Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 7, Episode 21 - Divining Rod - full transcript

"She comes like
fullest moon on happy night,

"taper of waist
with shape of magic might.

- She hath an eye... "
Make him shut up.

Nobody wants to hear
what he's got to say.

"... and ruby on her cheeks

reflects his light. "

This is Warden Hansen.

I understand.

We'll proceed.

"... envails her hips

"the blackness of her hair.



"Beware of curls that bite
with viper bite.

"Her sides are silken soft...

"... that while the heart
mere rock behind that surface

escapes our sight... "

The Channel 13 news
team is standing by -

outside the walls
of Gunter State Prison

to bring you live coverage.

We've received word that the
final appeal has been denied,

and the scheduled execution
of Rodney Garrett

by firing squad is now imminent.

"Never while I live
shall I cease to blame myself

"for the past.

"From the fringed curtains
of her eye... "

"... she shoots shafts
that at furthest range... "



We've just
received confirmation

from prison officials
that at 6:23 a. m. local time

Rodney Baines Garrett

was put to death
by firing squad,

bringing to an end the long...

GARCIA:
A row house in Dupont Circle.

- Wow.
- I can't believe I'm doing it.

It's probably not gonna
work out anyway, right?

There are five
other sealed bids,

- and I offered way below what
the owners are asking. -Uh-huh.

Sounds to me like someone's
hoping they don't get it.

REID: Orthophobia: fear
of owning personal property.

No, I don't have a fear
of owning stuff.

Turn me loose in a shoe store,
I'll prove that.

My fear is personal property
that weighs 300 tons.

Actually, depending
on materials used,

square footage, and horizontal
versus vertical construction,

the average house
only weighs about 60 tons.

PRENTISS:
Well, thanks for that, Reid.

I feel light as a bird already.

What do we got, baby girl?

Thank you, sir.
We have a killing

in Enid, Oklahoma.

And not... the capital
punishment one you are

thinking of right now.
I'm talking about a woman

named Cara Smith who
was murdered in her apartment

minutes after the execution
of Rodney Garrett.

Neighbor saw her front door open
and discovered the body.

Look familiar?

Young, pretty,
short blonde hair.

ROSSl: And stabbed
directly through the heart.

That's exactly the way
Garrett killed his victims.

So are we looking at a copycat?

Or someone creating doubt
the right person was executed.

ROSSl: In Garrett's case
there was no doubt.

His guilt was the slam dunk
of all slam dunks.

- Prints, DNA, a confession.
- REID: He even led police

- to where he buried two
of his victims. -Garrett killed

25 women before he was caught.

If this new UnSub is a copycat,
body count's just started.

Which is why
we can't waste time.

Wheels up in 30.

I know, I know, you're hungry.

Let Mommy get changed,
and I'll feed you.

"Sooner murder
an infant in its cradle

than nurse unacted desires. "

William Blake.

Firing squad.

That's not something
you see every day.

Well, Garrett had the option
of lethal injection,

- but he chose this instead.
- ROSSl: Flair for the dramatic.

Initial reports indicate

no forensic evidence
at the crime scene.

- What about the ice pick?
- It's generic.

No serial number
or unique metallurgy.

Well, now, it says here that
there were water droplets

in a half-filled flower vase
on top of a chest of drawers,

but no flowers- not in
the vase, not in the garbage,

- nowhere.
Maybe the UnSub took them.

Hey, say it
like you mean it, baby.

GARCIA:
You know I'm gonna.

So, if you look
in the dictionary,

the word "normal,"
you will see Cara Smith.

College student, well liked,
straight A's, English lit major.

Ooh, speaking of which,
I just got a transcript

of Rodney Garrett's last words

hot off the press, and gold star
to the first person

who can identify
the source of this.

"She comes like fullest moon
on happy night,

- taper of waist... " -REID
"With shape of magic might. "

It's from
The Thousand and One Nights.

Not the exact translation

that I would have used, but...

And in a shocking non-upset

- we have a winner. -Garrett
was a sixth-grade dropout.

