All language subtitles for Criminal Minds (2005) - S08E07 - The Fallen (1080p WEB x265 FreetheFish)

Thanks.

David Rossi.

David,
I just finished the manuscript.

You are a crime novel artiste.

The butcher returns.

The piano man sings.

The queen of diamonds is Lady X. Wow.

The new book is absolutely
fantabulous, my friend.

It's compelling, captivating...

But...

It's incomplete.
Where is the dedication page?

I didn't think you'd notice.

I'm paid to notice.

Well, I haven't decided.

Well, hurry, would you?

We're ready to go to print.

Uh... I'll get right on it.

Today.

By the end of the week, Amanda.

I've still got my day job.

Ah, yes.

Lives to save, adventures to live.

I get it!

You really don't.

Someone is heating things up
in Santa Monica

and they are not sharing the sunblock.

Three charred bodies have shown up
at the pier in the last week.

M.E. cannot identify the victims.

She can tell us that two are male

and the latest victim is a female.

Well,
if he's crossing gender lines,

we can probably rule out sexual assault.

Was the coroner able to
determine the exact cause of death?

No. The results were inconclusive,

but my money is on the obvious.

It might not be that simple.

If the UnSub's connected to the victims,

burning the bodies might be
an attempt to mask their identity.

Or he's sophisticated enough
to know the fire will eliminate

the evidence of his murder rituals.

This takes time.

If he's burning his victims
while they're alive,

And organized.

He'd need access to materials
necessary for burning a human body

and the space to do so undetected.

Has anyone been reported missing?

Nobody that's a match.

I'm running dental records
in there right now, though.

Then the problem is we're not even
sure the victims are local.

That pier is a popular photo op.

He could be hunting tourists.

Or warning them away.
He's dropping the bodies

where they can be found quickly.

He's also accelerating his attacks.

He's gone from a four-day
cooling off period

to only two days between kills.

It's all part of his plan.

We need to stop him
before he makes it one.

"You never find yourself
until you face the truth."

Pearl Bailey.

This guy's putting bodies on display

and staging their discovery
to make an impact.

Oh, he wants to be noticed,

either for his handiwork

or because he lacks recognition
in his everyday life.

He shows no signs of remorse
for his crimes.

His message is more important
than human life.

He might not even see
these people as being human.

Is it just me
or does this feel territorial?

I think you're right. For some reason,

-the pier is very important to him.
-

Forget flossing those
pearlies, my BAU-tes,

'cause thanks to two fillings,
an underage drinking charge,

and a very effective
MADD organization,

I have been able to identify
the latest victim

of this person barbecuer
as Lindsay Leeman,

from Edina, Minnesota.
She was only 19 years of age.

Her file's on your tablets.

It says here she's only been
in Santa Monica a couple of months.

Yeah, it doesn't look like she had a job,

'cause according to bank records,

her mom's been sending her
$250 a month.

Okay, so how does she afford
an Ocean Avenue address

on such little income?

Was she making money
under the table?

Not that she was depositing, anyway.

Cell phone records show her texting

00 last night.

This UnSub's incredibly efficient.

He was able to abduct,
murder, and dispose of Lindsay's body

in under 12 hours.

Wait, there's something else.

All her communications
are to Minnesota numbers.

There's not one from California.

So she lived somewhere two months
and didn't make any friends?

I thought that only happened to me.

Garcia, any luck
identifying the other victims?

No. Apparently fire's my kryptonite.

But I'll keep searching.

So what's he trying to say?

"Get out or this could be you?"

Maybe.

It's a pretty public area.
He's gotta be dumping late at night.

He blends in when he does.

Santa Monica police
increased patrol after the second body,

yet he still manages
to dump Lindsay here.

This guy's getting smarter
or he's got insider knowledge.

We should take a look
at first responders.

You know, his rage might not
be directed at tourists.

If the bodies are found and removed
prior to morning rush hour,

then most of them might not even have
a chance to see his work.

Then who would?

Hotchner.

Sir, I noticed something odd.

There aren't any utilities
listed in Lindsay Leeman's name,

so I ran the address,
and it turns out it is not a residence,

it's a private mail center.

Did her family know
where she was staying?

No, the apartment number
Lindsay gave her family

corresponds to the mailbox
at the center.

Her mom had no idea it wasn't a home.

All right, her mother's on the way
to Los Angeles to claim the body.

Yeah, she just got to LAX.
I rerouted her to you.

Okay. Thanks.

There isn't much left.

Were you able to determine
if the victims died of immolation?

An examination of the lungs indicates
Lindsay didn't breathe in smoke.

