Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 8, Episode 20 - Alchemy - full transcript
The BAU travel to Rapid City after two male victims are discovered murdered in a ritualistic manner. Also, Reid continues to grieve over Maeve's death.
(hoots)
(boy screams in distance)
BOY'S VOICE:
Help me!
Hello?
(distorted, faint):
Help me. Please.
Can anyone hear me?
I can't breathe.
Help. I can't breathe.
(banging on wall)
(screams)
Ah!
(panting)
(sobs)
(grunts)
(sighs)
(breathing heavily)
(chair clatters)
(beeps)
(phone line rings)
I need a doctor.
(groans, cries)
I'm really sick.
WOMAN:
There's a doctor in room 209.
(dogs howling, barking)
(officer shouts indistinctly)
OFFICER 1:
I found one more.
(officers conversing
indistinctly)
OFFICER 2:
What do you got?
OFFICER 3:
We found something.
I mean, losing someone's
bad enough,
but imagine not having
any answers.
You're right, it's terrible.
But we haven't been invited
and it isn't serial.
Well, that's just the thing--
see, I think...
I think it's connected to this
other case.
How many small-town newspapers
do you subscribe to?
38. It used to be more,
but a lot of them disappeared.
You mean gone digital.
Same thing.
See, that was six weeks ago,
and it wasn't in ViCAP.
You haven't been sleeping,
have you?
I can't.
There's too much work to do.
I agree with Reid-- we've got
a serial on our hands.
Ten days ago, Joseph Purl,
a 33-year-old logger, was found
just outside Rapid City,
South Dakota. T-To be exact,
the dismembered body parts
of Joseph Purl were found
in the woods
outside of Rapid City,
South Dakota.
Local PD believes his body
had been there about a week
before a hiker found them.
But he's not the first victim.
- The first victim...
- GARCIA: Uh... squeeze it.
It gets stuck sometimes.
Do you want me to take over?
- REID: No, I got it-- here.
- (static & screeching)
- Okay, yeah, maybe you better.
- Okay.
I have it memorized, so I don't
have to look at the gross.
The first victim
is Raymond Nava.
31, originally from Texas,
he was a seasonal truck driver
for a logging company.
His dismembered body
was found within the border
of the Pine Ridge
Indian Reservation, which is
-60 miles south of Rapid City.
- MORGAN: So nobody else
was able to make the connection
between the two victims?
REID:
Nava's under tribal and local
FBI jurisdiction;
Purl's Rapid City PD.
The two agencies never spoke.
They're speaking now,
thanks to the good doctor,
but PD says that the Bureau,
uh, investigation
of Nava has been "lacking."
Would you call that
a slam or a bitch-slap?
Is this still blowback
of Leonard Peltier?
The government's been accused
of ignoring crimes
on the reservation since '75.
Well, Peltier did kill
two FBI agents
who were searching
for a robbery suspect.
It's hard to forget.
So what do we know
about these cases?
Well, we know
the two bodies were found
within an hour's drive
of each other.
We know there's no evidence
of robbery or sexual assault,
and, uh, according
to the decomp reports,
Nava was killed two weeks
before his body was found.
So the disposal sites are remote
and/or the UnSub is very good
at hiding the parts.
Oh, the, uh... parts
were dispersed
within a quarter-mile radius.
It is unclear
whether the UnSub did that
or it was scattered by animals.
The bites and scratches on Purl
could be scavenger activity.
JJ:
Yeah, but if animals
had access, why aren't
we just looking at bones?
- GARCIA: Ew.
- REID: Good question.
My guess
is that there was a toxin
in the flesh--
it probably repelled them.
BLAKE:
These circles on his back are
definitely man-made.
It reminds me of the marks
you get from cupping
in holistic therapy,
except the diameter's too wide.
Are they lividity marks?
Well, it's TBD
in the prelim M.E. report.
There's really not a lot here
on either case.
Which is why we need to start
from the beginning.
Let's head to South Dakota.
(rockabilly music blaring)
(bell rings)
Hey, man, don't forget,
Devil's Tower on Sunday.
I'll pick you up 0900.
You better be ready.
WOMAN:
Excuse me. Um...
I know this is weird, but...
would you mind walking me
to my car?
I'm probably being paranoid,
but there's someone I'm scared
of running into alone.
Sure.
(rockabilly music playing
in distance)
This is me.
Well, I think you're safe.
Mm, my ex has a real bad temper.
I'll probably never stop looking
over my shoulder.
Anyway...
thank you.
No worries.
You're not
from around here, are you?
How'd you know?
Well...
first, there's your haircut
and your weird clothes.
And then there's
your funny accent.
-(chuckles)
- I'm kidding.
It's the rental car key chain.
(clicks tongue)
Good one.
Where are you staying?
The Gantry Motel.
- That place is a dump.
-(chuckles)
I'm a manager
at the Red Creek Lodge.
It's real nice.
I'll give you a room, no charge.
You don't have to do that.
I want to.
As a thank you
for being so gallant.
All right. Thanks.
I'm Tess.
Chad.
(crickets chirping)
(sighs)
Thermostat is there.
There's extra pillows
-in the closet.
- Okay.
Hey, uh...
are you sure that you can
give me this room?
I told you. I'm the manager.
I can do what I want.
And right now,
I don't want to be alone.
(bed creaks)
(distorted breathing sounds)
ROSSI: "Dreams are true
while they last,
and do we not live in dreams?"
Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Both men were close in age,
both tall,
around 180 pounds,
fair complexions.
They had to be surrogates
for someone.
BLAKE: Except,
given the physical demands
of logging,
that description could apply
to a majority of men
in the area.
So is someone trying
to get back at the industry?
Hacking them apart means
the anger ran deep.
Reid, you okay?
Yeah.
There's no shortage of enemies
to the logging industry,
from climate change
environmentalists,
animal rights activists,
Native Americans
with long-standing
territory disputes.
Maybe this is all to create
a hostile working environment
for the logging companies.
It looks like
both men disappeared overnight.
They left work one day,
didn't show up the next. Garcia,
did anyone interview
family members?
No, uh, the families
didn't know anything
'cause they were
all back at home.
Raymond Nava lives in Texas,
and Joseph Purl's from Wyoming.
MORGAN: Are a lot
of the workers seasonal
or itinerant
like the two victims?
Yeah. They either live in work
camps provided by the companies
or they rent rooms.
JJ, you and Blake go
to the morgue.
Morgan and I will go
to the crime scene.
And, Reid, since you've
already made contact,
you and Dave talk
to the local FBI
and find out what's holding up
the investigation.
Dr. Reid. I'm Agent Stern.
Actually, this is Dr. Reid.
I'm SSA Rossi.
Are you the SRA
for the Pine Ridge Reservation?
Yep. I've been working
with Detective Landry,
who's out at the Purl
crime scene right now.
Let me show you what we got.
Is this it? Uh, no offense,
but are you, like,
incredibly busy here
in Rapid City, South Dakota?
'Cause the last I checked,
you guys had, like,
the fifth lowest crime rate
in the country. I just...
I-I just... I feel like the
victims' families deserve more.
