Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 8, Episode 1 - The Silencer - full transcript
The team tracks an escaped inmate who sews his victims mouths shut.
(bell ringing, distant talking)
MAN:
Over here.
Take it easy.
Take it easy!
-(groans)
- Stop,
Get his limbs.
Epileptic?
Not that I know of.
Let's go.
(siren wailing)
(garbled radio transmission)
GUARD:
So what was it?
Severe allergic reaction.
Hmm.
Probably did it on purpose.
He's suicidal?
He's homicidal.
I've found there ain't
much difference.
I never have figured out
why they call you in.
What's the point in saving
a scumbag like this?
He's gonna kill somebody else
the second he gets the chance.
That's above my pay grade.
GUARD:
Overcrowded anyway.
You think taxpayers want
to save this idiot?
(tires squeal)
♪♪
(grunts)
(groaning)
(Guard groaning)
(gasps)
(groans)
Put it down.
Don't you go do
nothing stupid, boy.
'Cause I'll tell you what.
They will never let you
out of that damn hole again.
Put... it... down.
Come on.
That's it.
Yeah.
(groans)
(gasps)
That's it, boy.
That's it.
(grunting)
(high-pitched ringing)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(gasping and groaning)
(wheezing and gasping)
Okay, you never gave your vote
on who should get what.
Give Reid the mug.
Reid? That means that
JJ gets the double-decker bus?
I thought that was for Kevin.
No, we're not talking right now.
Garcia, you guys were
just talking yest... (sighs)
Never mind.
Wait. Where is everybody?
Don't tell me
they're still in Seattle.
Hi. Hey, you guys are back. Hi.
- Oy, mates, give me a squeeze.
- Oh.
Mm. Well, you guys look great.
-(mumbles) Very proud of you.
-(in English accent): Cheers.
How's Emily doing?
Brilliant and lovely.
Her apartment's off the chain.
You mean, her flat.
You have to take
a shaky old lift
to get to the top,
but the view is brilliant.
- For my favorite bloke.
- Great, I love it.
- Thank you. -Thanks.
- REID: How was
-temporary duty?
- Well, it was around the clock.
I thought I'd get a little more
-of a vacation, but...
- REID: Did you watch
-the Olympics at all? -I did see
a little track and field,
but the queen bee here--
she saw everything.
Emily is for-real hooked up
over there.
She sends her love
and tea of the month.
It starts next week.
Oh, I miss her.
Don't even get me started.
Hey, how's the newb?
Is she nice?
- Yes, she is.
- I'm just asking.
Reid, did you hear she was
recruited when she was 24?
I've guest-lectured
in her forensic linguistics
-class before.
- Of course you have 'cause
she's a professor and an agent,
which is so impressive.
- No. Really, she's great.
- Mm-hmm, and driven, clearly.
Berkeley grad, double major,
Bureau star
of the Una-bomber case,
and she teaches at Georgetown,
and when she's not doing that,
she's not SSA-ing
at Washington field office.
And she has her Ph.D.
Does that mean
I have to call her doctor?
What? I did some research on her
'cause I couldn't sleep
on the plane, and my point is...
(JJ clears her throat)
...clearly, she is smart
and capable, but is she nice?
(Morgan clears his throat)
GARCIA (whispering):
Oh, dear God, this is happening.
Where I talk,
and the person is behind...
me.
The origin of nice is
12th century Middle English,
meaning foolish or stupid.
I hope you're referring to
the modern use of the adjective.
You must be Penelope.
I'm Alex Blake.
Nice to meet you, really.
Actually, nice in the nicest
of ways, nice.
I'm Derek Morgan.
Welcome back.
How was Seattle?
The UnSub made Ridgway
look like a saint.
He even used his own kid
to bait the victims.
Well, we've seen that before;
no doubt we'll see it again.
Don't unpack.
- Garcia, the files.
- Yeah.
Files. Oh, God.
HOTCH:
A few hours ago,
there was a prison transfer
to the county hospital
in Abilene, Texas.
The ambulance crashed,
and the prisoner escaped.
He's wearing the EMT uniform,
and he's armed
with the guard's weapon.
MORGAN:
Aren't the U.S. Marshals
-on this?
- Yes, they are,
but they need your help,
because this is what
they found inside.
The EMT and the driver died
in the accident.
The guard, however, suffocated.
JJ:
What's on his mouth?
It was sewn shut.
BLAKE:
So the prisoner
is The Silencer?
- Or this guy's a copycat.
- HOTCH: Forensics confirmed
it's the same unique
double knot ligature
used in all three murders.
REID: His last known victim
was in 2004,
and he was never caught.
JJ: So he didn't go dormant
by choice.
- He was locked up. -MORGAN:
But why not just escape?
If he hadn't sewn
the guard's mouth shut,
we would never know it was him.
ROSSI:
He wants us to know he's back.
BLAKE:
We've got his face.
What's his name?
John Doe. He was pulled over
in '04 for a traffic violation.
No registration, no tags.
He carried no ID.
No way he did eight years
for that.
HOTCH: They searched the car
and found a gun
-with a silencer.
- ROSSI: A silencer?
He was practically
telling them who he was,
and no one made the connection.
HOTCH:
It's a federal offense,
carries a 30-year
minimum sentence,
but it was actually
what he did inside
that, uh, guaranteed him life
without parole.
- He killed two men while inside?
- REID: And he never said a word.
Mm. He spoke with his fists.
MORGAN:
Remaining silent for eight years
takes a hell of a lot
of self-restraint.
Maybe it was
a conditioned response.
HOTCH: Garcia's gathering
all the files
from '04. We'll catch up
on the plane.
Wheels up in 30.
Alex?
I'm sorry I didn't get a chance
to see you
before the Seattle case.
Congratulations.
It took a lot of hard work
to get a shot here.
Wasn't easy.
It's been a long time.
I've got a plane to catch, Erin.
Good luck.
HOTCH:
"As I grow older,
"I pay less attention
to what men say.
I just watch what they do."
Andrew Carnegie.
BLAKE:
Did any of you work
on The Silencer case?
ROSSI:
That was during
my extended sabbatical.
We all consulted, but nobody
made the trip to Texas.
Why not?
Three women in four months.
That's textbook kill rate.
An undeniable signature.
Obvious surrogates.
(scoffs)
We weren't invited
by the local police.
Aren't you tired of that?
(scoffs)
Welcome to our world.
MORGAN:
The women he killed were beaten
and left in open ditches.
That physical representation
of his anger
is missing this time around.
Well, he must do something else
that satisfies him.
His signature is the same,
but his victimology
couldn't be more different.
The guard was clearly
a victim of necessity,
but if he has
a need-driven behavior, such as
sewing mouths shut,
how can he control that
and only do it to the guard?
But maybe he just ran
out of time.
MORGAN:
Well, he could want the guard
to suffer in silence.
Literally makes
his victims shut up.
HOTCH:
It seems obvious, but, uh,
there may be something to that.
BLAKE:
Then the question is why?
HOTCH: Morgan, you and JJ go
to the M.E.
Reid, you and Dave, check out
John Doe's jail cell.
Blake and I
will head to the U.S. Marshals.
SSAs Hotchner and Blake.
Oh, Tilghman.
Thank you for coming.
I got my whole team on this.
- Any leads yet?
- Well, the wreck happened
out in the middle of nowhere
after midnight.
The sun comes up at 6:00,
so we figure that he's on foot
somewhere within a 12-mile
radius of the accident site.
You think he's moving
on foot in this heat?
It'll kill you in the best
of conditions.
He stole some supplies,
but not enough
to hole up too long.
You can expect him
to be active tonight.
Now, where can we set up?
Right in here.
Uh, passing any coffee,
by chance?
I just started a pot.
We got his picture
plastered everywhere.
