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She comes like fullest moon
on happy night...

Taper of waist with
shape of magic might,

she hath an eye whose
glances quell mankind...

Make him shut up.

Nobody wants to hear
what he's got to say.

And Ruby on her cheeks
reflects this light...

[Telephone buzzes]

This is Warden Hansen.

I understand.

We'll proceed.

Envails her hips
the blackness of her hair.

Beware of curls that
bite with viper bite...

Her sides are silken soft...

[Rifles click]

While the heart mere rock behind
that surface escapes our sight...

Reporter: The Channel 13
news team is standing by

outside the walls
of Gunter state prison

to bring you live coverage.

We've received word that the
final appeal has been denied

and the scheduled execution
of Rodney Garrett

by firing squad
is now imminent.

Never while I live shall I cease
to blame myself for the past...

[Woman sobbing]

From the fringed
curtains of her eye...

She shoots shafts
that at furthest range--

We've just received confirmation
from prison officials

that at 6:43 a.m.
local time

Rodney Baines Garrett

was put to death
by firing squad,

bringing to an end
the long...

A row house
in Dupont Circle. Wow.

I can't believe
I'm doing it.

I mean, it's probably not gonna
work out anyway, right?

There are 5 other
sealed bids,

and I offered way below
what the owners are asking.

Uh-huh. Sounds to me like
someone's hoping they don't get it.

Orthophobia--
fear of owning personal property.

No, I don't have a fear
of owning stuff.

Turn me loose in a shoe store,
I'll prove that.

My fear is personal property
that weighs 300 tons.

Actually, depending on
materials used, square footage,

Well, thanks for that, Reid.

I feel light as a bird
already.

What have we got,
baby girl?

Thank you, sir.
We have a killing

in Enid, Oklahoma.

And not the capital punishment
one you are thinking of right now.

I'm talking about a woman
named Cara Smith,

who was murdered
in her apartment

minutes after the execution
of Rodney Garrett.

Neighbors saw her front door
open and discovered the body.

Look familiar?

Young, pretty,
short blond hair.

And stabbed directly
through the heart.

That's exactly the way
Garrett killed his victims.

So are we looking
at a copycat?

Or someone creating doubt
the right person was executed.

In Garrett's case
there was no doubt.

His guilt was the slam dunk
of all slam dunks.

Prints, DNA, a confession.

He even led the police to where
he buried two of his victims.

Garrett killed 25 women
before he was caught.

If this new unsub
is a copycat,

the body count's
just started.

Which is why
we can't waste time.

Wheels up in 30.

[Cat meowing]

I know, I know.
You're hungry.

Let mommy go change
and I'll feed you.

[Meowing]

[Screaming]

[Muffled screaming]

[Teakettle whistling]

[Screaming]

[Yowls]

♪ Criminal Minds 7x21 ♪
Divining Rod
Original Air Date on May 2, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

Hotch: "Sooner murder
an infant in its cradle

than nurse unacted desires."

William Blake.

A firing squad?

That's not something
you see every day.

Well, Garrett had the option
of lethal injection,

but he chose this instead.

A flair for the dramatic.

These reports indicate
no forensic evidence

at the crime scene.

- What about the icepick?
- It was generic.

No serial number
or unique metallurgy.

Well, now, it says here
that there were water droplets

and a half-filled flower vase
on top of the chest of drawers,

but no flowers.
Not in the vase,

not in the garbage,
nowhere.

Maybe the unsub
took them.

Hey, say it
like you mean it, baby.

You know I'm gonna.

So, if you look
in the dictionary,

the word "normal,"
you will see Cara Smith.

College student, well-liked,
straight as, English Lit major.

Oh, speaking of which,
I just got a transcript

of Rodney Garrett's
last words,

hot off the press, and a gold
star to the first person

who can identify
the source of this.

"She comes like fullest moon
on happy night,

taper of waist--"

"with shape of magic might."

It's from the "Thousand
and One Nights.'

not the exact translation
that I would have used,

but it's got its own merits.

And in a shocking non-upset,
we have a winner.

