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Uh, excuse me, miss.

You lost?

Uh, no.

I was actually
wondering how much.

How old are you?

I'm 18.

W-wait. I have money.

Do you have a car?

I took a bus.

All right.

Hope you like doing it
standing up.

I--I wouldn't know.
You're my--you're my first.

I'll be gentle.

Money.

Uhh!

Aah!

Ok.

You see my hips?

See my hips? You swing right through,
nice and easy.

All right, come on.
You give it a try.

It was just a ride
to the airport.

This wasn't exactly
what I had in mind

when I said
I owed you one.

Hey, you act like
this is torture.

You know, there are people
who think this is fun.

Believe it or not, most of
my childhood sports memories

aren't altogether pleasant.

Reid, it's just one game.

We need a body.
You might not even have to play.

- Perfect. Can we go now?
- Reid.

Just humor me?

Take the bat and get up
there and give it a try.

Get up there.

You're gonna like this, kid.
I promise.

See it in here.
Just relax.

Here we go.

Ok, ok. First try.

Keep your eye
on the ball.

Gravity plus drag
coefficient plus magnus--

I see what you're saying.
If I can adjust the velocity of my swing--

No, what I'm saying
is get out of your head.

Just feel it.

Feel it. Feel it.

Don't think.
Just feel it.

Just feel.
Don't think, just feel.

Here it comes.

Reid, that's not
feeling it.

I'm feeling like an idiot.

Well, today's
your lucky day.

- We just got a case.
- Yes.

Thank God.

Last night in Miami,
the body of Amanda Lopez

was found in an alley.

She had been brutally
beaten and suffocated.

23 years old,
originally from Tampa,

ran away from her foster home when
she was 16 years old.

Runaway, prostitute.
She couldn't be more high risk.

And there was evidence
of sexual assault, a lot of it.

Occupational hazard.

No way to tell if our unsub
is responsible for that.

Beating and suffocation.

So, he's a sadist.

A lot of violence.
Were there any other victims?

Uh, actually, yes,
but not the human variety.

In the last month,
6 puppies have been

suffocated and beaten,
and thank God there are no photos,

because I draw the line
at dead dogs.

We sure it's the same guy?

Identical DNA samples
were found at all the crime scenes,

but no match
in the CODIS database.

Even if there was a match,
it might not give us an I.D.

That sure is a lot of rage.
I wonder why he's so angry.

It's about the power.
Suffocation takes work.

He likes it up close

and personal.

This unsub's just graduated from
animals to human victims.

We need to stop him
before he goes serial.

Wheels up in 30.

Uhh!

What are you watching?

Jeez, mom, you ever
hear of knocking?

Who was that screaming?

Uh...

It just some stupid YouTube video.
What do you want?

I just came to see
if you wanted some breakfast.

I'm fine.

Uh, please leave me alone?

Ok.

Uhh!

♪ Criminal Minds 8x06 ♪
The Apprenticeship
Original Air Date on November 7, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

"Better than a thousand days
of diligent study

is one day
with a great teacher."

Japanese proverb.

Amanda Lopez has no next of kin
and no one reported her missing.

She was an easy target.
The unsub probably hoped for that.

The animals were all killed
in a relatively small geographical radius,

in a mostly middle-class
suburban area.

But Amanda's body was found
the other side of town

in Miami's skid row.

So he left his comfort zone
to kill his first human.

A choice he probably made
out of necessity.

It's hard to find easy
targets

in middle-class
residential areas.

He may be young. Typically
you see violence to animals

in children and teens.

But the jump to humans is
usually made in their mid-20s.

Mm-mmm. Thomas Dillon
started killing at 39.

Joseph Duncan was 43?

Usually.

Well, either way,
this guy's moving fast.

His animal kills
were only days apart.

He enjoys it. And now that
he's gotten a taste for humans,

he's gonna need
another fix soon.

Dave, you and Blake
go to the M.E.

Morgan and Reid
to the crime scenes.

JJ, you're with me.

Agent Hotchner.

Detective Ogilvie,
nice to meet you.

This is Agent Jareau.

Detective.

Right this way.

Thank you.

