Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 9, Episode 7 - Gatekeeper - full transcript
The BAU heads to Boston, Massachusetts where three men thus far have been found strangled to death in the downtown area. Each were lower middle class which generally rules out theft as the motive, and some sort of garrote was used in each strangulation. Other aspects lead the team to believe that the killings were not random but that the unsub probably didn't know each of the men personally. In interviewing family and friends of the victims, the team also learns that each victim was well liked despite having a major character flaw, those flaws which may be partly the motivation of the unsub in killing them. The team has not been able to identify the last person who would have seen the latest victim, Scotty Delfino, that person who would have been his latest one night stand. But when a fourth and fifth victim emerges, both who don't quite fit the profile, it is their indirect connection and that to Scotty Delfino that may lead the team to the identity of the unsub and the reason why he feels the need to kill. Meanwhile, Rossi is sad to hear that one of his long time haunts, a bar where he met his first wife Carolyn, will probably soon close.
(man exhales loudly)
Ripped By mstoll
(alarm clock
buzzing rhythmically)
(beep, alarm stops)
(man sighs)
WOMAN:
Oh, what are you doing?
MAN:
I'm gonna be late for work.
WOMAN:
The sun's not even up.
MAN:
It is in London.
WOMAN:
Oh.
(laughing):
Your job sucks.
MAN:
Ah. Well, it pays the bills.
WOMAN:
Yeah, well, not mine.
Turn off the light.
MAN:
Don't I get a kiss first?
WOMAN:
No.
MAN:
Please.
One.
But one is not enough.
Call me. We'll talk.
You don't think I'll call.
- I know you won't call.
- (man laughs)
You'll text.
Say, "'Sup?"
Expect me to come over
and have sex with you,
and go back home.
Is it the entire male species
that you have a low opinion of,
or is it just me?
Just you.
I will call you tonight,
I promise.
And I'll come back
to you... again.
Good.
Have fun at work.
(crickets chirping)
(unseen man breathes heavily)
(touch tones sounding)
(line ringing)
- Dude.
- Kara, listen.
- I think I'm in love.
- Scotty just left my place.
- Her name is Ashley.
- The guy at the bar.
No, man.
It's not like that. It...
There was a real connection.
What do you think?
He just left.
(laughing): I'm telling you,
man, she's a game changer.
No, I know,
but it wasn't like that.
- This guy was... real.
- She has a thing for bunnies.
And when I say "a thing," I
mean, she's seriously obsessed.
(Scotty laughs)
- No, I will not tell you
his shoe size. - Yeah. (gasps)
(groaning)
MAN (singing off-key):
? You must remember this?
? A kiss is still a kiss?
? A sigh is just a sigh?
? The fundamental things apply?
- Right over there.
- ? As time goes by...?
That's where I saw Carolyn
the first time.
No offense, Rossi,
but this place
is kind of a dump.
No, back then it wasn't.
Back then the biggest names
would come here.
Creedence, The Eagles, Chicago.
It was a Marine bar.
They played for us jarheads.
What was Carolyn doing here?
Waiting for Ringo.
Beatlemania was no joke.
I mean,
it would make the women crazy.
She'd write them a letter
once a week,
begging the band to come visit.
Did they ever come?
Ringo did... after his divorce.
But luckily,
Carolyn met me first.
But that's how
we all became friends.
Double honey for Dave, and
an Arnold Palmer for the kid.
(phone beeps)
Oh, on second thought, Helen,
it's Garcia.
So much for a night off.
You'd better bring us the bill.
Okay. That'll be ten bucks.
No, you can charge us
for the drinks we didn't have.
Everything's marked down
until it's all gone.
Oh, you can't close.
This place is history.
Unfortunately, Dave,
history doesn't pay the bills.
(sighs)
Marines used to be big business.
HELEN:
Still are.
That's why three new bars
opened up across the street.
(person clapping)
What's that thing they say
about competition?
It breeds success?
It sucks.
Oh. Keep the change.
Thank you, Dave.
I hate to see this place go.
(computer chirps)
GARCIA: Beantown has turned
into chokeville.
Three victims, all male,
wallets stolen.
The UnSub uses a garrote
to strangle his victims.
He strikes at night, and
there have been no witnesses.
- How much did he get?
- Well, it's odd.
Each of the victims,
socioeconomically,
is lower to middle class.
It's doubtful
there would have been much cash,
and there have been
no charge attempts
on any of their credit cards.
So the murders might not be
about money at all.
Taking the wallets could be
a forensic countermeasure
to delay victim identification.
That could be the sitch
with the first two victims,
but the latest one,
Scott Delfino...
he was on the phone with his
roommate when he was attacked.
Call cut out unexpectedly.
Repeated callbacks
went straight to voice mail.
And Delfino's body was found
an hour later.
Indications were
that he'd been blitzed.
Which speaks
to the killer's prep work,
but also his desperation.
He chose a location
to lay in wait
but wasn't capable of adapting
to a target on the phone.
Well, that could be arrogance
getting in the way,
making his organization
appear mixed.
To me, that screams
false confidence.
MORGAN: Which means
the desperation is what's
driving him.
It's not about the kills.
It's about
what the murders represent.
He's mission oriented.
He doesn't want to kill them.
He has to.
Which suggests the UnSub
has no personal connection
to his victims.
Except, choking as a kill method
is extremely personal.
He feels each victim
take their last breath.
What if the wallets are a form
of depersonalization?
He's stripping his victims of
- their identities.
- REID: Which means, he may feel
stripped of his own.
If the wallets are trophies,
he could be seeking recognition
for his work.
And he may not stop killing
until he gets that recognition?
Let's go.
(whistling)
CHILD:
? The itsy bitsy spider?
? Went up the waterspout?
? Down came the rain?
? And washed the spider out?
- ? Out came the sun?
- (squeaking)
? And dried up all the rain?
(whistling continues)
? And the itsy bitsy spider
went up the spout again?
? The itsy bitsy spider...?
(door opens)
- ? Went up?
- (door closes)
? The waterspout?
? Down came the rain?
? And washed the spider out?
(sniffles)
? Out came the sun
and dried up all the rain?
? And the itsy bitsy spider?
? Went up the spout again.?
ROSSI: "If passion drives you,
let reason hold the reins."
Benjamin Franklin.
Ryan Maxford worked as a
counselor at a local boys' home.
And Scott Delfino worked
for Dynamo Industries,
which is an international
pharmaceutical firm.
Besides gender,
the victimology varies.
He doesn't care
about age or race.
Blends in and is most likely
unassuming.
MORGAN:
Yet has no problem taking down
a six-foot-five, 260-pound man.
Maxford was
a former football All-American.
Which probably rules out
my "UnSub is a woman
who hates men" theory.
It'd be hard
to gain leverage on these guys.
True, but hatred of men
might not be far off.
The victims could be surrogates.
For someone else,
or the UnSub himself?
MORGAN:
Well, it's too early to tell. If
the UnSub does feel stripped
of his own identity,
he could be trying to make
these men appear the same way.
He could be recognizing in
his victims a behavioral trait
consistent
with the object of his rage
that triggers him to kill.
We need to determine where
he's finding his victims.
REID:
Geographically
speaking, none of the victims
lived near one another,
but they were all killed
downtown,
which is where
the UnSub likes to operate.
That fits
with where Maxford works,
but not
with the other two victims.
His area of control,
while relatively small, includes
a number of residential
and commercial buildings.
Factoring in a three-mile radius
in a city with a population
of 636,479, over 48.28 miles,
we're looking at approximately
39,549.23 people
living in his comfort zone.
MORGAN:
How many of them male?
18,944.08.
- (scoffs)
- HOTCH: Garcia,
start with the victim's
known associates.
We need a list of everyone
who lives and works downtown.
- On it. I'm a genius, too.
- (beep)
HOTCH: Morgan, Blake and I will
go to the field office
and start with Garcia's list.
Dave, go to the M.E.
And see what they can offer us.
JJ, you
and Reid, go to the scene where
Scott Delfino's body was found.
His roommate's waiting
to talk to you there.
Is that a good idea?
Talking to him where
- his friend was murdered?
- HOTCH: Well, apparently,
he's insisting on it.