An unlikely guy to be quoting
from a Harvard Classic.

The choice of material
does make sense, though.

The book is
all about how Scheherazade

forestalled her own death
at the hands of the king

by regaling him
night after night with stories.

But in the end

she won him over, right?
The king fell in love,

and he decided
not to execute her.

ROSSl:
Not a strategy likely to work

with the Oklahoma
Department of Corrections.

Another body's been found half
a mile from the first victim.

- Same M.O.
- That's six hours later.

- This guy's not wasting any
time. -We land in 20 minutes.

Reid, you and JJ go
to the latest crime scene.

Rossi, you and Prentiss
talk to Garrett's widow.

Morgan and I'll
go to the prison.

If Garrett's got a disciple,

we need to find out
who he is, and fast.

Last thing this town needs

is a Rod Garrett wannabe
on the loose.

Did Garrett have
any followers in prison?

No, he was a loner-
for the last seven years

a box was Rod Garrett's
whole world.

- What about visitors?
- Only his wife.

According to Garrett's
prison history,

he was attacked twice
while incarcerated?

Shanked. Both times
Garrett got the upper hand

and killed the assailant
with their own knife.

Our internal investigation
determined them

to be unprovoked attacks.

Both hits might have
originated on the outside.

Well, it makes sense,
25 women brutally killed-

I can imagine there's a long
list of friends and family

who'd want Garrett dead.

Well, whoever it was,
it didn't work.

This is it.

I don't mean
to sound overly dramatic,

but there was something...

unkillable about Garrett.

Had my doubts
that damn firing squad

was gonna get the job done.

No, I couldn't bring
myself to go to the execution.

Me and Rod said

our good-byes the night before.

You supported him until the end,

even knowing
what he'd done. Why?

Ten years ago, when
Rod and I first started dating,

I got sick.

Chemo. Surgeries.

It would've been easy
for Rod to move on,

find somebody else,
but he didn't.

He stood by my side.

When I was better...
we got married.

Now, Rod had
to have been sick, mentally,

to do the things that he did
to all those women.

Now, I know that.

How could I abandon him
after all he'd done for me.

He started killing
shortly after you were married?

- Yeah.
- ROSSl: And you never suspected

this other life he was leading?

No.

People only see what
they want to see, I guess.

Where will you go now, Helen?

Put in for a transfer
for a job in Missouri.

Don't know anybody there;
people don't know me.

It's a fresh start.

What about family?

My family don't want to know me.

They couldn't understand
why I'd stand by Rod

after everything that he done.

As far as they're concerned,
I'm just as bad as him.

I'm sorry.

No.

I do blame myself sometimes.

A man's got needs.

You know.

Maybe things just got all...

twisted up in Rod's brain,
because when I got sick

I couldn't give him
what he wanted.

Helen, you didn't
kill those women.

Well...

Forgot I even had this.

What is it?

A divining rod.

Belonged to my great uncle
up in Bartlesville.

He could find
well water with it.

And people say that's
hocus-pocus, but it isn't.

My daddy said that
I had one of these in me.

That I could find
the bad in any man.

See beneath the surface
and find the evil.

And maybe Daddy was right
the way Rod turned out.

Oh. Hey, I'm Detective Childers.

You must be with the FBl.

- I'm Agent Jareau.
This is Dr. Reid. -Hi.

Why don't you all
follow me back here.

It's unbelievable this is
happening all over again.

Who is she?

Jody Armstrong.
Single,

works at a cosmetic counter

- in a department store downtown.
- Young, pretty,

short blonde hair-
same victimology as the others.

Who discovered the body?

Apartment manager.

A neighbor called to complain

that a teapot in the kitchen
kept on whistling.

MAN
Mr. Greg Collins to main gate.

Anything else
you need, let me know.

Thank you, we will.

Oh, non-prison personnel

park outside the gate
and get shuttled in.

How often did
Garrett's wife visit?

Never missed a day, not a one.

There'd be times she'd come,

we'd be in emergency lockdown.

Everyone else
would go back home.