When I first saw
what this guy was doing,

I wanted to call you
weeks ago,

but brass didn't think
that dogs was worth the trouble.

Got you set up in here.

Here's the list of pet
owners you asked for.

Thank you.

Is there anything else
I can get you?

No, I think we're good
for now, thanks.

Whatever you need.
We're here to help.

You know, looking at the offense
cluster there's a pretty good

chance he could live,
right in this area.

Or it could just be
his hunting grounds.

I don't know. I mean, look at
where he killed all the animals.

You could walk
between each spot,

but then he goes
way up here

to get Amanda Lopez.

There's a... busline
that runs straight through

both neighborhoods.

And she was killed
only a couple of blocks

from one of the stops.

All right, so maybe he doesn't
have access to a vehicle.

That would give us
an abbreviated distance

to crime value.

So he starts with dogs
in his own neighborhood,

then when he works up
the courage,

he hops on the bus

and finds his first human
victim.

Garcia's compiling a list of
known violent offenders in the area.

Her jaw, orbital bones

were fractured
in several places.

And he did it
with his bare hands.

I wouldn't be surprised
if he broke one of them.

See here.

He started the beating
with his right

and he finished
with his left.

No defensive wounds.

He caught her by surprise
in a blitz attack.

This took anger and stamina.

He's in shape or on drugs.

Or in shape and on drugs.

The actual cause of death--
suffocation.

So he beats her
into submission

and then suffocates her
with the bag.

We also found alcohol
in her system.

She was fairly lit
when he killed her.

Well, it helps that she's,
what, barely 100 pounds?

Easier to subdue.

I don't think he was
a very big guy himself.

You can tell
by the bruising.

He's got small hands.

All that rage. And even
with his animal victims.

He must be getting off
on the violence.

So, he's a sexual sadist.

A young, inexperienced one.

He's disorganized, sloppy.

And he killed and dumped her
in a high-traffic area.

He's too impulsive
to be an older guy.

He's lucky, too.

That alley's near
a major thoroughfare.

It's a miracle
nobody saw anything.

Uh, excuse me, Hollie.

I think--I think I may
need to go home.

I'm not feeling so good.

There's no one to cover
your shift, Toby.

Can't you do it?

And work another double?

Sure. It's what I live for.

So what's wrong with you?

I... puked this morning.

I think I have
the chills now.

It feels like the flu.
I just--

I mean, I hope
I'm not contagious.

Fine. Go.

The last dog was found
in these bushes over here.

The other dogs were found
in a similar park not far away.

Except for the one
found in an alley

about a mile from here.

Hey, Reid.

You remember those days?

Mm, not really.

Well, where did you hang out
as a teenager?

Library, chemistry lab,
library--

No, no, no, no, no.
I'm talking about normal,

non-genius teenage
type of stuff.

Malls, coffee shops,

parks.

We passed a mall and two
coffee shops on the way here.

And a high school, too.

That would explain why
the unsub's so impulsive.

He might still be
an adolescent.

Mm! I thought you'd never call.

My ears are hungry.
Your voice is like food.

Well, I need your help,
sweetness.

Yes! Yes, your wish
is my command.

I need you
to widen your search

for violent offenders
in the area to juveniles.

Mm, searching for bad boys.
It's my specialty.

I'll hit you
with a list ASAP.

- Thank you, angel.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey.

Hey?

That's all
you've got is "hey"?

You mad at me?

Mad at you? Why would I
be mad at you, Toby?

You do something wrong?

Get in the car.

Get in the damn car.

What do you got to say
for yourself?

I got your texts.
I'm sorry. All right?

We've been over this. You know
how bad that could have been?

Yeah, I--look,
I was nervous,

I freaked out. I don't--
I don't really know what happened.

It wasn't like
I thought it was gonna be.

I'm sorry.

They say it's never as good
as your first time.

The truth is...

first time sucks.

You don't know
what you're doing.

You're fumbling around.

It's awkward.

It does get better.

I promise.

All right.

You know what?

I might have just the thing
to make you feel better.

I didn't even know the Bureau
had a softball team.

Since when do you play?

Since Morgan drafted me.

Really? Why?

Don't let the skinny
geek thing fool you.

I know the good doctor's
deceptively athletic.

