06x04 - Compromising Positions

[bunniefuu]

♪ Mm-hmm Ahh ♪
♪ mm-hmm ♪
♪ when you are near me ♪
♪ I'm like a shadow... ♪

look at me.

Look at me.

Okay.

It's gonna be okay.

[Sobs] Why is he doing this?

Is that enough?

We did what you wanted.

Let us go.

♪ ... The world to me ♪

No.

[Chuckles]

Now it's my turn.

Aah!

No!

[g*nshots]

♪ You're the whole wide world ♪
♪ oh, the whole wide world to me ♪

[beeping]

Hey, good news.

Ellie just got placed with a foster family, so, fingers crossed.

Oh, that's great.

I'm happy for her.

We got a case in Akron, Ohio.

Two couples k*lled in two weeks.

One a week?

That's not much of a cooling-off period.

Scott and Kathy Hartway.

Found in their car in an isolated spot.

The son of Sam had a short cooling-off period.

He also att*cked couples in cars.

Yeah, but the first couple were k*lled in their house.

Robert and Allison Keppler.

In both cases, the husbands were k*lled with a silenced 9-millimeter, the wife was stabbed multiple times.

He crosses racial lines.

And socio-economic ones.

The Kepplers lived in an upscale neighborhood, the Hartways were blue collar.

That's a big change in crime scenes, car versus house.

Two radically different M. O.s not to mention he subdues two people.

That takes a lot of skill.

There's no indication of how he overwhelms them.

There's no antemortem bruising. He doesn't use a blitz attack.

Well, he's got a 9-millimeter.

He doesn't need to.

How about signs of forced entry to the car or the house?

No. But Akron P. D.

Did find this.

Handcuffs.

So he restrains the men and saves the real savaging for the wife.

Is this right?

They found a used condom on both the husbands?

And both had Viagra in their systems and neither had a prescription.

So the unsub gives the men Viagra and then forces them to have sex before he kills them.

And given the timetable, he's gonna strike again soon.

We fly to Akron tonight.

Wheels up in 3 hours.

Garcia. What's that?

My go bags.

Where are you going?

With you, hopefully.

Sir, I think we're all still reeling since jj left, and we are a man down, and you need a communications liaison.

Garcia-- sir, please, hear me out.

My job overlapped with JJ's the most.

I created that program that she used to present cases.

When you guys were out in the field, she coordinated your needs through me.

It makes sense.

Garcia, there are aspects of the job for which you have no training.

You're totally right, but I--I'm willing to learn.

I'll learn how to interact with families and local law enforcement and the media.

Sir, I'm willing to tone down my wardrobe choices.

I'm ready to make that sacrifice if you just please give me a chance.

All right.

We could explore this on a trial basis.

We'll see how things go.

Are you up to speed on the case?

Yes.

I'm ready now.

Can you be ready in 3 hours?

See you on the plane.

Ok.

♪ Criminal Minds 6x04 ♪

Compromising Positions
Original air date on October 13, 2010

Garcia: Abraham Lincoln said, "whatever you are, be a good one."

I'm just waiting on a few last-minute details.

Let'go ahead and get started.

I keep bumping on the fact that he makes a married couple have sex before he kills them.

What is he accomplishing with that?

You know, the stabbing of the wives is almost certainly piqueristic.

The unsub gets sexual gratification from penetration with a knife.

Most piquerists are impotent-- men like Albert Fish, Iain Scoular, Andrei Chikatilo-- so for him, it could be a substitute for sex.

The unsub could also be playing a mind game.

Neither shot to the husband is clean, so they have to watch what he's doing to their wives as they're dying.

So this guy challenges their manhood by forcing them to have sex, and then mocks them with the overkill.

That kind of psychological t*rture makes him a sexual sadist.

It would explain the amount of control he exhibits over the crime scene-- the handcuffs, the condoms, the silenced w*apon.

He plans out every detail.

If he's that precise, he would be just as precise in his victimology.

