Criminal Minds, Season 2

Gideon:
"The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds in the body; after all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind." -French writer François de la Rochefoucauld.

Hotchner:
He's delusional. He thinks he's a mythological king.

Gideon:
But delusion and this level of organization are almost mutually exclusive.

Reid:
[discussing a Chaucer poem] My mom used to read me that. It's widely considered as the first Valentine's poem.

Garcia:
Your mom read you Valentine's poems? Hello, therapy.

[After the room the unsub was in blows up setting the building on fire]

Hotchner:
What the hell was that?

Reid:
He had a bomb.

Morgan:
You didn't think we needed to know that?

Reid:
I told you to go downstairs.

Morgan:
You didn't say "bomb!"

Morgan:
Detective, I've seen kids missing for a decade and their rooms look exactly the way they did the day that they left. Parents don't just pack up their kids' stuff and put them in boxes in the garage. Parents don't give up, ever. What the hell is going on here?

[Reid is sitting alone after unintentionally telling Garcia that his mom is institutionalised. She gets close to him.]

Garcia:
She's ok. Your mom. They just picked her up, she should be at the airport by now.

[Reid takes the Valentine poem his mom read to him and that the Fisher King sent]

Reid:
I forgot she used to read me this poem [smiles], it's funny, hah.

Garcia:
Funny?

Reid:
I should've realized this sooner. Nobody knows the fact that JJ collected butterflies except for me. People tell me their secrets all the time. I think it's because they know I don't have anyone to betray them to. Except my mother. I tell her pretty much everything. [Laughs]

Garcia:
[smiling] I don't think anyone would mind

Reid:
Did you know that I write her a letter everyday?

Garcia:
That's nice

Reid:
Depends on WHY I write her

Garcia:
What do you mean?

Reid:
I write her a letter so I won't feel so guilty about not visiting her... [looks down] Did you know that schizophrenia is genetically passed?

Diana Reid:
You know I'm terrified of flying.

Reid:
I know, mom, I'm sorry.

Diana Reid:
Then why did you have those fascists arrest me?

Reid:
Mom, they're not fascists and you were not arrested. I'm trying to protect you.

Diana Reid:
By forcing me to do the one thing that frightens me more than anything else?

Randall Garner:
If you want the grail, you must ask the question.

Reid:
She's not a grail. She's your daughter. Her name's Rebecca.

Randall Garner:
My daughters died in a fire and my son and my wife.

Reid:
Rebecca lived.

Randall Garner:
No. Your mother, she explained it all to me.

Reid:
My mother is a paranoid schizophrenic who'd forget to eat if she wasn't properly medicated and supervised.

Randall Garner:
She made me realize none of it was real. I didn't lose Rebecca. She... she never existed in the first place.

Reid:
Mom, we found her. Rebecca's safe. You helped us save her life.

Diana Reid:
Is it time for lunch yet?

Reid:
What?

Diana Reid:
I'm giving a lecture to everyone on Tristan and Isolde. They're all gathering in my room after lunch.

Reid:
Can I attend the lecture too?

Diana Reid:
Have you read any of the material?

Reid:
I've had them read to me.

Diana Reid:
Wonderful. That's the best way, isn't it?

Reid:
Yes, ma'am, by far.

Randall Garner:
Ask the question. I'll be healed and you may take the grail. Just ask the question, Sir Knight.

Reid:
I can't.

Randall Garner:
Heal me.

Reid:
Mr. Garner, a Fisher king wound cannot be healed by somebody else. It's... it's not a wound of the body. It's a wound of the memory, a wound of the mind. It's... it's a wound that only you can find, and a wound that only you can heal.

Randall Garner':
Just ask the question.

Reid:
There's only one question that matters, Mr. Garner. There's only one really important question. Can you forgive yourself?

Reid:
"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone." -Rose Kennedy.

Elle:
Dad it's been hard growing up without you...

Lt.Greenaway:
Baby don't!

Elle:
No. I want to say it! That day...I wasn't mad that day! I knew you had to work but I just wanted you to teach me to ride my bike!

Lt.Greenaway:
Baby...you were eight!

Elle:
No I was being selfish and childish! I said "I hate you, Daddy!". I should have said...

8 year old Elle:
I love you, Daddy!

Lt.Greenaway:
I love you too, Peanut!

Gideon:
Theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer said, "The test of the morality of a society is what it does for its children."

Morgan:
[to Reid] Come on, genius, do something genius-like.

[After Elle picks a locked drawer open]

Reid:
Wow, did they teach you that in FBI school?

Elle:
Nah, they taught me that in Brooklyn.

[After the team has just caught a paedophile who was auctioning off a seven-year-old child]

Katie:
Peter's real name is Dustin Powers. He abducted him in Newark, New Jersey, when he was one.

Gideon:
Sometimes it seems there's no punishment enough.

Elle:
(describing the room in which 'Peter' is being kept) It's like a ship in a bottle. He has built the room around the boy.

Katie:
I gave up on him. A year ago, I gave up on looking for him - there were so many other kids.

Gideon:
Katie, I'm sure you did what you could.

Katie:
Do you ever ask yourself how you make a decision like that? How you come to the conclusion that it's time to move on to the next kid? I mean, how do you give yourself that kind of permission? What's happened to that boy in the year that I stopped looking for him?

Elle:
(running from the car) Hotch? You already got him?

Hotchner:
I told you to stay out of the field.

Elle:
Yeah, I know, but Reid said that you wanted us so I…

Reid:
(indignant) No, I didn't!

Elle:
Yes, you did.

Hotchner:
I'm sure you didn't, Reid.

Elle:
(to Reid, sarcastically) Thanks.

Reid:
40,000 images of child porn are posted every week on the internet along with the appearance of 20 new children. The appetite for babies as young as 4 months old has soared. Many of these children have been kidnapped and sold into pedophile rings.

Elle:
Well, if it isn't Dr. Reid.

Reid:
Elle, wow!

Elle:
Nice haircut.

Reid:
Thanks, uh, I like your haircut, too.

Elle:
Is that a boy's regular?

Reid:
Yeah, it is. What, do you not like it?

Elle:
(laughing) It's totally you.

Hayden Rawlings:
This is all just research.

Katie:
That's not research. That's a hundred years in a federal penitentiary.

Elle:
(trying to convince Hotch to let her do the case with them) Hotch, yesterday I found myself looking forward to watching a soap opera...

Reid:
Which one?

[Dustin ('Peter') is being introduced to his mother for the first time since his abduction when he was 1]

Dustin's mother:
(seeing the action figure Dustin is holding) What's his name?

Dustin:
His name is Jack. He's a soldier. He protects me.

Dustin's mother:
(to the figure, shaking its hand) Hello, Jack. My name is Jackie.

Dustin:
...Really?

Dustin's mother:
(tearful) Really. (smiles)

Morgan:
I've always wanted to meet her!

Katie:
(walks in laughing) Really? (they look at her except Gideon) I've heard she's a bitch!

Gideon:
(chuckles before answering) No-one ever called you that Katie!

Katie:
(sighs) Well, not to my face!

Gideon:
Mark Twain wrote, "Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one that inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it."

Reid:
Strange. In this case, the abused actually became the abuser.

Garcia:
Doesn't happen a lot?

Reid:
One in eight.

Garcia:
We found the one.

Joey Daven:
This is my third strike. I am not going down for this! [draws a gun]

Morgan:
Whoa whoa whoa! [draws gun, Gideon slowly draws his gun, then the officer shoots Joey Daven]

Officer:
I had to do it, he wouldn't put the gun down.

Morgan:
He didn't want that third strike.

Hotchner:
Philosopher Kahlil Gibran wrote, "Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars."

Hotchner:
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." -Oscar Wilde

Hotchner:
Well, there's one thing I didn't tell the trainees.

Gideon:
What's that?

Hotchner:
We don't get paid enough.

Gideon:
You got that right.

Elle:
(reading the headline) Stripping Bandit. That's terrible. That makes it sound like the bandit's doing the stripping.

Reid:
What would you call him?

'JJ:
Pervert.

Elle:
Scumbag.

Morgan:
I'd call him an ass.

Hotchner:
Hey, focus, please.

Elle:
(handing key to Morgan outside Sheppard's locked motel room) Key?

Morgan:
(getting ready to kick down the door) No, I got one.

Elle':
(via phone to Morgan inside JJ's Paradise) Hardcore or not, you've got the wrong scumbag.

Haley:
(via phone discussing Jack's medical condition) At home with my mom. I didn't want him here while we were talking. Look, I know this job is important to you, but we're important, too.

Hotchner:
You don't have to tell me that.

Haley':
I don't want you to wake up some day in some random city and realize that you don't know your own son.

Hotchner:
How are we doing?

Agent Wallace:
Five minutes.

