02x23 - No Way Out: The Evilution Of Frank (2)

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If the remains aren't related to the same k*ller, where's he been for 10 years?

k*lling. Unsolved case files going back 30 years.

The same M. O. Right rib bone is missing.

I'm Frank.

I thought I'd seen the very worst of what humanity had to offer until you.

A k*lling machine- incapable of remorse, compassion, love.

Early toxicological investigations of the victims' blood indicated high levels of ketamine.

Ketamine is primarily a horse tranquilizer.

Jane, run.

In street lingo it's known as being stuck in the "k" hole.

Whatever it is he came for is coming here to this diner.

Jane.

He has the children, Jane.

Give me Jane, and they'll have their children back.

With Jane in my life, I will never harm another human being.

The most prolific serial k*ller ever.

What do you want, honey?

Oh, something flowery.

Flowery. Ok, well, help me out here.

Purple?

Purple - Uh, maybe-maybe not purple. Uh-

Come on, man.

More of a mix of something. Um...

You're k*lling me here. Make up your mind.

Just back off, pal.

What did I do?

I wasn't talking to you. I guess roses.

Are you on a date? - No, uh, hold on- hold on the roses, will you?

And you didn't tell me?

Tell you what? I'm not on a date.

I'm just buying flowers.

For who?

Old college friend.

Hotch, tell me something.

Do roses say the wrong thing?

What do you want to say?

Welcome, hi, good to see you, sorry I'm so damn late.

Uh, roses say more than that.

Face it, buddy. You want some action, it's the roses.

She's right.

Do you have a yellow flower- they're like, um- they're little yellow flowers.

They look like Dandelions or like weeds, but they're not weeds.

They have a little black spot in the middle. But they don't have a black spot, they're sort of round and puffy.

Button mums.

Do you have those? Can I see what those look like?

It's a date.

I'm not on a date...exactly.

Well, how about some white stuff and... you know, make it look...happy.

Baby's Breath.

Ok, great. Sorry!

I don't know what else, whatever looks good.

So what do you need?

I got a request from safe guard for personnel files on certain agents.

So it's an annual evaluation. Who cares?

It's 6 months early, Jason.

It's not a routine evaluation.

I think it's an assessment of the B. A. U They're redistributing funds, they're making cuts in all departments.

So what are they going to take, the jet? I prefer trains anyway.

Well, I think we may lose more than that.

It's been a hard year for us, Jason.

You know. What happened to Morgan in Chicago.

We both know about Reid's issues.

Elle Greenaway's suspect k*lled.

It all adds up.

To what?

The only file they didn't request was mine.

$30? What, are you kidding me?

You should have seen the price of the roses.

Oh, lord.

Thanks. Hey, Hotch, you're the best unit chief I know.

Jason, I'm the only unit chief you know.

Look, you need a break. Go home, kiss your family, and...

Impossible.

What?

I thought I... I thought-never mind.

We both need a break.

Jason?

Yeah?

Button Mums are something you give your mother.

Yeah.

Good night.

Good night.

Have fun.

Sarah, sorry I'm so late. I got caught up at the office.

What is your fascination with birds, Jason?

Who is this?

Paintings of birds, etchings of birds, books about birds.

Frank, please. Please don't hurt her.

Birders can be extremely single-minded in their pursuits.

Almost...obsessional.

She's innocent. She's somebody I knew a long time ago.

Are you obsessional, Jason?

Do you lie awake at night and think about the...

Bird that got away?

Please, Frank.

Please don't involve her.

Have you seen my Jane lately, Jason?

I know she came here, to Washington...

To find you.

Frank...

I want her back.

I choose my friends for their good looks my acquaintances for their good characters my enemies for their good intellects. Oscar wilde.

I've never seen you like this.

You have not seen what I've seen.

You chose the B. A. U.

True. I enjoy my work.

Even when in the pursuit to understand why...

A person feels the compelling need to brutally t*rture, m*rder and dismember a child, mother or father, an entire family.

The unsubs, devoid of any morality, humanity, remorse when caught, often come to believe that we're the only ones who understand them.

And they're right. We do.

Otherwise...how could we catch them?

Tell me what happened friday...

After agent Gideon called you.

About 7:15 I got a page requesting the B. A. U At 181 Arthur Street.

Agent Gideon's apartment.

Hotch.

Where's Gideon?

I called his cell. It's right there.

It seems he left in a hurry.