But if he's hiding,
he's hiding.
It's gonna be awful hard
to weed him out.
I'm not good at waiting.
No, neither am I.
We've been keeping
the media at bay.
We don't want them
to know too much.
We should try
to keep it that way.
What's all this?
Uh, his first crimes.
They mean more to us now
that he's killed again.
TILGHMAN: So he came out
just as sick as he went in.
You think
he's gonna move or wait?
Well, he kills at night,
which means that's when
he's most confident.
And if waiting for dark
is the smartest move,
that's what he'll do.
Everything points
to a solitary existence.
You know, interestingly enough,
the most worn book is
The Count of Monte Cristo.
Of course it is.
The hero's only reason
for living
was to seek vengeance.
Maybe he relates.
It's in French.
I didn't see that coming.
Looks like he wrote a lot, too.
He's been pent up physically
and verbally far too long.
So he gets into his first fight
within days of being here.
Got him a week's
worth of solitary.
That pattern escalated until
he eventually killed an inmate.
Got out of solitary
and killed another.
So he silences his victims
before he gets inside.
His actions get him
silenced while he's here.
Ironic?
Fortuitous. Looks like
he has two forms of expression:
silence and rage.
We need to find out
why he's operating
in these extremes.
Maybe it's in his writings.
(indistinct, distant shouting)
The suture is 6-0 nylon.
A P-3 needle, 13-millimeter
long, three-eight circle.
A dozen of these would
come in a box.
The suture drawer was empty
on the ambulance.
Then he's got a lot more.
JJ:
His technique
isn't like a mortician.
It looks like
the stitching is strictly
-through the lips.
- WOMAN: It's rather crude
what he's done. You see how
the nylon is stretched?
The victim struggled,
which says, the prisoner did it
while this guy
-was still alive.
- JJ: Torture,
just like the first victims.
Well, now that you've seen his
handiwork, I'll open his mouth.
What do we have here?
MORGAN:
"Gazing through
to the other side."
That's not much
of a taunt.
Maybe it's not for us.
Then who?
What do you think?
Can I retract
an early statement?
Sure.
There's nothing textbook
about this case.
These victims suffered in ways
that were painstakingly
personal.
You think
he was abused the same way?
Doubt his mouth was sewn.
That's his way
of expressing frustration,
but there's something
tied to the silence.
I'm thinking,
he stayed quiet in prison
because he was ridiculed
as a child when he talked.
By someone who looked like them.
Well, he could have had
a speech impediment.
It would have been severe.
A stutter, maybe.
We've got ourselves
a reader over here.
In multiple languages.
Spanish, English and German are
the primary languages for Texas.
He reads in French. Most of his
own writings are in English.
His handwriting is the size
of Courier type.
- And so far,
I've read 50,000 words. -And?
The small print tells me he's
methodical, not always social.
The narrow spacing indicates
a tremendous
amount of irritability.
Looks like stream
of consciousness.
Interesting.
His reading comprehension
suggests
above-average intelligence,
but his writing is inferior.
Could be
what he grew up hearing.
ROSSI:
You two should
guest lecture together.
Oh, wait.
MORGAN: He literally put words
in the guard's mouth.
ROSSI:
That's new.
Well, we think this is
what we were missing.
The words give him the pleasure
the beatings used to bring.
Guys, maybe we had this wrong.
What if the ritual is sewing
the mouths shut?
His signature used to be
the beatings, but now
it's putting words
in their mouths.
JJ: Yeah, just
when you think a signature
doesn't get more solid
than that...
BLAKE:
What did he write?
"Gazing through
to the other side."
It's not an anagram.
Is that phrase in anything
you've read so far?
No, it's not a well-known
literary reference, either.
Well, the words mean something
to him. Otherwise,
-he wouldn't share. -HOTCH:
It's gonna get dark soon.
- He'll be on the move.
- MORGAN: You want us on the road
-with the marshals?
- HOTCH: No.
I think we should concentrate
on remote locations.
He's not just
escaping detection.
He's a recluse.
He'll be attracted
to isolated locations.
(country music plays
on the radio)
♪ Well, it's a tough
situation... ♪
(loud, high-pitched
whirring of machinery)
♪ A pretty barmaid
that I know ♪
♪ Her fingernails
round a long-neck Bud ♪
♪ And this neon light ♪
- (loud, metallic rattling)
- ♪ Is the color of blood... ♪
(keys jangling)
What are you doing?
Hey! I said,
what are you doing?!
(high-pitched ringing)
Answer me!
You dumb son of a bitch!
(truck horn blares)
(siren chirps)
(indistinct chatter)
(siren blaring)
(garbled radio transmission)
(camera shutter clicking,
indistinct chatter)
Let's get that out, and see if
we can get anything back, Mike.
We have all
the highways covered.
Roadblocks on the rural routes.
He must have stolen a vehicle
and just laid low.
How'd you know to look here?
Well, it's local and isolated,
just like him.
They found the EMT's shirt
in the trash.
Great, so we don't know
how he's dressed.
Just the fact that he stole
wheels from the garage.
I don't know
what kind of car to look for
because I don't know
what was here.
Found some names and numbers.
My guess is these are customers
whose cars
they were working on.
- Any makes or models?
- JJ: Parts ordered.
That's about it.
So, the, uh, attendant's
motorcycle is still out front.
Why didn't he take that?
He could have gone off-road.
It would have been faster.
Oh, but he can sleep in a car.
Right.
This place isn't far
from last night's accident.
Six miles away.
The choppers and the dogs
covered this area,
but he still got away.
JJ: Have you ever seen
a fugitive stay this close
-for so long?
- Just depends
on how patient he is,
and what he has to prove.
"Waiting on the taste
of honey,
the smell of summer."
TILGHMAN: What the hell
that supposed to mean?
Sounds like
a list of things he missed
when he was locked up?
Why does he need us
to know that?
Call Blake.
Bring her up to speed.
(sighing)
(beep, phone ringing, beep)
You have not called me all day.
Seriously?
Now that superwoman is on the
case, you don't need me, huh?
MORGAN:
Okay, you know what?
I'm gonna chalk that up
to a little jet lag.
Let's start this thing over.
Ring-ring.
I'm looking for my baby girl.
Your wish is my command.
MORGAN:
There you go.
That's much better.
I need Blake's number.
GARCIA:
Seriously?!
Are you kidding?!
Hotch asked me to call her.
GARCIA:
So call Reid!
He's probably glued to her!
MORGAN: All right, that is
unnecessary roughness.
You, my sweet,
need to settle down.
(sighs) No, I know, I know.
I just... I... I thought
this would be easier.
I know. So did I.
Garcia, Blake's number?
(keyboard keys clicking)
GARCIA:
I just sent you her V-card.
Thank you, my lady.
You're welcome, my love.
(sighs)
Oh.
(beep, phone rings)
- (beep)
- Blake.
Hey, it's Morgan.
- BLAKE: You get another note?
- Yup.
BLAKE:
Mind if I put you on speaker?
MORGAN:
That's how we do it.
"Waiting on the taste
of honey,
the smell of summer..."
And the sight of
the other side,
three of the senses.
We're only missing sound
and touch.
This guy's like Jekyll and Hyde.
Writes a decent thought,
and then, sews it in a mouth.
Yeah, whatever he is,
he's romanticizing
the hell out of this.
- Thanks, Morgan.
- MORGAN: Sure.
(beep, sighs)
REID:
"Gazing through
"to the other side.
Waiting on the taste of honey,
the smell of summer."
Do you think he's telling us
about a place?
Well, it sounds like it, but...
where?
(Blake sighs)
HOTCH: We can't tell you exactly
where this UnSub's going,
or what he's thinking,
but his actions will
betray his intentions.
TILGHMAN:
How's that?