Not her. She'd wait,

hour after hour, rain or shine,

just in case lockdown
got lifted.

Devoted.

Yeah, to a man who slaughtered
two dozen women.

Go figure.

You have our number.

If you remember anything
that can help us, please call.

Yep.

It looks like your husband
has an admirer, Helen,

so please think
about any phone calls

you or he might have gotten,
any suspicious fan mail.

I will, but most of the mail
that he got was hateful,

so I screened out the mean,
crazy ones,

and I only kept
the positive ones

to take to the prison
to read to him.

People wrote him here,

not the prison?

Rod said that the guards
were opening his mail

and taking the money
that people sent.

He had a defense fund,

so I got a post office box.

Do you still have any
of those letters?

Mm-hmm, kept them all.

Would you mind
if we took a look at them?

You can have them.

Now that Rod's gone, I was just
gonna throw them out anyway.

Thank you.

Hey, Spence,

look at this.

What is it?

I mean, th-this girl
obviously cares

about her appearance.

I mean, she's fit,
her nails are perfectly done,

but look at her hair.

It's uneven.

Could it maybe be
a fashion statement?

You know, look bad on purpose?

Hey, look at this.

That was taken

last night.

The UnSub cut her hair.

I just got home from work.

We still on for tonight?

I am pouring wine.
Good ears.

It has been that kind of week.

I should bring a jacket, right?

That place always has the A/C
cranked up way too high.

Yeah?

Uh-huh.

Hold on.

So, I'll see you there
in like an hour?

Can't wait.

This new guy's hunting
in a different neighborhood.

He must be comfortable
in the area.

He knew the victim's routines.

His method
of ingress and egress

is quiet and unnoticeable.

Get a load of this one.

"Dear Mr. Garrett,
it took a lot of courage

"to do what you did.

"Most people are cowards

"and don't do
what they feel inside them.

You are an inspiration,
and I applaud you. "

"I applaud you. "

These are supposed to be
the non-wacko letters.

GARCIA: Hey, guess what?

JJ's genius has struck again.

That hunch
about the hair was right.

I'm sending you
an ATM image of Cara Smith.

She's the first victim.

This was taken ten hours
before her murder.

Check it.

The UnSub cut her hair, too.

REID: There could be
a sexual element involved.

Trichophilia is a fetish

where one becomes aroused
by the removal of hair.

Well, either way, it's starting
to look less like a copycat.

The UnSub's deviating too much
from Garrett's M.O.

Garrett never took trophies.

He's also choosing
low-risk victims.

Garrett stayed
with high-risk targets,

prostitutes, runaways...

Garrett also got sloppy

and left behind clues
that eventually nailed him.

This guy's careful
and meticulous.

CHILDERS: He's not that careful.

He leaves doors open,
teapots boiling.

I think it's intentional.

He wants the bodies found

so we know when
and where he's killing.

He started to shave her head.

Even more humiliation
and disrespect.

He didn't do it
to the other victims.

- Detective, when was the body
discovered? -Half hour ago.

The killer left

the front and back doors open.

There's no indication
of any contact on the wine glass

to swab for DNA.

Not even the victims?

The UnSub probably
wiped it down.

Has anyone found an open or
empty wine bottle in the house?

- We haven't found one yet.
- He probably took it with him

like the flowers
from the first victim.

He's killed at 6:00 a. m.,
noon, and 6:00 p. m.

I don't know about you guys,
but I'm not feeling so good

about the stroke of midnight.

PRENTISS:
You remember when people

used to write letters by hand?

That's how I wrote
my first book.

Give me a keyboard any day.

Oh, come on, Rossi,

the excitement of seeing
an envelope

from a friend in your mailbox.

Now it's just an electronic ding
on your computer.

One of my various
brothers-in-law was a mailman.

He said the expression

"going postal"

made perfect sense to him.

You spend all day

delivering a mountain of letters
one at a time.

Then you go to work
the next morning,

and there's a whole new mountain
to deal with,

and it's forever.

That sounds like our job.

It took seven years

for the world to get rid
of Rod Garrett

and 15 minutes after, a new one
pops up to take his place.

