All language subtitles for Criminal.Minds.Suspect.Behavior.S01E12

[Indistinct chatter,
laughter]

Okay.

[Screams]

Run.

Go ahead, Penelope.

A few hours ago,
two campers reported

a monster stumbling
onto their campsite.

First responders found
a dead man

with half of
his face obliterated.

What do local cops
think happened to him?

Local cops would be us,

'cause this
is where it happened.

- Quantico.
- Mm-hmm.

More specifically,
Lunga Lake.

It's a 1,000-acre park

open only to military personnel
and D.O.D. families.

The unsub reach
the Quantico perimeter?

Quantico's
200 square miles.

It's not fenced in
like Camp David.

You got
the national park...

He may not have even known
he was even there.

Okay, so Quantico
is right here.

Who's the victim?

A marine.

Semper Fi.

Member of the family.

His name is
Sergeant David Clayford.

Attacked while camping
in a one-man tent.

Alive for more
than a day after the attack

with the left side of
his face hanging in pieces.

How could this happen
in our house?

A brutal assault like this

and no one has any idea
what happened to him?

No. No other
crime scene related.

They think it could be
an isolated incident.

But Coop, this happened
a mile from where I park my car.

Mick and Prophet,
we're going to the crime scene.

Beth, you're gonna go
with Gina to the morgue.

She's at her sister's
swearing-in ceremony.

Judges, Generals,
the FBI--

that family scares me.

All right, guys.
Let's go.

Look. Sergeant Clayford's
blood trail leads back here.

It looks like he
was attacked in his tent.

Master Sergeant Strathmore,
Sam Cooper.

Thanks for holding down
the site for us.

No thanks needed, sir.

On base, we're taking
this personally.

As am I.

I hear you were embedded
with a marine corp unit

in Afghanistan.
Today I'm just here

as Special Agent Sam Cooper
of the FBI.

Well, you're
definitely the guy I want

running point
on this thing, sir.

Sergeant Clayford was
field camping.

Traveling light.

Not much to see.

You'd be surprised.

He's a skilled camper.

Set up a tent
in a good position.

The ground would
drain easily if it rained.

It's facing east.

Sunrise would
be his wake-up call.

So how does someone
sneak up on a seasoned camper

and trained marine?

- Clayford did two tours, right?
- Yes, sir.

Maybe he had some form of
post-traumatic stress disorder.

Lot of guys come back,
need to take something

to be able to sleep.
It's common.

Maybe he's medicated.

Let's play this out.

He's asleep.
Possibly unarmed.

Makes sense.
He's on friendly turf.

The unsub would approach
from the east.

Under the cover of darkness.

So he'd have a light source--
a flashlight, maybe.

But he managed to get to
the tent undetected.

Then he blitz attacks.
[Groans]

Why didn't Clayford
fight back?

Cheap chloroform.

The unsub must've used
the chloroform to subdue him.

Then, once he's unconscious,
he slices Clayford's skin.

Clayford's left half-dead.

With half his face...
falling off the skull.

A hero's final battle.

[Strained breathing]

[Suspenseful music]

♪ Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior 01x12 ♪
The Girl in the Blue Mask
Original Air Date on May 18, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

This is Sergeant Clayford.

And I have to warn you--
- It's all right.

Thank you.

Three ripping fissures,

originating from
behind the left jawline.

Continuing on 30-degree tears of
six inches to the mouth,

eight inches across
the bridge of the nose,

and thoroughly evacuating
the left eye socket.

Just below the left ear
is a puncture wound.

He lived
a full day after this.

It's amazing
he lived so long.

I mean, it
must've been excruciating.

Well, he was a marine.

In the initial trauma,
the carotid was nicked.

The force of
the blunt instrument

cracked the skull
on both temples.

So he's bleeding out while
his brain was hemorrhaging.

And what kind of instrument
was used in the attack?

It must've been
a hammer of some sort.

Non-metal. A mallet, maybe.
Wooden or plastic.

His face has just been
torn apart here on the side.

Yeah.

There's no burn
or powder marks.

It's like his face burst
from within.

The skin can stretch
six times its elasticity

before it ruptures.

And these puncture wounds
suggest an injection site.

Can you take tissue samples?

See what and
how it was injected.

Yes, ma'am.

So there was
an earlier victim?