HOTCH: Earlier tonight
at the gas station,
he could have stolen money, but
the cash register wasn't empty.
That tells us
that he's not planning
a long road trip.
And yet, he's logical enough
to be in survival mode.
So logic tells him to escape.
I get that.
But what the hell makes him
sew mouths shut?
HOTCH: It's a compulsion
over which he has no control.
TILGHMAN:
So, how do we stop him?
MORGAN: Well, truth shows itself
through actions.
So, what's this guy's truth?
He feels silenced.
Agent Hotchner has a theory
that he had a speech impediment
that made him embarrassed
to talk.
He may have been relentlessly
teased because of it.
JJ: His prior victims tell us
a woman,
likely a mother figure,
is to blame.
Chances are, she was abusive
and convinced him
that whatever words
he had were worthless.
TILGHMAN: This guy hasn't
spoken a word in eight years.
Could he have been mute?
BLAKE:
Oh, definitely not.
TILGHMAN:
You sound pretty damn sure.
BLAKE: He refers to "IPA" in
a few of his personal writings.
TILGHMAN:
What's IPA?
International Phonetic Alphabet.
It represents only
those qualities of speech
that are in spoken language.
It's proof
that he's able to hear,
which means most likely,
he can talk, but chooses not to.
Well, what's he use it for?
BLAKE:
He uses multiple
languages, which highlights
his desire to communicate.
IPA is an interesting choice.
I found that those
who understand something
as detailed as that are also
proficient in sign language.
So these words
that he's leaving in the mouths
are directly taunting us?
Those messages...
- Have not been analyzed yet.
- REID: You know, not
to change the subject, but, uh,
he's incredibly well-read,
which tells us
that he most likely
grew up in isolation,
with literature being
his only escape.
His own writings are
not as profound,
and despite his reading
comprehension,
we don't believe he's had
an extended education.
ROSSI:
Everything about his psychosis
says the spoken word has value.
It also greatly angers him.
And if he was yelled at
or made to feel stupid,
he held onto his anger
until he snapped.
TILGHMAN:
So why hasn't he fled the area?
I mean, he knows there's
a manhunt going on here.
Wouldn't he want to get
as far away as possible?
JJ:
Well, he could be on a mission.
We just don't know
if that mission includes
a person or a place.
But we do know
his target is close to here.
HOTCH:
Thank you.
Excuse me, Blake?
Wouldn't you agree
that his messages are relevant
to the profile?
- To a degree, yes.
- A degree?
He basically signed
his name to the murders.
He's never left words before.
That's a significant change
in behavior,
but you completely
dismissed it.
Because the marshals have their
own agenda, and will believe
it's a taunt no matter
what we tell them.
We don't need
to give them any more fuel.
Look, the UnSub needs
to get his thoughts out.
It's like he's reminding us
of something, and until we know
what that something is,
I'm not comfortable speculating
in front of them.
- What about the rest of us?
- Dr. Reid and I
are coming up with theories.
You're welcome to join us.
(keys jingle)
(engine sputtering,
not turning over)
(engine sputtering,
not turning over)
I don't know where
this scar came from.
Well, he got in 23 fights
over eight years-- that's bound
to leave a few marks.
Yeah, I know,
but I read the records,
and there's no indication
of a scar behind his left ear.
What are you thinking--
self-inflicted?
It could be.
JJ:
The left side of his face
is sagging in both photos.
Maybe he had a stroke or palsy?
Oh, so, a facial deformity,
a possible speech impediment,
and it leads
to pretty low self-esteem.
(engine sputtering,
not turning over)
(engine starts)
JJ:
Okay, so, how does eight years
locked up change someone?
ROSSI:
Takes away their voice.
JJ: But it doesn't take
away his rage.
Time only makes it worse.
HOTCH: What if he started
all those fights
so he could be punished?
He was looking for quiet.
So getting into fights wasn't
about his rage.
It was about getting
what he wanted.
Silence.
Daddy will be right back.
(baby crying)
Marshal, where
are the parents?
Father's in the stall, dead,
no sign of the mother.
He stole the victim's I.D.,
so I have no idea
who he is or what type
of vehicle we're looking for.
BLAKE:
Was there another message?
They're looking right now.
JJ: This baby is
only a few months old.
He's too young to hold
a bottle by himself.
- Maybe the father fed him.
- JJ: No, you-you wouldn't
take the baby out of the safety
of your car in the middle
-of the night. -TILGHMAN:
Then you're telling me
this guy killed a man and came
out here to care for the baby?
I think
that's exactly what he did.
He stayed with him
while he slept, and then,
gave him his pacifier.
TILGHMAN: Well, then,
maybe he's not that far
away.
There were no words left
in the mouth this time.
HOTCH: I think caring
for the baby is his message.
BLAKE:
Then he must relate
to the child.
JJ:
Or maybe he's obsessed
with the nurture he didn't get.
BLAKE: Or simply wanted him
to be quiet.
HOTCH: He's telling us
he has boundaries?
BLAKE:
No, he's too unstable for that.
I'd consider him lucky.
Scissors,
suture kits,
medical tape.
What's he trying to tell us?
That he's finished killing?
JJ:
Well, he left his tools behind.
Usually means
you're gonna call it quits.
But he didn't leave
the stolen gun.
He's not giving up.
Okay, so, he leaves words
until today.
Uh, maybe he's closer
to what he's looking for?
MORGAN:
He could have already found it.
If he feels satisfied,
he may disappear.
BLAKE:
Mm.
We're too close
to let that happen.
HOTCH: All right, then,
we go back to the first kills.
Three women, late forties,
all working class,
mothers, brunettes,
beaten and left in a ditch.
That was his message.
He hated them.
MORGAN:
Maybe he's not
targeting women anymore
because he's already
-killed the person he blames.
- BLAKE: Most likely
-his mother.
- We should have Garcia run
-all the victims' names again.
-(beeping, phone rings through)
- GARCIA: At your service.
- Uh, pull up the '04
-victims. -(computer chirps)
- Done.
HOTCH: All right, we need a list
of their children.
Okay, next of kin,
state welfare.
Give me a sec. Gotcha!
Okay, some were put
into foster care
after their moms died.
Runaways, truancy-- not good.
HOTCH:
Any incarcerated?
GARCIA: A handful. Uh,
do you have any more parameters?
Uh, not yet.
Just send us the list.
GARCIA:
Coming at you now.
All right, let's start
with the first victim.
Julie Myers.
HOTCH:
Three boys--
Uh, Mark, Greg and John.
Born '70, '72, '74.
History of truancy.
Child services lost track
of them.
Is there any family history
of Cajun French?
HOTCH: Uh, Julie Myers was born
in New Orleans.
Could explain his interest
in the language.
MORGAN: Let's jump ahead
to his most recent behavior.
He leaves all of this behind.
Is it his version of surrender?
What's the medical tape for?
He didn't use it
on any of the victims.
Yet it was important enough for
him to steal from the ambulance.
Maybe he's using it on himself.
You said that he may have some
kind of nerve damage,
and if that's the case,
his eye won't shut by itself.
Maybe he has to tape it down.
HOTCH:
It's his left eye.
The same side
where the recent scars are.
JJ:
Under his ear.
Uh, what if he was trying
to stop from hearing?
ROSSI:
That's pretty severe.
- Taking a knife to your own
head. -BLAKE: He may have had
an implant.
The electronic pulses enhance
natural sound.
If all he wants is peace,
an implant is like having
a speaker that goes to 11.
(phone dings)
- GARCIA: That was fast.
- Any of the children have
a cochlear implant?
Uh, 1988, John Myers.
He was 14 at the time.
GARCIA:
Yeah, his mom was paid
650 bucks for the medical trial.
MORGAN:
Was he deaf before that?
Had to be in order
to participate.