Whoa.

What is it?

"She comes

"like fullest moon
on happy night.

"Taper of waist with shape

of magic might. "

The exact words Garrett said
before he was executed.

Can I see that?

Wait.

Uh, you remember

the nutcase I told you about

who wrote, "I applaud you. "

Exact same stationary.

Well, of course
I remember this one.

This is one of his favorites.

I read it to him many times.

When did you receive
these letters?

Uh, a while ago.

At least three or four years.

We found two letters
on this same type stationary.

Were there any more?

Nothing I can recall.

What about the envelopes?

I know it was a long time ago,
but try to think.

Was there a return address?
A postmark?

Hardly anybody put
their address.

Most people didn't even sign
their names.

How come this is important?

Your husband quoted those words
moments before he was executed.

You didn't know that.

No.

Aaron, I think
we've got something.

Two pieces of fan mail
that could be from our UnSub.

Can we pull DNA off
of either one of the letters?

Uh, doubtful.

The mildew damage
is significant,

but whoever wrote these
to Garrett

called him an inspiration.

This could be our guy.

We thought the UnSub was trying
to usurp Garrett,

but if this was the early stage
of his obsession...

Then he might have
applauded him back then.

It was some time later that
the student became the master.

It makes sense with the timing
of the first kill.

He was waiting
for Garrett to die.

The king is dead,
long live the king.

Now he's daring us to stop him,
and the clock's still ticking.

We need to get the profile
as soon as possible.

We believe we're looking
for a white male

between the ages of 30 and 40

who is strong enough to subdue

physically fit young women
with minimal resistance.

He's forensically sophisticated
and evidence-conscious.

He targets his victims
in advance,

and he leaves no trail.

PRENTISS: This person
is also confident.

He's been taunting us

by revealing
his crime scenes quickly.

Because of his ability to plan

and flawlessly execute
his crimes,

we're looking for someone
capable of holding down a job,

even though it's probably menial
and unfulfilling.

REID: The victims have all been
young, blonde, and pretty.

As such, they reflect
a certain societal standard

of perfection
and may actually represent

the type of women that
are unattainable to this UnSub.

PRENTISS: He cuts
his victims' hair,

and he takes it with him.

This could be another way for
him to possess a part of them.

Or to degrade
these unattainable women.

Make them uglier.

ROSSl: The killer
has been murdering

in six-hour increments.

He is, in effect,

time-stamping his victims.

There's no reason to believe
he will deviate from that now.

Which means the next kill
will be at midnight.

The public needs to be
alerted to stay off the streets

for all
non-essential activities.

Single women should not be
in their homes alone.

Every available officer will be
out in full force tonight.

We need to blanket this city.

We do have one advantage.

A killer who uses this kind

of precise timing
and specificity

is easy to disrupt.

We can use his own M.O.
against him.

Thank you.

The police chief
has suggested

a city-wide curfew,

and although it is not
a mandatory curfew,

the city of Enid tonight
resembles a ghost town.

There's nothing like
a serial killer on the loose

to cut down on traffic.

The problem is,
as far as we know,

the UnSub strikes
from inside the house,

not out in the open.

We have to hope he's not already
in place, lying in wait.

I'll be two minutes
grabbing my clothes.

You're a sweetheart
to let me stay the night.

When have I ever said no

to a sleepover with you?

Hi, Mom.

Yes, I heard,

and I've seen the news,

and I'm staying the night
with a friend.

Go get the beer.

A friend, that's all.

No,

I don't think you've met her.

We go to school together.

Yes, Mom, I'm fine.

I promise.

Yes, Mom.

I'll call you first thing
in the morning, promise.

Gary, what's...
Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Help! Somebody help me!

Hey, what the hell's
going on out there?

- What you got, Garcia?
- I have found

a thing of interest
regarding the shanking attempts

made on Garrett in prison.

- What is it?
- GARCIA: The timing.