Yeah.
I opened the crime scene radius

per your request,
and ten days ago...

Some hikers found
the body of Amy Sherigan.

She was
a 17-year-old runaway.

Her body was found
in Prince William Park,

adjacent to Quantico.

She had been living
in a makeshift campsite

in the backcountry
part of the park.

Her body
was super decomposed.

Ugh.
I hate this part of my job.

The forensic report says
her face was badly mutilated,

her lips, ears, and eyes
had been removed,

and the mouth cavity
emptied.

Now that could be
post-mortem scavenging.

I mean, buzzards, creatures--
the woods are full.

And razor-sharp removal
of the left post-auricular

and supra-clavicular skin.

Behind the left ear, jaw,
and the neck areas--

same area our unsub
attacked David Clayford.

Are there any signs of
sexual assault?

No.
Bless her heart,

she was alive for
a few hours after the attack.

Coroner report says the initial
attack was with a hammer.

Same hammer that
was used with David Clayford.

Okay, so we've got a lot of
rubber mallets in construction,

especially wood-working
and bending sheet metal.

Stonemasons back home,
they're always shoring up walls

with wooden mallets
so as not to break the rock.

All right, so our unsub
was probably a man.

- Yeah.
- A tradesman of some sort.

He's handy with his tools.

And the knock-out cloth...

the knock-out cloth
that he used

was a worker's rag
bought in bulk.

Which was impossible
for us to trace.

Beth and Gina
said that David Clayford

was injected
with some kind of gas.

Slaughterhouses.

Hunters
dressing their kill.

They take
a compressed air gun,

they stick a needle into
the hide of a goat or a cow...

and it separates the skin
from the muscle,

making it easier to skin.

So our unsub,
all he would have needed was

a needle, a hose,
and a portable tank of air.

That's a lot of equipment
to lug around in the woods.

Well, it shows
that he was intent on

skinning his victim,
but he failed.

He literally butchered
the first victim with a knife.

The air gun ruined the skin
of the second attempt.

You know
what's interesting?

All the victims died.

But it's not as if
he set out to kill them.

It's as if--

it's as if he's fixated on
their living tissue.

To what end?

I mean, what is he gonna do
with the skin?

I don't know.

I mean, cannibals,
they usually can't resist

sampling their prey
at the kill site,

but there's
no evidence of that here.

I mean, despite
the drastic mutilations,

all the skin
is accounted for.

He obliterated the faces
of the first two victims.

We don't know why.

We know that if he's not getting
the results that he wants

that he's gonna keep
doing it until he does.

We gotta dig deep.

I know this
might be hard for you,

but it could really help us
find your brother's killer.

Anything.

I gave him that
Jetboil Stove for Christmas.

Boils a pint of water
in less than a minute.

It's not a cheap unit.

What is it
you want me to do?

We can get a better
understanding of your brother

through his belongings.

Okay.

That's his bag.

His mat.

His tent.

Does your brother
have a hard time sleeping?

He taking
any meds for it?

Yeah.

Since he got back
from his last tour,

he had a hard time
sleeping indoors.

He preferred to sleep
outside on the ground.

That's not his cooler.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

He was proud of being
a spartan camper.

Take only pictures,
leave only footprints.

He wouldn't have taken
a cooler camping.

[Softly weeping]

Okay.

Okay,
so the cooler's clean.

He didn't use it.

Plastic's hardened from
the dry ice.

All right,
so if we calculate

how long it takes
for this dry ice to melt,

we'll get a time
and a travel radius

to and from that
crime scene.

Why's he leave
the cooler behind?

Something spooked him.

There's confusion...

The unsub's attack,
it went awry...

So he drops the cooler,
making a run for it.

Maybe he brought the cooler
in the hopes

that he could take the skin
after he removed it.

It looks like David Clayford
was a very unfortunate

experiment
in skin harvesting.

Maybe he's making a suit
of skin, like Ed Gein.

He's focusing on
the left side of the face.

And the cooler,
it's small.

He's trying to get small pieces,
not use large sections of skin.

Maybe he's trying
to fix himself.

I mean,
he could be disfigured.

You know, trying
to change his appearance.

Yeah, but then
he'd be autografting

sections from his skin
onto his body.

Heterografts are
from one person to another.

Sometimes burn units
use pig skin,

but it's only temporary.

