All language subtitles for Criminal.Minds.Suspect.Behavior.S01E02

I know this is hard...

But I need you to tell me
exactly what happened.

Start from the beginning.

Please
don't make me do this.

- Anything
you might have seen--

even the smallest details
are important.

I don't want to remember.

I shouldn't have been there.

- Don't blame yourself.
- My heart was racing.

You know that--that tense
feeling in your stomach

when you feel like something bad
is about to happen?

Slow down. Do you remember
what he looked like?

Did he say anything to you?

- Can we stop?
I-I can't do this anymore.

You're doing great.
Just tell me what happened next.

He must have followed me.
It happened so fast.

He--he pulled me
into the room, and...

When he kissed my neck,
my--my skin was crawling.

I felt like
I was gonna be sick.

I just closed my eyes and prayed
that it would be over soon.

What was going
through your mind?

Did you like it?
Were you excited?

How could you ask me that?

Tell me...
In that moment,

did you feel anything?

No.

Then what happened?

He looked at me.

He was so confused,

so shocked,
like he didn't know why--

why I did this.

He knew he was about to die,
and--and it terrified him.

That's beautiful.
I am so proud of you.

[The Rolling Stones'
Street Fighting Man]

♪ ♪

♪ everywhere
I hear the sound ♪

♪ of marching,
charging feet, boy ♪

♪ 'cause summer's here ♪

♪ and the time is right
for fighting ♪

♪ in the street, boy ♪

♪ and what can a poor boy do ♪

♪ except to sing
for a rock-and-roll band? ♪

♪ 'cause
in sleepy London town ♪

♪ there's just no place ♪

♪ for a street fighting man ♪

♪ no ♪

[Beeping, lock opens]

All right,
so we got three men stabbed

in the last two weeks

late at night
in their hotel rooms.

Any connection
between the victims?

Cincinnati P.D.
doesn't think so.

All three
were single businessmen

traveling through town,

but none of them worked
in similar fields.

According to flight records,

they weren't
frequent fliers there.

It was the first time
in Cincinnati

for two of the three victims.

- So all three were found
like this--

underwear,
no pants, no shirt.

Allow me to offer
a brilliant piece of profiling.

They were all lured
by women.

- Is that really all it takes
to lead a man to his death--

the promise of sex?

Is that a trick question?

Surveillance camera
grabbed this.

She was seen in two
of the three hotels.

She wasn't a registered guest.

They haven't been able
to track her down.

Female serial killers
only account

for 14% of offenders,

and they're not usually
this violent.

Exactly. So we have to
understand what created this.

And quickly,
because our unsub is killing

in four-day cycles.

Which means we may only have
a day before she strikes again.

Look at me.

I just want you to be happy.

What's wrong with me?

I don't know
what I'm doing anymore.

Please help me.

When he looked
into your eyes

and took his final breath,

tell me the truth--
[Woman crying]

It turned you on,
didn't it?

Yes.

♪ Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior 01x02 ♪
Lonely Hearts
Original Air Date on February 23, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

- Detective.
- Mike Stone.

Sorry for the accommodations.

There's an overflow
at the precinct.

Oh, I love what
you've done with the place.

Yeah, the department
seized this place

in a drug raid
a few months ago--

low-level stuff.
- War room?

War room.

Should have everything
you need, though--

kitchen, phones, WiFi.

None of these victims
were robbed.

There hasn't been any indication
killer did this for money.

- All these hotels--
were they high-end?

Yeah. Nicest spots
in Cincinnati.

Hotels are transient,
easy to clock random victims.

But not very easy
to slip in and out of unseen.

We should get
to that crime scene.

Well, I wouldn't hold
your breath

for any forensic evidence.

Killer even wiped the last
body down with bleach.

Really?
She didn't do that before.

Crime scenes, yes.
Bodies, no.

She's just covering
her tracks.

If something's changed,
it's got to be for a reason.

Okay, you guys
go to the last hotel.

Gina, come with me
to the morgue.

If there's an evolution
to these killings,

we need to figure out
what that is.

She wasn't
a registered guest here.

Neither the night security
or our staff

recalls a blonde woman
fitting that description,

and they would have noticed
a skirt that short.

