Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 8, Episode 22 - #6 - full transcript

Yo, man, something ain't right about this.

It's right.

You know who leaves a ride like this

in the middle of this street,
at this time of night, man?

Cops. Let's go!

Car's too nice to be cops.

Man, like you know.

Know more than you. Let's go.

Hey, hold up, hold up.

Asking for it.

Let me drive.



Whatever, dawg.

Damn, it's keyless.

That clicker thing must
be in here somewhere.

- You see it?
- Looking for it.

I don't see it, man. Try it anyway.

Come on.

All right, yeah!

Yo, you hear that? What was that?

- Oh, my God, man.
- Aw, hell no.

Come on, man, we gotta go!

- Shut up, let me think.
- Man, we gotta go, man!

If we get stopped, I'm not explainin' why

there's two dead white people

in this trunk! Let's go!



A'ight!

Here's what we gonna do.

We're gonna dump the bodies,

wipe down the trunk,
and no one will ever know.

Nuh-uh, man, we gotta go.

- Come on!
- Will you look... look!

Whoever did this left the key in her hand.

Now, they dead and I'm sorry about that,

but they ain't getting in my way.

Are you down?

Eddie? You down?

Yeah, I'm down.

Good.

Now, grab that thing out of her hand.

Me? Why I gotta to grab it?

Because I'm your big brother
and driving is my job,

and taking stuff off of
dead bodies is yours.

Hurry up.

Brendon! Brendon!

- Let go!
- Help... me...

- Brendon! Brendon!
- Help me... help me...

Let go of her hand!

- Let go!
- No...

Run

Hey, you.

Hey.

Next time I decide if I want to keep working

at Doctors Without Borders, please shoot me.

What country are you in right now?

Right now, all I see is sand, so...

South... Sand-is-tan, I think.

Oh...

When are you gonna get home?

Well, they've kept me out here
for ten months, who knows?

Need to get that?

Mm-mm. No, not right now.

You sure?

Maybe you have to sign for something.

Special delivery.

Hey.

Oh...

This is a treat.

You never surprise me at home.

How'd you get the time off?

James?

You can stop faking.

When you're really asleep,

you do that leg twitch thing.

No, I don't.

What's going on?

'Cause there's something.

Why does there have to be something?

Can't I just want to make my wife happy?

It's nothing.

It's-it's a good thing.

So there is a thing.

Yes.

But I've been on an airplane for 20 hours,

so we're not gonna talk
about this right now.

And I also just heard your phone go off.

That means you've got a
psycho killer to catch.

We aren't done talking about this.

Shh.

I'm sleeping.

Look.

It looks like someone

is taking the term
"Motor City" too literally.

In the last month,

Detroit PD has found

two different crime scenes

in the trunks of two different cars.

Married couples in each trunk?

Yeah. Brian and Melissa
Cain in car number one,

Paul and Elizabeth Garrett
in car number two.

Elizabeth was found alive
by a couple of kids,

but by the time the paramedics got there,

she had lost too much blood.

Well, it takes a lot of skill

to force a couple into their own car,

even with a gun.

But once he does, it's
one-stop shopping for this guy.

This car becomes an abduction vehicle

and a dumping site.

According to missing person's reports,

he holds onto them for about a week.

Do we know what he does
with them during that time?

Yes, unfortunately, we do.

And that information is on
your tablets in picture form,

and if you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna go to my happy place.

Huh.

Wow, this guy sure likes to cut, doesn't he?

Mostly shallow.

They could almost be
considered hesitation marks

except for the sheer number.

Yeah, M.E. puts the count
at nearly 50 per victim,

and the cause of death

is one final stab that's fatal.

Physical and psychological sadism.

They never know if the next cut
is the one that will kill them.

And the amount of urban decay in Detroit

gives him a lot of room to maneuver.

We need to stop him before
he takes another couple.

Oh, God.

Oh, God...

-Oh, God...
- It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay, just hang on.

- Just hang on.
- Why is he doing this to us?

I don't know, I don't... Shh.

Shh...

It's okay. Shh...

Shh...

Mary...

how can I help you?

Y-You have to take it out.

No, no.

No, you'll die.

Phillip...

It's time.

Thank you.

There we go.

