Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 8, Episode 13 - Magnum Opus - full transcript
While Reid copes with a loss in his personal life, the rest of the BAU travels to San Francisco to investigate victims discovered in the Mission District.
HOTCH:
Previously on Criminal Minds...
Do you think he knows about us?
As far as I can tell,
he doesn't.
REID:
Well,
guess I'll talk to you
next Sunday.
- Bye. Love you.
-(dial tone)
I need to tell you something.
Maeve's missing.
I think her stalker has her.
Please help me.
(breath quivering)
Help me find her.
Well, see, it's not about the
message. It's about the medium--
what he used to draw on
her face. It's black eyeliner.
- REID: The stalker's a woman.
- Excuse me, Doctor?
REID: I think I know
who the UnSub is.
Where did you get
Maeve's clothes?
From her closet, right after
I bashed her head in.
Get on the ledge.
If you're gonna kill me,
you kill me,
but I am not jumping.
DIANE:
Spencer has a different idea.
(over radio):
Take your gun and vest off,
-and come in alone.
- Let me take her place.
You would kill yourself for her?
Yes.
-(in slow motion): Wait!
-(gunshot)
Danielle, it's Kelly... again.
Where are you?
When I said,
"Let's go dancing tonight,"
I didn't expect it to involve
you leaving me alone
while you scam on some frat guy.
Call me.
You've got ten minutes,
and I'm out of here.
(phone beeps off)
(Kelly gasps)
(man exhales, knocking)
Hey!
Hello?
(gasps)
Hey, baby-
- How was work?
- WOMAN Sucked.
Tips were horrible.
(muffled dance music playing)
(screaming)
(footsteps approaching)
(quietly):
Hey.
Hey.
Thought I'd check on Spence
on my way into work.
Yeah, me, too.
Are these all from you?
Maybe.
What's in that one?
Mixed nuts and seeds.
I'm trying to think of something
that will help him feel better.
So, I went Reid-like,
and I did a bunch of research,
and it turns out
that nuts and seeds
have naturally-occurring
magnesium,
and magnesium influences
the production of serotonin,
which is
the happy-happy,
joy-joy chemical in your brain.
- I don't know.
-(doorbell rings)
(sighs)
$Pence?
Listen, if you're in there,
we just want to know
that you're all right.
Knock twice if you're conscious.
(two knocks)
Is he ever gonna be okay?
Eventually.
(loudly):
And he knows
we're all here for him,
no matter what.
Yeah, what she said.
Come on.
Okay.
(footsteps retreating)
♪♪
(over phone):
Hello. This is Spencer Reid.
- Please leave a message.
- (beeps)
Hey, Reid, it's me... again.
- Hey, we're gathering.
- All right, I'm coming.
All right, listen, kid, uh,
give me a call when you can.
Is that him?
Voicemail.
(Blake sighs)
(phone rings
in the distance)
It's been two weeks.
You Okay?
Yeah.
Well, no.
(sighs)
Sometimes I wonder
if I hadn't pushed him so hard
to meet Maeve...
Blake, you can't blame yourself
for encouraging him.
I know, I know.
It was bound to happen,
no matter what.
- I miss Reid. -ROSSI:
Did he tell you how long?
No, I-I told him to take
as much time as he needed.
At least they got a chance
to say good-bye to Caroline.
I can't imagine...
Yeah.
Ladies and gents,
the Golden State awaits.
Meet who was formerly
Gary Porter.
He was found dead outside
a San Francisco nightclub
last night, and Pamela Hurd.
She was found
near a cable car stop
in San Francisco's
- Mission District.
- JJ: They were both
-found wrapped in clear plastic.
- MORGAN: Says here
they were dead only a few hours
before they were found.
That's not long enough for
the elements to have made them
that pale.
GARCIA: 'Cause that's where
we enter the town of Weirdville
on the corner
of Ew and Icky-Icky.
Both victims were almost
completely drained
of their blood,
less than a pint left.
He's exsanguinating them.
While they were still alive.
MORGAN:
Well, it might be utilitarian.
He needs them alive so they can
pump out the blood themselves.
Draining a body like that
is extremely hard to do.
Once the heart stops pumping,
it's difficult to continue
to extract the blood.
BLAKE:
So the question is,
-how is he doing it? -GARCIA:
Oh, I wish you wouldn't
have asked that, 'cause now
I got to show this picture.
HOTCH: There are large bore
holes in the femoral artery
of each victim.
Our UnSub could have
medical knowledge.
HOTCH:
It's possible.
We'll know more
when we get there.
Wheels up in 30.
♪♪
JJ:
"My blood alone remains.
"Take it,
but do not make me
suffer long. "
Marie Antoinette.
Why these two victims?
JJ:
He's crossed socioeconomic,
race, and gender lines.
One white male in his forties,
a wealthy hedge fund manager.
BLAKE:
And an African-American
female, just started college
at San Francisco State,
worked several jobs
just to get by.
MORGAN:
Yeah, but why drain the blood?
Is he doing it
to torture the victims,
or is it about the blood?
Might be a form
of psychological torture.
While not necessarily painful,
exsanguination does take time.
Could be a fetish for the blood
and the bloodletting.
What about...
...drinking it?
BLAKE: Fritz Haarmann,
the vampire of Hanover,
killed many of his victims
by biting
through their throats.
This UnSub used some sort
of tubing device
to drain the blood
from the femoral arteries.
There isn't any saliva
on the wound.
MORGAN: Well, just because
there's no bite marks
doesn't mean we should
rule out vampirism.
(computer beeping)
Bad news, crime fighters.
Police just found
another body wrapped in plastic
on a park bench, drained
of blood. I'm gonna assume
there's not two creeps in
the area doing the same thing?
Garcia, will you tell
San Francisco PD
we'll meet them
at the crime scene?
Consider them told.
HOTCH:
Dave, you and Blake
meet the detectives
at the crime scene.
Morgan, go see
the medical examiner,
and JJ and I will set up at
the police station, we'll talk
to the family, see if we can
find a connection.
(indistinct radio transmission)
Detective.
SSA Rossi. This is SSA Blake.
Detective Lennon Miles. It's
great to have you guys here.
So, the victim's name
is Lynn Stevens.
She's drained,
just like the last two, but
-there's something new.
- ROSSI: New?
He's removed her eyelids.
MILES: I don't even want
to take a guess
as to why someone would do that.
There's excessive blood
around the eyes.
He did this anti-mortem.
His sadism is evolving.
And his torture
is definitely more
than psychological
at this point.