Oh, it's deceptive,
all right.

Blake, what did you find out?

None of the pet owners
had much.

Each of their dogs just
disappeared from their yard.

But he did get into
their yards unnoticed,

so that means he stalked them
and knew their patterns.

What about the list
of juvenile offenders Garcia sent us?

Local P.D.'s checking out
a few names that caught my eye.

Excuse me. Agent Hotchner,

another woman's body
was just found.

That was quick.

Ok. I got it.

Her name is Vicky Thomas.

22-year-old prostitute.

Originally
out of Daytona Beach.

And she's got
a 2-year-old son.

Victimology matches.

So does the plastic bag.

Guys, this is a residential area,
not frequented by prostitutes.

Well, he didn't kill her
here, he just dumped her.

He didn't beat her either.
She took a blow to the head.

Bite marks. Pretty rare M.O.

He didn't do that
to the other victim.

And look at her.
She's filthy.

He must have rolled her
around in all this trash.

Probably a forensic countermeasure
used to degrade the crime scene.

And the victim.

Ok, so he beats and suffocates
his first victim

and just dumps her.

But this one
he clocks over the head,

bites her,
but he covers his tracks.

That's a huge shift in M.O.
you think he's evolving?

Well, that's a pretty
rapid evolution.

It might not even be
the same guy.

Well, it can't be
a copycat.

The story literally
just made the news.

Yeah, and what about
the plastic bag?

He used that
on both victims.

Yeah, but nothing
about the second kill

says young or impulsive.
He thought this one through.

Guys, what if we're
dealing with a team?

If there are two of them,
they're feeding off each other.

This could turn into a spree
real soon.

Hey there.

How you doin'?

I'm good, baby.
How are you?

Oh, I had a hard day
at work.

I'm just looking
for a little fun.

How much?

Depends on what you want.

I want it all.

200.

Sold.

Get in.

So what's your name?

Shawna.

Shawna.
That's a pretty name.

Sit back and relax
and enjoy the ride.

Uhh!

Hey! You don't want
to make me use this.

Not so tight.
Not so tight.

You want to make
this part last.

The trick is you want to
give her a good scare.

That way she does
whatever you say.

Isn't that right,
Shawna?

You're gonna do whatever
we tell you, aren't you?

Yeah.

Jogger ran by this morning.
Said his dog went crazy.

They're not bothering
about hiding the bodies.

Not worried about being
connected to their victims.

Arrogant.

What do you we know
about her?

Name is Shawna Radford.

21-year-old prostitute.

Some of my guys
have seen her around.

She doesn't trick
anywhere near here.

There's no apparent
bite marks.

She's got a lot
of swelling and bruising.

She obviously took a blow
to the forehead.

Looks like it could have been
a hammer.

So why do they even
need the bag?

Suffocation's
a form of torture.

And they enjoy
watching her suffer.

It's also become
something of a signature.

In this case,
it's part M.O., part ritual.

And this combines elements
of the first and second murders.

The first time
was violent and sloppy.

No planning,

no forensic countermeasures.
Just a lot of rage.

The second murder
was more sophisticated.

If this is a team, one of them might be
much younger than the other.

Which means the older unsub
is probably the more dominant partner.

He's teaching him.

The first kill was committed
by the younger unsub.

It was exactly that,
his very first.

So he probably did it alone.

So what does that make
the second kill?

A demonstration.

And this one's about perfecting
their M.O. together.

When can I take
this thing off?

This is a surprise.
Why do you want to ruin it?

I--'cause I don't like
surprises.

We are... here.

You know, when we started
this whole thing, I wasn't sure, I just--

you know, I didn't know
if you had it in you.

Thanks a lot?

Last couple nights,

I mean, you've come
a long way.

I'm proud of you, Toby.

I really am.

Go ahead.
Take that thing off.

Ok.

Ta-daa!

This is your surprise?

It's graduation day,
my man.

Come on.

Based on victim type
and kill zone dynamics,

we believe that we're
looking for two white males,

one significantly older
than the other.

The younger unsub we believe
is an adolescent.

He probably
lives in the area,

so odds are he's a student
at a local high school.

We think the older unsub
is in his late 30s to early 40s.