Let me explain something:
When I go out on the reservation
asking questions
about a homicide,
I'm not exactly greeted
with open arms.
You add a non-resident victim
to the mix and they close ranks,
thinking I'm trying to find
a Native to pin it on.
I think we understand.
AGENT STERN:
The body was found
on reservation land,
but it may not be
tribal-related.
The area where we found Nava,
that's easy to access
from the highway.
It's possible the UnSub knew
it was a different jurisdiction,
and took advantage of it.
LANDRY:
We found the torso here,
a leg about 100 yards that way.
The rest of the parts strewn
about a quarter mile past that.
We found a foot not far
from a known wolf den.
Think the wolves
moved the parts?
Well, they've staked out
this territory.
MORGAN: It's not an easy hike
from the road.
The strength it would take
to dismember a body
and then carry the pieces
suggests that the UnSub is
a physically-fit male
or it was a team.
You say it's a known wolf den.
How many people
might know about it?
Well, it's not common
public knowledge.
Local rangers
and law enforcement.
Plus, the biologists
who are out here studying them.
MORGAN:
What about animal activists?
People who think
that logging might be infringing
on the wolf habitat?
Yeah, we have a few.
I suppose
they would have known about it.
It's not like
we're hiding the information.
Here you go, Mr. Dumont.
Thank you.
So, uh, where's Tess?
She works nights,
but she left word you're a VIP.
So what brings you
to Rapid City?
Just, uh, hiking
and sightseeing.
Great. We have brochures
in the lobby for Mount Rushmore,
Deadwood, Devil's Tower.
Hey, if you don't mind
my asking, are you famous?
We don't get many VIPs.
I'm just a friend of Tess's.
Oh.
Well, enjoy your breakfast.
Thanks.
A wise man would avoid
the Badlands today.
Storm's rollin' in.
Right.
(dishes clattering)
- Ah, geez.
- You're a little jumpy.
That guy was just
giving me the creeps.
Sometimes, this whole place
gives me the creeps.
You've only been here a month.
You'll learn to ignore it.
By the way,
the VIP isn't famous.
- He's just a friend of Tess's.
- I told you.
I thought she was married
to some invalid.
She is.
Wonder if her hot friend
is just a friend.
What? I'm just sayin'.
Follow my lead.
As long as the checks clear,
just ignore everything
around here.
The C.O.D.
was solanine poisoning.
It was used
to control the victims
while they were being held
captive.
Solanine's a potent toxin
and hallucinogen
that comes
from the black nightshade plant.
The unripe berries were used
in the Middle Ages for torture.
The effect it has
is like a bad acid trip.
That's not fun-- trust me.
(JJ snickers)
More recently, it's been used
in small doses for asthma.
Are we looking for someone
in the medical community?
More like an herbalist or a
shaman versus a traditional MD.
The M.E. said the circular marks
were pre-mortem,
and the victims were held
around 48 hours.
This could be about torture.
ROSSI:
If it is, the UnSub's
a sadist, or he wanted something
from the victims.
Joseph Purl's body parts
were left near a wolf's den.
Petitions to protect
the wolf habitat
have been circulating recently.
Garcia's reviewing those names.
HOTCH:
Maybe an animal activist
who's taken his beliefs
to the extreme.
ROSSI:
He could be Native-American,
given the first disposal site.
The circular marks on Joseph
Purl seem almost ritualistic.
Any chance this is part
of a tribal tradition?
Lakota shamans are well-known
for their extended rituals
in healing,
as well as herbal remedies.
One thing doesn't make sense.
It took a while
to find these victims.
If the UnSub wanted to send
a message to the logging
industry, why hide them?
Why not leave 'em out in
the open for the world to see?
(crickets chirping)
(knocking on door)
Did you miss me?
What do you think? Come in.
Oh. Whew!
Sorry... uh, man, I-I must be
coming down with something.
I've been kind of
feeling woozy all day.
- Oh, no.
- Mm.
Well, lucky for you,
I'm a naturopathic healer.
I know just the thing for you.
(inhales deeply)
(exhales)
Hey.
Good morning.
-(sighing)
- How are you feeling?
Better.
That treatment you gave me--
it worked wonders.
What we did afterwards--
it wasn't too bad, either.
Here. Drink this.
It'll help
get all the toxins out.
CHAD:
Okay.
Your ex-boyfriend do that?
You know, if you're so scared
of him, then...
why don't you just move away?
My little boy is buried here.
I can't leave him.
(inhales)
Sorry for your loss.
(sighs)
I got to get moving today.
I'm meeting
-a friend of mine.
- Don't!
I have a sensitivity to light.
Please close the curtains.
I have an autoimmune disorder.
My own body
is attacking my eyes.
Well, uh...
are you getting treatment
for it, or...?
Herbal remedies help,
but I deserve the pain.
Why do you say that?
It started after Adam,
my little boy, died.
(Chad breathes loudly)
(distorted):
We should have saved him.
You know it was our fault.
(distorted panting)
Company hasn't had
any direct threats recently.
Coworker of Raymond Nava's said
the guys usually partied
at a different work camp
every night,
depending on
who had the moonshine.
Were there outsiders
at these parties?
They had an open door policy.
Apparently,
things got pretty wild.
(phone ringing)
Hey, mama,
tell me something I don't know.
Oh, Hot Chocolate, the things
I could spill to you...
MORGAN:
Hey, hey, you're on speaker.
(Garcia sighs)
...that would help you...
solve this case.
I have scoured all of my Lakota
shaman sources, and there isn't
a single healing ritual
that would cause
those circular marks to appear.
What about the petitions
the animal activists
were circulating?
Yes, I checked
and double-checked
and cross-checked all the names,
and all the checks cleared.
What about that list
of herbalists
and naturopaths in the area?
Yeah, and give me a raise
'cause I found the one guy
who was charged
with solanine poisoning,
and it was seven years ago.
I'm sending you his name
and address now.
There it is.
All right,
Blake and I'll check it out.
Thanks, Garcia.
We have a missing man who fits
the same physical description
as the other two victims.
Chad Dumont's 33.
He's an Air Force captain
from Ohio here on leave.
Well, he's not a logger.
That changes things.
This can't be about animal
activists and territory.
And there's probably
no connection
to the Native-American
community,
though someone wants us
to believe that there is.
His voice-mail message
to his best friend
was his last known contact.
CHAD:
Hey, man. Don't forget.
- Devil's Tower on Sunday.
-(ding)
I'll pick you up 0900.
You better be ready.
His friend said he never showed.
Since he was military,
Dumont was always punctual.
Do we know where he was staying?
Gantry Motel,
according to his friend,
but the thing is,
he checked out
the same night
he left that message.
Can you play the message again?
Yeah.
CHAD:
Hey, man, don't forget.
- Devil's Tower on Sunday.
-(ding)
JJ:
Is that a bell?
CHAD:
You better be ready.
Sounds like they're in a bar.
Dooley's on Fifth rings a bell
whenever
somebody leaves a big tip.
WOMAN:
Yeah.
I talked to him.
He wasn't interested, though.
What can I say?
