Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 8, Episode 7 - The Fallen - full transcript
The BAU travels to Santa Monica, California where three bodies, burned beyond recognition, in three separate incidents, have been found at the famous pier. After the autopsies, it is learned that the victims were stabbed to death, with the burning being a cover. When a fourth victim is discovered with a slightly different mode of death, they determine that the victims were all homeless who were trying to make a living on the street. In the process of the investigation, Rossi unexpectedly runs into an old colleague among the homeless. For Rossi, finding the unsub thus becomes as much part of his regular job as it is as a means of repaying his old colleague, who refuses Rossi's help to clean up his life.
[Guitar playing]
♪ You're not alone,
together we stand ♪
♪ I'll be by your side,
you know I'll take your hand ♪
♪ and when it gets cold
and it feels like the end ♪
♪ there's no place to go,
you know I won't give in ♪
♪ No, I won't give in
♪ Keep holding on
♪ 'cause you know we'll make it
through, make it through ♪
♪ Just stay strong
♪ 'cause you know I'm here
for you, I'm here for you ♪
♪ nothing you can say
♪ nothing you can do
♪ There's no other way
when it comes to the truth ♪
♪ so keep holding on
♪ 'cause you know
we'll make it through ♪
♪ we'll make it through
♪ So far away,
I wish you were here ♪
♪ before it's too late,
this could all disappear ♪
♪ before the doors close
Thanks.
♪ And it comes to an end
♪ with you by my side
I will fight and defend ♪
♪ I'll fight and defend
♪ Yeah, yeah
♪ Keep holding on
♪ 'cause you know we'll make it
through, make it through... ♪
[Engine revs]
Aah!
Oh!
[Telephone rings]
David Rossi.
David, I just finished
the manuscript.
You are a crime novel artiste.
The Butcher returns.
The Piano Man sings.
The Queen of Diamonds
is Lady X. Wow.
The new book is absolutely
fantabulous, my friend.
It's compelling, captivating...
But...
It's incomplete.
Where is the dedication page?
I didn't think you'd notice.
I'm paid to notice.
Well, I haven't decided.
Well, hurry, would you?
We're ready to go to print.
Uh... I'll get right on it.
Today.
By the end of the week,
Amanda.
I've still got my day job.
Ah, yes.
Lives to save,
adventures to live.
I get it!
You really don't.
Someone is heating things up
in Santa Monica
and they are not sharing
the sunblock.
3 charred bodies have shown up
at the pier in the last week.
M.E. cannot identify
the victims.
She can tell us
that two are male
and the latest victim
is a female.
Well, if he's crossing
gender lines,
we can probably rule out
sexual assault.
Was the coroner able to determine
the exact cause of death?
No. The results
were inconclusive,
but my money
is on the obvious.
It might not be that simple.
If the unsub's connected
to the victims,
burning the bodies might be
an attempt to mask their identity.
Or he's sophisticated enough
to know the fire will eliminate
the evidence
of his murder rituals.
This takes time.
If he's burning his victims
while they're alive,
it's not just sadistic.
He's patient.
And organized. He'd need
access to materials
necessary for burning
a human body
and a space to do so
undetected.
Has anyone
been reported missing?
Nobody that's a match.
I'm running dental records
in there right now, though.
Then the problem is we're
not even sure the victims are local.
That pier is a popular
photo op.
He could be hunting tourists.
Or warning them away.
He's dropping the bodies
where they can be found
quickly.
He's also accelerating
his attacks.
He's gone from a 4-day
cooling off period
to only two days
between kills.
It's all part of his plan.
We need to stop him
before he makes it one.
♪ Criminal Minds 8x07 ♪
The Fallen
Original Air Date on November 14, 2012
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♪
Rossi: "You never find yourself
until you face the truth."
Pearl Bailey.
This guy's putting bodies
on display
and staging their discovery
to make an impact.
Oh, he wants
to be noticed,
either for his handiwork
or because he lacks
recognition
in his everyday life.
He shows no signs of remorse
for his crimes.
His message is more important
than human life.
He might not even see
these people as being human.
Is it just me or does this
feel territorial?
I think you're right.
For some reason,
the pier is very
important to him.
Forget flossing those
pearlies, my B.A.-Utes,
'cause thanks to two
fillings,
an underage drinking charge,
and a very effective
M.A.D.D. Organization,
I have been able to identify
the latest victim
of this person barbecuer
as Lindsay Leeman,
from Edina, Minnesota.
She was only 19 years of age.
Her file's on your tablets.
It says here she's only been
in Santa Monica a couple months.
Yeah, it doesn't look like
she had a job,
'cause according
to bank records,
her mom's been sending her
$250 a month.
Ok, so how does she afford
an Ocean Avenue address
on such little income?
Was she making money
under the table?
Not that she was
depositing, anyway.
Cell phone records
show her texting
up until 7:00 last night.
This unsub's
incredibly efficient.
He was able to abduct, murder,
and dispose of Lindsay's body
in under 12 hours.
Wait, there's something else.
All her communications
are to Minnesota numbers.
There's not one
from California.
So she lived somewhere two months
and didn't make any friends?
I thought that only
happened to me.
Garcia, any luck identifying
the other victims?
No. Apparently fire's
my Kryptonite.
But I'll keep searching.
So what's he trying to say?
Get out or this
could be you?
Maybe.
It's a pretty public area.
He's gotta be dumping late at night.
Well, he blends in
when he does.
Santa Monica police increased
patrol after the second body,
yet he still manages
to dump Lindsay here.
This guy's getting smarter
or he's got insider knowledge.
We should take a look
at first responders.
You know, his rage might not
be directed at tourists.
If the bodies are found and
removed prior to morning rush hour,
then most of them might
not even have a chance
to see his work.
Then who would?
[Cell phone rings]
Hotchner.
Sir, I noticed something odd.
There aren't any utilities
listed in Lindsay Leeman's name,
so I ran the address, and it turns out
it is not a residence,
it's a private mail center.
Did her family know
where she was staying?
No, the apartment number
Lindsay gave her family
corresponds to the mailbox
at the center.
Her mom had no idea
it wasn't a home.
All right, her mother's on the way
to Los Angeles to claim the body.
Yeah, she just got to LAX.
I rerouted her to you.
Ok. Thanks.
There isn't much left.
Were you able
to determine
if the victims died
of immolation?
An examination of the lungs
indicates Lindsay didn't
breathe in smoke.