Thank you.

No.

No!

"We are not the same
persons this year as last;

"nor are those we love.

"It is a happy chance if we, changing,

continue to love a changed person."

W. Somerset Maugham.

So we know this UnSub
uses the victims' own cars

as his dump site.

Technically, it's not a dump site.

It's a transportation disposal modality.

The point is, what does he
do once he abandons the car?

Walk?

Well, both cars were found

about 500 feet from public transportation.

He could catch a bus or a train.

But back to where?

His secondary location is
most likely in Detroit,

but both the couples he kidnapped

were from Grosse Pointe, which is one of

the most affluent communities
in all of America,

and it's only eight miles from downtown.

Well, then, he's probably
from Grosse Pointe, too.

To overwhelm two people at once,
he has to blend in.

It feels like the real question is,
"Why married couples?"

If he's a sadist,

having a witness to his torture

heightens his pleasure.

Israel Keyes kidnapped a
husband and wife at gunpoint,

got them in a car,
took them to a remote location,

and then killed the husband
in front of the wife.

Keyes was a sexual sadist, though.

This guy, I don't know.

Cutting a husband and wife to death, it's...

it's more like he's mocking
their marriage bond.

That's where my head's at.

"You took each other for better or worse.

Now I'm going to show you worse."

So his home life's probably a wreck.

At least one ex-wife,
not to mention his mom and dad.

All right, we need to
hit the ground running.

Reid, I want you working
on a geographic profile.

Blake, you and Rossi go to the
morgue and cover victimology.

JJ and Morgan, go look at the cars.

We need to understand

how he's gaining control of the victims.

Near as I can tell,
your guy cuts in a mirror pattern.

What he does to the husband,
he matches with the wife.

Except the wife had diagonal cuts downward

and the husband's were horizontal.

In their chest and torso, yeah.

That gives me a sense of
the attacker's height.

If the attacker's taller than the victim,

the knife will go down.

But if he's shorter, it'll go in straight.

So the UnSub's taller than the wife,

but shorter than the husband.

Wife's five-four, husband's five-eight.

So the UnSub's about five-seven.

Shrimpy guy-

Wait a minute, look at the first couple.

She was five-eleven, he was six-two.

But the cutting angle is the same.

Down on her, straight on him.

That doesn't work if the UnSub's five-seven.

The geometry's off.

I couldn't account for it.
Frankly, I was hoping you could.

All right.

Face me.

Put your right hand up.

I'm the wife, I'm five-four.

Stab me in the chest.

Bam.

But I do the same to you...

This is why he takes couples.

He wants them to hurt each other.

I posted extra patrols

around the transit stops like you requested.

Good.

And I gave Dr. Reid as
detailed a map of Detroit

and Grosse Pointe as I could.

So, we should be all right, then.

- Wow.
- What'd you find?

Well, date night is very
important to this UnSub.

He goes on dates?

No, but his victims do,
and the UnSub knows that.

Brian and Melissa Cain were abducted

on a Saturday night.

Their last known credit card purchase

was at an ice cream shop

they regularly frequent.

Paul and Elizabeth Garrett
had a standing matinee

they went to every Sunday.

They were abducted in the early evening,

most likely on the way to their car.

He stalks them and learns their routines.

Picks couples-oriented activities

as his moment to strike.

Seeing them happy could enrage him.

It gives him the upper hand.

They're focused on each other.

They don't see him coming.

Okay, okay, but how does he
get them both into the car?

"Get in the car or I'll kill your wife."

I could see that once, but twice?

Well, let's play it out.

All right.

I would sit in the front seat.

The UnSub would get in
the back with the wife.

He'd make the wife get in first.

It's just awkward.

There's too many variables.

He could lose control at any minute.

Somebody fights back or
the husband just waits

for the wife to get in
and then locks UnSub out.

Well, what if he was waiting inside the car?

It's dark, they're not paying attention.

Jimmies a door.

But that would leave a mark.

He didn't leave any marks.

All right, well,
let's go look at the other car.

Hey, JJ, wait a minute.

What?

The car didn't lock.

It beeped.

Yeah, it beeped.

It's not making that locking sound.

He's hacking the cars.

That's how he's getting in.

How we doing, baby girl?

