All language subtitles for Criminal Minds (2005) - S08E08 - The Wheels on the Bus... (1080p WEB x265 FreetheFish)

I can hear you staring at her.

I'm not staring.

You think she'd go with me?

I don't know.

Look, what the worst
that could happen, she says no?

It wouldn't be the first time
you heard it.

And the blue lace trim
will go perfect with my eyes.

-Your eyes are brown.
-Contacts. Duh!

Now all I need is the perfect date.

There's a car in the road.

-Did he run out of gas

That sucks.
-Should I call for help?

Uh, it's probably just a flat.

I need you all to remain in your seats.

Everybody quiet down!

You all right?

Be quiet!

Come on.

Kevin. I need you.

Hey, I got your text.

I've been meaning to call you back
about dinner the other night.

-Look, I had a really great time.
-Oh.

Uh, what are you talking...
No. Have you seen the news?

No. Why

We need all hands on deck.

What we have
is a school bus abduction

00 p.m. this afternoon.

What we do know is
there were 24 students on board,

along with the driver and a monitor.

GPS appears to have been disabled.

Last known ping
was a little over two hours ago.

Highway patrol has traced
the route it was last travelling

but found no signs of any accidents.

We have helicopters and
ground units in the DC area

working local search and rescue.

Which means we're likely dealing
with more than one UnSub.

We've attempted to contact
everyone on board,

but so far all calls
have gone unanswered.

But we can confirm that
the students dropped off

at the first two stops
have been accounted for.

The average school bus holds
approximately 80 gallons of diesel fuel,

making it possible for them to travel up
to 550 miles on a single tank.

Which is why we believe
they're still within a 200-mile radius.

It could be a kidnapping, but we can't
rule out anything from a terrorist act

to a child trafficking ring.

How does a bus full of kids
just vanish into thin air?

It doesn't. Whoever's got them's
got a two-hour head start.

We're treating this
as a mass abduction.

The SUVs are outside and we'll set up
our command post at Central High.

French novelist
Jean Giraudoux said,

"I'm not afraid of death.

"It's the stake one puts up
in order to play the game of life."

Okay, thanks.
Local PD says they just found

a backpack full of the kids' cell phones
half a mile from the second bus stop.

Disarming the GPS,
disposing of cell phones

feels less random
and more premeditated.

There were seven other buses
from different schools on their route.

Why target this particular bus?

Maybe a group of kids
got together to pull it off?

Waited for their friends to get off at an
earlier stop, then made their move.

Okay, I'm checking school
disciplinary records,

seeing if I can find
any recent suspensions.

It could be about a specific target

and the other kids just got in the way.

- -Alex, you're on speaker.

Uh, I've been looking over
the personnel files

of the bus driver, Roy Webster.

Something isn't adding up.

What did you find?

Over the past three years,
Webster had several altercations

with students
but was never formally reprimanded.

It sounds like the school
hasn't told us the whole story.

We know how disrespectful some
teenagers can be. Maybe he snapped.

It could be payback for years of abuse.

What about the woman
who was on the bus?

That would be Carol Roberts,
retired teacher,

assigned to monitor
Webster's bus six months ago.

What's that about?

I took a bus all through high school.
We never had a monitor.

Makes you wonder who she was there
to keep an eye on, the kids or Webster?

Please, it's too tight.

Just let us go. We won't tell anyone.

Hey, hey, wait, wait.

Wait!

Central High School
FREDERICKSBURG, VA

Addyson transferred
to Central High last year.

Did she mention any enemies?

So Sean's been riding the bus
since he was a freshman?

Did he have any run-ins
with Mr Webster?

I know this is difficult for both of you.
I just have a couple more questions.

Billy's a sophomore, right?

Can you tell me a little bit about him?

He's a good kid.

He stays out of trouble for the most part.

Been just the two of us for a while.

His dad passed when he was 10.

Please, find my baby.

He's all I've got.

I compiled background info
on every kid on that bus.

Their cell phone records,
their texts, Twitter feeds,

Facebook activity, everything.

Great. Can you help me
go through these SIM cards?

Thanks, by the way.

Of course.

That's Sean Parker.
He never posts a status update

without being witty or sarcastic.

That's Trent Walker,
your classic high school jock.

-Oh, my God.
-That's Addyson Jones.

Look at the time. That was taken
while they were still on the bus.

That's right before they went missing.

