Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 4, Episode 23 - Roadkill - full transcript

Well, are you gonna
tell him or not?

If you think you can live
with this on your conscience.

That's not how it works, sweetie.

Yeah, you can put
it out of your head.

It'll just go to your heart.

Well, then it'll go somewhere else.

I don't know.

Your liver, your pancreas.

Why do you think so
many people get cancer?

That's how it works.
That's what guilt does.

It makes people sick.



I'm not gonna tell you what to do.

Well, I'm sorry that
it came off that way,

but you can understand my position.

I'm friends with both of you.

No, of course I'm not
gonna tell him, Janet.

I love you, but I'm sorry,

a couple of glasses of
wine does not justify...

3...whatever.

Hey, I'm coming to a bad spot on 7.

I might lose you.

Hello?

Janet?

Ohh...

Great.



Hey there!

Hey.

Aah! Aah!

Penelope is hoping

the migraine she woke up
with this morning goes away

in time for the Small
Wonder marathon tonight.

You decent?

Never.

Look at you. Did somebody die?

Oh. No.

BAU yearbook photo?

No, I have a job interview.

Hey, rock star, you up for
that systems promotion?

No, no. A friend of mine is
a headhunter for the NSA.

Uh, they're looking for analysts
versed in cyber warfare.

Really? That sounds exciting.

Oh, it is. Yeah,
the job is totally cutting edge.

Yeah, it sounds like it.

Are you sure you're gonna
want to make the commute

to Fort Mead every day?

Uh... ahem...

Actually, it's a...
it's an overseas position.

Where overseas?

I can't say. It's classified.

Are we breaking up right now?

Uh, no. No. Uh... uh...
they haven't hired me yet.

It... it's my final interview.

Final?

How long have you known about this?

Uh... a few weeks.

I didn't want to say anything
to you until it was real.

OK. OK.

And...

and this is what you want?

I'm not sure.

I mean, the long-distance
thing would be rough.

Yeah, it would be, considering you
can't even tell me where you're going.

Well, I... I could if
you applied with me.

I mean, they need other people.

Leave the BAU?

Just think about it?

Um...

My head hurts,
and JJ just brought in a case.

I need to get back to work.

Oh.

An unsub that kills with his car.

I haven't seen that before.

Neither have the
police in Bend, Oregon.

Which is why they need our help.

Two victims in the last 12 days.

First was hit while
on a morning jog...

Maria Delgado, 23.

The second was a stranded motorist,
Shannon Makely, 43.

And what makes the locals think
that they were connected?

Well, for one thing,

they were both backed over,
after the initial impact.

No accident there.

They matched treads at both scenes.

Large wheels, all-terrain.

Wounds also indicate
a raised bumper,

so they're thinking
large SUV or truck.

Do they know the model or make?

Uh, tires aren't factory issue.

They could be on a number
of different models.

No witnesses to either incident?

Mm-mmm.

A hit-and-run is loud,
draws attention.

Somebody usually sees something.

Both victims were attacked
in secluded areas.

2 tons of metal make
a hell of a weapon.

Serial killers have been known to become
rather attached to their vehicles.

Bittaker and Norris even
gave theirs a nickname.

Murder Mac.

Bittaker and Norris
were sexual sadists.

There's no sign of torture here.

It sounds like thrill kills.

Opportunistic.

Easy targets, randomly selected.

With this type of impact,

the vehicle shouldn't be
hard to pick out of a lineup.

Yeah, there should be
significant front-end damage.

Somehow I don't think
it's gonna be that easy.

"I'm not sure about automobiles.

with all their speed forward,

they may be a step
backward in civilization."

Booth Tarkington.

Well, I think it's safe to
assume our unsub is male.

I agree with you,
given what we know

about aggressive
driving and road rage.

And the fact that men

have an unnatural
bond with their cars.

That is true.

Wait a minute.
I don't know about unnatural.

I once dated a guy

who washed his car more
than he washed his hair.

A nice car needs love.

And a woman doesn't?

I'm not qualified to answer that.

I'm just saying,
big car... it's phallic.