Boston PD says he won't
leave the scene until you do.
JJ:
Ben Harrison?
You're the FBI?
I'm Agent Jennifer Jareau.
This is Dr. Spencer Reid.
You know we didn't have
to do this here.
We could have talked
back at our field office.
I wanted
to see where it happened.
I was talking to him
one second, and then...
that's it.
Gone.
Right here,
Scotty's story ends.
Scotty must have been coming
from the east.
Otherwise, the UnSub's position
would have left him exposed.
But?
That avenue offers three
different directions to head
in lieu of this alleyway,
so how did the UnSub know
Scotty was going
to choose this particular one?
You told the police
he met a girl last night,
so walking home this way
wouldn't be part of his
- regular routine, right?
- No.
REID: When planning a blitz
attack with varying
avenues of approach,
what do you do?
Eliminate the variable.
Strike as close as you can
to the point of origin
or destination.
But Scotty was still miles
away from home.
The woman he met lives nearby.
Do you have any idea
who she was?
Only that her name is Ashley,
and she likes bunnies.
Don't ask.
It was the last thing
he said to me.
- JJ: Do you know where they met?
- I'm not sure.
We were watching the Pats game
at the Purple Shamrock,
and then I had to bail at half
to pick up my girlfriend
- from Logan, so...
- REID: Do you think
Scotty stayed there,
or would he have ventured
elsewhere after you left?
I don't know. There are
so many bars in the area,
and Scotty had a tendency to...
wander.
With women, you mean?
Let's just say it wasn't often
that he slept alone.
Did that rub anyone
the wrong way?
Not anyone that knew him.
He was too good a guy
not to like.
What'd you find out?
We just talked to JJ.
Scott Delfino's roommate said
something interesting.
Apparently,
Delfino was a womanizer
but was too good of a guy
not to like.
And we heard something similar
from Ryan Maxford's family.
Stand-up guy but he was always
broke and asking for money.
They would give it to him
because, despite his flaws,
everybody loved him.
Yeah, that fits Mike Dunsmore,
too.
He spent a quarter
of his income on marijuana,
but he volunteered five mornings
a week at a soup kitchen.
It's a stretch,
but could this be our link?
Is the UnSub targeting men
based on their supposed
character flaws?
He'd have to have stalked them
well in advance.
Why stalk someone you don't have
a personal connection to?
Because he's not targeting
a specific person...
he's targeting a specific type.
Men he thinks
are too good to be true.
??
BOY:
All right, check this out...
(skateboard clacking)
Okay, now, um, try a trick.
- BOY 2: Oh! - What? That was
kind of lame, all right?
- What?!
- That was lame.
- That was...
- You got, like,
- no air on it. - I landed the
trick. I don't see you doing...
BOY 1:
It was sloppy, though.
BOY 2: Oh, well,
it's better than your tricks.
And it... Wait up. Hey, stop.
Yeah, yeah.
You pick up your board.
- Dude, put the cigarettes away.
- Why?
- My mom talked to Mrs. Herron
yesterday. - She found out
- about the test? - Yeah,
and the three before that,
so now I'm grounded
until the end of the semester.
That's, like, six weeks.
You don't think I know that?
She even took my PSP.
No games for a month and a half.
So unless
you want your mom
to do the same exact thing,
I'd pocket those cigarettes.
- You know what the problem is?
Danny Terrido. - Danny Terrido.
You can't miss the fight
tonight.
Without you,
he'll kick all our asses.
There's nothing
I can do about it.
- My PSP is locked up.
- Take mine.
Don't let your mom see it.
- We got to play.
- What about you?
Parents are at my brother's game
tonight. I'll steal his.
That lady's so hot.
Right? One of these days
I'm gonna have the nerve
to talk to her.
- All right, man. I'm out.
- All right. Sweet.
- Text me when you get home.
- Yeah, definitely.
- See you.
- (skateboard departing)
GARCIA: Do you know
how many Ashleys there are
in downtown Boston?
Too many Ashleys.
That's how many Ashleys.
And the only thing I have
to track her down
is she has a penchant
for bunnies.
(groans) So I'm pulling receipts
from local
pet shops. Nothing crosses.
And, anyway,
even if she likes bunnies, it
doesn't mean she owns bunnies.
I like unicorns...
I don't have any unicorns.
I feel like I'm on a trail led
by wild geese. And bunnies.
What about Scott's cell phone?
He probably put Ashley's number
in it before he died.
Yeah, that phone broke
during the struggle.
I-I searched his cloud server,
- but his contacts hadn't updated
yet. - We need to find her,
Penelope. Ashley might be able
to identify the UnSub,
which means she could be
at risk, too.
I know, I... You know what?
Send me that broken cell phone.
I may be able to pull data
from the device itself.
And in the meantime,
forward Delfino's calls to us.
If she tries, then we'll be able
to talk to her.
Smart thinking, sensei.
Routing it now.
Delfino put up a struggle, but
there was nothing he could do.
Killer had all the leverage.
Can you tell what kind
of garrote was used?
It varies.
First was fishing line,
then picture wire.
Now some kind of cable.
All common household items.
M. E: I'd say he's definitely
making the weapons himself.
ROSSI: From the looks of it,
learning quickly.
Each wire was stronger
than the last.
There's something else. He's cut
a lock of hair off every victim.
Something tells me
that's more than an act
of depersonalization.
He wants to remember these men.
And what he did to them.
(crickets chirping)
- KARA: Anything yet?
- Nothing.
Typical asshat.
He's not, though.
How many times has a guy said
he'd call and didn't?
- Too many.
- He wasn't like that.
- You weren't there.
- Call him.
I can't.
- You don't have his number.
- (chuckles)
That's how sure I was
he would call.
Rookie mistake.
Uh, we're out of wine.
Told you we should've got
another bottle.
ASHLEY:
We can always get more.
KARA: Not this late.
There's a killer on the streets.
ASHLEY:
Oh, yeah, I saw something
about that posted on campus.
(Kara speaks indistinctly)
BOY:
Just-just keep your focus.
- Okay, I'll cover you.
- (gunfire on PSP)
All right, um, there's one
in the rafters.
Aw, crap, I missed.
Flank left, flank left.
I'm trying,
but Terrido's on my ass.
I've got him in my sights.
So shoot him already,
or I'm toast.
Hold on. One sec.
And now I'm dead.
But so is Terrido. We win.
Good for us. I'm still dead.
(Ã la Spock):
The needs of many, my friend.
- So I'm collateral damage.
- No, you can't think
of it that way, Jake.
You're on the Sox
and you just hit
a sacrifice fly.
Yeah, yeah. I'll show you
who the sacrifice is gonna be.
(gunfire on PSP)
Uh-oh.
Looks like your brother's
about to bust you on his PSP.
Nah, he won't be back
for another hour.
We can play one more round.
Then who's there with you?
No one. Why? Can you sneak out?
(gunfire continues)
Jake, there's someone
behind you.
- What are you... Colin!
- (gunfire continues)
Jake?
Mom, help! Help!
- Mom, Jake's in trouble! Hurry!
- (Jake choking)
ROSSI: Friend called it in.
Lives down the street.
What kind of mission
involves killing a teenage boy?
Normally I would say this points
to a devolution
in the UnSub's psyche.
Well, he's killed Jake
in his home.
It's the first time
he's been inside. Why?
BLAKE: We've been canvassing
the area pretty heavily.
Maybe he's adapting
to increased police activity.
He was a low-risk victim killed
in his home.
It feels like the UnSub knew
he would be alone.
So he's not just stalking Jake
but his family, too.
As well
as all his other victims.
Well, he can't be everywhere
at once.
Maybe he's been planning this
longer than we thought.
The time between kills is
getting shorter,
but there's no indication
that he's deriving
increased pleasure from them.
Well, it would make sense
if he's feeling pressure
from an outside agency.
Maybe he's got a deadline.
JJ: You"re sure you didn"t catch
a glimpse of him?
Just movement in the background.
I tried to warn Jake, but...
Did Jake see who was there?
- Did he say anything to you?
- He saw him.
I mean, the guy was right there.
Jake was so scared.
I can't get his face
out of my head.