But he's all over the map in terms of class and race.

Well, there must be something else about the couples that attracts him.

Something that he couldn't learn by stalking them anonymously.

Maybe the couples met the unsub before.

Rossi and Reid, will you handle the family interviews?

Morgan and Prentiss, go to the latest crime scene.

We need to learn as much as we can about him, so let's really pin down the M. O.

Morgan: Well, look at you, look at you.

Meet your new communications liaison.

Trial communications liaison.

Garcia, I don't get to say this often, but I had no idea there was this side of you.

Well, I figure since I'm going to have to interact with the mass populace, I should dress in the traditional costume of a mere mortal.

Ow. Ow.

Oh, it's my contact.

What's wrong?

It keeps getting weird and... Huh.

There it goes.

No.

Yes. No.

Ow.

Detective Crowley?

Hi.

Miss Garcia.

Yeah.

Thanks for coming.

And she emailed pictures of you guys.

Agents Hotchner, Rossi, and Dr. Reid, right?

It's doctor, not Agent.

She was specific about that.

What else was she specific about?

Everything your team needed.

I sent her a list of family members who'd be willing to talk, and your boards are over there, all ready for you to set them up.

I even got the push pins you asked for.

Excuse me.

Are you miss Garcia?

Mr. Keppler. Hi.

Hi.

This is Detective Crowley.

He'll show you to the interview room.

Hello, sir.

Right this way.

He is such a sweet man.

You contacted the family members already?

Yes. Only two responded back immediately.

That's Robert Keppler's dad, and then Scott Hartway's mom will be here in about an hour.

Is that enough time?

Yes. Perfect.

Ok. I'm gonna set up the boards unless you need something else.

Great.

No, we're good.

Thank you.

And you were worried.

Prentiss: Ok, thank you.

So he has a g*n, he gains the upper hand immediately.

He keeps it trained on the wife so the husband has no choice but to surrender.

Where does he confront them?

Not the parking lot.

Too many variables for someone this controlled.

He could have been lying in wait in the backseat, though.

No.

I mean, if they were facing forward, the unsub's back here down low, he pops up with his g*n, there's no chance for them to fight back.

He could have used a Slim Jim to get in.

That wouldn't leave any marks.

Yeah, but here's the real trick.

How did he force two people to have sex at gunpoint?

With Viagra, apparently.

Viagra's a vasodilator.

It takes at least 30 minutes to get the blood vessels to relax properly.

I mean, Scott's fight or flight response would have kicked in.

His heart's racing, his blood's flowing to all his extremities, but not the right one.

Maybe he got them to relax.

He tells them he'll let them live if they do this.

This guy has to control everything.

That would include the environment, right?

[Music playing on radio]

Oh, he turned the heat all the way up.

He didn't want them getting cold?

[Music on different station]

Radio announcer: 105.5--

[music playing]

This station wasn't one of the presets.

That means he tuned it for them.

It's almost like he went out of his way to make sure they were comfortable.

A sexual sadist wouldn't do that.

We need to take a look at the first crime scene.

Can you walk us through a typical day in your son's life?

What do you mean?

The man we're looking for may very well have met Robert and Allison.

Can you tell us what they liked to do?

I can tell you those two were married.

To their jobs.

He was lawyer, and she was a pediatrician.

They went to work, they came home.

That was their day.

So he was driven.

Scott was at the Post Office by 7:00 every morning.

He had his eye on that branch manager office.

He wanted to run the whole zip code.

So did he have enemies at work?

Robert stepped on toes to close a deal, I suppose, but he was sh**ting for v. P.

By the end of the year.

He--he'd have made it, too.

Was he that way his entire life?

Class president 4 years in a row.

So many all-americans...

He ran out of room on his varsity jacket.

What about college?

Well, top of his class at Harvard.

Made "Law Review" at Yale.

I was very proud.

So both victims were alpha males?

It's the only trait we could find that connects the couples.