See, the first time
Garrett was attacked

was May 25, 2008.
The day before that,

May 24 for those of you

keeping score, Garrett's
imminent execution date

was postponed, right?
So then if you flash forward

to the second shanking attempt
of stabiness,

that would be

November 15, 2010.

The day before that,

his next execution date
also postponed.

Okay, I'm gonna go out

on a limb here and say
that someone decided

to take matters into
their own hands.

Thanks, Garcia.

Ever welcome, my comrades.

CHILDERS: Well that sounds like
what you were thinking.

Somebody on the outside
wanting a little revenge.

ROSSl: They wouldn't
wait five years,

give it two tries,
and then toss in the towel.

Sounds to me
like someone just needed

Rod Garrett out of the way.

But Garrett was on death row,

confined to a cell
23 hours a day.

How was he in anybody's way?

ROSSl: Since we're on
the subject of things

that don't make sense,
the UnSub left

the doors open after
the murders. Okay,

that's directed
at law enforcement.

Catch me if you can.

But the cutting of the hair...

That's for Garrett?

CHILDERS:
What makes you think that?

Garrett chose victims
who were easy prey,

drug addicts and prostitutes,

but this UnSub has chosen

more difficult targets,
but gone to the trouble

of making them look
like Garrett's victims.

ROSSl:
That's his way

of telling Garrett
I can do better than you.

Okay, but why wait until
after the execution

to start killing?
If the UnSub

really wanted to thumb
his nose at Garrett,

wouldn't he want him
to be alive to see it?

Exactly.

That's the "doesn't
make sense part. "

We're missing something.

All units,

report of an abduction
in the vicinity

of Canwood and Harbart.
Suspect fled in a car.

No description of the vehicle.

Canwood?
That's two blocks from here.

PRENTISS: We have a dark color
4- door sedan

moving at a high rate of speed

north on Van Buren.
We're in pursuit.

Look out!

PRENTISS:
Oh!

Get out of the car.

Put your hands where
I can see them.

No, it's just...

I just tried to go
after him.

I tried to follow,
somebody took her.

PRENTISS:
Thanks.

Prentiss, the UnSub
must have broken in

while nobody was home
and then waited.

Well, he didn't expect
the victim to have a companion.

By putting a warning out
he messed up his plans.

He had to improvise.

PRENTISS:
Garcia? Garcia,

hey, are you awake?

GARCIA:
Oh my God,

I'm so awake.

It's 2:30 in the morning,

this is when I hit my stride.
Awake right now.

I'm lying. I fell asleep.
What do you need?

PRENTISS:
Emily Sisk.

She lives on the opposite
end of the city

from the first three victims.

So since it's not a shared
neighborhood anymore,

is there anything else that
connects all of these women?

GARCIA: Are you familiar with
the term six degrees

of separation?
I am currently up to...

fifteen

degrees of separation
and I cannot find

any connection with the victims,

but I'm going to drink more mate

and keep trying.

Okay, thanks.

Hotch,

I think I found her.

You're on speaker, Prentiss.

PRENTISS: The UnSub must have
circled back.

He dumped her just outside
the perimeter

of the abduction site.

Same M.O.?

No, she's got stab wounds

all over her torso.
It's bad.

And Hotch, this time,

he removed her scalp.

Overkill. He must be enraged

he wasn't able to carry
the murder out as planned.

So now we might
have another problem.

If our UnSub's blueprint
is out the window,

this may transition him
into a spree killer.

ROSSl:
I never could do that.

Do what?

Take a nap.
It never felt natural.

REID:
I'm actually wide awake,

but for future reference,
polyphasic sleep

is completely natural,

quite common in the animal
world,

and highly beneficial.

All right, 6:00 has
way come and gone.

If our guy's killed again,

he's not leaving
the front door open anymore.

Or he could just be taking
a breather.

I mean, even the UnSub
has to realize

that he can't keep up
this pace indefinitely.

Maybe the last murder
completed some sort of cycle.

A day and a night have passed.

The sun rises for the first time

in a world without Rod Garrett.

There could also be
a more mundane reason.

Our guy has a job and
yesterday was his day off.