Hotchner:
Make it three.

Garcia:
(after removing her high-heeled shoes from her aching feet) Why must your beauty be so painful?

Hotchner:
It doesn't make sense. They're children.

Gideon:
He's playing out a fantasy.

Hotchner:
Yes, but it's his fantasy and it's someone else's children.

Garcia:
Um, pals, don't be ticked, but I think I might have missed the glaringly obvious. How would you make yourself taller without being a different person entirely or having some weird Chinese surgery?

Elle:
Heels!

Garcia:
Yeah but we would have seen heels! So lifts!

Hotch:
(confused) Lifts?

Garcia:
Yeah! All tucked up inside his boots!

Hotchner:
It took you nine minutes to call 911.

Bank Manager:
I was collecting the tapes.

Hotchner:
Before you called 911?

Garcia:
Hey, I got four bank robberies' worth of security footage, what do you want me to do with them?

Hotchner:
You know your digital perspect whatever software?

Garcia:
Digital Perspective Analysis rendering?

Hotchner:
Yeah.

Garcia:
Honey, not only do I know it, I helped develop it.

Garcia:
[after Hotchner asked her to review surveillance footage] Honey, if he opens his mouth I'll tell you the length of his teeth.

Hotchner:
Just keep it clean. And don't call me "honey."

Gideon:
Ready?

Morgan:
Let's go rob a bank.

Gideon:
Save one life, we save the world.

Hotchner:
"The basis of shame is not some personal mistake of ours but that this humiliation is seen by everyone." -Milan Kundera

Morgan:
Oh, one last thing. Look up the words "sexy" and "brilliant" in that computer of yours, and tell me what you come up with.

Garcia:
Look at that. It's me.

Morgan:
You are a goddess, woman. Ciao. [to surrounding fertility clinic patients, most of whom are paying rapt attention] ...It was a work call.

Gideon:
Doesn't anybody ever go home?

Elle:
You're here.

Gideon:
Exactly. Trust me, you don't want to model your social life on mine.

Maggie Callahan:
(glancing in Gideon's suitcase) You stole a bathrobe?

Gideon:
They're complimentary.

Hotchner:
(after Lisa Blake's rape) How bad were her injuries?

CSU Tech:
She's lucky, they're relatively minor.

Hotchner:
Do me a favour? Don't tell her that she's lucky.

Morgan:
(on the phone) I'd like to make a request.

Garcia:
With that sultry voice? You name it.

Callahan:
I figured you wouldn't be sleeping, either.

Gideon:
What are you doing here?

Callahan:
I took a room on the hall.

Gideon:
You live four blocks away.

Callahan:
Exactly. Why be separated from the work?

Reid:
Hotch is married; Morgan's... you know... Morgan.

Reid:
Elle, he's dead. You're--you're right here. You won.

Elle:
[holds up glass] Then here's to winning.

Reid:
I thought maybe... you might want to talk.

Elle:
Don't go all profiler on me.

Reid:
Elle, you got shot in your own home, and then came back to the BAU like nothing even happened. Thinking you might want to talk isn't profiling, it's Psych 101.

Gideon:
Helen Keller once said, "Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it."

Hotchner:
Plato wrote, "We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light."

Reid:
Garcia, I'm sitting in the dark alone, thanks.

Garcia:
While you're waiting for a potential murderer to come home? Kind of dangerous. Kind of sexy.

Morgan:
[after spooking him] You really are afraid of the dark.

Reid:
Yeah, well, I'm working on that.

Morgan:
Yeah, well, maybe you should work harder.

Garcia:
Reid, seriously, people that go inside that house never come out. Spoooky.

Reid:
Garcia, could you at least pretend not to enjoy that rumor so much since I have actually entered that house?

Morgan:
The only thing I was afraid of was the dark.

Reid:
Some of us still are.

JJ:
The woods were the only thing I was afraid of when I was a kid.

Morgan:
Seriously? I thought you grew up in a small town.

JJ:
Yeah... surrounded by woods.

Reid:
Did you guys hear that Elle was cleared?

Morgan:
Self-defense.

Reid:
So it was a good shoot?

JJ:
Well, she hit what she was aiming for.

Reid:
That's not what I meant.

JJ:
I know.

Gideon:
Why'd you hurt those kids?

Jeffrey:
Because I wanted to.

Morgan:
[about Elle] She almost died. I'd be drinking, too.

Morgan:
[while in Finnegan's house looking at hunting trophies] When this is all said and done, I'd like to hang his head on my wall.

Gideon:
Unopened bowls of creamed spinach thrown into the trash, each one wrapped with duct tape.

Reid:
One with each tray.

Morgan:
So we're looking for a guy who really, really, hates spinach.

Reid:
Who doesn't?

Elle:
I really wanted to be a part of the team.

Hotchner:
You were.

Elle:
But when I needed the team, I was all alone. I was alone in the one place that I have the right to feel safe, and that's my home.

Elle:
You know, when I first joined the team, I couldn't figure out why you never, ever smile. Now I think I'm actually gonna miss that.

Hotchner:
[after Elle has walked away] I'm gonna miss you too.

Morgan:
So, why the woods, JJ?

JJ:
Hmmm?

Morgan:
Your fear, you said it was of the woods.

JJ:
Err, I used to be a camp counselor when I was a teenager, in the woods up around Vermont. I had the night shift, you know, tuck the girls in, turn off the lights, you know, the typical drill. Everything seemed fine. The kids were asleep, you know, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Until... I noticed that there was some blood, on the hallway floor. So I followed the blood trail down the hall to the camp director's cabin, walked up to his bed, and... he was just lying there, under his covers, dead. Someone stabbed him. I ran out of there so fast, out the door, down the hall. I can just remember it being really dark. Once I got to the door, there was another counselor there; I guess she heard me scream. They caught the caretaker on his way out of town. I guess he still had the knife on him. Anyway, I guess that's probably when I decided I didn't like the woods.

Morgan:
You're serious?

JJ:
[sips coffee looking serious and pauses] No!

[shakes head]

JJ:
I mean you fell for that?

[they laugh]

JJ:
Come on! I don't know why I'm afraid of the woods! I am. Why is he still afraid of the dark?

Morgan:
Yeah, Reid why are you still afraid of the dark?

Reid:
Because of the inherent absence of light!

[they laugh]

Morgan:
JJ, that was pretty good. Just know that paybacks are a bitch.

JJ:
I'm shakin'.

[after they find Finnegan dead in the woods]

Reid:
(holding up an animal trap) His heart probably gave way while he was setting this.

Medical Examiner:
Yeah, karma's a bitch.

JJ:
Legendary basketball coach John Wooden said, "It's not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it."

Chief Yates:
Listen, these people...they're my friends. They're my neighbors, good people. I don't want anybody assuming that they're involved.

Hotchner:
We just got here. We're not assuming anything.

Hotchner:
I thought everybody wanted to become a profiler.

JJ:
Sorry.

Garcia:
He who seeks the "Queen of All Knowledge," speak and be recognized.

Reid:
Garcia, we're sending you some cigarettes.

Garcia:
Why not a flesh-eating virus? It'll be faster and far less painful.

Reid:
We need some butts rushed to the lab for DNA analysis.

Garcia:
Reid... I love it when you say 'butts.'

JJ:
"The ultimate choice for a man, in as much as he is given to transcend himself, is to create or destroy, to love or to hate." -Erich Fromm

Gideon:
Robespierre wrote, "Crime butchers innocence to secure a prize, and innocence struggles with all its might against the attempts of crime."

Garcia:
Je suis toujours ici pour toi, mon cher.

Morgan:
Drives me crazy when you talk that "voulez coucher" stuff to me. [teasing] Stop it.

Gideon:
[to Morgan] Ever talked to someone who wants to continually show you he's smarter than you?

Morgan:
[motions to Reid] Every day.

JJ:
[while playing gin] Oh I'm beating you, genius.

Reid:
Genius Doctor Reid let you win.

Ursula Kent:
[reading the bomber's manifesto] Aside from the sections of my novel that were blatantly plagiarized, I didn't recognize anything. It's just page after page of the ravings of a lunatic.

Morgan:
Hey, dollface, ready to work some magic for me?

Garcia:
Challenge me, you beautiful behavioral analyst.

Reid:
[Referring to the bomber's phone call warning of an attack "where it all began"] So Seattle's "where it all began."

Morgan:
We just need to figure out what "it" is, and off the top of my head I can think of grunge music and overpriced coffee.

Dr. Cooke:
A cognitive scientist at MIT once said, "Coincidences seem to be the source for some of our greatest irrationalities."

Reid:
Our minds see coincidences and seek out--

Gideon:
I understood him.

Reid:
I need to stop by a bookstore and pick up a copy of Empty Planet. I'd like to reread it before we talk to the author... I haven't read it since I was six.