WOMAN: I just don't understand
why someone would do this.
It's all still so hard
to believe.
I just need to ask you
a few questions
about your husband.
WOMAN:
Pammy was a great girl.
You know?
Really friendly.
She loved everyone,
and everyone loved her.
And you two had worked together
the night that she was abducted?
WOMAN 1:
He called me.
He said he was on his way home
from work.
He just needed
to stop off and close up a deal.
He didn't have anything in
his schedule for that night.
Do you have any idea
what that deal was?
WOMAN 2:
After work,
she said she always liked to go
on long walks.
She was always going on
about the architecture,
how it's nothing like Oregon.
HOTCH:
She had just moved
to San Francisco.
Are there any other friends
of hers
that you know
who we should talk to?
Uh, she was paying her way
through school.
When she wasn't there,
she was always at another job.
Just trying to stay afloat,
you know?
JJ:
If you think of
anything else, please,
don't hesitate to call.
If these victims are connected,
I can't see it.
It's got to be about the blood.
Yeah, but even that's different.
Gary was A-positive,
Pam was O-neg.
I just got the lab report
back on the latest victim,
Lynn Stevens.
She was AB-negative.
Maybe these are
just victims of opportunity.
Well, it's possible
the UnSub abducted Pamela
on one of her routine walks.
He could have lured Gary
with the promise
of a lucrative money deal.
(elevator squeaking)
Hi. I'm Aimee.
Nice place.
Okay, so, it's gonna be 75
for the hour.
Anything more than that,
we can discuss.
All right?
Is there a place
where I can get changed?
There.
I don't know which positions
you want me in,
but I'm very flexible.
What's up, baby girl?
GARCIA:
I'm worried about Reid.
I am, too.
What do you think he's doing?
I think he's taking the time
that Hotch gave him.
GARCIA: I get it.
He's sad, he should be sad,
but I... I'm so worried, and-and
when someone I love is hurting,
it's like I hurt, too,
which I know is
super co-dependant,
but it's just how I roll,
and I feel like
I should be doing something,
and I don't know what it is...
All right, slow down,
all right, just slow down.
GARCIA:
Could you call him?
I have. He's just not ready
to talk to anybody right now.
I-I need to hear his voice.
It's impairing my ability
to work.
Let me try something, all right?
GARCIA:
Thanks.
REID:
Hello. This is Spencer Reid.
- Please leave a message. -(beep)
- Hey, Reid, it's Derek.
Listen, I got a work question
for you.
The UnSub's
exsanguinating victims
and removing
their eyelids antemortem.
Does that mean anything to you?
Hit me back.
-(phone beeps off)
"(door opens)
Here's the information
you called about.
Thank you.
(cell phone rings)
(quiet laugh)
Excuse me for a second.
What's up, Reid?
REID: Have the cornea or pupils
been harmed in any way?
No, no.
Blake said it looked like a very
sharp instrument was used.
If he's taking care not
to damage the eyes,
then, line of sight is probably
what's important to him.
So, this guys wants them
to see what he's doing.
Hey, Reid?
How are you?
L got to go-
(click, phone beeps off)
- Sorry about that.
- Not a problem.
Cause of death was definitely
the exsanguination,
but their tox screens
show high levels of--
say this five times fast--
Ethylenediaminetetraacetic.
E.D.T.A.--
it's an anticoagulant.
Used mostly
to treat heart conditions.
So the UnSub probably used it
to thin the blood.
The ketamine we found
may have helped, as well.
In humans, it tends
to elevate blood pressure.
Which is how he's sedating them.
If he knew that he was giving
these drugs to these victims,
and he ingested the blood...?
He'd be dosing himself, as well.
Well, that rules out
vampirism.
Is there any chance this guy
works in the medical field?
I doubt it.
There are a few hesitation marks
near the wound, and the hole
in the artery shows a lot
of bruising around it.
I'd say it's amateur, at best.
All right, so we got an UnSub
who's picking his victims
at random,
sedates them
and bleeds them dry.
If he's not drinking
the blood,
what the hell is
he doing with it?
What... what is...?
Shh, Shh, Shh, Shh. Be Still.
What's-what's...
what are you doing?
What, what...? (screams)
(garbled radio transmission)
Well, we got a hit
off the prints.
The victim's name was
Aimee Fortner.
It's only been a day
since his last kill.
This guy doesn't have
a cool-down period.
Rigor hasn't set in yet.
I'd say she was put here
maybe an hour ago,
just after sunrise.
HOTCH:
He's getting brazen.
It's his first
daytime disposal.
Well, this part of the park's
not very well traveled.
The city's been trying
to renovate it
for a couple of years,
but, you know, politics.
-(touch tones sounding) -So,
the UnSub is familiar enough
with the area to know
nobody would disturb him.
GARCIA: Office of omnipotence.
How may I dazzle you?
Garcia, I need some information
on the latest victim.
- Aimee Fortner.
- GARCIA: Information
is my favorite way
to dazzle, sir.
So sparkly.
Here we go--
Aimee Crystal Fortner,
originally from Santa Clara.
She was super pretty.
When she wasn't bartending,
she supplemented her income
by modeling.
A model?
GARCIA:
Yes.
And she's got a Web site full
of very artistic pictures
of herself.
Girl was not afraid to flaunt
what God gave her at all.
- Thanks, Garcia.
- GARCIA: Uh-huh.
(phone beeps off)
What are you thinking?
Reid told Morgan line of sight
was important to the UnSub.
We should take a look
at the other crime scenes.
I might know what he's doing
with the blood.
HOTCH: We believe
that this UnSub is a white male
in his twenties or thirties,
and he thinks of himself
as a painter.
- Or an artist.
- BLAKE: The placement
of the victims tells us a lot
about who he is.
Pamela Hurd was found
near a painting
done by little-known San
Francisco artist Henry Floyd.
MORGAN: Gary Porter was posed
near a piece
of graffiti art by a street
artist named Cypher, who is
-currently wanted by the police.
- HOTCH: And the third victim,
Lynn Stevens,
was found near a mural
painted by inner-city youths.
BLAKE:
Finally, Aimee Fortner
was placed near
the statue of St. Luke,
patron saint of the artist.
JJ: This is a compulsion,
it's not accidental.
He is obsessed with art.
ROSSI:
All of the works of art
are neglected,
ignored, cast aside.
It's how he feels
about himself.
HOTCH: We believe it's also
the reason that he's evolved
to removing
the victim's eyelids.
He is forcing them
to see what he sees.