P. D. Thinks he did this?

They have 6 witnesses who saw him running down the street, covered in blood, wielding a g*n.

Ok, he was probably chasing the son of a b*tch who did do this.

Either way, we're under strict orders not to get in the way of the investigation.

Gideon's a suspect, we're his colleagues.

Conflict of interest. There's no way they'll ask for our help.

Which he needs badly right now.

Well, who spoke to him last?

I did, about 2 hours ago.

What did he say?

He said he was late for a date.

Do we even know who she is?

An old school friend.

We're conflicted out of the investigation.

We're just here to answer questions the M. P. D might have, so we need to assess what we can while we can.

Evisceration of the torso, removal of various organs.

The guy's clearly a sexually sadistic psychopath.

He's well-versed with a scalpel. He's done this before.

We need to at least get photos.

J. J., Your cell phone- get as many as you can as quickly as you can. Get them to Garcia.

Oh, J. J...it's friday night.

The cute guy from counterterrorism...

3 cocktails in, I am looking at second base, so this better be good.

It's far from good.

Where are you?

Gideon's apartment.

No sign of forced entry. Why?

Everything is as it was.

Nothing has been disturbed.

Wine poured but not drank.

The victim simply let the assailant in.

And why wouldn't she? She was waiting for Gideon. It's his home.

Forensics won't find any defensive wounds. Why?

Because she didn't defend herself. She couldn't.

He came here looking for Gideon and he found her.

Now, he knew he didn't have a lot of time, but...

Here she is, and here he stands- a sexual sadist.

A psychopath with the need to k*ll just as natural as his need to breathe.

He moved swiftly, every stroke of his blade exact, from lower torso to throat.

She was awake the entire time, until mercifully she passed away.

The toxicology report will find high levels of ketamine in her blood.

He opened her up, removed her lower-right rib bone, which is missing.

Prentiss, left hand.

That looks like part of the rib bone.

It was a gift.

It's human rib bones.

Frank's back.

If this is who we think it is, he took the rib bones as gifts to give to Jane.

And yet this one he gave back to Sarah. Why?

It's not for Sarah, it's for us. It's a message.

What is that?

We need to tell the police what we found.

Wait.

For what?

If we know anything about Frank, he wouldn't have left a trace of his DNA in here.

There are a number of ways this scene could be interpreted, and all of them could indicate Gideon.

As long as Frank's out there, we can't afford to stop and explain any of it.

Last time he did all of this for Jane.

Well, things seem to have changed dramatically.

Maybe she's dead. They had a lovers' quarrel and he k*lled her?

If he came here looking for Gideon, maybe he found him.

Let's go find out where Gideon went.

Hello?

Hello? Who is this?

I nearly had him.

Where are you?

I saw him walking off down the street. He was just- just walking.

He dropped something in the trash out in the street.

I couldn't get a clean shot.

The streets were too crowded.

Was Jane with him?

No.

But I saw her when I was talking to you.

I saw her in the street seconds before he called me.

He called you?

He came after me. He came to my home.

Then he's out of his comfort zone, in a big city with feds who know what he looks like.

It's my fault. It's me he wanted.

And if I hadn't been late...she'd still be alive.

He butchered her, Hotch.

Jason...

I'm coming in.

No. Do that and this investigation moves inside an interrogation room.

And by the time the cops catch up, we're going to be looking at more dead bodies.

Right.

He's going to change who he goes after. He has to.

I know.

We know who Frank is.

We don't know the why.

You help us find out the why and we'll catch him.

For that I'm going to need my files.

I'll have Garcia bring them to you.

You find some place quiet where you can work.

And, Jason...

We'll get him.

Frank had to have come out the same way down this street.

If they saw Gideon, they saw Frank.

Well, we know Frank will do whatever it takes to blend in and not stand out.

Well, to avoid attracting attention, he would have simply walked calmly out of that crime scene.

The evisceration of Sarah, though, means he would have been soaked in her blood.

No, he had access to Gideon's closet.

He cleans up, gets a change of clothes, he's out.

Yet he left no trace of evidence at the crime scene.

Gideon said he dumped it en route.

You spoke with Gideon?

Where is he, Hotch?

He's safe.

Well, that's all the proof we need, right?

We can turn him over to the M. P. D now.

By the time this comes back from the lab, Frank's long gone.

If the cops find out we're hiding evidence and a material witness from them-

We're not hiding evidence. We'll give this to forensics, let them search for DNA.

We'll look for Frank.