Morgan:
Six? I was still riding my Big Wheeler at six years old.

Reid:
Do you mind? It will only take ten minutes.

Gideon:
To buy it or to read it?

Reid:
Uh... both, actually.

Garcia:
...A guy went crazy on a bunch of computers at a science lab, screaming, "We will soon be the slaves and the machines will be the masters." [Looking around at her many computers] Yikes. That would totally suck for me. [Whisper] I'm surrounded in here.

Morgan:
Come on, what are you worried about? You've got me to protect you.

Garcia:
Hah! Now that gets my blood up.

Gideon:
Elbert Hubbard once wrote, "If men could only know each other, they would neither either idolize nor hate."

Hotchner:
Mahatma Gandhi once said, "Remember that all through history, there have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time they seemed invincible, but in the end they always fall. Always."

Gideon:
Dale Turner mused, "Some of the best lessons are learned from past mistakes. The error of the past is the wisdom of the future."

Reid:
Yet the words 'holy' and 'war' never appear together in the Qu'ran.

Gideon:
We receive comfort from our prayers.

Jind Allah:
We?

Gideon:
Human beings. [pause] I say something wrong?

Jind Allah:
You placed us on the same level.

Gideon:
Aren't we?

Jind Allah:
Well, here, I am thought of as less than human.

Gideon:
And in your jihad, I am.

Jind Allah:
Who is your worst enemy, Agent Gideon?

Gideon:
It's not a who, it's a what. Ignorance.

Agent Bingaman:
Two weeks ago, word got out that one of the other detainees was spilling secrets. Jind Allah managed to have a three-minute conversation with him in the shower line. That night, the other detainee committed suicide.

Jind Allah:
Is it your intention, Mr. Gideon, to become a man of faith and revert to Islam?

Gideon:
I am a man of faith. I have repented, I pray regularly, and I practice charity. I have never committed violence against you, so how is it that my faith would allow you to live and worship as you please, and yours would take my life and snuff it out?

Jind Allah:
There is no such thing, Gideon. They were infidels. And they were engaged in activities that spread American policies over the entire world. Your incessant need to own things... material things. Your capitalism rests on the back of third-world countries. No one's hands are clean. No one is innocent.

Gideon:
Those people tonight, they were innocent. They never hurt you.

Jind Allah:
They hurt me by existing.

Gideon:
How can you ignore the fact that Mohammed preached passivity while he was at Mecca. Do no violence.

Jind Allah:
His later message from Medina was perfectly clear. When violence come upon you, you must fight back with violence.

Gideon:
(about the dead SWAT agent) What do you say to his family?

Jind Allah:
I say, "Where were you to mourn when my son was murdered?"

Morgan:
We lost a SWAT agent.

Garcia:
Oh, God.

Morgan:
Don't worry, I don't think you're gonna get rid of me that easy.

Jind Allah:
What kind of name is Gideon?

Gideon:
American.

Jind Allah:
I forgot, in your culture you put your country first. And your god last.

Morgan:
We've got 48 hours to do what the CIA couldn't do in two months.

Reid:
(to Prentiss about the chess game) I was winning.

Prentiss:
(about Gideon) Actually, he would have had you in three.

Haley:
(discussing the terror alert) It's bad, isn't it?

Hotch:
No, I'm sure it'll be okay.

Haley:
Don't lie to me.

Hotch:
Yeah, it's bad.

Garcia:
Dream on, JJ. No one wants the other kids peeing in their sandbox.

Gideon:
Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "In order to learn the important lessons in life, one must, each day, surmount a fear."

Reid:
T.S. Eliot wrote, "Between the idea and the reality, between the motion and the act, falls the shadow."

Gideon:
This last victim definitely had a message. You don't dump a body across from the Capitol Building by accident.

Reid:
I know what it's like to be afraid of your own mind.

Reid:
There's nothing in the juvenile records.

Garcia:
Okay, so think like a high school student.

Reid:
I was 12 and hadn't gone though puberty yet when I was in high school.

Garcia:
Okay, reset. I'll think like a high school student, you think like a profiler.

Reid:
You're not him. Who we are is constantly evolving. I'm a lot older than you and I'm changing. This job changes me... you changed me.

Reid:
[Regarding saving Nathan's life] How many people's lives did I risk in the future?

Gideon:
Profiles can be wrong.

Reid:
What if it's not? What if next time he kills somebody?

Gideon:
Then you catch him.

Reid:
T.S. Eliot wrote, "Between the desire and the spasm, between the potency and the existence, between the essence and the descent, falls the shadow. This is the way the world ends."

Morgan:
"All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets." -writer Cory Doctorow.

JJ:
Nothing's happening.

Reid:
Shhh, watch! [the rocket launches, JJ and Garcia scream, and it hits Prentiss in the head]

Prentiss:
Ooh, ow, what...?

Reid:
[laughing] I'm so sorry, Emily!

Prentiss:
What was that?!

Garcia:
Don't you recognize a rocket when you see one?

Reid:
I was merely demonstrating a physics law. I-I didn't mean to...

Prentiss:
Ooh, show me!

Reid:
All right. Uh, turn around, please.

Prentiss:
Turn around?

JJ:
Yeah, he's not gonna show you how it's done.

Reid:
A magician doesn't reveal his secrets.

Prentiss:
I thought you said it was physics?

Reid:
Physics... magic!

Garcia:
Trust me, it will not do you any good to argue with him.

Reid:
All right, all right, turn back and observe.

Hotch:
Physics magic?

Reid:
Yes, sir.

Hotch:
Reid, we talked about this.

Reid:
I'm sorry, sir.

Hotch:
[smiling] You're really starting to get some distance on those. [Hotch walks away and the girls turn back to Reid]

Prentiss:
So he does have a sense of humor?

Reid:
Sometimes.

Hotchner:
We can't have people on this team who have secrets.

Gideon:
Oh, come on, Hotch, we all have secrets! Would you want us profiling you?

Reid:
"One begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts." It's one of Sherlock Holmes' favorite quotes.

Det. Gordinski:
Did you get any sleep?

Morgan:
You know I didn't.

Det. Gordinski:
I slept like a baby myself. Didn't want to get out of bed.

Morgan:
Really? So that wasn't your doughnut-eatin' ass on the other side of the glass all night, then?

JJ:
[to Garcia, regarding Morgan's sealed criminal record] Unseal it.

Garcia:
[in a somewhat desperate voice] But its a SEALED file.

JJ:
Garcia, helping him.

Garcia:
Right. HELPING him. HELPING him...

Morgan:
According to Gordinski, you're the one who told them I drove Damien home.

Carl Buford:
Was that supposed to be a secret?

Morgan:
No, that wasn't.

Carl Buford:
I don't follow.

Morgan:
All these years, I kept my mouth shut. I let you go on being a hero. Carl Buford, my mentor.

Carl Buford:
What are you talking about?

Morgan:
God, I was so afraid of you. I was afraid of the police. Afraid of losing everything I was gaining. But that's how you work, isn't it? You make sure there's a hell of a lot to lose, don't you?

Carl Buford:
I don't know what you think you remember...

Morgan:
[interrupting] No, no. It's not what I remember that's going to hurt you, Carl. Our business was over way too long ago to matter. You're protected by a statute of limitations and that's gonna be my fault.

Carl Buford:
Then good night.

Morgan:
You set me up. You knew Damien Walters wanted James to call me about you. So you killed him? You killed him because you knew I would come after, you didn't you?

Carl Buford:
Now you're just taking crazy.

Morgan:
God, I should've told somebody about you when I was a kid! When you were helping me. Well you know what happens in places like this: once that dam breaks, the flood comes. One kid steps up and breaks the dam, just one, and then another one, and another one, because they're not afraid of you any more. They know they're not alone. James Barfield is your dam.

Carl Buford:
Whatever lies James told you...

Morgan:
THEY ARE NOT LIES! YOU DID THE SAME THING TO ME!

Carl Buford:
I did nothing to you. And James...

Morgan:
One by one they're gonna pile up accusations until you can't say they're all lies.

Carl Buford:
Do you have any idea how many kids I've helped get out of this neighborhood? Hmm? How many lives I've provided. Look at you! You'd probably be dead by now.

Morgan:
Yeah, well it wasn't for free, was it?

Carl Buford:
I pulled you outta the gutter.

Morgan:
I pulled MYSELF outta the gutter. All the way to the F.B.I. I DID THAT!

Carl Buford:
You saying I had nothing to do with who you are?

Morgan:
No, Carl. Actually, I'm saying you have everything to do with making me who I am. Because of you I'm somebody who gets to spend the rest of their life making sure guys like YOU go down!

Carl Buford:
Look, Derek, I never hurt you. You could have said no.

Sarah:
What are you even doing in my mother's house?