She couldn't have been
with the convention crowd.

You were busy last night?

The Fairmark
is the top hotel in town.

Our suites are booked
months in advance.

I guess those suites are
probably pretty private, right?

Tucked away
from all the other rooms?

- That's a wide-angle
varifocal lens.

It captures everything
up to 50 feet

and up to 500 lines
of resolution.

You're telling me that
someone just slipped past that?

We handed all the footage
over to the police.

Leggy female enters
a luxury hotel late at night,

alone, undetected,
doesn't check in...

You're thinking
a paid escort.

- She might have a record--
narrows down our search.

This is a respectable hotel.

Well, if there were clients
in your respectable hotel,

then there'd be
a service entrance

that the girls use, right?

I'm afraid that camera
isn't working.

You mean you broke it.

Let's try this again.

How do hookers
get in and out of here?

Every appointment
goes through me.

If she was a working escort,
I didn't know her.

- Thank you, sir,
for the five-star service.

- The cuts are one-inch wide
and five inches deep,

one-inch serrated.

So he most likely died
from blood loss.

Was anything
taken from the body?

I don't know. You'd have
to check with the police.

I mean more like a trophy.

It may seem innocuous, but
it could be personal for her--

a fingernail
or a lock of hair?

Nothing that stood out.

What's bothering you?

She missed.

You see?

First blow
incapacitates him.

Then she moves
around the back,

stabs through to the spleen.

Then the adrenals...

Then the diaphragm.

She missed
every major organ.

The first murder was
a clean stab to the heart.

The second
was a severed carotid.

This is no way
to kill someone efficiently.

So why is she butchering
him like this?

It's a step back.
It's not an advancement.

So the unsub's either
a prostitute

or luring men with sex.

Either way, it shows
a level or organization.

But the M.O. is devolving.
Why's that, guys? Why?

Maybe the victims
represent a man

who's abused
or rejected her, and...

She's devolving emotionally
with every kill.

- The three men
were just visiting--

no personal connection.

No valuables
were touched in the room,

no financial gain.

No trophies were taken
from the body.

The murder itself
may not mean that much to her.

Right. And females suffocate,
drown, poison.

They don't usually stab.

If we profile her
like a man,

we would find
a stone-cold psychopath.

But her behavior
is erratic.

We remove emotion
from the equation,

and that would explain
her total lack of empathy

in these
extremely vicious acts.

All masked by the ability
to appear completely normal.

Overkill's
almost always personal.

We stick to the plan.

There's five luxury hotels
downtown--she's killed in three.

Detective Stone has men
scoping out all five,

wants us to work
the security rooms

of the two
that she hasn't hit yet.

- Want to go?
- I'm in.

Have Penelope link
into the security systems.

I want every moment
catalogued.

We're looking for a blonde
female, fair skinned.

She moves
throughout the environment

without attracting
too much attention to herself.

Yeah, you're describing
half the women in here.

Most likely got
a bag on her,

something to hold
her knife and tools--

nothing too big, though.
- Wait. You see that?

Right there.

Rear entrance, east side.

You got it?

All right, move it
to the right for me.

- Penelope, you there?
- Uh-huh.

Bad dye job.
I'm all over her.

Odd time at night to use
a service entrance.

Okay.
We got her.

Into the stairs.

See if you can catch her
in the next hall.

Where'd she go?
Penelope, where'd she go?

Guys, there's nothing wrong
with that camera.

The woman just isn't there.

Stone, meet us on three.

When you get to the end
of the hallway, turn left.

The room
will be right there.

There are
four rooms here.

- Give me a beat--
checking hotel logs.

Only one of those rooms
is occupied--room 12.

I got a master key.

We sure she went in here?

You sure you want
to take a chance?

[Man grunting]
Go.

Okay, show me your hands!
Hands in the air!

No knife.

It happened again.

Did you like him?

Did this man remind you of me?

Why can't I stop?

I'm in your thoughts.

Time stands still with you.

Don't cry.
You're so strong.

You inspire me.

Now, tell me...

What did he look like?

So much for the unsub
fancying hotels.

These murders have been
all over the news,

yet she continues
to alter her M.O.