We are doing terrible. We have another one.

My guys found the car 90 minutes ago.

Make and model tells them

it didn't belong in the neighborhood.

What are we, five miles
from the last crime scene?

Less.

What do you know about the victim?

Well, the car's registered
to Dennis Hammond.

This is his wife, Mary.

She was dumped alone.

He's off pattern.

What about the husband?

Did the UnSub have a shot at him?

Actually, your agents
are talking to him now.

Oh, God!

Uh, Mr. Hammond, if you want,
we can do this at the station.

No... no...

What do you need to know?

Can you explain why it
took you two days to file

a missing persons report on Mary?

I was traveling.

I didn't know.

You didn't check in with your wife?

We'd been fighting.

About what?

We have a standing Thursday night dinner

at our favorite restaurant.

Last Thursday, my boss told me

I had to stay in Cleveland
through the weekend.

But I didn't get around
to telling her that...

until later that night.

When she went to the restaurant by herself.

Yeah.

So, the victim was supposed to
meet her husband for date night,

and he never showed up.

So the UnSub wanted both, but only got one.

He's been patient and organized up to now.

Why wouldn't he wait?

Maybe one was enough.

No, he gets off on watching couples.

This UnSub wouldn't change
his MO without a reason.

We're missing a male victim.

Hi, honey, it's me.

I picked up your prescription
and now I'm on my way home.

I'll see you soon.

Hi.

Hi. Just... calling to check in.

What are you talking about?
You never check in here.

You're always too busy

when you're on a case to do any of that.

Well, today I am.

So...

how are you?

I'm fine.

You quit Doctors Without Borders,
didn't you?

- I did not!
- Just say it.

- I did not quit.
- Well, then what?

Come on. You're-You're killing me here.

I mean, the worst thing you can do

to a linguist is not communicate.

Alex...!

You knew that when we got engaged.

Alex, they offered me
the position at Harvard.

They did?

Yeah.

Decent hours, better pay.

What did you tell them?

I told them that I would only consider it

if they gave you a position
in the Linguistics Department.

And they said okay.

- They did?
- They did.

Now you understand why I was waiting for you

to come home so we could, you know,

celebrate this thing together?
This good thing.

It is. It's a very good thing.

It's just...

Not what you want.

Not right now.

It's taken me ten years to get here.

Not just to get to the BAU,

but to restore my reputation
inside the Bureau.

I know.

And the job comes first for both of us.

That was the deal.

Yeah, well, the deal also came
with veto power, remember?

One of us could always say,
"I want to be a couple again."

Alex...

I want to be a couple again.

Blake?

I-I gotta go. Let me think about it.

That means no.

No, no, it-it means let me think about it.

Love you.

What do you have?

Grosse Point PD got another

missing persons report-- Emma Churchill.

Married?

Her husband called it in.

Why doesn't this UnSub want men anymore?

The condition of Mary Hammond
is drastically different

-than the couples.
- Fewer cuts on her.

But he held her for a
shorter period of time.

It's not just quantity, it's quality.

The cuts are more superficial.

Like he's trying not to hurt her.

Until one final stab in the sternum.

She died quickly.

But that doesn't make sense.

The UnSub doesn't want to kill
her quickly; he's a sadist.

- Why would he do that?
- He wouldn't.

But whoever she was locked up with would.

Do you think there's another victim,

one that we didn't account for?

You asked why this UnSub doesn't want men.

It could be because he still has one.

Based on the ages of the victims,
we believe the UnSub is

a 30- to 40-year-old white
male from Grosse Pointe.

Up until now, he's been

an equal opportunity,
anger-retaliatory sadist.

Which is fancy talk for

"he hates the husbands
as much as the wives."

Most likely because his own marriage failed

in a humiliating way.

His wife left him for a man

she may be engaged or
even already married to.

But a major shift happened
with Mary Hammond.

He wasn't able to kidnap the husband,

but he needed someone to cut her.

So his MO was forced to evolve.

We believe he's abducted
the sixth victim-- a man--

probably someone who reminds
him of his own failed marriage.

And he's keeping Number Six alive

so he can repeat the process
with Emma Churchill.

Number Six could be a surrogate
for the ex-wife's new husband,

or actually be the new husband.