Some guys have bad taste.
Undoubtedly.
Did you happen to see where
he went after you spoke to him?
I assume he left.
How long are you in town for?
Uh... not long enough,
I'm afraid.
Too bad.
We could have had some fun.
Who was that?
That was the fourth Mrs. Rossi,
if I'm not careful.
She hit on Chad
when he was here,
but he turned her down.
Well, I just got off the phone
with Chad's sister.
He was a real stand-up guy.
He took care of his family
after their father died.
He got promoted quickly
in the Air Force.
Well, we know
he checked out of the motel
after he left the bar,
even though he had the room
reserved for two more nights.
That only makes sense
if he met someone here.
Hmm. Well, if that's not
his type, who is?
A guy?
Uh, if he was gay,
his family and best friend
didn't know about it,
and don't forget
about the use of poison.
So, the UnSub is a woman.
His ideal would be...
not too aggressive,
uh, less flashy...
demure.
JJ:
Given his family history and
career choice, he's comfortable
in the protector role.
What if someone appealed
to those instincts?
That means we're looking
for a damsel in distress.
It was a mistake.
I made solanine for someone who
asked for an organic pesticide.
I had absolutely no idea
that he planned to murder
his neighbor's dog with it.
- And you never made it again?
- I learned my lesson.
- Paid my fine, did my time.
- MORGAN: Are there other
naturopaths in this area?
Only three
who really know herbs.
Can you tell us who they are?
No problem.
Excuse me?
- Yeah.
- Could I see
one of the cups you use
for this therapy?
Sure.
(glass clinking)
MORGAN:
You think this is what
caused those marks
on Joseph Purl's back?
The cup's the right diameter.
It's wider
than what I've seen before.
You know, the victims have
the same coloring and build.
Is this all about fertility?
We believe that the UnSub
that we're looking for
is a woman who's trying
to get pregnant.
She's experiencing what we call
black widow maternal desire.
She has a desperate need
for a child,
which most likely stems
from the recent loss of one.
That child may have died
or been taken away
in a custody situation.
REID:
She's drugging her male victims
in order to keep them under
her control for 48 hours
and we believe she's using them
as breeding partners
to help replace the child
that she lost.
Her victims are surrogates
for a male figure in her life,
one she may have already killed.
He could be a boyfriend
or husband,
who most likely fathered
the child she lost.
And the signs of torture
indicate
that she may blame
the child's father
for this loss, and is exacting
her revenge on these victims.
BLAKE:
After they're dead,
she dismembers them
for easier disposal.
MORGAN:
The strength required
to do this
and transport body parts--
it's likely that she's working
with a submissive partner
she dominates with her agenda.
Based on the sophistication
and patience
required for these crimes,
we believe this UnSub
is probably in her 30s,
and no older
than her early 40s,
if pregnancy is her goal.
And she works at night, luring
victims from parties or bars.
She may even have an illness,
or feign one
to gain their sympathy.
Chad Dumont's been missing
for almost 30 hours
and if the UnSub keeps
to her schedule,
he may still be alive,
but time is of the essence.
Even though
the first two victims are dead,
we can certainly
step up our game,
so we can give the victims'
families some answers.
Thank you.
Something weird's going on.
I heard sounds in room 209.
- So?
- It's supposed to be empty.
Do you know anything about it?
No.
Oh, my God. You do.
Is this place haunted?
Don't know
and don't care,
as long as I'm left alone.
Tess's friend didn't come down
for breakfast.
Maybe it's connected to him.
TESS:
He checked out last night.
(panting)
(footsteps approaching)
Hey!
BOY (whispers):
Come get me.
(cackling)
(gasps, panting)
(grunting)
Did I ever tell you
about my Uncle Sal?
He liked to... fix up old cars.
When my Aunt Rosie died,
he bought a 1947 Buick.
When it was
a piece of junk, really,
but he was obsessed with it.
He'd work on it day and night,
forgetting to eat,
until it was a thing of beauty.
Then one day,
it got stolen.
When the cops found it,
it had been
completely vandalized.
Uncle Sal was devastated.
Never recovered.
He died about a year later.
I'm sorry about your uncle.
I'm sorry about Maeve.
So how long has it been now?
Four months?
Three months and 15 days.
That's why you're not sleeping.
This can't go on.
I realize that...
the socially acceptable amount
of time to wallow in grief
-is coming to an end, and...
- That's not what I mean.
You wallow as long as you need.
But talk to someone.
I feel like there are two types
of people in this world, Rossi:
the... ones that get over
their grief and move on
and the ones that...
descend into some sort
of endless misery.
I know how you feel.
Give it time.
How much time?
I-I thought by...
coming to work every day and...
helping other people the pain
would lessen, but it hasn't.
Compartmentalization
works only so long.
Don't be like Uncle Sal.
Do you know that I remember
every single word
we ever said to each other?
Finally, the downside
to an eidetic memory.
Listen...
Spencer...
if you want to feel better,
you can't control the process.
You have to let yourself grieve.
I'm not sleeping because wh...
when I do, I dream of Maeve.
And when I see her, I feel
the sweetest relief imaginable.
(sighs)
She always asks me
to dance, but...
I can't because...
I don't know how to dance and...
'cause I never even got
to touch her when she was alive.
I know if I give in
to that fantasy,
I'll be lost forever, so...
I force myself to wake up.
(sniffles)
Is that part of normal healing?
(sighs)
Okay, so let's not forget
that all of the men,
including the latest,
were from out of town.
They all lived
in temporary spaces,
none of which were the Ritz.
If the UnSub
lured these men away
with the promise of sex,
they probably went to her place.
But Chad Dumont checked out
of his motel.
I mean, how many guys
would do that first
-before a one-night stand?
- MORGAN: Almost none.
- They'd want a place
to retreat to. -Wait, what if
she offered them something other
than or in addition to sex?
Like another hotel room.
Yeah, this town caters
to tourists.
There's no shortage of lodging.
So we may be looking for a woman
who owns or works at a hotel.
(vacuum whirring)
-(whirring stops)
-(music plays faintly, muffled)
(knocking on door)
(music stops)
(door creaks)
(screams)
LANDRY:
No I.D. on her yet.
Prints aren't in the system and
no one matching her description
has been reported missing.
MORGAN: The body parts are
pretty close together this time.
The UnSub was in a hurry
or didn't make an effort
to spread 'em out
like she did before.
JJ:
Plus, the M.O.'s different:
female victim without mutilation
or circular marks.
Well, it can't be an evolution.
She wouldn't go from large men
who are difficult targets
to an easier one.
Maybe this victim
just got in the way.
That would explain the lack
of ritual markings.
She didn't generate the same
emotional response in the UnSub.
Maybe her partner
did this one alone.
Not hiding the body
as well means
it's someone
less detail-oriented.
I'd say the partner's a male.
Any chance
that this is the UnSub?
No, no.
She's way too young.
But we're definitely looking
for a male-female couple.
Dr. Reid.
I was going through old Tribal
Enforcement records for the past
20 years--
basically minor violations
the reservation handled
internally without the FBI.
- Did you find something?