So she was dead before
being set on fire.
Same as the others.
So how is he killing them?
I was able to isolate penetrating
lacerations to the abdomen.
Blake: They were stabbed.
They most likely died
of exsanguination as a result.
So the burning is nothing more than
a forensic countermeasure.
An effective one.
Not only does it destroy
trace evidence,
but it makes it difficult
to identify the bodies
and determine
a common victimology.
Hopefully Lindsay's mother
can fill in the gaps.
Why did she lie about
where she was living?
That's what we're trying
to figure out.
Did Lindsay know anyone
in Los Angeles
before she moved here?
No, she was on her own.
Alone.
That's very brave.
She was fearless.
Her dad died
when she was young,
so she learned to be
independent
earlier than most.
Why did she leave home?
She was chasing her dream.
So she was performing
locally?
All the time.
Anywhere
she could draw a crowd.
Usually the pier.
Did she mention meeting
someone new?
Anyone who was
offering her work?
I was sending her money
until she got settled.
If she needed more...
Where was my daughter
living, Agent Hotchner?
So Lindsay's mother took out
a second mortgage
so she could send cash
to her here, but the problem is--
Money doesn't go quite as far
in California as it does in Minnesota.
Exactly. And Lindsay
must have known
that her mother would
be worried about her,
so she told her that
she found an apartment
or order to relieve
the financial stress.
You think she was living here?
Well, they don't
charge any rent.
[Indistinct chatter]
Excuse me. We're looking
for Sarah Mapes.
Who's asking?
I'm Aaron Hotchner.
This is David Rossi.
We're with the FBI.
What do you need, Aaron?
We're investigating
homicides
that have taken place
in the area in the last week.
They called the FBI in
over a couple of burnt bodies?
What happened?
One of them a doctor?
One of them was
a 19-year-old girl.
[Gasps] Lindsay.
What can you tell us
about her?
She comes here now and then.
Always singing for everybody.
Made me promise to vote for her
if she ever made it on TV.
You telling me she's dead?
I'm afraid so.
That's a damn shame.
I'll be right back.
Always the young ones.
Excuse me. Sir?
Sergeant Scott?
[Rock song playing]
Lock it up, Marines!
- You got a death wish, Marine?
- No, Sergeant!
In that case, Private Rossi,
you might want
to put your helmet on
before the Viet Cong
decide to paint your face red.
There's a war going on
here, marines.
The sooner you start
acting like it,
the sooner you start
making it to tomorrow.
And you, what's
your name, Marine?
Private First Class
Hernandez!
Well, Private
First Class Hernandez,
seems like you landed
in some sunny resort.
That's the only
reason I can think
why you wouldn't be wearing
your flak jacket!
Sorry, Sergeant!
Sorry don't cut it
out here, marines.
Sorry get you dead.
And if you're dead,
I have to carry your ass
back here
so we can mail y'all
to your mama
in a big wooden box.
Now, do you think
I want scoliosis?
All: No, Sergeant!
Eyes front, Marine.
Sergeant.
Take a good look, marines.
This is what war is.
You follow my orders,
you just make it out of here alive.
There's no second
chances out here.
We either win or we die.
Understand?!
Yes, Sergeant!
Now fall out!
Dave Rossi.
It's been a while.
Too long.
How did you know
it was me?
Recognized you
from your book cover.
You read my books?
I thumbed through
one or two.
I didn't know
you were out here.
Yeah, I figured I'd get me
some of those California girls.
And did you?
Once or twice.
But after my last divorce,
I figured, uh,
marriage just wasn't
my thing.
Yeah, tell me about it.
It's good seeing you.
I got to go.
No, no. Let me give you
my card.
I can't believe
I ran into you like this.
Look, we gotta
get together. You could--
Hey, man--
hey, whoa.
Easy, buddy.
Just want to see if
you'd like a portrait.
Already got it started.
See?
It looks just like you.
[Gasping]
No.
[Whimpering]
[Crying out]
If Lindsay
was a transient,
it makes sense that the
other victims could be, too.
This area of Santa Monica
has a heavy homeless population.
That explains why Garcia
had trouble matching dental records.
Regular office visits
aren't a priority
for people who live
on the streets.
He's been shaven clean
and left exposed.
This is a complete
change in M.O.
Yeah, and look at his skin.
It looks like chemical burns.
It smells like bleach.
That's an evolution,
but why?
Was the fire drawing
too much attention,
or does the chemical burn
fulfill another purpose?
He's got ligature marks
on his wrists.
He couldn't fight back
while the unsub burned him.
Changed his dumping
ground, too.
In sight of a homeless
shelter?
If he wasn't clear before,
he certainly is now.
His face and prints
are intact.
We should be able to I.D.
him faster than the others.
Maybe that's intentional.
His name's Jeremy.
Give me a second.
Excuse me.
Please.
You recognize him?
He worked the Boardwalk.
He was a artist.
You sure?
Thank you.
This helps.
Look--
You don't have to say it.
It depends on what
I was gonna say.
You were going to apologize for
walking away yesterday. Don't.
Last time I saw you,
you were unconscious,
on your way home
with a concussion
and a shrapnel wound
in your arm.
I've still got the scar.
What happened?
You remember Danny James,
PFC from Iowa,
was 19 years old?
You remember what they
did to him over there?
He was captured
outside Hue, I think.
They held him
for 3 nights.
No eyes. No ears.
No arms.
But he was still alive.
You remember why
they did that to him?
Hell, you were the first
one to figure it out.
Fear. They were trying
to scare us.
Same thing's happening here.
Now, these people
are here to help us.
They got work to do,
so everybody listen up.
The guy we're looking for
is hunting the homeless.
He seems to be
most active at night.
We believe that this
unknown subject, or unsub,
is trying to make a social
or a political statement
by targeting
the homeless community.
He's evolved from obliterating
his victims with fire
to wanting them
to be identified
while still
depersonalizing them.
Listen, this guy's
burning people with bleach.
He's trying to scare you.
And the shaving of
the heads is most likely
another way he can
humiliate his victims.
This unsub has a method
of transportation
and the facilities to bleach
and burn his victims.
He dumps the bodies prior
to the morning commute,
so he could have
a day job.
You need to be
hypervigilant
and look after
one another.
Sleep in groups
and in shifts.
How will we know
it's him?
You might not.
This guy blends in.
JJ: He's probably a local,
someone who feels wronged
by members of your community.
