Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 9, Episode 22 - Fatal - full transcript

This is such bull.

He's the one who ought
to be arrested, not me.

I thought you girls were paid
up front before the lap dance.

This guy looked good for it.

So he got his lap dance...

Yeah, two of them.

Good ones.

And then he paid you with postage stamps.

He said, "it's the same
as money."

Really? Try paying
rent with that.

That still doesn't mean you can kick a man



in his private parts,
Candy. That's assault.

Hey!
Watch it!

You want to go?
I got an emergency. I got an emergency.

Listen. Listen.

Look, you gotta help me.
Somebody's trying to kill me.

Yeah? Who's trying
to kill you?

Ok. Hey...

I got this.

There. Look at that.

Right there.

Look at it. See that?

"You have less than a day to live.

There is no way to
prevent the inevitable."

I found that in my mailbox out of the blue.



I'm not crazy.

How much have you had
to drink tonight, sir?

I can smell alcohol.

What are you talking about?

It's not important.

Look, um... I'm sorry. Just...

Can I stay here, uh, tonight,
just until the morning?

This isn't a motel.

Just go back home, calm down,
try to get some sleep.

[Screaming]

[Shouting]

[Grunting]

Mission accomplished, pal.

You're in for the night.

Heard some whacked-out
helped empty the garbage last night.

[Door buzzes open] You heard right.

Word is this guy wanted to be arrested?

Yeah, now he's gotta go see the judge.

Would've been cheaper
if he'd just gone to a motel.

[Door creaks]

Let's go. Rise and shine.

Damn it!

Get an ambulance!

[Gasping]

As my dear mother used to say,
a penny for your thoughts.

Hey.

Jack asked me to speak to his class

about being an FBI agent.

They're having career day.

Sounds like fun.

Come on. Every day
you strap on the six-shooter

and go after the bad guys.
The kids'll love it.

Oh, I know.
And I'm glad he asked.

It just, I'm a little worried about it

because I don't want it
to end up being difficult for him.

Because of what happened to Hailey.

One of the bad guys killed his mom.

And he's doing fine.
And we talk about it some,

but I just don't want this
to end up... hurting him.

You're a good dad, Aaron.

And I know you're doing
everything you can to help him.

And I also know you'll make
the right decision about this,

whatever it is.

Thanks.

Oh, I'm interrupting.

But we're ready.

Hotch: Thank you.

Wayne Campbell, 38 years old,

found dying yesterday
morning in his holding cell

in Long Beach, California.

He claimed someone was trying to kill him,

so he purposely got himself arrested
to be protected.

A strategy that didn't work out so great.

What is the C.O.D.?

Arsenic poisoning.

Ah, an oldie but a goodie.

And you're tuned to the station
where the hits keep coming.

When news spread of Campbell's death,

an officer in a nearby precinct
remembered Helen Mitchell.

6 days earlier, she showed up
with this letter

she had found in her mailbox
a few days before.

JJ: Was it investigated?

They started a file, but Helen wasn't
especially concerned.

And in light of Campbell's death,
they exhumed Helen Mitchell's body,

and lethal amounts of arsenic
were found in her system as well.

Handwritten letters,
poisoning by arsenic...

we could be looking at a female unsub.

Who wants her victims to have
foreknowledge of their deaths.

That's a new one.

Actually, we've seen a
version of this M.O. before.

6 years ago in Dallas,
Max Pool warned his victims

by putting their faces
on missing posters before killing them.

In any event, there may be notes
out there that we don't know about.

We've got a long flight.
Let's get going.

You can exchange the muffler
for equal or greater value.

Come on. Can't I exchange it
for something cheaper?

My car's got like 200,000 miles on it.

Yeah, go ahead.

What's so important, man?

I'm on my way to pick up Izzy for school.

Wait. You think
I did this?

It was under my door when
I came in to work this morning.

A death threat?

I look like a psycho to you?

This conversation's done.