So she was dead before
being set on fire.

Same as the others.

So how is he killing them?

I was able to isolate penetrating
lacerations to the abdomen.

They were stabbed.

They most likely died
of exsanguination as a result.

So the burning is nothing more
than a forensic countermeasure.

An effective one.
Not only does it destroy trace evidence,

but it makes it difficult
to identify the bodies

and determine a common victimology.

Hopefully Lindsay's mother
can fill in the gaps.

Why did she lie about
where she was living?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

Did Lindsay know anyone in
Los Angeles before she moved here?

No, she was on her own.

Alone.

That's very brave.

She was fearless.

Her dad died when she was young,

so she learned to be independent
earlier than most.

Why did she leave home?

She was chasing her dream.

So she was performing locally?

All the time.

Anywhere she could draw a crowd.

Usually the pier.

Had she mentioned meeting
someone new?

Anyone who was offering her work?

I was sending her money
until she got settled.

If she needed more...

Where was my daughter
living, Agent Hotchner?

So Lindsay's mother took out
a second mortgage

so she could send cash
to her here, but the problem is...

Money doesn't go quite as far in
California as it does in Minnesota.

Exactly. And Lindsay must have known

that her mother would
be worried about her,

so she told her that
she found an apartment

in order to relieve the financial stress.

You think she was living here?

They don't charge any rent.

Excuse me.
We're looking for Sarah Mapes.

Who's asking?

I'm Aaron Hotchner.
This is David Rossi.

We're with the FBI.

What do you need, Aaron?

We're investigating the homicides

that have taken place
in the area in the last week.

They called the FBI in
over a couple of burnt bodies?

What happened?

One of them a doctor?

One of them was a 19-year-old girl.

Lindsay.

What can you tell us about her?

She comes here now and then.

Always singing for everybody.

Made me promise to vote for her
if she ever made it on TV.

You telling me she's dead?

I'm afraid so.

That's a damn shame.

I'll be right back.

Always the young ones.

Excuse me. Sir?

Sergeant Scott?

VIETNAM - 1969

Lock it up, marines!

-You got a death wish, marine?
-No, Sergeant!

In that case, Private Rossi,

you might want to put your helmet on

before the Viet Cong
decide to paint your face red.

It's a war zone out here, marines.

The sooner you start acting like it,

the sooner you start
making it to tomorrow.

And you, what's your name, marine?

Private First Class Hernandez!

Well, Private First Class Hernandez,

seems like you landed
in some sunny resort.

That's the only reason why I can think

why you wouldn't be wearing
your flak jacket!

Sorry, Sergeant!

"Sorry" don't cut it out here, marines.

Sorry get you dead.

And if you're dead,

I have to carry your ass back here

so we can mail you home to your mama
in a big wooden box.

Now, do you think I want scoliosis?

No, Sergeant!

Eyes front, marine.

Sergeant.

Take a good look, marines.

This is what war is.

You follow my orders, you just might
make it out of here alive.

There's no second chances out here.

We either win or we die.

Understand?

Yes, Sergeant!

Now, fall out!

Dave Rossi.

It's been a while.

Too long.

How did you know it was me?

Recognized you from your book cover.

You read my books?

I thumbed through one or two.

I didn't know you were out here.

Yeah, I figured I'd get me some
of those California girls.

And did you?

Once or twice.

But after my last divorce, I figured

marriage just wasn't my thing.

Yeah, tell me about it.

It's good seeing you.

I got to go.

No, no. Let me give you my card.

I can't believe I ran into you like this.

Look, we gotta get together.
You could...

Hey, man...

Hey, whoa! Easy, buddy.

Just want to see if you'd like a portrait.

Already got it started.

See?

It looks just like you.

No.

If Lindsay was a transient,

it makes sense
that the other victims could be, too.

This area of Santa Monica
has a heavy homeless population.

That explains why Garcia
had trouble matching dental records.

Regular office visits aren't a priority

for people who live on the streets.

He's been shaven clean
and left exposed.

This is a complete change in MO.

Yeah, and look at his skin.

It looks like chemical burns.

It smells like bleach.

That's an evolution, but why?

Was the fire drawing
too much attention,

or does the chemical burn
fulfill another purpose?

He's got ligature marks on his wrists.

He couldn't fight back
while the UnSub burned him.

Changed his dumping ground, too.

Outside of a homeless shelter?

If he wasn't clear before,
he certainly is now.

His face and prints are intact.

We should be able to ID
him faster than the others.

Maybe that's intentional.

His name's Jeremy.

Give me a second.

Excuse me.

Please.

You recognize him?