Reid: He does not draw
attention to himself,
and he's meticulous
in his planning.
The fact that he's now dumping
the bodies away from the pier
means he's probably aware
of our investigation
and that this is far
from over.
We need to increase the police
presence on the street.
This guy is smart.
We have to be smarter.
Thanks for your help today.
We couldn't have reached out
like this on our own.
These people trust you.
Your training paid off.
Thanks to you.
I did my job.
No, you did
a lot more than that.
I was a screw-up
and you knew it.
Well, maybe at first,
but you showed potential.
Fall back! Fall back!
Fall back! Fall back now!
Fall back, marines!
Fall back!
That's an order!
Fall back!
Fall back!
Aah!
Uhh!
[Screaming]
Hernandez!
Take cover, Rossi!
Pull back! That's an order!
But what about Hernandez?
Leave no man behind,
Sergeant!
Pull back! That's an order!
Rossi, you cover this position
and cover Hernandez!
I don't know if I can,
Sergeant!
You can and you will.
Where are you going?! Wait!
Sergeant! Sergeant!
[Gasping]
[Screaming]
Look, we're staying
just a few blocks from here.
Why don't you come back
with me?
I can get you a room.
This is my home, David.
This is no way
for a war hero to live.
You know how many veterans
are on the street?
Too many.
More every day.
It's not glamorous,
but... it's me.
No, it's not.
You think after 40 years,
you know a damn thing about me?
How long have you
lived like this?
I worked construction
for a while,
but no one wants
an old man on the job
when they can get somebody
younger and cheaper.
How long?
A year.
Maybe 5.
It's hard to keep track
without a watch.
Then let me help you.
If I had wanted your help,
I would have asked for it.
Could the fire have
destroyed evidence of bleach
on the previous victims?
Chemical residue would have
turned up in the autopsies.
So we were right. He changed M.O.
to perfect his message.
He changed something
else, too.
I found bleach
in Jeremy's lungs.
The unsub drowned him.
The first victims
were incinerated postmortem.
Why torture now?
He's starting to enjoy
the kills.
So as he fine-tunes
his methodology,
he's also fine-tuning
what gets him off.
Well, he managed to bleach
Jeremy inside and out.
This could be about cleanliness.
Or cleansing.
The socioeconomic kind.
He's trying to eradicate
the homeless.
Need a blanket?
Thanks, I've got one
that's all right.
If you want to, check with some of
the younger kids first.
Already taken care of.
Why don't you come with me?
I can give you a shower
and a warm bed.
I'm not a prostitute.
I didn't say you were.
I just thought I could
help you with your problem.
And what is my problem?
Your disease.
Don't have a disease.
- Yes, you do.
- No, I don't!
I'm going to rid you of it
once and for all.
Leave her alone!
[Grunting]
No! Let me go! Help!
[Tires screech]
Did you find her?
Not yet.
I had that son of a bitch
right in my hands,
I let him get away!
A few less drinks
might have helped.
What the hell
are you talking about?
I think saying age put you
on the streets is a copout.
Don't you lecture me,
Rossi.
What did booze cost you first?
Your home? Your job?
Or maybe one of your wives.
This wasn't my fault!
I'm not saying that it was.
I tried to save Sarah!
I couldn't!
So now you're giving up.
There's nothing else
I can do.
Yes, there is.
Help me to help her.
Now, I want you to relax
and focus.
What's the point of this?
I told you.
It's a cognitive interview.
Many times our subconscious
picks up on details
our conscious mind's
not aware of.
A marine more so.
It's been a long time
since I was active, Dave.
The instinct never goes away.
Now, close your eyes.
Oh, yes, sir.
Take yourself back
to that night.
Put yourself in the alley.
It's dark.
You're getting ready for bed.
Something caught
your attention.
What is it?
And what is my problem?
Sarah's voice.
All right. But you must have
heard her voice a hundred times.
What made it stick out?
Don't have a disease.
She's afraid.
Can you see why?
All right,
what else stuck out?
Any distinctive odors?
I'm not sure.
It smells like a hospital.
Whatever it is,
it's out of place.
Focus on that smell.
Let it draw you
into the conversation.
...blanket?
Thanks, I've got one
that's all right.
If you want to, check with
some of the younger kids.
Scott: I see him.
Describe him to me.
Why don't you come with me?
I--I can't make him out.
He's standing in the shadows.
Blue collar? Clean-cut?
Jeans and a button-down shirt.
Can you see his face?
It's too dark.
Ok, let's go back
to the clothes.
We follow them down
to his hands.
Is he wearing a wedding ring?
He's wearing gloves.
Medical gloves?
Work gloves?
Driving gloves.
Are there any other
distinctive smells?
Did he leave
his car running?
Gasoline.
Older model Ford.
Yeah, the engine
is still running.
It's a Mustang, I think.
Can you see
the license plate?
I'm lying on the ground.
He's--he's taking her
to the car!
He's coming right at me!
The plate is right in front of you!
Tell me what it says.
I can't see it.
Yes, you can.
You can do this.
- "J"!
- Yeah, go ahead.
"W"!
Go on! Go on!
"D"!
That's all I got.
Rossi...
You gotta find her.
I can't lose another one.
Another one?
Try and get some rest.
Factoring in a 2-mile
comfort zone
mixed with Mustang
registries
and a JWD partial,
I come up with squat.
He probably stole
the plates, Garcia.
Run Mustang registries
from that area
and focus on the ones
manufactured prior to the 1980s.
Uh, I've got 10 possibilities.
Well, I doubt this guy
could maintain a steady relationship.
Eliminate any vehicles
registered to women.
Only knocks off 2.
We got 8 more to go, folks.
All right, what are
their occupations?
Uh, ad exec,
a teacher, a waiter...
Whoa, I got a firefighter.
Well, that would definitely
explain this guy's proficiency at burning.
And he would know the layout of
the street cameras to avoid detection.
Garcia, does this firefighter
have any relationship
to the homeless community?
Let's see...
Chad Mills--third generation
firefighter.
He saved 6 homeless people
from an electrical fire
that destroyed the warehouse
they were squatting in.
9 others died in the blaze.
That's not a coincidence.
Why didn't he come up in
the search of first responders.
Because he isn't one
anymore.
He left the department
two months ago.
Just before
the murders started.
Garcia--
sending you his address now.
[Muffled cries]
Unh! Unh!
[Gasping]
[Choking, coughing]
Clear!
He was just here.
I need medical.
I'm going around back.
