All language subtitles for Criminal Minds (2005) - S08E10 - The Lesson (1080p WEB x265 FreetheFish)

Three Months Ago
WINSLOW, ARIZONA

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.

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

Aren't I?

Oh, you're right.

Oh.

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

Daddy! Daddy!

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

Just relax. Just relax.

-Just relax.
-

-Sir.
-Hey.

This is your lucky day.

PRESENT 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.

Still my favorite.

-Guess what.-What?

I think the stalker's gone.

The e-mails have stopped.

Really

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 a 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... 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.

Three 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 2 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 guy's 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...

Please, please,
just tell me where Justin is.

-Shh, shh, shh.
-Please, tell me what you did to him.

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

Please.

I can't do that.

Just like this...

There, like that.

There.

There. Just stay there.

Say cheese.

Cheese...

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 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.

-You've gotta help!
-Yeah.

Please, please, you gotta help.

-What happened

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 it.

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.

Please, somebody help me.

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.

Yes, 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 ante mortem.

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, tell me what you want.

This is what I want.

Focus on the floor.

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.

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 or 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 in 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.

Yeah, 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.

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 three 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.

But 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 us 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

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.

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 20 questions
with someone I'm not sleeping with.

Mmm...

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 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 that are

probably looking for me.

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.

Hold still.

Almost done.

Tucker? This is a surprise.

Hey, Adam. Um...

The FBI came by today.

The FBI

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 eight 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 three'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 theatre owners

and puppeteers in the area.

Okay. Let's do 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 him.

From what?

From the robber.

I told you.

And...

Again.

Okay, there are five 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 five 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 eight 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.

Now...

If you don't save him,
then he is gonna die.

Is that what you want?

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.

- -Mmm.

Garcia.-Yes, sir.

Were there any incidents
involving a father and son

in the puppeteers' histories
that you found?

Father and son. Okay.
No, I'm coming up empty.

What about 20 or 30 years ago?

Well, there was a pretty famous
puppeteer in the late '50s

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.

Do you have an address?

Last known was a building
on Pine Street,

used to be his father's theatre.

-Come on, Dave.-And guess what he drives.

Blue van. Call us back in the car.

It's 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,

or in this case,
what should have happened.

And so without further ado,

the Rain Theatre
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 three 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 theatre...

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 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.

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."