All right, so if he's
taking skin for heterografts,

he'll need
somebody else involved.

[Pop music plays
over headphones]

♪ ♪

[Twigs, leaves rustle]

[Electricity crackling]
[Gasps, groans]

[Whimpers]

I promised.

Hold still.
[Cries]

Rangers found her
staggering along the loop.

Tasers in her back, left side
of her face sheared off.

- Cindy.
I'm Agent Cooper with the FBI--

She doesn't remember much,

and she's on the table
in five minutes.

I understand, but I have
to speak to her right now.

How bad is it?

You're gonna be all right,
okay?

- You're gonna be all right.
- What do you remember?

I was running,
and then pain in my back.

And a man...
[Crying]

in a sweatshirt.
Did he speak to you?

He said,
"you have such pretty skin."

Okay, this is
gonna have to wait.

What else do
you know about this guy?

- [Whimpers]
- She's been traumatized, Coop.

She's barely conscious,
okay?

[Whispers] I know, I know.
Cindy, I'm sorry.

But could you just stay with me
just a little bit longer?

When he was cutting,
he said that he'd promised...

[Crying]

But it hurt, it hurt
so much when he was cutting.

[Crying] It hurt!
Shh.

The unsub tells the victim
that he promised...

which implies some sort of
commitment to someone.

The motivation is emotional.

He's doing this
for someone that he loves.

If he was practicing
his harvesting techniques

on Clayford and he failed,

then he was successful
with Cindy.

I mean, he sheared off
a thin layer of her face

and he took it with him.

High risk of taking another
person in broad daylight.

It shows us that he's
desperate towards his goal.

Attacking this girl...
I mean,

it means he's collecting skin
for a young woman.

A daughter or a wife.

A girlfriend?
Could be.

I have a question
for the plastic surgeon.

Honey,
I know what I promised.

It's still two days until
your birthday, I have time.

Please don't cry.

No.
You can't take this off!

Not until I fix it.

Daddy's gotta go
to the garage.

Please don't go.

It's for you, honey.
It's your surprise.

Somebody's got
a big birthday coming.

Sweet 16.

You haven't messed
with the window, have you?

No.

No one can see in...

Or out.

There's nothing to see
out there.

The world is
an ugly place, Kristi.

Believe me, I know.

[Door closes]

[Sobs]

What are the chances someone
with no medical experience

performing a skin graft
or transplant successfully?

- Zero.
- Even with an autograft?

Whoever took this girl's face
won't have graftable material.

It's extremely difficult
to prepare skin for travel,

even under
the best conditions.

What about a heterograft?
Could that be successful?

Transferring
the skin of strangers?

Infection, graft rejection,
et cetera,

the chances
are less than zero.

What do you mean
less than zero?

Death.

- Sorry, ladies.
- Thank you.

So if this unsub
is attempting to transplant...

no matter what he tries,

that skin
is not going to travel.

Okay, so he comes to
this realization.

Would he be deluded enough
to kidnap a donor

and attempt
a person-to-person transfer?

He might.

Uh, sir, just a simple
"Happy Birthday" on the cake?

"Happy Birthday,
Kristi Anna."

C-h-r-i-s...?

K-r-i-s-t-i.

A-n-n-a.

We'll have it ready
for you tomorrow.

I'm sorry,
I was trying to make a call.

I pressed the wrong button.

Yeah, Anna,
how you spelled it.

You have very pretty skin.

Judging by
the compression and bruising

of the interior capillaries,

the trauma happened quickly.

So I did
some more extensive sampling

of the tissue in the same area
and found this.

Tiny microns of debris
inserted in the tissue

during the delivery process.

Refuse mixed in
with the compressed air?

- Right.
- What was the refuse?

Particles of paint.

So when the unsub charged
the air gun,

the intake sucked in particles
of wherever he was at the time.

- Exactly.
- Where was he?

It's not the where,
it's the what.

What kind of paint was used?

Puce.

Kind of brownish purple.

Industrial?
Artist's?

I mean, you gotta give me
more than just "paint."

Was he painting houses?

Was he painting
pictures of houses?

Um...

Was there something else
in the tissue sample?

Did you check for mold
or metal filings?

- I'll have it tested further.
- Okay, great.

It's just
we need to be very thorough.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Okay...

So the unsub thinks he
has the talent.

The ability to take skin
and remake someone's face.

