All language subtitles for Criminal Minds - S01E13 - Poison.en

Kind of scary, huh?

- What?
- The trees.

They kind of look like those hooded
creatures in the movie, don't they?

- Did you like the movie?
- I told you I did.

No, no, you said, "yenah."

"Yenah" is exactly halfway
between "yeah" and "nah."

That's the kind of answer
I would tell my students is ambiguous.

- Was that your intent?
- More or less.

Oh, bud, I know it's tough on you
but, hey, look, think on the bright side.

You know, every other week

we get to stay up late, eat junk food,
and go see movies

your mom would never
let you see in a million years.

What are you doing?

- You didn't see that deer?
- No.

- Where?
- It's gone. It must've... Wow.

- Must've run away.
- Whatever.

- What?
- Oh, it's a flat.

We must've blown a tire
driving on the shoulder.

I'll be right back.

- Maybe we should call someone?
- It's a flat tire. It's, you know...

Despite what your mom says I'm not
completely useless. I'll be right back.

Hello?

- What is it, Dad?
- Nothing. It's just the...

It's just the wind, Eric.
Get back in the car.

It's all right. It's all right.
It's all right. It's just me.

It's just clumsy me. It's all right.

Hello?

Who's there?

- What is it, Dad?
- Stay in the car!

Stop. Get away.

Who are you? Get away!

What do you want? Get away!

Get away from my son!
Get away! Get away from my son!

Get away! Get away! Get away!

Hey. Hey. Calm down inside there.
Calm down!

Yeah, I'm going to need some backup.
Just past exit 5.

Car on the shoulder of the road.

Lone male in the driver's seat.
Under the influence of something.

Wait. There might be another one.

I'm gonna need an ambulance!

State trooper took this
before the paramedics showed up.

He's unconscious.
Has four broken bones.

He's going to be in the hospital
for a month...

I didn't hurt my son!

Do you remember removing
the tire iron from the trunk?

No. No!

What's the last thing
you do remember?

I picked Eric up from school.

Friday, for the weekend.

What day is this?

This happened two days ago
in Beachwood, New Jersey.

Mr. Fisher had ingested LSD
one afternoon

and didn't come down
until 18 hours later.

The hospital reported six other patients
who ingested LSD in the last 24 hours.

The hospital called the CDC.
The CDC called us.

So a bunch of people got spiked.
What makes it a BAU case?

They each received
10 to 20 times the normal dose.

That's enough to kill a small child.

Or cause a grown man
to kill him with a tire iron.

Of the seven victims,
there was one death and one coma.

This is from hospital security footage
the same night Fisher lost it.

These people didn't get spiked.

These people were poisoned.

Roman philosopher Lucretius wrote,

"What is food to one,
is to others bitter poison. "

Of the seven victims, Gail Norman
was the only death. She was 78.

Ran out in the middle of the road
and was hit by a car. She was DOA.

The other potentially fatal case
is 9-year-old Britney Cannon.

She fell out of a tree house
and fractured her skull.

She's in a coma and the doctors don't
know if she's going to come out of it.

How do you want to handle the press?

We still don't even know
how these people got dosed.

I think it would be irresponsible
to issue a warning without specifics.

It'll just cause panic.

I did notify the local P.D.,
though, to be discreet.

How is it possible that none of these
people knew how they got poisoned?

None of them remembers anything
about the day it happened.

And these people were so messed up

it's made it difficult for local P.D.
To retrace the victims' steps.

So we need to go on precedent.

We know there are four types of
poisoners who target multiple victims.

There's the True Believer.

The political terrorists
slash religious cult.

There's the Extortionist.
Product tamperer

who holds a business hostage
in exchange for money.

Or the Prankster.

Usually a younger offender
who doesn't mean any harm.

And it's basically
just a big practical joke.

And the Avenger.

Someone with a personal vendetta
who chooses poison as their weapon.

So we need to find out
as quickly as possible which type he is.

Because with the exception
of the prankster,

all these types commonly
test their poison on a small scale

before carrying out a larger attack.

Let's hope this was just a prank.

I would suggest we split up the victims

and see if there's a pattern
to the victimology.

Most of them are still at the hospital.
I'll call local P.D. To meet us there.

I'll check the lab reports.
Maybe there's a clue

to the UnSub's motive in the specific
nature of the poison he used.

I can't imagine anybody
could want this to happen.