- (sighs)
- It's okay.
I just have...
one more question.
Do you think
you can handle that?
Yeah.
Okay.
Did Jake seem like he recognized
the man in his house?
What are you...
Colin!
Yeah.
Yeah, he knew him.
And I could see it on his face.
But he didn't say who it was.
Just because you recognize
someone
doesn't necessarily mean
you know 'em.
The man could simply be someone
that Jake routinely passes
on the street.
Whoever he is,
we're gonna get him.
- Okay?
- Okay.
Agent Jareau...
have you ever been shot?
Why do you ask?
I just can't stop thinking
about how it felt.
Did it hurt a lot
when Jake died?
You don't need to worry
about that.
Jake wasn't shot.
Then what was the flash?
(gunfire on PSP)
What are you...
(camera shutter clicks)
The UnSub we're looking for
is a dangerous voyeur
who feeds off the thrill
of knowing his victims
can't see him.
REID: Typically,
voyeurs are nonviolent
and content
to remain bystanders.
This one is different.
He's on a mission
that includes taking action.
And in that mission, he didn't
hesitate to kill a teenage boy.
Anyone who stands between him
and his goal is at risk.
BLAKE: We believe
he"s documenting his work.
He"s taking pictures and
collects personal connections
to his victims...
their wallets and their hair.
ROSSI: lt"s important to him to
have proof of what he"s doing.
MORGAN: Voyeurs like to create
fantasies in their heads
of what the objects
of their obsessions
- should be like.
- ROSSI: He creates
a character identity
instead of a reality,
and when a person steps outside
of the parameters
that the UnSub has set
for them, he strikes.
JJ: This UnSub appears
to be triggered by males
acting on what he perceives
to be character flaws.
Seemingly innocuous infractions
to us are magnified
in the UnSub"s psychosis.
HOTCH: Based on the planning
and sophistication
of the kills, we believe that
he"s in his late 30s or 40s.
REID:
The geographic profile tells us
this UnSub is not only dumping
his victims downtown.
He's hunting there, too.
So this is where we need
to redouble our efforts.
Go building to building,
door to door.
This guy's a fly on the wall.
He"s able to learn secrets
without anyone
- realizing he"s there.
- BLAKE: He"ll have a job
that involves very little
social interaction,
but that puts him in a position
where he can observe
others unnoticed.
JJ: So we should look at service
workers, groundskeepers,
anyone paid to be invisible.
HOTCH:
And we need to move quickly.
This UnSub is approaching
some sort of perceived deadline.
The closer it gets,
the more erratic
and dangerous he'll become.
Thank you.
(laughing)
Hello?
Oh. Can I help you, Ms. Fouladi?
Hey, Nick. I was wondering
if I could take a look
at your guest log. A friend of
mine came over the other night
and I lost his contact
information. I was hoping you
- might have it.
- Oh, well, let's take a look.
What was his name?
Scott. Scott Delfino.
Scott Delfino.
Hmm. I'm not seeing it.
You sure that's his name?
- Yes.
- (chuckles)
Oh, you know what, this is only
going back to yesterday.
Looks like the old sheets
have been filed.
- And where would those be?
- In a box
up in our storage attic.
Uh, Tanner,
our night guy, usually
handles all of our paperwork.
I'm pretty sure he can grab
those for you once he finishes
- his rounds.
- Is there any chance I could
take a look right now? Please?
It's important.
I'm running
kind of late, but, um...
Tell you what.
Ah. Give this to Tanner
when you're done.
Deal. Thanks.
- Have a good night.
- You, too.
MORGAN:
Talk to me,
- baby girl. - You'd better get
ready to get down
on one knee, 'cause this BG Boo
just earned herself
one hell of a diamond.
- What'd you find?
- Scott Delfino's
phone is a Hotch mess...
hot mess... you know what I mean.
Data scrambled like a Denver
omelet on a Sunday morning.
I can feel those smoldering
get-to-the-point stares
from here, so I will.
If the name Ashley is on Scott's
phone, I can't find it.
Penelope, this is sounding
more like cubic zirconia.
Bite your pretty tongue.
I didn't stop
at the first rejection;
I did what you guys did.
I profiled the guy.
Scotty is a ladies' man.
Gets a lot of names and numbers,
got to keep track of 'em all.
What's a player to do, playa?
He gave her a nickname.
Baby Girl's already taken.
- (typing)
- But Bunny wasn't.
Tell me you got a number.
Of course I did. Now so do you.
Sending it now.
Box...
Which box?
Hello?
(gasps)
(quick, shallow breaths)
I really wish
you hadn't seen that.
- (whimpers): No, wait. Wait.
- No.
- No.
- (thud)
No, listen.
- (grunts)
- Oh!
Help!
(cries)
- (shrieks) Let me go, please.
- (grunting)
- Shh, shh.
- (grunting)
(muffled screaming)
Please, please...
(muffled screaming)
Hold still!
(screams)
(crash)
(indistinct radio chatter)
ROSSI:
He killed a woman this time.
Yeah, she's also
the first one he covered up.
This is remorse.
She wasn't part of the plan.
Which explains
why he moved the body.
She wasn't killed here.
No, the garrote
was used postmortem.
COD appears to be blunt force
trauma to the back of the head.
He didn't do a good job
of covering this up.
He's panicking.
We find where she was killed,
we find him.
- Except no one even knows what
her name is. - ROSSI: No ID.
Just a phone.
- (beep) -AUTOMATED VOICE:
One unheard message.
- (beep)
- Hi, my name is Derek Morgan
with the FBI.
I'm trying to locate a woman,
first name Ashley.
- It's extremely important.
- This is Ashley.
Her name is Ashley Fouladi.
She's a grad student at BC.
Bills, including rent and phone,
are in her father's name.
That's why we couldn't find her.
You got an address, Garcia?
Yeah, 2410 Boylston Street.
Boylston Street. That's
where Colin Kirkland lives.
The boy who witnessed the attack
- on Jake Preston.
- Right, they're
neighbors. Same building,
different floor.
Wait a second. Ashley
wasn't planned, but Scotty,
- the guy she was with, was.
- Right,
and it wasn't Ashley's neighbor,
Colin, who was targeted.
It was Jake,
the boy he was with.
This UnSub isn't stalking
the people he kills.
He's stalking the people
that live in that building.
All of his victims
must have interacted
with someone residing there.
So, how does he choose
who he kills?
All right, well,
let's look at it. Ashley
comes home with a womanizer
who the UnSub then killed.
Colin was playing with a video
game he wasn't supposed to have.
The UnSub killed the boy
who gave it to him.
- He's targeting bad influences.
- He sees himself as a protector.
Or as a parent.
He's keeping the people
under his own roof safe.
Which means he most likely
suffered a past loss.
One he blames himself for.
Agents,
what can I do for you?
One of your residents,
Ashley Fouladi,
was killed tonight.
We just want to ask you
a few questions.
Oh, wow.
That's horrible.
Did you happen to notice
anything strange this evening?
No, but I just got here.
Our night guy had
a family emergency,
so I just got called back in.
Did you interact with her
earlier today?
Was she with anyone?
No one was with her, but...
she did ask me
about our visitor logs.
She was trying to find
some guy's number, and
I just sent her up
to our storage room.
Can you show us?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
Right this way.
It's clear.
Somebody's been living up here.
Looks like he's making some sort
of collage or scrapbook
or something.
(crickets chirping)
This guy's got a view
of the entire courtyard
and a half a dozen apartments.
He can see who's
coming and going all day long.
Look at this. It's a live feed.
So who else is he watching?
Well, that's Tanner.
The guy I'm covering for.
- (typing)
- His name is Tanner Johnson,
and life has not been kind.
He lost a child, didn't he?
Yeah, last year.
A ten-year-old son, Jeremy.
According to reports,
Jeremy was playing
with a friend... they were,
like, fake wrestling...
when Tanner, a freelance
photographer-slash-
nighttime doorman, got a call,
left the room to take it.
When he returned,
his son was unconscious.
The friend was trying to revive
him from a choke hold
gone horribly wrong.
His son was strangled.
That's why he uses a garrote.
GARCIA: Jeremy was on
life support for a few days,
- but he died.