[Moaning]

Hey, man, you ok?

[Labored breathing]

Yeah. Yeah.

Look, maybe we had a fight the other day,

but you and me, we go back a long time.

Close up and go home,
huh? Take an aspirin.

Quit accusing people of stuff.

Ohh!

Hello?

Uh, anybody back here?

[Gasping]

I found the muffler I want.

[Gasping]

♪ Criminal Minds 9x22 ♪ Fatal
Original Air Date on April 30, 2014

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Hotch: A proverb states, "he
that is born to be hanged

shall never be drowned."

Helen Mitchell was
the socially prominent widow

of an investment banker,

philanthropist, patroness of the arts.

Wayne Campbell, on the other hand,
was as blue collar as they come.

Worked for a tree-trimming
and removal company.

Garcia, was the M.E. able to
estimate when Campbell

might have ingested the arsenic.

Somewhere between 6:00
and 10 p.m. last evening.

Do we know where Campbell
was during those hours?

Same place he is every Tuesday night
while his wife plays bridge.

Erish grill. It's
a neighborhood sports bar.

This isn't widely known,
but Helen Mitchell had a drinking problem,

and Wayne Campbell abused painkillers.

That could be the common thread,

and unsub's punishing them for their vices?

Poisoning those who poison themselves?

The syntax of the note is interesting.

Instead of a simple "stop it,"

you get "prevent
the inevitable."

And in block lettering to
disguise the handwriting.

Garcia: Oh, no.
Make room in your files,

they're about to get thicker.

A third victim was just
reported half an hour ago.

Carlos Ortega. Exact same
note left on his body.

Also poisoned?

Yeah, it looks that way.

Well, this is weird.

There was a piece of twine on his chest.

No twine was reported
on or near the first two victims.

Less than a day between kills this time.
He's accelerating.

Morgan, see who Helen Mitchell
had contact with

in the 24 hours before she died.

Dave, you and Blake check out
the Carlos Ortega crime scene.

JJ and Reid to the sports bar,

and I'll coordinate with
local law enforcement.

Rossi: Are you
the responding officer?

Yes, sir. Delivery driver
discovered the body.

Blood, vomit, evidence
of hyper-salivation.

Smelled garlic on the victim.

Maybe somebody spiked his food?

Garlic odor in the breath and body tissue

is a common indicator of arsenic poisoning.

Yeah, I wonder how the unsub
got him to ingest it.

Rossi: Is that the twine
found on his chest?

Officer: That's correct.

Laid out real precise, in a straight line,

pointing head to toe.

Rossi.

[Door buzzes open]

Detective Tavez.

SSA Hotchner.

Glad you're here.

We have our share of homicides,
but this is something new.

Did you check with other
precincts for similar cases?

Yes. Nothing so far.

Thank you very much.

Hey, Hotch.

Helen Mitchell's personal secretary.

She claims that Helen was home alone
the day of her death.

The only thing out of the ordinary

was a small box of chocolates
delivered to the house.

Do we know who sent them?

Supposedly a local charity

to thank her for hosting
a fund-raiser.

Except the charity claims
they know nothing about it.

Any chocolates missing from the box?

3.

Campbell's personal
belongings you asked for.

Thank you.

Do you remember what Mr. Campbell
ate the night before last?

His usual. Chili dog,
onion rings.

Cast-iron stomach,
that guy.

Did he talk to anyone?

Just the guy sitting next to him.

Was this other guy also a regular?

No. I hadn't
seen him before.

He kept buying Wayne drinks, though.

Can you describe him?

White guy, heavy-set,
maybe 40 years old.

Wore a hat,
average-looking.

Do you think you'd recognize
him if you saw him again?

Yeah, I think so.

Ok, well, thank you for your help.

We may be contacting you again.

Anything I can do to help.

Look, Wayne seemed
a little preoccupied that night,

but he was a good guy.

The unsub may have spiked his drink.

It wouldn't have been hard to do.