We know that female type isn't specific to this unsub, but what if this is?

Typically, alpha males only attack other alphas.

That's how the unsub sees himself.

These men are the only competitors he takes seriously.

And the overkill on the wives is expression of control in alpha male terms.

He's proving his dominance over his rival by obliterating their mate.

We need more details about these men's lives.

I'll have Garcia pull up more personal information.

Detective, have you seen Ms. Garcia?

She's outside talking to a reporter.

Guy from the local paper wanted a quote from the FBI.

Excuse me.

Garcia: No comment.

Off the record, then.

Is the FBI assisting the Akron police in the couple k*ller case?

Ok, first of all, no comment means no comment.

Second of all, that name of the k*ller-- you came up with that name.

We didn't come up with that name.

Well, forget the name.

The name's gone.

Just, uh, give me some background and we'll hold the story until you give me the green light.

You'll hold the story?

Absolutely.

Have you cleared that with your editor?

Uh... Of course.

Can you get him on the phone?

And the hold also applies to your blog that the paper hosts?

Right. That.

You sneaky son of a-- you'll have your story when the Akron police make an arrest.

Until then, the FBI has no comment, as Ms. Garcia stated. Thank you.

He lied. He lied to me.

No, he just counted on you not asking the right questions.

Why didn't you check with me before you talked to him?

I looked everywhere and I couldn't find you.

And I figured it was one of those things that you would just count on me to handle.

Garcia, I appreciate the initiative, but when it comes to dealing with the press, let me handle things for now.

Yes, sir. Absolutely.

I need all the credit card and phone records for all the husbands.

We think the unsub is targeting them first.

Thank you.

Ok.

Hotch, there's something you need to see.

This is the second crime scene.

The unsub took the Hartways to lovers lane.

Then he turned the heat up in the vehicle and tuned the radio to a soul music station.

This is the first crime scene.

Al Green was in the CD player, candles had been lit.

Hotch: He's staging the scene.

Control is critical to him.

We know this.

But to a different end than we initially thought.

Morgan: These murders are about the fantasy, only the fantasy isn't sadistic, it's romantic.

Well, we profiled from the interviews that he's picking the husbands first.

How's that romantic?

Alpha males marry the most attractive females.

Once he meets the husband, he knows the wife is gonna fit his needs.

We know this unsub is impotent, but what we're seeing here isn't the usual psychological block keeping him from getting aroused. This is physiological.

How can you be sure of that?

He brings Viagra to the crime scenes.

If he wanted, he could pop a pill, let the drug take effect.

Instead, he gives it to the husbands. Why?

It's not working for him anymore.

Something definitely happened to this guy.

Prostate cancer, surgery, something.

But whatever it was, it cut him off from fulfilling his needs, so he's using the couples as surrogates.

So why does he make the husband wear a condom?

Well, we don't know that connection yet.

He's going to k*ll the husbands anyway.

He can't perform on the wives.

The condoms are redundant.

If the theory's right, he's acting out a fantasy in which contraception plays a key role.

Until we understand what the role is, we're not gonna find him.

Uhh!

[Woman crying]

Uhh!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Aah...

Quick!

Get the-- baby, get the-- aah!

[g*nsh*t]

Ohh! No!

[Grunting]

Aah!

No! No...

Ohh!

No... No...

[Crying] Wait.

I'll do what you want.

Just don't hurt me, please...

Tell me you want me.

I want you.

Say it...

Like you mean it.

I want you.

Do you want me?

You do.

You want me.

You want me.

You want me.

You want me.

Say you want me.

You want me.

[g*nsh*t]

I just heard. The unsub shot both victims last night?

The housekeeper found them this morning.

His routine was disrupted.

That means he made a mistake.

It also means he's out of control.

He's enraged.

He's going to attack again soon.

Paul Wilson, spinal surgeon.

Alpha male just like the others.

Can you just hold on for a moment?

The offensive and defensive wounds all over his body.