He worked the boardwalk.

He was a artist.

You sure?

Thank you. This helps.

-Look...
-You don't have to say it.

It depends on what I was gonna say.

You were going to apologize for
walking away yesterday. Don't.

Last time I saw you,
you were unconscious,

on your way home with a concussion

and a shrapnel wound in your arm.

I've still got the scar.

What happened?

You remember Danny James,

PFC from Iowa, was 19 years old?

You remember what they
did to him over there?

He was captured outside Hue, I think.

They held him for three nights.

No eyes. No ears.

No arms.

But he was still alive.

You remember why
they did that to him?

Hell, you were the first one
to figure it out.

Fear. They were trying to scare us.

Same thing's happening here.

Now,
these people are here to help us.

They got work to do,
so everybody listen up.

The guy we're looking for
is hunting the homeless.

He seems to be most active at night.

We believe that this
unknown subject, or UnSub,

is trying to make a social
or a political statement

by targeting the homeless community.

He's evolved from obliterating
his victims with fire

to wanting them to be identified
while still depersonalizing them.

Listen, this guy's
burning people with bleach.

He's trying to scare you.

And the shaving of
the heads is most likely

another way he can
humiliate his victims.

This UnSub has a method
of transportation

and the facilities
to bleach and burn his victims.

He dumps the bodies prior
to the morning commute,

so he could have a day job.

You need to be hypervigilant

and look after one another.

Sleep in groups and in shifts.

How will I know it's him?

You might not.

This guy blends in.

He's probably a local,

someone who feels wronged
by members of your community.

He does not
draw attention to himself,

and he's meticulous in his planning.

The fact that he's now
dumping the bodies away from the pier

means he's probably aware
of our investigation

and that this is far from over.

We need to increase
the police presence on the street.

This guy is smart.
We have to be smarter.

Thanks for your help today.

We couldn't have reached out
like this on our own.

These people trust you.

Your training paid off.

Thanks to you.

I did my job.

No, you did a lot more than that.

I was a screw-up and you knew it.

Maybe at first,
but you showed potential.

-Fall back! Fall back!
-

-Take cover! Fall back! Fall back now!
-

Fall back, marines! Fall back!

Take cover! That's an order! Fall back!

Fall back!

Hernandez!

Take cover, Rossi!
Pull back! That's an order!

But what about Hernandez?

Leave no man behind, sir!

Pull back! That's an order!

Rossi, you cover this position
and cover Hernandez!

I don't know if I can, Sergeant!

You can and you will.

Where are you going? Wait!

Sergeant! Sergeant!

- -

Look, we're staying
just a few blocks from here.

Why don't you come back with me?

I can get you a room.

This is my home, David.

This is no way for a war hero to live.

You know how many veterans
are on the street?

Too many.

More every day.

It's not glamorous, but it's me.

No, it's not.

You think after 40 years,
you know a damn thing about me?

How long have you lived like this?

I worked construction for a while,

but no one wants an old man on the job

when they can get somebody
younger and cheaper.

How long?

A year.

Maybe five.

It's hard to keep track without a watch.

Then let me help you.

If I had wanted your help,
I would have asked for it.

Could the fire have destroyed evidence
of bleach on the previous victims?

Chemical residue would have
turned up in the autopsies.

So we were right. He changed MO
to perfect his message.

He changed something else, too.

I found bleach in Jeremy's lungs.

The UnSub drowned him.

The first victims
were incinerated postmortem.

Why torture now?

He's starting to enjoy the kills.

So as he fine-tunes his methodology,

he's also fine-tuning what gets him off.

Well, he managed to bleach
Jeremy inside and out.

This could be about cleanliness.

Or cleansing.

The socioeconomic kind.

He's trying to eradicate the homeless.

Need a blanket?

Thanks, I've got one that's all right.

If you want to, check with some
of the younger kids first.

Already taken care of.
Why don't you come with me?

I can give you a shower
and a warm bed.

I'm not a prostitute.

Oh. I didn't say you were.

I just thought I could
help you with your problem.

And what is my problem?

Your disease.

Don't have a disease.

-Yes, you do.
-No, I don't!

I'm going to rid you of it
once and for all.

- -Leave her alone!

No! Let me go! Help!

Did you find her?

Not yet.

I had that son of a bitch
right in my hands,

I let him get away!

A few less drinks might have helped.

What the hell are you talking about?

I think saying age
put you on the streets is a copout.

Don't you lecture me, Rossi!

What did booze cost you first?

Your home Or maybe one of your wives.

This wasn't my fault!

I'm not saying that it was.

