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Every time I wake up...

I'm disappointed...

I didn't die.

The crappy food,

the bedsores...

It's bad enough
being stuck with coma boy

drooling all day,

but every time I see your face,

I feel sorry for the woman
who's gotta look at it.

Mr. James, that's enough.

You probably go home,

all alone,

with a sleazy magazine

and cheap Chinese,

crying yourself to sleep
on your saggy couch.

You know what?
All I have to do

is turn up the morphine
and you'll be dead.

Oh. Oh. You kill me,

and I'll haunt you
till the day you die.

When you wake up,
you'll see my face.

When you go to work,
you'll see my face.

And every time you kiss
that $3.00 whore

you call a wife,

you'll see my face
laughing at you.

Ha ha ha ha.

Laughing at you,

as she lays there
pretending to enjoy it,

when we all know she'd
rather be with the postman.

Am I right?
I'm right, aren't I?

Aren't I? Ha ha ha ha!

Oh, you're right.

Oh.

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

Sir--
daddy!

Daddy! Daddy!

Sir--you've been
in a coma, sir.

Just relax.
Just relax.

Just relax.

Sir.
Hey.

This is your lucky day.

She's screaming.

I'm worried someone's
gonna hear her.

I'll handle it.

Are you sure
we should keep her?

She's perfect.

Don't you agree,
Mr. Conrad?

What chapter are you on?

The part where
she's at the coal mines.

Say what you will
about his writing, Maeve,

it's fascinating the way he weaves
characters into situations, right?

Yeah, I mean, I'm not sure
what I think of it.

It's slightly obtuse.

Yeah, he tends
to be that way.

I probably should
have warned you.

He's not really anything
like sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

[Chuckles]
Still my favorite.

Guess what.

What?

I think the stalker's gone.

The emails have stopped.

Really? Since when?

Two weeks ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to make sure.

- What about the phone calls?
- No, I haven't gotten any.

No more heavy breathing
on the machine, no more hang-ups.

You know, oftentimes when a
stalker's advances are completely ignored,

their erotomanic fantasies will be
diverted to a more receptive target.

I went to the store yesterday.

I even sat in the cafe and had
coffee without my disguise on.

Something deep inside my gut
tells me he's gone.

I think it's over, Spencer.

Well, our instincts
exist for a reason.

They're definitely
a response to specific...

I want to meet you.

...environmental
stimuli.

Did you hear me, Spence?

Yeah, I--I--
no, I heard you.

Well, what do you think?

I think it's time.

Let's get started.

Uh...

Sorry I'm late, guys.
I had an appointment.

Yeah. Okay.

3 days ago, Bruce Phillips
was found dead

with his blond hair
dyed black.

He had been put in a box
and left on a busy street.

A custom-made box.

Maybe our unsub
was a carpenter.

He stuffed him in there
practically folding him in half.

He had also been hung
and restrained

and that's where
the plot thickens like bad soup.

Yesterday, Justin Marks
and Connie Foster, who were dating,

they went missing two miles
away from the first abduction site.

A couple?
He's escalating.

Yes. This morning
Justin's body was found.

He had been hung. He had been
stuffed in a box left in an alley.

Officers say his brown hair
had been dyed black.

Connie's still missing.

So he probably
still has her.

Why would he reject
Justin overnight

but keep the first male
victim for two days?

Something about him
didn't work out.

Look at his neck.

He was hung
multiple times.

The question is, what does
he do with Connie?

He could make her watch him
abuse the men

or have asphyxiative sex
with them.

Well, a brunette male and a woman
are crucial to this guys fantasy.

Well, he's kept Connie.

Maybe she's the object
of his desire.

Well, our first order
of business is finding her

and then making sure
he doesn't do this again.

Wheels up in 30.

Shh, shh.

Please, please,
just tell me where Justin is.

Shh, shh, shh.

Please, tell me
what you did with him.

Please, just tell me
that he's okay, please.

Connie,
I can't do that.

Just like this...

There, like that.

There.

There.

Just stay there.