-12 years ago,
a non-Native was given
permission to stay
on the reservation
to study medicinal herbs
with an old shaman.
He was kicked out
when they suspected
he was trying to poison
another student with solanine.
- What was his name?
- Roger Whitcomb.
There's no listings
for him anymore, in the area.
Thank you.
(phone beeps, line rings)
Garcia, there's a name
I need you to check out...
(inhales, exhales)
(weakly):
Why are you doing this to me?
Because I-I...
I have no choice.
Do you know what real pain is,
that... hollow ache,
that gaping hole
that comes
from senseless tragedy?
(shuddering breath)
No, you don't.
You live in blissful ignorance,
like all
the happy-go-lucky people
who have no idea that darkness
is a whisper away.
(shuddering breath)
You remind me of Steven,
my ex-boyfriend,
with that stupid smirk
on your face.
- No.
- You should've been looking out
for Adam instead of lying
your cheating ass off.
I'm not your ex.
I'm not Steven.
Please...
Please...
I need... a doctor.
Please, I'm begging you.
(panting)
Please...
You've said the UnSub's partner
is probably a boyfriend
or husband.
So is he catching her sleeping
with other men and tortures
-and kills them out of jealousy?
- Mm, I buy that happening once,
but anything beyond that,
she's complicit.
If her child died, this could be
pathological grief at work.
-(phone rings)
- What have you got, Garcia?
I got a whole lot of nothing
on Roger Whitcomb.
It's like
he must've left the area
'cause there's zilch
after aught-one.
Secondly, there are 82
hotels, motels, inns and B&Bs
in the area
that are female-managed
or owned.
Any of those
who've lost children?
Yeah, there's two of 'em,
but there's nothing hinky.
There is, however,
one woman with a deceased child
whose husband owns a hotel.
Her name is Tess Mynock and
she does fit our profile.
She's 33,
her five-year-old son Adam
died three years ago,
and our first victim was killed
the very same week as the
anniversary of her son's death.
She could be our UnSub: the
death of the child the stressor,
the recent anniversary
the trigger.
Her husband owns
the Red Creek Lodge
on Farmington Road.
Let's go.
TESS (panting):
Hang on.
We're almost there.
(faint music playing)
(distorted mumbling)
(distorted screeching)
MAN:
Calm down.
(echoing):
Calm down.
(distorted):
It's all gonna be fine.
(animal squeals)
-(Chad panting)
- It's all gonna be fine.
Garcia, what else
do we know about Tess?
We know that the father
of the dead son
is Steven Colson.
He's an ex-boyfriend,
an abusive one, at that,
based on a police report.
He left her after their son
died; he moved to Florida.
According to an article,
he and Tess were having a
lakeside picnic with their son.
They got into an argument,
they didn't notice
that the boy had wandered off
and he drowned.
- Drink.
- No...
It's okay-- I'm a doctor.
(Chad moaning)
(gulping)
(Chad gasping)
It's time to kill Steven now.
-(typing rapidly)
- This is odd.
The most recent info I can get
on Raoul Whalen is from 2002.
Any chance he's actually
Roger Whitcomb,
the guy who was kicked
off the reservation?
Well, it's like Raoul
didn't exist
until six months
after Whitcomb disappeared.
It's got to be the same guy.
Disposing the first victim
on the reservation
may have been payback.
REID: If he murdered someone
there 12 years ago,
he's not the submissive partner
in the relationship.
And he's resourceful enough
to run a hotel,
which means he can appear
to function normally.
A classic sociopath.
He always had a murderous
impulse, and he took advantage
of Tess's grief and was able to
fulfill his homicidal fantasies.
Curious and curiouser.
So, uh, Raoul was a naturopath
and then ten years ago
he bought the inn with money
he got from an inheritance.
He still has a Web site
that he sells
his natural remedies on,
and according to his bio,
he cured himself
of prostate cancer.
And there's a testimonial
from a Tess M.,
diagnosed with uveitis in 2010.
She can't handle sunlight,
and she says that without his
remedies, she would be blind.
It could be psychosomatic,
a reaction to her son's death
if it was sunny the day he died.
MORGAN:
Maybe Tess met Raoul
when she sought treatment
for her disease.
She didn't become homicidal
till he entered her life.
They hit it off
and became a killing duo.
(breathing weakly)
RAOUL:
Let out your anger.
You've wanted to do this
for so long.
(crunching)
What happened to Amber?
Don't worry, I took care of her.
You killed her?
She saw too much.
But Amber was harmless.
Don't be naive.
She would've turned us in.
You never said we would kill
innocent bystanders.
L...
I... I want to leave.
(Whimpers)
Not until
you take care of Steven.
Remember what he did to you.
He's only getting
what he deserves.
(car doors shut)
I can't do this anymore.
- I can't do this any...
- Oh, darling,
that's not the deal we made.
Don't you remember?
You were a wreck when we met.
No home, no money, no food
and a dead son, to boot.
You were dying,
and I saved your life.
I made an honest woman out
of you, and I took care of you.
Wasn't I generous?
- Hmm?
- Mm-hmm.
I even allowed you
to take lovers
so you'd get pregnant again,
but you must abide...
by the rules.
You must kill your lovers
to protect the sanctity
of our vows.
Didn't you agree to that?
Because you told me
this would work.
But I'm still not pregnant.
Shh.
You don't know that yet.
Oh, my God.
This has all been a lie.
You've been manipulating me.
You...
turned me into a monster.
(locket rattling softly)
My poor baby...
is never coming back.
Enough!
Kill him. Now.
(grunts)
(muffled grunting)
JJ:
FBI. Drop the knife.
-(knife thuds)
- He slept with my wife.
He's still alive.
We need paramedics.
REID:
She's not here.
- Where's Tess?
-(handcuffs clicking)
A fickle wife blows
like a seed in the wind.
There's another exit.
(phone beeps)
Garcia,
where did Tess's son die?
Checking now. Uh...
he drowned in Deerfield Lake.
That's an hour
outside of the city.
(siren wailing)
(honking)
REID:
J.R.R. Tolkien wrote,
"I will not say: do not weep;
for not all tears are an evil. "
- ROSSI: It's alchemy.
- Hmm?
Alchemy turns common metals
into precious ones.
Dreams work the same way,
turning something awful into...
something better.
I don't know.
I'd like to believe that, but...
Just think about it.
No, better yet, don't think.
Just let it happen, Spencer.
I'm gonna get some shut-eye.
You should, too.
(English accent):
May I take your order, sir?
Um...
I'll have a double espresso.
And I'll have a non-fat latte.
Fancy meeting you here.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Did you know Sir Arthur Conan
Doyle probably sat right here
drinking his coffee,
about 130 years ago?
I think he probably drank tea,
you know, given his comment,
"the tea fields of Ceylon are
as true a monument to courage
-as is the lion at Waterloo."
- Spencer...
And this is Oxford.
Did-Didn't
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
go to school at
the University of Edinburgh?
Are you gonna argue
with everything I say?
No. Of course not.
You know there is such a thing
as too much logic.
("Sleep Walk"
by Santo & Johnny playing)
Dance with me.