He killed his first
three victims in their homes,

but the last victim,
Emily Sisk,

he tried to but couldn't.

So he abducted her,
took her somewhere else,

and then brought her all the way
back to dump her body

in front of her
apartment building.

That's incredibly risky

given the increased
police presence.

There's got to be a geographic
component to the UnSub's design.

REID:
Let's connect the dots.

Literally.

A tip of a spear?

Or maybe it's an arrow
pointing south.

Could he be steering us
to his next victim?

It's a quadrilateral,
but there's nothing

particularly symbolic about

a four-sided concave polygon.

Hey, Spence, may I?

See what happens

when you ad a curve

to the lines?

A heart.

Well, Garrett and the UnSub
both killed their victims

using stab wounds
through the heart.

ROSSl:
And Garrett was executed

by a shot through the heart.

Helen Garrett...

It's all about her.

Helen's not answering her phone
and there's no voice mail.

Local police are en route.

Okay.

Garcia's combing through
Helen's contacts

to see where
she might have gone.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.
- There's nobody home.

No evidence of a struggle.

Maybe he hasn't
made his move yet.

What have you got, Garcia?

GARCIA:
Sir, Helen Garrett,

is telling the truth,
there are no friends

or family in the area.

She has a painfully
solitary life.

Like, no social interaction,

lives alone, works from home,

then goes to see
her husband in prison.

So it's like,
home and then prison

- and that's it. Period.

She's not at her house.
What about the prison?

Let me check records right now.

Oh, uh, she, she went
to the prison this morning

one last time to pick up
her husband's personal items.

Is she there now?

Records indicate that...

she got there at 10:05...

Damn, she checked out, like,
four minutes ago, 10:37.

All right, call Warden Hansen,

have him stop her from leaving.

Tell the rest of the team
to go to the prison.

We'll stay here in case
the UnSub shows.

GARCIA:
Yes, sir.

GARCIA:
Helen Garrett's illness

was, her illness was...

brain tumor.
It was successfully removed.

Full recovery.

Did she have
reconstructive surgery?

GARCIA:
She had

three procedures over the course

of two years to repair
the damage to her head.

Wow. Poor lady.

ROSSl:
The heart he drew...

was a valentine,
not a bull's-eye.

The UnSub's in love with her.

That makes sense.
The flowers

missing from
the first crime scene.

The bottle of wine.

How did the UnSub know
about her surgery?

Helen is an intensely private
and solitary person.

ROSSl: JJ's right. She'd only
confide a detail like that

to someone she trusted.

It takes months, if not years,

to build
that kind of trust. So...

who had that kind
of time with her?

The same person who'd be able
to witness firsthand

her devotion to Rod Garrett.

The UnSub knew
she'd never be available

to him as long as her husband

was still alive.

That's why he tried
twice to kill Garrett in prison.

All right, prison connections

to arrange the attempts
on Garrett's life,

a romantic obsession years
in the making, and the ability

to have long talks under
seemingly normal circumstances.

It's the prison shuttle driver.

Not yet, Helen, there's
something I want to show you.

So, nobody saw what happened,
but Helen's car

is still in the parking lot.

He's got her.

Driver's name is Dylan Kohler.

- Lives at 4488 Harmony Court.
- Did he work yesterday, Warden?

No, he arranged for someone else
to take his shift.

I'll have Garcia check
into Kohler,

but now that he's tipped
his hand,

I doubt if he's going back home.

Okay, we're almost there.

Almost there.

Yeah, Hotch, they're not here.

Okay, okay.

You ready?

Why are you doing this?

GARCIA:
Sir, I found something else.

Didn't you say
he might be making a wig?

- Right.
- Okay,

so you need very specific
supplies for wig-making,

so I did a search to see
if anyone in Enid had ordered

stuff like ventilation kits,
base nets, hackles,

and it turns out
that a D. Kohler ordered

all of these things
and he had them sent

to 500 Hinkson Place.

Guys- that must be
his work space- let's go.

Do you like it?

I've been planning this
since you,

you first told me
about your scars.