This is an awfully
public place.

She stabbed him here
in the middle of the room.

And then she dragged him
to the couch.

He's twisted the wrong way.

She would have struggled
to drag him here,

and he would have flopped
onto the couch.

Look, his knees
face the cushion,

but the axis of his body--
it's been adjusted.

So she posed him?
Why not the others?

- Stone-cold psychopath.

How long did it
take him to die?

Hard to say.

Cursory--I'd guess
six or seven minutes.

Okay, so the first victim
died instantly.

Then the second--

took four minutes
for him to bleed out.

She's prolonging the deaths.
Why?

Pull the photos
of the other murders.

Lay them out in order.
Tell me what you see.

One, two,

and three.
This chair's off.

That one's definitely
been moved.

You guys see this?

The chairs--they move closer
and closer to the body

with each murder.
It's an observation point.

The unsub...

Sat beside the victim...

As if keeping vigil,

waiting for them to die.

It's the waiting
she's interested in,

not the killing.
She's fascinated by the death.

In nomine patris
et fillii et spiritus sancti.

An angel of mercy killer
euthanizes their patients,

which can lead to a fascination
with the death process.

Maybe we should look
at nurses

and medical professionals.
Scour hospital records

for any unusual patterns
of sudden death.

Maybe our unsub's graduated
from mercy killings

to something worse.

Hey.
Penelope.

You're on speaker.

- Yeah, fyi--

researching how long
it takes victims to die

is not my favorite hobby.

I like knitting
and making soup.

- Find anything?
- Not so much.

I searched vicap
for individuals

with an icky fascination
of death

in and around Cincinnati--
came up with zilch.

That was anticlimactic.

Ah, the climax happens now.

Being the resourceful
girl scout that I am,

I found a cookie
that will probably prove useful.

Ta-da.

What are we looking
at here, P?

- A police report--
young girl, stabbed,

told an EMT that the perp
wanted to watch

as she bled to death.

Kind of spooky specific,
don't you think?

This date is four years ago.

Did they catch
the attacker?

- Uh-uh, 'cause when the police
went to go ask her a question,

she said
she didn't remember anything.

All right,
so ping that address to us.

Hang on.
Our unsub's killing men.

Victimology's different--how do
we know there's a connection?

Waiting for someone
to take their last breath

requires
severe emotional vacancy.

I think it's unusual enough
to look into.

I was walking home
from school,

and some guy wanted
my computer bag.

Jill fought him off.

And then he attacked me.

I must have blacked out,

'cause I just woke up
in the hospital.

Uh, why are you asking her
about this now?

- You--you told the EMT

that the attacker wanted
to watch you die.

Is that correct?

I'm so sorry.

I know this is difficult,

but we need to know
what you're not telling us.

I knew him.

I was a transfer student.

I didn't really have
any friends.

I walked home from school
every day alone.

That's...
When he noticed me.

He told me my eyes sparkled.

Guys don't look
at me that way.

No one's ever called me
pretty before.

He was way older
and so different.

He...

Asked me to...

Cut school for him
and sneak out at night.

And he wanted you
to do more things...

Things that you knew
were wrong?

Well, it started...

It started small,

like stealing...

Stuff like that.

And then...

One night
he tried to convince me

to bring a friend
so he could hurt her.

I knew there was
something wrong with him.

And so she went
to break it off.

And that was the night
he stabbed you.

I thought that
he was just kidding around.

But then he...

Pushed the knife
into my chest,

and everything turned cold.

I couldn't feel my arms.

And then he just stared at me

and said that he wanted to see
the sparkle leave my eyes.

And he moved the chair...

Next to you.

[Softly]
Then he kissed me.

[Crying]

The knife missed her heart
by a centimeter.

Jill held her breath
for as long as she could,

and after he thought
she was dead,

he left the room,
and she managed to call 911.

Please tell us his name.

Are you here because
something happened?

Did he escape?

- Wait--did--
did who escape?

- The man that did this to her
is already in prison--

Marcus Graham.

Excuse me.

- I got him, I got him--
Marcus Lee Graham.

Turns out some girls
went missing that summer

in Cincinnati.