And judging by the age of
the last victim,

odds are it's a girl.
Could be disfigured.

Not necessarily.

If he is delusional,
she just has to fall short

of his standard of beauty.

She's whatever
she's been told she is.

Yes,
much like advertising.

That's how they get you,
isn't it?

Undercutting
your self-esteem.

You can never be
too pretty or too thin.

You know, at
my sister's swearing in,

my father referred to her
as the smart one.

I assume that makes you
"the pretty one."

He doesn't even
realize what he's saying.

He just always thought
that was enough for me.

He's shocked
when I achieve anything.

Well, his thinking may be
why you overachieve.

No.
His type of thinking

is that I don't have
what it takes for this job

and that
he's expecting me to fail.

You need to call him
and tell him he's wrong.

My father's never been wrong
a day in his life, Beth.

[Marker squeaking]

Delusions are as necessary
to this man's motivation

as reality.

So if he thinks that
he can perform a transplant,

then that's what
he's gonna try to do.

If we're
looking at the skin,

we might well look at
the means toward the end.

The stitchery skill
that would be necessary

to perform
such an operation.

Is it at all possible
that the unsub could be

a highly proficient
tailor?

I don't know.

He's certainly confident
on some level

of his
fine motor abilities.

Taxidermist.

A taxidermist might use
an air compression gun

in filleting animals.

He'd be proficient
in sewing skins and hides.

That's not bad.

Penelope.
Yeah.

Can you run a check on
local taxidermists?

Taxidermists, huh?

We're taking some names in
the radius of the crimes.

They tend
to live in secluded areas,

some of them
hunt out-of-season,

and supplement with illegal
foreign animal skin trades.

Any with
propensity for violence?

Uh, let me see...

What about this guy?

Emory Boyd,
he runs Todd's Taxidermy.

It's just outside of
Dale City.

Okay, let me see.

So that has gotta be...

That's five miles from
the park.

Man of the woods,
prone to violence,

he was suspected last year
of attacking a game warden.

Oh, get this.

A few months ago, he went up
into the Smoky Mountains

armed with only a knife
to kill a bear.

He was seriously mauled,
broke his arm,

face is a wreck.

He recently
put his shop up for sale

and no one's seen him
for weeks.

- It's worth an interview.
- Let's ride.

[Country rock
plays on radio]

♪ ♪

Oh, this is the place?
Doesn't look like anyone's home.

Eh,
I've seen a taxidermy shop

in the back of
a beauty parlor back home.

Oh, great.

Sounds like a lovely place
you come from there, down south.

[Chuckles]
[Gunfire]

Oh!

[Gunfire continues]

Should we
call for backup?

Looks like it's
just one guy with a shotgun.

Let's take him then.

Where's Coop?

I got him.

Okay, fire high
into the top of the door.

When Coop has the guy subdued,
we storm the place.

- He said all that?
- Yeah.

He'll subdue the guy?

We've been
in this spot before.

Just watch and fire high.

[Gun clicks, fires]

[Explosion]

Now.
[Guns firing]

Go, go!

Watch the arm,
damn it!

[Grunts]

Compound fracture.
Early gangrene.

- Set it myself.
- Good for you.

- Now get off it.
- Look for the girl.

- Hey, don't go in there.
- Go, go.

[Growling, gunfire]

- Aw!
- Wait.

[Groans]

Guess you don't have
a lot of gray timber wolves

back there in Wales.
Do you, brother?

[Chuckles]
Congratulations.

You just shot up a $3,500
trophy-mounted gray timber wolf.

You just took a shot at
the wrong people.

[Grunting]

Check
the rest of the house.

Sit down!
Ah!

- We're with the FBI.
- FBI?

Thought you
were a friend of mine,

drives the same truck.

That's the way
you treat your friends?

He tried to rip me off of some
bear skins and gallbladders.

A lot of money in that.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say will--
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Do you understand me?
- Just take me to jail.

Oh, I would if I could.

I gotta take you to
a hospital first.

Place is clear.
There's no one here, Coop.

Of course not.
I'm an army of one.

He ain't the guy, Coop.

All right.
Let's call Garcia.

Tell her we need
some roadside assistance.

We're gonna have
to wait here for a while.

[Sighs]

[Whispers]

Oh, my God.

What?

What is this?