Why?
I want to hold you once
before I'm a ghost of a memory.
♪♪
(boy screams in distance)
BOY'S VOICE:
Help me!
Hello?
(distorted, faint):
Help me. Please.
Can anyone hear me?
I can't breathe.
Help. I can't breathe.
(banging on wall)
(screams)
Ah!
(panting)
(sobs)
(grunts)
(sighs)
(breathing heavily)
(chair clatters)
(beeps)
(phone line rings)
I need a doctor.
(groans, cries)
I'm really sick.
WOMAN:
There's a doctor in room 209.
(dogs howling, barking)
(officer shouts indistinctly)
OFFICER 1:
I found one more.
(officers conversing
indistinctly)
OFFICER 2:
What do you got?
OFFICER 3:
We found something.
I mean, losing someone's
bad enough,
but imagine not having
any answers.
You're right, it's terrible.
But we haven't been invited
and it isn't serial.
Well, that's just the thing--
see, I think...
I think it's connected to this
other case.
How many small-town newspapers
do you subscribe to?
38. It used to be more,
but a lot of them disappeared.
You mean gone digital.
Same thing.
See, that was six weeks ago,
and it wasn't in ViCAP.
You haven't been sleeping,
have you?
I can't.
There's too much work to do.
I agree with Reid-- we've got
a serial on our hands.
Ten days ago, Joseph Purl,
a 33-year-old logger, was found
just outside Rapid City,
South Dakota. T-To be exact,
the dismembered body parts
of Joseph Purl were found
in the woods
outside of Rapid City,
South Dakota.
Local PD believes his body
had been there about a week
before a hiker found them.
But he's not the first victim.
- The first victim...
- GARCIA: Uh... squeeze it.
It gets stuck sometimes.
Do you want me to take over?
- REID: No, I got it-- here.
- (static & screeching)
- Okay, yeah, maybe you better.
- Okay.
I have it memorized, so I don't
have to look at the gross.
The first victim
is Raymond Nava.
31, originally from Texas,
he was a seasonal truck driver
for a logging company.
His dismembered body
was found within the border
of the Pine Ridge
Indian Reservation, which is
-60 miles south of Rapid City.
- MORGAN: So nobody else
was able to make the connection
between the two victims?
REID:
Nava's under tribal and local
FBI jurisdiction;
Purl's Rapid City PD.
The two agencies never spoke.
They're speaking now,
thanks to the good doctor,
but PD says that the Bureau,
uh, investigation
of Nava has been "lacking."
Would you call that
a slam or a bitch-slap?
Is this still blowback
of Leonard Peltier?
The government's been accused
of ignoring crimes
on the reservation since '75.
Well, Peltier did kill
two FBI agents
who were searching
for a robbery suspect.
It's hard to forget.
So what do we know
about these cases?
Well, we know
the two bodies were found
within an hour's drive
of each other.
We know there's no evidence
of robbery or sexual assault,
and, uh, according
to the decomp reports,
Nava was killed two weeks
before his body was found.
So the disposal sites are remote
and/or the UnSub is very good
at hiding the parts.
Oh, the, uh... parts
were dispersed
within a quarter-mile radius.
It is unclear
whether the UnSub did that
or it was scattered by animals.
The bites and scratches on Purl
could be scavenger activity.
JJ:
Yeah, but if animals
had access, why aren't
we just looking at bones?
- GARCIA: Ew.
- REID: Good question.
My guess
is that there was a toxin
in the flesh--
it probably repelled them.
BLAKE:
These circles on his back are
definitely man-made.
It reminds me of the marks
you get from cupping
in holistic therapy,
except the diameter's too wide.
Are they lividity marks?
Well, it's TBD
in the prelim M.E. report.
There's really not a lot here
on either case.
Which is why we need to start
from the beginning.
Let's head to South Dakota.
(rockabilly music blaring)
(bell rings)
Hey, man, don't forget,
Devil's Tower on Sunday.
I'll pick you up 0900.
You better be ready.
WOMAN:
Excuse me. Um...
I know this is weird, but...
would you mind walking me
to my car?
I'm probably being paranoid,
but there's someone I'm scared
of running into alone.
Sure.
(rockabilly music playing
in distance)
This is me.
Well, I think you're safe.
Mm, my ex has a real bad temper.
I'll probably never stop looking
over my shoulder.
Anyway...
thank you.
No worries.
You're not
from around here, are you?
How'd you know?
Well...
first, there's your haircut
and your weird clothes.
And then there's
your funny accent.
-(chuckles)
- I'm kidding.
It's the rental car key chain.
(clicks tongue)
Good one.
Where are you staying?
The Gantry Motel.
- That place is a dump.
-(chuckles)
I'm a manager
at the Red Creek Lodge.
It's real nice.
I'll give you a room, no charge.
You don't have to do that.
I want to.
As a thank you
for being so gallant.
All right. Thanks.
I'm Tess.
Chad.
(crickets chirping)
(sighs)
Thermostat is there.
There's extra pillows
-in the closet.
- Okay.
Hey, uh...
are you sure that you can
give me this room?
I told you. I'm the manager.
I can do what I want.
And right now,
I don't want to be alone.
(bed creaks)
(distorted breathing sounds)
ROSSI: "Dreams are true
while they last,
and do we not live in dreams?"
Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Both men were close in age,
both tall,
around 180 pounds,
fair complexions.
They had to be surrogates
for someone.
BLAKE: Except,
given the physical demands
of logging,
that description could apply
to a majority of men
in the area.
So is someone trying
to get back at the industry?
Hacking them apart means
the anger ran deep.
Reid, you okay?
Yeah.
There's no shortage of enemies
to the logging industry,
from climate change
environmentalists,
animal rights activists,
Native Americans
with long-standing
territory disputes.
Maybe this is all to create
a hostile working environment
for the logging companies.
It looks like
both men disappeared overnight.
They left work one day,
didn't show up the next. Garcia,
did anyone interview
family members?
No, uh, the families
didn't know anything
'cause they were
all back at home.
Raymond Nava lives in Texas,
and Joseph Purl's from Wyoming.
MORGAN: Are a lot
of the workers seasonal
or itinerant
like the two victims?
Yeah. They either live in work
camps provided by the companies
or they rent rooms.
JJ, you and Blake go
to the morgue.
Morgan and I will go
to the crime scene.
And, Reid, since you've
already made contact,
you and Dave talk
to the local FBI
and find out what's holding up
the investigation.
Dr. Reid. I'm Agent Stern.
Actually, this is Dr. Reid.
I'm SSA Rossi.
Are you the SRA
for the Pine Ridge Reservation?
Yep. I've been working
with Detective Landry,
who's out at the Purl
crime scene right now.
Let me show you what we got.
Is this it? Uh, no offense,
but are you, like,
incredibly busy here
in Rapid City, South Dakota?
'Cause the last I checked,
you guys had, like,
the fifth lowest crime rate
in the country. I just...
I-I just... I feel like the
victims' families deserve more.
Let me explain something:
When I go out on the reservation
asking questions
about a homicide,
I'm not exactly greeted
with open arms.
