Sit down. I've been standing on the other side of that glass thinking about what to do with you, Steven. And this morning I decided to save your life. You're gonna tell me where my killer is. You're gonna give me an address, and you're gonna tell me how to get inside without raising an alarm. You're gonna draw me a map if I need one. And you're gonna do this because he's never been nice to you. He constantly insults you and belittles you. He emasculates you and makes you feel ugly and stupid and worthless. Nothing you ever do is right. Never good enough. You hate him, Steven. And you're also going to tell me because you know you screwed up last night. He told you that your paramount concern was not to attract the attention of the authorities, and you know the punishment will be severe. Nobody knows better than you what he can do to people. I've spent a long time studying monsters like your friend, and I can promise you he's gonna do things to you that even you can't imagine.
S1 E15Unfinished Business
"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles." Charles Chaplin
You're killing me here. Make up your mind.
[Picks up his phone] Hey, back off, pal.
[On the phone] What did I do?
[To Hotch] I wasn't talking to you. [to the flower vendor] I guess roses.
Are you on a date?
No, Uh, Hold on -- Hold on the roses, will you?
And you didn't tell me?
Tell you what? I'm not on a date. I'm just buying flowers.
For who?
Old college friend. Hotch, tell me something, do roses say the wrong thing?
What do you want to say?
Welcome, Hi, Good to see you, sorry I'm so damn late.
Ah, roses say more than that.
Face buddy, you want some action... it's the roses.
She's right.
Hey, Hotch, you're the best Unit Chief I know.
Jason, I'm the only Unit Chief you know.
"I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, my enemies for their good intellects." Oscar Wilde
You've not seen what I've seen.
You chose the BAU.
True. I enjoy my work, even when in the pursuit to understand why a person feels the compelling need to brutally torture, murder, and dismember a child. Mother, father, entire family. The unsubs devoid of any morality, humanity, remorse, when caught often come to believe we're the only ones who understand them. And they're right, we do. Otherwise, how could we catch them?
I'm coming in.
No, do that and this investigation moves inside an interrogation room and by the time the cops catch up we're going to be looking at more dead bodies. He's going to change who he goes after, he has to. We know who Frank is, we don't know the why - you help us find out the why and we'll catch him.
[talking to herself while waiting in her car for Gideon] Nervous whistle. Stop it. Everything is... everything is cool, Garci. Gorgeous tech kitten found in lonely, dark parking lot, throat slashed ear-to-ear. Horrific. Tragic. With the very files of one of the most prolific serial killers ever. Tonight he remains at large, the blood of Quantico's finest...
Oh God! Oh my God!
Drive.
You're right, drive! Yes drive! Drive where?
Just drive.
Just drive, just drive...
Why did you leave Frank? What changed?
He did. Frank changed. He changed just like Agent Gideon said. And he was so angry with Agent Gideon because he knows Frank better than anyone else, and Frank knows that, too.
Sarah was a doctor. She was a mother of three boys.
Hello, Jason.
She worked and ran a treatment center for patients with terminal cancer.
Do you know the birder's term "twitching," Jason?
She dedicated her life to easing the pain of others.
The pursuit of a previously located rare bird.
You took the lives of hundreds. All because your mother was a whore?
Mary Louise Breitkopf. Single mother, German immigrant, lived on the upper east side of Manhattan. She gave birth to her only son, Frank Breitkopf, a bright but ultimately strange boy. A boy that only a mother could love. His needs were such that even the three jobs she worked didn't provide for this special child, a child she wouldn't let out into the world. And when she turned to the world's oldest profession, the boy witnessed every terrible visitation.
You're not a rare bird, Frank. Nothing special about you. You're common, pedestrian... boring.
Once again, the team had battled a monster; and won.
The future of the B.A.U is not in the balance here. The residual impact as a result of the investigations into the crimes and criminals you pursue is. Every cause has its effect.
You think I don't know that?
I believe you are no longer effective in your post.
The modern furniture, the strategically placed magazines, the framed diplomas, the art on the wall, are all in conflict with your family photos. You have three children, but you favor the middle one, your son.
What do you think you're doing?
Of course, you love all your children; but not like your son.
That's enough.
The bonsai you obsessively nurture is to compensate for feelings of failure as a mother.
Agent Hotchner! I said that is enough. My position is not in question here. As your superior, I am questioning your ability to lead your team.
My team? Let me tell you about my team. Agent Morgan fought to protect his identity from the very people who could save him. Why? Because trust has to be earned, and there are very few people he truly trusts. Reid's intellect is a shield which protects him from his emotions and, at the moment, his shield is under repair. Prentiss overcompensates because she doesn't yet feel that she's a part of the team. She needn't worry. Every day, Agent Jareau fields dozens of requests for our team and every night, she goes home hoping she's made the right choices. Garcia fills her office with figurines and color to remind herself to smile as the horror fills her screens. And Agent Gideon in many ways is damned by his profound knowledge of others. Which is why he shares so little of himself yet he pours his heart into every case we handle. I stand by my actions and by my team. And if you think that you can find a better person for the job, good luck.
Agent Hotchner...
How do I know you favor your son? I'm good at my job.
I put you in the BAU. I knew how badly you wanted it. Everyone did. You were never exactly shy about letting us know. But there were those who didn't think assigning you to the BAU was a good idea. They thought you were too reckless... I believed in you, however. It's time to pay back the faith I had. Your team is in trouble. They've lost sight of the big picture. I believe they are reckless and, at times, out of control. It's time for Agent Hotchner's career to come to an end. And if you want to stay in the BAU, Agent Prentiss, you're going to help me make that happen.
[writing the first lines of his letter in voiceover] I knew it would be you who came to the cabin to check on me. You must be frightened. I apologize for that. I never meant to cause you any pain. And I also never envisioned writing this letter. I've searched for a satisfactory explanation for what I'm doing. All I've come up with is, "A profiler needs to have solid footing." I don't think I do anymore. The world confuses me, the cruelty, indifference, tragedy. When my dear friend Sarah was murdered, it tore a hole in me. And I truly believe the way to hand the pain was to get back to our work as quickly as possible. Get on to helping somebody else. I thought I could handle Sarah's murder. Work through it. Remember the very first case we had after? It was on a college campus.
We'd like to give you a rough profile of the man we're all looking for. This is someone with access. He's managed to move in a small community with a high police presence without raising suspicion.
Which means there's a good chance that this is someone you've seen.
This Unsub has killed three women in four days. That's what we call a spree killer. Now, most likely something has happened in the past few days to set him off.
And because he kills white, brunette women, that stressor probably has to do with a woman in his life that fits the same description. Wife, mother girlfriend. Women he's killing, they're most likely a substitute.
What we need you to do is look at people who are part of the campus fabric. See if anyone fits the bill, students, professors, support staff.
I'm sorry, how are my men supposed to know about somebody's home life?
Well, the people around him have seen him devolving. If you suspect someone on campus, talk to anyone who knows him, find out if he's recently found religion, been drinking, even if he's been harming himself.
He may feel emasculated. Considering the stressor and the victimology, there's a good chance that rejection is a recurring theme in his life.
This Unsub displays a great amount of anger, stabs his victims repeatedly, even after their dead. Seconds later, he feels remorse. It's possible that his guilt is because his victims were in a position to trust him.
How goes it in here?
Means of subduing the victim, potential weapon, source of displaced rage, stressor, evidence of a self-destructive spiral and trophies of his kills. Everything that points to the profile, yet nothing we can hold him on!
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