A busy bar, lots of noise and distraction.

Get another double vodka.

Reid: He kept plying Campbell
with booze to get him drunk.

I'm gonna go to the head.
I appreciate it.

And since what goes in
has to eventually come out,

it'd be his way to ensure
that he'd get up at some point

to use the bathroom.

Reid: The victim left
momentarily...

The unsub slipped in the arsenic...

And left the bar.

And when Campbell returned
from the bathroom...

He took a drink.

He never had a clue.

[Clapping]
Oh! Holy cow!

[Laughing]

All right, Bill.
Last chance, buddy.

You sure you want
to leave all this splendor

for some lousy island in the Mediterranean?

You know, Bill almost jumped the gun
and went 20 years ago.

Had his ticket bought
for Greece and everything.

[Laughs] Except,

me and him went out
and tied one on the night before,

and Bill missed the shuttle
van to the airport.

Aww...
[Laughter]

And I could never
look a Mai Tai in the face again.

Hurry it up, Wick. I don't like room
temperature champagne.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But here's to your new life, Bill.

Yeah!
Congratulations, bill.

Just remember to keep

an extra hammock strung up on the beach

for your old buddy Wick, huh?

Come on, speech.

Come on.

Speech, speech, speech,
speech, speech, speech...

Um, I...

I was just thinking about how
all of this was here before...

And then how it's all gonna be here after.

You know, 'cause...

When they're living like...

[laughs] You know, I think...

I think Bill's given up
on English already and

is already talking Greek.

[Laughter]

Come on up, guys, get some cake.

[Indistinct chatter]

Same kind of twine
found in Wayne Campbell's pocket.

A friend of the victim's, Benjie Ruiz,
came by the shop around 9:40

and saw a single customer
milling around in the muffler section.

There was no surveillance camera,

but a cash register receipt confirms

somebody exchanged
a muffler at 9:36.

When Mr. Ruiz left
5 minutes later,

the customer was still there.

At 9:50,
Carlos was found dead.

No customer in sight.

Do we have a description of him?

White male in his 40s,
large build, and he wore a hat.

That's the same description
the bartender gave to me and JJ.

It's gotta be our guy.

A green car was parked
outside when Benjie Ruiz arrived

and was still there when he left.

No make or model, but pretty old.

According to Mr. Ruiz, Carlos
had no drug or alcohol issues.

He was a solid,
hard-working family man.

Well, that puts a dent
in our theory of an unsub

punishing people for their indiscretions.

Unless Carlos had a vice
we don't know about.

We just confirmed that
the chocolates and the water cooler

both tested positive for arsenic.

Any twine found at Helen Mitchell's house?

A couple feet of it were
tossed in the kitchen trash.

We're thinking the chocolates
may have been wrapped in it.

Guys, I did a geographic
profile of the victims,

and it turns out they all lived or worked

in the same 2.65 square-mile
radius in the north part of the city.

Well, that gives us his hunting ground,

but not his victim selection criteria.

The bartender said the unsub may have

struck up a conversation
with Campbell there that night.

That's ballsy.

The same way he walked into Carlos' store

to exchange the muffler.

And for some reason, he feels the need

to interact with his victims
in the hours before they die.

Aah!

[Grunting, shouting]

Aah!

Uhh!

[Indistinct muttering]

[Overlapping voices]

[Voices fading]

[Kids chattering, ball bouncing]

[Line ringing]

911. What's your emergency?

It's not an emergency, really.
I just want to file a complaint

against some kids in the neighborhood.

Hold on, ma'am.
I'm transferring you.

Ok.

Uh-huh. These kids
are how old?

And can you tell me the nature of the note?

Can you read it to me?

Ma'am, do not hang up.

I'm getting someone from the FBI.

FBI?

I don't need that.
It's only some kids.

Agent Rossi, we have another
person with a note.

A Janice Cheswick.

[Telephone ringing]

Ma'am, this is agent David Rossi.