Yikes! It was a highly
experimental procedure,
it was tested on humans
and on animals,
caused quite the controversy.
So, Mom gives him
the gift of hearing,
and it turns out to be a curse.
REID: Spent his first
14 years in silence,
gets lost in the world
through books, learns languages.
- Anything to escape.
- BLAKE: He's content,
and then his mom gets paid
to use him as a guinea pig.
And now, he can't
turn the noise off.
JJ:
He blamed her.
And he wanted her to suffer.
(prolonged,
high-pitched ringing)
I told you to clean your room!
You're an idiot!
(yelling in Cajun French)
I told you not to look at me.
Don't look at me!
-(piercing ringing)
- Hey!
Hey, I told you
to do the dishes.
You deaf and dumb
son of a bitch!
Hey, hey, deaf,
dumb son of a bitch,
look at me.
Talk to me!
Use your mouth, aah!
His messages don't have
a sense of geography,
so he isn't leaving us
a road map to his happy place.
They rarely do.
I don't think
the writing is his own.
JJ: You said it wasn't written
in any literature.
BLAKE: Well, the phrasing is
unnatural to the written word.
It's like an old recollection.
Like a campfire story
about paradise.
One that he's searching for.
And if he can't find it,
he'll kill again.
(indistinct shouting)
(piercing ringing)
(indistinct shouting,
mechanical whirring)
(high-pitched ringing continues)
If these aren't his words,
whose are they?
BLAKE:
We need to find out
who his neighbors were
in prison.
ROSSI:
He spent more time
in solitary than he did
in his own cell.
It's total darkness,
but not complete silence.
The inmates can speak
through the walls.
We'll see which fellow inmates
did time in solitary
when he was there.
I-I can't imagine
that someone thrown
in solitary is nice enough
to tell campfire stories.
Well, some inmates get put there
for their own protection.
HOTCH:
That's true.
We should start
with those prisoners.
BLAKE:
Well, hold on. See how
he wrote, "Waiting on the taste
of honey."
It's got Southern U.S. roots,
but more specifically,
it's Texas South,
a sub-dialect
of Southern English
found in the north-central part
of the state.
Right here-- you wait for
something that hasn't shown up.
You wait on something
that's nearby.
The taste of honey
would be close?
Yes, and the storyteller is
probably from north of here.
Fewer were thrown in the hole
than you'd think.
Go ahead, Garcia.
Our UnSub was the MVP
of solitary.
He was in there more
than any other prisoner.
HOTCH: All right,
we're looking for somebody
who didn't belong in jail.
His offense would be minimal.
He might even be there
for his own protection.
Uh-huh, I got a few.
Can you read off the hometowns?
GARCIA:
Sure. Beaumont,
- Edinburg , Sweetwater
- BLAKE: Sweetwater.
Who was that inmate?
Danny Tucker. Looks like
he was only in for two months.
Well, that's long enough
to tell stories to John Myers.
GARCIA:
Hey, his family owns property
near where you are.
It's really secluded, too.
BLAKE:
With local honey, by any chance?
They are known for it.
That's where he's headed.
HOTCH:
Garcia, is it a private
-property?
- GARCIA: It was,
but it's been sold.
They're building
a housing development.
HOTCH:
So, it's not the hideaway
he hopes it's going to be.
Where would he go?
HOTCH:
He might blame Danny
for lying to him. Garcia?
GARCIA:
Uh, Danny's house
is down the road
from the development.
I'm sending his address
to your phones now.
All right, Dave,
you and Reid go to the site.
The rest of us will go
to Danny's house.
Hey, I'm home.
Where's everybody?
Laura?
What the hell?
LAURA:
Danny?
Okay. Okay.
We-we don't have any money.
But, uh...
you can take my truck.
Here's the keys.
Go ahead now. Go on.
I'm not gonna tell anybody
about this.
(Laura whimpers)
Just go on.
Danny, watch out! Danny!
Oh, God. What are you doing?
Somebody help us.
(high-pitched ringing)
(sirens blaring)
HOTCH:
You're on speaker,
- Garcia. -GARCIA: Hey,
I was doing some digging,
'cause that's what I do,
and I found something weird.
Danny Tucker was only
ever in solitary.
So they never saw one another.
I-I can't tell you
that for sure, but...
JJ: Well, we know Danny
wasn't made for jail time.
He probably talked
just to keep his sanity.
Sold the story of a paradise
to some guy stuck in darkness.
MORGAN: Gave him all
that time to fantasize
about the place,
he finally gets free,
and he's convinced that finding
it will solve everything.
LAURA:
Danny!
Oh, God, don't hurt him.
Please don't hurt him. Please.
Please, please don't hurt him.
(Crying):
Please don't hurt him.
-(grunts)
-(Laura screams)
LAURA:
No. No...
Please don't hurt him.
Oh, God!
Danny? Danny!
Danny? Danny?!
Danny...
LAURA:
Danny?
Danny, please.
What's he doing?
John Myers, FBI.
Show me your hands.
-(Laura sobs)
- Are you okay?
LAURA:
Yes.
Put down the gun.
BLAKE:
John... you heard him.
Put it down.
Go on now, it's okay.
BLAKE:
See?
I'll do it.
Okay?
It's your turn.
Slow down, please.
He's a liar.
There's no peace.
Who's a liar?
Danny?
There's nowhere to go.
I'm not... going back in there.
There's no other way.
(gunshot, thudding)
(indistinct chatter)
HOTCH: I doubt anyone had ever
spoken to him with any kindness.
Hmm. None of us
should be denied that.
HOTCH: "A man is known
by the silence he keeps."
Oliver Herford.
Don't tell me
there's another one.
There's always another one.
I told you, we should have
just gotten into our cars.
- Where are we off to now?
- Home.
You need to spend at least
one night in your own beds.
Don't have to tell me twice.
Uh, yeah, wait for me.
Thanks.
Hmm.
STRAUSS:
Agent Blake.
(clears throat)
I owe you...
an explanation.
I know that
you may not believe this,
but the part of my job
that I dislike the most
is politics.
When you were blamed for
arresting the wrong suspect
in the Amerithrax case,
I didn't stand up for you.
- I let you take the fall.
- No.
No.
You cut my rope.
It was the highest-profile case
we'd seen that year.
All eyes were on me.
It took a decade to recover.
But I can assure you
that your reputation
in the bureau remained intact.
It sounds like
you've convinced yourself
that you didn't do any damage,
but you did, Erin.
Well, that was never...
my intent.
I'm sorry.
And my hope is that
we can get past it.
Maybe it doesn't matter to you,
but I am glad that you're here.
Well, that makes two of us.
Good night.
You should go home
and get some rest.
Don't tell me
you're staying here.
Well, just long enough
to do the reports.
- Okay, good.
- Good night.
And you?
You and Strauss got
a little history?
Uh... in another life.
There's a story in there.
Hmm.
- You heading out?
- In a bit.
All right.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Yup.
(sighs)
(exhales)
GARCIA:
Hi.
Hello.
Welcome back.
You're here late.
Yeah, I haven't really slept.
Mm.
Well, join the club.
Can we start over?
Sure.
Hi. My name is Penelope,
and I do not like change.
(exhales)
Well, you're not alone.
Well, I think...
I think it's worse
for me than-than the others.
- Okay.
- I've always been like this.
It goes back... This is not
a therapy session, I just...
- I really wanted to explain...
- It's-it's...
It's fine.
Honestly.
I heard you live
in the District.
That can't be an easy commute.
(sighs)
That's really nice.
Nice, huh?
It's thoughtful.
But I don't even know
if you drink coffee.
Oh...
do I drink coffee.
And... and anything else
that keeps me going.
We have new teas
coming in next week.
Proper tea?
As proper as it gets.
Can you get my brand?
I-I don't know.