- Detective Hanover, Beachwood P.D.
- Agent Hotchner. This is Agent Gideon.

Thanks for coming down
on such short notice.

Doctors said he may have
permanent brain damage.

- I've never seen anything like this.
- Well, let's hope we can help.

Have you had a chance
to review the victim's files?

We're especially interested
in talking to the boy's father.

We'd like to get a sense
of why he turned violent.

While the lab analyzes the specific
nature of the LSD he was dosed with,

we'd like to get our own sense.

Was it the drug itself
or was it something else going on?

And hopefully that can give us
a little bit of a window

into the motive of the offender.

- Well, he's in the psych ward.
- Yeah, we'll keep it short.

Dr. Kelly to fast-track treatment.
Dr. Kelly to fast-track treatment.

- Mr. Fisher?
- Shrink or cop?

I'm an FBI profiler.
So I guess I'm a little of each.

I'm Jason Gideon.

I can't imagine
what you've been through.

I understand you recently divorced
your wife. Can you tell me why?

What do you want to know?

Was I angry about the divorce?
I mean was I...

Was I so angry that I wanted
to hurt my son to get back at her?

- Is that what you want to know?
- Were you?

Let me tell you something
about my wife, okay?

About what she did.

In my house.

In my bed.

With the investment banker next door.

But you want to know
what the worst part is?

My son, Eric,

he's angry with me.

She's the cheater.

And he's angry at me. Me!

What did you do?

- Did you want to hurt her?
- Of course.

And the kid. I mean it's her kid, right?
I mean, he takes her side.

You want to crush him, too?

You want to shut his
obnoxious little mouth up for good?

- No. No. He doesn't understand.
- Why?

But he took her side. I'm sure
it's not the first time he's done that, sir.

No. Eric. Oh, oh, Eric.

Why did this happen to you?

Why did this happen to you?

- Why? Why? Why?
- Mr. Fisher. Mr. Fisher.

Calm down. Hold your head forward.
Hold your head forward.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

He's raw, broken,
and seriously pissed off.

But he didn't hurt the son
to get back at the mother.

Not consciously, no.

The rage was real, but understandable.
And he never apologized.

When he lost control,
he didn't even say, "Eric, I'm sorry."

He said,
"Eric, why'd this happen to you?"

He never even confessed
to hurting the kid.

So the drugs tapped into the rage,
but didn't cause it.

That's my guess.

That's consistent with information we
just received from the lab tox screens.

They didn't find any trace of PCP
or any other drug

indicating the UnSub was intentionally
trying to make people violent,

but they did find traces of Rohypnol
in all the victims.

A central nervous system depressant.

It's similar to Valium,
only 10 times more potent.

It's commonly known as a roofie,
or a date rape drug.

Right. And one of its side effects
is amnesia,

which explains why none of the victims
remember how they were poisoned.

We compared notes
on the victims we talked to.

So far, there doesn't seem to be
any pattern as to who got hit.

Maybe the drugs themselves
can explain

what type of offender
we're dealing with.

A lot of kids are using LSD
and Rohypnol these days.

- Fisher's a high school teacher.
- So it may be a prank after all.

Yeah, one that went horribly wrong.

You know, I'm going to get a list of
students from Fisher. See you later.

Hotch?

Okay, we'll be right there.

Cops may have figured out
where everybody was dosed.

Nice to see you.

Uniforms were on a canvass.
The staff here remembers seeing

four out of the seven victims here
the day they reported symptoms.

Please tell me your staff didn't mention
the canvass was about a poisoning.

They didn't, but I had to tell the owner.

- Is that the owner?
- It's normal.

Nell Trucco.

I'd be shocked
if this doesn't get leaked now.

I just hope nobody jumps
to the conclusion it's bioterrorism.

All right, I'm going to go talk
to the café staff,

make sure they know to keep it quiet.

Can you think of anyone
who'd do something like this?

High school kids hanging around?

Honestly, I can't tell them apart.
You should talk to Danny.

- Danny?
- A busboy. High school kid.

A lot of his friends come in here.
His girlfriend was here Saturday night.

Is he here today?

He was supposed to come to work
after school, but he called in sick.

- What's his last name?
- Wallace.

- I'll have Elle check at the school.
- Got a phone number for him?

Hotch. I checked the high school
and Wallace's house. He wasn't there.

So, now I'm at his girlfriend's house.

Okay. I'll call you back.