Detective:
[Referring to Emily and Reid] They asked me!

Reid:
Not really.

Reid:
Actually, law enforcement officials are just as probable statistically to commit a crime as anyone else. You look at the cross-section of a society, there's a general population and a small fraction of this percentage.

Prentiss:
He's not actually saying he believes Derek is involved in this.

Desiree Benita-Morgan:
You're Doctor Reid right?

Reid:
Hmmm?

Sarah Morgan:
Derek talks about you.

Reid:
He does?

Derek Morgan:
Does he ever take you to his cabin?

James:
What?

Derek Morgan:
Fishing in Wisconsin? Camping? Two things you wished you had a real father for.

James:
Sometimes.

Derek Morgan:
Yeah, he's good like that.

James:
You know about the cabin?

Derek Morgan:
James, I told you. I used to be you.

James:
What do you mean?

Derek Morgan:
The first time you weren't even sure what was going on. He brushed up against you. You thought it might have just been an accident. But then, at the cabin, he let you sit and drink with him. You thought that was kinda cool. Made you feel grown. Gave you a glass of wine, maybe a little shot of something harder. And then he took you swimming, only he told you to jump in without your swimsuit on. He did things to you, James, didn't he? He did them to me, too. You do whatever you think you gotta do to keep him happy because he's the closest thing to a father you've got. But what he's doing to you is wrong and you don't have to let it continue, man.

James:
Damien always said I should call you.

Derek Morgan:
What? Damien knew?

James:
I didn't think you'd believe me.

Derek Morgan:
James, I got your back forever.

Carl Buford:
[as he's being arrested] Wait. Wait. Derek, isn't there something you can do for me?

Morgan:
You go to hell.

Prentiss:
When we ask a question, it isn't to denigrate or demean anything he's done. We just have to know everything, so we can figure out where to look next.

Gideon:
Aristotle said, "Evil brings men together."

Hotchner:
[introducing the team to the sheriff] Aaron Hotchner. This is Derek Morgan and the guy who sometimes forgets his manners is Jason Gideon.

Garcia:
What are you doing?

JJ:
I'm mapping out where all the victims were found, starting with Gideon's first case file.

[JJ jabs a pushpin to the map]

Garcia:
Ow! Stabby!

Frank:
[to Derek] If I had your looks, do you know how much easier my life would be?

Frank:
Jason... from Greek mythology... to heal. Gideon... a hero from the Old Testament who led the Israelites against the Midianites. Your parents had great ambitions for you. I'm Frank… Germanic… third century. Derived from the name of a type of spear. I wonder what aspirations my parents had for me.

Mark Davis:
But that man... he also killed the school bus driver.

Sheriff Georgia Davis:
How? We had the whole town shut down. There was no way out.

Frank:
[to Gideon and Morgan] But you know what's an even more interesting question? What the psychopath's got in the bag, Jason.

Frank:
[to Morgan] Beauty can cover a multitude of sins, but underneath we all look exactly the same.

Frank:
Do you think me insane?

Gideon:
Do not play me. You know exactly what you are. A psychopathic sexual sadist. You get off on the brutal torture of others.

Morgan:
And you knew the moment we arrived in this town, you had no way out.

Prentiss:
All of these killings… the work of just one man?

Gideon:
Most prolific serial killer ever.

Frank:
My hope is that one day you'll feel the way I do too.

Gideon:
If I ever find myself feeling the way you do, I'll kill myself.

Frank:
Call me first. I'd love to pick your brains.

Prentiss:
These wind chimes are made of bone. I think it's human rib bones.

Sheriff Georgia Davis:
[discussing Jane's story of captivity] What about the fact that she could see herself?

Gideon:
A mirrored ceiling.

Prentiss:
So his victims could see themselves being dismembered.

Sheriff Georgia Davis:
Every time I think it can't get any worse, it does.

Gideon:
[to Frank] I thought I'd seen the very worst of what humanity had to offer, 'til you.

Reid:
A psycho with a whistle. That's not too weird.

Garcia:
[looking at photos of convicts with prison tattoos] Oh, this is SO not a way to a girl's heart!

Gideon:
Did you kill the children, too?

Frank:
You've been profiling me for a long time, Jason. You know that I don't kill kids. It does nothing for me.

Gideon:
Condemned murderer Perry Smith said of his victims, the Clutter family, "I didn't have anything against them, and they never did anything wrong to me, the way other people have all my life. Maybe they're just the ones who have to pay for it."

Prentiss:
[watching Morgan dance between two women] Hey, Morgan, be careful. The one in the back could steal your wallet!

Morgan:
That's all right; I'll be a broke, happy man!

Reid:
Ask me any, any question.

Man:
Return to Tomorrow.

Reid:
Return to Tomorrow, season 2, production number 51. An alien entity, Sargon, takes over Kirk's body while two others take over Spock and Dr. Mulhall's.

Man:
Alien races appearing?

Reid:
Trick question. A race is never identified. Sargon is a disembodied mind.

Man:
And the Dr. McCoy quote?

[Reid pauses, thinking]

Woman:
Five, four, three, two...

Reid:
"I will not peddle flesh, I'm a physician." Drink!

Reid:
Referring to oneself in the third person is common for an unsub. Ted Bundy gave detailed accounts of the murders, but he never admitted doing them, he'd just say, "the killer."

Tobias:
This is a warning, not a show. What's wrong with you people?

Morgan:
The unsubs are right about one thing. The world is pretty screwed up.

Reid:
You seem unhappy.

Gideon:
I am unhappy. I'm tired of people using religion... to justify the terrible things they do.

Reid:
You can't scream with your throat cut.

Reid:
May we come in?

Tobias:
I´m sorry. I don´t let anyone in the house.

Reid:
Actually, I really have to, you know, go.

JJ:
You do?

Reid:
Yeah, for thirty minutes.

JJ:
Why didn´t you say something in the car?

Hotchner:
There is not a righteous man on earth who does what is right and never sins. --Ecclesiastes 7:20

Tobias:
They're gone.

Reid:
Who are they?

Tobias:
It's just me now.

Reid:
Who are you?

Tobias:
I'm Raphael.

Reid:
You don't have to do this.

Tobias:
[as Raphael] I'm just an instrument of God.

Garcia:
You know, they do have hotels in Georgia.

Hotchner:
If we're gonna figure out where Tobias Hankel's taken Reid, the answer is in this house. There's no sense splitting time between here and a field office.

Garcia:
Right.

Hotchner:
Think of this house as a witness. If it could talk, what would it tell us?

Garcia:
My guess is it would tell us to get the hell out.

Reid:
You're not Raphael.

Tobias:
Do I look like Raphael?

Reid:
Thank you for burning those. You're keeping us safe.

Tobias:
Don't try to trick me.

Reid:
I would never try to trick you.

Tobias:
You're a liar.

Reid:
I'm not a liar.

Tobias:
Lying's a sin.

Reid:
I'm not a liar.

Tobias:
This'll be over quickly if you just confess your sins.

Reid:
I'm not a sinner.

Tobias:
We're all sinners.

Reid:
And the Lord spake unto Moses saying 'speak unto all of the congregation of The Children of the Lord and say unto them, ye shall be holy for I the Lord your God am holy.'

Tobias:
You know Leviticus?

Reid:
I know every word of the Bible. I can recite it for you.

Tobias:
The Devil knows how to read too.

Reid:
I'm not a devil. I'm not a devil, I'm a man, my name is Spencer Reid. I have a mother and I have a father just like you and they taught me the Bible. Let me, let me just recite the Bible.

Tobias:
It's time to confess, Spencer Reid [whips Reid's foot repeatedly]

Morgan:
[Regarding Hankle brutally torturing Reid] I'm gonna put this guy's head on a stick.

JJ:
[about Reid being kidnapped] I keep thinking the one thing we need to crack this case is, well, Reid.

Hotchner:
[desperately] We're not getting any closer.

Gideon:
Reid's brilliant. He'll figure out how to survive.

Hotchner:
You know I always take advantage of Reid for his brain, but I never actually teach him how to deal with things emotionally.

Gideon:
You lead by example.

Hotchner:
What kind of example is that?

Gideon:
[softly] He'll make it.

Reid:
Tobias?

Tobias:
Yeah. Sorry, I had to leave for a while.

Reid:
You can leave again, and you can take me with you.

Tobias:
My father would be angry.

Reid:
Not if he can't find us.

Tobias:
He always finds me.

Reid:
If you tell me where we are, my friends will come, and they'll save us.

Tobias:
We can't be saved.

Reid:
We can. We can, I promise. If you tell me where we are, I'll save us both.

Tobias:
Listen to me, it's not worth fighting. Tell me it doesn't make it better.

Hotch:
I'm not a narcissist.