Agent Morgan?

What the hell?

They say beauty can cover a multitude of sins.

What?

But underneath it all...

We all look exactly the same.

That's Frank. He said that to me in the diner.

Give me Jane or I'll k*ll them all.

Frank thinks we have Jane?

We need to find her fast.

Can I have my 10 bucks now?

Nervous whistles, stop it.

Stop it, Everything is...

Everything cool, Garcia.

Gorgeous tech kitten found in lonely...

Dark parking lot.

Throat slashed, ear to ear.

Horrific. Tragic.

With the very files of one of the most prolific serial K*llers ever.

Tonight he remains at large, the blood of Quantico's finest-

Oh, god! Oh, my god!

Drive.

Right. Drive, yes, drive. Drive where?

Just drive.

Just drive, just drive.

Gideon saw Jane just before Frank called him. If we find Jane, we'll find Frank.

Last time we found Frank, he outsmarted us.

He took a busload of children hostage. He gave us no options.

He's not going to give us any now.

Frank's message- he said, I'll k*ll them all. Who's he referring to?

J. J.? - Hey, uh, Gideon had a book, a black leather-bound book.

Garcia discovered something. It looks like the first page has been ripped out.

You can only really see what's left on the side of the page, but it's definitely Gideon's handwriting.

Looks like some kind of a list.

It's his m*rder book.

m*rder book?

When he opens it to the first page, it reminds him why he does what he does.

It's a list of all the people he's ever saved. Names, dates, personal details.

And now Frank has the list.

Frank said, "I'll k*ll them all.

"That's who he's going after.

Yeah, at least the ones he can get to, the ones that are nearby.

J. J., start locating all the possible targets.

We need to call them and warn them.

Got it Do we tell Gideon?

Absolutely not.

We need to find out who Frank is first.

The Smithsinian Institute WASHINGTON, D. C I'm sorry for your loss, Jason. Truly.

Thank you very much for doing this. You're a good friend.

Security knows you're here. Take care of him.

I grabbed everything I could find pertaining to the case.

Turdus polyglottus. Mockingbird.

They've provided insights into the origin of syntax.

Essential first steps into the evolution of human language.

If we stand any chance of stopping him, we need to understand the evolution of Frank.

What created him.

Took these from Gideon's office.

What about Jane?

I gave photos of Jane and Frank to all media outlets, and I'm liaising with Washington M. P. D.

J. J., if you locate her, make sure we're the first to interrogate her. Don't let P. D. get to her.

Is that wise?

No, but it is an order.

Whatever you do, bring her here first.

She's the only one who knows who Frank is.

So far we've narrowed it down to 9 possible targets.

Their contact details are in the files. Everybody grab a phone.

Let's start calling.

5 sugars.

I have a sweet tooth.

Thank you for coming, but it really wasn't necessary.

We at the B. A. U like to follow up on our victims.

She's in the basement downstairs!

Is the house on fire?

Rebecca!

Get me out of here.

Hurry!

Let's go, we've got no time.

I try not to think of myself as a victim.

That's good. Very healthy.

A sound strategy.

Oh, my, this is perfect.

I am glad to get a chance to personally thank you.

You wrote me this lovely letter. I keep it at home.

You were t only member of the team I didn't get a chance to meet face to face, agent Gideon.

Please, call me Jason.

Did you know recent studies into female r*pe victims found that a high proportion of them later in life are r*ped again?

No, I wasn't r*ped.

It's almost as if they emit a kind of...signal.

But I wasn't r*ped.

But you are on a list.

A list?

A list of lives saved.

How were you saved, Rebecca?

What happened to you?

What happened?

Your letter was so...nonspecific.

But don't you-

Were you afraid?

I've never felt the feeling of fear.

Apparently I'm...incapable.

Tell me, Rebecca.

What's it feel like- fear?

I should get that.

Saved by the bell.

Hello?

Rebecca Brian?

Hi, this is Jennifer Jareau with the FBI.

He's not agent Gideon, is he?

Excuse me?

Rebecca, this is agent Hotchner.

If you can, very calmly excuse yourself and get out of the house.

Can you do that?

Rebecca, just calmly hang up, walk to your door, and leave.

Ok? Rebecca?

What's going on?

Rebecca...

Rebecca?

Rebecca?

Hi, I regret to inform you that Rebecca's name should be moved to a new list.

Frank, we don't have her. We do not have Jane.

I will not stop until I have her back.