Garrett was
a sixth-grade dropout.

An unlikely guy
to be quoting

from a Harvard classic.

The choice of material
does make sense, though.

The book is all about
how Scheherazade

forestalled her own death
at the hands of the king

by regaling him night
after night with stories.

But in the end,
she won him over, right?

The kind found love and
he decided not to execute her.

Not a strategy
likely to work

with the Oklahoma

Department
of Corrections.

Another body's been found
half a mile from

the first victim. Same M.O.

That's 6 hours later. This guy's
not wasting a lot of time.

We land in 20 minutes.
Reid, you an JJ

go to the latest crime scene.
Rossi, you and Prentiss

talk to Garrett's widow.
Morgan and I will go to the prison.

If Garrett's got a disciple, we need
to find out who he is and fast.

[Buzzer]
Open gate.

The last thing
this town needs

is a Rod Garrett
wannabe on the loose.

Did Garrett have
any followers in prison?

No. He was a loner.
For the last 7 years

a box was Rod Garrett's
whole world.

What about visitors?

Only his wife.

According to Garrett's
prison history,

he was attacked twice
while incarcerated?

Shanked. Both times
Garrett got the upper hand

and killed the assailant
with their own knife.

Our internal investigation
determined them

to be unprovoked attacks.

Both hits might have
originated on the outside.

Well, it makes sense.
25 women brutally killed,

I can imagine there's a long list
of friends and family

who'd want Garrett dead.

Well, whoever it was,
it didn't work.

This is it.

I don't mean to sound
overly dramatic,

but there was something
unkillable about Garrett.

I had my doubts
that damn firing squad

was gonna get the job done.

No, I couldn't bring myself
to go to the execution.

Me and Rod said our goodbyes
the night before.

You supported him
until the end,

even knowing
what he'd done. Why?

10 years ago, when Rod and I
first started dating, I got sick.

Chemo. Surgeries.

It would have been easy
for Rod to move on,

find somebody else.
But he didn't.

He stood by my side.

When I was better,
we got married.

Now, Rod had to have been
sick, mentally,

to do the things that he did
to all those women.

Now, I know that.

How could I abandon him
after all he done for me?

He started killing shortly after
you were married?

Yeah.

And you never suspected
this other life he was leading?

No.

People only see what
they want to see, I guess.

Where will you go now,
Helen?

I put in for a transfer
for a job in Missouri.

Don't know anybody there.

People don't know me.
It's a fresh start.

What about family?

My family don't
want to know me.

They couldn't understand
why I'd stand by Rod

after everything
that he done.

As far as they're concerned,
I'm as just bad as him.

I'm sorry.

I do blame myself
sometimes.

A man's got needs.

You know.

Maybe things just got all
twisted up in Rod's brain.

Because when I got sick, I couldn't
give him what he wanted.

Helen, you didn't kill
those women.

Well...

I forgot I even had this.

What is it?

Divining rod.

It belonged to my great Uncle
up in Bartlesville.

He could find
well water with it.

And people say that's hocus pocus,
but it isn't.

My daddy said that I had
one of these in me.

That I could find
the bad in any man.

See beneath the surface
and find the evil.

Maybe daddy was right
the way Rod turned out.

Oh. Hey.
I'm Detective Childers.

You must be with the FBI?

I'm Agent Jareau.
This is Dr. Reid.

Hi.

Why don't y'all
follow me back here.

It's unbelievable this is
happening all over again.

Who is she?

Jodie Armstrong. Single,
works at a cosmetic counter

at a department store
downtown.

Young, pretty,
short blond hair.

Same victimology as the others.

Who discovered
the body?

Apartment manager.

A neighbor called to complain
that a teapot

in the kitchen
kept on whistling.

P.A.: [Indistinct]
At the main gate.

Anything else you need,
let me know.

Thank you. We will.

Non-prison personnel
park outside the gate

and get shuttled in.

How often
did Garrett's wife visit?

Never missed a day.
Not a one.

There'd be times she'd come,
we be in emergency lockdown

and everyone else
would go back home.