- Samantha?
- Yeah.

I'm with the FBI.
Can I talk to you for a minute?

- Where are your parents?
- Working.

What do you want?

Well, you didn't go to school today,
Samantha.

- And neither did your boyfriend.
- I'm sick.

Can I ask you something personal?

I think that something
might have happened to you.

- You want to tell me about it?
- I don't know.

- I don't remember.
- What do you remember?

He took me someplace
on his motorcycle.

I remember waking up.

I was naked,

I was all beat up.

And he was there, above me,

holding me down.

Who was?

Danny.

I called the doctor earlier.
It could be her.

- Hello?
- Samantha, listen to me.

Don't hang up. Do you hear me?

- Keep him talking.
- Samantha?

- What do you want?
- Someone's there.

Who did you call?

- Why do you think someone's here?
- Don't mess with me, Samantha.

Don't do it. If you say anything.

- He hung up.
- Come with me.

You're going to call 911.

And as soon as I leave
you lock the door behind me.

Do it.

Well, he's near his girlfriend's house.

Hillcrest and Maple and...
I can't see the other cross street.

Yeah. Okay.

Danny Wallace. Stop! FBI!

You put your hands
on top of your head. Off the bike.

On your head.

This isn't what you had in mind when
you skipped school today, is it, Danny?

You want to tell us
about Saturday night, Danny?

I didn't do anything.

Samantha doesn't know
what she's talking about.

A lot of people saw you together
at the café on Saturday night.

What did you decide to do, Danny?

Dose the common milk
so that nobody would know

that you just wanted
to roofie your girlfriend?

That's not true.

Sex was an issue in your relationship.
She told me about it.

She wasn't prepared to give it up

- so you decided to take it.
- No.

She had bruises all over her body,
Danny. You hit her.

Well, I didn't mean to.
She was freaking out, punching me.

She was on something
and I was just trying to help her.

I was trying to hold her down.

She was hitting you,
but you still had sex with her?

- No.
- Then what, Danny?

Well, it was after! After we did it!

We fell asleep. But when she woke up
she was seeing things.

- What things?
- Look, she was on something.

And if it was acid or whatever,
I've taken that.

You give that to someone
without telling them,

it doesn't exactly set the mood.

The kid is right about that.

If he wanted to slip a girl
a date-rape drug,

why did he give her LSD, too?

This boy seems too scared
not to be telling us the truth.

So Samantha was just the eighth victim

and the boyfriend working at the café
was just a coincidence.

But even so, there may be an
explanation of why the two drugs.

LSD to hallucinate
and Rohypnol to forget.

Forget what?
What they were hallucinating?

No. How they got dosed.

And the UnSub's covering his tracks.

That's much too organized
for a high school prank.

And there still hasn't been
any kind of ransom demand.

Which rules out the Extortionist.

Or any invisible political group
or cult in the area.

- Which rules out the True Believer.
- And leaves us with the Avenger.

We can give them a profile.

We believe whoever poisoned these
people was motivated by revenge.

The randomness of the victimology.

Average people in an average sized
town, all points to a local resident.

We know that people who poison
for the purposes of revenge

primarily act alone.

However, he may have manipulated
someone close to him to assist him.

The UnSub usually disposes
of these accomplices

when they are of no further use to him.

The UnSub is likely
a cautious, deliberate,

and highly functioning male
between the ages of 35 and 50.

He chose LSD for a reason.
LSD is about altering perception.

We think that this UnSub
is striking out because he feels

that he's been inaccurately perceived
by the community or a subset of it.

He feels that these attacks will affect
and alter a reality that he is caught in

that he perceives to be unjust.

He's so self-centered
he believes his victims

will know the reason for the attack
and who did it.

This individual was savvy enough
to use Rohypnol

to obstruct our investigation,

erasing the memories of the victims
of how they were poisoned.

Hold on, if this guy believes
that his victims know who he is,

why is he covering his tracks?

Because these victims
aren't his primary targets.

We know from precedent that
this kind of offender, the Avenger,

tests his weapon first.
This attack was a test run.

- A test run for what?
- We don't know, yet.

What we do know is this is not the
first time he's aired his grievances.

While it's not likely
that he has a criminal record,

it is possible that
he has filed criminal charges

or pursued a civil action
against his perceived adversaries.

- I'm going to go to court and sue them.
- I'm sorry.

And now to measure
the results of his test, he's watching.