Boo-hoo.
Boo-hoo-hoo.

Say cheese.

Cheeeeese...

♪ Criminal Minds 8x10 ♪
The Lesson
Original Air Date on December 5, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

William Shakespeare
once wrote,

"Love looks not
with the eyes,

but with the mind."

All right, let's go over
victimology.

Both male victims
had their hair dyed black,

and the woman is a brunette.

The guys are similar.
Same ages, same builds.

They were also abducted
outside their homes,

which were all
in the same area.

So they were probably
being stalked.

Was Connie with her boyfriend
when she was abducted?

It looks that way.
Her purse was found

on the ground
outside of his house.

So this involves
some kind of ruse.

It's difficult
to lure most people

from the security
of their own homes.

Well, some people
let their guard down.

Yeah, but stalking victims
vary their routes home.

They enter and exit
through different doors,

they wear disguises. They don't
talk to anyone in their driveway.

They hardly talk
to anyone at all.

They're--they're terrorized.

Okay, so maybe they were
followed, Reid.

I mean, bottom line
is the unsub escalated.

The first male
was abducted alone,

the second was
with his girlfriend.

Well, what do we know
about her?

Connie was in her 30s,
baked cakes for a living,

she never had a run-in
with the law.

Assuming he kept her,
what's the reason?

She's a necessity. Somehow
she fits into his fantasy.

And so far, that need may be
what's keeping her alive.

So what we know
is that we have an unsub

with a fantasy
or a deep desire

that requires the man
to look a specific way.

Since he rejected Justin
so quickly, he's probably

looking for a replacement
as we speak.

Did you get it?

Yeah, I got everything.
Nails, wire.

We still need a crank.

We don't have
a lot of time.

Tomorrow will be here
before we know it.

Yeah, but we can't
just choose anybody.

It has to be the right guy.

Someone with black hair,

same size, and nothing less
than perfect.

Gin rummy.

Help!

Help!

Please help!

Help, please!

Oh, my God.

Please!

Oh, my God.

Yeah.
You've gotta help!

Please, please, you gotta help.

What happened?

Do you have a phone?

Yes. Come in.

This is a pretty open
disposal site.

The unsub wasn't trying
to hide his victim.

Detective Martin,
is this how he was found?

The crime scene's exactly
how we found him.

The coroner's office was pretty
backed up due to a bus crash,

so CSI just finished
working the scene.

Look at the box.

It's like he's on display.

How considerate.

Okay, so this was taken
the day he was abducted.

His hair was longer then.

And he painted
his nails red.

He didn't do that
to the first guy.

So what's going on here?

He's trying
to emasculate them.

It's all part of
the unsub's fantasy.

[Crying] Please,
somebody help me.

Uh!

What are you doing?

Please...

Please just let me go.

How can I let you go?
We haven't even started.

What did I do to you?
Please...

Please let...

Let me help you.

You know, you really
should get some rest.

You have bags
under your eyes.

Did you kill Justin?

It wasn't right.

The next one will be better.

Do you want me to set up?

Yes. Yes, please, set up.

Now...

I have to take
your clothes off.

No, please...No.

No, please,
get away from me.

I'm sorry,

but it's the only way
I can work.

No...No...

No!

No!

No!

Hotch, our latest abductee

looks just like
our last two victims.

His house is in
the hunting zone?

Smack in the middle.

Roommate came home
and saw blood on the window.

Wallet and keys
are still here, too.

What about hair color?

Naturally black.

He might not be
a surrogate.

He might be the actual
object of our unsub's focus.

Hotch, you might be right. You know
what, let me call you right back.

I think I got something.
Good, thanks.

It's a little light,
isn't it?

That's not blood.

I've been getting lame GSWs,
a few bus crash victims,

but hanging? This is fun.

Think it was sexual?

Not in the
traditional sense.

Well, look.

There are numerous
ligature marks on the neck,

indicating he was hung
multiple times.

The ones without abrasions

were probably made
by something soft, like fabric.

Any idea how long
it went on for?