I tried to save Sarah! I couldn't!

So now you're giving up.

There's nothing else I can do.

Yes, there is.

Help me to help her.

Now, I want you to relax

and focus.

What's the point of this?

I told you.

It's a cognitive interview.

Many times our subconscious
picks up on details

our conscious mind's not aware of.

A marine more so.

It's been a long time
since I was active, Dave.

The instinct never goes away.

Now, close your eyes.

Yes, sir.

Take yourself back to that night.

Put yourself in the alley.

It's dark.

You're getting ready for bed.

Something caught your attention.

What is it?

And what is my problem?

Sarah's voice.

All right. But you must have
heard her voice a hundred times.

What made it stick out?

Don't have a disease.

She's afraid.

Can you see why?

All right, what else stuck out?

Any distinctive odors?

I'm not sure.

It smells like a hospital.

Whatever it is, it's out of place.

Focus on that smell.

Let it draw you into the conversation.

...blanket?

Thanks,
I've got one that's all right.

If you want to, check with some
of the younger kids.

I see him.

Describe him to me.

Why don't you come with me?

I can't make him out.

He's standing in the shadows.

Blue collar

Jeans and a button-down shirt.

Can you see his face?

It's too dark.

Okay, let's go back to the clothes.

We follow them down to his hands.

Is he wearing a wedding ring?

He's wearing gloves.

Medical gloves

Driving gloves.

Are there any other distinctive smells?

Did he leave his car running?

Gasoline.

Older model Ford.

Yeah, the engine is still running.

It's a Mustang, I think.

Can you see the license plate?

I'm lying on the ground.

He's taking her to the car!

He's coming right at me!

The plate is right in front of you!
Tell me what it says.

I can't see it.

Yes, you can. You can do this.

-"J"!
-Yeah, go ahead.

"W"!

Go on! Go on!

"D"!

That's all I got.

Rossi.

You gotta find her.

I can't lose another one.

Another one?

Try and get some rest.

Factoring in a 2-mile comfort zone

mixed with Mustang registries

and a JWD partial,

I come up with squat.

He probably stole the plates, Garcia.

Run Mustang registries from that area

and focus on the ones
manufactured prior to the 1980s.

I've got 10 possibilities.

I doubt this guy
could maintain a steady relationship.

Eliminate any vehicles
registered to women.

Only knocks off two.
We got eight more to go, folks.

All right, what are their occupations?

Ad exec,

a teacher, a waiter...

Whoa, I got a firefighter.

That would definitely explain
this guy's proficiency at burning.

And he would know the layout of
the street cameras to avoid detection.

Garcia, does this firefighter
have any relationship

to the homeless community?

Let's see.

Chad Mills, third-generation firefighter.

He saved six homeless people
from an electrical fire

that destroyed the warehouse
they were squatting in.

Nine others died in the blaze.

That's not a coincidence.

Why didn't he come up in
the search of first responders?

Because he isn't one anymore.

He left the department two months ago.

-Just before the murders started.
-Garcia...

Sending you his address now.

- -

Clear!

He was just here.

I need medical.

I'm going around back.

He couldn't have gotten far.

Let's go.

Try not to talk, Sarah.

Help's on the way.

This will coat your throat
and help dilute the bleach.

Get in!

What's the status on Mills?

Mills is missing. We don't have him.

I repeat, Mills is gone.

You ruined everything. Come on.

I should have seen this coming.

Rossi, you couldn't have known
he'd circle back for Scott.

What you need?

Garcia, give us
everything you have on Chad Mills.

No dust.

Nothing out of sorts.

His clothes are organized by color.

You know, this speaks
to clear signs of OCD behavior.

Sarah had some sort of gel in her hair.

I want to try to find the source.

What is it?

Quell, a medical-grade disinfectant.

His OCD may manifest
in extreme germaphobia.

That must be why
he shaved Jeremy's head.

There wasn't any sign
of disinfectant until today, though.

But it might have been
eliminated by the bleach and the fire.

Guys, fire, bleach, Quell,
these are all forms of sterilization.

So you think the burning
might be incidental?

If he's socioeconomically
cleansing the streets,

he could be treating the homeless
population like an infection.

To him they're a virus.

And he's the cure.

I figured out why Mills
left the fire department.

He was forced out
because he contracted

a drug-resistant strain of tuberculosis.

How did he get it, you ask?

Two of the squatters he saved from
that burning warehouse were infected.

Theory is he caught it through close,
unprotected contact.

That's a hell of a trigger.

He blames the homeless
community for getting him sick.

Combine that trauma with an OCD
germaphobe and what do you get?