Are you alone in your house?

Yes. I mean, I...

I think so.

Double check that all your doors
and windows are secured.

Stay calm, and do not hang up your phone.

My God.

Everything is locked.
Now what?

All right. Police have been dispatched
to your home.

Do not leave your house.

I'm scared!

Listen, Janice.

This is very important that you
do not eat or drink anything.

I won't.

Ok. Everything's
gonna be ok.

Help is on the way.

[Screaming]

Janice?

Janice?!

[Screaming] Help!

Janice!

[Screaming]

[Line disconnects]

JJ: We've got an APB out
in the surrounding area

for an older green car.

Hotch: Do we know
how he got in?

Garage door shows signs of forced entry.

Probably spiked the wine.

And when she called the police instead...

This time he used the
twine to strangle her.

Overkill.

The unsub was denied what he wanted most,

the chance to engage
with her before she died.

Sharp knife, this level of frenzy.

Hopefully this son of a bitch

also did some damage to himself.

I'll notify local E.R.s to be
on the lookout for hand lacerations.

You all right, Dave?

I told her she'd be ok,
Aaron, that she'd be fine.

Let's go find this guy.

Hey, kid. Our geo profile
just go turned upside down.

Our latest victims lives
and works a good 10 miles

from the unsub's hunting ground.

He's either branching out
or we're missing something.

Hey, baby girl, I need you
to work that magic of yours.

Rub my lamp, release the genie.

Our latest victim, Janice Cheswick...

track her activities
as far back as it takes

to find a link between
her and our other victims.

As far back as in days or weeks?

Months, if necessary.

Pushing it, Aladdin, but I'm a go.

That's why I love you.

These pieces of twine
are all different lengths.

Are you just now figuring that out?

I think it's by design.

Starting with the first victim,
the lengths are 25, 15, 12,

and 19 inches.
Yeah, so what?

If you convert inches to centimeters,

you'll have 64, 38, 31, and 48,

the exact ages of all 4 victims.

I think I know what this is about.

The man we're looking for
is a highly organized offender,

but we don't yet know why or how
he's choosing his victims.

These appear to be killings of opportunity,

yet he's researched his targets

as though they'd been selected
carefully and with premeditation.

They run the gamut.

Young and old, rich and poor,
male and female.

But with all of them,
he leaves behind a piece of twine.

Why does he do that?

What does the twine represent?

In Greek mythology, a person's destiny

was in the hands of the 3 fates.

One to spin the thread of life,

another to measure the
thread, and finally atropos,

the one who cut the thread with
shears at the moment of death.

Hotch: We think that's what
the twine symbolizes.

He's decided the fate of his victims
and then he observes them.

As if assuming the form of
a mythological God himself.

JJ: We don't know
what triggered the spree,

but the unsub may have recently
suffered a loss and is now lashing out.

Blake: If he can't control his own fate,
he will control others.

This unsub is also quite meticulous.

He studies his victims
in advance to the murders,

follows them, learns their habits,
even interacts with them.

Hotch: His need to engage
directly with his victims

is a compulsion that overrides
the risk of being caught.

Morgan: This compulsion
will likely be his downfall

and lead to his eventual capture.

The time period between
warning his victims and killing them

is getting shorter with each murder.

He could be unraveling.

The public needs to be made aware

that if they receive a note
similar to the ones

he's already sent, they need
to contact 911 immediately.

Thank you.

So sorry, my beautiful creatures,

my DMV search yielded nuttin',

but I did make progress on another front.

That Janice Cheswick, she lives clear
across on the other side of town, right?

Well, last week,
at 4:17 in the afternoon

on the 23rd, to be precise,

she charged a double
soy latte at a coffee shop

smack dab in the middle
of the geo zone of the other 3 victims.

Sending this now.

It's next to the university.

The unsub may be a part of academia.

All right, Garcia, start with the schools
of classics and humanities

and work out from there.