Frank... Frank!

FBI!

Clear.

Clear.

Hotch...nothing could have stopped this.

Guys...

We've got a note from Frank. 7 A. M. Union Station.

All 8 other targets on that list are safe and accounted for.

Then we've missed someone or something. Now that he's set a meeting-

He's going to raise the stakes.

Just like he did last time.

He's going to make it impossible for us to not trade Jane for whoever he's got.

Yeah, J. J?

I think I found Jane.

The beat cops picked up a woman who was ranting and raving about needing to talk to the B. A. U.

She, uh, assaulted one of the police officers. She's being processed as we speak.

So what have we missed?

Frank's incapable of experiencing normal feelings.

Yeah, but he takes what normal people hold sacred.

Children.

J. J., I'm going to have Prentiss call you to find out where to pick up Jane.

We'll all meet back at the B. A. U. I'm going to wait for the crime scene unit.

I heard you. He's going after children now.

I also need you to look at relocations, anything involving children.

Families that have moved into the D. C. area since the case.

I'm on it.

This is hopeless. We don't even know Frank's surname.

But we do know the only person ever to survive abduction by Frank.

Jane. He fell in love with her.

Oh, he was a psychopath. He's incapable of emotionally bonding with anyone.

Yet he was prepared to risk everything to have her.

Amongst all those he k*lled there has to be one constant One repetitious act, a break from pattern.

One he's probably not even aware of.

If they don't come soon, somebody's going to get hurt!

If you don't shut the hell up, you'll get hurt.

I would like to leave now!

I don't want to be here.

Hello? Hello? Excuse me!

b*tch, shut it.

Please, I don't want to be in here!

Shut the hell up or I'll do it for you.

Shut up! Shut up!

Hey, knock it off! Jane.

Come in here and get this mouthy b*tch out of here.

Back off!

Agent Prentiss, FBI.

Fbi?

Do you remember me? From Nevada?

I asked for agent Gideon.

We know.

We'll bring you to him.

I told you!

Agent Gideon's right, you know.

Frank, he can't feel love.

He wants to, but he can't.

He's coming for me, you know?

He's already here.

Tracey Belle.

Hotchner.

Hotch, Tracey Belle and her family relocated to McLean, Virginia, 8 months ago.

It-it's her, Hotch. She's the only one who's unaccounted for.

Belle Residence McLEAN, VIRGINIA FBI!

Get the unit crime scene team.

That's my house.

Mr. Belle?

You have to let us in.

My daughter's in there.

You can't go in right now.

Where's Tracey? Where is she?

What's important to know right now is Tracey is alive, ok?

Your daughter's alive- - Sir-sir!

She's not in there. She's not in there.

I promise you we will find her, and she's going to be fine.

No, no, no...

It's ok.

No, no, no. No...

Did I do the right thing by coming here?

Yes, you did the right thing.

Please, sit down.

Is that my bag?

Tell us something good, Reid.

We have Jane.

That's good news.

Not entirely.

Frank hasn't hurt anyone, has he?

He wouldn't do that.

Not while he has me.

He doesn't have you. We do.

He came after agent Gideon.

Why did you leave Frank?

What...changed?

He did. Frank changed.

He changed just like agent Gideon said.

And he was so angry with agent Gideon because he knows Frank better than anyone else.

And Frank knows that, too.

Frank wants agent Gideon to stop him, doesn't he?

Well, if anyone can, agent Gideon can.

Not without you, Jane.

What do you mean?

Considering the 3 factors of determined behavior- bio, psycho, social...

Sir- -

First, biology.

Genetics gave him the predisposition.

Add to that the second factor, psychology.

Clearly a psychopath.

Ok.

That's the filter through which he experiences his environment.

Finally, socialization- life experiences.

Like all of us, he's a complicated manifestation of all 3.

So you put that all together and...

Think of Frank as a living m*rder w*apon.

His genetics load the g*n, his psychology aims it, the environment pulls the trigger.

That's why his victims are so important. We study them.

They reflect back on him.

Ok. He k*lled mostly women.

Since he used a trailer, their occupations, locations, and ages are all over the place.

Plot out the ages.

Um, he k*lled 43 in their 50s, 51 in their 40s, 64 in their 30s, and 12 in their 20s.

12?

Is that odd?

Precedent tells us the number of victims should rise as the age falls.

So it's a break from pattern. Why?

He wasn't attracted to them.

No, that doesn't make any sense because he doesn't feel attraction or love.