And he wants to see
the results of his test.

Once he has them,
all those years of pent-up rage

will be unleashed
in the form of a larger attack.

Profile indicates
a lot of people could die.

We had a leak.

That's right, Steve, neighbors
became aware something was wrong

when a local Beachwood restaurant
closed early.

From inside sources, we learnt
that representatives of the CDC

began testing food
inside the restaurant this morning.

If you're going to report the story,
name the restaurant.

Though unconfirmed, we were told
that some of the food

had apparently been tainted
with hallucinogenic drugs.

Name the restaurant.

Before we do confirm all of this,

we will not release
the name of the restaurant,

we'll only say
it's a Beachwood area favorite.

This is Suzanne Whang reporting live
from Beachwood. Back to you, Steve.

- They didn't name the restaurant.
- What is it?

Call the local hospital. Make sure
they know what's coming. Excuse me.

Where do your 911 calls get routed?

There's a county phone bank.

They contact first responders,
the fire department.

Alert them, too. They're going to need
additional personnel

and any other backup you've got,
auxiliary cops.

- You're going to have to call them.
- But why?

Because we're going to have a heck
of a time just calming people down.

And we really don't need the confusion
to interfere with our investigation.

Look, you want me
to start making those calls?

No, no, no, no. Hey! Hey!
Everybody please shut up for a minute!

Tell me what this is all about.

Panic.

We can't comment.

No, we still don't know for sure
why those people were poisoned.

Okay, great. Thank you.

I just got off with the hospital.

They're swamped
with over 50 potential poisonings

from local restaurants.
But no hallucinations.

- Another poisoning?
- Or maybe more hysteria.

We've looked into any civil
or criminal complaints from employees,

ex-employees, suppliers,
regulars of the café. Not one good lead.

There's got to be somebody connected
to that café who'll pop as a suspect.

Morgan, you want to go back there?
See if we can find another angle?

- Couldn't hurt.
- JJ,

you and Reid go to the hospital.
See if any of the poisonings seem legit.

Okay.

I really can't talk right now.
We just got hammered.

Listen. Most of these food poisonings
are probably psychosomatic.

What makes you think that?

A news broadcast just reported
a local restaurant was poisoned.

Now, it would be a huge coincidence

if there was another poisoning
right after that aired.

So what do you want me to do?

Help us figure out which cases,
if any, are real.

People are coming in
with all kinds of complaints.

But there's at least one case
that isn't psychosomatic.

She's barely breathing.

Can you take us to the doctor
that's treating that patient?

I'll call Hotch.

All right.

If you're an Avenger, you choose
your target for a reason, right?

Well, then why haven't we found
anyone connected to this café

who fits the profile?

Why hasn't the CDC
found any trace of the drugs?

Wait a minute.

What if it's not the profile that's wrong,
but the target?

Not this café?

Just because a bunch of victims
came to eat here,

doesn't necessarily mean
they get poisoned here.

Then where?

When the patient got here.

Couldn't remember anything
about her day

and her speech was so slurred
I could barely understand her.

Sounds like Rohypnol.
Did you test her?

She was positive for Rohypnol,
negative for LSD.

But we're running more tests

because Rohypnol alone
doesn't explain her symptoms.

She presented with nausea, difficulty
swallowing, and labored breathing.

She was also having trouble
moving her legs.

- How long has she been sick?
- She didn't know.

I could barely understand her
when she first got here.

Now she can't speak at all.

Do you know of biological agents
that have that similar symptom?

Ricin, sarin gas.

Do you think this is a biological attack?

You can't rule anything out.

I'll order a few more tests.

That's where I had
my business account.

Thanks, Nell.

No soda machines, hot dog stands,
water fountains or anything else.

- You get anything?
- Maybe.

First New Jersey Federal
right across the street.

One of the victims who I talked to

said that he went to that bank
on the day that he was dosed.

- How do you get poisoned at a bank?
- I don't know.

But I'd like to take a look
at the security tapes.

After you.

Right there. Pause it, Elle.

Jack Fisher.

About to have the worst night of his life.

That's all of them.
Every one of the victims

who turned up at the ER
three nights ago is on this tape.

- I'm going to call Hanover.
- Have him bring the CDC guys.

They can test the candies.
I'll call Hotch.

Morgan, it's Hotch. What's up?

Reid.
I think she's trying to say something.

The en...

The end?

She may be incoherent
from lack of oxygen.