He was cuffed behind his back.

He still put up a hell of a fight.

Because he knew how.

Look. The wounds extend from his knees to the soles of his feet.

That's full-contact training.

Now, where would learn something like that?

My assumption would be a mixed martial arts gym.

M MA has skyrocketed among the men who want the most intense fighting possible.

Which our unsub would.

It could be where he's finding his victims.

I'll follow up with the families.

Maybe she went for the g*n in the drawer, forced the unsub to sh**t her, and stopped him from following his ritual.

No, 'cause there was a muzzle burn on her chest.

He shot her at pointblank range.

Ok, you're the unsub, I'm Debra Wilson.

I have to get past you to get to that g*n.

But she takes her robe off.

Now, your 9-millimeter is right here at my chest.

What am I doing?

She offered herself to him?

Well, why would she do that?

Why not lock herself in the bathroom or run out the door?

Well, survival isn't logical, it's instinctual.

Her instincts probably told her that this was her best shot.

Ok. She's telling herself she's gonna do whatever is necessary to get out of this alive.

So she's just seen her husband die in front of her.

Then she comes on to the unsub?

An overt sexual expression.

Yeah, it's almost flexible.

She's gone from one man to the next without hesitation.

He makes the husband wear a condom.

What does that say about him?

That he's protecting himself?

It's a sexual scenario where you're sharing a woman with another man.

Am I crazy, or could this guy be a swinger?

He could have been a part of that scene until the impotence kicked in.

And now he's just trying to recreate it.

These couples could have been his old partners.

Reid: Ok, so here's what I found out.

Only Paul Wilson trained at an mma gym, but all the other husbands worked out regularly, from the local YMCA to expensive fitness clubs.

Makes sense. Alpha males care about their appearance.

The gym is also a good place to stalk victims.

It still doesn't tell us how he goes from finding husbands in a gym to getting inside their house.

No, but it does give us a list from which we can eliminate.

Yeah, but we've got a bigger problem here.

The unsub's fantasy was interrupted.

At the least, he's hunting again tonight.

At the worst, he'll escalate his v*olence.

Will you ask Crowley to gather his officers.

We can give the profile.

Garcia.

Yes, sir.

We've got a possible lead in the husbands' gyms and health clubs.

I need a list of everyone in and out.

Ok, so employees and members.

No, wider than that.

Outside vendors, maintenance, trainers, everybody.

That's a lot.

And I'm not done cataloguing husbands' records like you asked me to 'cause I keep getting delayed.

Delayed how?

Uh, family members calling back, cops with questions.

Also, I'm helping Morgan call swing clubs 'cause we thought some of the victims might be swingers.

They're not. By the way, there's more swing clubs in Akron than there really should be.

Garcia, I need you to prioritize this.

We need to get ahead of this guy.

He may strike again tonight.

Sir, may I please bring Kevin Lynch in?

It could help me get it done like bang.

That's fine, and if for any reason you get stuck, just let me know.

And tell Morgan and Prentiss that we're releasing the profile.

Have them give it to everybody that they've met yes, yes, I can do that.

In the swingers community.

[Doorbell rings]

Uh, Jehovah's Witnesses?

Oh, no, ma'am. Um...

I'm special Agent Prentiss.

This is special Agent Morgan.

We're with the FBI.

We heard that you ran, uh, fabulous fun and over 40?

This is the house.

Phil! The FBI is here!

Oh, come in.

Thank you.

Sir, I totally appreciate the confidentiality your gym provides for its members, but this is a m*rder investigation, so obviously--

[line disconnects]

Hello?

Uncooperative.

[Telephone rings]

Kevin, honey, say something helpful.

I'm almost done with members and employees.

Outside venders are gonna be tough, though.

It looks like a lot of these guys are paid under the table.

I know. W-2s are useless.

Look at original service records only.

What is this operating system you're working?

The search parameters are completely backwards.