Check any students
or faculty for red flags.

A fighting bull like moi
looks for nothing else.

I've got a sudden craving
for a double soy latte.

Let's take a ride.

Do you recognize any of these people?

I don't. Sorry.

What's this about?

We're investigating a series of murders,

and we think the killer

may have seen one or more of these victims

at this coffee shop.

Victims? You mean...

All these people got killed?

Excuse me. Is that
a pinhole camera?

You secretly videotape your employees?

Not the employees,
just the cash register area.

Yeah, well, I guess
that means the employees.

We've got a pilferage problem.

How long has this
surveillance been going on?

Uh...5 weeks.

Go to 4:17 p.m.
on the 23rd.

That's her.

That's all of them.

The unsub must be just out of camera range.

This is the moment
he selected all his victims.

It ties in with his idea
of fate, that these 4

were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Let's bring in Benjie Ruiz
and the bartender

and see if they recognize

anyone who came in that day
as the man they saw.

There's another identification
we need to make, and fast.

The next in line.

[Knock on door]

Who is it?

It's me, Wick.

Uh, ok, just a minute.

Hey.

You forgot to turn in your keys.

Oh.

Heh. Thought I'd swing by
and get 'em,

before you were on
the other side of the world.

I haven't been here in a while.

Yeah.

Sheesh.

[Laughs] I love what
you've done with the place, though.

Thanks, man.

Oh, wow, what did you do to your hand?

Oh, I cut it. Clumsy.

So what's the deal
with you and Greece, anyway?

I don't know. Just
always made sense to me.

Really?

This makes sense to you?

Yeah.

Here.

Thanks.

Well, man...

Safe travels.

I should've gone.

20 years ago, I should have gone.

You were broke 20 years ago, Bill.

Hell, I did you a favor that night.

A favor?

I...got you wasted
on purpose.

Come on.

You had to have figured that out by now.

Like you were about to leave a primo job

to go halfway across the world,
with no money, no prospects.

Then your mom got sick
right after that, right?

Well, if you'd have gone,
you wouldn't have been here

to look after her the way you did.

And now you're set, man.

You got... you got your healthcare,
you got your pension.

You worked hard for that.

You can go do Greece in style now.
You've earned it.

[Overlapping voices]

How long have they been at it?

2 hours, 11 1/2 minutes.

Garcia's still combing through
university records.

No luck.

The fifth customer paid in
cash, so we can't track her.

But an enhanced VidCap of her
is being distributed

to everyone that worked
at the coffee shop the last 6 months.

Hopefully someone knows who she is.

At the coffee shop, a couple of guys
came in wearing scrubs.

Is there a hospital near campus?

Yeah, there's a medical center

affiliated with the university.

What if that's why the killer
was in the vicinity?

For the hospital, not the university.

We profiled the unsub
may have experienced a loss.

What if someone he was close to died

or was diagnosed with a serious illness?

Except this doesn't feel like a guy
who has close friends

or a tight-knit family.

What if it's him?

The unsub himself got some bad news.

If they told him he had a terminal illness,

it would explain the M.O.

You get thrown a curveball...

You throw a curveball back.

Do unto others what was done unto you.

Let's get Garcia on it.

Let's go, guys.

They couldn't identify
any of the other customers

as the man they saw
at the auto shop or sports bar.

The killer is picking his
victims in the moment, right?

You, you, you, and you.

That's how it looks.
No advance planning.

Yet he later stalks each one,
learning their habits.

How does he manage to do that

if they all scatter
after they get their coffee?

Parking lot.

Reid: He saw them
through the window.

Waited till they came out
one by one and drove away.

Morgan: Took down
their license plate numbers.

A little research at the DMV.

None of the coffee shop employees
can identify the fifth woman in line.

Detective, can you make
the surveillance video go any faster?

It'll go any speed you want.

Go back to the beginning.
I need to watch all 5 weeks in the video.

525 hours.
But that's...