There's no sexual component
with these murders,
but that's because the blood,
and the use of the blood,
is his sexual release.
MILES:
So, wait.
What... what is he doing
with the blood?
Because he's so obsessed
with art,
we believe he's painting
with it.
ROSSI:
He has a quick kill pace.
More blood means more paint.
And the more paintings he does,
the greater the chance
someone will recognize
his work.
HOTCH: We think
that because of his need
for acceptance, he may be trying
to sell the paintings,
so, focus your canvassing
on places
that might sell
this kind of fringe art.
(cell phone rings)
What's up, kid?
REID:
If it is about the art,
then it's clear
the disposal sites
are scattered around
the Mission District area.
MORGAN:
Wait a minute.
How did you know...?
I had Anderson
-bring over some of the files.
- MORGAN: All right.
All right, hold on a second.
Let me patch in Garcia.
(touch tones sounding)
What have you heard? Is he okay?
MORGAN:
Uh, slow-slow down.
Slow down.
-(buttons beep)
- Reid?
REID: Garcia,
you should pull a list
of all the art galleries
in San Francisco.
GARCIA:
Reid, I was just...
How are you?
Better.
Thanks for asking.
And thanks for the baskets.
You know, nuts have magnesium,
which helps produce...
Serotonin. Yeah, I know.
(computer chirps)
Okay, galleries.
Uh, got a lot.
Focus on the Mission District.
(Click)
I guess that's better
than nothing.
It is. I Will take it.
Okay, there's still
a few galleries,
but it's more manageable.
I'm sending the addresses
to your mobile.
-(phone whooshes)
- I got it.
- Thanks, Garcia.
- GARCIA: Yeah.
It's an original Hellman.
He painted it while literally
on his deathbed.
$10,000.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
- Madison?
- Yeah?
He's back.
The museum is ready
to make me an offer.
Perfect.
If you want,
I can tell him to leave.
No, it's okay.
Mrs. Riley, I think you'll be
much more pleased
with my piece this time.
Yeah, um, like I told you
the last time,
I'm not interested.
(sighs)
Why not?
Well, because
this type of art is
just not what we're looking for.
Well, what is it
you are looking for?
(sighs)
Look, I can see
that you're getting better.
All I can tell you is,
it's a little simplistic.
Look, every good artist leaves a
piece of himself on the canvas.
You know, you...
you have to find that one thing
that's gonna set you apart
from the rest of the crowd.
I use blood.
An unusual medium is not
what I'm talking about.
"The world today
doesn't make sense,
so why should I paint
pictures that do?"
Picasso.
I'm impressed.
If I find my signature,
you'll consider me
for the gallery?
Anything is possible.
(sniffles)
Okay.
Thank you.
Sure.
Can I help you?
We're from the FBI.
You're the owner?
Yeah, name is Tre.
JJ:
Do you have any art
on display where blood is used
as a medium?
No. Uh... no, but you know,
there was a guy in here
a couple days ago that tried
to sell me a piece like that.
Wasn't exactly my taste, but
a customer of mine happened
to be in here,
saw it, fell in love with it,
bought it on sight.
You think
that could be your guy?
Uh, you wouldn't happen to have
any security cameras in here,
-would you?
- No.
We need the customer's name,
if you've got it.
Yeah.
Never quite understood
these things.
You know, it looks like the guy
had a seizure while painting it.
(UnSub sighs)
It's Emile Hartford.
It's early 20th century.
His daughter died
when she was eight.
He said every time he painted,
he'd be able to see her.
Don't know how you see
anything in there.
Guess that's why they say,
"Art is in the eye
of the beholder."
Yeah.
You know what else is in the eye
of the beholder?
'57 Chevy I told you
I bought last week?
This morning-- bam!
Thing won't start.
Now it's in the eye
of my mechanic.
Come on, man,
are you gonna make me ask,
or are you gonna be a friend
and offer me a ride home?
We're friends.
Worked together
for two years now. I'd hope so.
Need a ride, Paul?
Thought you'd never ask.
(man gasps)
WOMAN:
Bad boy.
The UnSub sold his painting
to this place?
Reminds me of the eighties.
(indistinct chatter of woman)
What?
Do I even want to know?
Probably.
(music playing in other room)
MAN:
Welcome.
My name is Andre.
Before we start, I'll need you
-to fill out a small waiver.
- BLAKE: No, no, no.
- We're not a couple.
- ANDRE: That's okay.
We cater to all kinds
of relationships.
ROSSI: Well, uh,
our relationship
is with the FBI.
Oh.
I run a clean establishment
here.
Clean, legal, adult fun.
ROSSI: Calm down.
We're just looking
for a painting
you bought recently.
You're going to have to be
a bit more specific.
I'm a connoisseur
of the dark and depraved arts.
- I purchase a lot of paintings.
- BLAKE: Mm-hmm.
Well, you bought this one
a couple of days ago.
It's made with blood.
- Human blood. -Like I said,
I buy a lot of paintings.
I don't remember them all.
Oh, really?
Because last I checked,
withholding evidence
would make you an accomplice.
BLAKE: We just want
to see the painting.
Just want to see if it's from
the guy we're looking for.
Remembering now?
Possibly.
For that piece, you'll have
to follow me
to the spanking room.
-(chains clink, blow lands)
- I may have bought it,
but I didn't realize
it was evidence of any sort.
Is that what you're looking for?
ANDRE: Tortured look in her eyes
is what first drew me to it.
Guy was asking $1,500 for it.
Got him to take $250, cash.
That's our first victim,
Pamela Hurd.
It's definitely from our guy.
Yeah, we're gonna need
to take this.
(mumbling)
What are you doing?
What...? What...?
What's going on?
Hey. Hey-
What?
Oh. Oh.
(Paul breathing hard)
Please don't.
Why?
It's the only way.
I'm sorry.
You're insane.
I guess every artist is
a little crazy.
No, come on, man.
We're friends.
UNSUB:
Exactly.
(sighs)
That's what I've been missing--
something personal.
- I need you to hold still.
-(loud, shallow breathing)
- Hold still.
- No, no.
- Hold still.
-(Paul grunting)
- Hold...
-(grunting)
(panting, grunting)
Hold Still!
Go to hell!
(Paul grunts)
-(Paul grunts)
-No!
(UnSub yells,
Paul breathes gasping breath)
- UNSUB: No.
- PAUL: No!
No.
(Paul yells)
Well, we now have a piece
of his art,
but we still don't have anything
-to identify the UnSub.