So he's compensating?

Or overcompensating.

Impotent?

Possibly. If the unsub sees himself

as physically defective,

the car not only gives
him the power and control

he otherwise lacks,
but it also serves as a shield.

A way to avoid physical contact?

Power and control,
female victims...

That almost reads
like a rape profile.

Vehicular rape.

Rape and thrill kill are two
very different profiles.

What does the victimology tell us?

Nothing yet. Shannon Makely

was a white, married,
43-year-old commodities trader,

Maria Delgado was a 23-year-old
Hispanic grad student,

competitive tri-athlete.

So far, gender's our only link.

Hopefully, the crime
scenes will tell us more.

Aah!

She lived a little outside of town,

was on her way home from
work when she broke down.

So, she breaks down way back there

and she gets out
and starts walking.

Why not call for help?

No service.

He made a complete stop here,
then hit the gas.

Full stop in the
middle of the road?

Take it there's not a
lot of traffic out here.

Not on this stretch.

Not at that time of day, at least.

Done working by 3:00
in the afternoon.

Broker. Specialized
in foreign markets.

Time difference made
for some odd hours.

What are you thinking about, Rossi?

What are the odds she
breaks down right here?

No phone, no traffic,
no witnesses, nowhere to run.

Perfect place for an ambush.

Not a very popular jogging area.

Aren't too many people

who can take that
hill coming up here.

Well, she was a tri-athlete.

We figured she jogged
in off the main road,

heading for the trail up here.

Assailant drove in behind her

and ran her down, right here.

Uh... a woman jogging alone?

No, she would have known
if someone was tailing her.

So maybe he was already here.

What's the story with
all this equipment?

Construction stalled
out months ago.

No reason for anyone to be up here.

Nice and private.

It's the ideal spot
to run somebody down

without being seen.

A little convenient.

Too convenient.

What if it was her?

What if she were the
reason he was up here?

You don't think this
was a random attack.

Oil.

He was lying in wait.

He may have specifically
targeted these women.

That takes thrill
kill off the table.

Because the murders
were planned in advance?

Yeah. This type of
stalking behavior

indicates a personal motive.

There's a reason he
chose these victims.

So you think he knows them?

Well, he knew their work schedules,

jogging routes, drive patterns.

That would explain how
he knew where to strike.

It explains the Delgado girl.
She was on a run.

But he couldn't have known
Shannon Makely's car

was gonna break down out there.

Did you look at her car?

Guys at impound said
the water pump blew.

They said it's a
common enough problem.

Maybe we should take a closer look.

Why don't you head over there,
let me know what you find out.

Shannon Makely's husband is here.

I just want it to make sense.

But this, I...

We may be able to make
some sense out of it

with your help.

Do you recognize that woman?

No. Should I?

She was the first victim.

We're trying to determine

if she was connected to
your wife in some way.

Connected?

We believe he may have
been following them,

gathering some sort of information.

Did Shannon ever mention
noticing anyone?

No.

Did you ever notice anyone

out of the ordinary
in your neighborhood,

maybe someone who was
walking or driving

by the house repeatedly?

No.

What about a truck,

or a large SUV?

Thursday, I was
expecting a package.

I kept checking the street.

There was a truck parked
a couple of houses down.

I didn't recognize it.

Could you see anyone inside?

I couldn't tell.
The windows were blacked out.

Tinted?

Yeah,

only all the way around,

like you see with limousines.

Do you think that you
would recognize the truck

if you saw it again?

Maybe.

How's it coming, Gil?

It's coming.

These roof sections are brutal.

Yeah. Maybe you want
to take an early day.

Don't I wish.

Look, I can smell the booze, man.

I can tell Bert you went home sick.

But...

I can handle it.

You're sliding, man.

Mistakes, missed deadlines.

Is everything OK?

We figured it was the water pump

because it was pretty much melted.

But we didn't figure on this.

Car's pretty new. That wouldn't
be normal wear and tear, would it?

No. Rest of the line's
in good condition.

Someone punctured it.
You can tell from the smooth edge.

How did they do it?