It's the en...

Doctor.

Now, Hotch,
we're pretty sure it's the bank.

All the victims
are on their security tapes.

Then you should look
for Lynn Dempsey, 45.

Garcia's e-mailing a picture
to your phone.

Hold on a second, I'm checking.

Yeah. Yeah I got it.

Lynn Dempsey. Hold on. Elle.

Elle's checking.

Yeah, we got her, Hotch.

Checking the tape.

- Right there. That's her.
- Play it again.

Okay, not only was she here,
but from one of these tapes

it looks like she was the one
replacing the candies.

- Hotch, she could be the UnSub.
- Or working with him.

I'll call you back.

So what are the chances
that she's not poisoned?

That maybe
she just got some bad food?

Highly improbable.
Chances are basically nil.

- What is the rate of survival?
- At this dose? Without antitoxin? Zero.

- What is it?
- Botulism.

- Doctor, her BP is dropping rapidly.
- It's sepsis. Give another amp of epi.

- She's going into v-fib.
- She's crashing. Get the paddles.

- Charging to 200.
- Clear.

Nothing. Charging to 300.

- Clear.
- Still nothing.

The test run is over.

- Page a code blue.
- Yes, Doctor. Right away.

Starting CPR.

Just be careful the fresh air
doesn't kill you, Fred.

See you in a few days, Janice.

And don't stay late.
Your kids need you.

Thanks, Mr. Devons. Have fun.

Lynn Dempsey was
an executive assistant.

She has no expertise with chemicals.

She doesn't fit the profile of the UnSub.

But the CDC found both LSD
and Rohypnol in the candies

- she was replacing at the bank.
- She must have been an accomplice.

And when the UnSub
finished using her to further his attack,

he killed her with botulism.

So what does that tell us
about the UnSub?

That he's far more sophisticated
than we realized.

Why is that?

Botulinum toxin is
the deadly substance known to man.

It blocks acetylcholine receptors,

paralyzing its victims
until basically choking you to death.

Without a antitoxin,
a lethal dose will kill you in 36 hours.

How many people
have access to this stuff?

In New Jersey, quite a few.

It's the pharmaceutical
and chemical capital of the U.S.

The toxin can be ordered
in the form of BOTO X

through any chemical or biological lab
or BOTO X clinic.

It has to be purified, but any chemist
or lab assistant has that capability.

So we're looking for chemists
and sophisticated lab assistants?

- Basically.
- Okay, wait a minute.

If the UnSub is a chemist
with access to the toxin,

what did he need Dempsey for?

Well, we don't know, yet.

But she worked for a...
She worked for a company called...

Where'd it go? Where'd it go?
Hichcock Pharmaceuticals.

I think there's a good chance
the UnSub worked there, too.

Well, let's start with people who fit the
profile who've had a recent stressor.

Like anybody fired from Hichcock
in the past six months.

Hichcock's a giant company,
Sugar Shack.

There were over 100 people fired
just this past year.

- And so far none of them fit the profile?
- No.

But I do have 30 names of people
who were downsized and shunted off

to other lame companies
with a cut in pay and benefits.

All right, send us the names.
We'll cross reference them

with civil and criminal complaints
filed with local P.D.

But I want you to keep digging.

And while you're at it,
look for any connection

to the First New Jersey Federal Bank.

I'm on it, angel.

Our guy's acting
like a workplace mass murderer.

He'd stay close, seething,
and he'd plan his revenge.

Well, if he is a workplace killer,
what else does that tell us about him?

Well, for one,
they don't give themselves up.

He's lost his empathy,
his moral compass.

- He's capable of anything.
- All those innocent people at the bank.

They meant nothing to him.

He'll take out anybody
to forward his cause.

Like Dempsey?

Like Dempsey
and eventually, even himself.

But not until he finishes taking out
his primary targets though.

We have no idea
where he's going to strike next.

For all we know,
he could poison a local reservoir.

Well, local cops haven't gotten
any leads out of Dempsey.

Why don't you go to Hichcock,
see if you have any luck.

Yeah.

Ms. Dempsey's boss
is away for the week.

I just can't believe
this happened to her.

Is there anyone that you can think of
who would want to hurt Ms. Dempsey?

I mean anyone here at work?

She wasn't the type to inspire hatred.
I mean, she was pretty quiet actually.

Would you say that she was awkward,
you know, like socially?

A little, yeah.