- HOTCH: The labs got
a sample, but it's probably
Pamela Hurd's blood.
Master Andre said
he was an average white guy
in his late twenties
to early thirties.
Same thing
the gallery owner said.
He signed it.
BLAKE:
Yeah. Looks like a
"B" something,
or something
I'm gonna have Garcia compile
a list of artists
with the letter "B" somewhere
in their name.
It's not much,
but it's something.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
We got the report back
from the lab.
They couldn't extract any DNA
from the painting.
They said something about there
only being red blood cells.
BLAKE:
Hmm. He removed the white
blood cells. Plasma.
- Why would he take the plasma?
- HOTCH: Well, it would make it
thicker, easier
to use as a paint.
MORGAN:
What type of equipment
-would it take to do that?
- BLAKE: You can easily buy
a centrifuge online these days
for a couple of hundred bucks.
What other reasons would he have
for separating the plasma
from the blood?
REID:
It's a habit.
- Reid...
- Spence.
Hi.
I didn't expect you back
this soon.
You sure you're ready?
No, but...
I think
I figured something out.
- Uh, where's Mrs. Riley?
- You need to leave.
It's okay, Alan.
I'll handle it.
I did what you said.
This is... "My Friend...
Paul."
I even used some
of my own blood.
That's not what I meant.
But you said if-if I made it
more personal,
you'd use me in your gallery.
Look, I've been trying
to be nice
and give you some encouragement,
but I can see now
that that's really not going
to help you,
so I think
I just have to be blunt.
It's not good.
This is...
this is abstract.
I understand the concept,
but splashing something
onto a canvas--
that doesn't make it art.
Some people have it...
some people don't.
You... you don't know
what you're talking about.
Maybe not,
but that still doesn't mean
that I'm going
to buy this this from...
- But you said...
- Look, I don't know how
to explain this
to you any better.
There's a difference
between a dream and a talent.
MADISON:
Look, I'm sorry.
If there's...
someone that you...
He's a hemophiliac.
ROSSI:
That would explain
his obsession with blood.
He can't bleed
without a fear of dying.
BLAKE:
It's also why he would
separate the plasma
from the blood
before painting with it.
REID:
It's an antiquated treatment,
but some hemophiliacs can inject
plasma into their wounds,
kick-starting
the clotting process
that's ineffective
in their own systems.
(touch tone beeps,
phone beeps)
GARCIA:
Talk about it.
Hey, girlie. I need a list of
hemophiliacs in San Francisco.
GARCIA:
Vague.
So vague. Okay.
REID: Garcia, for his obsession
to be this profound,
he most likely has the more
severe version of the disease.
It's type B,
Christmas disease.
Reid, I'm happy to hear
you made it safe and sound.
Thank you, Garcia.
Okay, Christmas disease.
That does not sound very jolly.
It was named after the first
known case, Stephen Christmas.
-(computer chirping)
- All right, I got 15 people
-who have trouble clotting.
- JJ: He wouldn't stray too far
-from the art world.
- REID: Most likely works
in and around the art community,
but not as an artist.
And he's a loner,
so look for people with jobs
where they don't interact
with the public.
GARCIA:
Yeah, yeah, I got three--
stock boy
at a local supermarket,
an art blogger
and a custodian.
BLAKE: The victims have
different blood types.
If he's taking the plasma
out of the blood,
he must be
a universal recipient.
Any of them
with AB positive blood?
GARCIA:
Specificity, I dig it.
Okay, if I factor in those
B names I was working on...
And Bingo was his name-0!
Actually, his name is
Bryan Hughes.
He is an AB positive hemophiliac
who works as a janitor at
the Bay Area Museum of Art, and
before you ask, yes, his address
has been sent to your phones.
You're the best, baby girl.
HOTCH:
Dave, you and Blake take
the museum, the rest of us
will take the residence.
I'm okay.
Yeah. It's good to see you.
You really don't need to be here
if you're not ready.
This is gonna take time.
How much time?
It's hard to say.
But we're all here for you.
(quietly):
Thank you.
(door creaks)
(both grunt)
(sirens wailing)
MORGAN:
Hey, what you got, mama?
A compelling piece
of information
about this Bryan Hughes.
Three weeks before
the first murder,
he was involved
in a car accident.
- HOTCH: Was he injured?
- Uh, no. And if you were looking
at the pictures I am,
you would say that is a miracle.
JJ: May have given him
the impression
he couldn't be hurt.
GARCIA:
The other driver was hurt.
She bled to death.
Hughes called 911,
failed to mention there was
another driver involved.
By the time emergency crews got
there, she had already died.
Thanks, Garcia.
HOTCH: Watching the other woman
bleed to death
must have been a trigger.
(phone rings)
MORGAN:
Hey, what you got, pretty boy?
I think Hughes may have
his next victim.
An Alan Archer just came in
and reported his boss missing.
Madison Riley owns a art gallery
in the Mission District.
He said there was blood
and signs of a struggle.
Hughes even left a painting
of his on the wall this time.
It's the same signature, and
it's definitely made with blood,
which got me thinking
about Maeve's stalker.
If this guy's a tortured artist
searching for approval,
in his mind, there may be
only one way to get it.
MORGAN:
Suicide. Thanks, Reid.
(zipper rasps)
I put my heart and my soul
into those paintings.
You're gonna get
a firsthand look
at what I'm capable of creating.
Bryan Hughes, FBI.
No!
I have to make her see!
HOTCH:
Put down the knife.
Bryan, I understand.
No, you don't.
How could you
possibly understand?
'Cause I've seen your work.
And I know you may not be
appreciated now,
but I promise you,
if you put down the knife,
I will make sure
that people see your art,
and no one will be able
to ignore it.
That's all I want.
I deserve that.
Then put down the knife,
and let's figure this out.
(Hughes gasps)
(Hughes pants)
Do you know how many paintings
van Gogh sold before he died?
Bryan, don't do it.
Two.
He sold two.
Don't make us do this.
I know how to make you see me.
(Coughs)
- Let's get the EMTs upstairs.
- JJ: We've got another
body over here.
(Hughes exhales sharply)
Well, I counted five baskets?
REID:
Uh, seven,
but I think Mrs. Cavanaugh next
door may have taken a couple.
(chuckles)
I'm really sorry
if I've been kind of...
Spence... don't.
MORGAN:
Kid,
I didn't mean for you
to come all the way out there.
I know.
Listen,
if you need anything at all,
you just have to ask.
Actually,
if you guys don't mind,
I could use some help
with something.