He couldn't
have gotten far.
Let's go.
[Gasping]
Try not to talk, Sarah.
Help's on the way.
This will coat your throat
and help dilute the bleach.
Get in!
Hotch:
What's the status on Mills?
Mills is missing.
We don't have him.
I repeat, Mills is gone.
[Siren]
[Engine starts]
Uhh... Unh!
You ruined everything.
Come on.
I should have
seen this coming.
Rossi, you couldn't have known
he'd circle back for Scott.
What you need?
Garcia, give us everything
you have on Chad Mills.
Blake: No dust.
Nothing out of sorts.
His clothes are organized
by color.
You know, this speaks
to clear signs of OCD behavior.
Sarah had some sort
of gel in her hair.
I want to try to find
the source.
What is it?
Quell, a medical-grade
disinfectant.
His OCD may manifest
in extreme germaphobia.
That must be why
he shaved Jeremy's head.
There wasn't any sign
of disinfectant until today, though.
But it might have been eliminated
by the bleach and the fire.
Guys, fire, bleach, quell--
these are all forms of sterilization.
So you think the burning
might be incidental?
If he's socioeconomically
cleansing the streets,
he could be treating
the homeless population
like an infection.
To him they're a virus.
And he's the cure.
I figured out why Mills
left the fire department.
He was forced out
because he contracted
a drug-resistant
strain of tuberculosis.
How did he get it,
you ask?
Two of the squatters he saved
from that burning warehouse
were infected.
Theory is he caught it through
close, unprotected contact.
That's a hell of a trigger.
He blames the homeless
community for getting him sick.
Combine that trauma with an
OCD germaphobe and what do you get?
A serial killer who thinks
he can stop the spread of TB
by killing
an entire population.
The same way the victims
of the plague were burned.
Well, now he's on the run
and he can't go back home,
so where
would he take Scott?
Back to where
his trauma originated.
Garcia, give us the address
of the warehouse fire.
[Gasping and shouting]
Careful.
You gonna get me wet.
I'm gonna burn you alive.
That's a first for me.
Don't go out of your way
on my account.
You ruined my mission.
Your mission?
You fightin'
the wrong war, son.
I am not your son!
That the best you got?
[Coughing]
What's the matter?
You sick?
You should recognize
the signs.
It was your kind
who did this to me.
My kind?
Yeah.
I was going to matter.
You still can, Chad.
Come any closer
and I burn him.
You don't want
to do that.
And you don't want to shoot.
Otherwise we'll both go up.
That's pretty brave
what you did,
running into that fire
on your own.
Yeah? Look how that turned out.
I don't know, if you ask me,
I say it was pretty stupid.
- Stupid?
- Yeah, that's right.
You went in without
protective gear.
Looks like maybe you were
trying to prove something.
Third-generation fireman.
What's there to prove?
It's in his genes.
Quite a legacy
to try to live up to.
But you just wanted to be
the best, didn't you.
I am the best!
Guess we'll never know
for sure.
My whole life, I knew
I was gonna be a fireman.
That I would matter!
You do matter, Chad.
Everyone matters.
Not him! He doesn't.
That man is a marine.
He risked his life
to protect us.
You telling me
that doesn't matter?
He's right, Dave.
What?
He drops that lighter,
this whole place
goes up in flames.
I don't want y'all caught
in the crossfire because of me.
It's time to fall back.
I'm not leaving you
behind.
That's an order, Marine!
Ok, we're falling back.
What you gonna do now?
Guess it's time
to finish this.
You're not getting out
of this place alive.
I didn't say I was.
Do I get any last words?
No one wants to hear them
'cause no one cares if you die.
That's where you're wrong.
What are you doing?
I'm gonna burn this place down!
Don't do it!
[Screaming]
[Sirens]
Thank you.
So, that was quite
a stunt you pulled in there.
I knew you'd get
the message.
Figured that was my best chance
not to go down with him.
So you bet your life
on the BAU.
I bet my life on you.
Do you know why
I joined the FBI?
If you say--
Because of you.
You could say
the Corps changed me,
or the war.
But it was you
who made me honest.
So, please,
be honest with me now.
What are you running from?
You remember how you got
that scar in the first place?
Of course I do.
Perez,
cover our right flank.
Hernandez, our left.
Mattheson,
I need you on point.
[Click]
Damn.
Everyone, stand back!
How bad, Sergeant?
Hernandez, I need you
to take the troops back
to our last position.
Sergeant?
Any movement
and this whole field lights up.
Now move the men back.
Yes, Sergeant.
You better go, too, Sergeant.
Can't do that, son.
Leave no one behind.
Don't die 'cause if screwed up.
Who said anything
about dying?
We're at the end
of the chain.
We can use that ditch
for cover.
We'll never make it.
On my count.
3...
2...
1!
That blast
gave you a concussion.
When you regained
consciousness,
you were already
on your way home.
Next thing I knew,
I was in the hospital
getting ready
to rotate home.
And I was receiving
a commendation
for heroic bravery.
Huh.
And you deserved it.
Not a lot of people
would have done that.
No.
But someone did more.
Hernandez, I need you
to take the troops back
to our last position.
Sergeant?
Any movement
and this whole field lights up.
Now move the men back.
Yes, Sergeant.
Hernandez, what are you doing?
Push 'em through.
I got work to do.
On my count.
We'll never make it.
3...
2...
1!
Aah!
Hernandez?
But why?
Why did he do it?
Or why did
I take credit?
Both.
The short answer is...
I was ordered to.
We were fighting that
P.R. war back home.
The government
needed a face,
a living face,
to parade around,
to solicit support
for a unpopular war.
I was chosen.
And Hernandez?
He was paying a debt.
He was being a marine.
He died
so that we could live.
And you couldn't tell anyone.
Come with me.
Where?
To honor our dead.
Rossi: "I am not concerned
that you have fallen.
I am concerned
that you will rise."
Abraham Lincoln.
[Applause]
Your grandfather
was a hero, son.
Thank you, sir.
He saved both of our lives.
You know, it's time you let yourself
off the hook, Sergeant.
You did your duty.
This country owes you
for your service.
Oh, no. It doesn't
owe me anything.
I had a feeling
you'd say that.
But they're gonna
help you anyway.
You know what this place is?
It's called New Directions.
It's an outreach center
dedicated to help vets
land on their feet.
Welcome home, Marine.
Semper Fi.