You add a non-resident victim
to the mix and they close ranks,
thinking I'm trying to find
a Native to pin it on.
I think we understand.
AGENT STERN:
The body was found
on reservation land,
but it may not be
tribal-related.
The area where we found Nava,
that's easy to access
from the highway.
It's possible the UnSub knew
it was a different jurisdiction,
and took advantage of it.
LANDRY:
We found the torso here,
a leg about 100 yards that way.
The rest of the parts strewn
about a quarter mile past that.
We found a foot not far
from a known wolf den.
Think the wolves
moved the parts?
Well, they've staked out
this territory.
MORGAN: It's not an easy hike
from the road.
The strength it would take
to dismember a body
and then carry the pieces
suggests that the UnSub is
a physically-fit male
or it was a team.
You say it's a known wolf den.
How many people
might know about it?
Well, it's not common
public knowledge.
Local rangers
and law enforcement.
Plus, the biologists
who are out here studying them.
MORGAN:
What about animal activists?
People who think
that logging might be infringing
on the wolf habitat?
Yeah, we have a few.
I suppose
they would have known about it.
It's not like
we're hiding the information.
Here you go, Mr. Dumont.
Thank you.
So, uh, where's Tess?
She works nights,
but she left word you're a VIP.
So what brings you
to Rapid City?
Just, uh, hiking
and sightseeing.
Great. We have brochures
in the lobby for Mount Rushmore,
Deadwood, Devil's Tower.
Hey, if you don't mind
my asking, are you famous?
We don't get many VIPs.
I'm just a friend of Tess's.
Oh.
Well, enjoy your breakfast.
Thanks.
A wise man would avoid
the Badlands today.
Storm's rollin' in.
Right.
(dishes clattering)
- Ah, geez.
- You're a little jumpy.
That guy was just
giving me the creeps.
Sometimes, this whole place
gives me the creeps.
You've only been here a month.
You'll learn to ignore it.
By the way,
the VIP isn't famous.
- He's just a friend of Tess's.
- I told you.
I thought she was married
to some invalid.
She is.
Wonder if her hot friend
is just a friend.
What? I'm just sayin'.
Follow my lead.
As long as the checks clear,
just ignore everything
around here.
The C.O.D.
was solanine poisoning.
It was used
to control the victims
while they were being held
captive.
Solanine's a potent toxin
and hallucinogen
that comes
from the black nightshade plant.
The unripe berries were used
in the Middle Ages for torture.
The effect it has
is like a bad acid trip.
That's not fun-- trust me.
(JJ snickers)
More recently, it's been used
in small doses for asthma.
Are we looking for someone
in the medical community?
More like an herbalist or a
shaman versus a traditional MD.
The M.E. said the circular marks
were pre-mortem,
and the victims were held
around 48 hours.
This could be about torture.
ROSSI:
If it is, the UnSub's
a sadist, or he wanted something
from the victims.
Joseph Purl's body parts
were left near a wolf's den.
Petitions to protect
the wolf habitat
have been circulating recently.
Garcia's reviewing those names.
HOTCH:
Maybe an animal activist
who's taken his beliefs
to the extreme.
ROSSI:
He could be Native-American,
given the first disposal site.
The circular marks on Joseph
Purl seem almost ritualistic.
Any chance this is part
of a tribal tradition?
Lakota shamans are well-known
for their extended rituals
in healing,
as well as herbal remedies.
One thing doesn't make sense.
It took a while
to find these victims.
If the UnSub wanted to send
a message to the logging
industry, why hide them?
Why not leave 'em out in
the open for the world to see?
(crickets chirping)
(knocking on door)
Did you miss me?
What do you think? Come in.
Oh. Whew!
Sorry... uh, man, I-I must be
coming down with something.
I've been kind of
feeling woozy all day.
- Oh, no.
- Mm.
Well, lucky for you,
I'm a naturopathic healer.
I know just the thing for you.
(inhales deeply)
(exhales)
Hey.
Good morning.
-(sighing)
- How are you feeling?
Better.
That treatment you gave me--
it worked wonders.
What we did afterwards--
it wasn't too bad, either.
Here. Drink this.
It'll help
get all the toxins out.
CHAD:
Okay.
Your ex-boyfriend do that?
You know, if you're so scared
of him, then...
why don't you just move away?
My little boy is buried here.
I can't leave him.
(inhales)
Sorry for your loss.
(sighs)
I got to get moving today.
I'm meeting
-a friend of mine.
- Don't!
I have a sensitivity to light.
Please close the curtains.
I have an autoimmune disorder.
My own body
is attacking my eyes.
Well, uh...
are you getting treatment
for it, or...?
Herbal remedies help,
but I deserve the pain.
Why do you say that?
It started after Adam,
my little boy, died.
(Chad breathes loudly)
(distorted):
We should have saved him.
You know it was our fault.
(distorted panting)
Company hasn't had
any direct threats recently.
Coworker of Raymond Nava's said
the guys usually partied
at a different work camp
every night,
depending on
who had the moonshine.
Were there outsiders
at these parties?
They had an open door policy.
Apparently,
things got pretty wild.
(phone ringing)
Hey, mama,
tell me something I don't know.
Oh, Hot Chocolate, the things
I could spill to you...
MORGAN:
Hey, hey, you're on speaker.
(Garcia sighs)
...that would help you...
solve this case.
I have scoured all of my Lakota
shaman sources, and there isn't
a single healing ritual
that would cause
those circular marks to appear.
What about the petitions
the animal activists
were circulating?
Yes, I checked
and double-checked
and cross-checked all the names,
and all the checks cleared.
What about that list
of herbalists
and naturopaths in the area?
Yeah, and give me a raise
'cause I found the one guy
who was charged
with solanine poisoning,
and it was seven years ago.
I'm sending you his name
and address now.
There it is.
All right,
Blake and I'll check it out.
Thanks, Garcia.
We have a missing man who fits
the same physical description
as the other two victims.
Chad Dumont's 33.
He's an Air Force captain
from Ohio here on leave.
Well, he's not a logger.
That changes things.
This can't be about animal
activists and territory.
And there's probably
no connection
to the Native-American
community,
though someone wants us
to believe that there is.
His voice-mail message
to his best friend
was his last known contact.
CHAD:
Hey, man. Don't forget.
- Devil's Tower on Sunday.
-(ding)
I'll pick you up 0900.
You better be ready.
His friend said he never showed.
Since he was military,
Dumont was always punctual.
Do we know where he was staying?
Gantry Motel,
according to his friend,
but the thing is,
he checked out
the same night
he left that message.
Can you play the message again?
Yeah.
CHAD:
Hey, man, don't forget.
- Devil's Tower on Sunday.
-(ding)
JJ:
Is that a bell?
CHAD:
You better be ready.
Sounds like they're in a bar.
Dooley's on Fifth rings a bell
whenever
somebody leaves a big tip.
WOMAN:
Yeah.
I talked to him.
He wasn't interested, though.
What can I say?
Some guys have bad taste.
Undoubtedly.
Did you happen to see where
he went after you spoke to him?