Not her.
She'd wait.

Hour after hour,
rain or shine,

just in case
lockdown got lifted.

Devoted.

Yeah. To a man who slaughtered
two dozen women.

Go figure.

You have our number.

If you remember anything
that can help us, please call.

Yeah.

It looks like your husband
has an admirer, Helen.

So please think about
any phone calls

you or he might have gotten
or any suspicious fan mail.

I will.

Most of the mail
that he got was hateful.

So I screened out
the mean, crazy ones

and I only kept
the positive ones

to take to the prison
to read to him.

People wrote him here,
not the prison?

Rod said that the guards
were opening his mail

and taking the money
that people sent.

He had a defense fund.
So I got a post office box.

Do you still have
any of those letters?

Mm-hmm. Kept 'em all.

Would you mind
if we took a look at them?

[Sighs]

You can have them.
Now that Rod's gone

I was just gonna
throw them out anyway.

Thank you.

Hey, Spence.

Look at this.

What is it?

This girl obviously
cares about her appearance.

I mean, she's fit, her nails
are perfectly done,

but look at her hair.
It's uneven.

Could it maybe be
a fashion statement,

you know, bad on purpose?

Hey, look at this.

That was taken last night.

The unsub cut her hair.

I just got home from work.
We still on for tonight?

I am pouring wine. Good ears.

It has been
that kind of week.

I should bring a jacket, right?

The restaurant always has
the A/C cranked up way too high.

[Chuckles]

Yeah? Uh-huh.

[Earring falls on floor]

Hold on.

So I'll see you there
in like an hour?

I can't wait.

[Screaming]

[Muffled screaming]

This new guy's hunting
in a different neighborhood.

He must be comfortable
in the area.

The knew the victims'
routines.

His method of ingress and
egress is quiet and unnoticeable.

Get a load of this one.

"Dear Mr. Garrett:

It took a lot of courage
to do what you did.

"Most people are cowards and don't
do what they feel inside them.

You are an inspiration
and I applaud you."

"I applaud you."

These are supposed to be
the non-wacko letters.

[Computer beeps]
Hey, guess what.

JJ's genius
has struck again.

That hunch about
the hair was right.

I'm sending you
an ATM image of Cara Smith.

She's the first victim.
This was taken

10 hours before
her murder. Check it.

The unsub
cut her hair, too.

You know, there could be
a sexual element involved.

Trichophilia is a fetish

where one becomes aroused
by the removal of hair.

Well, either way, it's starting
to look less like a copycat.

The unsub's deviating
too much from Garrett's M.O.

Garrett never took trophies.

He's also choosing
low-risk victims.

Garrett stayed with high-risk targets--
prostitutes, runaways.

Garrett also got sloppy
and left behind clues

that eventually nailed him.

This guy's careful
and meticulous.

He's not that careful.

He leaves doors open,
teapots boiling.

I think it's intentional.

He wants the bodies found so we
know when and where he's killing.

He started to shave her head.

Even more humiliation
and disrespect.

He didn't do it
to the other victims.

Detective, when was
the body discovered?

Half hour ago.

The killer left the front
and back doors open.

There's no indication
of any contact on the wine

glasses swabbed for DNA.

Not even the victim's?

The unsub probably
wiped it down.

Has anyone found an open or
empty wine bottle in the house?

We haven't found one yet.

He probably took it with him
like the flowers from the first victim.

He's killed at 6 a.m., noon,
and 6 p.m.

I don't know about you guys,
but I'm not feeling so good

about the stroke
of midnight.

Do you remember when people
used to write letters by hand?

That's how I wrote
my first book.

Give me a keyboard any day.

Oh, come on, Rossi.

The excitement of seeing
an envelope

from a friend
in your mailbox.

Now it's just an electronic ding
on your computer.

One of my various
brothers-in-law was a mailman.

He said the expression
"going postal"

made perfect sense to him.

He spent all day delivering
a mountain of letters

one at a time.

Then he'd go to work
the next morning

and there's a whole
new mountain to deal with.