Uh...

well... well, uh...

it's beautiful.

But I already have wigs.

Oh, hey, it's, it's not,
it's not a wig.

No, look at it.

It's...

Every, every strand, every,

every curl...

chosen by me.

Harvested

by me.

The heads that grew this hair

will never grow hair again.

This cannot be replicated,

and,

and it isn't a wig.

It's a living thing.

It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

Now, wear it.

Let it, let it take root
and grow

so that it becomes
a part of you.

Why did you do this?

Because I love you.

Helen.

Most people go through life

never knowing
who they really are.

Now, they might sense it,
but they don't trust it.

That was me before I met you.

You gave me
the strength to trust

who I really am deep inside.

I never told you to kill anyone.

You didn't have to.

Helen.

Helen, you were destined
to find me.

We were, we were destined
to find each other.

Dylan, back away from her
and show me your hands.

ROSSl:
Let her go, Dylan.

- No.
There's no way out.

Put the ice pick down
and we can talk.

Just let us go, all right?

I- I-I, I love her.

I'm not going to
kill anymore, I promise.

- I don't need to. -Dylan, you
don't want to hurt her, do you?

- No.
- Then, put the weapon down.

If I do, they'll arrest me
and... and we'll be apart, and

after all you've given me,

- I won't let that happen.
- ROSSl: Did you mean it

when you said
you won't kill anymore?

Yes, yes, there's no need
to kill anymore.

I- It's over.

Okay.

I believe you.

Put down the ice pick,

take your wine and flowers,
and be happy.

No, you can't fool me with...

No, you, you don't need
to do this.

Helen, stop.

Helen, Helen, I love you.

It's true, my daddy was right.

Daddy was right.

PRENTISS:
"It is only in love and murder

that we still remain sincere. "

Friedrich D?rrenmatt.

Oh, hey, guys, hey.

I just wanted to see what
was going on, hi, hello.

This better be
important, Garcia.

Oh, it's nothing.

It's just, a messenger came
by the office today

with some papers from escrow.

No.

Oh, yes, the house
in Dupont Circle- you got it.

Whoo!

Congratulations.

Six seconds- fastest case
of buyer's remorse ever.

Well, I say,

the moment we land,
we all head over to Ziggy's

and clear out
the champagne inventory.

Yeah, and talk Prentiss
down off the ledge.

Oh, my stomach
doesn't feel so hot.

Aw.

I was in the middle
of the best dream.

I dreamt that I was
at this exclusive salon,

getting my hair done.

REID: Ah,
the psychotherapeutic benefits

of dreams-
purging unpleasant images

and replacing them
with good ones.

Unpleasant is putting it mildly.

If someone put a bloody wig

on my head, I would have ripped

that thing off and kept it off.

You're right.

You'd think instinct
would take over.

Hey, Rossi, I meant to ask you,

what did Helen mean at the end
when she said "Daddy was right"?

He once told her
that she was a divining rod

for the evil in men,

that she could sniff it out
when nobody else could.

PRENTISS:
There was definitely something

a little strange about her.

It's curious, one woman

at the center
of two serial killers.

Yeah, what are the odds of that?

REID:
Astronomical.

Removing from the calculations
serial killer groupies

- who insert...
- Sorry I asked.

You know,
whether she knew it or not,

maybe Helen Garrett did give

Dylan something.

I mean, someone once said
that every seed-

even malignant ones-

they won't grow unless they get
water from someplace.

You're here.

Of course I am.

My place is here now with you.

But I thought...

We don't ask for the gifts
that we're given, Dylan.

They're just part of us.

This is a duty.

If I ever doubted before,
I don't now.

This is my calling.

You ever read 1,001 Nights?

No, what is it?

Oh, it's a wonderful book.

I think you'll like it.

"She comes like fullest moon
on happy night.

"Taper of waist with shape
like magic might:

"Her eye hath glances
to quell mankind,

"Ruby of her cheeks
reflect this light:

"Enveils her hips
the blackness of her hair;

"Beware of curls

that bite with viper-bite!"