Gideon:
Aw, come on, you can't take anything he said--

Hotch:
That's not what I'm talking about-- No, stop, stop. All right, everybody, right now, what's my worst quality?

Hotch:
Okay, I'll start...I have no sense of humour...

JJ:
[hesitantly] You're a bully?

Hotch:
I'm a bully.

Morgan:
[gamely] You can be a drill sergeant sometimes.

Hotch:
Right...

Prentiss:
[quickly] You don't trust women as much as men.

Hotch:
Okay, good, I'm all these things, but none of you said that I put myself above the team, because I don't--ever. Reid and I argued about the definition of classic narcissism--he knew I would remember that. And he also quoted Genesis 23 verse 4. Read it.

JJ:
I am a stranger and a sojourner with you. Give me property for a burial place among you that I may bury my dead out of my sight.

Hotch:
He wouldn't get it wrong unless it was on purpose.

Morgan:
He's in a cemetery.

Tobias:
[after Reid shot him, regarding his second personality] You killed him.

Reid:
[sorrowfully] Tobias.

Tobias:
Do you think I'll get to see my mom again?

Reid:
I'm sorry.

Hotch:
[gently] Reid, you all right?

Reid:
[while hugging Hotch] I knew you'd understand. [Reid turns and hugs JJ]

JJ:
I am so sorry.

Reid:
It's all right, it wasn't your fault.

JJ:
We think Tobias Hankel may have murdered his father.

Mickey Bates:
Good for him!

Tobias:
You came back to life. There can only be one of two reasons.

Reid:
I was given CPR.

William Reid:
I'm not gonna have this conversation in front of him.

Young Reid:
Statistically, children who grow up in two-parent households attain three more years of higher education than children from single-parent households.

William Reid:
We're not statistics, Spencer.

Garcia:
It's the internet, sir. Once something's out there, you can never take it back.

Gideon:
The entire history of man, you can never undo anything.

Gideon:
(to the webcam) Reid, if you're watching, you are not responsible for this. You understand me? He's perverting God to justify murder. You are stronger than him. He cannot break you.

JJ:
Any more sign of Reid?

Garcia:
He just posted the last murder online. It had over 17,000 hits in the first 20 minutes.

JJ:
I wanna see it.

Garcia:
No, you don't.

JJ:
Don't tell me what I want and don't want. (Garcia looks at her in surprise) If I can't watch this, I have no business being in the field.

Garcia:
JJ, it's not a competition.

JJ:
I need to see it.

Garcia:
If you stop being affected by things you (pauses for a moment) lose parts of yourself, you know?

Reid:
If you tell me where we are, my friends will come and they'll save us.

Tobias:
We can't be saved.

Reid:
You don't have to do this.

Tobias:
I'm just an instrument of God.

Gideon:
"From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate." -Socrates

Mayor Hughes:
What do you think is gonna happen if I go to the press and tell them the killer is black?

Morgan:
Hey, the best way to stop all this is to find the killer. We just gave you a way to do that.

Mayor Hughes:
By telling everybody to look for an anonymous black man? They're gonna say that's racial profiling.

Gideon:
It's not racial profiling. Racial profiling is targeting suspects because of their race. We gave you a complete profile which includes race.

Mayor Hughes:
Look, the point is I've never even heard of a black serial killer, and neither will the African-Americans in this community already upset by what's been happening here.

Hotchner:
You can believe in black serial killers or not, but the fact is they do exist, and it's only a matter of time before he kills another girl.

Morgan:
[to Reid] You all right?

[Reid doesn't move.]

Morgan:
Reid.

Reid:
Hmm?

Morgan:
I said, are you all right?

Reid:
I'm fine. [glances behind him] Thanks for broadcasting it.

Morgan:
Hey, talk to me. Whatever you say to me in confidence is between us, you know that, right?

Reid:
I don't have anything to tell you.

Morgan:
Reid, listen to me. What you went through out there nobody expects you to re-- [Reid interrupts]

Reid:
I can still do my job all right? I'm not gonna freak out.

Morgan:
You think I don't know that?

Reid:
It's the crime scene photos.

Morgan:
Crime scene photos?

Reid:
The dead girls in the leaves.

Morgan:
Reid, we've seen worse.

Reid:
I know, I know we've seen worse, but for the first time I know, I look at them and, I look at them and I know what they were thinking, what they were feeling like right before...

Morgan:
[Morgan nods] It's called empathy... and that's a good thing.

Reid:
[Reid appears troubled] It's not. I mean, it's got me all messed up. I don't know how to focus. I can't do my job as well. [Reid pauses] So, what do I do?

Morgan:
You use it. Let it make you a better profiler, a better person.

Reid:
[Reid seems relieved] Better person.

Reid:
"The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living." -Cicero

Gideon:
"Our life is made by the death of others." -Leonardo da Vinci

Garcia:
Are you lonely in the Lone Star state? And are you wearing chaps?

Morgan:
Only in your dreams, Garcia

Garcia:
Oh, not necessarily. I have Photoshop.

Morgan:
Hey, hey, behave. Focus your little twisted mind for me, okay?

Morgan:
Garcia, I had better never find any Photoshopped pictures of me on your computer.

Garcia:
Oh, trust me my vision, you will never FIND them.

JJ:
How do we find a man who's trapped inside his head?

Hotchner:
[construction work in the background] What's that?

JJ:
[with mouth full] One of the detectives' wives made us cookies.

Emily:
Wow, homemade cookies!?

JJ:
Yeah. I guess that's what they mean by (in a southern accent) 'southern hospitality'.

Reid:
What are you saying?

Emily:
'Southern hospitality'.

Reid:
[runs over to window and shuts it] How can anyone hear with all this work going on?

Morgan:
He's reliving the worst moment of his life. He's got to be terrified.

Reid:
Yeah.

Gideon:
The first recorded war was 2700 BC. Probably earlier wars, but writing hadn't been invented yet.

Hotchner:
Almost five thousand years of killing each other.

Gideon:
One thing human beings have been consistently good at.

Max:
Look, if this is Roy, you're not gonna find him. He's trained and skilled in survival. He knows how to hide.

Gideon:
We think he has a gun.

Max:
Well, he doesn't miss.

Gideon:
Someone has to go down.

Morgan:
Aw... See, this ain't cool! (takes off his sunglasses and lowers himself into the manhole leading into the sewer) I'm putting in for hazard pay.

Gideon:
(humorously) Good luck with that.

Det. Fuller:
(watching Morgan walk away) Where's he going?

Gideon:
Find out when he comes back.

Reid:
(at the homeless shelter) Do you keep a list of everyone who comes through here?

Angie:
We have a sign-in sheet, but we don't force anyone to sign if they don't want to. Some who do don't even use their real names. Elvis eats here a lot.

Prentiss:
What is the matter with you?

Reid:
What do you mean, what's the matter with me?

Prentiss:
I have never seen you act like this.

Reid:
Oh, really? In the months that you've known me, you've never seen me act this way? Hey, no offense, Emily, but you don't really know what you're talking about, do ya?

Hotchner:
We're looking for a homicidal serial criminal in a neighborhood populated by criminals. The challenge will be separating him from the rest.

'Reid:
I'll map out the area and see if I can find any place the victims would have visited in the neighborhood.

Prentiss:
Good. Maybe we can find a connection between them. I'll help you with that.

Reid:
I can handle it.

Prentiss:
(looking a little taken back) I wasn't suggesting that you couldn't.

Reid:
Well, isn't that what "I'll help you with it" means?

Roy Woodridge:
It wasn't safe.

Gideon:
I know.

Roy Woodridge:
Is the boy all right?

Gideon:
Yes, sergeant. Yes, the boy's all right.

Dana Woodridge:
He has a hard time with loud noises. He can't be in crowds. He has nightmares and wakes up in cold sweats. The smells are the worst. If he smells something burning, like a barbecue or gas or fire, he gets sick.

'Det. Fuller:
This guy may be messed up, but that doesn't change the fact that he has killed four innocent people. Now, why don't we just do a grid search?

Max Weston:
You set a grid search, and he confronts one of your men, you'll be planning a funeral.

Hotchner:
We did everything we could for him, you know.

Gideon:
Yeah. Sometimes knowing that just isn't good enough.

Garcia:
Why isn't Derek answering his phone?

Reid:
Yeah, he's probably stuck underground somewhere.

Garcia:
Underground?

Reid:
I'll explain later.

Hotchner:
"If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace." -Thomas Paine

Gideon:
Robert Kennedy once said, "Tragedy is a tool for the living to gain wisdom, not a guide by which to live."

Garcia:
What was the thing that Jack the Ripper took from one of his victims, besides, well, you know, her life?

Emily:
Oh, uh...

Garcia:
Mmm. Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Emily:
I don't know.

Garcia:
A kidney. How horrifyingly fantastic is that?