No, no, no, no. You're onto something.

That's great, I don't know what.

Who was the only victim he didn't k*ll?

Jane.

She was 22 when Frank first abducted her.

And through the years he kept on coming back.

Kept visiting her, bringing her gifts, making sure she was ok.

Mother protects her children.

In Frank's case, it was vice versa.

He didn't k*ll Jane because he sees her as his mother.

Tell me about Frank. Where's he from?

Manhattan.

Manhattan? You sure?

Yes, I'm sure!

He talked about it all the time.

He told me where he lived and how he grew up, everything.

He wanted me to know everything.

Did he ever say where in Manhattan?

He lived with his mother. She was german.

Breitkopf. Mary Breitkopf.

And Frank never knew his father.

So he uses his mother's name?

And she would take him every sunday to the fair on Long Island.

He talked about her constantly.

And they would have dinner parties, and-and Frank would dress up, and he would be the barman, and he would serve all the guests...

Cocktails.

Jane, when you were with Frank, did he ever hurt anyone else?

Being on the run can be very romantic, you know.

Did Frank try to k*ll anyone else?

Is it wrong?

Is what wrong?

Loving Frank?

Uh, you don't choose who you fall in love with.

Maybe you thought you could change him. And you did, too, for a time.

Yes.

Until the desire to k*ll overwhelmed him. And you saw that, didn't you, Jane?

You saw it in him.

Yes.

Who did he try to k*ll?

Me.

But he stopped himself.

We had an argument...

And I screamed at him, and I said that Gideon was right and he became so angry.

And I had to run here.

But as long as he's trying to find me, he won't k*ll again.

He has already.

And he's not going to stop until he gets you back.

Oh- -

I'm sorry.

Got it. Thanks, Hotch.

Mother's name is Mary Breitkopf from Manhattan.

Wait.

The diner.

Adam and Eve on a raft, sink 'em, and a strawberry shake for the gentleman at table 8.

Ah, finally, you walk into my life.

What took you so long, handsome?

Honey?

Mind if I sit here?

Please.

He was obsessed with facts.

Recent record lows have sent desert floor temperatures plummeting into single digits.

He said something about Manhattan.

1, 5 million people inhabit Manhattan.

Did you know that?

I read about a woman whose body was found In her apartment, upper east side.

That was the only thing he said that genuinely seemed to move him.

He was talking about his mother.

Mary Breitkopf.

He said his parents named him Frank.

I'm Frank. Germanic, third century...

Third century.

Derived from the name of a type of spear.

I wonder what aspirations...

My parents had for me.

German mother, probably immigrated to this country in the fifties.

If he likens Jane to his mother...

Then she must have been in her late teens when she arrived in Manhattan.

I've got 3 Mary Breitkopfs living in upper east side during the fifties and sixties.

Jane said she was a lawyer.

No lawyers here.

A 52-year-old Mary Louise Breitkopf. She died of cancer, 1973.

Tailor's assistant.

Mary Breitkopf, nurse.

k*lled in a traffic accident. Mary Breitkopf...

What?

This Mary Breitkopf was arrested...63 times.

What for?

Solicitation. She was a hooker.

Is she deceased?

Uh, no. No death certificate.

Uh, she's alive and living in Manhattan.

Search for a story involving a woman found dead in her apartment- dead for over a year.

Upper east side, Manhattan.

Zip. Nothing.

So it never happened.

Frank's been hiding her existence from everyone.

Why?

Yeah?

Garcia, get me Jason. I have someone who wants to talk to him.

It's for you.

Yeah?

Jason?

Who's this?

It's Tracey Belle.

Go ahead, Tracey. It's ok.

Please, mr. Gideon...you saved me once.

Don't you remember?

Of course I remember you.

How could I ever forget you?

Tracey, everything's going to be all right.

Please, I'm scared.

I just want my mommy.

Please. Please!

Jason.

You son of a b*tch.

I swear to you I will find you and I will stop you.

Jason.

I chose e station because I know how much you love trains.

I saw the toys in your apartment.

I- I can't trace that call. It wasn't long enough, and even if it was, I-I can't triangulate it um, what do you want me to do? Talk to me, please. Tell me what I can-

Call Hotch. Read that to him. He'll know what to do.

What are you going to do?

End this.

Anybody got eyes on the target?

Nothing.

Did Gideon say where he was going?

He'll be here.

In what capacity?

What's that supposed to mean?