Ok, first of all, I created that program, and second of all, it is a poor carpenter and hacker who blames his tools.

Miss Garcia.

Paul Wilson's family is here for interviews.

But we're about to deliver the profile.

There's no one here to talk to them.

Well, they're here.

Uh... Can--can you ask them to wait?

Ok.

Pen, are you talking to me?

Kevin, compile.

[Line disconnects]

Detective?

Yeah?

I'm sorry.

I'll talk to them.

Oh, I miss you, JJ.

This unsub is an emasculated alpha male with a near obsessive-compulsive level of control in his behavior.

And because of the repetition of details at the crime scenes, we know that his ritual is essential to him.

These patterns are how he maintains dominance in a world he feels powerless in, both sexually and socially.

The man we're looking for is a troilist.

Do you know what that is?

It means that he gets off on staging a scene and participating in it.

Such as recording sexual acts on camera or coming to parties like yours.

The point is the performance.

Do you know who his partner is?

Uh, partner?

When he comes to the parties.

He has to bring a female companion or he wouldn't get in the door.

See, swing clubs are a matriarchy.

My primary goal as a hostess is to make sure other women feel safe and secure.

There has to be at least as many women as men.

Actually, we hadn't considered that.

What else do you know about him?

Paul Wilson's attack showed him how physically weak he was, and Debra Wilson's enticement reminded him of how futile his fantasies were.

And as a result of this, this unsub is what we call decompensating.

Now, what does that mean?

We use it to describe the collapse of ocd patterns that mentally ill patients use to cope.

Once one fails, they generally all do.

In this case, the unsub's ritualized fantasy has stopped working, and that makes him incredibly dangerous.

So what was his fantasy?

Two men, one woman-- how would that work?

Well, he comes with his female companion.

Then he'd most likely invite a man in.

Wait a minute.

This guy is an alpha male.

Wouldn't he be too possessive to share his partner?

Sure. Unless he was married.

Well, why married?

Oh, because the erotic charge of the role play is the consensual cheating.

You don't control a girlfriend the way you control a wife.

The husband chooses his wife's partner for her.

Usually not married.

It makes the cheating hotter.

Then at a certain point, he steps in.

And shows his sexual superiority.

He proves to the room and his wife that he's the only one who can satisfy her.

Until his impotence destroyed his ability to do that.

Suddenly he's not the only one questioning his manhood, she is, too.

So maybe she cheated on him, or maybe she left, but either way, his wife was his first loss of control.

And if he's decompensating, she's the pattern he'll attack next as part of his breakdown.

Her or women like her.

The end result of decompensation is a temporary psychotic break.

He'll revisit old patterns to see if they still work.

And when he finds that they don't, he'll be compelled to destroy them and anyone engaging in them.

[Music playing]

Hi.

How are you?

[Doorbell rings]

Oh, excuse me.

Hello, Leslie.

James.

What a pleasant surprise.

Where's your wife?

Maryann's coming later.

Well, you know the rules of my house.

She's right behind me.

I swear.

Well, she better be.

♪ Tick tock... ♪

[song continues indistinctly]

[g*nf*re]

Are you almost done?

I can't look at this any longer.

Almost, ma'am.

The gunman tonight, did you know him?

James.

He and his wife Maryann were fixtures here a year ago.

Then they just stopped coming.

Do you have a last name?

No. We don't share personal details like that.

So you have sex, but you don't ask for last names?

All of the victims here tonight were men.

Do you happen to know why?

No.

Do you know if he had the chance to sh**t any women?

I was in the playroom with my friend.

And we locked the door when the sh**ting started.

And he came in, and he just looked at me like I was nothing.

So, no, no, I have no idea what he was after.

I'm just glad it wasn't me.

Ms. Sanders, if the door was locked, how did he get in?

This was the last victim.

The unsub came from the living room into here.

Morgan says the hostess locked herself in here.

It didn't seem to slow him down.

This is a deadbolt.