Emily:
Mm-hmm, and are you going anywhere with this?

Garcia:
Just that I found an unsolved murder that happened four months ago in Galveston, Texas, with the same MO -- the victim missing that very organ. I amaze myself.

Emily:
Yeah, me too. Great work.

Ethan:
My music makes me happy. It doesn't take a profiler to see that you're not.

Reid:
It's not easy. And it's not -- I ... don't think you'd believe some of the things that I've seen.

Ethan:
John Coltrane. He was a genius too. Died of cancer. But most people think it was the booze and the heroin that did him in.

Reid:
What are you trying to say?

Ethan:
You look like hell.

Reid:
I'm fine.

Ethan:
Come on man, I'm a jazz musician in New Orleans, I know what it looks like when someone's not well. It's maybe the one time I can tell you something you don't already know. [points at Reid's drink] It may make you forget, but it won't make it go away. And if I can tell... You're surrounded by some of the best minds in the world. If you think they don't notice...[mimes trembling hands] well, for a genius, that's just dumb.

JJ:
You're the best ever.

Garcia:
Awww... And you're the most perceptive!

Reid:
I missed that plane on purpose.

Gideon:
I know.

Reid:
I'm struggling.

Gideon:
Well... anybody who's been through what you've been through recently... would.

Reid:
This is all I was groomed for. I never even ... I never even considered another option.

Gideon:
Now you're questioning whether or not you're strong enough to be here?

Reid:
Yeah.

Gideon:
I have been playing at this job in one way or another for almost 30 years. I've felt lost. I've felt great. I have felt scared, sick, and insane. I don't know, I guess the day this job stops gnawing at your soul... and your hands, your hands stop feeling cold, maybe that's the time to leave.

Reid:
I guess I just needed to figure out if I could step away from this job.

Gideon:
And?

Reid:
I'll never miss another plane again.

Hotchner:
"The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul." -John Calvin.

Reid:
Statistically 94 per cent of all serial arsonists are male, 75 per cent are white and few, if any, are ever caught.

Prentiss:
Few? You don't have a percentage?

Reid:
16 per cent. And those 16 per cent set thirty-plus fires before they're ever apprehended. [to Prentiss] I'm trying to be more conversational.

Prentiss:
Oh. It's not working.

[JJ introduces Reid to Det. Castro as he clumsily drops everything he's carrying.]

Det. Castro:
A genius, you said?

JJ:
Yeah, uh, his coordination drops off when he's thinking.

[During the profile briefing]

Det. Castro:
Okay, this scumbag has issues. We all get it. But why fire?

Reid:
He's, uh, like a drug addict. Only fire's his drug, and each time an addict needs a fix, they need more of the drug to get off. So his crimes will most likely get much worse. Be almost impossible for him to quit without help.

Hotch:
Thank you very much.

Garcia:
Brace yourselves. I'm going to teach you the meaning of L.U.S.T.

Gideon:
Did she say lust?

Garcia:
Mm-hm. I cross-referenced every known fact on the victims, and I just found a website that links both Dennis Cutler and Mathew Jarvis' companies on a list of businesses guilty of L.U.S.T.

Hotchner:
I'm missing something.

Garcia:
Leaking Underground Storage Tanks. The website belongs to a recently formed San Francisco chapter of the Earth Defense Front.

Gideon:
When he arrives, bring the fake bodies right past us nice and slow. I want him to get a good look.

Lt. Vega:
Remind me never to play poker with you guys.

Prentiss:
All those people, no booze or music. That's either a very lame going-away party, or an EDF meeting.

Hotchner:
I catch killers. I save lives. I'm a hero until my key hits my front door and then I'm just the father and the husband who's never there.

Gideon:
Yeah, I got that one.

Hotchner:
Here's the thing. When I'm home, I'm in this silent panic because I know that I have to be as good as I can, as fast as I can because any minute the phone is gonna ring and my time is up.

Hotchner:
Gandhi said, "Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."

Prentiss:
An old Russian proverb reminds us, "There can be no good without evil."

Reid:
These tattoos are like books on their skin. It tells their whole life story.

Natalya:
I am just like my mother. When she is upset, she cooks.

Arseny Lysowsky:
[to Gideon and Reid] Would you like something to eat? This borscht is exquisite. It is my mother's old country recipe.

Reid:
Didn't you forsake all your relatives when you swore the Thieves' Code?

Arseny Lysowsky:
I didn't forsake her recipes.

Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss:
How are you enjoying your assignment to the BAU?

Prentiss:
Well, "enjoying" is an odd description.

Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss:
Is it?

Prentiss:
We deal with some pretty horrible things.

Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss:
I thought that was where you wanted to be.

Prentiss:
It is.

Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss:
Then you do enjoy it.

Anton Gorban:
I mind my own business.

Gideon:
You've been watching us since we got here.

Garcia:
[answering phone] Your friendly neighborhood Oracle of all things knowable and unknowable, at your service.

Garcia:
[regarding Lysowsky] He served 23 years in four remote prisons at Perm. That is a remote region of the Northern Ural Mountains, for those of you playing the home game.

Morgan:
How could I have not seen this?

Reid:
How could any of us, man?

Reid:
They didn't wait?

Gideon:
They cut off his ear. They increased the ransom and left a note.

Reid:
How much money do they think they have?

SSA Josh Kramer:
[to Gideon regarding the lack of statement from the victims] 'Cause we're dealing with criminals.

Reid:
Obviously.

SSA Josh Kramer:
Not just the kidnappers, genius.

Prentiss:
"Happy families are all alike. Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." -Leo Tolstoy.

Gideon:
"One man's wilderness is another man's theme park." Author unknown.

Prentiss:
[in a bar, acting very excited] Ladies, this is Brad -- a real FBI agent!

Garcia:
Really?

Prentiss:
Really!

JJ:
No way!

Garcia:
That's exciting! What's it like at Quan-ti-co?

JJ:
Must be tough keeping all those secrets.

Brad:
It's a skill, like anything else. Carpenters are good at building stuff, measuring. The FBI's good at keeping secrets and kicking criminal ass.

Prentiss:
Can we see it?

Brad:
See what?

Prentiss:
Your badge.

Garcia:
Please?

Brad:
Sorry, that's...

Prentiss, JJ, Garcia together:
Classified

Prentiss:
[she holds up her badge] Tell me Brad, does it look anything like this?

JJ:
[hold up hers] Or this?

Garcia:
[holds up hers] Or maybe this?

[Brad hurries away]

Johnny (Unsub):
No! Don't shoot him! He's all I have left...

Prentiss:
The British historian James Anthony Froude once said, "Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow creatures is amusing in itself."

Hotchner:
"Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity, nothing exceeds the criticisms made of the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed." -Herman Melville.

Morgan:
[to Mona, a homeless woman] Be careful, you hear me? This world needs all of its beautiful ladies, and that means you, too, momma.

[Mona smiles and walks away]

Emily:
You're a good guy.

Morgan:
You think?

Emily:
Yeah, you make the people around you feel good.

Hotchner:
You have Chaplin on film?

Gideon:
My great-granddad was an accountant at one of the first movie studios.

Hotchner:
He was in California?

Gideon:
No, no, no. Chicago. Essanay Studios closed, 1920. Back then four out of five movies made in the U.S. were made in Chicago. They closed down, they let my grandpa take, ehh, a couple of extra prints home.

Hotchner:
[amused] They let him?

Gideon:
[laughing] Well, that's the family story... we're sticking to it.

Reid:
You see, the word "coincidence" implies more...

Morgan:
Hey! Hey, kid. We do not need a vocabulary lesson right now.

Reid:
Right. Sorry.

Morgan:
What did you guys get?

Hotch:
Well, Reid got propositions from every prostitute we talked to, but we didn't find anybody who thinks they've seen the unsub.

Hotch:
"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world--not even our troubles." -Charles Chaplin.

Gideon:
"I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, my enemies for their good intellects." -Oscar Wilde.

Hotch:
I got a request... from Safeguard for personnel files on certain agents.

Gideon:
So it's an annual evaluation? Who cares?

Hotch:
It's six months early, Jason. It's... not a routine evaluation. I think it's an assessment of the BAU. They're redistributing funds. They're making cuts in all departments.

Gideon:
So, what are they gonna take? The jet? I prefer trains anyway.

Hotch:
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--suspect killed. It all adds up.

Gideon:
To what?

Hotch:
The only file they didn't request was mine.

Gideon:
[to florist] Thirty dollars? What, are you kidding me?

Florist:
Shoulda seen the price of the roses.

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

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

Gideon:
You need a break. Go home, kiss your family, and-- [sees Jane across the way and whispers] Impossible

Hotch:
What?

Gideon:
Well, I--I thought-- Never mind.

Hotch:
We both need a break. Jason?