Name it.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
REID: "Sometimes the hardest
part isn't letting go,
but rather,
learning to start over. "
Nicole Sobon.
Previously on Criminal Minds...
Do you think he knows about us?
As far as I can tell,
he doesn't.
REID:
Well,
guess I'll talk to you
next Sunday.
- Bye. Love you.
-(dial tone)
I need to tell you something.
Maeve's missing.
I think her stalker has her.
Please help me.
(breath quivering)
Help me find her.
Well, see, it's not about the
message. It's about the medium--
what he used to draw on
her face. It's black eyeliner.
- REID: The stalker's a woman.
- Excuse me, Doctor?
REID: I think I know
who the UnSub is.
Where did you get
Maeve's clothes?
From her closet, right after
I bashed her head in.
Get on the ledge.
If you're gonna kill me,
you kill me,
but I am not jumping.
DIANE:
Spencer has a different idea.
(over radio):
Take your gun and vest off,
-and come in alone.
- Let me take her place.
You would kill yourself for her?
Yes.
-(in slow motion): Wait!
-(gunshot)
Danielle, it's Kelly... again.
Where are you?
When I said,
"Let's go dancing tonight,"
I didn't expect it to involve
you leaving me alone
while you scam on some frat guy.
Call me.
You've got ten minutes,
and I'm out of here.
(phone beeps off)
(Kelly gasps)
(man exhales, knocking)
Hey!
Hello?
(gasps)
Hey, baby-
- How was work?
- WOMAN Sucked.
Tips were horrible.
(muffled dance music playing)
(screaming)
(footsteps approaching)
(quietly):
Hey.
Hey.
Thought I'd check on Spence
on my way into work.
Yeah, me, too.
Are these all from you?
Maybe.
What's in that one?
Mixed nuts and seeds.
I'm trying to think of something
that will help him feel better.
So, I went Reid-like,
and I did a bunch of research,
and it turns out
that nuts and seeds
have naturally-occurring
magnesium,
and magnesium influences
the production of serotonin,
which is
the happy-happy,
joy-joy chemical in your brain.
- I don't know.
-(doorbell rings)
(sighs)
$Pence?
Listen, if you're in there,
we just want to know
that you're all right.
Knock twice if you're conscious.
(two knocks)
Is he ever gonna be okay?
Eventually.
(loudly):
And he knows
we're all here for him,
no matter what.
Yeah, what she said.
Come on.
Okay.
(footsteps retreating)
♪♪
(over phone):
Hello. This is Spencer Reid.
- Please leave a message.
- (beeps)
Hey, Reid, it's me... again.
- Hey, we're gathering.
- All right, I'm coming.
All right, listen, kid, uh,
give me a call when you can.
Is that him?
Voicemail.
(Blake sighs)
(phone rings
in the distance)
It's been two weeks.
You Okay?
Yeah.
Well, no.
(sighs)
Sometimes I wonder
if I hadn't pushed him so hard
to meet Maeve...
Blake, you can't blame yourself
for encouraging him.
I know, I know.
It was bound to happen,
no matter what.
- I miss Reid. -ROSSI:
Did he tell you how long?
No, I-I told him to take
as much time as he needed.
At least they got a chance
to say good-bye to Caroline.
I can't imagine...
Yeah.
Ladies and gents,
the Golden State awaits.
Meet who was formerly
Gary Porter.
He was found dead outside
a San Francisco nightclub
last night, and Pamela Hurd.
She was found
near a cable car stop
in San Francisco's
- Mission District.
- JJ: They were both
-found wrapped in clear plastic.
- MORGAN: Says here
they were dead only a few hours
before they were found.
That's not long enough for
the elements to have made them
that pale.
GARCIA: 'Cause that's where
we enter the town of Weirdville
on the corner
of Ew and Icky-Icky.
Both victims were almost
completely drained
of their blood,
less than a pint left.
He's exsanguinating them.
While they were still alive.
MORGAN:
Well, it might be utilitarian.
He needs them alive so they can
pump out the blood themselves.
Draining a body like that
is extremely hard to do.
Once the heart stops pumping,
it's difficult to continue
to extract the blood.
BLAKE:
So the question is,
-how is he doing it? -GARCIA:
Oh, I wish you wouldn't
have asked that, 'cause now
I got to show this picture.
HOTCH: There are large bore
holes in the femoral artery
of each victim.
Our UnSub could have
medical knowledge.
HOTCH:
It's possible.
We'll know more
when we get there.
Wheels up in 30.
♪♪
JJ:
"My blood alone remains.
"Take it,
but do not make me
suffer long. "
Marie Antoinette.
Why these two victims?
JJ:
He's crossed socioeconomic,
race, and gender lines.
One white male in his forties,
a wealthy hedge fund manager.
BLAKE:
And an African-American
female, just started college
at San Francisco State,
worked several jobs
just to get by.
MORGAN:
Yeah, but why drain the blood?
Is he doing it
to torture the victims,
or is it about the blood?
Might be a form
of psychological torture.
While not necessarily painful,
exsanguination does take time.
Could be a fetish for the blood
and the bloodletting.
What about...
...drinking it?
BLAKE: Fritz Haarmann,
the vampire of Hanover,
killed many of his victims
by biting
through their throats.
This UnSub used some sort
of tubing device
to drain the blood
from the femoral arteries.
There isn't any saliva
on the wound.
MORGAN: Well, just because
there's no bite marks
doesn't mean we should
rule out vampirism.
(computer beeping)
Bad news, crime fighters.
Police just found
another body wrapped in plastic
on a park bench, drained
of blood. I'm gonna assume
there's not two creeps in
the area doing the same thing?
Garcia, will you tell
San Francisco PD
we'll meet them
at the crime scene?
Consider them told.
HOTCH:
Dave, you and Blake
meet the detectives
at the crime scene.
Morgan, go see
the medical examiner,
and JJ and I will set up at
the police station, we'll talk
to the family, see if we can
find a connection.
(indistinct radio transmission)
Detective.
SSA Rossi. This is SSA Blake.
Detective Lennon Miles. It's
great to have you guys here.
So, the victim's name
is Lynn Stevens.
She's drained,
just like the last two, but
-there's something new.
- ROSSI: New?
He's removed her eyelids.
MILES: I don't even want
to take a guess
as to why someone would do that.
There's excessive blood
around the eyes.
He did this anti-mortem.
His sadism is evolving.
And his torture
is definitely more
than psychological
at this point.
WOMAN: I just don't understand
why someone would do this.
It's all still so hard
to believe.