Based on the different
varying coloration of the bruising,

I'd say about 12 hours.

This ligature mark with the
abrasion is the final one.

There's an inverted
"V" in the back.

He was hung with a leather strap or belt,
which is what killed him.

Oh, we also found ketamine
in his system.

Well, ketamine acts quickly.

So he must have used a ruse
to get close to our victim.

The bones were perfectly
disjointed.

Could have dislocated from
the fall after hanging

or when he shoved him
in the box.

Well, actually, the bones
were dislocated antemortem.

Oh.

Goody. Overtime.

Can you check to see if the bones
were dislocated in the same way?

Ah.

Yep.

Same way.

This guy's sicker
than my last girlfriend.

The question is,
why is he doing this?

Medieval
torturing techniques

have a long, dense history.

Skinning someone alive
was commonplace.

Placing someone's hand
in boiling water

happened almost daily
in the church.

Please, just tell me
what you want.

This is what I want.

Focus on the floor.

Aah!

From the way these joints
were disarticulated,

it appears as though we're dealing
with either drawing and quartering

or the rack.

No!

The rack was the most
prevalent way

to disarticulate
the human body.

Aah!

Yes! That's it! That's it!

If our unsub's using it,
he's beyond maniacal,

he's a sadist.

Garcia at your service.

Can you find anyone
in the area

that might sell of rent
medieval torture equipment?

Besides a friend of mine
in knitting group?

Try S & M suppliers.

We're looking for
a stretching rack.

Spanking the keys
as we speak.

Don't worry, they like it.

Okay, I have cross-checked stretching
equipment with S & M equipment

and I found something
that stretches something,

but I don't think it's the something
we're looking for.

Maybe he made his own.

That would be
pretty elaborate.

I'm gonna keep looking.
I'll get back to you soon.

Thanks.

I just went to the latest
abductee's home.

Not only did our unsub
use fake blood as some kind of ruse,

but the front porch security
cameras were also disconnected

right before the abduction.

So he cased the site.

It's residential streets,
a lot of people coming and going.

That's high-risk behavior.

Maybe the unsub
didn't care.

He needed him
and it was worth the risk.

Why are they
doing this to us?

I don't know.

They're ready.

Okay. I hope it works
this time.

Eenie, meanie, miney, mo.

Catch a tiger by the toe.

If he hollers,
let him go.

Eenie, meanie,

miney...

Mo.

No.

I pick...

Y...O...U.

Aah!

The box is wrapped
this time.

What is this, a gift?

His natural hair color
is black and still he kills him.

And, look, no neck wounds.

Then how did he die?

Maybe he bled out.

Or he fell from something.

Look at his hands.

He bored holes
through the hands that ripped,

and then he moved them
to the wrist.

Reid, check the feet.

Stigmata?

Hanging
and then crucifixion.

So this has to do
with religious beliefs.

Maybe he's found
a new way to torture them?

And still he's keeping Connie.

Something about her is working.

Hotch, look.

These are the exact same jeans

that victim number two
was wearing. Look at the trim.

Bonner Brothers.
Is that a local store?

About 5 miles.
Half thrift store, half yuppie mart.

I'll have JJ and Morgan
check it out after we give the profile.

Due to the sophisticated
nature of the crimes,

we believe that we're looking for
a male unsub who's at least 30,

who's torturing his victims.

We think that's he's trying
to perfect a delusion

at which he's failed
3 times.

As with most
fantasy based crimes,

the reality never lives up to the
perfection of what the unsub envisions.

This fantasy involves the torture
and stretching of his victims,

including men that have
had their hair dyed black by the unsub.

Before he kills them, our unsub
fixes their hair and paints their nails.

He's now escalated
to crucifying his latest victim,

driving holes into
his hands and feet.

Historically,
crucifixion is a sentence

reserved for serious crimes.

Which makes up believe
that somewhere in the unsub's past,

he feels his victims
have wronged him,

so now he's performing
some sort of inquisition.

This time, you're
going to do it correctly,

so that
he will learn his lesson.