Probably reached a blade
right through the grille.

Penknife. Something like that.

They wouldn't have even
had to pop the hood.

And if she drove away without
water in the radiator,

it explains the overheating.

It explains the pump, too.

Could somebody possibly gauge
how far she could have traveled

with the car in this condition?

Someone who knows cars could
make an educated guess, sure.

Thank you. Appreciate it.

Sabotage.

He's more focused than we thought.

Well organized, highly motivated.

By what, though? What do
these women have in common?

Different ages, appearance,
social class.

He's not hunting a specific type.

Their only connection is the unsub.

There has to have been
contact before the attacks.

But we profiled a guy
who's afraid of contact.

The truck's a shield.

Maybe the contact's incidental.

There's something he
perceives in their exchange.

Something about his perception
triggers his fixation.

Could be the way she looks at him,
something she says,

or even something as trivial
as what she's wearing.

Whatever it is,

the victims have no idea
what they set in motion.

These are all Ford models.

The grilles are kind
of like you described.

Yeah, I guess.

It didn't have that emblem, though.

And no hood ornament.
Nothing like that.

I understand this is hard,

but this really will help us.

I'll keep looking.

How's it going?

Well, we're down to an older model,
black, American made.

Sounds like he debadged the
truck so nobody could ID him.

I can start a list from DMV
matching what we've got.

A list like that's gonna
kill a lot of trees.

He's right. The truck's
only gonna get us so far.

What we need to do is
build on the profile.

Well, he's mechanically inclined.

He certainly knows his away
around an engine block.

And he can pull a dent, too,

if he's fixing the body
damage to his truck.

Both victims were killed
during prime office hours.

It means he has a
flexible work schedule.

Or he might not be working at all.

Stalking someone,
getting to know their schedule,

it's a pretty serious
time commitment.

8% of the state's out of work.

And job loss is a classic stressor.

It's a start. Look for men

who are employed as mechanics,
body shops,

and look for those with
criminal records...

reckless driving and assault.

Two murders in two weeks?
It's not much of a cooling-off period.

He's not gonna wait for another
opportunity to present itself.

Now he'll create one.

Son of a...

Great.

Help me!

Hold the elevator!

Hold it!

Impact nearly cut him in two.

His name is Victor Costella,

podiatrist.
He works in the building.

Male victim.

So much for the
vehicular rape theory.

He ran down from the level above

to try to get away.

Initial collision was up there?

Let's see it.

This is the victim's car?

Yeah. Why?

Uh, excuse me for a second.

Garcia, I need you to
look into something.

It's a reserved spot.

Unsub knew where he was gonna park,

must have gotten here early

and picked this spot right across.

Somebody might have
seen him waiting.

Somebody did.
Talked to an x-ray tech

on the third floor.

Noticed a truck when she arrived.

And he was inside it?

Yeah, but she couldn't see
him because of the tint.

So how did she know he
was inside the truck?

She said the window was cracked.

Occupant was smoking.

I don't suppose your people
found any cigarette butts.

What time did the, uh, tech get in?

10 AM.

7 hours.

Proper addict could
kill a whole pack.

Did you ever smoke?

I used to do a lot of things.

Bet you never did this.

He field-stripped it.

What is that?

Something they teach soldiers

to avoid leaving
traces in the field.

They squeeze out the filter,

then ball up the surrounding paper.

OK, so our guy could
be ex-military.

We can get DNA on this.

Maybe we'll get lucky,
he's in the system.

If he's military,

why would he choose a
truck as his weapon?

Maybe he drove a tank.

That's a good question.

Using a vehicle on the
open road is one thing,

but... this is close quarters.

Yeah. A truck is loud,
it draws attention.

Plus, he risked
rendering it inoperable.

Doesn't make any sense.

It does to him.

He needs to kill this way.

I just don't know why.

Guys, I think I know what
connects the victims.

All of the victims drove
red 2-door coupes.

Don't you think that
could be a coincidence?

It's statistically significant.

We haven't been able to find
any other common denominators.

If the unsub is targeting
people because of their cars,

then his initial contact with
them would have been on the road.