Yeah. We don't have
time for that.

Reid, tell him what
you did this morning for breakfast.

I read "War and Peace."
Reread it, actually.

This time in the original Russian.

Trust me, detective, there's enough time.

[Sighs]

The university was a wash,
but the med center may just pay off.

In the last 3 months, 485 patients

were diagnosed with terminal illness.

34 of those were white males in their 40s.

8 of those have green cars
over 15 years old.

Like I said, I'm close.

If there was only a way
to research who wears hats.

Did any of the 8 have reason
to be at the hospital on April 23rd?

23rd...

Bingo! William Harding
had an appointment with his oncologist,

got the bad news.

An address, Garcia.
Sending it now.

Thank you.

FBI!

Hotch.

How do you do that?

By employing the same
principles used in speed reading.

I minimize subvocalization of the images

and reduce cognitive load by...

Wait, wait.

Back up the feed.

There.

That's her.

Can you push in on her name tag?

Yeah.

[Doorbell rings]

Hey. It's 12.50.

Hold on.
Let me get my wallet.

There you go.

Thank you very much.

[Cell phone ringing] Bye.

Bonnie Taylor isn't answering.

ID this her home address?

Yeah, but today's
her day off, so she's not at work.

Detective, send squad cars
to this address immediately.

Right away.

[Sighs]

So much for my diet.

[Sirens]

And you're sure you've never seen this man?

Uh... I'm positive.

This was in the mailbox outside.

Oh, my God.

When was the last time
you checked your mailbox?

Uh, yesterday, I think.

Wait, no, um, the day before.

I... I...

I skip sometimes.

Excuse us.

Ok.

They haven't found any arsenic yet.

We must have gotten here first.

No, he had plenty of time.

I don't think Bonnie's his target anymore.

The shift in the M.O.
is too dramatic.

The time between leaving the note
and the murders was contracting,

not expanding, and he made no effort
to interact with her.

He could be devolving.

It's not a loss of focus,
it's a shift in focus.

Between the time that Harding
left the note and now,

a more important target's presented itself.

You must be a glutton for punishment.

One day retired and you're back for more.

I thought we could have a drink.

A drink.

Ah, I'm liking this
new Bill Harding already.

What's the occasion?

I didn't realize until today

how you'd gone out
of your way for me 20 years ago.

Oh, Bill.

I thought I'd return the favor.

Skol.

Garcia, does Bill Harding
have any family in the area?

Parents deceased, no siblings.

What about his job?

Uh, worked the cargo bays in a shipyard.

Yesterday was his last day, actually.

What type of cancer does he have?

Mesothelioma.

Asbestos.

He got it working at the shipyard.

His anger might be
directed toward someone there.

Send Morgan the work address.

Yes, sir.

Look at you, huh?

Going off to live your dream.

And here I am.

I got the wife, kids,
a two-damn-car garage.

Probably be working on these docks
for the rest of my life.

Bill: Cheers.

Oh, God, you know,

if we ever run out of
paint thinner around here,

I know what to buy.

Hotch: Does he have any
criminal history or mental health issues?

Well, he's been on
antidepressants most of his life.

But he's got a clean police record.

Oh, my.

What is it?

He was part of a massive
police search and rescue

when he was 6 years old.

When I was 6, before my folks
moved here from Idaho,

my best friend Randy
and I got lost up in the mountains.

We were on a camping trip with...

our parents.

It started snowing and got cold,

so we decided to separate to try
to find our way back and get help.

Randy never made it.
I did.

When they found Randy, he was frozen.

I was in the hospital for a week.

Damn, Bill.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

People said it was my fault.

We shouldn't have split up.

They think that's why Randy died.

Come on.

When I was in the hospital,

my first-grade teacher
came to visit me.

And she gave me this book.

A kids book on Greek mythology.

I opened it...

And there it was.

There what was?

A picture of the Labyrinth.

It looked just like that forest

that Randy and I got lost in.