What lesson?

You know what
I'm talking about!

I don't.

Yes, you do!

Whether he's getting
his victims to repent

or adhere to certain
religious beliefs,

he is hanging them
as though they were victims

of religious tribunals
of the 1100s.

But something in his fantasy
is not working,

because he keeps
discarding the men.

He kills them and then
ritualistically

places them in a box
with tissue paper.

Which is odd, as his initial behavior
dehumanizes them.

That means he values
those victims more

when they're dead.

So far we believe he has
spared the one woman

that he still has in captivity.

She's either
witnessing these horrors

or being forced
to participate in them.

Crucifixion is sadistic,
and watching it

is the ultimate torture.

Consequently, we believe
that the killings will continue to escalate

as the unsub strives
to achieve his perfection.

Thank you.

Adam?

Adam?

They're ruining it.

They're ruining it.

I don't know what to do.

I understand.

There's something
I need to tell you.

What? What is it?

You're ruining it.

Instead of taking command
like an adult,

you're sitting in here
crying like a baby!

Are you a baby?

How can you say that?

Do you want him
to die again?

No!

Then pull yourself
together.

You're running out of time.

You need to find
a father and a son.

I'm ready when you are.

Hi. May I help you?

Uh, yeah. We're looking
for these clothes.

We're out of these.

I'm sorry.

We're with the FBI.

What's your name?

Tucker. Tucker White.

How may I help you?

There's a victim in a case
that we're investigating

who was wearing a shirt
and a pair of jeans from here.

You mind if we show you
a picture?

Sure. Whatever you need.

Do you know this man?

No. No, I don't.

Would you happen to have
a record of who bought this stuff?

Um, if he used
a credit card, maybe.

But if he used cash,
probably not.

But I can look for you.

- We'd appreciate that.
- Right.

Ooh.

This is all very
Spencer Reid.

Yeah, it sure is.

Well, at least his style
is consistent.

Yeah, what's going on
with him, anyway?

Oh, I think
pretty boy has got a girlfriend.

You do?

Well, why hasn't he
told us?

I respect his privacy.

No, you don't.

You're right, I don't.

But I'm not about to play
twenty questions with someone

I'm not sleeping with.

What the--

what--

What the hell?

Hey!

Is this guy serious?

This is Agent Jennifer Jareau.

I need to put an APB out
on a brown Chrysler station wagon

driven by a Tucker White
going east on Dover Street.

There you are.

How's the geographical
profiling going?

And why are you
doing it in here?

It's going good.
I'm just having trouble

concentrating out there,
is all, so I came in here.

Hmm.

So what's with you today?

Is this about...

phone booth girl?

She wants to meet.

Wait. You guys
have never met?

Aren't you curious
what she looks like?

Oh, it doesn't matter
what she looks like.

I mean, she's already
the most beautiful girl

in the world to me.

It's just--what if she
doesn't like me?

Why wouldn't she like you?

Because I'm weird.

I slouch, my hair's too long,
my tie's perpetually crooked.

Your hair's fine.

Really? Thanks.
My mom thinks it's too long.

So does my Aunt Ethel.

Well, you're
not dating them.

I just--I--I just wouldn't want
to ruin something so special

over something so trivial
as looks.

I think you're excited
but afraid.

Seeing her will only make
the relationship better.

Trust me.

When does she want to meet?

Right when we get back.

Do it.

Don't psych yourself out.

We'll see.

Sir, I have a mom and dad.

They're looking for me.

Shh, shh, shh.

Hold still, Steph.

This is gonna be great.

My name is Connie.

What are you doing?

This is the only way
that I can make it stick.

What are you talking about?

Wow.

She's perfect.

I know.

I know.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Hold still.

Almost done.

Tucker?

This is a surprise.

Hey, Adam.

Um...the FBI came by today.

The FBI? What for?

Remember those clothes
I sold you last month?

Some guy who was wearing them,
he ended up dead.

Are you serious?

He was killed,
as in murdered, Adam.

Have you hurt someone?

No.