Exactly.

I spoke to the families

about the victims'
daily car travel,

how they got to work, the gym.

There's one road all the
victims have in common.

Route 7.

That mean something to you?

Maybe we should take a drive.

Anyone living outside Bend,
who commutes toward Eugene,

uses Route 7.

It's the most dangerous
stretch of highway

in the state.

They call it "Suicide 7."

These crosses represent accidents?

Fatalities.
The fire chief put them up

to remind drivers to be careful.

2 lanes, no dividers.

I'm assuming there's a lot
of head-on collisions.

Either that,
or they go off the side.

Reid, you mentioned the possibility

of a physical limitation,
something that kept the unsub

from attacking in
the traditional way.

Yeah, I was thinking
about impotence,

but we've ruled out
sexual motivation.

What if he'd been
involved in a crash?

On this road.

If the unsub is disabled,

it explains why he uses a truck.

It gives him power, mobility.

But what?

The idea that he's avenging
his own physical suffering

speaks to a victim mentality

that's inconsistent
with the profile.

Maybe it's not just
about his own suffering.

Wake up, honey.

As we speak, this profile and a
description of the unsub's truck

are being released to
state and national media.

In addition to what
we already know,

we believe the unsub
is ex-military,

most likely Army or Marines.

We also believe he's
physically handicapped.

- From combat?
- From an automobile accident.

An accident that may have
occurred along Route 7,

where the unsub finds his victims.

And that has something to do with
why he's going after red coupes?

We believe that he holds the
driver of a comparable vehicle

responsible for his accident.

And this person is the
object of his rage,

but unable to confront them,

he's taking revenge
against a surrogate.

These boxes contain
accident reports

from a strip of Route 7
between Bend and Eugene.

There's about 5 years' worth.

We're gonna need everyone you
can spare to comb through them.

We've also compiled a list of
local rehabilitation facilities

where the unsub may
have gone to recover.

Use the profile as you
canvass these places.

Remember, we're looking for a
white male in his early 40s,

former military...

who may have sustained serious
injury in a car accident.

Though only owners of red coupes

have been targeted at this point,

we're asking all the driving public

to be vigilant on the road.

And if you know anyone who
fits this description,

please contact the Bend
Police Department immediately.

Thank you.

Gil?

I could use some help in here.

I've got bare feet here.

Could you maybe sweep up the glass?

I think I have to go.

- I'm sorry.
- What?

Where are you going?

Ow! Damn it!

Gil, wait!

What's happening to you?

How's Dave doing?

A few more possibles.

I'll take them.

Hotch.

Just got a walk-in.
His name's Gil Bonner.

What's his story?

It's about the unsub's accident.

He says it's his fault.

It was late, and I'd
spent all day in Eugene

with my mom.

She'd been sick.

I shouldn't have been driving.

But I just wanted to get
home to see my little girl.

It was darker than usual.

I remember the Moon
was just a sliver.

Right outside the Cascades,

my phone started vibrating.

And when I went to reach for it,

I knocked it off the
far side of the seat,

and it fell down by the door,

and I thought I could reach.

And you took your
eyes off the road?

It couldn't have been for
more than a few seconds.

But when I looked back up,

there were lights and
this horn was blaring.

And I swerved at the last second,
and then I just...

kept on going...

without a scratch.

You'd gone into the oncoming lane?

What happened to the other vehicle?

Well, that's the thing.

It was in my rearview
mirror and then it was gone.

It vanished.

Why didn't you stop?

It didn't seem real.

You're saying you just
pretended it didn't happen?

I guess if you tell yourself
something for long enough...

you can make anything true.

Well, you're here now.

Tell us about the other vehicle.

It was the truck
you're looking for.

How do you know that?

When I saw the news...

it all made sense.

It's come back for revenge.

When did the accident occur?

December '07.

The second Saturday.

There are no accidents
reported in December of 2007.

No.

That's... no.

Maybe you have your dates wrong?

It could have been November.