Now, he's sophisticated,

so he probably has violent
criminal experience.

So you should be looking
at ex-cons,

and we can't rule out
people who've had

law enforcement training.

The older one
had access to teenagers,

but somehow
he didn't stick out.

Which means he most likely
lives or works near an area

where young people congregate.

Like a school, church,
or a community center.

Now, he's also charismatic,

the type of guy that
a teen would easily trust.

Maybe a teacher or a coach.

No. No, no, no.

It's lightweight, cheap.
It won't last.

Now, this one--

look, it's a little more
expensive, but it's worth it.

Much like
the D.C. snipers,

John Allen Muhammad
and Lee Boyd Malvo,

this is a mentor/mentee
relationship,

where the old one is attempting
to teach the younger one

to become a better killer.

This dynamic is rare,
but the symbiotic nature

of their mutual desires
actually strengthens their

affinity for one another.

There's a chance
they're related.

We should consider
a father and son team,

brothers, or possibly
an Uncle and nephew.

But even if there
is no biological connection,

this relationship has all the hallmarks
of their kind of bond.

The younger one's
probably looking for a father figure,

trying to fill
some emotional void.

No fuss, no muss.

You have your fun and
Johnny law's none the wiser.

They prey on prostitutes,

so put the word
on the street

to any of the working girls
you may know.

Yeah, I like this one.

Ohh... o ho ho.

That's a $100 titanium
framing hammer.

Beautiful...

easily traced.

Now, this one,

this is your garden variety
$5.00 16-ouncer with a steel head.

Sold at a hundred stores
everywhere.

This is the one you want.

And their pace
is relentless.

Given their combined appetites
and the player-coach dynamic,

these two are especially
dangerous.

Thank you very much.

All right, let's hit it,
people.

What have you
got, Garcia?

Sir, I am afraid
I have come up dry.

A lot of weird stuff
happens in South Florida.

I found a few hammer attacks,
a shocking number of biting attacks,

but only one or the other,
no combo platters.

All right, go back
another 10 years.

And look nationwide.

Our older unsub must
have a criminal past.

That M.O. is too specific to just
be popping up this late in his life.

You got it.
Back in a flash.

All right,
thanks, Garcia.

Hey. I ruled out most of the kids
on that offender list,

but there is one
that I'm having brought in.

His name is Jose Aguilar.

He moved to Miami right around
the time the animal murders started.

Kicked out of two schools
in Orlando for bullying.

Broke one kid's nose.
Gave the other a concussion.

But that's not why
I want to talk to him.

He made a visit to the E.R.,

right after being attacked
by a guy with a hammer.

The kid refused to make
an official police report.

Apparently he hates cops.

Keep me posted.

Jose, appreciate
you coming in, man.

Like I had a choice.

Why am I here?

Look, it's all good,
all right?

We just want to ask you
a few questions.

I didn't do anything.
I don't know anything. We done?

Kid, I get it.
The neighborhood I grew up in,

we hated Five-0, too.

Oh, so you can relate.

We're not those kind
of cops, man.

Oh, whatever.

I think I can relate.

I doubt that.

Because when you look at me,

you jump to a particular
set of conclusions.

It's human nature
to make assumptions

based on appearances.

It's an outdated
primal instinct

born of our need to quickly
assess our surroundings.

Of course, in this modern era,

those assumptions
tend to be very wrong and...

often quite hurtful.

It happens to me a lot,

and I bet that happens
to you all the time.

I swear I didn't
do anything.

We believe you.

We just want to know what
you wouldn't tell the cops

about the man that
attacked you with the hammer.

I don't remember much.

You want to try something
interesting?

This may sound crazy,
but close your eyes and concentrate.

I think you'd be surprised

to see how much
you can remember if you try.

All right.

Do you remember what you were.
doing that day before the attack?

Just went to school.

What was the weather like?

Hot.

Hey. Sorry I'm a little late.

An hour's
more than a little.

I said I was sorry.

You've been late almost every day
for the past two weeks.

I've been really busy with school
and stuff. I'll do better.

Toby,
I have to let you go.

What?

I warned you a bunch of times
about being late.

I--

I'm sorry.