And it's forever.

It sounds like our job.

It took 7 years for the world to
get rid of Rod Garrett

and 15 minutes after, a new one
pops up to take his place.

Whoa.

What is it?

"She comes like fullest moon
on happy night,

taper of waist
with shape of magic might."

The exact words Garrett said
before he was executed.

Can I see that?

Wait. Uh, you remember

the nutcase I told you about

who wrote, "I applaud you."

Exact same stationery.

Well, of course
I remember this one.

This is one of his favorites.

I read it to him many times.

When did you receive
these letters?

Oh, a while ago.
At least 3, 4 years.

We found two letters
on this same type of stationery.

Were there any more?

Not that I can recall.

What about the envelopes?

I know I was a long time
ago, but try to think.

Was there a return address?
A postmark?

Hardly anybody
put their address.

Most people didn't even
sign their names.

Well, how come
this is important?

Your husband
quoted those words

moments before
he was executed.

You didn't know that.

No.

Aaron, I think
we've got something.

Two pieces of fan mail
that could be from our unsub.

Can we pull DNA off of
either one of the letters?

No, doubtful.
The mildew damage is significant.

But whoever wrote
these to Garrett

called him an inspiration.

This could be our guy.

We thought the unsub
was trying to usurp Garrett,

but if this was the early
stage of his obsession...

Then he might have
applauded him back then.

It was sometime later that the
student became the master.

It makes sense for the timing
of the first kill.

He was waiting for Garrett
to die.

The king is dead.
Long live the king.

Now he's daring us to stop him
and the clock's still ticking.

We need to give the profile
as soon as possible.

We believe we're looking
for a white male between

the ages of 30 and 40
who is strong enough to subdue

physically fit young women
with minimum resistance.

He's forensically sophisticated
and evidence conscious.

He targets his victims in advance
and he leaves no trail.

This person is also confident.

He's been taunting us

by revealing his
crime scenes quickly.

Because of his ability to plan and
flawlessly execute his crimes,

we're looking for someone
capable of holding down a job,

even though it's probably
menial and unfulfilling.

Reid: The victims have all been
young, blond, and pretty.

As such, they reflect a certain
societal standard of perfection

that may actually represent

the type of women that are
unattainable to this unsub.

He cuts his victims' hair
and he takes it with him.

This could be another way for him
to possess a part of them.

Or to degrade
these unattainable women,

make them uglier.

Rossi: The killer has been
murdering in 6-hour increments.

He is, in effect,
time-stamping his victims.

There's no reason to believe
he will deviate from that now.

Which means the next kill
will be at midnight.

The public needs to be alerted
to stay off the streets

for all non-essential activity.

Single women should not be
in their homes alone.

Every available officer
will be out in full force tonight.

We need to blanket
this city.

We do have one advantage.

A killer who uses this kind of
precise timing and specificity

is easy to disrupt.

We can use his own M.O.
against him.

Thank you.

Reporter: The police chief has
suggested a citywide curfew,

and although it is not
a mandatory curfew,

the city of Enid tonight
resembles a ghost town.

There's nothing like a serial killer
on the loose to cut down on traffic.

The problem is,
as far as we know,

the unsub strikes from inside
the house, not out in the open.

We have to hope he's not
already in place lying in wait.

[Door creaks]

I'll be two minutes
grabbing my clothes.

You're a sweetheart
to let me stay the night.

When have I ever said no
to a sleep-over with you?

[Chuckles]

[Cell phone rings]

[Ring]

Hi, mom.

Yes, I heard,

and I've seen the news,

and I'm staying
the night with a friend.

[Whispering]
Go get the beer.

A friend, that's all.

No, I don't think
you've met her.

We go to school
together.

Yes, mom, she's fine.
I promise.

Yes, mom.

I'll call you first thing
in the morning. Promise.

Uhh!

Gary, what's--
[Gasps] Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Help! Somebody help me!

[Screaming]

Ohh!

Man: Hey! What the hell's
going on out there?!

What you got, Garcia?

I have found a thing of interest
regarding these shanking attempts

made on Garrett in prison.