[Gasps, screams]

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Look, if the unsub is
attempting a facial transplant,

the recipient has to know

that somebody else's life
is at stake.

Maybe not.
It could cost both their lives.

And to her, perhaps it's
preferable to suffer physically

rather than risk
the loss of someone's affection.

That could
explain the relationship

between the unsub and
the secondary victim or patient.

Husband-wife,
brother-sister.

No, no, no,
the unsub is a man.

It is way too easy

to manipulate the emotions
of a young girl.

Believe me.

It's father-daughter.

Okay.
I'll run it by Sam.

Are you all right?

You know Cindy's in
for a lifetime.

A lifetime
of painful skin grafts.

It isn't her arm,
it isn't her leg,

it is her face.

I just hope that she has
the support and the strength

to come back
from something like that.

I can't
believe what you did.

What do you mean, Kristi?

Is that what you do?

Kill things out there?

What things?
Where?

That baby pig.

Did you kill it?

You went into my workshop
when I told you not to.

What did you do to
my specimens?

I threw it all away.

You have no idea
what you've done.

Were you torturing
those little animals?

No.

I'm learning things.
I'm learning how things work.

It's hard to understand but
I am trying to learn something

that will make
things better for us.

Haven't I taken good
care of you?

- Yes.
- What you saw scared you.

And I understand.

Being in this house all alone
while I'm at work.

But you've gotta remember,

you got
a big birthday coming!

The government
has put way too many animals

on the endangered list.

You got many takers
for this skin stitchery class?

Not many.
Money's too tight for hobbies.

Yeah, well, anybody
stick out in your mind, though?

A lady wanted
to stuff her pet cat.

Always
get a couple of those.

Anybody else?

One guy wanted
to barter painting a room

of the place for a lesson.

Beth and Gina found paint

in David Clayford's
tissue samples.

What else
you know about this guy?

He wanted to know where
he could get some live pigs.

Little ones.
Piglets, you know?

Makes perfect sense.

If he was thinking about
experimenting,

he'd do it with
animals first.

Desensitize himself to
the cruelty,

then he could
practice his methods.

- On pigs?
- Their skin is similar to ours.

Remember the guy's name?

Kevin, Melvin--
something, I don't know.

[Car approaching]

Car's here.

Did this guy tell you why
he wanted to use these pigs?

He wouldn't.
Weird.

Weird?

You fought a bear, dude.
Let's go.

Uh,
glad I caught you.

We're pretty closed.
Everything's all put away.

The cake, it's for tonight.
A surprise party.

I'm not allowed
to reopen the register.

I could write you a check.
Please?

My daughter's gonna be
so disappointed.

It's her 16th birthday.

Well, I'm just on
the inscription,

I haven't put on
any of the decorations.

That's fine.

Yeah.
I kinda need it now.

I'll bring it out to you.

Kristi Anna, right?
Right.

[Electricity crackles]

Let's not bruise
that pretty, pretty skin.

What do you got, officer?

We think this girl may
have been taken by the unsub.

Dawn Taggert, 17.
Didn't come home for supper.

Father came down, found
the back door open, called us.

The police found
the same kind of taser wire

used on the jogger.
Tasers again.

He's striking
less aggressively now

'cause he doesn't wanna
damage the skin on their faces.

Here's a photo
of the kidnapped girl

from the employees' wall.

Unfortunately,
that pristine complexion

makes her an
ideal donor candidate.

He solved the problem
of transporting skin

by kidnapping live tissue.

Dawn must've been
the perfect target--

same skin, same age,
same tone.

Is it safe to assume

this is what the unsub's
daughter looks like?

Possibly.
At some point.

But if he attempts
the transplant,

they could
both end up disfigured.

They might not even survive.

Ma'am?

I'm Gina LaSalle with
the FBI,

this is Agent Griffith.
Hi.

He didn't
open the register.

The only thing missing
is Dawn.

All right, I'd like you
to check special orders

against pickup and payment,
if you don't mind.

Okay, let's see...

There's a cake missing.
A birthday cake.

Do you know
who ordered it?

A Mr. Smith.

There was
a special inscription, though.

"Happy Birthday to Kristi Anna."
It's an odd spelling.

Can I take a look?

Four victims.

The first, he uses a knife
and butchers the skin.

Leaves empty-handed.

With the second victim,

he switches
to the compressed air gun.