The unsub could have easily shot his way through.

He picked the lock?

He'd only do that out of habit.

The deadbolt's designed for security.

It takes expertise to get past that.

You think he's a locksmith?

We knew he was stalking his victims at the gym, but we never knew how he got into their lives.

But when you're working out, where's the one place you leave everything personal?

In a locker.

Once the unsub finds an alpha male, he can pick the lock, get their address off their driver's license, and duplicate their keys in his work van outside.

That's the missing piece to his m. O.

He got everything he needed from these men before they left the shower.

Garcia's already ruled out gym employees and members.

How's he getting in?

Could be a third-party vendor called in to install the lockers.

And called back when someone loses their key.

All right.

Come back to the station.

We'll work this up.

Garcia, I need you to pull all the locksmiths that the gym contracts out to.

Oh, that's gonna take some time.

Why?

Because I'm still gathering the vendors, and not all the websites list the trainers that work there.

Of course I called them, did you call them?

But some were cooperative and some weren't, so I--

Garcia, I told you to come to me if you got stuck.

Look, you know usually I can do this kind of thing in no time, but this office is a revolving door of people bugging me, and I cannot do two jobs at once!

Oh, my God, sir, I'm so sorry.

Garcia, there are 8 new victims as of tonight, and more people are going to die.

I need you to shut out all distractions and give me everything you've got.

Yes, sir. I'm here.

I'm present. Hit me.

The unsub's a locksmith.

I need employee rolls-- of lock and key companies.

I'm so on it.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Hotch.

We need to rethink this unsub's decompensation.

We thought his wife would be the next logical target, especially if she left him, but if it's other men, he could blame them for breaking up his marriage.

It's the same thought process that started him hunting alpha males to begin with.

And what does that tell us about where he might be going?

Nothing. But it might tell us where he's been.

Decompensation means he's returning to his old patterns, his old habits.

Maybe he did this before.

After his wife left, he sought out some of her partners and k*lled them.

You want to look at unsolved murders?

Crowley can pull them for us, match them based on the unsub's caliber.

Good. You might also need to give Garcia a hand working the locksmith angle.

Is there some reason she can't cover that on her own?

She's juggling two jobs.

She might need some help.

Yeah. Yeah, I appreciate that.

Thank you for the information.

Ok. Bye-bye.

How are you holding up?

Um, the gyms found out about the m*ssacre, so now they're giving me information on the locksmiths, and that's a whole other can of worms. And...

I'm fine.

Garcia...

Morgan, people are going to die because of me.

Yes, it is.

That's not true.

JJ did so much.

I am in so over my head, I'm swimming-- oh, my God, I hate these things.

Here, let me help.

Take them out.

Where's your saline?

Front pocket of my bag.

You know what your only mistake has been since you started?

Oh, hooray.

More criticism.

You are trying to replace JJ.

Nobody can replace JJ.

Now take the other one out, too.

I'm not trying to replace her.

I'm trying to do this job the way she'd want it done.

You know what JJ would want?

She'd want you to find a way to do this job on your own terms.

Play to your strengths.

Ok, all my extensive knowledge of operating systems and Internet protocol is not really gonna help me out here.

That's not what I'm talking about.

What are you talking about?

You need to go O. G.

Original Garcia.

Derek Morgan, I'm a little blind right now, but it appears the rough blur that is you just threw out my only pair of contact lenses.

There she is.

I know you.

How often do I tell you I love you?

Every day. It's implied.

Now... The locksmiths.

Can I help?

You just did.

I know what to do.

[Ring]

Deacon's lock and key.

This is Deacon.

Hello. This is Penny Garcia.

I'm with the phone company.

I paid this month.

Oh, we're the phone company, so we know that.

I'm calling because one of your employees is past due, and he listed you as his most recent employer.

I don't have any employees.

Well, that settles that, then.

I'm just going to turn this over to the irs.

No, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I have a few guys I free-lance out to.

Who are you looking for?