But I escaped.

Just like Theseus.

Like Theseus.

You know, you're starting
to talk a little crazy.

You know that, don't you?

Oh, it's not crazy.

It's fate.

I got out...

and he did not.

Read this.

[Chuckles]

What, is this a joke?

Sorry.

Not funny, Bill.

No.

I did more digging, Hotch,

and I can tell you where
he's gonna be a week from now...

flight 906, seat 23A,
LAX to Athens, Greece.

Get this. Bill Harding

also applied for an extended visa to Greece

way back in 1994.

Did he go?

Negative.
He reserved a spot

with Higgins airport shuttle,

didn't show up, plane left without him...

Oh, man, you are not gonna believe this.

I'm dying.

Cancer.

The doctor says I have
3 to 6 months to live,

but it doesn't matter,
because most of me died

when I missed that plane.

Oh, Bill...

When I left the doctor's office,

I stopped at a coffee shop...

[Indistinct chatter, laughter]

[Laughing]

I couldn't get out.

Because there were just all of these people

all around, so happy, making plans.
They were so damn sure

that nothing bad was
ever gonna happen to them.

[Whispering voices]

It's fate.

Some are chosen and some are not.

What are you gonna do, Bill?

Are you gonna kill me with that thing?

No, not this.

Poison.

Morgan: FBI, don't move.

William Harding, you're under arrest

for the murders of Helen Mitchell,
Wayne Campbell,

Carlos Ortega, and Janice Cheswick.

Drop the weapon... now.

I think he poisoned me.
We'll get you to a hospital.

But right now you need to drop the weapon.

No. He took 20 years
of my life from me.

JJ: You got that
backwards.

That shuttle bus, it crashed
on the way to the airport.

All 5 people were killed.

You not getting in that van kept you alive.

Now put it down.

Rossi: "A person often
meets his destiny

on the road he took
to avoid it."

Jean de La Fontaine.

Thanks.

Given any more thought to, um, career day?

Jack's third-grade class is
descending on the BAU on Monday.

Excellent.

And is Jack happy about it?

Ecstatic.

He's very excited.

He's proud of you.

I know.

And I don't want to take
that away from him.

The challenging part is coming up with
a profiling presentation.

Well, after 20 years

of facing down killers,
rapists, and psychopaths,

SSA Aaron Hotchner
may have finally met his match.

I've observed each of you.

I've interrogated you.

And none of you claims to have the stapler.

At first I thought it was you.

But then...

I profiled...

That it's really you.

[Kids cheering]

Whoo-hoo!

[Laughing]

What exactly did you profile?

Well, a few things.

First, Jesse, you wouldn't
look at me in the eye.

But you were very fidgety with your hands.

And then when Ms. Garcia
dropped her lucky quarter,

all 3 of you noticed,
but you didn't react at all.

You were too busy keeping
a lie straight in your head.

Well, this has been a very interesting
demonstration, Mr. Hotchner.

Thank you, Ms. Springer.

Class, let's all give him
a big thank-you.

All: Thank you!

You're welcome.

Sir, may I show them my office?

Absolutely. Everybody
go with Ms. Garcia.

Come on, you guys.
It's like the bat cave.

[All chattering]

Can I be a profiler when I grow up?

Sure, honey. If you get good grades
and you work hard

and you think you might
be good at it, why not?

I'm good at it.

Are you?

I did a profile
on Ms. Springer.

Me?

Yeah. You like
Jack's dad.

I'm not sure...

when you talk about
your cat, you talk real, real fast,

because you really like your cat.

You talked real fast like that today,

not like with the other dads.

[Rapidly] Thanks again, Mr. Hotchner.
Thank you for the great time.

You're welcome.

Probably had to go feed the cat.

So how did I do?

It was cool.

It was cool.
So what do you say we celebrate?

Yeah.

Hot dogs or hamburgers?

Both.

I'm a profiler. I should
have seen that coming.

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