- What is it?
- The timing.

See, the first time Garrett was
attacked was May 25, 2008.

The day before that, May 24
for those of you keeping score,

Garrett's imminent execution
date was postponed, right?

So then if you flash forward
to the second shanking attempt

of stabbiness, that would be
November 15, 2010.

The day before that,

his next execution date,
also postponed.

I'm gonna go out
on a limb here

and say that someone decided to
take matters into their own hands.

Thanks, Garcia.
Ever welcome, my comrades.

Well, that sounds like
what you would think

of somebody on the outside
wanting a little revenge.

They wouldn't wait 5 years,
give it two tries,

and then toss in the towel.

It sounds to me like someone just
needed Rod Garrett out of the way.

But Garrett was on death row
confined to his cell 23 hours a day.

How was he in anybody's way?

Since we're on the subject of things
that don't make sense,

the unsub left the doors open
after the murders.

Ok, that's directed at law enforcement--
catch me if you can.

But the cutting of the hair.

That's for Garrett.

Well, what makes
you think that?

Garrett chose victims
who were easy prey--

drug addicts and prostitutes.
But this unsub has chosen

more difficult targets
but gone to the trouble

of making them look like
Garrett's victims.

That's his way of telling Garrett,
"I can do better than you."

Ok, but why wait until after
the execution to start killing?

If the unsub really wanted to
thumb his nose at Garrett,

wouldn't he want him
to be alive to see it?

Exactly. That's
the doesn't make sense part.

Then we're missing
something.

All units, report
of an abduction

in the vicinity
of Canwood and Harbart.

Suspect fled in a car.
No description of the vehicle.

Canwood? That's
two blocks from here.

Hold on!

We've got a dark-colored
4-door sedan moving

at a high rate of speed

north on Van Buren.
We're in pursuit.

Look out!

Get out of the car! Put your hands
where I can see them!

No, it just--I--I was just
trying to go after him.

I was trying to follow.
Somebody took her.

[Muffled screaming]

[Sobbing]

Aah! Aah!

Help! Help!

[Siren]

Thanks.

Prentiss, the unsub
must have broken in,

saw nobody was home
and then waited.

Well, he didn't expect
the victim to have a companion.

By putting the warning out,

we messed up his plans.
He had to improvise.

[Ringing]

[Line picks up]

Garcia? Garcia.

Hey, are you awake?

Oh, my God.

I'm so awake.
It's 2:30 in the morning.

This is when I hit my stride.
I'm awake right now.

I'm lying. I fell asleep.
What do you need?

Emily Sisk.

She lives on the opposite end
of the city from the first 3 victims.

So since it's not a shared
neighborhood anymore,

is there anything else that
connects all of these women?

Are you familiar with the term,
the six degrees of separation?

I am currently up to...

15 degrees of separation

and I cannot find any connection
with the victims.

But I am going to drink
more mate and keep trying.

Ok, thanks.

[Distant siren]

Hotch, I think I found her.

You're on speaker,
Prentiss.

The unsub
must have circled back.

He dumped her just outside
the perimeter of the abduction site.

JJ: Same M.O.?

No. She's got stab wounds
all over her torso. It's bad.

And, Hotch, this time
he removed her scalp.

Overkill. He must be enraged

he wasn't able to carry
the murder out as planned.

So now we might have
another problem.

If our unsub's blueprint
is out the window,

this may transition him
into a spree killer.

I never could do that.

Do what?

Take a nap.
Never felt natural.

I'm actually wide awake,.
but for future reference,

polyphasic sleep
is completely natural,

quite common in the animal
world, and highly beneficial.

All right, 6:00's
way come and gone.

If our guy's killed again,

he's not leaving
the front door open anymore.

Or he could just be
taking a breather.

I mean, even the unsub
has to realize

that he can't keep up
this pace indefinitely.

Maybe the last murder
completed some sort of cycle.

A day and night have passed.

The sun rises for the first time
in a world without Rod Garrett.

There could also be
a more mundane reason.