As an agent or an executioner?

12 o'clock. Platform 11.

Target. Target east side.

I have eyes on the target, and I have a clear shot. Over.

We're about to find out.

Hold your fire. I repeat, hold your fire. There are civilians on the platform.

Let's go! Go! Back, all of you back off! We need you out of here!

2087 E. 78th St, UPPER EAST SIDE, MANHATTAN It's right this way.

Whoa, hey.

No matter what happens this time, we don't split up, clear?

Crystal clear.

Frank.

Agent Hotchner, we haven't had the pleasure of a formal meeting.

Where's Tracey Belle?

Do you have something for me?

No, I don't.

Then you'll never see her again.

Go ahead and bring her in.

Jane.

Where's Tracey, Frank?

Wait here.

Yes, ma'am.

Did you think I wouldn't come looking for you?

You k*lled 2 innocent women.

Without you, I am lost.

Tracey, Frank.

Not until we're safely away.

Stop it, Frank. I'm not coming.

It's you and me- forever.

I can't go with you.

I will never be taken by these...people.

And without you, I will not stop, not ever.

Sarah was a doctor.

She was a mother of 3 boys.

Hello, Jason.

She worked and ran a treatment center for patients with terminal cancer.

Do you know the birder's term "twitching, " Jason?

She dedicated her life to easing the pain of others.

The pursuit of a previously located rare bird.

You took the lives of hundreds.

All because your mother was a whore?

Mary Louise Breitkopf, single mother, german immigrant lived on the upper east side of Manhattan.

She gave birth to her only son, Frank Breitkopf, a bright but ultimately strange boy.

A boy that only a mother could love.

His needs were such that even the 3 jobs she worked didn't provide for this special child.

A child she would not let out near the world and When she turned to the worlds oldest profession and the boy witnessed every single terrible visitation.

You're not a rare bird, Frank.

Nothing special about you.

You're common, pedestrian...boring.

Jane. This world, we don't fit in it.

No one understands what we are.

Jane, he sees you as his mother.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Have you ever been happier than when you've been with me?

Never.

Didn't we have fun?

Jane!

So much!

Come with me now.

It doesn't have to end here.

Jane!

I love you.

I love you, too.

Jane, Jane! Jane!

Hang on a second. I'm walking to him.

Just one second. Here he is.

It's for you.

Hello?

Agent Gideon?

Tracey.

I just wanted to call and thank you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Once again the team had battled a monster and won.

The future of the B. A. U.

Is not in the balance here.

The residual impact as a result of the investigations into the crimes and criminals you pursue is.

Every cause has its effect.

You think I don't know that?

I believe you are no longer effective in your post.

The modern furniture, the strategically placed magazines, the framed diplomas the art on the wall, are all in conflict with your family photos.

You have 3 children, but you favor the middle one, your son.

What do you think you're doing?

Of course you love all your children but not like your son.

That's enough.

The bonsai you obsessively nurture is to compensate for feelings of failure as a mother.

Agent Hotchner, I said that is enough.

My position is not in question here.

As your superior, I am questioning your ability to lead your team.

My team? Let me tell you about my team.

Agent Morgan fought to protect his identity from the very people who could save him- why?

Because trust has to be earned, and there are very few people he truly trusts.

Reid's intellect is a shield which protects him from his emotions and at the moment his shield is under repair.

Prentiss overcompensates because she doesn't yet feel she's a part of the team.

She needn't worry.

Every day, agent Jareau fields dozens of requests for our team.

And every night she goes home hoping she's made the right choices.

Garcia fills her office with figurines and color to remind herself to smile as the horrofills her screens.

And agent Gideon, in many ways, is damned by his profound knowledge of others.

Which is why he shares so little of himself, yet he pours his heart into every case we handle.

I stand by my actions, and I stand by my team.

And if you think that you can find a better person for the job, good luck.

Agent Hotchner.

How do I know you favor your son?

I'm good at my job.

I put you in the B. A. U. I knew how badly you wanted it.

Everyone did.

You were never exactly shy about letting us know.

But there were those who didn't think assigning you to the B. A. U was a good idea.

They thought you were too reckless.

I believed in you, however.

It's time to pay back the faith I had.

Your team is in trouble.

They've lost sight of the big picture.

I believe they are reckless and at times out of control.

It's time for agent Hotchner's career to come to an end.

And if you want to stay in the B. A. U. agent Prentiss you're going to help me make that happen.