Then there was that thing
with the puppies.

That wasn't my fault.

Look, it's my job
to manage this place,

and I can't do my job
if you can't do yours.

Hollie, Hollie, please.

You should go clean out
your locker.

Sorry.

And what were you doing
just before the attack?

Walking home from school.

I cut through the park
'cause I had to take a leak.

Then I heard this barking.

Then I saw this kid

and he was beating
on this dog.

It pissed me off.
I like dogs.

Hey!

So I jumped the kid,
started beating his ass,

and the dog ran away.

The next thing I know,
I get hit in the back

with something hard.

Uhh!

It hurt like a bitch.

I look up and see
some dude with a hammer.

He popped me one more time
in the arm before I took off.

Did you know the kid
who was beating the dog?

Some white kid.
Never seen him.

He doesn't
go to my school.

What about the guy
with the hammer?

He was white, too,
but older.

Could you describe him
to a sketch artist?

The older dude--
no, it happened too fast.

But the kid...

I think so.

Good night.

See you tomorrow.

Aah!

So Jose rolls up
on the younger unsub

while he's doing his thing.

But the older unsub
just happens to be there

to come to his rescue?

Or the older one
was already there watching.

That attack happened months ago,
so they've known each other

at least that long.

Why would a grown man
in his 40s connect with a teenager?

Easily explained
if they're related.

Or if their relationship
is sexual.

Well, if they were related
or having sex,

there would probably
be more of a connection

and there might not be
such a big disparity in their M.O.s.

The dominant partner
might not even allow

the submissive
to participate in the kill.

If he's mentoring him, maybe
it's because he wants to give back

or leave some kind of legacy.

Well, like in most cases,
the dominant one probably

initiated the contact.

You think he sought
the younger one out.

That's usually how it goes.

It takes talent to see talent.

When and where they met
is gonna be the key.

It's only a matter of time
before their partnership dissolves.

In an student/teacher dynamic
there comes a day

when the student
no longer needs the teacher.

♪ I really want
to be the man ♪

♪ I really want to be the man ♪

Calm down, ok?

Calm down!

All right, hang on a second,
I'm gonna put you on speaker.

Go ahead, baby girl.
What you got?

Ask and you shall receive.

I widened my search,
got a hit.

One Rudi Stein.

Had an affinity for hammering
and chewing on hookers

in New York.

Convicted in '89.

Had a massive stroke
right there

in the Sing Sing prison yard,
died last July.

That M.O. is too similar to what
we've seen not to be related.

But the timeline
doesn't fit.

Stein got locked up
over 20 years ago.

What if the mentor
got mentored himself?

So you think Stein mentored
our older unsub?

Then the unsub learned
his skills in prison.

There's a reason
they call it Crime U.

If the guy who took the time
to mentor him suddenly died,

it could have triggered
his need to pay it forward.

Garcia, I need everything
you've got on Rudi Stein--

cellmates, relatives,
known associates,

and anything you can find.

Will do. Stay tuned.
I'm out.

Toby. What are you
doing here, man?

Like my new ride?

What are you talking about?
You don't even have a driver's license.

Come check out the back.

Shut up!
Remember what I told you.

Nice, huh? Just like you showed me.
She'll do whatever I say.

What the hell
are you doing, man?

Dude, it's Hollie.

- Your boss?
- Yeah.

And you brought her
here?

Yeah. We can take her out
on the boat like the others.

Are you out of your mind?

You watch the news?
The FBI's in town.

Bitch fired me today.

How many times
have we been over this?

Never somebody you know
and never where you live.

Is this her car?

Yeah.

Oh, my God!

Go ahead, Garcia.

Sir, I've got something.
From 2002 to 2006,

Rudi Stein shared a work detail

with a David Roy Turner.

He's a Miami resident.

Now, it must have been
a match made in heaven,

because they remained
pen pals after Turner was released.

What was Turner in for?

He assaulted an underage
male prostitute.

So, he has a preference
for younger boys.

It explains why he chose
a teenage apprentice.

You got an address?

Uh, yeah, I already sent them.

I got a home
and two work addresses.

Turner works as a groundskeeper

for the Miami-Dade
parks and rec,

and he's also
a part-time bartender.