Gideon:
Yeah?

Hotch:
Button mums are something you give your mother.

Gideon:
Yeah. Good night.

Hotch:
Good night. Have fun.

JJ:
[to Reid] No matter what happens this time, we don't split up, clear?

Reid:
Crystal clear.

Hotch:
Frank.

Frank:
Agent Hotchner. We haven't had the pleasure of a formal meeting.

Hotch:
Once again the team had battled a monster, and won.

Erin Strauss:
The future of the BAU is not in the balance here. The residual impact as a result of investigations into the crimes and criminals you pursue is. Every cause has its effect.

Hotch:
You think I don't know that?

Erin Strauss:
I believe you are no longer effective in your post.

Hotch:
The modern furniture, strategically placed magazines, the framed diplomas, the art in the wall...they're all in conflict with your family photos. You have three children but you favor the middle one, your son.

Erin Strauss:
What do you think you're do--

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

Erin Strauss:
That's enough!

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

Erin Strauss:
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...

Hotch:
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 has made the right choices. Garcia fills her office with figurines and color to remind herself to smile as the horror fills 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, then good luck.

Erin Strauss:
Agent Hotchner.

Hotch:
How do I know you favor your son? I'm good at my job.

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

García:
Sir--

Gideon:
First, biology. Genetics gave him the predisposition. Add to that the second factor, psycology. Clearly a psycopath.

García:
Ok.

Gideon:
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.

García:
So you put that all together and...

Gideon:
Think of Frank as a living murder weapon. His genetics load the gun, his psychology aims it, the environment pulls the trigger.

Hotchner:
She runs the Crimes Against Children Unit in Maryland.

Morgan:
Always wanted to meet her.

Katherine:
Really? I heard she was a bitch.

Gideon:
Nobody ever called you that, Katy.

Katherine:
Well, not to my face.

Morgan:
Put the weapon DOWN!

Hotchner:
You tend to forget, don't you?

Gideon:
What?

Hotchner:
All the different moods on the plane. I think the mindset's different when the victims are still alive.

Garcia:
Yeah, this is true. All complaints filed were false alarms, but then there is that matter of his missing wife.

Reid:
Wife? What wife? When did she go missing?

Garcia:
Almost fifty years ago.

Reid:
No record of her ever being found?

Garcia:
I got two words for you, my friend, Rear Window. That guy probably chopped that lady up into delicious, bite-sized little pieces. Think about it. She may have never left the premises. [whispers] She may still be in the house.

Reid:
Garcia, I'm sitting here in the dark alone. Thanks.

Garcia:
While you're waiting for a potential murderer to come home? Kind of dangerous. Kind of sexy.

Reid:
You don't believe the girls are missing?

Sgt. Sikes:
It's not really the kind of thing that happens around here, you know?

Gideon:
You'd be surprised to know how many times we hear that.

Gideon:
I'd like to attach a protective detail for you Dr. Cooke, until we find the guy.

Dr. Emory Cooke:
No, thank you.

Gideon:
Excuse me?

Dr. Emory Cooke:
Really now. Do I seem like the sort who would want to be followed around all day by a government goon squad? I don't think so.

[Dr. Cooke leaves as Morgan enters]

Morgan:
Goon squad?

Gideon:
Ever talk to someone who wants to continually show you he's smarter than you?

Morgan:
[motions to Reid] Every day.

Hotchner:
Mam, we've just been assigned your daughter's case. We're in the process of gathering information, but so far no witnesses have come forward.

Betty:
Well around here guns go off like those damn car alarms, every 15 minutes. Nobody's stupid enough to talk, nobody cares.

Reid:
We do.

Betty:
You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for them [gestures towards the children in the other room. [picks up newspaper and reads from it] "Heinous crimes against upstanding members of the community." Nobody writes about prostitutes being shot, because they won't admit they think they're cleaning up the place.

Hotchner:
You're right. Cases like your daughter's usually go unsolved, the problem is people aren't looking for them, because they don't know that they're missing. Part of her job was to stay below the radar. Doesn't mean she was any less important.

Gideon:
[to the Mill Creek Killer] If killing those women made you an artist, the things you did to them after they were dead, what does that make you? I mean, really, it just doesn't seem very artistic, does it?

Prentiss:
[to Hotchner] Well, I think politics makes people distrustful. I think it makes them hate themselves. I think it tears families apart, and damages people. So if there's nothing else, I would like to get back out on the street and find out who's killing these women. Sir.

JJ:
[while discussing evidence against Morgan] This is all just coincidence.

Det. Gordinski:
A hell of a lot of coincidences.

Morgan:
You trying to say something to me right now.

Gideon:
Only if you're hiding something. You need to trust us. Trust us enough to tell us about it.

Morgan:
Gideon, it's not about trust. It's about having a little privacy. I got the right to keep something to myself. Look at us, man. We practically live together already.

Carl Buford:
[about molesting Morgan as a child] Derek, I never hurt you. You could have said no.

Gideon:
[opening a bag with a head inside] Who is this?

Frank:
I believe the correct question would be "Who was this?"

Mark:
You are a crazy son of a bitch.

Frank:
We are all sons of bitches.

Reid:
To get away with murder, you simply don't tell anyone.

Prentiss:
The only people he told were the people he killed. And then he took from them what he needed: cash, credit cards...

Reid:
I'm going to call Garcia and see if anything Catherine Hale owned was used after her death. [dials phone]

Prentiss:
[to herself] And then he moved on to his next victim.

911 Operator:
911, what's your emergency?

Tobias:
[whispering] I'm at 1527 Chestnut Drive.

911 Operator:
I know where you're calling from, sir. What's your emergency?

Tobias:
Th-They are too greedy. They have too much.

911 Operator:
Too much what?

Tobias:
Stuff, p-possessions, things they don't need.

911 Operator:
Are you calling because these people have too much stuff, sir?

Tobias:
No, I'm calling because Raphael... [as Raphael] That's enough. [as himself] I don't want to! [as Raphael] He's calling because Raphael is going to kill the sinners that live here.

911 Operator:
I'm sorry, did you say somebody is killing someone? [no response] Sir? Hello? Hello? [a scream is heard in the background]

911 Operator:
911, what's your emergency?

Tobias:
[as Raphael] Behold, I will cast her into a bed, and then commit adultery with her, into great tremulation.

911 Operator:
Excuse me?

Tobias:
222 Smith Road. Raphael must teach more sinners the way of the Lord. [hangs up, unplugs a nearby laptop, and takes it upstairs]

Reid:
Actually, I, ah, really have to, um, you know, go.

JJ:
You do?

Reid:
For like 30 minutes.

JJ:
Why didn't you say something in the car?

Reid:
[to Tobias] Do you mind?

Tobias:
My father doesn't like it.

Reid:
Your father? You're like... 30.

Tobias:
At what age should one start disrespecting the wishes of their parents?

911 Operator:
911, what's your emergency?

Tobias:
[as Raphael] 3514 Leavenworth. Raphael has killed them before their lies can free more sinners. [hangs up]

Det. Ware:
Don't you ever wish it didn't matter?

Morgan:
It?

Det. Ware:
Color.

Morgan:
Judge me by the content of my character.

Hotchner:
What the hell happened?

Jeff:
I didn't know he was a cop. I saw this black car parked in front of our house and this black guy with a gun sneaking around the yard.

Hotchner:
So you shot him?

Jeff:
I was scared. I've got a family.

Officer Cale:
So did Detective Ware.

Prentiss:
How could their friends not see anything?

Morgan:
It's like when the lion preys upon antelope.

Prentiss:
You lost me.

Morgan:
Well, that's because you, Emily Prentiss, have never been one of the antelope.

Prentiss:
Oh, scratch that. You totally lost me.

Morgan:
Okay, check this out. The antelope travel in packs; so the lion just sits and waits. Waits for just one of the antelope to break away from its herd. So when he's alone, vulnerable, and completely unprotected, that's when the lioness strikes, that's when she makes her move.

Prentiss:
Wait a minute, her move?

Morgan:
Prentiss, there's only one thing that's gonna make a straight man leave his friends on guys' night out, and it'll make him leave every time.

Morgan:
Are you gonna tell me why you missed that flight to Galveston?

Reid:
I already told you, there was no cell reception.

Morgan:
Right.

Reid:
What?

Morgan:
Reid, any time you want to come up with a better answer, I'm standing right here.

Gideon:
Natalya was a part of this.

Morgan:
How did I not see this coming?

Reid:
How could any of us, man? She sought us out. We were so blinded by the fact that she trusted us, we never considered not trusting her.

Prentiss:
(Brings beer and Brad from the bar) Ladies, this is Brad! A real FBI agent!

Garcia:
Really?

Prentiss:
Really!

JJ:
No way!