I don't have a brand.
There's a... I could get
you your brand...
♪♪
♪♪
MAN:
Over here.
Take it easy.
Take it easy!
-(groans)
- Stop,
Get his limbs.
Epileptic?
Not that I know of.
Let's go.
(siren wailing)
(garbled radio transmission)
GUARD:
So what was it?
Severe allergic reaction.
Hmm.
Probably did it on purpose.
He's suicidal?
He's homicidal.
I've found there ain't
much difference.
I never have figured out
why they call you in.
What's the point in saving
a scumbag like this?
He's gonna kill somebody else
the second he gets the chance.
That's above my pay grade.
GUARD:
Overcrowded anyway.
You think taxpayers want
to save this idiot?
(tires squeal)
♪♪
(grunts)
(groaning)
(Guard groaning)
(gasps)
(groans)
Put it down.
Don't you go do
nothing stupid, boy.
'Cause I'll tell you what.
They will never let you
out of that damn hole again.
Put... it... down.
Come on.
That's it.
Yeah.
(groans)
(gasps)
That's it, boy.
That's it.
(grunting)
(high-pitched ringing)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(gasping and groaning)
(wheezing and gasping)
Okay, you never gave your vote
on who should get what.
Give Reid the mug.
Reid? That means that
JJ gets the double-decker bus?
I thought that was for Kevin.
No, we're not talking right now.
Garcia, you guys were
just talking yest... (sighs)
Never mind.
Wait. Where is everybody?
Don't tell me
they're still in Seattle.
Hi. Hey, you guys are back. Hi.
- Oy, mates, give me a squeeze.
- Oh.
Mm. Well, you guys look great.
-(mumbles) Very proud of you.
-(in English accent): Cheers.
How's Emily doing?
Brilliant and lovely.
Her apartment's off the chain.
You mean, her flat.
You have to take
a shaky old lift
to get to the top,
but the view is brilliant.
- For my favorite bloke.
- Great, I love it.
- Thank you. -Thanks.
- REID: How was
-temporary duty?
- Well, it was around the clock.
I thought I'd get a little more
-of a vacation, but...
- REID: Did you watch
-the Olympics at all? -I did see
a little track and field,
but the queen bee here--
she saw everything.
Emily is for-real hooked up
over there.
She sends her love
and tea of the month.
It starts next week.
Oh, I miss her.
Don't even get me started.
Hey, how's the newb?
Is she nice?
- Yes, she is.
- I'm just asking.
Reid, did you hear she was
recruited when she was 24?
I've guest-lectured
in her forensic linguistics
-class before.
- Of course you have 'cause
she's a professor and an agent,
which is so impressive.
- No. Really, she's great.
- Mm-hmm, and driven, clearly.
Berkeley grad, double major,
Bureau star
of the Una-bomber case,
and she teaches at Georgetown,
and when she's not doing that,
she's not SSA-ing
at Washington field office.
And she has her Ph.D.
Does that mean
I have to call her doctor?
What? I did some research on her
'cause I couldn't sleep
on the plane, and my point is...
(JJ clears her throat)
...clearly, she is smart
and capable, but is she nice?
(Morgan clears his throat)
GARCIA (whispering):
Oh, dear God, this is happening.
Where I talk,
and the person is behind...
me.
The origin of nice is
12th century Middle English,
meaning foolish or stupid.
I hope you're referring to
the modern use of the adjective.
You must be Penelope.
I'm Alex Blake.
Nice to meet you, really.
Actually, nice in the nicest
of ways, nice.
I'm Derek Morgan.
Welcome back.
How was Seattle?
The UnSub made Ridgway
look like a saint.
He even used his own kid
to bait the victims.
Well, we've seen that before;
no doubt we'll see it again.
Don't unpack.
- Garcia, the files.
- Yeah.
Files. Oh, God.
HOTCH:
A few hours ago,
there was a prison transfer
to the county hospital
in Abilene, Texas.
The ambulance crashed,
and the prisoner escaped.
He's wearing the EMT uniform,
and he's armed
with the guard's weapon.
MORGAN:
Aren't the U.S. Marshals
-on this?
- Yes, they are,
but they need your help,
because this is what
they found inside.
The EMT and the driver died
in the accident.
The guard, however, suffocated.
JJ:
What's on his mouth?
It was sewn shut.
BLAKE:
So the prisoner
is The Silencer?
- Or this guy's a copycat.
- HOTCH: Forensics confirmed
it's the same unique
double knot ligature
used in all three murders.
REID: His last known victim
was in 2004,
and he was never caught.
JJ: So he didn't go dormant
by choice.
- He was locked up. -MORGAN:
But why not just escape?
If he hadn't sewn
the guard's mouth shut,
we would never know it was him.
ROSSI:
He wants us to know he's back.
BLAKE:
We've got his face.
What's his name?
John Doe. He was pulled over
in '04 for a traffic violation.
No registration, no tags.
He carried no ID.
No way he did eight years
for that.
HOTCH: They searched the car
and found a gun
-with a silencer.
- ROSSI: A silencer?
He was practically
telling them who he was,
and no one made the connection.
HOTCH:
It's a federal offense,
carries a 30-year
minimum sentence,
but it was actually
what he did inside
that, uh, guaranteed him life
without parole.
- He killed two men while inside?
- REID: And he never said a word.
Mm. He spoke with his fists.
MORGAN:
Remaining silent for eight years
takes a hell of a lot
of self-restraint.
Maybe it was
a conditioned response.
HOTCH: Garcia's gathering
all the files
from '04. We'll catch up
on the plane.
Wheels up in 30.
Alex?
I'm sorry I didn't get a chance
to see you
before the Seattle case.
Congratulations.
It took a lot of hard work
to get a shot here.
Wasn't easy.
It's been a long time.
I've got a plane to catch, Erin.
Good luck.
HOTCH:
"As I grow older,
"I pay less attention
to what men say.
I just watch what they do."
Andrew Carnegie.
BLAKE:
Did any of you work
on The Silencer case?
ROSSI:
That was during
my extended sabbatical.
We all consulted, but nobody
made the trip to Texas.
Why not?
Three women in four months.
That's textbook kill rate.
An undeniable signature.
Obvious surrogates.
(scoffs)
We weren't invited
by the local police.
Aren't you tired of that?
(scoffs)
Welcome to our world.
MORGAN:
The women he killed were beaten
and left in open ditches.
That physical representation
of his anger
is missing this time around.
Well, he must do something else
that satisfies him.
His signature is the same,
but his victimology
couldn't be more different.
The guard was clearly
a victim of necessity,
but if he has
a need-driven behavior, such as
sewing mouths shut,
how can he control that
and only do it to the guard?
But maybe he just ran
out of time.
MORGAN:
Well, he could want the guard
to suffer in silence.
Literally makes
his victims shut up.
HOTCH:
It seems obvious, but, uh,
there may be something to that.
BLAKE:
Then the question is why?
HOTCH: Morgan, you and JJ go
to the M.E.
Reid, you and Dave, check out
John Doe's jail cell.
Blake and I
will head to the U.S. Marshals.
SSAs Hotchner and Blake.
Oh, Tilghman.
Thank you for coming.
I got my whole team on this.
- Any leads yet?
- Well, the wreck happened
out in the middle of nowhere
after midnight.
The sun comes up at 6:00,
so we figure that he's on foot
somewhere within a 12-mile
radius of the accident site.
You think he's moving
on foot in this heat?
It'll kill you in the best
of conditions.
He stole some supplies,
but not enough
to hole up too long.
You can expect him
to be active tonight.
Now, where can we set up?
Right in here.
Uh, passing any coffee,
by chance?
I just started a pot.
We got his picture
plastered everywhere.
But if he's hiding,
he's hiding.
It's gonna be awful hard
to weed him out.