Well, I'm glad you asked, 'cause this is my pickle.

I have a gentleman that uses a bunch of different last names, but he keeps using the same first name, James, over and over.

And the password is Maryann on all of his accounts.

James Thomas.

He wouldn't happen to be working tonight, would he?

Supposed to.

Didn't show.

Ok. Thank you very much.

Bye-bye.

I got it!

The unsub.

Hotch: Got what?

His name is James Thomas.

He did work at all the gyms the husbands went to.

Is that not enough information?

Oh, I have so much more.

Last year he suffered from a condition called prostatic hyperdysplasia.

Routine surgery took a wrong turn, snip snip, they had to remove the whole prostate tamale.

Boss says he didn't show up for work today, but this...

Is his home address.

Garcia, you should have let me know before you contacted his employer.

Otherwise, well done.

We need a SWAT team at this address.

I'm on it.

Yes.

FBI! We're coming in!

Clear.

Clear.

All clear.

Show me your hands.

Who are you?

Maryann Thomas.

James Thomas' wife?

Where's your husband?

I don't know! He left for work this morning.

There's a g*n locker in the closet. It's empty.

Get up. You're gonna help us find him.

Please, tell me what this is about.

Morgan: This is who your husband has k*lled so far.

Rossi: Recognize that last crime scene?

That's Leslie Sanders'

house, where you and James used to swing.

James is not a...

He wouldn't do that.

He would, Maryann.

He would because he knows he's not the father of your baby.

That's not true.

James is the father.

She's not going to give him up.

She's the wife of an alpha male.

She depends on him psychologically.

Is there any chance that the unsub is the father?

Garcia said the prostate surgery was over a year ago, and there's no record of insemination.

So how do we get her to admit it?

We need to ground her back into reality, give her something to hold on to for truth.

Did you get those files we asked for, the unsolved murders?

Yeah. I can have them here in 5 minutes.

Great, thanks.

If the unsub did k*ll someone in those files, it's most likely the father of her child.

If it's an old swinging partner, he'd be easy to track down.

That's risky.

If we show her the files and he's not in there, we could lose her for good.

Yeah, but if the father is in there, it could shake her loose.

That baby is the only thing she would prioritize over her husband.

I think I can do it.

I can get her to cooperate.

How?

Right now, two alpha males are in there attacking her marriage.

She'll react the same way to anyone challenging her husband's dominance.

But I'm not a threat.

I think she'll listen to me.

So, I read this pretty fascinating theory recently.

It said that humans weren't designed to be monogamous, that in our hunter-gatherer phase, women took several mates.

The idea was that if the men in the tribe didn't know who the father was, they'd all be more invested in the child.

Interesting, right?

I guess.

Truthfully, your lifestyle is, um, it's a sociological marvel.

Don't get me wrong.

I don't judge it or you.

But I do think that the only reason you got into that was to make your husband happy.

Just like you only got pregnant after his surgery to make him happy, only, I don't think that it's working.

That's not true.

James is overjoyed to be a father.

So he didn't change around, like, month 4 or 5 of the pregnancy when you started to show?

He didn't get moody or withdrawn or anything?

How about last night, when he came home with cuts and bruises?

Didn't you ask him about that?

No.

So, Maryann, I know this is hard to hear, but I think that your pregnancy drove your husband to try to recreate those parties so he could feel in control again.

Only, instead of swinging, he's k*lling people.

Why won't you people listen to me?

He's not capable of doing that.

How about k*lling the man who got you pregnant?

Do you think he's capable of that?

No.

Because you'd be lying.

This is his baby.

These files are recent unsolved murders, men who have been k*lled since you conceived.

Now, if I'm right about your husband, I think that the father of your child is somewhere in here.

Bob Atkins?

Is it him?

I can't believe this.

James Boyd?

You don't give up, do you?

You just can't accept the fact that my husband and I love each other.

Yes, we have an unconventional marriage, but that's not a crime.