I just need to ask you
a few questions
about your husband.
WOMAN:
Pammy was a great girl.
You know?
Really friendly.
She loved everyone,
and everyone loved her.
And you two had worked together
the night that she was abducted?
WOMAN 1:
He called me.
He said he was on his way home
from work.
He just needed
to stop off and close up a deal.
He didn't have anything in
his schedule for that night.
Do you have any idea
what that deal was?
WOMAN 2:
After work,
she said she always liked to go
on long walks.
She was always going on
about the architecture,
how it's nothing like Oregon.
HOTCH:
She had just moved
to San Francisco.
Are there any other friends
of hers
that you know
who we should talk to?
Uh, she was paying her way
through school.
When she wasn't there,
she was always at another job.
Just trying to stay afloat,
you know?
JJ:
If you think of
anything else, please,
don't hesitate to call.
If these victims are connected,
I can't see it.
It's got to be about the blood.
Yeah, but even that's different.
Gary was A-positive,
Pam was O-neg.
I just got the lab report
back on the latest victim,
Lynn Stevens.
She was AB-negative.
Maybe these are
just victims of opportunity.
Well, it's possible
the UnSub abducted Pamela
on one of her routine walks.
He could have lured Gary
with the promise
of a lucrative money deal.
(elevator squeaking)
Hi. I'm Aimee.
Nice place.
Okay, so, it's gonna be 75
for the hour.
Anything more than that,
we can discuss.
All right?
Is there a place
where I can get changed?
There.
I don't know which positions
you want me in,
but I'm very flexible.
What's up, baby girl?
GARCIA:
I'm worried about Reid.
I am, too.
What do you think he's doing?
I think he's taking the time
that Hotch gave him.
GARCIA: I get it.
He's sad, he should be sad,
but I... I'm so worried, and-and
when someone I love is hurting,
it's like I hurt, too,
which I know is
super co-dependant,
but it's just how I roll,
and I feel like
I should be doing something,
and I don't know what it is...
All right, slow down,
all right, just slow down.
GARCIA:
Could you call him?
I have. He's just not ready
to talk to anybody right now.
I-I need to hear his voice.
It's impairing my ability
to work.
Let me try something, all right?
GARCIA:
Thanks.
REID:
Hello. This is Spencer Reid.
- Please leave a message. -(beep)
- Hey, Reid, it's Derek.
Listen, I got a work question
for you.
The UnSub's
exsanguinating victims
and removing
their eyelids antemortem.
Does that mean anything to you?
Hit me back.
-(phone beeps off)
"(door opens)
Here's the information
you called about.
Thank you.
(cell phone rings)
(quiet laugh)
Excuse me for a second.
What's up, Reid?
REID: Have the cornea or pupils
been harmed in any way?
No, no.
Blake said it looked like a very
sharp instrument was used.
If he's taking care not
to damage the eyes,
then, line of sight is probably
what's important to him.
So, this guys wants them
to see what he's doing.
Hey, Reid?
How are you?
L got to go-
(click, phone beeps off)
- Sorry about that.
- Not a problem.
Cause of death was definitely
the exsanguination,
but their tox screens
show high levels of--
say this five times fast--
Ethylenediaminetetraacetic.
E.D.T.A.--
it's an anticoagulant.
Used mostly
to treat heart conditions.
So the UnSub probably used it
to thin the blood.
The ketamine we found
may have helped, as well.
In humans, it tends
to elevate blood pressure.
Which is how he's sedating them.
If he knew that he was giving
these drugs to these victims,
and he ingested the blood...?
He'd be dosing himself, as well.
Well, that rules out
vampirism.
Is there any chance this guy
works in the medical field?
I doubt it.
There are a few hesitation marks
near the wound, and the hole
in the artery shows a lot
of bruising around it.
I'd say it's amateur, at best.
All right, so we got an UnSub
who's picking his victims
at random,
sedates them
and bleeds them dry.
If he's not drinking
the blood,
what the hell is
he doing with it?
What... what is...?
Shh, Shh, Shh, Shh. Be Still.
What's-what's...
what are you doing?
What, what...? (screams)
(garbled radio transmission)
Well, we got a hit
off the prints.
The victim's name was
Aimee Fortner.
It's only been a day
since his last kill.
This guy doesn't have
a cool-down period.
Rigor hasn't set in yet.
I'd say she was put here
maybe an hour ago,
just after sunrise.
HOTCH:
He's getting brazen.
It's his first
daytime disposal.
Well, this part of the park's
not very well traveled.
The city's been trying
to renovate it
for a couple of years,
but, you know, politics.
-(touch tones sounding) -So,
the UnSub is familiar enough
with the area to know
nobody would disturb him.
GARCIA: Office of omnipotence.
How may I dazzle you?
Garcia, I need some information
on the latest victim.
- Aimee Fortner.
- GARCIA: Information
is my favorite way
to dazzle, sir.
So sparkly.
Here we go--
Aimee Crystal Fortner,
originally from Santa Clara.
She was super pretty.
When she wasn't bartending,
she supplemented her income
by modeling.
A model?
GARCIA:
Yes.
And she's got a Web site full
of very artistic pictures
of herself.
Girl was not afraid to flaunt
what God gave her at all.
- Thanks, Garcia.
- GARCIA: Uh-huh.
(phone beeps off)
What are you thinking?
Reid told Morgan line of sight
was important to the UnSub.
We should take a look
at the other crime scenes.
I might know what he's doing
with the blood.
HOTCH: We believe
that this UnSub is a white male
in his twenties or thirties,
and he thinks of himself
as a painter.
- Or an artist.
- BLAKE: The placement
of the victims tells us a lot
about who he is.
Pamela Hurd was found
near a painting
done by little-known San
Francisco artist Henry Floyd.
MORGAN: Gary Porter was posed
near a piece
of graffiti art by a street
artist named Cypher, who is
-currently wanted by the police.
- HOTCH: And the third victim,
Lynn Stevens,
was found near a mural
painted by inner-city youths.
BLAKE:
Finally, Aimee Fortner
was placed near
the statue of St. Luke,
patron saint of the artist.
JJ: This is a compulsion,
it's not accidental.
He is obsessed with art.
ROSSI:
All of the works of art
are neglected,
ignored, cast aside.
It's how he feels
about himself.
HOTCH: We believe it's also
the reason that he's evolved
to removing
the victim's eyelids.
He is forcing them
to see what he sees.
There's no sexual component
with these murders,
but that's because the blood,
and the use of the blood,
is his sexual release.