Which is why the fastest way

to find this UnSub is through
this most recent unknown victim.

We need missing persons reports for all men

in Grosse Pointe and Detroit
as soon as possible.

Even though Number Six was
forced to kill Mary Hammond,

he may find it easier to cross
that line with Emma Churchill.

What the hell...?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

I don't belong in here!

Is there anybody in there?

Hello?!

- Shut up.
- Hello?!

Shut up!

Do you want him to come in here?

Him who?

Him.

So, we didn't see the pattern

until we inspected Mary Hammond's car.

We know he hacks the remote; it's not hard.

It runs on a radio frequency.

And they're pretty easy to jam.

20 bucks at your local electronics store.

All right, so the victim
thinks she's locked her car...

...but she hasn't.

We thought that explained
his entire abduction MO.

Then Garcia ran a diagnostic on
this car's on board computer.

Hey. baby girl.

Take it away, mama.

Sir, this guy is creepy clever.

If I may direct your attention to the GPS.

Yeah, I'm looking at it right now.

All right, the map seems to be working fine.

When you drive, the map moves with you.

Let's see what happens if you
look up the driving history.

He covers his tracks,

so we can't find his secondary location.

Yeah, like I said, creepy clever.

And here's the diabolical part.

When I checked the software's
internal time stamp

to see when he turned it off,
it's the same on every car.

Three days before date night.

All right, thanks, Garcia.

Of course, of course.

So he breaks into the car
before the abductions.

Even his stalking's organized.

But in order to pull that off,
he needs access

to their cars without attracting attention.

We've already checked
garages and dealerships.

Nothing matched the service records.

Which means there's some target-rich

location where all the victims go.

They park, he hacks in--
we just don't know where.

Yes, this is SSA Aaron Hotchner.

I need to speak to the AG,
please, as soon as possible.

Yes sir, the BAU needs a
favor and we need it fast.

No, no, there's been some kind of mistake.

I didn't do anything wrong!

You can call my husband!

He... He's waiting for me!

Did he attack you in your car?

There was no mistake.

I've been in here long enough

to realize he doesn't make mistakes.

How long have you been here?

Is it Still April?

No.

It's May.

May?

He... He gives me clean
clothes and food but...

there's no schedule to it.

I can't keep track of the days.

Oh, my God...

What's your name?

Emma.

Hi, Emma.

I'm Phillip.

Begin.

What does that mean?

I just want you to know...

...I'm really sorry we have to do this.

Oh, my God.

Agent Hotchner, what you're asking for

is extremely sensitive.

We're asking for you to cooperate

with a federal investigation.

You-You're presuming that

the three different car companies

represented in this room

track our drivers via their GPS.

That's a bold presumption.

Actually, it's not bold,
and we're presuming nothing.

When customers access their
GPS for the first time,

they go to a terms and conditions screen.

They scroll to the bottom,

they click the box that says, "Agree,"

so they can start using it.

They don't realize

they've just agreed to allowing their car

to communicate its entire driving history

with your corporate headquarters.

Research purposes only, of course.

The only reason these people agree

to share this information with you

is because they don't take the
time to read the fine print.

But I do.

We'll, uh...

we'll need to consult with risk management.

We don't have time for lawyers.

A woman's life is on the line,
and we need an answer now.

I said,

"begin."

Emma, I have to come in there.

No.

No! Get away from me!

- Get away!
- Calm down.

Calm down.

It's not your turn.

It's-it's my turn.

Garcia, I don't get it.

Didn't the car companies
give you the same GPS data?

Yes, they did, but the metadata

has to be translated into
latitude and longitude,

which is like looking for
a needle in a needle-stack

in a field of needles.

Can you match the date?

We know he breaks into the cars

three days beforehand.

Well, that would imply

that there is a time stamp
on each of the numbers,

which there is not, thank you very much,

and forgive my tone, but I am frustrated.

Wait.

My mood is changing.

We may have a lotto here.

Ding. There is exactly one point

of common intersection for
each of the four cars.

And I am sending it to you now.

Want to take a field trip?

I don't get it.

Why here?

Access, maybe.

He knows the victims will be away

from their cars while they work out.

Hey, what if it's a stressor for him?

How so?

Maybe...

