Mindhunters

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How about I drive, huh?

Oh.

There we go.

About time you showed up.

Some couples like to talk.

Did they see anything?

They don't know the girls,

didn't see the car. Nothing.

How many more miles

do we have left to cover?

We're on Stone Hollow, and

we need to check these two roads

and circle back around.

Harris wants us back to base

by midnight, so...

Maybe the perimeter's

not wide enough. Maybe...

This guy's a traveler.

Maybe the first body

is throwing us off.

Your turn.

New paint, new plates.

It's our guy.

- He's here.

- Sh*t. Back in the car.

Let him think we're leaving.

We'll get tactical.

All units, this is Predator 5

requesting backup.

We're on Stone Hollow Road.

We have the UNSUB's vehicle...

They're still alive.

Come on.

FBI!

- Oh, God.

- Check the girls.

Sara!

Talk to me, Sara.

Predator 5 to base.

Over.

We have the situation secure.

Repeat... situation is secure.

Suspect is dead.

So are the girls.

There were three shots fired.

Hey!

Sara!

Sara, drop!

Get rid of the line!

Get down! Down!

Drop! Drop!

Ohh.

Man. Thought you guys

were never gonna get here.

Hey, Harris,

I'm f***ing starving!

So, tomorrow...

I have a senior staff meeting

with the director,

A Q4 performance review,

and an academy course to prep.

But now, instead, I get to waste

my whole day at your funerals.

Special Agent Moore,

when is the situation secure?

- On the drive home.

- On the drive home.

That's right.

On the drive home.

- Sir, we didn't...

- Shut up.

Cigarettes on the table.

More at the door.

Different brands.

Two cars out front.

4 place settings, not 3.

All should have alerted you

to the possibility

that there might be

another suspect.

- I think...

- I'm sorry? What?

What did you say?

I think you enjoy

watching us fail, sir.

Better in here than out there.

You know this really happened?

The UNSUB was apprehended

in under 2 minutes

without a shot fired.

It took you guys 7 minutes,

and you killed your partner.

Have some cake.

The majority of murders

are committed

by someone known to the victim.

Those that are not solved within

the first 48 hours seldom are.

Not so with serial killers.

One advantage

in this line of work

is knowing that as long as

the UNSUB is out there,

you'll always have

another chance.

With each new killing comes

a resetting of the clock.

Time is on your side.

The model for this exercise

was a missing-persons search

in Buffalo, 1982.

The dead man was an accomplice

who was killed the day before.

The killer staged a suicide

in order to try, in effect,

an escape.

As you can see, some of you

responded better than others.

Well, exactly how many times

has a profiler

been in a kill-or-capture

situation since 1982?

Are you suggesting I'm

preparing you for something

you may never experience?

Success comes

when you understand

that your most lethal weapon

isn't your firearm,

but your brain.

A lot of the old guard

don't believe in my methods.

A lot of them think I'm crazy.

You're a privileged group.

You're all smart

or you wouldn't be here.

I just want you to be smarter.

Our final exercise will be

on the island of Oneiga.

This simulation will be a test

primarily of your teamwork.

I hope you're ready.

Then how could we have saved

the girls at the old hotel?

You couldn't. They were dead

no matter what you did.

What's the point

if we couldn't have saved them?

The point is to get used to it.

# There, you've seen it,

my behavior's unacceptable #

Good evening, my fine,

young FBI friends.

I am a pretty little thing

just out of lit class at GMU.

Please note the Jimmy Joyce

in my Kate Spade.

My parents are loaded

as per my expensive ensemble.

And that "J"... Where is it?

On my key ring...

means I'm either a Jill

or a Jennifer.

Those being the favorite "J"

names of Beltway parents

circa 1981.

I like to hang with my friends

and have a good time,

but I'm really just a mature

woman looking for a mature man.

And I recently quit smoking.

Why do you say that?

You see the way she keeps eyeing

the guy next to her?

It's not him.

It's his cigarette.

Spoken like a woman who knows.

How long has it been, Nicole?

3 days?

The lovely Nicole

and her personal demons.

I'm surprised there's enough

room at the table for all of us.

Take me 5 minutes

to get her number.

Take me 2.

- You're on.

- Money's coming out.

$20.

- $20 works.

- Whoo!

Whoa, big money.

Hi. I think I know you,

don't I?

You're, um, uh...

Jill, right?

Jen.

Jen, Jen. Yes.

Yes, Jen, of course.

Okay, obviously

you don't remember me.

My name's Bobby.

Bobby Whitman.

Rafe, you're up.

Profile.

Okay.

Black suit, blond hair,

Martini.

I'm the sophisticated type

on the prowl for pretty,

young things.

Preferably blond.

Preferably a cheerleader

with great big...

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Enough.

Right about the blond.

You're on fire.

You're projecting.

I don't know. It was 2 seconds

at a lecture last semester.

GMU Lit Department, right?

The Moody lecture?

Yeah, yeah, Moody.

Heck of a writer.

Um...

I'm actually not even

a student myself.

Um...

I work in finance.

Oh. Finance?

- Oh! Right. Bobby.

- Yeah.

- Hi. How are you?

- Hi. I'm good.

He's got 15 seconds.

Thank you.

Lucas, looks like tonight

wasn't your night.

I know her. Her name's Jen.

I told her to play along.

You're full of sh*t.

You never know.

Ooh.

So, what is going on

in that head?

We're professionals.

We shouldn't have to put up

with Harris' sh*t.

All right, what's up?

I'm not making profiler.

I was alone in his office.

His recommends were on the desk,

and I read them.

We still have the weekend

at Oneiga.

He says I'm unfocused.

He says I'm not capable

of the psychological commitment

necessary for profiling work.

How do you like that?

Commitment. Like,

"F***ing look at me, man. "

Vince, I think...

You're not making profiler

either, Sara.

Sorry.

I read it.

Don't work too hard

out there, okay?

We've got a late addition.

This is Detective Gabe Jenson.

He's from the Philadelphia P.D.

Good morning.

How you doin'?

He's their resident profiler,

and somehow he got

on D. 0. J.'s good side

and convinced the attorney

general he could sit in

on some exercises

and see how I work.

Do I have the politics

about right?

Something like that.

He's joining the team?

He's just here to observe,

not to participate.

Now, be nice to him

or it's my ass.

No offense, Detective.

None taken. It's an honor

to meet all of you.

You want to do hostage rescue,

a smallpox outbreak,

this is the place.

Navy Seas built it

for wargame practice.

Once a year, they turn it over

to me for the weekend.

Okay, get your rappelling lines

and prepare to drop.

That's a joke.

Here we are.

Crimetown, USA.

Where all the residents

are dead.

Or about to be.

Now, the idea here, people,

is to only kill the bad guys.

But nobody's perfect.

It's nice

to hear you say that, sir.

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