This mailman sees blood
on Graham's driveway,

calls the cops.

Police find one, two,
three bodies in the woods

behind his cabin.

So he's still locked up.

- Oh, yeah,
life, no chance for parole--

sadist killer sicko,
whole pervert tamale.

All right, thank you.

Bye.

When Jill was in a coma...

I watched the news.

[Voice breaking]
All those mothers

who lost their daughters--

it was heartbreaking.

[Sniffles]
After Jill woke up,

he was already behind bars.

And the police--
they never connected

her attack
with the other girls.

Why didn't you testify?

What good would that kind
of shame and humiliation do?

So they could call
my daughter a Lolita...

So lawyers could tell her
that she was asking for it?

[Crying]
Jill was only 14.

I didn't want to put her
through it.

[Sobbing]

Don't worry.

He can't do anything
to you anymore.

Call Mick and Prophet,
tell them to go to the prison.

We'll meet them there.

What are you thinking?
He can't be our unsub.

You see the bond between
that mother and daughter?

It was rock solid,
but he got between them.

So if he can indoctrinate her,

then that means
he can control somebody else.

He might be killing
from prison by proxy.

Intake detail
report to the transport yard.

- Who are you?
- FBI.

- Want to ask you some questions.
- About...?

A series of murders
in hotel rooms.

What does that
have to do with me?

We want to talk to you

about who might want to copy
your signature.

You two are FBI?

Who's behind that glass?

Are you the boss?
Sit down.

I'd like to speak to an Agent
with rank, not a temp.

[Buzzer sounds]

Awesome.

Thanks for playing.

You asked for me?
What do you want?

Are you in charge?

Have a seat...

And I'll tell you
everything.

And could you please get me
a soda?

[Pounding at door,
buzzer sounds]

Got something
you want to say to me?

What is it?

I might know the type
of person you're looking for.

Sure.

The murders
oddly resemble yours.

Well, I must be
very inspiring.

- The agents
behind that glass--

they think there's
a copycat out there.

But I think that there's
something bigger happening here.

What do you think?

Can you open my soda?

No.

They said men
are being murdered,

but I was arrested
for attacking women.

How exactly do you think
I'm involved?

- So condescending--

phrases everything
in a question.

He's angling for control.

Have you had
many unsolved cases?

Cooper will never let
that happen.

Why do you ask?

He's allowing him
to have the upper hand

so that he can get
what he wants.

You asked for me, Marcus.

Why do you care how I feel
about my unsolved cases?

Is that frustrating...
When you can't figure it out?

- Of course.
- Was that too personal?

I'm sorry.

I do that sometimes.

Don't worry.
I'm sure you'll catch her.

Why do you think so?

Because
you're smart, right?

I mean, you're the one
with the badge.

[Knock at door,
buzzer sounds]

[Door closes, lock closes]

Beth, Prophet...

Go to the intake station,
get the visitor logs.

You guys go get the gear.
We're setting up shop here.

You really think
he's involved?

He said that he's sure
that we'd catch her.

The fact the killer's a woman
was never released to the press.

He knows who our unsub is.

You got it, man.

And I'm gonna find out
how you're working with her.

What are you
looking at?

You.

Am I on your mind?

- Are you thinking of me?
- Always.

I feel my actions
are yours...

[Kettle whistling]
Like you're moving inside me.

We have visitor logs
and letters.

Guards scan and copy
each of them

before they're mailed
in or out.

- There are hundreds here.
- These women think

they're in a committed
relationship with him.

I thought my love life
was depressing.

I know guys like this.

The ones who receive
the most letters

are usually
the most violent killers.

This guy's a bona fide
rock star.

Some of these people
visit regularly.

- All his face-to-face
conversations are monitored.

Let's take a look
at the transcripts.

This widens the pool
in a bad way, guys.

Collect the names.

Penelope will do psych evals,
cross-checking victims of abuse.

Also, we should send her
the letters,

let her check and sweep them,

see if she can get
the text quickly.

This unsub
is on a four-day kill cycle.

We have to find the submissive
to his dominant quickly.

He fits the profile.

Dominants don't just
exercise authority.