No. There must be
some misunderstanding.

You bought all 8 sets, Adam.

Look, ever since
your car accident...

you've been acting
kind of funny.

What's going on with you?

Look, why don't you
come in and have some tea.

You need to take
the edge off.

I'm serious, Adam.

Everything
is gonna be okay.

Promise.

Right. I'll get a warrant over there
as soon as possible.

The owner of the vintage shop
bolted from the store.

Well, I've got something
strange, too.

The M.E. just called.

Not only were there ligature
marks on victim 3's arms,

but his jaw
was dislocated as well.

His jaw?

Why would you hang someone,
dislocate their joints and their jaw,

and then crucify them?

I can see your wheels turning.
Don't hold back.

Maybe he's dislocating
their body parts

so he can manipulate
them himself.

For what purpose?

Think about it for a second.
If you add the dislocation,

the holes in the hands,
the strange clothing, and the odd makeup,

I know this sounds crazy,
but what if our unsub

is turning his victims
into human marionettes?

The Greeks translated
"puppets" as "neurospasta,"

which literally means
string-pulling.

And throughout time
they've been used

as a method to tell kings
a story so the subjects

didn't have to speak
directly to him.

It was a way
to hear the truth.

It seems like this unsub's
doing something similar,

using his puppets
to tell his story.

He can't be controlling
them by hand.

No, he probably built
some sort of contraption.

And he's trying
to lift his victims.

That could explain why
they discarded the men.

- They were too heavy.
- What do you see?

Well, I'm checking
the licenses of our victims,

and each one weighed less
than the previous one.

You know, if he's making human
marionettes, that also explains

why he's stuffing
his victims into boxes.

It's like a sick toy chest.

So he is dehumanizing them,
but he's just not killing them.

He's turning them into
his playthings.

A father and son
were just abducted

from a parking lot
at gunpoint.

A witness saw a man
force them into a car.

Dave, you and Blake
go check it out.

I'll have Garcia start looking
for theater owners

and puppeteers in the area.

Okay. Let's to it again.

Should we break their jaws?

No. No.

I need to hear them.

Please, Adam, let us down.

No. You guys have to
do it right this time.

You have to save them.

From what?

From the robber.

I told you.

And...

Again.

Okay, there are 5 puppeteers/
marionetters in the area.

Any of them recently
released from prison?

No. They're working kids'
parties and at hospitals.

What about someone who had a
traumatic incident with a brunette girl?

That's kind of specific.

Hold on, let me patch in
Morgan and JJ.

Hey, we're at
the clothing store.

We got the names of 5 people
who left numerous messages

for Tucker this week.

Give them to me.

All right, we got Sam Holby,

Terrence Crammer,

Vincent Lang,

Matt Parker,
and a Jill Olger.

And no, and I'm cross-checking
those with Hotch's list of puppeteers.

And no.

So I've got 8 more names,

some written on pads
in the back,

others are frequent customers.

Penelope, we need you
to trace the phone lines here, too,

see if this guy Tucker
called the unsub today.

Give me your money.
Give it now.

That's your cue.

What's my cue?

You're supposed to say...

"I don't have any money,"

after he says,

"give it to me now."

Say it again,
Mr. Conrad.

Give me your money.
Give it now.

I don't have any money.

You're lying.
I saw you with it.

Dad, just give him
the money.

I won't.

Mitch, Mitch,
what are you doing?

You're supposed to save
my father.

My name is not Mitch, and
I'm not gonna say these lines.

Ohh!

Now...

If you don't save him,

then he is gonna die.

Is that what you want?

Aah!

People, it's going to be
a full house.

So, push through it.

We just came from
the parking lot

where the father and son
were abducted.

It looks like the unsub
might be on the surveillance camera.

Witness said
there was a blue van.

Mm.

Garcia.

Yes, sir.

Were there any incidents

involving a father and son
in the puppeteers' histories

that you found?

Father and son. Okay.
No, it's coming up empty.

What about
20 or 30 years ago?

Well, there was a pretty famous
puppeteer in the late fifties

named Alex Rain.