I assume he left.
How long are you in town for?
Uh... not long enough,
I'm afraid.
Too bad.
We could have had some fun.
Who was that?
That was the fourth Mrs. Rossi,
if I'm not careful.
She hit on Chad
when he was here,
but he turned her down.
Well, I just got off the phone
with Chad's sister.
He was a real stand-up guy.
He took care of his family
after their father died.
He got promoted quickly
in the Air Force.
Well, we know
he checked out of the motel
after he left the bar,
even though he had the room
reserved for two more nights.
That only makes sense
if he met someone here.
Hmm. Well, if that's not
his type, who is?
A guy?
Uh, if he was gay,
his family and best friend
didn't know about it,
and don't forget
about the use of poison.
So, the UnSub is a woman.
His ideal would be...
not too aggressive,
uh, less flashy...
demure.
JJ:
Given his family history and
career choice, he's comfortable
in the protector role.
What if someone appealed
to those instincts?
That means we're looking
for a damsel in distress.
It was a mistake.
I made solanine for someone who
asked for an organic pesticide.
I had absolutely no idea
that he planned to murder
his neighbor's dog with it.
- And you never made it again?
- I learned my lesson.
- Paid my fine, did my time.
- MORGAN: Are there other
naturopaths in this area?
Only three
who really know herbs.
Can you tell us who they are?
No problem.
Excuse me?
- Yeah.
- Could I see
one of the cups you use
for this therapy?
Sure.
(glass clinking)
MORGAN:
You think this is what
caused those marks
on Joseph Purl's back?
The cup's the right diameter.
It's wider
than what I've seen before.
You know, the victims have
the same coloring and build.
Is this all about fertility?
We believe that the UnSub
that we're looking for
is a woman who's trying
to get pregnant.
She's experiencing what we call
black widow maternal desire.
She has a desperate need
for a child,
which most likely stems
from the recent loss of one.
That child may have died
or been taken away
in a custody situation.
REID:
She's drugging her male victims
in order to keep them under
her control for 48 hours
and we believe she's using them
as breeding partners
to help replace the child
that she lost.
Her victims are surrogates
for a male figure in her life,
one she may have already killed.
He could be a boyfriend
or husband,
who most likely fathered
the child she lost.
And the signs of torture
indicate
that she may blame
the child's father
for this loss, and is exacting
her revenge on these victims.
BLAKE:
After they're dead,
she dismembers them
for easier disposal.
MORGAN:
The strength required
to do this
and transport body parts--
it's likely that she's working
with a submissive partner
she dominates with her agenda.
Based on the sophistication
and patience
required for these crimes,
we believe this UnSub
is probably in her 30s,
and no older
than her early 40s,
if pregnancy is her goal.
And she works at night, luring
victims from parties or bars.
She may even have an illness,
or feign one
to gain their sympathy.
Chad Dumont's been missing
for almost 30 hours
and if the UnSub keeps
to her schedule,
he may still be alive,
but time is of the essence.
Even though
the first two victims are dead,
we can certainly
step up our game,
so we can give the victims'
families some answers.
Thank you.
Something weird's going on.
I heard sounds in room 209.
- So?
- It's supposed to be empty.
Do you know anything about it?
No.
Oh, my God. You do.
Is this place haunted?
Don't know
and don't care,
as long as I'm left alone.
Tess's friend didn't come down
for breakfast.
Maybe it's connected to him.
TESS:
He checked out last night.
(panting)
(footsteps approaching)
Hey!
BOY (whispers):
Come get me.
(cackling)
(gasps, panting)
(grunting)
Did I ever tell you
about my Uncle Sal?
He liked to... fix up old cars.
When my Aunt Rosie died,
he bought a 1947 Buick.
When it was
a piece of junk, really,
but he was obsessed with it.
He'd work on it day and night,
forgetting to eat,
until it was a thing of beauty.
Then one day,
it got stolen.
When the cops found it,
it had been
completely vandalized.
Uncle Sal was devastated.
Never recovered.
He died about a year later.
I'm sorry about your uncle.
I'm sorry about Maeve.
So how long has it been now?
Four months?
Three months and 15 days.
That's why you're not sleeping.
This can't go on.
I realize that...
the socially acceptable amount
of time to wallow in grief
-is coming to an end, and...
- That's not what I mean.
You wallow as long as you need.
But talk to someone.
I feel like there are two types
of people in this world, Rossi:
the... ones that get over
their grief and move on
and the ones that...
descend into some sort
of endless misery.
I know how you feel.
Give it time.
How much time?
I-I thought by...
coming to work every day and...
helping other people the pain
would lessen, but it hasn't.
Compartmentalization
works only so long.
Don't be like Uncle Sal.
Do you know that I remember
every single word
we ever said to each other?
Finally, the downside
to an eidetic memory.
Listen...
Spencer...
if you want to feel better,
you can't control the process.
You have to let yourself grieve.
I'm not sleeping because wh...
when I do, I dream of Maeve.
And when I see her, I feel
the sweetest relief imaginable.
(sighs)
She always asks me
to dance, but...
I can't because...
I don't know how to dance and...
'cause I never even got
to touch her when she was alive.
I know if I give in
to that fantasy,
I'll be lost forever, so...
I force myself to wake up.
(sniffles)
Is that part of normal healing?
(sighs)
Okay, so let's not forget
that all of the men,
including the latest,
were from out of town.
They all lived
in temporary spaces,
none of which were the Ritz.
If the UnSub
lured these men away
with the promise of sex,
they probably went to her place.
But Chad Dumont checked out
of his motel.
I mean, how many guys
would do that first
-before a one-night stand?
- MORGAN: Almost none.
- They'd want a place
to retreat to. -Wait, what if
she offered them something other
than or in addition to sex?
Like another hotel room.
Yeah, this town caters
to tourists.
There's no shortage of lodging.
So we may be looking for a woman
who owns or works at a hotel.
(vacuum whirring)
-(whirring stops)
-(music plays faintly, muffled)
(knocking on door)
(music stops)
(door creaks)
(screams)
LANDRY:
No I.D. on her yet.
Prints aren't in the system and
no one matching her description
has been reported missing.
MORGAN: The body parts are
pretty close together this time.
The UnSub was in a hurry
or didn't make an effort
to spread 'em out
like she did before.
JJ:
Plus, the M.O.'s different:
female victim without mutilation
or circular marks.
Well, it can't be an evolution.
She wouldn't go from large men
who are difficult targets
to an easier one.
Maybe this victim
just got in the way.
That would explain the lack
of ritual markings.
She didn't generate the same
emotional response in the UnSub.
Maybe her partner
did this one alone.
Not hiding the body
as well means
it's someone
less detail-oriented.
I'd say the partner's a male.
Any chance
that this is the UnSub?
No, no.
She's way too young.
But we're definitely looking
for a male-female couple.
Dr. Reid.
I was going through old Tribal
Enforcement records for the past
20 years--
basically minor violations
the reservation handled
internally without the FBI.
- Did you find something?
-12 years ago,
a non-Native was given
permission to stay
on the reservation
to study medicinal herbs
with an old shaman.