They have
an uncontrollable urge for it.

- What does he have over her?
- He's convinced her

that violence
is the only way to love him...

His own twisted version
of remote influencing.

He clued that he knows
the unsub.

He gave us that.
You think it was intentional?

Definitely.
This is all a game to him.

In his mind, he's creating
some battlefield--

good versus evil.

When they got you
penned up,

that's all you do
is play games in your head.

He feels powerful
when he manipulates.

His power makes him arrogant.

I'm gonna take that
away from him.

[Buzzer sounds]

Sit down.

Sit down. What do you think
you're doing?

Over there.

I thought I was being
transferred back to my cell.

Do you know...

How lonely prison is

when there's nobody
to talk to,

when there's nobody
to write to?

You're nervous.

Why should I be?

You came to me.

You're the one that has
to kneel at my feet

because you need my help.

I'm also the one
who can take away

what little freedoms
you have left.

You have privileges.

Those can vanish.

No letters, no calls,

no people--

I can cut you off
from communicating with anybody.

I haven't done anything.

I'm just answering
your questions.

How long do you think
it's gonna take

for us to figure this out?

Give me a name.

I play alone.

Let me rephrase it for you.

Give me her name.

I want my lawyer.

You ready?

Knuckles are cracking,
and hit me.

The unsub is
in direct contact with him.

Start with a list
of visitors and pen pals.

Separate out the women.

Look for any
with a troubled childhood.

Count out anyone living
in multifamily homes,

even roommates.

She's introverted,
probably emotionally isolated,

and a recluse.

That does not help much.

Prison groupies
are a pretty solitary crowd.

Well, she seduces men,

which tells us she's functional
enough to appear normal.

She probably
has a steady job.

But she's also caught
in some type of fantasy world.

You got any creative types?

Okay, hold on, hotshots.
Fingers can only move so fast.

Penelope, I need you to check
for any changes

in the frequency of letters
that correspond to the murders.

Wait.
Here's something.

A letter every day, and then
nothing for the last two weeks.

What do we know about her?

Let's see.
We know she's 30.

Uh, she lives alone,

never been married,

and she owns
a vintage bookstore downtown.

Please tell me she's blonde.

And it doesn't even
look like a dye job.

- Look at it.
- Maya Hazel.

Talk to us.

She had a thyroid
glandular deformity

when she was young.

Wouldn't that cause her
to be overweight?

And this is the sad part.

She wanted to be some sort
of ideal woman for him.

From the text, it looks like
she lost a bunch of weight,

worked out like crazy,
totally transformed herself.

Could this be our girl?

If she was heavy, she could
have been ridiculed as a child.

Those scars last.

P, pull
her medical records.

Any issues with depression?

A steady cocktail
of tricyclics and MAOIs.

I'm checking
her pharmacy records right now.

Oh, man.
Maya tried to commit suicide.

She--she was released
from the hospital two weeks ago.

She hasn't been
heard from since.

That lines up
with our murder.

That could be her stressor.
Where can we find her?

[Telephone rings]

Is there anyone here?

Ms. Hazel?

Hey, we're with the FBI.
We just want to talk to you.

Will you explain
to my attorney

what it is you think
I'm guilty of?

Trust me, you'll enjoy this.

I believe that your client

might be an accessory
to a series of recent murders.

And you're questioning him
without his attorney?

- I volunteered to talk.
- Cooperate now.

I'll see to it
that your privileges

aren't completely revoked.

Otherwise...

You'll spend the rest
of your time here in solitary.

How's that make you feel?

- Don't answer that.
- Marcus...

We know you're working
with someone.

Our agents are closing in
on her as we speak.

So if you don't cooperate
with us right now...

I will throw you in solitary.

It's now...

Or it's never.

There's no way
he's making a deal.

Shut up.
What are you offering?

You confess right now,
you give me her name,

I'll discuss
an appropriated agreement.

Confess to what?

You think these women
are so in love with me

they'd go out and kill?

Do you know how ridiculous
that sounds?

Marcus, stop talking.

Not yet.

I mean, what kind of a loser
would cut up a man

just because I told her to?

There's a woman out there,

and this woman thinks
that you love her.