I'm not good at waiting.
No, neither am I.
We've been keeping
the media at bay.
We don't want them
to know too much.
We should try
to keep it that way.
What's all this?
Uh, his first crimes.
They mean more to us now
that he's killed again.
TILGHMAN: So he came out
just as sick as he went in.
You think
he's gonna move or wait?
Well, he kills at night,
which means that's when
he's most confident.
And if waiting for dark
is the smartest move,
that's what he'll do.
Everything points
to a solitary existence.
You know, interestingly enough,
the most worn book is
The Count of Monte Cristo.
Of course it is.
The hero's only reason
for living
was to seek vengeance.
Maybe he relates.
It's in French.
I didn't see that coming.
Looks like he wrote a lot, too.
He's been pent up physically
and verbally far too long.
So he gets into his first fight
within days of being here.
Got him a week's
worth of solitary.
That pattern escalated until
he eventually killed an inmate.
Got out of solitary
and killed another.
So he silences his victims
before he gets inside.
His actions get him
silenced while he's here.
Ironic?
Fortuitous. Looks like
he has two forms of expression:
silence and rage.
We need to find out
why he's operating
in these extremes.
Maybe it's in his writings.
(indistinct, distant shouting)
The suture is 6-0 nylon.
A P-3 needle, 13-millimeter
long, three-eight circle.
A dozen of these would
come in a box.
The suture drawer was empty
on the ambulance.
Then he's got a lot more.
JJ:
His technique
isn't like a mortician.
It looks like
the stitching is strictly
-through the lips.
- WOMAN: It's rather crude
what he's done. You see how
the nylon is stretched?
The victim struggled,
which says, the prisoner did it
while this guy
-was still alive.
- JJ: Torture,
just like the first victims.
Well, now that you've seen his
handiwork, I'll open his mouth.
What do we have here?
MORGAN:
"Gazing through
to the other side."
That's not much
of a taunt.
Maybe it's not for us.
Then who?
What do you think?
Can I retract
an early statement?
Sure.
There's nothing textbook
about this case.
These victims suffered in ways
that were painstakingly
personal.
You think
he was abused the same way?
Doubt his mouth was sewn.
That's his way
of expressing frustration,
but there's something
tied to the silence.
I'm thinking,
he stayed quiet in prison
because he was ridiculed
as a child when he talked.
By someone who looked like them.
Well, he could have had
a speech impediment.
It would have been severe.
A stutter, maybe.
We've got ourselves
a reader over here.
In multiple languages.
Spanish, English and German are
the primary languages for Texas.
He reads in French. Most of his
own writings are in English.
His handwriting is the size
of Courier type.
- And so far,
I've read 50,000 words. -And?
The small print tells me he's
methodical, not always social.
The narrow spacing indicates
a tremendous
amount of irritability.
Looks like stream
of consciousness.
Interesting.
His reading comprehension
suggests
above-average intelligence,
but his writing is inferior.
Could be
what he grew up hearing.
ROSSI:
You two should
guest lecture together.
Oh, wait.
MORGAN: He literally put words
in the guard's mouth.
ROSSI:
That's new.
Well, we think this is
what we were missing.
The words give him the pleasure
the beatings used to bring.
Guys, maybe we had this wrong.
What if the ritual is sewing
the mouths shut?
His signature used to be
the beatings, but now
it's putting words
in their mouths.
JJ: Yeah, just
when you think a signature
doesn't get more solid
than that...
BLAKE:
What did he write?
"Gazing through
to the other side."
It's not an anagram.
Is that phrase in anything
you've read so far?
No, it's not a well-known
literary reference, either.
Well, the words mean something
to him. Otherwise,
-he wouldn't share. -HOTCH:
It's gonna get dark soon.
- He'll be on the move.
- MORGAN: You want us on the road
-with the marshals?
- HOTCH: No.
I think we should concentrate
on remote locations.
He's not just
escaping detection.
He's a recluse.
He'll be attracted
to isolated locations.
(country music plays
on the radio)
♪ Well, it's a tough
situation... ♪
(loud, high-pitched
whirring of machinery)
♪ A pretty barmaid
that I know ♪
♪ Her fingernails
round a long-neck Bud ♪
♪ And this neon light ♪
- (loud, metallic rattling)
- ♪ Is the color of blood... ♪
(keys jangling)
What are you doing?
Hey! I said,
what are you doing?!
(high-pitched ringing)
Answer me!
You dumb son of a bitch!
(truck horn blares)
(siren chirps)
(indistinct chatter)
(siren blaring)
(garbled radio transmission)
(camera shutter clicking,
indistinct chatter)
Let's get that out, and see if
we can get anything back, Mike.
We have all
the highways covered.
Roadblocks on the rural routes.
He must have stolen a vehicle
and just laid low.
How'd you know to look here?
Well, it's local and isolated,
just like him.
They found the EMT's shirt
in the trash.
Great, so we don't know
how he's dressed.
Just the fact that he stole
wheels from the garage.
I don't know
what kind of car to look for
because I don't know
what was here.
Found some names and numbers.
My guess is these are customers
whose cars
they were working on.
- Any makes or models?
- JJ: Parts ordered.
That's about it.
So, the, uh, attendant's
motorcycle is still out front.
Why didn't he take that?
He could have gone off-road.
It would have been faster.
Oh, but he can sleep in a car.
Right.
This place isn't far
from last night's accident.
Six miles away.
The choppers and the dogs
covered this area,
but he still got away.
JJ: Have you ever seen
a fugitive stay this close
-for so long?
- Just depends
on how patient he is,
and what he has to prove.
"Waiting on the taste
of honey,
the smell of summer."
TILGHMAN: What the hell
that supposed to mean?
Sounds like
a list of things he missed
when he was locked up?
Why does he need us
to know that?
Call Blake.
Bring her up to speed.
(sighing)
(beep, phone ringing, beep)
You have not called me all day.
Seriously?
Now that superwoman is on the
case, you don't need me, huh?
MORGAN:
Okay, you know what?
I'm gonna chalk that up
to a little jet lag.
Let's start this thing over.
Ring-ring.
I'm looking for my baby girl.
Your wish is my command.
MORGAN:
There you go.
That's much better.
I need Blake's number.
GARCIA:
Seriously?!
Are you kidding?!
Hotch asked me to call her.
GARCIA:
So call Reid!
He's probably glued to her!
MORGAN: All right, that is
unnecessary roughness.
You, my sweet,
need to settle down.
(sighs) No, I know, I know.
I just... I... I thought
this would be easier.
I know. So did I.
Garcia, Blake's number?
(keyboard keys clicking)
GARCIA:
I just sent you her V-card.
Thank you, my lady.
You're welcome, my love.
(sighs)
Oh.
(beep, phone rings)
- (beep)
- Blake.
Hey, it's Morgan.
- BLAKE: You get another note?
- Yup.
BLAKE:
Mind if I put you on speaker?
MORGAN:
That's how we do it.
"Waiting on the taste
of honey,
the smell of summer..."
And the sight of
the other side,
three of the senses.
We're only missing sound
and touch.
This guy's like Jekyll and Hyde.
Writes a decent thought,
and then, sews it in a mouth.
Yeah, whatever he is,
he's romanticizing
the hell out of this.
- Thanks, Morgan.
- MORGAN: Sure.
(beep, sighs)
REID:
"Gazing through
"to the other side.
Waiting on the taste of honey,
the smell of summer."
Do you think he's telling us
about a place?
Well, it sounds like it, but...
where?
(Blake sighs)
HOTCH: We can't tell you exactly
where this UnSub's going,
or what he's thinking,
but his actions will
betray his intentions.
TILGHMAN:
How's that?
HOTCH: Earlier tonight
at the gas station,
he could have stolen money, but
the cash register wasn't empty.