Uh, memories are kind
of like puzzle pieces,

and it's... it's quite possible

that in suppressing
these for so long,

you've sort of rearranged things.

How long was your mother sick?

5 months.

She...

she died in January.

That much I know.

He's ex-military,
good with his hands, repairs.

OK, thanks.

Look, even with that description,

you're talking about 5
years' worth of patients.

What if we could narrow it
down to a 5-month window,

between September
'07 and January '08?

What's this person done, exactly?

Exactly?

3 murders. And he's
not gonna stop there.

Murders?

You do realize the
condition of our patients?

A paraplegic can drive
with the right rigging.

Is this about those hit-and-runs?

There's something you should see.

He, uh, he left us about...
4 months ago.

Didn't make the kind of
progress that we'd hoped for.

Getting himself back in shape?

No, physically,
he... he made great strides.

It was emotional issues.

Anger issues?

Did he ever talk
about getting even?

You can look for yourself.

Ian Coakley.

We have the patients
write and draw daily.

Small tasks to help
strengthen their hands.

Ian spent most of
his time on those.

You had to know this
guy was disturbed.

It's part of healing.
We encourage this kind of...

murder fantasy.

Grief can take on disturbing forms.

Red car.

They're all different,
like he couldn't decide.

When his memory came back,
it was... fluid.

So it changed, like his targets.

His mind was trying to find out

the truth about what had happened.

We need the date of his accident.

September 28, 2007,

Ian and Sheila Coakley crashed

while driving home
from Napa Valley,

going eastbound on Route 7,
around midnight.

It appeared their car
was run off the road,

flipped numerous times,
no witnesses.

His wife was riding
in the passenger seat.

She died at the scene.

Coakley survived.

Paramedics indicated
spinal cord injury.

Morgan said he fractured
his T6 and T7 vertebrae.

He's paraplegic.

That's not all. He's a
former light-wheel mechanic

in the Army National Guard.

Does it say anything
about a red car?

No. It says Coakley suffered
memory loss after the accident.

Short-term retrograde amnesia is
common after a serious accident.

I think it's safe to
say he remembers now.

Do we have an address?

Yeah, Garcia's working on that now.

OK. The house Coakley
and his wife bought

was foreclosed on 10
months after his accident.

Well, there's gotta be
a paper trail, then.

Yeah, and that trail leads
to a land called nowhere.

Cashed some insurance checks
during a stay at Edelman House,

but after he left, zilch.

Any relatives he could
be staying with?

No. I tried that.
There's no family in the area.

My exquisitely educated guess
is he's either squatting

or subletting with cash.

What about his truck?

He owns a '79 Dodge D100.

He bought it used 10 years ago.

He's had to rebuild
it several times now.

Parts can't be easy to
find for a truck that old.

I smell what you're cooking, agent.

Checking auto suppliers in Bend.

Yeah, Rossi gets a
fruit cup with lunch.

He's having the parts drop-shipped

through Syd's auto and
sent directly to an address

in southwest Bend.

Clear!

It's clear!

His truck is gone.

We're all clear here.

Get all your vehicles off this street,
set up a perimeter.

If Coakley comes back this way,
we want to be ready for him.

Got it. Come on.

Let's get to work.

Rossi. Come on.
You want to see this.

Look at the grilles.

They still got blood on them.

He's been switching plates.

We should revise the BOLO.

Hey, Rossi, look at this.

Stalk central.

That, right there's,
Shannon Makely.

Maria Delgado, jogging.

Victor Costella.

They're all here.

So who's this guy?

You think it's possible

there are other victims
we don't know about?

I don't think so.
Garcia would have found them.

Then I think we've
found his next target.

Hey, baby girl.
I need you to run a plate fast.

Hey, Garret.

That's good.

Mrs. Burke?

FBI.

We're looking for your husband.

Sorry, you just missed him.

Uh... what is this about?

We think he may be in danger.

Can you reach him on his cell?

No. He's on a ride.

He doesn't take his phone with him.

A bike ride?

Yes. He's in a club.

He's on the open road.

Do they have a regular route?

Um, Saturdays... uh, they do

the Prineville Reservoir loop.