She made a lot of jokes about herself.
You know, self-deprecating jokes.

I always thought she'd do
a lot better dating if she didn't.

- So she was single as far as you knew?
- I couldn't say one way or the other.

I mean, she never really talked to me
about that kind of thing.

Is there anything about her behavior
that was unusual lately?

Anything that you noticed
that was out of her normal routine?

Just that she was very busy
this last week.

And there's
a big corporate retreat coming up

that she was helping her boss
put together.

- I'm sorry I can't be of any more help.
- That's all right.

I'm going to go take a look
through her things if that's okay.

The police already went through
her desk, but feel free.

Thanks.

Gideon, some of these layoffs
were brutal.

This one chemical engineer
had been at Hichcock 19 years

when he was downsized.

That could certainly inspire
homicidal rage. Yeah.

The guy was in his late 40s.
Head of his department.

Definitely had
a generous severance package.

All of these guys
are living off pensions.

They may not be happy about it,
but I don't see them killing over it.

It's Garcia.

- Talk to me, hot stuff.
- Get this, Cochise.

I found a chemist who works at a
company that was bought by Hichcock

called Palmay Cosmetics.

Now here's the thing,

Lynn Dempsey applied for a loan
at New Jersey Federal Bank,

around the same time this chemist
applied for a patent

on this anti-aging breakthrough
technology thing called PCO 99.

So maybe he applied for a loan
in her name to make his product.

That's what I thought. But both the loan
and the patent were rejected.

Because Hichcock
had already applied for the patent

and the patent deal had gone through,
drum roll please,

New Jersey Federal Bank.

I'm tracking his cell phone and it won't
be long before I have his location.

Don't move.

He let us take him.
He didn't kill himself.

That doesn't fit the profile
of a workplace killer.

Sometimes we miss the mark.

Let's be glad we did.

He's our best chance
at stopping the next attack.

Hill's lab had traces of botulinum toxin,
but no clues as to what he's up to next.

Our only chance is to make him tell us.

- You think he will?
- Once caught, these types usually do.

They want the whole world to know
about their brilliant plan

to destroy their enemies.

In case he doesn't give it up,
let's play every angle.

We need to re-examine everything
we know about this guy.

I'll check witness reports,
forensic evidence,

anything that might be a clue
to this guy's plan.

A lot of lives could be at stake.

You were romantically involved
with Lynn Dempsey, Mr. Hill.

- Is that what she said?
- That's what her sister said.

What happened to her?

The fact is Lynn was already dead.

That company killed her years ago.

- Did they kill you, too?
- Well, they might as well have.

They took everything from me.

Fruits of my labor.
Best years of my life.

They took my family.

And when there was nothing
left to take,

they took two-thirds of my salary
and my health insurance.

You have the opportunity

to treat people with the mercy
that they never showed you.

I can't even tell you
how little that means to me.

What would it mean to your children?

Listen. You worked hard.

Played by the rules your whole life.
You don't want to go out like this.

You do, you stoop to their level.

There are things we can do for you.
There's ways to help you if you'll let us.

- What can you do for me?
- We're FBI.

We have influence with Justice.

If you have a legitimate claim,
and I believe you do,

we can see to it that you get
fair compensation and credit.

And that's all you wanted, right?
A fair deal?

- That's all I ever wanted.
- Of course.

You don't think the company knows
they screwed you?

You don't think everything they do,

every move they make, isn't
designed to screw people like you?

- You could really get me those things?
- Ed.

This is my ABA card. I'm a lawyer.

And I'm offering to take your case.

And if you accept,
I have to do what you say.

This whole thing is being videotaped.
I can't lie about that.

I would like my sons to know
that their dad created something.

I created something good.

Ed. Tell us.

What did you do?

There's a party this afternoon
in the executive building.

All the departments get together.

There's a punch bowl.

- Stop!
- Don't drink that! Put it down.

Put it down right now.

Ladies and gentleman, listen up.

We are FBI.

I need everybody to remain calm,

but there may be some contaminated
food here that could make you sick.

Please, put down whatever it is
that you're eating and drinking

and please just take it easy.

We're going to be coming around
asking you some questions.

- Is everyone going to be okay?
- Yes.

Okay, the CDC's here
with three dozen doses of antitoxin.

We're going to make sure
everyone gets some just in case.

Whoever may have gotten sick,
we should've caught it in time.