But he screws that up, too.

He even leaves
the cooler behind.

Third victim, he goes back
to some sort of knife.

Gets a sample intact, but
it's useless within the hour.

In all three cases,
he leaves the victims to die.

The guy's indifferent
to their suffering.

He's numb.

He's desperate.

The logical next step
is to kidnap living tissue.

No matter what the risk.
No matter what the cost of life.

Dawn Taggert, perfect skin,
goes missing.

Everybody all right?

Yeah, lucky for us,
our guy was a bad shot.

Mick went all Rambo
on a stuffed animal, though.

All: [Laughing]
Okay, we think we're looking

for a father harvesting skin
for his disfigured daughter.

Possible named Kristi Anna.

Twisted sense of
parental love.

Love poisoned by guilt.

You know what, we're looking
at this all wrong.

Maybe this is just a normal guy
who is driven by guilt

into a hell where
he's trying to fix his daughter.

Whoever the unsub is,

and however
she's been disfigured,

he has done this to her
himself.

- Yes.
- So whose hell is worse?

His or hers?

Excuse me.
[Door closes]

What's going on?

I mean, suppose
he's using her disfigurement...

A disfigurement that he caused
to imprison her?

All right, so we'll find her,
we'll free her,

and we'll bring him to justice.
That's just it.

Okay, so we arrest him.

And his hell is over.
We've put him out of his misery.

But hers?
It's forever, Coop.

They're both
under a cloak of darkness.

Gina, both of them.
Sam...

your amazing ability
to have empathy for these guys

is what makes you
so good at catching them.

But I'm not like you.

I-I-I don't...

I don't think everyone
has a light.

I think some people are
born into darkness just as much

as I believe in straight-up good
and straight-up evil.

And who taught you that?

My parents.
My mother.

Yeah?

- Fine, my father.
- Exactly.

I've been having this
argument with him for 20 years.

I know it.

And now
you sound just like him.

There's something else.

Your father is angry at me

for offering you
this job in the first place.

So don't make me wish
I didn't.

That's great, so now I'm
a disappointment for you too.

Of course not.

And you won't be.

I just need you
to respect my methods.

I can be challenged as
your mentor or your teacher,

even as your friend.

But not as your father.
We're clear on that?

Yeah, we're clear.

Good.
Let's get to work.

[Panicked breathing]

[Singing]
♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪
[Whimpers]

♪ Happy Birthday,
Kristi Anna ♪

♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪

[Whimpering]

Okay, Kristi.
Make a wish.

But I know
what it's gonna be.

I don't know about this.

What are you gonna
do to her?

Come on, now.

Blow out your candles.

[Sobbing]

Daddy, let her go.
Please, dad.

The candles
are burning down.

Now I made a promise,
and I keep my promise.

Blow out your candles
so that you can make a wish.

Happy Birthday,
baby girl.

[Continues sobbing]

[sobbing]

Dad?

I'm happy
with the way I look.

I'll make you happier.

Kristi, believe me.
I know.

Please don't do this.
Please don't hurt her.

The mask doesn't
bother me at all.

Really.

It bothers you.
Trust me.

[Struggling moans]

We're looking for a man

who's got a daughter
named Kristi Anna.

That's Kristi with a "K."
K-r-i-s-t-i.

And the daughter's birthday
is gonna fall

within a 72-hour window
of today.

Also, Penelope,
the daughter probably has

a fair complexion,
if that helps.

There's gonna be
some history of abuse.

Either spousal
or with children.

I'm searching,
I'm searching...

B.T.W., this girl's name is
a great filter.

Yeah, unless
they're using aliases.

Point well made, friend.

The father could be
using a fictitious last name.

Okay,
up until four years ago,

I have
a Kelvin Sharpenburger.

42, series of abuse charges
against him.

He beat his wife one too many
times, so she left him

and took their daughter,
Kristi Anna, with her.

That's our guy.

Wait, wait, no, I'm sorry.
What did you say?

Did you say that
the wife took the daughter?

Yeah, but then he kidnapped
the daughter and disappeared,

until he showed up
drunk one night

at a walk-in E.R. clinic,

saying the daughter
had fallen into a fireplace.

Then little girl tells the nurse
what really happened

was that the father

held her face really close
to a wood stove,

saying she reminded him
of his wife.

Ugh, hospital
called the police,

but he took the daughter
before they got there.