Maybe she left him for a guy like that.

He comes here to blow off steam, sees that,

only makes him angrier.

When the UnSub takes a closer look,

he sees she's wearing a ring.

So he follows her back to her car,

and he's picked his next victim.

And he's gotten to the point where

any husband and wife will do.

That's a lot of anger.

What do you mean, "it's your turn"?

Yeah, I mean you have...
you have to stab me.

- What? I'm not going to...
- Then he'll kill us both!

Now I'm gonna go sit down on your cot.

Is this some sort of trick?

No.

It's better if I sit,

in case I pass out.

You have until I count to three.

Ignore him and do what I say.

- One.
- Just do it. Right here.

- This is...
- It won't even hurt.

- Two.
- Look, okay?

- Just right here.
- Oh, God!

- Three.
- Please.

There, see, you did it.

- Do it again.
- What? No.

- Again.
- No!

No.

What's your husband's name?

Let go, let go.

My wife's name is Maya.

I say her name...

to remind myself why I'm still alive.

- Stop, please stop.
- What's his name, Emma?

Please, what's his name?

Say his name.

His name is John.

You're doing this for John.

No!

All right, so the UnSub's using
the track as his hunting ground.

Which means he found Number Six there, too.

And that victim would have pushed his button

in a special way.

You think he could be one of the trainers?

No, none of these missing men
are particularly athletic.

So a regular old fitness buff, then.

Worked out at the track,
just happened to talk

to the wrong UnSub.

Well, JJ and I like Phillip Connor.

This guy?

- Mm-hmm.
- How come?

Well, for starters,

his mother reported him missing

just after Mary Hammond disappeared.

And when I spoke to his mom,

she told me that he and
his wife Maya got engaged

while she was still married to another man.

That would push the UnSub's
buttons, all right.

Keep digging into Phillip Connor.

If he is Number Six,
then he'll lead us to the UnSub.

I'm gonna need one more.

Oh, yes.

So, you and John.

How'd you guys meet?

Um, I'd rather not say.

Yeah.

Might as well.

We're gonna be here a while.

Okay, you first.

When I started dating Maya...

she was already,

-you know...
- With somebody?

Married to somebody.

Oh.

It was awkward when we did

the whole round of "meet the friends."

They'd ask, "So, how did you guys meet?"

And we'd be like, "Well..."

It was a Christian dating Web site.

So you met online. What's the big...

I'm not Christian.

I'm Jewish.

Technically.

"Technically"?

Genetically,

but I've never set foot in a synagogue.

How'd you break that to John?

I haven't.

Yet.

Get back in your cell.

Don't.

Don't go.

It's okay.

We can still talk through the glass.

Come here.

Listen carefully.

There's a way out of here.

- Do you want me to...
- No.

You want to talk about what's bothering you?

No, nothing's bothering me.

Something's bothering you.

I can always tell when you're bothered,

because you whisper lyrics to yourself.

Hip-hop, specifically.

I thought it was odd at first,

but then I remembered your dissertation

was on the fluidity of metaphor.

You seem to have a
particular fondness for Nas.

Wow.

How did you know?

Morgan made me listen to him

when we started working together.

He said, "Anybody that
can't quote 'Illmatic'

is ignorant."

So...

do you want to talk about it?

Um... the text, it's from my husband.

Is that a bad thing?

He just wants to know if
I've thought about his offer.

What offer?

To teach with him at Harvard.

How would you teach...?

Oh.

Yeah.

Tough call. What do you
think you're gonna do?

When we got married, part of the attraction

was that we were both
obsessed with our work,

and for a while, that was okay.

Yeah, last time we talked about it,

you seemed to prefer it.

Well, not anymore.

I don't like going home

to an empty house.

- Can I offer some advice?
- Sure.

We need to turn around;
you just passed the house.

Oh.

That's not the advice, though.

Blake, for the last ten years,

this job has been my life.

And then, for a few months,

I had a taste of what you have.

So... work...

There's always work,

and there will always be work.

What's rare is finding
someone who makes us happy.

Yes, my son went to that track.

Did he ever talk about who he met there?

Maybe someone who took a particular interest

in him and Maya?

Mrs. Connor...?

He didn't go there to exercise.