He was kicked out
when they suspected
he was trying to poison
another student with solanine.
- What was his name?
- Roger Whitcomb.
There's no listings
for him anymore, in the area.
Thank you.
(phone beeps, line rings)
Garcia, there's a name
I need you to check out...
(inhales, exhales)
(weakly):
Why are you doing this to me?
Because I-I...
I have no choice.
Do you know what real pain is,
that... hollow ache,
that gaping hole
that comes
from senseless tragedy?
(shuddering breath)
No, you don't.
You live in blissful ignorance,
like all
the happy-go-lucky people
who have no idea that darkness
is a whisper away.
(shuddering breath)
You remind me of Steven,
my ex-boyfriend,
with that stupid smirk
on your face.
- No.
- You should've been looking out
for Adam instead of lying
your cheating ass off.
I'm not your ex.
I'm not Steven.
Please...
Please...
I need... a doctor.
Please, I'm begging you.
(panting)
Please...
You've said the UnSub's partner
is probably a boyfriend
or husband.
So is he catching her sleeping
with other men and tortures
-and kills them out of jealousy?
- Mm, I buy that happening once,
but anything beyond that,
she's complicit.
If her child died, this could be
pathological grief at work.
-(phone rings)
- What have you got, Garcia?
I got a whole lot of nothing
on Roger Whitcomb.
It's like
he must've left the area
'cause there's zilch
after aught-one.
Secondly, there are 82
hotels, motels, inns and B&Bs
in the area
that are female-managed
or owned.
Any of those
who've lost children?
Yeah, there's two of 'em,
but there's nothing hinky.
There is, however,
one woman with a deceased child
whose husband owns a hotel.
Her name is Tess Mynock and
she does fit our profile.
She's 33,
her five-year-old son Adam
died three years ago,
and our first victim was killed
the very same week as the
anniversary of her son's death.
She could be our UnSub: the
death of the child the stressor,
the recent anniversary
the trigger.
Her husband owns
the Red Creek Lodge
on Farmington Road.
Let's go.
TESS (panting):
Hang on.
We're almost there.
(faint music playing)
(distorted mumbling)
(distorted screeching)
MAN:
Calm down.
(echoing):
Calm down.
(distorted):
It's all gonna be fine.
(animal squeals)
-(Chad panting)
- It's all gonna be fine.
Garcia, what else
do we know about Tess?
We know that the father
of the dead son
is Steven Colson.
He's an ex-boyfriend,
an abusive one, at that,
based on a police report.
He left her after their son
died; he moved to Florida.
According to an article,
he and Tess were having a
lakeside picnic with their son.
They got into an argument,
they didn't notice
that the boy had wandered off
and he drowned.
- Drink.
- No...
It's okay-- I'm a doctor.
(Chad moaning)
(gulping)
(Chad gasping)
It's time to kill Steven now.
-(typing rapidly)
- This is odd.
The most recent info I can get
on Raoul Whalen is from 2002.
Any chance he's actually
Roger Whitcomb,
the guy who was kicked
off the reservation?
Well, it's like Raoul
didn't exist
until six months
after Whitcomb disappeared.
It's got to be the same guy.
Disposing the first victim
on the reservation
may have been payback.
REID: If he murdered someone
there 12 years ago,
he's not the submissive partner
in the relationship.
And he's resourceful enough
to run a hotel,
which means he can appear
to function normally.
A classic sociopath.
He always had a murderous
impulse, and he took advantage
of Tess's grief and was able to
fulfill his homicidal fantasies.
Curious and curiouser.
So, uh, Raoul was a naturopath
and then ten years ago
he bought the inn with money
he got from an inheritance.
He still has a Web site
that he sells
his natural remedies on,
and according to his bio,
he cured himself
of prostate cancer.
And there's a testimonial
from a Tess M.,
diagnosed with uveitis in 2010.
She can't handle sunlight,
and she says that without his
remedies, she would be blind.
It could be psychosomatic,
a reaction to her son's death
if it was sunny the day he died.
MORGAN:
Maybe Tess met Raoul
when she sought treatment
for her disease.
She didn't become homicidal
till he entered her life.
They hit it off
and became a killing duo.
(breathing weakly)
RAOUL:
Let out your anger.
You've wanted to do this
for so long.
(crunching)
What happened to Amber?
Don't worry, I took care of her.
You killed her?
She saw too much.
But Amber was harmless.
Don't be naive.
She would've turned us in.
You never said we would kill
innocent bystanders.
L...
I... I want to leave.
(Whimpers)
Not until
you take care of Steven.
Remember what he did to you.
He's only getting
what he deserves.
(car doors shut)
I can't do this anymore.
- I can't do this any...
- Oh, darling,
that's not the deal we made.
Don't you remember?
You were a wreck when we met.
No home, no money, no food
and a dead son, to boot.
You were dying,
and I saved your life.
I made an honest woman out
of you, and I took care of you.
Wasn't I generous?
- Hmm?
- Mm-hmm.
I even allowed you
to take lovers
so you'd get pregnant again,
but you must abide...
by the rules.
You must kill your lovers
to protect the sanctity
of our vows.
Didn't you agree to that?
Because you told me
this would work.
But I'm still not pregnant.
Shh.
You don't know that yet.
Oh, my God.
This has all been a lie.
You've been manipulating me.
You...
turned me into a monster.
(locket rattling softly)
My poor baby...
is never coming back.
Enough!
Kill him. Now.
(grunts)
(muffled grunting)
JJ:
FBI. Drop the knife.
-(knife thuds)
- He slept with my wife.
He's still alive.
We need paramedics.
REID:
She's not here.
- Where's Tess?
-(handcuffs clicking)
A fickle wife blows
like a seed in the wind.
There's another exit.
(phone beeps)
Garcia,
where did Tess's son die?
Checking now. Uh...
he drowned in Deerfield Lake.
That's an hour
outside of the city.
(siren wailing)
(honking)
REID:
J.R.R. Tolkien wrote,
"I will not say: do not weep;
for not all tears are an evil. "
- ROSSI: It's alchemy.
- Hmm?
Alchemy turns common metals
into precious ones.
Dreams work the same way,
turning something awful into...
something better.
I don't know.
I'd like to believe that, but...
Just think about it.
No, better yet, don't think.
Just let it happen, Spencer.
I'm gonna get some shut-eye.
You should, too.
(English accent):
May I take your order, sir?
Um...
I'll have a double espresso.
And I'll have a non-fat latte.
Fancy meeting you here.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Did you know Sir Arthur Conan
Doyle probably sat right here
drinking his coffee,
about 130 years ago?
I think he probably drank tea,
you know, given his comment,
"the tea fields of Ceylon are
as true a monument to courage
-as is the lion at Waterloo."
- Spencer...
And this is Oxford.
Did-Didn't
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
go to school at
the University of Edinburgh?
Are you gonna argue
with everything I say?
No. Of course not.
You know there is such a thing
as too much logic.
("Sleep Walk"
by Santo & Johnny playing)
Dance with me.
Why?
I want to hold you once
before I'm a ghost of a memory.
♪♪