- Tanner blames himself.
He stopped watching for
a minute, and he lost his son.
He hasn't stopped
watching since.
The grief
must have consumed him.
That's a hell of a stressor,
but what triggered the murders?
Garcia, what happened
to Tanner's wife?
Did the marriage survive?
Uh...
(beep)
No. She kicked him out
two months ago
right before
the killing started.
JJ:
So, he loses
his child,
then his wife and home.
It's enough
to make anyone unstable.
Add guilt to that,
and it's all too much.
He dissociated.
Paternal transference.
He claimed the residents
of the apartment building
as his family.
But we're missing something.
Why is he documenting
all of this?
We profiled
he's running out of time.
The book must have something
to do with that.
- GARCIA: Oh, snap.
- What is it, Garcia?
Hannah, Tanner's wife...
she's pregnant.
That's who he's watching online.
Garcia, when is the baby due?
(keyboard keys clicking)
The baby's due...
Yesterday.
Matt? I think it's time.
Your nephew's getting antsy.
(gasping)
Don't worry. I'm home.
(gasps)
And when the baby comes,
we're going
to be a family again.
(panting)
Oh!
(yelling):
Oh!
(line ringing)
He's not picking up.
He's not going to.
He's got what he wants.
GARCIA: I am tracking
Hannah's social media
footprint now. Looks like
her brother Matt is staying
with her until the baby is born.
I am sending you his number.
Don't bother, Garcia.
I see him.
Where?
Oh.
Oh, God. God.
You killed him? Why?
- Don't worry about him.
Sit down. - Aah!
GARCIA:
Ah, he's not gonna
hurt Hannah or the baby,
will he?
- (siren blaring)
- BLAKE: Mm, not while she's
pregnant. He has
to keep the child safe.
And after?
(siren blaring)
Look at me. Look at me.
We're gonna be a family again.
No, we can't be a family.
It didn't work.
Well, it will this time.
It will 'cause I've changed.
I've noticed.
(sighs heavily)
I did... I did
everything you said.
I did. I'm stronger now.
I... I can keep our family safe.
If you want to protect us,
I need you to get me
to a hospital.
(Hannah groans loudly)
Please.
(panting):
Please?
(groaning)
No, no. I can't take you
to the hospital.
Something could happen
to the baby.
Oh, God! That's exactly why you
have to get me to a hospital.
No. No. S...
Something can go wrong.
God. And it won't here?
Here.
Here... I can help you.
Aah, you can't help me!
You're too weak.
You've always been weak.
(Hannah groans)
Right.
(Hannah groans softly)
You won't say that
after you've seen this.
(Hannah groans)
Look.
See? Look.
Tanner thinks his book proves
he can take care of the baby.
And if she rejects that,
he could unravel even more.
Uh-huh, and what happens then?
No one will be safe,
not even the child.
(siren blaring)
Huh? Huh?
- (Hannah sighs)
- Look. Look!
- This is Colin. Colin, see...
he's a good boy, really. - Oh.
Till he met this kid, Jake,
but I took care of him. Yeah.
Yeah. And this man...
Scott. Look here.
I'd seen him
at the building before.
You see here, Ashley...
Ashley thought she was
the first girl he seduced
- there, but she wasn't.
- (Hannah sighs)
But I made sure
she was the last.
What is this?
This is proof.
This is proof
that I can protect our new baby.
(gasps, whimpers)
- (tires screech)
- This is proof.
(Tanner pants)
Proof that I'm never...
never gonna let anything
or anyone ever hurt him.
You're... insane.
No.
(yelling)
(Hannah yells)
(gasps)
Put it down.
You can't be in here.
Tanner, think about what you're
doing. You don't want to hurt
your baby, do you? Not after
what happened to Jeremy.
Go away! Just get out of here!
(yelling)
(tires squealing)
- Hannah, how far apart are your
contractions? - They're constant.
- The baby's coming now.
- MORGAN: Look, man,
your baby is about to be born.
Now, we want to help you,
but you need
to put that weapon down.
No! This is my child.
I'm not leaving.
(Hannah yelling)
(sighs)
(Hannah groans)
(Hannah yelling)
Great. Hannah, I need you
to breathe deeply,
okay, breathe deeply.
- Oh, my God. - Hannah,
I need you to start pushing.
We need medics to Hannah
Johnson's residence right away.
They're already on the way.
I can't.
Yes, you can, baby,
just like with Jeremy.
- One, two, three.
- That is not helping.
Tanner, you need to let her go.
The stress isn't good
for the baby.
If Hannah doesn't start pushing
now, we could lose the child.
- Oh.
- L-I have to watch him.
I-I have to keep him safe.
Like you did with Ashley?
That was an accident.
I... I didn't mean to.
MORGAN: I know you didn't.
Accidents happen. What happened
with Jeremy was an accident,
right?
(Hannah panting)
If I had been there,
I could have helped him.
(yelling)
(Hannah panting)
Guys, something's wrong.
The umbilical cord's wrapped
around the baby's throat.
- No. - What?!
- Well, Reid, do something.
I-I need something
to cut the cord with quickly.
(Hannah groans)
Use these.
No! No!
Don't worry, Hannah. Your baby's
doing fine, but you need to keep
- pushing, okay?
- All right, medics on the way.
We can't risk moving her now. We
have to deliver the baby here.
- Oh, God!
- TANNER: No!
REID: Okay, it's
time to start pushing.
- No. - REID: Squeeze my hand
as hard as you can and push.
- JJ: One, two, three.
- HANNAH: Um, I can't. I...
REID: Yes, you can.
You're doing great.
Look, I need to see this.
- You're doing great.
- (Hannah sighs)
I can see the head.
Keep pushing. Keep pushing.
You've seen enough.
- No! No!
- REID: Big pushes.
All right? Keep pushing.
Oh, my God, please.
- REID: Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
- (Hannah groaning)
TANNER:
Oh, God!
(Tanner sobbing)
(Hannah crying)
(baby crying)
REID:
"The most important thing
"that parents can teach
their children
is how to get along
without them."
Frank Clark.
And to Dr. Spencer Reid,
who may be adding MD
to an already impressive list
of credentials.
And to Spencer Johnson.
May he prove to be the child
prodigy like his namesake.
How on earth
did you know what to do?
When JJ was pregnant with Henry,
I memorized the delivery manuals
just in case she went into labor
in the field.
- Ah.
- REID: Have to admit,
the practical application did
not quite live up to the theory.
Oh, you were great, Spence.
Thanks. This night is not
about me, though. To Dave Rossi.
Oh. I-I still can't believe
you guys did this.
We wanted to make sure that you
had one last proper good-bye.
Mm-hmm. And I may
or may not have posted
on the Quantico message boards
that all the drinks
- are on you tonight.
- And they are, indeed.
- Thank you very much.
- HOTCH: Um, but that's not all.
I don't believe that, uh,
any of the members of this team
have heard you sing.
(high-pitched
microphone feedback)
Next up is David Rossi.
That was intentional.
- (applause)
- Next up is David Rossi.
- (applause and cheering)
- WOMAN: Yeah!
Dave, get your ass up here
and sing us out already.
And look, it's in your key.
Yeah, Q square.
(intro to "Piano Man" plays)
- Whoo!
- Yeah! Yeah!
- Ow!
- All righty.
(applause and cheering)
To all the great memories
that have happened
within these walls.
And if you think I'm doing this
without backup,
you're nuts. Come on, JJ, Reid.
- Go, front and center.
- (overlapping chatter)
Morgan.
ROSSI:
Oh, get ready. Get ready.
(indistinct chatter)
♪ Da, da-da, da♪
♪ Da-da-da, da, da,
da-da...♪
What time is it?
♪ It's nine o'clock
on a Saturday♪
♪ The regular crowd
shuffles in♪
♪ There's an old man
sitting next to me♪
♪ Making love
to his tonic and gin♪
- ♪ Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da♪
- ROSSI: Blake?
- ♪ Da-da, da, da-da,
da-da, da♪ - Hotchner!?
- ♪ Da-da, da-da, da♪
- Hotchner! - He's gonna
say something.
He's gonna say something.
- ♪ Da, da-da, da-da, da♪
- What is it?