That tells us
that he's not planning
a long road trip.
And yet, he's logical enough
to be in survival mode.
So logic tells him to escape.
I get that.
But what the hell makes him
sew mouths shut?
HOTCH: It's a compulsion
over which he has no control.
TILGHMAN:
So, how do we stop him?
MORGAN: Well, truth shows itself
through actions.
So, what's this guy's truth?
He feels silenced.
Agent Hotchner has a theory
that he had a speech impediment
that made him embarrassed
to talk.
He may have been relentlessly
teased because of it.
JJ: His prior victims tell us
a woman,
likely a mother figure,
is to blame.
Chances are, she was abusive
and convinced him
that whatever words
he had were worthless.
TILGHMAN: This guy hasn't
spoken a word in eight years.
Could he have been mute?
BLAKE:
Oh, definitely not.
TILGHMAN:
You sound pretty damn sure.
BLAKE: He refers to "IPA" in
a few of his personal writings.
TILGHMAN:
What's IPA?
International Phonetic Alphabet.
It represents only
those qualities of speech
that are in spoken language.
It's proof
that he's able to hear,
which means most likely,
he can talk, but chooses not to.
Well, what's he use it for?
BLAKE:
He uses multiple
languages, which highlights
his desire to communicate.
IPA is an interesting choice.
I found that those
who understand something
as detailed as that are also
proficient in sign language.
So these words
that he's leaving in the mouths
are directly taunting us?
Those messages...
- Have not been analyzed yet.
- REID: You know, not
to change the subject, but, uh,
he's incredibly well-read,
which tells us
that he most likely
grew up in isolation,
with literature being
his only escape.
His own writings are
not as profound,
and despite his reading
comprehension,
we don't believe he's had
an extended education.
ROSSI:
Everything about his psychosis
says the spoken word has value.
It also greatly angers him.
And if he was yelled at
or made to feel stupid,
he held onto his anger
until he snapped.
TILGHMAN:
So why hasn't he fled the area?
I mean, he knows there's
a manhunt going on here.
Wouldn't he want to get
as far away as possible?
JJ:
Well, he could be on a mission.
We just don't know
if that mission includes
a person or a place.
But we do know
his target is close to here.
HOTCH:
Thank you.
Excuse me, Blake?
Wouldn't you agree
that his messages are relevant
to the profile?
- To a degree, yes.
- A degree?
He basically signed
his name to the murders.
He's never left words before.
That's a significant change
in behavior,
but you completely
dismissed it.
Because the marshals have their
own agenda, and will believe
it's a taunt no matter
what we tell them.
We don't need
to give them any more fuel.
Look, the UnSub needs
to get his thoughts out.
It's like he's reminding us
of something, and until we know
what that something is,
I'm not comfortable speculating
in front of them.
- What about the rest of us?
- Dr. Reid and I
are coming up with theories.
You're welcome to join us.
(keys jingle)
(engine sputtering,
not turning over)
(engine sputtering,
not turning over)
I don't know where
this scar came from.
Well, he got in 23 fights
over eight years-- that's bound
to leave a few marks.
Yeah, I know,
but I read the records,
and there's no indication
of a scar behind his left ear.
What are you thinking--
self-inflicted?
It could be.
JJ:
The left side of his face
is sagging in both photos.
Maybe he had a stroke or palsy?
Oh, so, a facial deformity,
a possible speech impediment,
and it leads
to pretty low self-esteem.
(engine sputtering,
not turning over)
(engine starts)
JJ:
Okay, so, how does eight years
locked up change someone?
ROSSI:
Takes away their voice.
JJ: But it doesn't take
away his rage.
Time only makes it worse.
HOTCH: What if he started
all those fights
so he could be punished?
He was looking for quiet.
So getting into fights wasn't
about his rage.
It was about getting
what he wanted.
Silence.
Daddy will be right back.
(baby crying)
Marshal, where
are the parents?
Father's in the stall, dead,
no sign of the mother.
He stole the victim's I.D.,
so I have no idea
who he is or what type
of vehicle we're looking for.
BLAKE:
Was there another message?
They're looking right now.
JJ: This baby is
only a few months old.
He's too young to hold
a bottle by himself.
- Maybe the father fed him.
- JJ: No, you-you wouldn't
take the baby out of the safety
of your car in the middle
-of the night. -TILGHMAN:
Then you're telling me
this guy killed a man and came
out here to care for the baby?
I think
that's exactly what he did.
He stayed with him
while he slept, and then,
gave him his pacifier.
TILGHMAN: Well, then,
maybe he's not that far
away.
There were no words left
in the mouth this time.
HOTCH: I think caring
for the baby is his message.
BLAKE:
Then he must relate
to the child.
JJ:
Or maybe he's obsessed
with the nurture he didn't get.
BLAKE: Or simply wanted him
to be quiet.
HOTCH: He's telling us
he has boundaries?
BLAKE:
No, he's too unstable for that.
I'd consider him lucky.
Scissors,
suture kits,
medical tape.
What's he trying to tell us?
That he's finished killing?
JJ:
Well, he left his tools behind.
Usually means
you're gonna call it quits.
But he didn't leave
the stolen gun.
He's not giving up.
Okay, so, he leaves words
until today.
Uh, maybe he's closer
to what he's looking for?
MORGAN:
He could have already found it.
If he feels satisfied,
he may disappear.
BLAKE:
Mm.
We're too close
to let that happen.
HOTCH: All right, then,
we go back to the first kills.
Three women, late forties,
all working class,
mothers, brunettes,
beaten and left in a ditch.
That was his message.
He hated them.
MORGAN:
Maybe he's not
targeting women anymore
because he's already
-killed the person he blames.
- BLAKE: Most likely
-his mother.
- We should have Garcia run
-all the victims' names again.
-(beeping, phone rings through)
- GARCIA: At your service.
- Uh, pull up the '04
-victims. -(computer chirps)
- Done.
HOTCH: All right, we need a list
of their children.
Okay, next of kin,
state welfare.
Give me a sec. Gotcha!
Okay, some were put
into foster care
after their moms died.
Runaways, truancy-- not good.
HOTCH:
Any incarcerated?
GARCIA: A handful. Uh,
do you have any more parameters?
Uh, not yet.
Just send us the list.
GARCIA:
Coming at you now.
All right, let's start
with the first victim.
Julie Myers.
HOTCH:
Three boys--
Uh, Mark, Greg and John.
Born '70, '72, '74.
History of truancy.
Child services lost track
of them.
Is there any family history
of Cajun French?
HOTCH: Uh, Julie Myers was born
in New Orleans.
Could explain his interest
in the language.
MORGAN: Let's jump ahead
to his most recent behavior.
He leaves all of this behind.
Is it his version of surrender?
What's the medical tape for?
He didn't use it
on any of the victims.
Yet it was important enough for
him to steal from the ambulance.
Maybe he's using it on himself.
You said that he may have some
kind of nerve damage,
and if that's the case,
his eye won't shut by itself.
Maybe he has to tape it down.
HOTCH:
It's his left eye.
The same side
where the recent scars are.
JJ:
Under his ear.
Uh, what if he was trying
to stop from hearing?
ROSSI:
That's pretty severe.
- Taking a knife to your own
head. -BLAKE: He may have had
an implant.
The electronic pulses enhance
natural sound.
If all he wants is peace,
an implant is like having
a speaker that goes to 11.
(phone dings)
- GARCIA: That was fast.
- Any of the children have
a cochlear implant?
Uh, 1988, John Myers.
He was 14 at the time.
GARCIA:
Yeah, his mom was paid
650 bucks for the medical trial.
MORGAN:
Was he deaf before that?
Had to be in order
to participate.
Yikes! It was a highly
experimental procedure,
it was tested on humans
and on animals,
caused quite the controversy.