Garcia:
That's exciting! What's it like in Quantico?

Brad:
It's, eh, quite impressive!

JJ:
What department are you in?

Brad:
That's classified.

JJ:
Oh (winking at Garcia and Prentiss) it must be really tough keeping all those secrets.

Brad:
It's a skill like anything else. Carpenters are good at building stuff, measuring. FBI is good at keeping secrets and kicking criminal ass!

Prentiss:
Well, somebody has to do it! Oh, do you have to carry your gun and badge with you everywhere you go?

Brad:
Affirmative.

Prentiss:
Can we see it?

Brad:
See what?

Prentiss:
Your badge.

Garcia:
Please.

Brad:
I am sorry, that's...

Garcia, JJ, and Prentiss:
Classified, of course.

Prentiss:
(takes out her badge) Tell me Brad, does it look anything like this?

JJ:
(takes out her badge) Or, uh, this?

Garcia:
(takes out her badge) Or maybe this?

(Brad walks away)

Hotchner:
Broken nose, and bark's embedded in his face; looks like he ran into a tree.

Morgan:
Now how do you miss a huge tree?

Hotchner:
Too busy looking behind you.

Gideon:
Most hunters put animals out of their misery. The men we're looking for - they don't show any mercy.

Morgan:
These guys take pleasure in watching their casualties die a slow death.

Morgan:
What was it the Yorkshire Ripper said about his victims?

Reid:
The women I killed were filth. Bastard prostitutes that were littering the streets; I was just cleaning up the place a bit.

Morgan:
[about the unsub] He's a house cleaner.

Reid:
Mission-based killer who believes his murders are helping society.

Capt. Wright:
I can't believe he did this.

Hotchner:
Well Detective Mcgee is pretty sure that these people are missing, sir.

Capt. Wright:
[Scoffs] No Detective McGee is...

Hotchner:
A little obsessive-compulsive?

Capt. Wright:
Oh, you noticed that, huh?

Hotchner:
Doesn't mean he can't be a good cop.

Capt. Wright:
I thought assigning him to keep an eye on Skid Row would be harmless. Well, most of those people only cause trouble for each other.

Capt. Wright:
Look, I'm sorry he got you to travel all the way here.

Hotchner:
Sir, we're happy to help with the problem.

Capt. Wright:
What problem?

Hotchner:
Sir, 63 people missing from a localized area is unusual.

Capt. Wright:
Are you kiddin' me? Bums, whores, junkies. Can these people even be missing?

Hotchner:
You seem hostile to the idea that these people could be in trouble.

Capt. Wright:
No, what I'm hostile to is a member my command recruiting the FBI to handle a case that I don't even believe is happening.

Hotchner:
You know, the note her received could be an Unsub reaching out. It's not uncommon.

Capt. Wright:
Or it could be another cop who's pissed off that McGee got an award.

Hotchner:
Sir, this type of Unsub is relatively easy to catch. Nobody else has to get hurt.

Capt. Wright:
As far as I know no one has been hurt.

Hotchner:
Sir, I have some experience in this field, and I believe that your problem's only going to get worse.

Capt. Wright:
Oh, well, thank you. we'll keep an eye on that. You have a safe trip home.

Hotchner:
What if they were cheerleaders?

Capt. Wright:
Excuse me?

Hotchner:
Or teachers, or mothers? How did you put it, "Can bums even be missing?" Well, sir, they can. They can be hurt, they can be scared, and they can be killed.

J.J:
Hotch, it's federal.

Hotchner:
What?

J.J:
If we want this case, it's ours. It's federal. This letter came from across the river, from Kansas City, Missouri.

Hotchner:
Interstate communication.

J.J:
Puts it in federal jurisdiction.

Hotchner:
[to Captain Wright] Sir, this is now a federal case. I would like to retain Detective McGee as a consultant.

Capt. Wright:
Whoa, whoa. You're not opening any investigations in my jurisdiction.

Hotchner:
I don't wanna fight with you, even though this is a federal case. If we develop any information, I will come to you and your men will make the arrest.

Capt. Wright:
And why would you do that?

Hotchner:
Because that's how we operate.

Hotchner:
We're going to provide a psychological profile of the man we're looking for. It contains some unusual, specific personality traits that someone out there is bound to recognize.

Gideon:
Which will make him relatively easy to locate. Long-lasting, negative impression he leaves on anyone he might meet.

Morgan:
We have a term for the killing behavior this unsub displays: cleaning house. Fixing what's wrong with the world.

Reid:
He's deeply rationalized this behavior, and while he certainly knows the killing is wrong, he truly believes that he's doing the world a great service.

Morgan:
Ultimately, this type of unsub becomes a loner. There won't be too many people that can still tolerate him. Now, if he does have a relationship at all, the person will not be his equal. It'll be someone subservient to him.

Reid:
He'll be... fastidious, tending toward obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he'll have an overwhelming sense of indignation towards the things that he's judged to be wrong. He wouldn't even consider the reasons why someone might disagree with him.

Detective One:
He sounds like a real jagoff.

Morgan:
Exactly. Class "A" scumbag.

Prentiss:
Detective McGee started noticing the disappearances a year ago. The Unsub probably had a stressor at this time. The death of a family member, or someone who had some semblance of control over him. Right now, no one has control over him.

Reid:
It's probable that he isn't currently working after this many victims and the devolution that it brings, a job just wouldn't leave him time to practice his true calling.

Capt. Wright:
Which is...?

Hotchner:
A predator. A killing machine. By now, it's become all he thinks about.

Reid:
It's odd. If the Unsub were out here, he'd stand out. You know, people would recognize the description.

Prentiss:
So where does that leave us?

Capt. Wright:
Right where I thought we'd were.

Hotchner:
Captain?

Capt. Wright:
You said this guy would definitely be memorable. You were adamant. So if no one out here remembers him, according to you, he doesn't exist.

J.J:
That's not exactly what we said.

Capt. Wright:
It's what you implied.

Hotchner:
What do you think happened to them, Captain?

Capt. Wright:
I told you, I don't think anything happened to them.

Hotchner:
Oh, that's right. You think they all got houses and jobs.

Man in line:
You're killing me here. Make up your mind.

Gideon:
[Picks up his phone] Hey, back off, pal.

Hotchner:
[On the phone] What did I do?

Gideon:
[To Hotch] I wasn't talking to you. [to the flower vendor] I guess roses.

Hotchner:
Are you on a date?

Gideon:
No, Uh, Hold on -- Hold on the roses, will you?

Hotchner:
And you didn't tell me?

Gideon:
Tell you what? I'm not on a date. I'm just buying flowers.

Hotchner:
For who?

Gideon:
Old college friend. Hotch, tell me something, do roses say the wrong thing?

Hotchner:
What do you want to say?

Gideon:
Welcome, Hi, Good to see you, sorry I'm so damn late.

Hotchner:
Ah, roses say more than that.

Flower Vendor:
Face buddy, you want some action... it's the roses.

Hotchner:
She's right.

Gideon:
Hey, Hotch, you're the best Unit Chief I know.

Hotchner:
Jason, I'm the only Unit Chief you know.

Hotchner:
You've not seen what I've seen.

Erin Strauss:
You chose the BAU.

Hotchner:
True. I enjoy my work, even when in the pursuit to understand why a person feels the compelling need to brutally torture, murder, and dismember a child. Mother, father, entire family. The unsubs devoid of any morality, humanity, remorse, when caught often come to believe we're the only ones who understand them. And they're right, we do. Otherwise, how could we catch them?

Gideon:
I'm coming in.

Hotchner:
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. He's going to change who he goes after, he has to. We know who Frank is, we don't know the why - you help us find out the why and we'll catch him.

Garcia:
[talking to herself while waiting in her car for Gideon] Nervous whistle. Stop it. Everything is... everything is cool, Garci. 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 killers ever. Tonight he remains at large, the blood of Quantico's finest...

Garcia:
Oh God! Oh my God!

Gideon:
Drive.

Garcia:
You're right, drive! Yes drive! Drive where?

Gideon:
Just drive.

Garcia:
Just drive, just drive...

Prentiss:
Why did you leave Frank? What changed?

Jane Hanratty:
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.

Gideon:
Sarah was a doctor. She was a mother of three boys.

Frank:
Hello, Jason.

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

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

Gideon:
She dedicated her life to easing the pain of others.

Frank:
The pursuit of a previously located rare bird.

Gideon:
You took the lives of hundreds. All because your mother was a whore?

Hotchner:
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 three jobs she worked didn't provide for this special child, a child she wouldn't let out into the world. And when she turned to the world's oldest profession, the boy witnessed every terrible visitation.

Gideon:
You're not a rare bird, Frank. Nothing special about you. You're common, pedestrian... boring.

“It's not so important who starts the game but who finishes it.”

John Wooden.