Morgan, Blake, and Reid,
take the residence.

The rest of us will take
the work address.

It's clear!

Clear.

Clear.

There's nobody here.

Hi, papi chulo.
What's up?

Hey, good-lookin', I got
David Roy Turner's laptop in front of me.

Can you pull everything
off of it?

In my sleep.
Power it up. Let's go.

Get her inside.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna get
the boat ready.

It'll be sweet.

Sweet? No. No, no.
Sweet is what you get

when you do things right.

Work is what you get
when you do things wrong.

And this is all wrong.

Why are you being
such a bitch about this?

'Cause you broke every rule
in the book, Toby,

and we went over the book.

Now get her inside
before you really piss me off.

You at least gonna
help me carry her?

You made your bed,
lie in it.

Hey, Morgan,
look at this stuff.

Two different closets
filled with this stuff,

all unopened and unused.

No dog lives here.

I don't see a bowl
or a crate or a leash, nothing.

Everything was purchased
from Hal's pet shop.

I found these under his bed.

Haven't gone through
every one,

but they go back to 2006.

Well, that's the year Turner
was released from prison.

Could be a habit
he picked up inside.

Loves sports. He's into
leisure and travel.

And he is a big fan
of murder.

It's not random. There's individual
sections for each case.

It gets better.

This guy was tracking
the animal murders.

Yep. Every one of them.

Hey, guys.

That looks like the boy
from the composite sketch.

Whoever the kid is,
Turner's obsessed with him.

Hey, mama.
Tell me something good.

Well, I cleaned out
this nutbag's laptop.

The guy was a torture porn
connoisseur.

I mean, the dude makes
Rick James seem Amish.

I also looked at his emails
and social networks.

He's been in touch a lot
with a Toby Whitewood,

and by a lot, I mean a couple,
3 times a day for the last year.

Well, what do you got
on Whitewood?

He's a 15-year-old sophomore
at McKinley High School.

His parents divorced
two years ago.

He lives with his mom Claire.
That's about it. He's squeaky clean.

Garcia, what about
employment or volunteer activities?

Pause. He works part-time
at Hal's pet shop.

You got a picture
of the kid?

Sent.

Garcia, that's him.
You got an address?

Yep. Work address
has been sent to you.

Home address is actually
closer to Hotch.

Thanks.

That explains how
he got close to Toby.

Somehow he figured out
who was committing

the animal murders,
he stalked him at his job

and eventually
earned his trust.

At least help me
get her on the boat?

No, I'll do it.
You, uh, you clean the car.

Use the supplies
in that locker.

And when I say clean,
I mean spic and span.

But then we can take her
out on the boat.

We are not gonna do anything.

I'm gonna take her
out on the boat.

I'm gonna get rid of her.

And you are gonna
get rid of that car.

What?! That's not fair.
She's mine.

No. No, no, no.

The second you brought her
over to my house,

she became mine.

Now go.

Did you not hear me?

You know, you don't tell me
what to do. You're not my father.

No. Your father bailed
on you and your mom

'cause he couldn't deal.

Me, I'm the guy
that got you through it.

Don't act like you did me
some big favor.

I know exactly
what you wanted, perv.

What's that, Tobe?

You think that I don't see the way
you look at me?

I'm not stupid,
you know.

I should have trusted my gut.
You don't have it in you.

You're nothing but
a sad little loser.

You're an old ex-con
that likes hanging out with kids,

and...I'm the loser?

You're wasting my time.

Get out of here.

Come on, pretty girl.

Uhh!

Claire Whitewood?

Yes.

We're with the FBI.
We're looking for Toby.

He's not here.

You know where he is?

I haven't seen him
since this morning.

What did he do?

Yeah, go ahead, Garcia.
What do you got?

Two things. One--
David Roy Turner's father Nate,

he was a boat mechanic.
He owned a repair shop.

He died 12 years ago,
but according to public records,

it's still in his name.
Yes, I just sent you the address.

Yeah, I got it.
Hang on, guys.

What was
the second thing, Garcia?

The second thing is, is that
the manager at the pet store

where Toby works at was just
reported missing by her fiance,

and her name is Hollie Riggio.