So, Mom gives him
the gift of hearing,
and it turns out to be a curse.
REID: Spent his first
14 years in silence,
gets lost in the world
through books, learns languages.
- Anything to escape.
- BLAKE: He's content,
and then his mom gets paid
to use him as a guinea pig.
And now, he can't
turn the noise off.
JJ:
He blamed her.
And he wanted her to suffer.
(prolonged,
high-pitched ringing)
I told you to clean your room!
You're an idiot!
(yelling in Cajun French)
I told you not to look at me.
Don't look at me!
-(piercing ringing)
- Hey!
Hey, I told you
to do the dishes.
You deaf and dumb
son of a bitch!
Hey, hey, deaf,
dumb son of a bitch,
look at me.
Talk to me!
Use your mouth, aah!
His messages don't have
a sense of geography,
so he isn't leaving us
a road map to his happy place.
They rarely do.
I don't think
the writing is his own.
JJ: You said it wasn't written
in any literature.
BLAKE: Well, the phrasing is
unnatural to the written word.
It's like an old recollection.
Like a campfire story
about paradise.
One that he's searching for.
And if he can't find it,
he'll kill again.
(indistinct shouting)
(piercing ringing)
(indistinct shouting,
mechanical whirring)
(high-pitched ringing continues)
If these aren't his words,
whose are they?
BLAKE:
We need to find out
who his neighbors were
in prison.
ROSSI:
He spent more time
in solitary than he did
in his own cell.
It's total darkness,
but not complete silence.
The inmates can speak
through the walls.
We'll see which fellow inmates
did time in solitary
when he was there.
I-I can't imagine
that someone thrown
in solitary is nice enough
to tell campfire stories.
Well, some inmates get put there
for their own protection.
HOTCH:
That's true.
We should start
with those prisoners.
BLAKE:
Well, hold on. See how
he wrote, "Waiting on the taste
of honey."
It's got Southern U.S. roots,
but more specifically,
it's Texas South,
a sub-dialect
of Southern English
found in the north-central part
of the state.
Right here-- you wait for
something that hasn't shown up.
You wait on something
that's nearby.
The taste of honey
would be close?
Yes, and the storyteller is
probably from north of here.
Fewer were thrown in the hole
than you'd think.
Go ahead, Garcia.
Our UnSub was the MVP
of solitary.
He was in there more
than any other prisoner.
HOTCH: All right,
we're looking for somebody
who didn't belong in jail.
His offense would be minimal.
He might even be there
for his own protection.
Uh-huh, I got a few.
Can you read off the hometowns?
GARCIA:
Sure. Beaumont,
- Edinburg , Sweetwater
- BLAKE: Sweetwater.
Who was that inmate?
Danny Tucker. Looks like
he was only in for two months.
Well, that's long enough
to tell stories to John Myers.
GARCIA:
Hey, his family owns property
near where you are.
It's really secluded, too.
BLAKE:
With local honey, by any chance?
They are known for it.
That's where he's headed.
HOTCH:
Garcia, is it a private
-property?
- GARCIA: It was,
but it's been sold.
They're building
a housing development.
HOTCH:
So, it's not the hideaway
he hopes it's going to be.
Where would he go?
HOTCH:
He might blame Danny
for lying to him. Garcia?
GARCIA:
Uh, Danny's house
is down the road
from the development.
I'm sending his address
to your phones now.
All right, Dave,
you and Reid go to the site.
The rest of us will go
to Danny's house.
Hey, I'm home.
Where's everybody?
Laura?
What the hell?
LAURA:
Danny?
Okay. Okay.
We-we don't have any money.
But, uh...
you can take my truck.
Here's the keys.
Go ahead now. Go on.
I'm not gonna tell anybody
about this.
(Laura whimpers)
Just go on.
Danny, watch out! Danny!
Oh, God. What are you doing?
Somebody help us.
(high-pitched ringing)
(sirens blaring)
HOTCH:
You're on speaker,
- Garcia. -GARCIA: Hey,
I was doing some digging,
'cause that's what I do,
and I found something weird.
Danny Tucker was only
ever in solitary.
So they never saw one another.
I-I can't tell you
that for sure, but...
JJ: Well, we know Danny
wasn't made for jail time.
He probably talked
just to keep his sanity.
Sold the story of a paradise
to some guy stuck in darkness.
MORGAN: Gave him all
that time to fantasize
about the place,
he finally gets free,
and he's convinced that finding
it will solve everything.
LAURA:
Danny!
Oh, God, don't hurt him.
Please don't hurt him. Please.
Please, please don't hurt him.
(Crying):
Please don't hurt him.
-(grunts)
-(Laura screams)
LAURA:
No. No...
Please don't hurt him.
Oh, God!
Danny? Danny!
Danny? Danny?!
Danny...
LAURA:
Danny?
Danny, please.
What's he doing?
John Myers, FBI.
Show me your hands.
-(Laura sobs)
- Are you okay?
LAURA:
Yes.
Put down the gun.
BLAKE:
John... you heard him.
Put it down.
Go on now, it's okay.
BLAKE:
See?
I'll do it.
Okay?
It's your turn.
Slow down, please.
He's a liar.
There's no peace.
Who's a liar?
Danny?
There's nowhere to go.
I'm not... going back in there.
There's no other way.
(gunshot, thudding)
(indistinct chatter)
HOTCH: I doubt anyone had ever
spoken to him with any kindness.
Hmm. None of us
should be denied that.
HOTCH: "A man is known
by the silence he keeps."
Oliver Herford.
Don't tell me
there's another one.
There's always another one.
I told you, we should have
just gotten into our cars.
- Where are we off to now?
- Home.
You need to spend at least
one night in your own beds.
Don't have to tell me twice.
Uh, yeah, wait for me.
Thanks.
Hmm.
STRAUSS:
Agent Blake.
(clears throat)
I owe you...
an explanation.
I know that
you may not believe this,
but the part of my job
that I dislike the most
is politics.
When you were blamed for
arresting the wrong suspect
in the Amerithrax case,
I didn't stand up for you.
- I let you take the fall.
- No.
No.
You cut my rope.
It was the highest-profile case
we'd seen that year.
All eyes were on me.
It took a decade to recover.
But I can assure you
that your reputation
in the bureau remained intact.
It sounds like
you've convinced yourself
that you didn't do any damage,
but you did, Erin.
Well, that was never...
my intent.
I'm sorry.
And my hope is that
we can get past it.
Maybe it doesn't matter to you,
but I am glad that you're here.
Well, that makes two of us.
Good night.
You should go home
and get some rest.
Don't tell me
you're staying here.
Well, just long enough
to do the reports.
- Okay, good.
- Good night.
And you?
You and Strauss got
a little history?
Uh... in another life.
There's a story in there.
Hmm.
- You heading out?
- In a bit.
All right.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Yup.
(sighs)
(exhales)
GARCIA:
Hi.
Hello.
Welcome back.
You're here late.
Yeah, I haven't really slept.
Mm.
Well, join the club.
Can we start over?
Sure.
Hi. My name is Penelope,
and I do not like change.
(exhales)
Well, you're not alone.
Well, I think...
I think it's worse
for me than-than the others.
- Okay.
- I've always been like this.
It goes back... This is not
a therapy session, I just...
- I really wanted to explain...
- It's-it's...
It's fine.
Honestly.
I heard you live
in the District.
That can't be an easy commute.
(sighs)
That's really nice.
Nice, huh?
It's thoughtful.
But I don't even know
if you drink coffee.
Oh...
do I drink coffee.
And... and anything else
that keeps me going.
We have new teas
coming in next week.
Proper tea?
As proper as it gets.
Can you get my brand?
I-I don't know.
I don't have a brand.
There's a... I could get
you your brand...
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