It's about a 50-mile
round trip from here.

Please...

what is going on?

We need you to tell us
every road they take.

Hey, I thought you
could use a hand.

Oh, thank you.

Have you heard anything from Hotch?

Uh, they think they've
located Garret Burke.

If they can bring him in,
Coakley has nowhere to go.

Well, he'll go somewhere.

Hopefully, going through this stuff
will help us figure out where.

All of his wife's things.

He never unpacked them.

He never unpacked anything,
as far as I can tell.

What do you think this means,
living like this?

I think it means he's stuck.

Hotch, we're on Route 26
heading toward the reservoir.

I think we're about
halfway around the loop.

So far no sign of him.

Copy that. We're heading
southbound on 20.

Hopefully we can hit Route
26 before they fly by us.

Anything?

9/26/07.

That was was 2 days
before the crash?

They were really happy.

Wait a second.

Hotch, you know how Coakley
was driving his wife's car

on the night of the accident?

It was a red coupe.

Are you sure?

We have pictures.

What does it mean?

Maybe there was no other car.

- Think about it.
- What?

The make and model of his
target car keeps changing.

Like he knows they aren't right.

And his doctor at
the rehab facility

called it fluid memory,

but what if it was more than that?

So, if it's a
single-car accident...

it was Coakley's fault.

He was driving back from
Napa Valley that night.

That's a long drive.

Fell asleep at the wheel.

Wouldn't be the first time.

The guilt of that
would be overwhelming,

the truth almost
impossible to take.

So he's projecting blame.

A red coupe did cause the accident,

and he was driving it.

Hold on!

Unh! Uhh...

Are you hurt?

Can you move?

I'm OK. Go.

You can't blame other people
for what you've done, Coakley.

Detective!

Detective!

You know the truth.

No one else needs to die.

It's not gonna help!

There was no other red car,
was there?

No.

No.

Go!

Go!

Where the hell is he going, Rossi?

There's no outlet up here.
He's hemmed in.

No, don't do it, man.

I don't know about you,

but I haven't had my bell
rung like that in a long time.

No, I'm good, thanks.

Impressive group you travel with.

They are.

You knew what I said to Coakley

was gonna set him off.

Challenging a delusion like his

can have unpredictable
consequences.

Like driving off a cliff.

He made a choice.

Well, I'm not gonna
lose any sleep over it,

if it's OK with you.

Uh, I'll catch up with you.

OK.

Mr. Bonner.

I got a message that
you wanted to see me.

Yes. Thanks for coming in.

I did some fact-checking.

You said the Moon was
just a sliver that night.

The new Moon was on
November 10, 2007.

What else did you find?

A man named William Madlock was
run off the road that night

by a car that drifted
into his lane.

No injuries?

There was some damage to his car.

And you'll be held responsible
for fleeing the scene.

A Volkswagen?

But it was a truck.

Was it?

I think you've wanted to tell someone
about this for a very long time.

And this case, that truck,

gave you the excuse you needed.

Guilt's a powerful thing.

You didn't hurt anyone, Mr. Bonner.

Thank you.

Garcia is...

contemplating a life of
solitude and celibacy.

Hey.

Hi.

Did you get the job?

Oh. No.

I'm sorry.

Only a... fool

would hire somebody
over you for that job.

Oh, no, they didn't hire anybody.

The position just...

went away.

Went away?

Yeah. Apparently there
was a security breach.

Someone hacked the
project database,

and the whole project
was put on hold.

Oh.

All that over a
little network hack.

Well, you know, you can't be too careful.
You know how that goes.

Right.

Well...

it's probably a
blessing in disguise.

I mean... with your
delicate stomach,

you wouldn't have been able
to stand the food in Karachi.

I never told you that
it was in Karachi.

Didn't you?

Look, it's OK.

I could not have gone without you.

And I couldn't have gone with you.

This place is my home.

I know.

"The human voice can
never reach the distance

that is covered by the still,
small voice of conscience."

Mahatma Gandhi.

Come on, daddy!

Let's go home!

Heh, heh.