He went there to watch Maya.

Why would he watch his own wife?

After they married,
Phillip started to get...

funny.

He kept saying to me,

"if she cheated with me,
she'll cheat on me, Mom."

Did she cheat on him?

No, but she had had enough.

They're not divorced,

but they are separated.

And I can't say I blame her.

My son is sick.

He enjoys being sick.

It makes people pay attention to him.

We need to talk to Maya as soon as possible.

Do you have her phone number?

Uh, yeah.

I-I'll go get my cell phone.

Wait.

Your son's sickness--

does he cut himself?

How-how-how did you know?

Emma... help me.

Let me in there.

Let me in!

Oh, God...

What did he do to you?

Punished me for helping you.

I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.

It's not your fault.

Okay?

It's not...

Cut him.

Leave him alone.

Cut him

or I'll kill you.

How can Number Six be the UnSub?

We profiled a sadist.

That all changed

when he had Mary Hammond alone.

He found something else that worked for him.

Guy's wife left him because he was a cutter.

So he took these women not because of sex,

but because of something better.

They validate his
obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Turn it into a shared bonding experience.

And he got to play two roles.

The UnSub who tortures and
the sympathetic prisoner.

So I just spoke with Phillip's

soon-to-be ex-wife-- according to her,

he lives in a day-rate motel.

He'd need more space and privacy than that.

I'm here, sir.

What do we know about Phillip
Connor's work history?

Uh, he freelanced in the area.

Mostly computer stuff that the car company

sub-contracted out to.

He needs infrastructure.

Something he could convert.

Garcia, what work site

sticks out as the biggest?

There's a microprocessor
plant in foreclosure.

Is that the kind of thing
you're looking for?

The clean rooms.

He could seal his prisoners in there

and no one would hear them scream.

They're gonna need a strategy.

If he's got abandonment issues,

he won't hesitate to kill Emma.

Unless we give him something

he wants even more.

Can you make that happen?

If I can't, it's gonna
be one hell of a bluff.

I'm gonna need your help.

What do I do?

You have to.

You'll die.

We don't have a choice.

No, we can fight.

We have the knife.

Nah, the woman before you tried that.

He waited until we were asleep and then...

- There has to be something...
- There is.

What?

I've been here so long.

I don't want to live like this anymore.

If you don't do it, he will.

And I don't want it to be him.

If you're gone, what will he do to me?

We could go together.

Clear.

There has to be another way.

No.

This guy thought of everything.

This is all we have left.

I could do you first.

I promise I'll make it quick.

- FBI!
- What?

- We're coming in!
- Oh, my God-- it's him, Emma.

Give me... give me the knife.

No, they said "FBI."

Emma!

Oh, my God, they found us!

It's gonna be...

No...

No...

- Hit it!
- Go, go, go!

Emma!

No!

- No!
- Shoot the glass.

Oh, God...

Put down the knife.

Drop your guns, or I'll gut her.

- Oh, God, help me.
- Phillip,

you don't want to do this.

You don't know what I want.

Actually, I do.

You want Maya, right?

You want her back.

I can arrange that.

You're lying.

I'm not.

She'll see you.

But for that to happen,
you have to put down the knife.

Bring her here.

You...

you want her here?

If what you say is true, I want to see her.

Okay.

I'm gonna check.

JJ, are you close?

Yeah.

Maya.

Oh, God, Phillip...

what did you do?

Maya... Maya...

you came.

Maya?

Is there something you want
to say to your husband?

I'm willing to talk.

But only if you let her go.

You...

Don't make me look at him again!

Maya... no!

Maya, wait.

Maya!

Maya...!

I love you!

There he is.

John.

You made up your mind, haven't you?

I'm happy for You

I'm home.

Honey?

James.

Hey.

Well?

Let's go visit Harvard.

Really?

You're gonna come?

On holidays.

And weekends.

Boston's closer than South Sandistan.

What happened to our veto power?

I know you want to be a couple again.

I want that, too.

But...

I need this job.

And one of the things that
made me fall in love with you

is that you understood that about me.

James, this is the hardest
decision I've ever had to make.

Hey.

Give me your hand.

I took you...

for better or worse.

And nothing...

...is ever gonna change that.

Right?

Right.