Our guy's got a job and
yesterday was his day off.

He killed his first 3
victims in their homes,

but the last victim, Emily Sisk,
he tried to but couldn't.

So he abducted her,
took her somewhere else,

and then brought her all the
way back to dump her body

in front of
her apartment building.

That's incredibly risky given
the increased police presence.

There's gotta be a geographic
component to the unsub's design.

Let's connect the dots,

literally.

A tip of a spear.

Or maybe it's an arrow
pointing south?

Could he be steering us
to his next victim?

It's a quadrilateral, but there's
nothing particularly symbolic

about a 4-sided
concave polygon.

Hey, Spence. May I?

See what happens

when you add a curve
to the lines?

A heart.

Well, Garrett and the unsub
both killed their victims

using stab wounds
through the heart.

And Garrett was executed
by a shot through the heart.

Helen Garrett.

It's all about her.

Helen's not answering her phone,
and there's no voicemail.

Local police
are en route.

Ok. Garcia's combing through
Helen's contacts

to see where
she might have gone.

Clear!

Hotch: Clear.

JJ: Clear.
There's nobody home.

No evidence of a struggle.
Maybe he hasn't made his move yet.

What have you got, Garcia?

Sir, Helen Garrett
is telling the truth.

There are no friends
or family in the area.

She has a painfully
solitary life,

like no social interaction.

Lives alone,
works from home,

then goes to see
her husband in prison.

So it's like home and then prison.
And that's it, period.

She's not at her house.
What about the prison?

Let me check records
right now.

Oh. She went to the prison
this morning one last time

to pick up her husband's
personal items.

Hotch: Is she there now?

Records indicate that...

She got there at 10:05--

damn, she checked out
like 4 minutes ago--10:37.

All right, call Qarden Hansen,
have him stop her from leaving.

Tell the rest of the team
to go to the prison.

We'll stay here in case
the unsub shows.

Yes, sir.

[Siren]

Helen Garrett's illness was--

her illness was...

Brain tumor. It was successfully
removed. Full recovery.

Did she have
reconstructive surgery?

She had 3 procedures
over the course of 2 years

to repair the damage
to her head.

Wow. Poor lady.

The heart he drew
was a Valentine,

not a bull's-eye. The unsub's
in love with her.

That makes sense. The flowers
missing from the first crime scene,

the bottle of wine.

How did the unsub know
about her surgery?

Helen is an intensely
private and solitary person.

JJ's right. She'd only confide
a detail like that

to someone she trusted.

It takes months
if not years

to build
that kind of trust,

so who had that kind
of time with her?

The same person who'd be
able to witness first-hand

her devotion to Rod Garrett.

The unsub knew she'd
never be available to him

as long as her husband
was still alive.

That's why he tried twice
to kill Garrett in prison.

All right, prison connections

to arrange the attempts
on Garrett's life.

A romantic obsession
years in the making

and the ability
to have long talks

under seemingly
normal circumstances.

It's the prison shuttle driver.

Not yet, Helen.

There's something
I want to show you.

So, nobody saw
what happened,

but Helen's car is still
in the parking lot.

He's got her.

The driver's name
is Dylan Kohler.

He lives at
4488 Harmony Court.

Did he work
yesterday, Warden?

No. He arranged for
someone else to take his shift.

I'll have Garcia
check into Kohler, but now

that he's tipped his hand, I
doubt if he's going back home.

Ok, we're almost there.

We're almost there.

Yeah, Hotch,
they're not here.

Ok. Ok.

You ready?

Why are you doing this?

Sir, I found something else.

Didn't you say
he might be making a wig?

Right.

Ok. So you need very specific
supplies for wig-making.

So I did a search
to see if anyone in Enid

had ordered stuff like
ventilation kits, base nets, hackles,

and it turns out that a D. Kohler
ordered all of these things

and he had them sent
to 500 Hinkson Place.

Guys, that must be
his work space. Let's go.

Do you like it?

I've been planning this since you.
first told me about your scars.

Uh...

Well...Uh...

It's beautiful.

But I already have wigs.