In the Chowchilla case,
the UnSub used car trouble as a ruse

to get the bus driver's attention.

Yeah, I remember.
The driver became a hero overnight.

The most isolated part of the highway.
It's surrounded by nothing.

No witnesses. Nobody to interrupt.

Making them the perfect target.

Mmm.

Mr Webster has worked
with the school for 15 years.

According to his file, he was never
reprimanded for the altercations

he had with the students. Why is that?

He agreed to complete
mandated classes.

In exchange, the incidents
wouldn't go on his record.

Were the parents made aware
of the school's disciplinary actions?

Look, being a bus driver
can be stressful.

You're responsible for getting these
kids to and from school.

Add a few unruly teens
and someone's bound to bump heads.

Is that why Carol Roberts was
assigned to monitor the bus?

Agent Hotchner. We found a body.

It's Roy Webster.
He suffered two bullet wounds.

The first was a clean shot to his
left leg.The second in his chest.

Why not go for the kill first?

They probably still needed him to drive.

If they dumped Webster this quickly,
I'm sure Carol Roberts isn't far behind.

There's no way somebody
pulled this off alone.

One UnSub probably
controlled the adults

and one controlled the kids.

Well, why get rid of them
before they reached their destination?

You're on speaker, Garcia.

Hey, I reran the last
GPS signal of the bus

through a proxy server,
retracing the route,

and it turns out that the signal was
never disabled, it was just masked.

So I sent
the coordinates to your phones.

This is less than a mile away.

Bus is all clear!

Morgan.

All clear.

-Grab that pack.
-

Northeast corner clear.

South corner clear.

Barn was registered to a Violet Burgin.

She died a few months back.
It's been abandoned ever since.

Making this a perfect transfer point.

They found something.

Please don't hurt us.

It's okay. You guys are safe now.

There's only 14 here.
We need to find the other 10.

-Move!
-Are you okay?

He's mine.

Why only take some of the kids?

Smaller numbers. Easier to control.

If this was a child trafficking ring,

they wouldn't have left any of them
behind regardless of the risk.

Whatever the reason,
they only needed 10.

What do you want with us?

I don't hear anything. Do you?

No.

Mine is dead, too.

What is this thing?

Where are we?

What happened to Mrs Roberts?

They probably killed her
like they did Mr Webster.

They're gonna kill us, too.

-Sean.
-Cut it out.

Why do you think
they took their masks off?

Welcome to hell, people.

Did you hear that?

Number two
and number five step forward.

-Wait, am I number two

It's you, man.

Addy...

Let's go. It's time.

The rules are simple.
You follow our instructions, you live.

You don't...

- -

That's enough. They got the message.

You ready?

May the best man win.

You okay, Addyson?
ADDYSON: I'm fine.

Addyson, you all right?

-Yeah.
-

What was that?

Players, the game will commence
in three...

Two...

One.

Hmm...

Well, whenever I'm trying to
remember important details,

I find it really helps
if I close my eyes and try to relax.

Yeah, that's great.

You guys were on your way
home from school.

Can you tell me what happened next?

The bus had stopped.

Think he ran out of gas?

That sucks.

Are you all right? Is everything...

- -

He shot Mr Webster in the...

Okay. All right. All right. Slow down.

All right. Let's go back.

Let's go back.

Did you get a look at the man
who shot Mr Webster?

No. He wore a mask.

What type of mask?

Like a gas mask.

What happened next?

They both had guns.

One walked up and down the aisle

while the other one just stood there.

So there were two of them?

Okay.

Then what happened
when you arrived at the barn?

They lined us up.

Our hands were tied.
I was so scared.

I wanted to run, but they had guns.

They put collars around their necks.

That's when they started taking turns.

Taking turns doing what?

Picking.

Where's Billy?

They said you found the bus.

There's still a number
of students unaccounted for.

But we're still looking.

Oh, my God.

I can't open it.

These things aren't budging, Billy.

No matter what,
we stick together, okay?

-Okay.-Okay.

How about we get
the adrenaline going, huh?

It's all about endurance.

Training is as important
as the battle itself.

There's a table at
the end of the hallway with a box on it.

Open it.

What's in it?

It's a flashlight.

What's this for?

Look to your left.

Dividing them into groups,
you think that was to maintain control?

Mmm. Could be, but how do you
explain the shock collars?

Torture.

Still, there doesn't
seem to be any method

to how or why they were chosen.