And you think
she'd obey me like a dog.

[Laughs]

It's a joke.

I need to be alone
with my client.

Certainly.

- Those unsolved cases--

that hurts when you
can't solve them, doesn't it?

[Knocking at door]

[Buzzer sounds]
You're pretending.

You're pretending
that none of this gets to you.

What's that smell?

[Scoffs] Guys, you want
to check this out.

Looks like
she's been living here.

Yeah, I'd say that.

Maya?

- Hey, stop!
- Aah!

Hey, we just want to talk
to you about Marcus, Maya!

- Maya, stop!
- Hey, stop!

We read your letters.
We know you're heartbroken.

It's okay.
Okay, Maya, listen...

We just want
to help you, okay?

We just want to help you,
that's all.

It is over!
It is so over!

You have to stop, Maya.

[Sobbing]
He said he didn't love me.

We know you overdosed
a couple weeks ago.

You don't want to feel
that pain again.

Come on, give me the knife.

Whatever's running
through your head right now

is not the answer, okay, Maya?
We just want to help you.

Now, we're gonna lower
our weapons, okay?

Do you have any idea
what I've done?

No, no, no! No!

Call an ambulance!
Call an ambulance!

[Maya sobbing]

- Here, stop the blood.
- It's okay.

I slept with other men
for him.

He wanted me to imagine
it was us,

and then he wanted
to hear all the details.

Okay, it's okay.
We know, okay?

We also know you didn't really
mean to stab those men.

What are you talking about?

I never stabbed anybody.

[Buzzer sounds, door opens]

[Cell phone ringing]

[Beep]
Hey.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Okay.

What's wrong?

Maya Hazel was in therapy
the nights of the murders.

Marcus manipulated her
into having sex with other men,

but she's not our unsub.

So where to now?

Marcus is a narcissist.

He would never allow himself
to be controlled.

His type--they wouldn't
even allow anybody

to contemplate
making a deal for him.

I don't know.

Rewind the tape for me.

Okay.

Look at the nonverbals here.

Look at the body language.

She--she--
she's totally submissive.

When he is berating anyone
that would kill for him,

she looks almost ashamed.

And that's when she said she
wanted a moment alone with him.

- These the visitor logs?
- Yes.

Find out how often
she visits him, will you?

Well, a lot.

They seem to correspond with
the mornings after each murder.

Call the front gate.

That attorney
who just left here--

tell them to stop her car
from leaving!

If she is our unsub,
why bring her here?

- It's a game.
- To what end--

to taunt us,
to degrade her?

Sorry, that car just left
the lot two minutes ago.

To instruct her
to kill her victim

right there in front of us.

Nice move.

Well played.
Well played.

I know who she is, though,

and I will catch her.

So this is your final offer...

Or that is the last light
that you will ever see.

Where is Rachel?

You ever see kids
walk onto a stage

at a spelling bee
who don't know the answer?

That's your answer?

They start spelling
the word anyway.

Then they get stuck.

[Knock at door]

[Buzzer sounds]
Don't you find that strange?

The hot lights
in their face...

The more they go on,
the more confusing it gets.

Who is she?

- Rachel Lancroft--
29 years old.

She was a paralegal before she
completed her online law degree.

She started working on Marcus'
appeal three years ago.

We have a county-wide A.P.B.
out on her car.

She'll stay in the city.

Marcus has instructed her
every step of the way,

so he won't stop now.

Are the other guys
at the safe house?

Yeah. And they're waiting
for further instructions.

We need to look
into her past

for any behavioral clues
to tell us where she might go.

We know she's killing in
wealthier, more crowded venues.

Why?
Wait. Why's Marcus doing this?

Because he can.
He's a sociopath.

A sadist like him
has to relive his crimes.

The guy's in jail.
He needs a surrogate to do it.

He's convinced her
to do the same sick things

he used to do--
fusing sex and violence.

He's counseling her
on precisely

how to cut these bodies
so these victims die slowly.

And then Rachel explains
to him in precise detail

how the murders took place.

Every conversation protected
by attorney/client privilege.

That's how it flew
under the radar.

- Rachel is so indoctrinated,
she--she's lost.