Hey, it's not--
it's not a wig.

Come, look at it.

Every strand, every--

every curl was...

chosen by me.

Harvested by me.

The heads that grew this hair
will never grow hair again.

This cannot be replicated.

And--and it isn't a wig.

It's a living thing.

[Whimpers]

It's ok.

It's ok.
No, no.

It's ok. It's ok.

Now, wear it.

Let it--let it take root

and grow,

so that it becomes
a part of you.

Why did you do this?

Because I love you.

Helen...

[Sobs]

Most people go through life

never knowing
who they really are.

Now, they might sense it,
but they don't trust it.

That was me
before I met you.

You gave me the strength to trust
who I really am deep inside.

I never told you
to kill anyone.

Oh, you didn't have to.

Helen...

Helen, you were destined
to find me.

We were--we were destined
to find each other.

Dylan, back away from her
and show me your hands.

No!
Let her go, Dylan!

There's no way out.

Put the icepick down
and we can talk.

Just let us go, all right?

I--I love her.
I'm not gonna kill anymore.

I promise. I don't need to.

Dylan, you don't want
to hurt her, do you?

No.

Then put the weapon down.

If I do, they'll arrest me
and--and we'll be apart.

After all you've given me,
I won't let that happen.

Did you mean it when you said
you won't kill anymore?

Yes. Yes, there's no need
to kill anymore. It's over.

Ok.

I believe you.

Put down the icepick.

Take your wine
and flowers...

and be happy.

You can't fool me with--

uhh!

[Groans]

No, no, ow! No,
you don't need to do this.

Helen, stop!

Helen! Helen, I love you!

It's true.
Daddy was right.

Daddy was right.

[Moaning]

Prentiss: "It is only
in love and murder

that we still remain sincere."

Friedrich Durrenmatt.

[Computer beeps]

Oh, hey, guys. Hey.

I just wanted to see
what's going on. Hi. Hello.

This better be
important, Garcia.

Oh, it's nothing. It's just that a
messenger came by the office today

with some papers from escrow!

No!

Oh, yes. The house
in Du Pont Circle--

you got it! Whoo!

Congratulations.

6 seconds. Fastest case
of buyer's remorse ever.

Well, I say the moment we land
we all head over to Ziggy's

and clear out
the champagne inventory.

And talk Prentiss down
off the ledge.

Oh, my stomach
doesn't feel so hot.

[JJ laughs]

I was in the middle
of the best dream.

I dreamt that I was at this
exclusive salon getting my hair done.

Ah, the psychotherapeutic
benefits of dreams--

purging unpleasant images
and replacing them with good ones.

"Unpleasant"
is putting it mildly.

If someone put a bloody wig
on my head,

I would have ripped that thing
off and kept it off.

Right. You'd think
instinct would take over.

Oh, hey, Rossi,
I meant to ask you,

what did Helen mean at the end
when she said "daddy was right"?

[Sighs]

He once told her
that she was a divining rod

for the evil in men.

That she could sniff it out
when nobody else could.

There was definitely something
a little strange about her.

It's curious, one woman at
the center of two serial killers.

Yeah, what are
the odds of that?

Astronomical. Removing from the
calculations serial killer groupies--

JJ: Sorry I asked.

You know, whether
she knew it or not,

maybe Helen Garrett
did give Dylan something.

I mean, someone once said
that every seed, even malignant ones...

They won't grow unless
they get water from someplace.

You're here.

Well, of course I am.

My place is here now,
with you.

But...I thought...

We don't ask for the gifts
that we're given, Dylan.

They're just part of us.

This is a duty.

And if I ever doubted before,
I don't now.

This is my calling.

Ever read "A Thousand
and One Nights"?

No, what is it?

Oh, it's a wonderful book.

I think you'll like it.

"She comes like fullest moon
on happy night,

"taper of waist
shaped like magic might,

"her eye hath glances
to quell mankind,

"and Ruby of her cheeks
reflect this light,

"enveils her hips,
the blackness of her hair.

Beware of curls
that bite with viper bite."

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