Hoo-rah.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪ 18 and called for duty
♪ to God and country
♪ and fellow man...
Rossi: This book is dedicated
to Sergeant Harrison Scott
and Private First Class
Anthony Hernandez,
two men who saved me
so I could save others."
♪ Bloody grains of sand
♪ won't you fly home
♪ my sweet angel
♪ from sea to shining sea
♪ You're not alone,
together we stand ♪
♪ I'll be by your side,
you know I'll take your hand ♪
♪ and when it gets cold
and it feels like the end ♪
♪ there's no place to go,
you know I won't give in ♪
♪ No, I won't give in
♪ Keep holding on
♪ 'cause you know we'll make it
through, make it through ♪
♪ Just stay strong
♪ 'cause you know I'm here
for you, I'm here for you ♪
♪ nothing you can say
♪ nothing you can do
♪ There's no other way
when it comes to the truth ♪
♪ so keep holding on
♪ 'cause you know
we'll make it through ♪
♪ we'll make it through
♪ So far away,
I wish you were here ♪
♪ before it's too late,
this could all disappear ♪
♪ before the doors close
Thanks.
♪ And it comes to an end
♪ with you by my side
I will fight and defend ♪
♪ I'll fight and defend
♪ Yeah, yeah
♪ Keep holding on
♪ 'cause you know we'll make it
through, make it through... ♪
[Engine revs]
Aah!
Oh!
[Telephone rings]
David Rossi.
David, I just finished
the manuscript.
You are a crime novel artiste.
The Butcher returns.
The Piano Man sings.
The Queen of Diamonds
is Lady X. Wow.
The new book is absolutely
fantabulous, my friend.
It's compelling, captivating...
But...
It's incomplete.
Where is the dedication page?
I didn't think you'd notice.
I'm paid to notice.
Well, I haven't decided.
Well, hurry, would you?
We're ready to go to print.
Uh... I'll get right on it.
Today.
By the end of the week,
Amanda.
I've still got my day job.
Ah, yes.
Lives to save,
adventures to live.
I get it!
You really don't.
Someone is heating things up
in Santa Monica
and they are not sharing
the sunblock.
3 charred bodies have shown up
at the pier in the last week.
M.E. cannot identify
the victims.
She can tell us
that two are male
and the latest victim
is a female.
Well, if he's crossing
gender lines,
we can probably rule out
sexual assault.
Was the coroner able to determine
the exact cause of death?
No. The results
were inconclusive,
but my money
is on the obvious.
It might not be that simple.
If the unsub's connected
to the victims,
burning the bodies might be
an attempt to mask their identity.
Or he's sophisticated enough
to know the fire will eliminate
the evidence
of his murder rituals.
This takes time.
If he's burning his victims
while they're alive,
it's not just sadistic.
He's patient.
And organized. He'd need
access to materials
necessary for burning
a human body
and a space to do so
undetected.
Has anyone
been reported missing?
Nobody that's a match.
I'm running dental records
in there right now, though.
Then the problem is we're
not even sure the victims are local.
That pier is a popular
photo op.
He could be hunting tourists.
Or warning them away.
He's dropping the bodies
where they can be found
quickly.
He's also accelerating
his attacks.
He's gone from a 4-day
cooling off period
to only two days
between kills.
It's all part of his plan.
We need to stop him
before he makes it one.
♪ Criminal Minds 8x07 ♪
The Fallen
Original Air Date on November 14, 2012
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪
Rossi: "You never find yourself
until you face the truth."
Pearl Bailey.
This guy's putting bodies
on display
and staging their discovery
to make an impact.
Oh, he wants
to be noticed,
either for his handiwork
or because he lacks
recognition
in his everyday life.
He shows no signs of remorse
for his crimes.
His message is more important
than human life.
He might not even see
these people as being human.
Is it just me or does this
feel territorial?
I think you're right.
For some reason,
the pier is very
important to him.
Forget flossing those
pearlies, my B.A.-Utes,
'cause thanks to two
fillings,
an underage drinking charge,
and a very effective
M.A.D.D. Organization,
I have been able to identify
the latest victim
of this person barbecuer
as Lindsay Leeman,
from Edina, Minnesota.
She was only 19 years of age.
Her file's on your tablets.
It says here she's only been
in Santa Monica a couple months.
Yeah, it doesn't look like
she had a job,
'cause according
to bank records,
her mom's been sending her
$250 a month.
Ok, so how does she afford
an Ocean Avenue address
on such little income?
Was she making money
under the table?
Not that she was
depositing, anyway.
Cell phone records
show her texting
up until 7:00 last night.
This unsub's
incredibly efficient.
He was able to abduct, murder,
and dispose of Lindsay's body
in under 12 hours.
Wait, there's something else.
All her communications
are to Minnesota numbers.
There's not one
from California.
So she lived somewhere two months
and didn't make any friends?
I thought that only
happened to me.
Garcia, any luck identifying
the other victims?
No. Apparently fire's
my Kryptonite.
But I'll keep searching.
So what's he trying to say?
Get out or this
could be you?
Maybe.
It's a pretty public area.
He's gotta be dumping late at night.
Well, he blends in
when he does.
Santa Monica police increased
patrol after the second body,
yet he still manages
to dump Lindsay here.
This guy's getting smarter
or he's got insider knowledge.
We should take a look
at first responders.
You know, his rage might not
be directed at tourists.
If the bodies are found and
removed prior to morning rush hour,
then most of them might
not even have a chance
to see his work.
Then who would?
[Cell phone rings]
Hotchner.
Sir, I noticed something odd.
There aren't any utilities
listed in Lindsay Leeman's name,
so I ran the address, and it turns out
it is not a residence,
it's a private mail center.
Did her family know
where she was staying?
No, the apartment number
Lindsay gave her family
corresponds to the mailbox
at the center.
Her mom had no idea
it wasn't a home.
All right, her mother's on the way
to Los Angeles to claim the body.
Yeah, she just got to LAX.
I rerouted her to you.
Ok. Thanks.
There isn't much left.
Were you able
to determine
if the victims died
of immolation?
An examination of the lungs
indicates Lindsay didn't
breathe in smoke.
So she was dead before
being set on fire.
Same as the others.
So how is he killing them?
I was able to isolate penetrating
lacerations to the abdomen.
Blake: They were stabbed.
They most likely died
of exsanguination as a result.
So the burning is nothing more than
a forensic countermeasure.
An effective one.