He died in a robbery.

His son witnessed it.

What was the son's name?

Adam Rain.
Mom died 10 years ago.

Cross-check Adam's name with

the names of the patrons
in the clothing store.

Oh, I got a big old hit.

Okay, Mr. Rain called
Tucker, the owner,

40 times in the last month.

And check this.
His father was most well-known

for a pair of puppets
named Mitch and Steph.

The male one had dark black hair,
the female was a redhead.

You have an address?

Last known was a building
on Pine Street,

used to be his father's
theater.

Come on, Dave.

And guess what he drives.

A blue van.
Call us back in the car.

Two minutes until curtain.

You ready?

It's gonna be right
this time.

Let's hope so.

Break a leg.

Ladies and gentlemen,

truth is what
the storyteller brings you.

He holds up a mirror
to your soul

and reflects back the truth
of what happened,

in or this case,
what should have happened.

And so without further ado,

the Rain Theater proudly
continues that great tradition

in this very special
matinee performance

of "The robbery."

A family tale

of love...

and redemption.

Somebody...

Help us.

When you pull at the strings
of Adam the puppeteer,

he unravels faster than
a two-cent romance novel.

He worked at a glue factory
most of his adult life.

He was in a car accident that put
him in a coma for over a year.

He woke up 3 months ago.
Straight away, the nurse says

he starts acting really
childish, asking for his father,

who died over 50 years ago.

The head injury
must have been the trigger

and he woke up with the delusion
that he was a boy again.

Like a Peter Pan syndrome.

And if there was damage
to the prefrontal cortex,

he might lack rational
thought and empathy.

So he's a psychopath
who thinks he's a kid again

and wants to avenge
his father's death.

If the robbery that killed the father
happened in the theater...

He's reenacting that moment.

Give me your money.
Give it now.

I don't have any money.

You're lying.
I saw you with it.

Dad, just give him
the money.

I won't.

I won't.

Dad, just give him
the money.

I won't.

Come on, do something!

Do something!

Please, Mitch, Steph!

Come on, do something!

Do something!

Come on, do something.

Do something.

Adam Rain, this is the FBI!

I need to see your hands.

What--what are you doing?

Somebody call security.

You can't ruin this.

Adam, put down the gun.

We're in the middle
of a performance.

This is not a performance.

Yes, it is a performance

and this is not
how it ends!

We need to get these people
to a hospital.

After they save my father

from the robber.

What robber, Adam?

From him!

He did it!

We have to stop him!

Mr. Rain, it's only a puppet.

There's no one there.

When you were young,

your dad loved you so much,

he never told you
that the puppets weren't real.

That's not true.

It is.

And that's why
Steph and Mitch

couldn't save him
that day.

They only moved
when he made them.

You're lying.

Adam, don't
do to these people

what the robber did
to your father.

You can save them.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, I think after this long,
hard week we just had,

we should all head over
to Rossi's

and pop open
some old, expensive wine.

That's a plan.

Could we maybe
play some games, too?

Oh, what kind of games?

You tell me,
sweet cheeks.

Hotch, we're heading
to Rossi's. You in?

Uh, Jack's got
a sleepover this weekend,

so I was gonna go
to New York and see Beth.

- Wow...
- Hubba hubba.

Ah...

Wait a second.
Where's Reid?

He said he had something
important to do.

Spencer
has a girlfriend.

Hi.

Um, Spencer Reid for two.

You are the first
to arrive.

Would you
like to be seated?

Yes, I'd like that.

Hello.

Maeve, it's me. Listen,
don't come to the restaurant.

What are you talking
about? I'm outside.

Go home.

Spencer, if you don't want
to meet me, you can just say it.

No, that's not it. Look,
I think your stalker's here.

What?

Please just go.

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey, Dick.

Good to see you.

So what's up?

Excuse me, sir.

A woman just left this
for you.

Thomas Merton once wrote,

"Love is our true destiny.

"We do not find
the meaning of life

"by ourselves alone.

We find it with another."

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