You got a photo
of this Kristi Anna?

Uh...I've got
a fifth grade school photo.

After that, she was in and out
of a bunch of schools.

Mostly truant.
I'll send this to you, though.

Actually, she's 16 today.

All right, so he's gonna
live in a rural setting,

where the daughter
not going to school

won't attract
any attention at all.

He's concerned with
appearances

and attention to detail.

What about one of
those specialty painters?

You know, like, the guys who
do the stenciling in the houses.

That's it.
They use these custom knives

to carve out their stencils--
- Air compressor.

Compressed air
to airbrush the paint.

Penelope...
Stencil painters.

I've got him.
Kelvin Cornwell.

He's the only stencil painter
in 30 miles.

Custom interiors.

Highway 12,
just outside of Dale City.

18 months ago rented a house,
according to utility bills.

Okay, Penelope,
send that to our P.D.A.s.

We're out the door.

Daddy, no, please.
I-I don't, I don't...

I don't want this.
I promised you

that I would fix things
by your 16th birthday.

And I keep my promises.

Didn't I say that
I would never drink again

after that night?

Didn't I?

You can't
hurt someone else, dad.

We're way too late
for that, Kristi.

I have done nothing
for the last four years

but think about this moment,

waiting for the time that
I can make you beautiful again.

- No.
- Don't say no to me.

I'm sorry.

Stop fighting me.

You think I like doing this?

I do this all for you,
and this is how you act?

You could show me
a little gratitude and respect.

Now, let's get this
over with.

Go! Go!

FBI!

Get your hands in the air.

- Give me your hands.
- Beth, take care of the girl.

Got it.

Over here.
On your knees.

You're gonna be all right.

You're safe now.

It's all right.
Kristi Anna.

We know all about it.
You're safe now, okay?

Let us help you.

- Medic.
- [Cries] Kristi!

Just want to make sure
that you're all right.

[Whispers]
Daddy.

No!

Don't.

It's too terrible
for anyone to see.

Whatever is hiding
behind the mask,

you need medical attention.

He was gonna operate
on that girl

and give me her face,
wasn't he?

Yeah, but we got him,
Kristi.

How could he
do that to her?

How could she
live without her face?

Because
you're his daughter.

And some fathers will do
anything for their children.

Take my hand, okay?

Hey.
You're okay.

Okay?

And we're gonna let the medic
look at your face, okay?

No.

Everyone out.

You too, Coop.

I'm gonna leave you with the--
- No.

- I'm--
- please stay.

Don't let go of my hand.

You are so brave.

You can do this.

Okay?

Okay?

- [Sharp inhale]
- It's okay.

How bad is it?

There is nothing wrong
with you.

You have a beautiful face.

No.
I don't.

Yes, you do.

That's impossible.

Dad gave me
ointments and creams,

I put them
on my face every day.

Your face healed.

Kristi, you are beautiful.

- I don't believe you.
- Do you have a mirror?

Okay, I want you to take
a look at your face, okay?

- I can't.
I--

- It's okay.
Hey.

It's okay.

I know this
is hard to understand.

- I know, I know.
- How can this be?

He told me I was ugly.

That I was a monster,
that I was disfigured.

That no one could stand
to look at me.

Why would he do this?

I wish I had that answer
for you, Kristi.

Your father loves you.

But you are the mirror
that he looked into every day.

And what he saw of himself
was ugly.

He stopped believing that
anyone could love you, him--

even though you were the one
that loved him the most.

And everything
he said about you,

he was saying about himself.

Remember that.

Okay?

[Crying]

Good work.

I just learned right now

that it's okay
to push you harder.

Because you didn't think
I could handle this?

Wisdom and knowledge

comes with
some degree of grief.

I guess
there was a part of me

that was trying to protect you
from that, you know.

But as a parent
protecting a child.

No.

As a fellow FBI agent
protecting another FBI agent

that I care deeply about.

As long as we're clear.

You know how they
train elephants for the circus?

They tie these heavy chains
around the baby's legs,

and no matter
how hard they pull...

Can't move.

And then when they grow up,

the handler starts
to take the chains away

but the elephant's given up.

All the handler has to do

is use a little string
to control it.

All they needed
was someone to say...

"You're strong.

"Your chains are weak.

And you can set yourself free
anytime you want."

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