Not only does it destroy
trace evidence,
but it makes it difficult
to identify the bodies
and determine
a common victimology.
Hopefully Lindsay's mother
can fill in the gaps.
Why did she lie about
where she was living?
That's what we're trying
to figure out.
Did Lindsay know anyone
in Los Angeles
before she moved here?
No, she was on her own.
Alone.
That's very brave.
She was fearless.
Her dad died
when she was young,
so she learned to be
independent
earlier than most.
Why did she leave home?
She was chasing her dream.
So she was performing
locally?
All the time.
Anywhere
she could draw a crowd.
Usually the pier.
Did she mention meeting
someone new?
Anyone who was
offering her work?
I was sending her money
until she got settled.
If she needed more...
Where was my daughter
living, Agent Hotchner?
So Lindsay's mother took out
a second mortgage
so she could send cash
to her here, but the problem is--
Money doesn't go quite as far
in California as it does in Minnesota.
Exactly. And Lindsay
must have known
that her mother would
be worried about her,
so she told her that
she found an apartment
or order to relieve
the financial stress.
You think she was living here?
Well, they don't
charge any rent.
[Indistinct chatter]
Excuse me. We're looking
for Sarah Mapes.
Who's asking?
I'm Aaron Hotchner.
This is David Rossi.
We're with the FBI.
What do you need, Aaron?
We're investigating
homicides
that have taken place
in the area in the last week.
They called the FBI in
over a couple of burnt bodies?
What happened?
One of them a doctor?
One of them was
a 19-year-old girl.
[Gasps] Lindsay.
What can you tell us
about her?
She comes here now and then.
Always singing for everybody.
Made me promise to vote for her
if she ever made it on TV.
You telling me she's dead?
I'm afraid so.
That's a damn shame.
I'll be right back.
Always the young ones.
Excuse me. Sir?
Sergeant Scott?
[Rock song playing]
Lock it up, Marines!
- You got a death wish, Marine?
- No, Sergeant!
In that case, Private Rossi,
you might want
to put your helmet on
before the Viet Cong
decide to paint your face red.
There's a war going on
here, marines.
The sooner you start
acting like it,
the sooner you start
making it to tomorrow.
And you, what's
your name, Marine?
Private First Class
Hernandez!
Well, Private
First Class Hernandez,
seems like you landed
in some sunny resort.
That's the only
reason I can think
why you wouldn't be wearing
your flak jacket!
Sorry, Sergeant!
Sorry don't cut it
out here, marines.
Sorry get you dead.
And if you're dead,
I have to carry your ass
back here
so we can mail y'all
to your mama
in a big wooden box.
Now, do you think
I want scoliosis?
All: No, Sergeant!
Eyes front, Marine.
Sergeant.
Take a good look, marines.
This is what war is.
You follow my orders,
you just make it out of here alive.
There's no second
chances out here.
We either win or we die.
Understand?!
Yes, Sergeant!
Now fall out!
Dave Rossi.
It's been a while.
Too long.
How did you know
it was me?
Recognized you
from your book cover.
You read my books?
I thumbed through
one or two.
I didn't know
you were out here.
Yeah, I figured I'd get me
some of those California girls.
And did you?
Once or twice.
But after my last divorce,
I figured, uh,
marriage just wasn't
my thing.
Yeah, tell me about it.
It's good seeing you.
I got to go.
No, no. Let me give you
my card.
I can't believe
I ran into you like this.
Look, we gotta
get together. You could--
Hey, man--
hey, whoa.
Easy, buddy.
Just want to see if
you'd like a portrait.
Already got it started.
See?
It looks just like you.
[Gasping]
No.
[Whimpering]
[Crying out]
If Lindsay
was a transient,
it makes sense that the
other victims could be, too.
This area of Santa Monica
has a heavy homeless population.
That explains why Garcia
had trouble matching dental records.
Regular office visits
aren't a priority
for people who live
on the streets.
He's been shaven clean
and left exposed.
This is a complete
change in M.O.
Yeah, and look at his skin.
It looks like chemical burns.
It smells like bleach.
That's an evolution,
but why?
Was the fire drawing
too much attention,
or does the chemical burn
fulfill another purpose?
He's got ligature marks
on his wrists.
He couldn't fight back
while the unsub burned him.
Changed his dumping
ground, too.
In sight of a homeless
shelter?
If he wasn't clear before,
he certainly is now.
His face and prints
are intact.
We should be able to I.D.
him faster than the others.
Maybe that's intentional.
His name's Jeremy.
Give me a second.
Excuse me.
Please.
You recognize him?
He worked the Boardwalk.
He was a artist.
You sure?
Thank you.
This helps.
Look--
You don't have to say it.
It depends on what
I was gonna say.
You were going to apologize for
walking away yesterday. Don't.
Last time I saw you,
you were unconscious,
on your way home
with a concussion
and a shrapnel wound
in your arm.
I've still got the scar.
What happened?
You remember Danny James,
PFC from Iowa,
was 19 years old?
You remember what they
did to him over there?
He was captured
outside Hue, I think.
They held him
for 3 nights.
No eyes. No ears.
No arms.
But he was still alive.
You remember why
they did that to him?
Hell, you were the first
one to figure it out.
Fear. They were trying
to scare us.
Same thing's happening here.
Now, these people
are here to help us.
They got work to do,
so everybody listen up.
The guy we're looking for
is hunting the homeless.
He seems to be
most active at night.
We believe that this
unknown subject, or unsub,
is trying to make a social
or a political statement
by targeting
the homeless community.
He's evolved from obliterating
his victims with fire
to wanting them
to be identified
while still
depersonalizing them.
Listen, this guy's
burning people with bleach.
He's trying to scare you.
And the shaving of
the heads is most likely
another way he can
humiliate his victims.
This unsub has a method
of transportation
and the facilities to bleach
and burn his victims.
He dumps the bodies prior
to the morning commute,
so he could have
a day job.
You need to be
hypervigilant
and look after
one another.
Sleep in groups
and in shifts.
How will we know
it's him?
You might not.
This guy blends in.
JJ: He's probably a local,
someone who feels wronged
by members of your community.
Reid: He does not draw
attention to himself,
and he's meticulous
in his planning.
The fact that he's now dumping
the bodies away from the pier
means he's probably aware
of our investigation
and that this is far
from over.
We need to increase the police
presence on the street.
This guy is smart.
We have to be smarter.
Thanks for your help today.
We couldn't have reached out
like this on our own.