Okay, so far we have two white males,
early 20s,

and wore gas masks, of all things.

Abducting a bus,

a form of transportation,
gas masks, shock collars.

Dividing people into teams.

This sounds a lot like,Gods of Combat.

This is a video game.

- -

It's okay.
It's just a little steam.

Come on. We're almost there.

Now what?

I'm gonna
get you out of here safely.

To do that, I'm gonna need you
to follow my orders.

It's important
that you listen to each command.

Take the one on the right.

He's telling me to take a right.

Addyson, I know what
you're thinking. Don't follow him.

It's not worth it.
Take the path to the left.

Why?

Just trust me.

I'm not leaving you behind.

- -Aah!

You see what you made me do?

Trent, just go. Just do what they say.

Don't make me do it again.

These guys are replicating
a video game?

In the game, you take over
a form of public transportation.

Subway, train, bus.

That's how you get your players.

Wait a minute.

You've played this game before?

Well, I may have played it once or twice.

As I remember,
the game consists of five players.

Captain, lieutenant, a pair of soldiers,

and the pawn.

Maybe the UnSubs picked them
based on their personality type.

Well, Sage and Trent are both athletic.

So they probably would have
been considered lieutenants.

Wendy would most likely
have been considered the pawn.

They preselected these kids.

Mmm. Probably got details about their
lives from social media sites.

Most teens don't use privacy settings.
Anyone can gain access.

They planned their attacks

and struck the bus
when it was most vulnerable.

That explains why the UnSubs only
needed 10 of these kids

and left the rest behind.

So how do the collars fit into all this?

They're used to keep your player
from straying from their mission.

The object of the game is to destroy
as many of your opponents as possible.

The one with the highest
body count wins.

- -

It's just a rat.

Don't worry, you'll get used to those.

- -Oh!

What? It's only blood.

You haven't even
gotten to the best part.

Oh, my God!

My captain's asking for an update.

He wants to release a statement.

We're just concerned
if we release certain details

that we'll have copycats.

Can you at least give me something?

What kind of people
are we dealing with?

Well, based on the UnSubs'
behavior at this point,

we believe they suffer
from an extreme gaming addiction.

They're avid gamers,
involved in the multi-user

online first-person shooter game,Gods of Combat.

And like any addiction,
this took over their lives

and became an obsession.

We think that
this video game aggravated

a pre-existing affinity for violence.

Then something
blurred the lines

between fantasy violence
and real violence.

They've managed
to depersonalize these kids

as a way of rationalising the body count.

And playing this game
taught them to be methodical

and dangerously strategic.

The fact that they're mimicking
specific and unique elements

of this particular game
will help us predict their behavior.

They probably met online.

We think these UnSubs
chose these particular kids

because they displayed certain traits

that matched the
characters from the game.

These kids are motivated and positive

when the game goes the way
that they want it to.

On the other hand,
if the game doesn't go as well,

they will be the opposite...

Blinded with utter rage.

Snap out of it.

All right? Let's focus.

There's a key in her sweater pocket.
Go grab it.

Move!

Okay. Now put it on.

See

So these guys just got together
and decided to pull this thing off?

You know, something this elaborate,

it's likely they've
known each other for years, actually.

Hey, I just got off
the phone with the people

who produce Gods of Combat.

Turns out they have
six million players worldwide,

40,000 of which are DC residents.

Garcia, if they're capable
of this type of violence in real life,

do you think we'd see
some sort of evidence of it

in their gaming history?

What type of evidence?

Yeah, he's talking about the universal
online gaming code of conduct.

Sure. It prevents against stuff like
harassing, threatening other players,

cyber-bullying, that kind of thing.

How's this supposed
to help us find these kids?

Instead of looking
for people who play the game,

we need to
look for people who were kicked out.

What do you think
is happening to them?

I don't know, Wendy.

You think they're dead?

I said I don't know.

Come on.

-Let's stick together, okay?
-

Yeah?

Hey, guys,
I think I found something.

When I downloaded the TPF file,
I was able to extract the source code

and generate an outpost
based on blacklisted hell mod players.

English, please?

Oh, yeah.

Mod levels are hacked modifications
to the game.

They were not a part
of the original game design.

They're secret levels.
The only ones who could find them

are those that know they even exist.

And the hell mod in this game was like
a battle royale.

I mean, literally, anything goes.
There are no rules.