MILES:
So, wait.
What... what is he doing
with the blood?
Because he's so obsessed
with art,
we believe he's painting
with it.
ROSSI:
He has a quick kill pace.
More blood means more paint.
And the more paintings he does,
the greater the chance
someone will recognize
his work.
HOTCH: We think
that because of his need
for acceptance, he may be trying
to sell the paintings,
so, focus your canvassing
on places
that might sell
this kind of fringe art.
(cell phone rings)
What's up, kid?
REID:
If it is about the art,
then it's clear
the disposal sites
are scattered around
the Mission District area.
MORGAN:
Wait a minute.
How did you know...?
I had Anderson
-bring over some of the files.
- MORGAN: All right.
All right, hold on a second.
Let me patch in Garcia.
(touch tones sounding)
What have you heard? Is he okay?
MORGAN:
Uh, slow-slow down.
Slow down.
-(buttons beep)
- Reid?
REID: Garcia,
you should pull a list
of all the art galleries
in San Francisco.
GARCIA:
Reid, I was just...
How are you?
Better.
Thanks for asking.
And thanks for the baskets.
You know, nuts have magnesium,
which helps produce...
Serotonin. Yeah, I know.
(computer chirps)
Okay, galleries.
Uh, got a lot.
Focus on the Mission District.
(Click)
I guess that's better
than nothing.
It is. I Will take it.
Okay, there's still
a few galleries,
but it's more manageable.
I'm sending the addresses
to your mobile.
-(phone whooshes)
- I got it.
- Thanks, Garcia.
- GARCIA: Yeah.
It's an original Hellman.
He painted it while literally
on his deathbed.
$10,000.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
- Madison?
- Yeah?
He's back.
The museum is ready
to make me an offer.
Perfect.
If you want,
I can tell him to leave.
No, it's okay.
Mrs. Riley, I think you'll be
much more pleased
with my piece this time.
Yeah, um, like I told you
the last time,
I'm not interested.
(sighs)
Why not?
Well, because
this type of art is
just not what we're looking for.
Well, what is it
you are looking for?
(sighs)
Look, I can see
that you're getting better.
All I can tell you is,
it's a little simplistic.
Look, every good artist leaves a
piece of himself on the canvas.
You know, you...
you have to find that one thing
that's gonna set you apart
from the rest of the crowd.
I use blood.
An unusual medium is not
what I'm talking about.
"The world today
doesn't make sense,
so why should I paint
pictures that do?"
Picasso.
I'm impressed.
If I find my signature,
you'll consider me
for the gallery?
Anything is possible.
(sniffles)
Okay.
Thank you.
Sure.
Can I help you?
We're from the FBI.
You're the owner?
Yeah, name is Tre.
JJ:
Do you have any art
on display where blood is used
as a medium?
No. Uh... no, but you know,
there was a guy in here
a couple days ago that tried
to sell me a piece like that.
Wasn't exactly my taste, but
a customer of mine happened
to be in here,
saw it, fell in love with it,
bought it on sight.
You think
that could be your guy?
Uh, you wouldn't happen to have
any security cameras in here,
-would you?
- No.
We need the customer's name,
if you've got it.
Yeah.
Never quite understood
these things.
You know, it looks like the guy
had a seizure while painting it.
(UnSub sighs)
It's Emile Hartford.
It's early 20th century.
His daughter died
when she was eight.
He said every time he painted,
he'd be able to see her.
Don't know how you see
anything in there.
Guess that's why they say,
"Art is in the eye
of the beholder."
Yeah.
You know what else is in the eye
of the beholder?
'57 Chevy I told you
I bought last week?
This morning-- bam!
Thing won't start.
Now it's in the eye
of my mechanic.
Come on, man,
are you gonna make me ask,
or are you gonna be a friend
and offer me a ride home?
We're friends.
Worked together
for two years now. I'd hope so.
Need a ride, Paul?
Thought you'd never ask.
(man gasps)
WOMAN:
Bad boy.
The UnSub sold his painting
to this place?
Reminds me of the eighties.
(indistinct chatter of woman)
What?
Do I even want to know?
Probably.
(music playing in other room)
MAN:
Welcome.
My name is Andre.
Before we start, I'll need you
-to fill out a small waiver.
- BLAKE: No, no, no.
- We're not a couple.
- ANDRE: That's okay.
We cater to all kinds
of relationships.
ROSSI: Well, uh,
our relationship
is with the FBI.
Oh.
I run a clean establishment
here.
Clean, legal, adult fun.
ROSSI: Calm down.
We're just looking
for a painting
you bought recently.
You're going to have to be
a bit more specific.
I'm a connoisseur
of the dark and depraved arts.
- I purchase a lot of paintings.
- BLAKE: Mm-hmm.
Well, you bought this one
a couple of days ago.
It's made with blood.
- Human blood. -Like I said,
I buy a lot of paintings.
I don't remember them all.
Oh, really?
Because last I checked,
withholding evidence
would make you an accomplice.
BLAKE: We just want
to see the painting.
Just want to see if it's from
the guy we're looking for.
Remembering now?
Possibly.
For that piece, you'll have
to follow me
to the spanking room.
-(chains clink, blow lands)
- I may have bought it,
but I didn't realize
it was evidence of any sort.
Is that what you're looking for?
ANDRE: Tortured look in her eyes
is what first drew me to it.
Guy was asking $1,500 for it.
Got him to take $250, cash.
That's our first victim,
Pamela Hurd.
It's definitely from our guy.
Yeah, we're gonna need
to take this.
(mumbling)
What are you doing?
What...? What...?
What's going on?
Hey. Hey-
What?
Oh. Oh.
(Paul breathing hard)
Please don't.
Why?
It's the only way.
I'm sorry.
You're insane.
I guess every artist is
a little crazy.
No, come on, man.
We're friends.
UNSUB:
Exactly.
(sighs)
That's what I've been missing--
something personal.
- I need you to hold still.
-(loud, shallow breathing)
- Hold still.
- No, no.
- Hold still.
-(Paul grunting)
- Hold...
-(grunting)
(panting, grunting)
Hold Still!
Go to hell!
(Paul grunts)
-(Paul grunts)
-No!
(UnSub yells,
Paul breathes gasping breath)
- UNSUB: No.
- PAUL: No!
No.
(Paul yells)
Well, we now have a piece
of his art,
but we still don't have anything
-to identify the UnSub.
- HOTCH: The labs got
a sample, but it's probably
Pamela Hurd's blood.
Master Andre said
he was an average white guy
in his late twenties
to early thirties.