These people trust you.
Your training paid off.
Thanks to you.
I did my job.
No, you did
a lot more than that.
I was a screw-up
and you knew it.
Well, maybe at first,
but you showed potential.
Fall back! Fall back!
Fall back! Fall back now!
Fall back, marines!
Fall back!
That's an order!
Fall back!
Fall back!
Aah!
Uhh!
[Screaming]
Hernandez!
Take cover, Rossi!
Pull back! That's an order!
But what about Hernandez?
Leave no man behind,
Sergeant!
Pull back! That's an order!
Rossi, you cover this position
and cover Hernandez!
I don't know if I can,
Sergeant!
You can and you will.
Where are you going?! Wait!
Sergeant! Sergeant!
[Gasping]
[Screaming]
Look, we're staying
just a few blocks from here.
Why don't you come back
with me?
I can get you a room.
This is my home, David.
This is no way
for a war hero to live.
You know how many veterans
are on the street?
Too many.
More every day.
It's not glamorous,
but... it's me.
No, it's not.
You think after 40 years,
you know a damn thing about me?
How long have you
lived like this?
I worked construction
for a while,
but no one wants
an old man on the job
when they can get somebody
younger and cheaper.
How long?
A year.
Maybe 5.
It's hard to keep track
without a watch.
Then let me help you.
If I had wanted your help,
I would have asked for it.
Could the fire have
destroyed evidence of bleach
on the previous victims?
Chemical residue would have
turned up in the autopsies.
So we were right. He changed M.O.
to perfect his message.
He changed something
else, too.
I found bleach
in Jeremy's lungs.
The unsub drowned him.
The first victims
were incinerated postmortem.
Why torture now?
He's starting to enjoy
the kills.
So as he fine-tunes
his methodology,
he's also fine-tuning
what gets him off.
Well, he managed to bleach
Jeremy inside and out.
This could be about cleanliness.
Or cleansing.
The socioeconomic kind.
He's trying to eradicate
the homeless.
Need a blanket?
Thanks, I've got one
that's all right.
If you want to, check with some of
the younger kids first.
Already taken care of.
Why don't you come with me?
I can give you a shower
and a warm bed.
I'm not a prostitute.
I didn't say you were.
I just thought I could
help you with your problem.
And what is my problem?
Your disease.
Don't have a disease.
- Yes, you do.
- No, I don't!
I'm going to rid you of it
once and for all.
Leave her alone!
[Grunting]
No! Let me go! Help!
[Tires screech]
Did you find her?
Not yet.
I had that son of a bitch
right in my hands,
I let him get away!
A few less drinks
might have helped.
What the hell
are you talking about?
I think saying age put you
on the streets is a copout.
Don't you lecture me,
Rossi.
What did booze cost you first?
Your home? Your job?
Or maybe one of your wives.
This wasn't my fault!
I'm not saying that it was.
I tried to save Sarah!
I couldn't!
So now you're giving up.
There's nothing else
I can do.
Yes, there is.
Help me to help her.
Now, I want you to relax
and focus.
What's the point of this?
I told you.
It's a cognitive interview.
Many times our subconscious
picks up on details
our conscious mind's
not aware of.
A marine more so.
It's been a long time
since I was active, Dave.
The instinct never goes away.
Now, close your eyes.
Oh, yes, sir.
Take yourself back
to that night.
Put yourself in the alley.
It's dark.
You're getting ready for bed.
Something caught
your attention.
What is it?
And what is my problem?
Sarah's voice.
All right. But you must have
heard her voice a hundred times.
What made it stick out?
Don't have a disease.
She's afraid.
Can you see why?
All right,
what else stuck out?
Any distinctive odors?
I'm not sure.
It smells like a hospital.
Whatever it is,
it's out of place.
Focus on that smell.
Let it draw you
into the conversation.
...blanket?
Thanks, I've got one
that's all right.
If you want to, check with
some of the younger kids.
Scott: I see him.
Describe him to me.
Why don't you come with me?
I--I can't make him out.
He's standing in the shadows.
Blue collar? Clean-cut?
Jeans and a button-down shirt.
Can you see his face?
It's too dark.
Ok, let's go back
to the clothes.
We follow them down
to his hands.
Is he wearing a wedding ring?
He's wearing gloves.
Medical gloves?
Work gloves?
Driving gloves.
Are there any other
distinctive smells?
Did he leave
his car running?
Gasoline.
Older model Ford.
Yeah, the engine
is still running.
It's a Mustang, I think.
Can you see
the license plate?
I'm lying on the ground.
He's--he's taking her
to the car!
He's coming right at me!
The plate is right in front of you!
Tell me what it says.
I can't see it.
Yes, you can.
You can do this.
- "J"!
- Yeah, go ahead.
"W"!
Go on! Go on!
"D"!
That's all I got.
Rossi...
You gotta find her.
I can't lose another one.
Another one?
Try and get some rest.
Factoring in a 2-mile
comfort zone
mixed with Mustang
registries
and a JWD partial,
I come up with squat.
He probably stole
the plates, Garcia.
Run Mustang registries
from that area
and focus on the ones
manufactured prior to the 1980s.
Uh, I've got 10 possibilities.
Well, I doubt this guy
could maintain a steady relationship.
Eliminate any vehicles
registered to women.
Only knocks off 2.
We got 8 more to go, folks.
All right, what are
their occupations?
Uh, ad exec,
a teacher, a waiter...
Whoa, I got a firefighter.
Well, that would definitely
explain this guy's proficiency at burning.
And he would know the layout of
the street cameras to avoid detection.
Garcia, does this firefighter
have any relationship
to the homeless community?
Let's see...
Chad Mills--third generation
firefighter.
He saved 6 homeless people
from an electrical fire
that destroyed the warehouse
they were squatting in.
9 others died in the blaze.
That's not a coincidence.
Why didn't he come up in
the search of first responders.
Because he isn't one
anymore.
He left the department
two months ago.
Just before
the murders started.
Garcia--
sending you his address now.
[Muffled cries]
Unh! Unh!
[Gasping]
[Choking, coughing]
Clear!
He was just here.
I need medical.
I'm going around back.
He couldn't
have gotten far.
Let's go.
[Gasping]
Try not to talk, Sarah.
Help's on the way.
This will coat your throat
and help dilute the bleach.
Get in!
Hotch:
What's the status on Mills?
Mills is missing.
We don't have him.
I repeat, Mills is gone.