What is it?
♪ He says, "Son,
can you play me a memory?"♪
How does it go?
♪ I'm not really sure
how it goes♪
How does it make you feel?
♪ But it's sad and it's sweet
and I knew it complete♪
When?
♪ When I wore
a younger man's clothes♪
Hum a little of it.
♪ Oh, da, da-da, da, da♪
- ♪ Na, na♪
- Oh!
♪ Da, da-da♪
♪ Ah♪
♪ Ah.♪
Ripped By mstoll
Ripped By mstoll
(alarm clock
buzzing rhythmically)
(beep, alarm stops)
(man sighs)
WOMAN:
Oh, what are you doing?
MAN:
I'm gonna be late for work.
WOMAN:
The sun's not even up.
MAN:
It is in London.
WOMAN:
Oh.
(laughing):
Your job sucks.
MAN:
Ah. Well, it pays the bills.
WOMAN:
Yeah, well, not mine.
Turn off the light.
MAN:
Don't I get a kiss first?
WOMAN:
No.
MAN:
Please.
One.
But one is not enough.
Call me. We'll talk.
You don't think I'll call.
- I know you won't call.
- (man laughs)
You'll text.
Say, "'Sup?"
Expect me to come over
and have sex with you,
and go back home.
Is it the entire male species
that you have a low opinion of,
or is it just me?
Just you.
I will call you tonight,
I promise.
And I'll come back
to you... again.
Good.
Have fun at work.
(crickets chirping)
(unseen man breathes heavily)
(touch tones sounding)
(line ringing)
- Dude.
- Kara, listen.
- I think I'm in love.
- Scotty just left my place.
- Her name is Ashley.
- The guy at the bar.
No, man.
It's not like that. It...
There was a real connection.
What do you think?
He just left.
(laughing): I'm telling you,
man, she's a game changer.
No, I know,
but it wasn't like that.
- This guy was... real.
- She has a thing for bunnies.
And when I say "a thing," I
mean, she's seriously obsessed.
(Scotty laughs)
- No, I will not tell you
his shoe size. - Yeah. (gasps)
(groaning)
MAN (singing off-key):
? You must remember this?
? A kiss is still a kiss?
? A sigh is just a sigh?
? The fundamental things apply?
- Right over there.
- ? As time goes by...?
That's where I saw Carolyn
the first time.
No offense, Rossi,
but this place
is kind of a dump.
No, back then it wasn't.
Back then the biggest names
would come here.
Creedence, The Eagles, Chicago.
It was a Marine bar.
They played for us jarheads.
What was Carolyn doing here?
Waiting for Ringo.
Beatlemania was no joke.
I mean,
it would make the women crazy.
She'd write them a letter
once a week,
begging the band to come visit.
Did they ever come?
Ringo did... after his divorce.
But luckily,
Carolyn met me first.
But that's how
we all became friends.
Double honey for Dave, and
an Arnold Palmer for the kid.
(phone beeps)
Oh, on second thought, Helen,
it's Garcia.
So much for a night off.
You'd better bring us the bill.
Okay. That'll be ten bucks.
No, you can charge us
for the drinks we didn't have.
Everything's marked down
until it's all gone.
Oh, you can't close.
This place is history.
Unfortunately, Dave,
history doesn't pay the bills.
(sighs)
Marines used to be big business.
HELEN:
Still are.
That's why three new bars
opened up across the street.
(person clapping)
What's that thing they say
about competition?
It breeds success?
It sucks.
Oh. Keep the change.
Thank you, Dave.
I hate to see this place go.
(computer chirps)
GARCIA: Beantown has turned
into chokeville.
Three victims, all male,
wallets stolen.
The UnSub uses a garrote
to strangle his victims.
He strikes at night, and
there have been no witnesses.
- How much did he get?
- Well, it's odd.
Each of the victims,
socioeconomically,
is lower to middle class.
It's doubtful
there would have been much cash,
and there have been
no charge attempts
on any of their credit cards.
So the murders might not be
about money at all.
Taking the wallets could be
a forensic countermeasure
to delay victim identification.
That could be the sitch
with the first two victims,
but the latest one,
Scott Delfino...
he was on the phone with his
roommate when he was attacked.
Call cut out unexpectedly.
Repeated callbacks
went straight to voice mail.
And Delfino's body was found
an hour later.
Indications were
that he'd been blitzed.
Which speaks
to the killer's prep work,
but also his desperation.
He chose a location
to lay in wait
but wasn't capable of adapting
to a target on the phone.
Well, that could be arrogance
getting in the way,
making his organization
appear mixed.
To me, that screams
false confidence.
MORGAN: Which means
the desperation is what's
driving him.
It's not about the kills.
It's about
what the murders represent.
He's mission oriented.
He doesn't want to kill them.
He has to.
Which suggests the UnSub
has no personal connection
to his victims.
Except, choking as a kill method
is extremely personal.
He feels each victim
take their last breath.
What if the wallets are a form
of depersonalization?
He's stripping his victims of
- their identities.
- REID: Which means, he may feel
stripped of his own.
If the wallets are trophies,
he could be seeking recognition
for his work.
And he may not stop killing
until he gets that recognition?
Let's go.
(whistling)
CHILD:
? The itsy bitsy spider?
? Went up the waterspout?
? Down came the rain?
? And washed the spider out?
- ? Out came the sun?
- (squeaking)
? And dried up all the rain?
(whistling continues)
? And the itsy bitsy spider
went up the spout again?
? The itsy bitsy spider...?
(door opens)
- ? Went up?
- (door closes)
? The waterspout?
? Down came the rain?
? And washed the spider out?
(sniffles)
? Out came the sun
and dried up all the rain?
? And the itsy bitsy spider?
? Went up the spout again.?
ROSSI: "If passion drives you,
let reason hold the reins."
Benjamin Franklin.
Ryan Maxford worked as a
counselor at a local boys' home.
And Scott Delfino worked
for Dynamo Industries,
which is an international
pharmaceutical firm.
Besides gender,
the victimology varies.
He doesn't care
about age or race.
Blends in and is most likely
unassuming.
MORGAN:
Yet has no problem taking down
a six-foot-five, 260-pound man.
Maxford was
a former football All-American.
Which probably rules out
my "UnSub is a woman
who hates men" theory.
It'd be hard
to gain leverage on these guys.
True, but hatred of men
might not be far off.
The victims could be surrogates.
For someone else,
or the UnSub himself?
MORGAN:
Well, it's too early to tell. If
the UnSub does feel stripped
of his own identity,
he could be trying to make
these men appear the same way.
He could be recognizing in
his victims a behavioral trait
consistent
with the object of his rage
that triggers him to kill.
We need to determine where
he's finding his victims.
REID:
Geographically
speaking, none of the victims
lived near one another,
but they were all killed
downtown,
which is where
the UnSub likes to operate.
That fits
with where Maxford works,
but not
with the other two victims.
His area of control,
while relatively small, includes
a number of residential
and commercial buildings.
Factoring in a three-mile radius
in a city with a population
of 636,479, over 48.28 miles,
we're looking at approximately
39,549.23 people
living in his comfort zone.
MORGAN:
How many of them male?
18,944.08.
- (scoffs)
- HOTCH: Garcia,
start with the victim's
known associates.
We need a list of everyone
who lives and works downtown.
- On it. I'm a genius, too.
- (beep)
HOTCH: Morgan, Blake and I will
go to the field office
and start with Garcia's list.
Dave, go to the M.E.
And see what they can offer us.
JJ, you
and Reid, go to the scene where
Scott Delfino's body was found.
His roommate's waiting
to talk to you there.
Is that a good idea?
Talking to him where
- his friend was murdered?
- HOTCH: Well, apparently,
he's insisting on it.
Boston PD says he won't
leave the scene until you do.
JJ:
Ben Harrison?
You're the FBI?
I'm Agent Jennifer Jareau.
This is Dr. Spencer Reid.
You know we didn't have
to do this here.
We could have talked
back at our field office.
I wanted
to see where it happened.
I was talking to him
one second, and then...
that's it.
Gone.
Right here,
Scotty's story ends.
Scotty must have been coming
from the east.
Otherwise, the UnSub's position
would have left him exposed.