Same thing
the gallery owner said.
He signed it.
BLAKE:
Yeah. Looks like a
"B" something,
or something
I'm gonna have Garcia compile
a list of artists
with the letter "B" somewhere
in their name.
It's not much,
but it's something.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
We got the report back
from the lab.
They couldn't extract any DNA
from the painting.
They said something about there
only being red blood cells.
BLAKE:
Hmm. He removed the white
blood cells. Plasma.
- Why would he take the plasma?
- HOTCH: Well, it would make it
thicker, easier
to use as a paint.
MORGAN:
What type of equipment
-would it take to do that?
- BLAKE: You can easily buy
a centrifuge online these days
for a couple of hundred bucks.
What other reasons would he have
for separating the plasma
from the blood?
REID:
It's a habit.
- Reid...
- Spence.
Hi.
I didn't expect you back
this soon.
You sure you're ready?
No, but...
I think
I figured something out.
- Uh, where's Mrs. Riley?
- You need to leave.
It's okay, Alan.
I'll handle it.
I did what you said.
This is... "My Friend...
Paul."
I even used some
of my own blood.
That's not what I meant.
But you said if-if I made it
more personal,
you'd use me in your gallery.
Look, I've been trying
to be nice
and give you some encouragement,
but I can see now
that that's really not going
to help you,
so I think
I just have to be blunt.
It's not good.
This is...
this is abstract.
I understand the concept,
but splashing something
onto a canvas--
that doesn't make it art.
Some people have it...
some people don't.
You... you don't know
what you're talking about.
Maybe not,
but that still doesn't mean
that I'm going
to buy this this from...
- But you said...
- Look, I don't know how
to explain this
to you any better.
There's a difference
between a dream and a talent.
MADISON:
Look, I'm sorry.
If there's...
someone that you...
He's a hemophiliac.
ROSSI:
That would explain
his obsession with blood.
He can't bleed
without a fear of dying.
BLAKE:
It's also why he would
separate the plasma
from the blood
before painting with it.
REID:
It's an antiquated treatment,
but some hemophiliacs can inject
plasma into their wounds,
kick-starting
the clotting process
that's ineffective
in their own systems.
(touch tone beeps,
phone beeps)
GARCIA:
Talk about it.
Hey, girlie. I need a list of
hemophiliacs in San Francisco.
GARCIA:
Vague.
So vague. Okay.
REID: Garcia, for his obsession
to be this profound,
he most likely has the more
severe version of the disease.
It's type B,
Christmas disease.
Reid, I'm happy to hear
you made it safe and sound.
Thank you, Garcia.
Okay, Christmas disease.
That does not sound very jolly.
It was named after the first
known case, Stephen Christmas.
-(computer chirping)
- All right, I got 15 people
-who have trouble clotting.
- JJ: He wouldn't stray too far
-from the art world.
- REID: Most likely works
in and around the art community,
but not as an artist.
And he's a loner,
so look for people with jobs
where they don't interact
with the public.
GARCIA:
Yeah, yeah, I got three--
stock boy
at a local supermarket,
an art blogger
and a custodian.
BLAKE: The victims have
different blood types.
If he's taking the plasma
out of the blood,
he must be
a universal recipient.
Any of them
with AB positive blood?
GARCIA:
Specificity, I dig it.
Okay, if I factor in those
B names I was working on...
And Bingo was his name-0!
Actually, his name is
Bryan Hughes.
He is an AB positive hemophiliac
who works as a janitor at
the Bay Area Museum of Art, and
before you ask, yes, his address
has been sent to your phones.
You're the best, baby girl.
HOTCH:
Dave, you and Blake take
the museum, the rest of us
will take the residence.
I'm okay.
Yeah. It's good to see you.
You really don't need to be here
if you're not ready.
This is gonna take time.
How much time?
It's hard to say.
But we're all here for you.
(quietly):
Thank you.
(door creaks)
(both grunt)
(sirens wailing)
MORGAN:
Hey, what you got, mama?
A compelling piece
of information
about this Bryan Hughes.
Three weeks before
the first murder,
he was involved
in a car accident.
- HOTCH: Was he injured?
- Uh, no. And if you were looking
at the pictures I am,
you would say that is a miracle.
JJ: May have given him
the impression
he couldn't be hurt.
GARCIA:
The other driver was hurt.
She bled to death.
Hughes called 911,
failed to mention there was
another driver involved.
By the time emergency crews got
there, she had already died.
Thanks, Garcia.
HOTCH: Watching the other woman
bleed to death
must have been a trigger.
(phone rings)
MORGAN:
Hey, what you got, pretty boy?
I think Hughes may have
his next victim.
An Alan Archer just came in
and reported his boss missing.
Madison Riley owns a art gallery
in the Mission District.
He said there was blood
and signs of a struggle.
Hughes even left a painting
of his on the wall this time.
It's the same signature, and
it's definitely made with blood,
which got me thinking
about Maeve's stalker.
If this guy's a tortured artist
searching for approval,
in his mind, there may be
only one way to get it.
MORGAN:
Suicide. Thanks, Reid.
(zipper rasps)
I put my heart and my soul
into those paintings.
You're gonna get
a firsthand look
at what I'm capable of creating.
Bryan Hughes, FBI.
No!
I have to make her see!
HOTCH:
Put down the knife.
Bryan, I understand.
No, you don't.
How could you
possibly understand?
'Cause I've seen your work.
And I know you may not be
appreciated now,
but I promise you,
if you put down the knife,
I will make sure
that people see your art,
and no one will be able
to ignore it.
That's all I want.
I deserve that.
Then put down the knife,
and let's figure this out.
(Hughes gasps)
(Hughes pants)
Do you know how many paintings
van Gogh sold before he died?
Bryan, don't do it.
Two.
He sold two.
Don't make us do this.
I know how to make you see me.
(Coughs)
- Let's get the EMTs upstairs.
- JJ: We've got another
body over here.
(Hughes exhales sharply)
Well, I counted five baskets?
REID:
Uh, seven,
but I think Mrs. Cavanaugh next
door may have taken a couple.
(chuckles)
I'm really sorry
if I've been kind of...
Spence... don't.
MORGAN:
Kid,
I didn't mean for you
to come all the way out there.
I know.
Listen,
if you need anything at all,
you just have to ask.
Actually,
if you guys don't mind,
I could use some help
with something.
Name it.
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REID: "Sometimes the hardest
part isn't letting go,
but rather,
learning to start over. "
Nicole Sobon.