[Siren]
[Engine starts]
Uhh... Unh!
You ruined everything.
Come on.
I should have
seen this coming.
Rossi, you couldn't have known
he'd circle back for Scott.
What you need?
Garcia, give us everything
you have on Chad Mills.
Blake: No dust.
Nothing out of sorts.
His clothes are organized
by color.
You know, this speaks
to clear signs of OCD behavior.
Sarah had some sort
of gel in her hair.
I want to try to find
the source.
What is it?
Quell, a medical-grade
disinfectant.
His OCD may manifest
in extreme germaphobia.
That must be why
he shaved Jeremy's head.
There wasn't any sign
of disinfectant until today, though.
But it might have been eliminated
by the bleach and the fire.
Guys, fire, bleach, quell--
these are all forms of sterilization.
So you think the burning
might be incidental?
If he's socioeconomically
cleansing the streets,
he could be treating
the homeless population
like an infection.
To him they're a virus.
And he's the cure.
I figured out why Mills
left the fire department.
He was forced out
because he contracted
a drug-resistant
strain of tuberculosis.
How did he get it,
you ask?
Two of the squatters he saved
from that burning warehouse
were infected.
Theory is he caught it through
close, unprotected contact.
That's a hell of a trigger.
He blames the homeless
community for getting him sick.
Combine that trauma with an
OCD germaphobe and what do you get?
A serial killer who thinks
he can stop the spread of TB
by killing
an entire population.
The same way the victims
of the plague were burned.
Well, now he's on the run
and he can't go back home,
so where
would he take Scott?
Back to where
his trauma originated.
Garcia, give us the address
of the warehouse fire.
[Gasping and shouting]
Careful.
You gonna get me wet.
I'm gonna burn you alive.
That's a first for me.
Don't go out of your way
on my account.
You ruined my mission.
Your mission?
You fightin'
the wrong war, son.
I am not your son!
That the best you got?
[Coughing]
What's the matter?
You sick?
You should recognize
the signs.
It was your kind
who did this to me.
My kind?
Yeah.
I was going to matter.
You still can, Chad.
Come any closer
and I burn him.
You don't want
to do that.
And you don't want to shoot.
Otherwise we'll both go up.
That's pretty brave
what you did,
running into that fire
on your own.
Yeah? Look how that turned out.
I don't know, if you ask me,
I say it was pretty stupid.
- Stupid?
- Yeah, that's right.
You went in without
protective gear.
Looks like maybe you were
trying to prove something.
Third-generation fireman.
What's there to prove?
It's in his genes.
Quite a legacy
to try to live up to.
But you just wanted to be
the best, didn't you.
I am the best!
Guess we'll never know
for sure.
My whole life, I knew
I was gonna be a fireman.
That I would matter!
You do matter, Chad.
Everyone matters.
Not him! He doesn't.
That man is a marine.
He risked his life
to protect us.
You telling me
that doesn't matter?
He's right, Dave.
What?
He drops that lighter,
this whole place
goes up in flames.
I don't want y'all caught
in the crossfire because of me.
It's time to fall back.
I'm not leaving you
behind.
That's an order, Marine!
Ok, we're falling back.
What you gonna do now?
Guess it's time
to finish this.
You're not getting out
of this place alive.
I didn't say I was.
Do I get any last words?
No one wants to hear them
'cause no one cares if you die.
That's where you're wrong.
What are you doing?
I'm gonna burn this place down!
Don't do it!
[Screaming]
[Sirens]
Thank you.
So, that was quite
a stunt you pulled in there.
I knew you'd get
the message.
Figured that was my best chance
not to go down with him.
So you bet your life
on the BAU.
I bet my life on you.
Do you know why
I joined the FBI?
If you say--
Because of you.
You could say
the Corps changed me,
or the war.
But it was you
who made me honest.
So, please,
be honest with me now.
What are you running from?
You remember how you got
that scar in the first place?
Of course I do.
Perez,
cover our right flank.
Hernandez, our left.
Mattheson,
I need you on point.
[Click]
Damn.
Everyone, stand back!
How bad, Sergeant?
Hernandez, I need you
to take the troops back
to our last position.
Sergeant?
Any movement
and this whole field lights up.
Now move the men back.
Yes, Sergeant.
You better go, too, Sergeant.
Can't do that, son.
Leave no one behind.
Don't die 'cause if screwed up.
Who said anything
about dying?
We're at the end
of the chain.
We can use that ditch
for cover.
We'll never make it.
On my count.
3...
2...
1!
That blast
gave you a concussion.
When you regained
consciousness,
you were already
on your way home.
Next thing I knew,
I was in the hospital
getting ready
to rotate home.
And I was receiving
a commendation
for heroic bravery.
Huh.
And you deserved it.
Not a lot of people
would have done that.
No.
But someone did more.
Hernandez, I need you
to take the troops back
to our last position.
Sergeant?
Any movement
and this whole field lights up.
Now move the men back.
Yes, Sergeant.
Hernandez, what are you doing?
Push 'em through.
I got work to do.
On my count.
We'll never make it.
3...
2...
1!
Aah!
Hernandez?
But why?
Why did he do it?
Or why did
I take credit?
Both.
The short answer is...
I was ordered to.
We were fighting that
P.R. war back home.
The government
needed a face,
a living face,
to parade around,
to solicit support
for a unpopular war.
I was chosen.
And Hernandez?
He was paying a debt.
He was being a marine.
He died
so that we could live.
And you couldn't tell anyone.
Come with me.
Where?
To honor our dead.
Rossi: "I am not concerned
that you have fallen.
I am concerned
that you will rise."
Abraham Lincoln.
[Applause]
Your grandfather
was a hero, son.
Thank you, sir.
He saved both of our lives.
You know, it's time you let yourself
off the hook, Sergeant.
You did your duty.
This country owes you
for your service.
Oh, no. It doesn't
owe me anything.
I had a feeling
you'd say that.
But they're gonna
help you anyway.
You know what this place is?
It's called New Directions.
It's an outreach center
dedicated to help vets
land on their feet.
Welcome home, Marine.
Semper Fi.
Hoo-rah.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪ 18 and called for duty
♪ to God and country
♪ and fellow man...
Rossi: This book is dedicated
to Sergeant Harrison Scott
and Private First Class
Anthony Hernandez,
two men who saved me
so I could save others."
♪ Bloody grains of sand
♪ won't you fly home
♪ my sweet angel
♪ from sea to shining sea