She has no idea
who she is anymore.

[Car horn honks]

He knows we're watching him.

Power play is important.

So we'll alter
this dynamic.

How you gonna do that?

He's emboldened.
He's overconfident.

Typically, he's able to control
women that are wounded.

But...

He won't be able to handle
a strong, opinionated one.

Me?

I'd be delighted.

He likes to embarrass
in front of an audience,

so keep your emotions
at bay.

So don't kick a chair.

- Don't kick a chair.
- Okay.

Take these.
Use these.

[Knock at door]

[Door opens, closes]
Thank you.

[Buzzer sounds]

Who are you?

Are you the boss?

No, you're the lady the boss
sent in to babysit.

I'm the boss.
You're the baby.

Recognize her?

You think showing me
a photo of my mother's

gonna make me flinch?

- These are the women
in your life--

victims, relatives,

all the women who inspire
so much hostility.

You're a predator.

You prey upon young,
impressionable girls.

We know you met Rachel
through an online dating site.

Wow, you know so much.

I bet you don't know
what's gonna happen next.

You told her
she was beautiful,

pretended to be her friend,
drew her in,

encouraged her...

Told her to finish
her law degree

and pull her life together,

and then you took that
newfound confidence she had,

and you turned it against her.

When she confided in you
about her Uncle molesting her...

Mick.
I know where she's going.

You turned it on her.

You made her feel guilty
for what he did.

That type of emotional abuse

is essential for you,
isn't it?

Disempowering women,

hide your own panic.

You tell your girlfriends
you can't sleep with them

because you don't have
conjugal visits.

We both know
that's not true.

You don't sleep with them
because you can't.

And when we're done here today

and details are released
about your reprehensible life,

one of the things
people will remember

is how pathetically
inadequate you are.

We're done.

[Sighs]

Was that okay?

- You were perfect.
- Thank you.

Perfect.

You like to watch people die.

Why is that?

Do you believe in God?

There's a symbol
on your holster.

It's Samael.
He's an angel.

Angels only exist
in servitude of God.

[Speaking Latin]

And you, Marcus...

Named right from marchosias,

an angel who fell from heaven

and became a demon.

Is that you?

We're the same,
you and me.

Stop pretending we're not.

Is that what you think?

Who do you serve?

Who are you exactly?

If I tell you,
it'll ruin the moment.

Are you
a sexual sadist, Marcus?

If you say so.

I watched every move you made
from behind that glass,

every single shift
of your body,

every single blink
of your eye.

You said nothing.

But you couldn't take your eyes
off of the photo...

Could you?

You know, the one
that Rachel told you about.

The little angel
that got away.

Do you think
you're winning?

I think...

This is over.

You're playing chess, but...

We're three moves ahead.

It's okay. It's okay.
You're okay.

You're okay.
You're okay.

It's okay.

Are you gonna tell him
she's dead?

No, but he knows.

[Marcus humming]
[Buzzer sounds]

He does not win.

I know.

The man will be incarcerated
for the rest of his life,

solitary confinement.

We stopped a murderer.

It's about as clear a victory
as you're gonna get.

Yeah.

Samuel.

Bishop Sanford.

You've been coming here
more often.

Is everything okay?

I like the quiet here.

Stop being so proud.

Can I see it?

Of course.

[Clears throat]

Kind of dark,
don't you think?

I like the texture,
and, uh...

There's a lot of conflict.

He's falling from heaven...

But there's nothing underneath
to catch him.

Because he's being sucked
into a black hole.

The gravity is so strong

that he doesn't even realize
that he's falling.

You know, most people
think that black holes

are a dead space.

But scientists, uh...

Believe
they're actually alive.

They swallow suns.
They swallow stars.

They swallow whole galaxies.

How does it help...

If the darkness is alive?

If they're alive,
they can't be the abyss.

Your man only needs
to open his eyes

to see his way
to the light.

Can I lock up
when I leave?

Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Leave that picture here.

You don't need to take that
home with you.

- Good night, Bishop.
- Good night.

"If you're in pitch blackness,

"all you can do is sit tight

until your eyes
get used to the dark."

Haruki Murakami.

-- sync by elderman --