If you get killed off playing hell mod,
your entire gaming profile is deleted.

A profile that would have
taken years for them to build.

The sudden loss
of access to their game

could be what spun them out of control.

Let me get this straight.

Instead of starting over,
they decided to build their own game?

It's more than that.

This is a competition.

Trent, she's catching up.
Hurry up!

Come on, man.

Come on! Come on!

Damn it! You blew the lead.

What happened to you?

Don't listen to her. Keep going!

Unlock the box,
then blow his brains out.

You complete this mission,

you move to the next round.

The next...

What... What is this?

Make me proud.

I did what you wanted already!

Trent, what's happening?

Focus, dude.

Say something!

-Trent!
-

You know, I wonder
what your family would say.

What, you didn't think
I did my research?

I can't believe you're blowing it!

Damn it, Trent!

You still live on Deep Wood Lane?

Maybe I should go get
your little brother Dylan

to come and take your place.

He takes the bus, too, right?

No.

Please don't hurt them.

Hurry up, Trent!

Use the key to open
the box on the table.

You'll thank me later.

That's the barrel. It doesn't fit there.

Hurry up. Hurry up, Addyson,
he's almost there.

Load it. Load it! You got it.

You got it!

Go on, shoot him. Shoot him!

Shoot her! Shoot her!

Yes!

Okay, a month ago two players
were kicked out at the same time

for hacking into hell mod.
Previous to that,

they'd both logged thousands
of hours playing the game,

dating back to early 2000.

You got any names, Garcia?

No, just online handles, but,
you know what's weird?

They were both
playing from the same IP address.

So they live together.

-They're roommates, maybe?
-Or siblings.

Did you see that?
She just walked up to him and boom!

It's just the first round.

Trent. Oh, my God.

Oh, you felt that rush,
didn't you?

I knew you would.

No. I didn't feel anything.

Trent, I'm sorry. He made me do it.

Oh, yeah. Not knowing
if it was gonna be you or him

lying in that pool of blood.

Hey, you gotta pull yourself together.

It's time to meet your next opponent.

Girl.

Dude, I beat you with a girl.

I get it.

Let me show you again.

- -Boom!

Let's go. Come on.

-Round Two.
-All right.

Let's go, number four. You're up.

- -

I can't. I can't.

Maybe you didn't
understand me the first time.

No, I'm going.

Okay. It's okay.

I'll take her place!

I'll take her place.

Dude, no, that's not part of the rules.

It's okay.

-Wendy! No!
-

Wendy! Wendy, come on.
Why are you doing this?

You guys are crazy!

Hey, what the hell was that?

What? He volunteered.
You don't need her any more.

She was my player.

Oh, come on. She was your pawn.
She was gonna die anyway.

You don't know that.

Can we please get back to the game?

Take the corridor to your left.

There's a box with a gun near the end.

Take it. You're gonna need it.

It doesn't make any sense.

It they are siblings,
how do you explain the gaps in time

when they weren't logged in
at the same location?

Yeah, it looks like
it happened several times a year,

sometimes from different states.

Maybe their parents got divorced.

Maybe the parents got divorced.

Maybe the parents got divorced.

Leave it to the genius
to come up with the obvious.

Here we go. Here we go.
Joshua and Matthew Moore.

They both went to Central High.

Their parents worked
two jobs each to make ends meet.

Led to a messy divorce. Joshua
went to live with his dad in Arizona.

Matthew stayed with his mom in DC.

That's how they knew when to strike.
They probably rode the same bus route.

Long hours, different schedules.
They were latchkey kids.

Video games became their sitters.

As they got older,
they got more competitive

and it became all about
bragging rights.

This game became
the core of their sibling rivalry.

Only it wasn't just a game.Gods of Combat

was their one constant
connection to one another.

Oh, come on, Addyson,
get over it.

There's casualties in every war.

Let's go. Your enemy's closing in.

Are you all right

Don't come near me.

Oh. What's going on

Take out your gun and shoot her.
She already killed Trent.

Trent's dead?

I had no choice.

You're going to be next.

It's either you or her, Billy.

No.

They said they'd hurt my family.

Shoot her!

Now!

I'm sorry, Billy.

Shoot her!JOSHUA: Shoot him.

Clear!

If they're in here together,
why are they using these?

It's what they're using
to communicate with their players.

- -Uhh!

I recognize that "Uhh."

I have gone through
every frequency and wavelength

and I haven't been able
to pick up on anything.