We have a strong relationship.

James respects me.

He would never do anything--

[crying]

[Cell phone rings]

[Ring]

[Kids yelling]

It went straight to voice mail.

He must have turned it off.

Maryann, we need you to tell us what you and your husband used to do before you got married.

What your habits were.

You mean like where we went on dates?

No, your sexual habits.

Think of it. You don't just jump into swinging.

Most people have games building up to it.

What were they?

He'd sometimes pretend to pick me up.

What does that mean?

We'd meet at a bar.

I'd arrive and he wouldn't be there.

He was in the back watching me.

What were the names of the bars you went to?

Just one. Dunley's.

It's at the town mall.

And how did the game end?

He'd make me dress provocatively.

He wanted guys to hit on me, and then when I'd show some interest--

James would step in, seduce you back to him?

[Loud music playing]

He's in the middle of the bar.

There's no way to take him down without risking collateral damage.

If we go in there, he'll start sh**ting up the place.

He'll do that anyway.

This guy's looking for a spark.

Then we'll need a distraction.

What are you doing?

He's gone back to his old patterns.

He wants to play the game he played with his wife.

Debra Wilson played that game and it got her k*lled, Prentiss.

All right, keep his focus off the crowd long enough for us to take him down.

You guys better have my back.

We will.

♪ ... Just leave me be ♪
♪ so step in ♪

[song continues indistinctly[

James.

Hey! I thought that was you.

How's Maryann?

Oh, you don't remember me, do you?

We met at a-- a party.

We did?

Yeah. That was a-- that was a crazy night.

I'll bet it was.

Emily.

Um, it was Halloween.

Ok, tell me if this rings a Bell.

Uh, you asked if we were interested in Maryann, and then you and I watched for a while, and then you joined in.

Brian didn't stop talking about that for weeks.

Look, look, look, look.

I'm sorry, I really don't remember you.

It's ok.

So, do you still hit the scene?

No, I don't.

Hmm.

Yeah, me neither.

I came tonight, uh, hoping to find a real man.

Lucky for me I found you.

[Chuckles]

So we have met?

So where's Brian?

Oh, he's not around anymore.

Yeah. Well, that happens.

Lose your boyfriend.

The scene will definitely do that.

You know, I'm not that torn up about it.

There'll be other boyfriends.

Hmm.

You know, there's only, uh, only one way to make the lifestyle really work.

You gotta choose someone who's stable.

Who's, uh, secure.

In fact, Maryann and I have a, uh, little secret system we worked out.

You want to know what that is?

I always choose husbands for her...

Never boyfriends.

[Laughs]

I don't know you.

And you don't know me.

Move, move.

[g*nsh*t]

[Screaming and shouting]

FBI! Nobody move!

The situation is under control.

You're not in danger.

You need help?

Are you all right?

Tell... Tell... Tell Maryann...

[Gasps] Tell Maryann...

I will.

Prentiss: "We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing our own skin."

Andre berthiaume.

[Knock on door]

Garcia...

Sir, I'm scanning the open case files.

My plan is to have this office paperless in a month.

That can wait.

When gideon left the bau, I found myself taking on too much responsibility.

And I quickly realized that I could only do the job that I was good at.

I've seen you give everything to this case and to this team for the last few days, but the truth is, we need you here.

Oh, thank God.

Sir, I do not want that job. I mean--

I want part of the job.

I want the part that keeps me here, 'cause here I'm Mozart, but out there, I was like a monkey playing the trumpet, and you guys need Mozart.

You did fine.

What if we split up the job?

You can handle intake and resources here at Quantico, we can cover the rest in the field, and when we need you, you'll still travel with us.

You can do that?

Of course.

But I let you down.

In no way whatsoever.

I kind of lost my marbles out there.

Garcia, when you applied for this job, you gave me your resume on homemade pink stationery.

I realized then that you were... Unique.

And I wouldn't want you to change that.

Good night.

Good night.