A serial killer who thinks
he can stop the spread of TB

by killing an entire population.

The same way the victims
of the plague were burned.

Now he's on the run
and he can't go back home,

so where would he take Scott?

Back to where his trauma originated.

Garcia, give us the address
of the warehouse fire.

Careful. You gonna get me wet.

I'm gonna burn you alive.

That's a first for me.

Don't go out of your way on my account.

You ruined my mission.

Your mission?

You fightin' the wrong war, son.

-I am not your son!
-

That the best you got?

What's the matter

You should recognize the signs.

It was your kind who did this to me.

My kind?

Yeah.

I was going to matter.

You still can, Chad.

Come any closer and I burn him.

You don't want to do that.

And you don't want to shoot.

Otherwise we'll both go up.

That's pretty brave what you did,

running into that fire on your own.

Yeah? Look how that turned out.

I don't know, if you ask me,
I say it was pretty stupid.

Yeah, that's right.

You went in without protective gear.

Looks like maybe you were
trying to prove something.

Third-generation fireman.
What's there to prove?

It's in his genes.

Quite a legacy to try to live up to.

But you just wanted to be
the best, didn't you?

I am the best!

Guess we'll never know for sure.

My whole life,
I knew I was gonna be a fireman.

That I would matter!

You do matter, Chad. Everyone matters.

Not him! He doesn't.

That man is a marine.

He risked his life to protect us.

You telling me that doesn't matter?

He's right, Dave.

What?

He drops that lighter,

this whole place goes up in flames.

I don't want y'all caught
in the crossfire because of me.

It's time to fall back.

I'm not leaving you behind.

That's an order, marine!

Okay, we're falling back.

What you gonna do now?

Guess it's time to finish this.

You're not getting out
of this place alive.

I didn't say I was.

Do I get any last words?

No one wants to hear them
'cause no one cares if you die.

That's where you're wrong.

What are you doing?
I'm gonna burn this place down!

Don't do it!

Thank you.

So, that was quite
a stunt you pulled in there.

I knew you'd get the message.

Figured that was my best chance
not to go down with him.

So you bet your life on the BAU.

I bet my life on you.

Do you know why I joined the FBI?

If you say...

Because of you.

You could say the corps changed me,

or the war.

But it was you who made me honest.

So, please, be honest with me now.

What are you running from?

You remember how
you got that scar in the first place?

Of course I do.

Perez,
cover our right flank.

Hernandez, our left.

Mattheson, I need you on point.

Damn.

Everyone, stand back!

How bad, Sergeant?

Hernandez, I need you to take
the troops back to our last position.

Sergeant?

Any movement
and this whole field lights up.

Now, move the men back.

Yes, Sergeant.

You better go, too, Sergeant.

Can't do that, son.

Leave no one behind.

Don't die 'cause I screwed up.

Who said anything about dying?

We're at the end of the chain.

We can use that ditch for cover.

We'll never make it.

On my count.

Three.

Two.

One!

That blast gave you a concussion.

When you regained consciousness,
you were already on your way home.

Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital

getting ready to rotate home.

And I was receiving a commendation

for heroic bravery.

And you deserved it.

Not a lot of people
would have done that.

No.

But someone did more.

Hernandez, I need you to take
the troops back to our last position.

Sergeant?

Any movement
and this whole field lights up.

Now move the men back.

Yes, Sergeant.

Hernandez, what are you doing?

Push 'em through. I got work to do.

-We'll never make it.
-On my count.

Three.

Two.

One!

Hernandez?

But why?

Why did he do it?

Or why did I take credit?

Both.

The short answer is

I was ordered to.

We were fighting
that PR war back home.

The government needed a face,

a living face, to parade around,

to solicit support for a unpopular war.

I was chosen.

And Hernandez?

He was paying a debt.

He was being a marine.

He died so that we could live.

And you couldn't tell anyone.

Come with me.

Where?

To honor our dead.

"I am not concerned
that you have fallen.

"I am concerned that you will rise."

Abraham Lincoln.

Your grandfather was a hero, son.

Thank you, sir.

He saved both of our lives.

You know, it's time
you let yourself off the hook, Sergeant.

You did your duty.

This country owes you for your service.

No. It doesn't owe me anything.

I had a feeling you'd say that.

But they're gonna help you anyway.

You know what this place is?

It's called New Directions.

It's an outreach center dedicated
to help vets land on their feet.

Welcome home, marine.

Semper Fi.

Oorah!

"This book is dedicated
to Sergeant Harrison Scott

"and Private First Class
Anthony Hernandez,

"two men who saved me
so I could save others."