The punch tested positive
for botulinum toxin.

About a dozen of the partygoers
reported symptoms,

but they've all been given the antitoxin.

- Thanks, JJ. I'll call you back.
- Bye.

- What is it?
- You're right.

It doesn't make sense.

I wonder, why didn't Hill take his
own life when we had him surrounded?

Guys, I think we have a problem.

I've been looking over
the victim reports.

One of the victims that was
originally dosed was severely diabetic.

And?

He wouldn't have taken candy
from the candy bowl at the bank.

All the victims were there. We know
that, but how are they poisoned?

I started looking at the security footage.

We know Lynn Dempsey
replaced some candy from the bowl.

But look how close that jar is
to the deposit envelopes.

Now watch this.

See that? Her hand is directly
in the stack of envelopes.

So you think the envelopes
were poisoned as well as the candy?

As Lynn Dempsey was dying

she kept saying something like,
"The end. The end."

I think what she was saying was
"the envelopes."

I mean, what was it
that Hill was actually testing?

The Rohypnol? The LSD?

- The delivery system.
- Exactly.

Botulinum toxin and LSD are the
only two substances in the world

toxic enough to be effective in doses
as small as one-thousandths of a gram.

Small enough to fit
on the glue strip of an envelope.

But the CDC didn't find any evidence
of poison on the envelopes.

They wouldn't have.
The envelopes were destroyed

after the checks were deposited
and processed.

So like the Rohypnol, Hill was using
the candy to throw us off.

To cover his tracks.

To distract us from the fact
that he was testing the envelopes.

What I can't figure out is,

why would he test the envelopes
to poison the punch?

Because the punch is a decoy
just like the candy.

He's not finished.

Gideon.

Get him down. Get him to the ground.

Get his head back.

He's dead.

He killed himself
before we even got to him.

- Yeah?
- Hotch. It's Morgan.

Listen, I'm looking at these victims
from Hichcock. This doesn't add up.

All of these people are lower level.
Regular office workers.

If this guy was trying to get back
at the people who screwed him,

- none of them are here.
- What do you mean? Where are they?

The entire upper management staff
is away on a corporate retreat.

The office manager mentioned to Elle
that Dempsey was organizing a retreat.

So then Hill wasn't using Dempsey
for access to the office party.

No, he used her
for access to the retreat.

Where are the executives?
Can they be reached?

No, no. Not until tomorrow.

They're out in the middle of the woods
somewhere.

It's one of those
no-cell-phones-allowed type of things.

And what are they doing there?

You know, bonding exercises,
they play games, that kind of stuff.

What kind of games?

When voting you want to think about
the qualities you admire most.

So, tomorrow we tally the votes
to find out who our new team leader is.

Now we don't want a repeat
of last year's fiasco

so this year I brought
along some envelopes.

The victims need to ingest the antitoxin

within four hours
from the time they were poisoned.

And make sure you seal the envelopes
so there's no cheating, Fred.

Does this mean
we can go fishing today?

Shut up and lick it, Bob.

Where are the bathrooms around here?

Bathroom?
The whole place is a bathroom.

What about the phones?
I've got to call my wife.

We're in the middle of nowhere.
That's the whole point.

- BAU to Air 1. Anything? Anything?
- Negative.

We checked the first three campsites.
Nothing.

- How about the Park Service?
- A couple of families on holiday.

None saw the target.

Wait a minute.
I'm getting a radio from the Staties.

They found something near
the access road and trail exit 6.

EMTs are en route.

These guys are in bad shape
and getting worse by the minute.

Who's the sickest?

- That one over there.
- Medic!

He's having trouble breathing.
Hyperventilating, I think.

- What time did they lick the envelopes?
- They said around 12:30.

I'm a Federal Agent.
You're going to be fine.

He's going to make you feel 100%.

Relax your breathing.

You're going to be fine.

Thank you.

Confucius warned us, "Before you
embark on a journey of revenge,

"dig two graves."

You ought to sleep.

Just finishing my report.

Everything okay?

There's always another file.

- This next one's pretty bad.
- Yeah.

Of all the departments,
why'd you choose the BAU?

You know, I had prosecuted
dozens of murder cases

and by the time they reach my desk
it always felt like it was too late.

And I wanted to stop them
before they got to my desk.

That doesn't really
answer your question.

- No, it doesn't.
- I guess I'm still trying to figure it out.

Guess I'll try and get some sleep.

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