All right, well, just slow down.

-I'm frustrated.
-I get that.

All right, let's go back.

-You've checked Audix?
-Yes.

All right. Nady Systems Electro-Voice

Yes, yes, and yes.
I've gone through every frequency

in the frickin'
northern hemisphere and nothing.

I don't know. I mean, these are the
only frequencies that I know

that are aboveground.

Wait.

Underground.

No, I said aboveground.

ELF, extremely low frequency.

It's the only one
that can penetrate underground!

Got a hit.

You have lipstick on your face.

Picked up a ping on the ELF.

It's emanating from somewhere
in this 25-mile radius, west of Bolivar.

What fits?

Well, there's a few old factories and
a couple of bunkers from the '70s.

What is this?

The old paper mill.

You know, given the size and location,
that could be the perfect spot.

I'll go pull the schematics.

Find him. He's in there.
If you miss this time, you'll be sorry.

Oh, come on. It froze!

Hello

If someone is there,
please say something.

My name is Penelope
and I'm with the FBI.

They're listening to us.

No, no, wait, listen.
You're safe. I isolated the signal.

They can't hear us right now.
What is your name?

I'm Billy. You've gotta help us.

What the hell is he doing?

Why isn't it working?

What the hell was that?

I don't know.
It was working fine a second ago.

Damn it!

Lost the signal.

I bet that bitch screwed up
something with that last shot.

No.
Something's interfering with the signal.

You did this, didn't you?

Me?

What the hell are you talking about?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

Matt, you gotta be kidding me.

Listen, Billy,
we are on our way right now.

You just need to hang tight
a little while longer.

-I know you're wearing a collar.-Yeah.

I'm gonna help you take it off. Okay?

I tried that already.
It keeps shocking me.

Billy, listen to me.
They can't hurt you any more. Got it?

Um...

There you go. Okay.

Now, I want you to find me
something sharp in there.

Remember,
when Mom and Dad split up,

we made a promise

that we'd stick together always.

It's us against the world, dude.

It's always been that way.

Come on.

Put down the gun.

What

Someone hacked into our signal.

They know where we are.

Make sure that you... Billy?

Billy, can you hear me?

What happened?

They shut down the system.

Listen to me, okay?

The police are on the way.
They can't hurt us any more.

They can't hurt us.

Hold still.
I'm going to get the shock collar off.

I had to reboot
the whole system.

It's gonna be a few hours.

Where are you going?

I'm not waiting.

What are you doing?

-There's only one way to finish this.
-

Game on.

-Come on.
-Okay.

-You can do it. You can do it.
-Okay.

-Okay.
-Okay.

-You got it. You got it.
-Okay.

No! No!

Where do you think you're going, huh?

Uh-uh. Now is not the time to play hero.

Let her go!

Unless you want her blood
on your hands,

literally,

you'll put the gun down.

Billy. Just put it down.

Go ahead. Listen to the girl.

Do it!

You, come on. Come on!

Let's go. That's it. That's it.

Billy...

Now, I'm gonna do
what my players couldn't.

Drop the gun, Matt.

It's okay, it's over.

FBI! Drop your weapon!

I'm Agent Morgan. This is Agent Rossi.
We're the good guys.

Now drop the gun.

How do I know this isn't
part of the game?

Kid, you gotta trust me, just like
you trusted my friend Penelope.

Come on, now. I know you're scared,

but don't do anything stupid.

Drop the weapon!

- -

Mom!

My baby boy!

I'm so sorry, Trent.

Where's Josh

Where's Josh?

You answer me. Where's my brother?

He's dead?

I guess I won.

Frederick Douglass said,

"It is easier to build strong children
than to repair broken men."

Hey.

Thanks for everything today.

I'm glad I could help.

Do you want to go and get
a drink with me, right now, talk?

Oh, um...

I, uh...

I kind of already have plans.

Oh.

It's just that we have
reservations and stuff.

Yeah, I get it. You don't have to
explain anything to me.

I'll see you around.

-Right. See you around.
-

How you doing?

Do you ever have one of those days

that you want to unplug
from everything

Give me your phone.

And your tablet.

And your other phone.

Okay. Tonight you're
coming to my house.

We're going to listen to Tony Bennett
on vinyl and drink 18-year-old Scotch.

Uh... I don't drink Scotch.

-You'll learn.
-

Thanks.

-Anytime.
-