But?
That avenue offers three
different directions to head
in lieu of this alleyway,
so how did the UnSub know
Scotty was going
to choose this particular one?
You told the police
he met a girl last night,
so walking home this way
wouldn't be part of his
- regular routine, right?
- No.
REID: When planning a blitz
attack with varying
avenues of approach,
what do you do?
Eliminate the variable.
Strike as close as you can
to the point of origin
or destination.
But Scotty was still miles
away from home.
The woman he met lives nearby.
Do you have any idea
who she was?
Only that her name is Ashley,
and she likes bunnies.
Don't ask.
It was the last thing
he said to me.
- JJ: Do you know where they met?
- I'm not sure.
We were watching the Pats game
at the Purple Shamrock,
and then I had to bail at half
to pick up my girlfriend
- from Logan, so...
- REID: Do you think
Scotty stayed there,
or would he have ventured
elsewhere after you left?
I don't know. There are
so many bars in the area,
and Scotty had a tendency to...
wander.
With women, you mean?
Let's just say it wasn't often
that he slept alone.
Did that rub anyone
the wrong way?
Not anyone that knew him.
He was too good a guy
not to like.
What'd you find out?
We just talked to JJ.
Scott Delfino's roommate said
something interesting.
Apparently,
Delfino was a womanizer
but was too good of a guy
not to like.
And we heard something similar
from Ryan Maxford's family.
Stand-up guy but he was always
broke and asking for money.
They would give it to him
because, despite his flaws,
everybody loved him.
Yeah, that fits Mike Dunsmore,
too.
He spent a quarter
of his income on marijuana,
but he volunteered five mornings
a week at a soup kitchen.
It's a stretch,
but could this be our link?
Is the UnSub targeting men
based on their supposed
character flaws?
He'd have to have stalked them
well in advance.
Why stalk someone you don't have
a personal connection to?
Because he's not targeting
a specific person...
he's targeting a specific type.
Men he thinks
are too good to be true.
??
BOY:
All right, check this out...
(skateboard clacking)
Okay, now, um, try a trick.
- BOY 2: Oh! - What? That was
kind of lame, all right?
- What?!
- That was lame.
- That was...
- You got, like,
- no air on it. - I landed the
trick. I don't see you doing...
BOY 1:
It was sloppy, though.
BOY 2: Oh, well,
it's better than your tricks.
And it... Wait up. Hey, stop.
Yeah, yeah.
You pick up your board.
- Dude, put the cigarettes away.
- Why?
- My mom talked to Mrs. Herron
yesterday. - She found out
- about the test? - Yeah,
and the three before that,
so now I'm grounded
until the end of the semester.
That's, like, six weeks.
You don't think I know that?
She even took my PSP.
No games for a month and a half.
So unless
you want your mom
to do the same exact thing,
I'd pocket those cigarettes.
- You know what the problem is?
Danny Terrido. - Danny Terrido.
You can't miss the fight
tonight.
Without you,
he'll kick all our asses.
There's nothing
I can do about it.
- My PSP is locked up.
- Take mine.
Don't let your mom see it.
- We got to play.
- What about you?
Parents are at my brother's game
tonight. I'll steal his.
That lady's so hot.
Right? One of these days
I'm gonna have the nerve
to talk to her.
- All right, man. I'm out.
- All right. Sweet.
- Text me when you get home.
- Yeah, definitely.
- See you.
- (skateboard departing)
GARCIA: Do you know
how many Ashleys there are
in downtown Boston?
Too many Ashleys.
That's how many Ashleys.
And the only thing I have
to track her down
is she has a penchant
for bunnies.
(groans) So I'm pulling receipts
from local
pet shops. Nothing crosses.
And, anyway,
even if she likes bunnies, it
doesn't mean she owns bunnies.
I like unicorns...
I don't have any unicorns.
I feel like I'm on a trail led
by wild geese. And bunnies.
What about Scott's cell phone?
He probably put Ashley's number
in it before he died.
Yeah, that phone broke
during the struggle.
I-I searched his cloud server,
- but his contacts hadn't updated
yet. - We need to find her,
Penelope. Ashley might be able
to identify the UnSub,
which means she could be
at risk, too.
I know, I... You know what?
Send me that broken cell phone.
I may be able to pull data
from the device itself.
And in the meantime,
forward Delfino's calls to us.
If she tries, then we'll be able
to talk to her.
Smart thinking, sensei.
Routing it now.
Delfino put up a struggle, but
there was nothing he could do.
Killer had all the leverage.
Can you tell what kind
of garrote was used?
It varies.
First was fishing line,
then picture wire.
Now some kind of cable.
All common household items.
M. E: I'd say he's definitely
making the weapons himself.
ROSSI: From the looks of it,
learning quickly.
Each wire was stronger
than the last.
There's something else. He's cut
a lock of hair off every victim.
Something tells me
that's more than an act
of depersonalization.
He wants to remember these men.
And what he did to them.
(crickets chirping)
- KARA: Anything yet?
- Nothing.
Typical asshat.
He's not, though.
How many times has a guy said
he'd call and didn't?
- Too many.
- He wasn't like that.
- You weren't there.
- Call him.
I can't.
- You don't have his number.
- (chuckles)
That's how sure I was
he would call.
Rookie mistake.
Uh, we're out of wine.
Told you we should've got
another bottle.
ASHLEY:
We can always get more.
KARA: Not this late.
There's a killer on the streets.
ASHLEY:
Oh, yeah, I saw something
about that posted on campus.
(Kara speaks indistinctly)
BOY:
Just-just keep your focus.
- Okay, I'll cover you.
- (gunfire on PSP)
All right, um, there's one
in the rafters.
Aw, crap, I missed.
Flank left, flank left.
I'm trying,
but Terrido's on my ass.
I've got him in my sights.
So shoot him already,
or I'm toast.
Hold on. One sec.
And now I'm dead.
But so is Terrido. We win.
Good for us. I'm still dead.
(Ã la Spock):
The needs of many, my friend.
- So I'm collateral damage.
- No, you can't think
of it that way, Jake.
You're on the Sox
and you just hit
a sacrifice fly.
Yeah, yeah. I'll show you
who the sacrifice is gonna be.
(gunfire on PSP)
Uh-oh.
Looks like your brother's
about to bust you on his PSP.
Nah, he won't be back
for another hour.
We can play one more round.
Then who's there with you?
No one. Why? Can you sneak out?
(gunfire continues)
Jake, there's someone
behind you.
- What are you... Colin!
- (gunfire continues)
Jake?
Mom, help! Help!
- Mom, Jake's in trouble! Hurry!
- (Jake choking)
ROSSI: Friend called it in.
Lives down the street.
What kind of mission
involves killing a teenage boy?
Normally I would say this points
to a devolution
in the UnSub's psyche.
Well, he's killed Jake
in his home.
It's the first time
he's been inside. Why?
BLAKE: We've been canvassing
the area pretty heavily.
Maybe he's adapting
to increased police activity.
He was a low-risk victim killed
in his home.
It feels like the UnSub knew
he would be alone.
So he's not just stalking Jake
but his family, too.
As well
as all his other victims.
Well, he can't be everywhere
at once.
Maybe he's been planning this
longer than we thought.
The time between kills is
getting shorter,
but there's no indication
that he's deriving
increased pleasure from them.
Well, it would make sense
if he's feeling pressure
from an outside agency.
Maybe he's got a deadline.
JJ: You"re sure you didn"t catch
a glimpse of him?
Just movement in the background.
I tried to warn Jake, but...
Did Jake see who was there?
- Did he say anything to you?
- He saw him.
I mean, the guy was right there.
Jake was so scared.
I can't get his face
out of my head.
- (sighs)
- It's okay.
I just have...
one more question.
Do you think
you can handle that?
Yeah.
Okay.
Did Jake seem like he recognized
the man in his house?
What are you...
Colin!
Yeah.
Yeah, he knew him.
And I could see it on his face.
But he didn't say who it was.
Just because you recognize
someone
doesn't necessarily mean
you know 'em.
The man could simply be someone
that Jake routinely passes
on the street.
Whoever he is,
we're gonna get him.
- Okay?