If Toby had anything to do
with the girl's disappearance,

then his victim preference
is changing.

Or the prostitutes
were just practice

for the girl
he really wanted.

You know,
the old guy was right.

Taking my time to see
that look in your eyes is worth it.

You see, in here,

I'm the boss.

You know about being
the boss, don't you?

Get away from me!

No. No, no.

Hmm?

Come on. Come on.

No! No! No--

stop it.

I taught you everything.

Oh, I can't--

my God, I can't believe
this is happening.

It's like we're cursed
or something.

I know this is a lot,

and we're here to help you
however we can.

Is there anything
I can get you?

3 years ago, Toby
and his 17-year-old sister

were carjacked. The assailant
took them to a remote location

where he repeatedly
raped Toby's sister

and then bludgeoned her
to death.

But he let Toby live.

His mother just told us
that Toby confessed

to not screaming or running
because he actually liked watching.

He said it aroused him.

It was a single-event imprint.
That was his trigger.

Then we're dealing
with two psychopaths.

And if they're both
at the boathouse location,

then neither one of them's
going to go quietly.

Ahh.

Here.

Oh, please.

It's ok.

Oh, please, just
let me go, please.

He's gone now.
It's ok.

It's ok. He's just a--

he's just a hard-headed
little kid.

He didn't know better.

I guess that reflects
poorly on me.

Um...I don't know.

It's just, uh...

Ah, ok.

But he did tell me
what a bitch you were to him.

And despite
what you just saw,

I cared very deeply
for that boy.

No...

So...

FBI!

Drop it!

David Roy Turner?

Put the weapon down
right now.

I've been to prison.

Aah!

This is Agent Hotchner.

Yes, what can I do for you?

Thank you very much.

What is it?

Dallas P.D. discovered
an unidentified male body

with the mouth sewn shut.

Like the silencer.

He's dead.

It's obviously a copycat.

Dallas division is into it.

They said they'd keep us
in the loop.

Come on, like a half hour or so.

Oh, get outta here.

Hey.
Hey, pretty boy.

You made it. I like that.

You bring a glove?

Glove? I don't own shorts.

Ok, don't even worry
about it, kid.

I got an extra one.
Dyson's wife

had her baby last night.

So today is your day
to play second base.

- Wait, what?
- Uh-huh.

- I can't play second base.
- Oh, yes, you can. You're gonna.

No such thing
as can't, kid.

Go, team!

What are you guys
doing here?

Oh, we were not gonna
miss this for the world.

- Great day for it.
- Awesome.

So the Secret Service, huh?

Yeah, yeah. We haven't
beat these chumps in 5 years.

They've got nothing to do
but practice.

And party.

Ah, there he is.
Let's go, baby.

You can do it!
Come on, Spence!

Just swing it!

Strike one!

Strike two!

Strike 3!

Let's go, kid, come on.

You can do it!
You can do it!

You can do this!

Hey, this guy can't hit.
Bring it in.

Time-out. Time-out.

Time-out.

Here you go.
Come on.

Listen to me, kid.
Look at me.

It is the bottom
of the ninth.

There's two outs.
And we are losing by one run. Ok?

You are the guy, Reid.

- No, I'm not.
- Yes.

All you have to do
is get it over their heads,

and I will score,
and then you run like hell.

I've been doing the calculations.
Force equals--

Reid, stop. Stop.

Get out of your head.

All the physics in the world will not
work unless you just let it flow.

I don't know if I can.

You remember all those
unpleasant childhood sports memories?

Ok, right now, you can
erase them, all of it for good.

Kid, stop thinking.

Just feel it.

Ok.

You got this.
You got it?

You got this. Let's go.

Drive 'em in, baby!

He's the man.
He's the man.

Strike one!

Attaboy. Attaboy. Whoo!

You gotta believe it.

You can drive 'em in.
Come on, you can drive 'em in, baby.

Strike two!

This guy's got nothin'.

Run!

Go!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Yes! Yes!

Safe!
Yes! Yes!

You did it! You did it!
You did it! Whoo!

"The greatest good
you can do for another

"is not just to share
your own riches,

but to reveal to him his own."

Benjamin Disraeli.

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