- Okay.
Agent Jareau...
have you ever been shot?
Why do you ask?
I just can't stop thinking
about how it felt.
Did it hurt a lot
when Jake died?
You don't need to worry
about that.
Jake wasn't shot.
Then what was the flash?
(gunfire on PSP)
What are you...
(camera shutter clicks)
The UnSub we're looking for
is a dangerous voyeur
who feeds off the thrill
of knowing his victims
can't see him.
REID: Typically,
voyeurs are nonviolent
and content
to remain bystanders.
This one is different.
He's on a mission
that includes taking action.
And in that mission, he didn't
hesitate to kill a teenage boy.
Anyone who stands between him
and his goal is at risk.
BLAKE: We believe
he"s documenting his work.
He"s taking pictures and
collects personal connections
to his victims...
their wallets and their hair.
ROSSI: lt"s important to him to
have proof of what he"s doing.
MORGAN: Voyeurs like to create
fantasies in their heads
of what the objects
of their obsessions
- should be like.
- ROSSI: He creates
a character identity
instead of a reality,
and when a person steps outside
of the parameters
that the UnSub has set
for them, he strikes.
JJ: This UnSub appears
to be triggered by males
acting on what he perceives
to be character flaws.
Seemingly innocuous infractions
to us are magnified
in the UnSub"s psychosis.
HOTCH: Based on the planning
and sophistication
of the kills, we believe that
he"s in his late 30s or 40s.
REID:
The geographic profile tells us
this UnSub is not only dumping
his victims downtown.
He's hunting there, too.
So this is where we need
to redouble our efforts.
Go building to building,
door to door.
This guy's a fly on the wall.
He"s able to learn secrets
without anyone
- realizing he"s there.
- BLAKE: He"ll have a job
that involves very little
social interaction,
but that puts him in a position
where he can observe
others unnoticed.
JJ: So we should look at service
workers, groundskeepers,
anyone paid to be invisible.
HOTCH:
And we need to move quickly.
This UnSub is approaching
some sort of perceived deadline.
The closer it gets,
the more erratic
and dangerous he'll become.
Thank you.
(laughing)
Hello?
Oh. Can I help you, Ms. Fouladi?
Hey, Nick. I was wondering
if I could take a look
at your guest log. A friend of
mine came over the other night
and I lost his contact
information. I was hoping you
- might have it.
- Oh, well, let's take a look.
What was his name?
Scott. Scott Delfino.
Scott Delfino.
Hmm. I'm not seeing it.
You sure that's his name?
- Yes.
- (chuckles)
Oh, you know what, this is only
going back to yesterday.
Looks like the old sheets
have been filed.
- And where would those be?
- In a box
up in our storage attic.
Uh, Tanner,
our night guy, usually
handles all of our paperwork.
I'm pretty sure he can grab
those for you once he finishes
- his rounds.
- Is there any chance I could
take a look right now? Please?
It's important.
I'm running
kind of late, but, um...
Tell you what.
Ah. Give this to Tanner
when you're done.
Deal. Thanks.
- Have a good night.
- You, too.
MORGAN:
Talk to me,
- baby girl. - You'd better get
ready to get down
on one knee, 'cause this BG Boo
just earned herself
one hell of a diamond.
- What'd you find?
- Scott Delfino's
phone is a Hotch mess...
hot mess... you know what I mean.
Data scrambled like a Denver
omelet on a Sunday morning.
I can feel those smoldering
get-to-the-point stares
from here, so I will.
If the name Ashley is on Scott's
phone, I can't find it.
Penelope, this is sounding
more like cubic zirconia.
Bite your pretty tongue.
I didn't stop
at the first rejection;
I did what you guys did.
I profiled the guy.
Scotty is a ladies' man.
Gets a lot of names and numbers,
got to keep track of 'em all.
What's a player to do, playa?
He gave her a nickname.
Baby Girl's already taken.
- (typing)
- But Bunny wasn't.
Tell me you got a number.
Of course I did. Now so do you.
Sending it now.
Box...
Which box?
Hello?
(gasps)
(quick, shallow breaths)
I really wish
you hadn't seen that.
- (whimpers): No, wait. Wait.
- No.
- No.
- (thud)
No, listen.
- (grunts)
- Oh!
Help!
(cries)
- (shrieks) Let me go, please.
- (grunting)
- Shh, shh.
- (grunting)
(muffled screaming)
Please, please...
(muffled screaming)
Hold still!
(screams)
(crash)
(indistinct radio chatter)
ROSSI:
He killed a woman this time.
Yeah, she's also
the first one he covered up.
This is remorse.
She wasn't part of the plan.
Which explains
why he moved the body.
She wasn't killed here.
No, the garrote
was used postmortem.
COD appears to be blunt force
trauma to the back of the head.
He didn't do a good job
of covering this up.
He's panicking.
We find where she was killed,
we find him.
- Except no one even knows what
her name is. - ROSSI: No ID.
Just a phone.
- (beep) -AUTOMATED VOICE:
One unheard message.
- (beep)
- Hi, my name is Derek Morgan
with the FBI.
I'm trying to locate a woman,
first name Ashley.
- It's extremely important.
- This is Ashley.
Her name is Ashley Fouladi.
She's a grad student at BC.
Bills, including rent and phone,
are in her father's name.
That's why we couldn't find her.
You got an address, Garcia?
Yeah, 2410 Boylston Street.
Boylston Street. That's
where Colin Kirkland lives.
The boy who witnessed the attack
- on Jake Preston.
- Right, they're
neighbors. Same building,
different floor.
Wait a second. Ashley
wasn't planned, but Scotty,
- the guy she was with, was.
- Right,
and it wasn't Ashley's neighbor,
Colin, who was targeted.
It was Jake,
the boy he was with.
This UnSub isn't stalking
the people he kills.
He's stalking the people
that live in that building.
All of his victims
must have interacted
with someone residing there.
So, how does he choose
who he kills?
All right, well,
let's look at it. Ashley
comes home with a womanizer
who the UnSub then killed.
Colin was playing with a video
game he wasn't supposed to have.
The UnSub killed the boy
who gave it to him.
- He's targeting bad influences.
- He sees himself as a protector.
Or as a parent.
He's keeping the people
under his own roof safe.
Which means he most likely
suffered a past loss.
One he blames himself for.
Agents,
what can I do for you?
One of your residents,
Ashley Fouladi,
was killed tonight.
We just want to ask you
a few questions.
Oh, wow.
That's horrible.
Did you happen to notice
anything strange this evening?
No, but I just got here.
Our night guy had
a family emergency,
so I just got called back in.
Did you interact with her
earlier today?
Was she with anyone?
No one was with her, but...
she did ask me
about our visitor logs.
She was trying to find
some guy's number, and
I just sent her up
to our storage room.
Can you show us?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
Right this way.
It's clear.
Somebody's been living up here.
Looks like he's making some sort
of collage or scrapbook
or something.
(crickets chirping)
This guy's got a view
of the entire courtyard
and a half a dozen apartments.
He can see who's
coming and going all day long.
Look at this. It's a live feed.
So who else is he watching?
Well, that's Tanner.
The guy I'm covering for.
- (typing)
- His name is Tanner Johnson,
and life has not been kind.
He lost a child, didn't he?
Yeah, last year.
A ten-year-old son, Jeremy.
According to reports,
Jeremy was playing
with a friend... they were,
like, fake wrestling...
when Tanner, a freelance
photographer-slash-
nighttime doorman, got a call,
left the room to take it.
When he returned,
his son was unconscious.
The friend was trying to revive
him from a choke hold
gone horribly wrong.
His son was strangled.
That's why he uses a garrote.
GARCIA: Jeremy was on
life support for a few days,
- but he died.
- Tanner blames himself.
He stopped watching for
a minute, and he lost his son.
He hasn't stopped
watching since.
The grief
must have consumed him.
That's a hell of a stressor,
but what triggered the murders?
Garcia, what happened
to Tanner's wife?
Did the marriage survive?
Uh...
(beep)
No. She kicked him out
two months ago
right before
the killing started.
JJ:
So, he loses
his child,
then his wife and home.
It's enough
to make anyone unstable.
Add guilt to that,
and it's all too much.
He dissociated.
Paternal transference.
He claimed the residents
of the apartment building
as his family.
But we're missing something.
Why is he documenting
all of this?
We profiled
he's running out of time.
The book must have something
to do with that.
- GARCIA: Oh, snap.
- What is it, Garcia?
Hannah, Tanner's wife...
she's pregnant.
That's who he's watching online.
Garcia, when is the baby due?
(keyboard keys clicking)
The baby's due...
Yesterday.
Matt? I think it's time.
Your nephew's getting antsy.
(gasping)
Don't worry. I'm home.
(gasps)
And when the baby comes,
we're going
to be a family again.
(panting)
Oh!
(yelling):
Oh!
(line ringing)
He's not picking up.
He's not going to.
He's got what he wants.
GARCIA: I am tracking
Hannah's social media
footprint now. Looks like
her brother Matt is staying
with her until the baby is born.
I am sending you his number.
Don't bother, Garcia.
I see him.
Where?
Oh.
Oh, God. God.
You killed him? Why?
- Don't worry about him.
Sit down. - Aah!
GARCIA:
Ah, he's not gonna
hurt Hannah or the baby,
will he?
- (siren blaring)
- BLAKE: Mm, not while she's
pregnant. He has
to keep the child safe.
And after?
(siren blaring)
Look at me. Look at me.
We're gonna be a family again.
No, we can't be a family.
It didn't work.
Well, it will this time.
It will 'cause I've changed.
I've noticed.
(sighs heavily)
I did... I did
everything you said.
I did. I'm stronger now.
I... I can keep our family safe.
If you want to protect us,
I need you to get me
to a hospital.
(Hannah groans loudly)
Please.
(panting):
Please?
(groaning)
No, no. I can't take you
to the hospital.
Something could happen
to the baby.
Oh, God! That's exactly why you
have to get me to a hospital.
No. No. S...
Something can go wrong.
God. And it won't here?
Here.
Here... I can help you.
Aah, you can't help me!
You're too weak.
You've always been weak.
(Hannah groans)
Right.
(Hannah groans softly)
You won't say that
after you've seen this.
(Hannah groans)
Look.
See? Look.
Tanner thinks his book proves
he can take care of the baby.
And if she rejects that,
he could unravel even more.
Uh-huh, and what happens then?
No one will be safe,
not even the child.
(siren blaring)
Huh? Huh?
- (Hannah sighs)
- Look. Look!
- This is Colin. Colin, see...
he's a good boy, really. - Oh.
Till he met this kid, Jake,
but I took care of him. Yeah.
Yeah. And this man...
Scott. Look here.
I'd seen him
at the building before.
You see here, Ashley...
Ashley thought she was
the first girl he seduced
- there, but she wasn't.
- (Hannah sighs)
But I made sure
she was the last.
What is this?
This is proof.
This is proof
that I can protect our new baby.
(gasps, whimpers)
- (tires screech)
- This is proof.
(Tanner pants)
Proof that I'm never...
never gonna let anything
or anyone ever hurt him.
You're... insane.
No.
(yelling)
(Hannah yells)
(gasps)
Put it down.
You can't be in here.
Tanner, think about what you're
doing. You don't want to hurt
your baby, do you? Not after
what happened to Jeremy.
Go away! Just get out of here!
(yelling)
(tires squealing)
- Hannah, how far apart are your
contractions? - They're constant.
- The baby's coming now.
- MORGAN: Look, man,
your baby is about to be born.
Now, we want to help you,
but you need
to put that weapon down.
No! This is my child.
I'm not leaving.
(Hannah yelling)
(sighs)
(Hannah groans)
(Hannah yelling)
Great. Hannah, I need you
to breathe deeply,
okay, breathe deeply.
- Oh, my God. - Hannah,
I need you to start pushing.
We need medics to Hannah
Johnson's residence right away.
They're already on the way.
I can't.
Yes, you can, baby,
just like with Jeremy.
- One, two, three.
- That is not helping.
Tanner, you need to let her go.
The stress isn't good
for the baby.
If Hannah doesn't start pushing
now, we could lose the child.
- Oh.
- L-I have to watch him.
I-I have to keep him safe.
Like you did with Ashley?
That was an accident.
I... I didn't mean to.
MORGAN: I know you didn't.
Accidents happen. What happened
with Jeremy was an accident,
right?
(Hannah panting)
If I had been there,
I could have helped him.
(yelling)
(Hannah panting)
Guys, something's wrong.
The umbilical cord's wrapped
around the baby's throat.
- No. - What?!
- Well, Reid, do something.
I-I need something
to cut the cord with quickly.
(Hannah groans)
Use these.
No! No!
Don't worry, Hannah. Your baby's
doing fine, but you need to keep
- pushing, okay?
- All right, medics on the way.
We can't risk moving her now. We
have to deliver the baby here.
- Oh, God!
- TANNER: No!
REID: Okay, it's
time to start pushing.
- No. - REID: Squeeze my hand
as hard as you can and push.
- JJ: One, two, three.
- HANNAH: Um, I can't. I...
REID: Yes, you can.
You're doing great.
Look, I need to see this.
- You're doing great.
- (Hannah sighs)
I can see the head.
Keep pushing. Keep pushing.
You've seen enough.
- No! No!
- REID: Big pushes.
All right? Keep pushing.
Oh, my God, please.
- REID: Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
- (Hannah groaning)
TANNER:
Oh, God!
(Tanner sobbing)
(Hannah crying)
(baby crying)
REID:
"The most important thing
"that parents can teach
their children
is how to get along
without them."
Frank Clark.
And to Dr. Spencer Reid,
who may be adding MD
to an already impressive list
of credentials.
And to Spencer Johnson.
May he prove to be the child
prodigy like his namesake.
How on earth
did you know what to do?
When JJ was pregnant with Henry,
I memorized the delivery manuals
just in case she went into labor
in the field.
- Ah.
- REID: Have to admit,
the practical application did
not quite live up to the theory.
Oh, you were great, Spence.
Thanks. This night is not
about me, though. To Dave Rossi.
Oh. I-I still can't believe
you guys did this.
We wanted to make sure that you
had one last proper good-bye.
Mm-hmm. And I may
or may not have posted
on the Quantico message boards
that all the drinks
- are on you tonight.
- And they are, indeed.
- Thank you very much.
- HOTCH: Um, but that's not all.
I don't believe that, uh,
any of the members of this team
have heard you sing.
(high-pitched
microphone feedback)
Next up is David Rossi.
That was intentional.
- (applause)
- Next up is David Rossi.
- (applause and cheering)
- WOMAN: Yeah!
Dave, get your ass up here
and sing us out already.
And look, it's in your key.
Yeah, Q square.
(intro to "Piano Man" plays)
- Whoo!
- Yeah! Yeah!
- Ow!
- All righty.
(applause and cheering)
To all the great memories
that have happened
within these walls.
And if you think I'm doing this
without backup,
you're nuts. Come on, JJ, Reid.
- Go, front and center.
- (overlapping chatter)
Morgan.
ROSSI:
Oh, get ready. Get ready.
(indistinct chatter)
♪ Da, da-da, da♪
♪ Da-da-da, da, da,
da-da...♪
What time is it?
♪ It's nine o'clock
on a Saturday♪
♪ The regular crowd
shuffles in♪
♪ There's an old man
sitting next to me♪
♪ Making love
to his tonic and gin♪
- ♪ Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da♪
- ROSSI: Blake?
- ♪ Da-da, da, da-da,
da-da, da♪ - Hotchner!?
- ♪ Da-da, da-da, da♪
- Hotchner! - He's gonna
say something.
He's gonna say something.
- ♪ Da, da-da, da-da, da♪
- What is it?
What is it?
♪ He says, "Son,
can you play me a memory?"♪
How does it go?
♪ I'm not really sure
how it goes♪
How does it make you feel?
♪ But it's sad and it's sweet
and I knew it complete♪
When?
♪ When I wore
a younger man's clothes♪
Hum a little of it.
♪ Oh, da, da-da, da, da♪
- ♪ Na, na♪
- Oh!
♪ Da, da-da♪
♪ Ah♪
♪ Ah.♪
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