Mindhunters Page #2

It's like Beirut

meets Belfast.

Sir, I thought they didn't let

foreign nationals in the FBI.

Don't worry. On the inside

he's 100% American, right?

As American

as the death penalty.

That's my boy.

I think I'm in love.

Oh, there is one other person.

They'll be coming along shortly.

Who's that?

He's called a puppeteer.

He's killed two people

on these streets,

and he's about to kill a third.

Tomorrow you'll find

the crime scene

and receive

your background dossiers.

By O800 on Monday, I want

a full profile of this suspect.

I want to know who he is,

what he does,

and where he's gonna do it next.

I'm asking Special Agent Reston

to be team leader

unless you'd like to defer.

No, Harris.

I will solve whatever sick,

twisted crime scenario

you come up with.

I hope so.

What's the tank for?

The Navy uses it

to simulate Arctic regions.

That's what the nitrogen's for.

In general, if it says

"military," don't touch it.

Oh.

Great.

Navy humor.

The computers are loaded

with ViCAP,

but they're fully firewalled.

Don't do any research offsite.

If you want to do any

blood samples on the autorad,

analyze fibers...

scout samples...

It's all here.

You'll rest up here

till the morning.

Downstairs, there's

a fully stocked freezer,

bunks, and your showers.

Don't forget.

You're 50 miles offshore.

If you run out of toilet paper,

you are sh*t out of luck.

So, what's the point?

Sorry, Detective?

The island, the middle of

nowhere, they're professionals.

What's the point?

The point is that they're

isolated, alone, and forgotten.

That's what it's like to be

inside the mind of a sociopath.

Have you noticed it's

a really bad feeling here?

Good luck on your profile.

Go!

What?

He said dress for an island.

So, Detective,

what exactly did you do to earn

this island paradise?

Recommended for it.

Same as you.

Why, though?

Did you catch some killer

in Philly or something?

What's the deal?

You don't want to know

my war stories.

Well, actually, I do.

I mean, right now,

what do we know

about you for real?

We know he's got resentments

toward his parents,

as per the overload on tattoos

he's got there.

We know he's just out

of a bad relationship.

He's barely looked twice

at me and Sara.

Maybe you're not my type,

Nicole.

We're alone on an island.

Trust me, I'm your type.

We also know

he watches his words.

So that crossword's either

a sign of honing a talent

or correcting a deficiency.

What you say about me

doesn't tell you about me.

It tells me about you.

Now, I could say

your little gambling

means you have

an addictive personality.

I could say I know

you're sleeping with one

of the guys in this room.

I could say you take charge

of your team

because you never had a leader

in your own life.

And you.

When push comes to shove,

you crack under pressure.

Your partners can't depend

on you.

You don't belong here.

But that's all surface.

Psych 101 bullshit.

That's not who you are.

All for killing him

in his sleep?

Bad for you... 1:45.

Damn!

You push me in,

I'll have your badge.

I, uh, came out here

to feed the ducks.

I see you're feeding the ducks.

Maybe we could feed the ducks

together.

Leave you alone?

No, no.

It's all right.

I don't smoke.

I know.

It's a gesture.

Goodwill, sympathy.

You know, the usual.

In lieu of knowing

what's going on.

He's not gonna let me

make profiler.

He thinks I can't get past it.

Is he right?

When I was a kid,

I lost both my parents.

Freak thing.

10 years old.

Bang. Mortality.

So I grew up living real hard.

Racing cars, smoking, drinking,

sleeping with any girl

I could find.

Real stupid,

dangerous lifestyle.

Then I turned 11, and...

All I know is this.

You don't confront your demons

and defeat them.

You confront them.

Then you confront them.

Then you confront them

some more.

Every single day.

You are seriously f***ed up,

you know that?

You know what I hate

about you, J. D?

What?

You only want me for my mind.

What happened?

I'd like to know

how Harris got it here.

I'd say the issue is "why?"

Here, kitty kitty.

What kind of simulation is this?

Ah. Oh!

Ugh.

10:
00.

That supposed to mean something?

So, what, is this supposed to be

some kind of warning sign?

Well, if I know Harris,

it's a sign of something.

It's 9:
30 A.M.,

Saturday morning.

We're in search

of an unknown crime scene.

We'll split into pairs.

The first one who finds it wins

my eternal love and devotion.

And a dead cat.

And a dead cat.

Now, this place

must remind you of home.

Ha.

Happytown, USA.

Sst!

Look.

It's little Bobby.

Little Bobby's gonna grow up

to be big and strong

and pursue a career

in buried children

and dismembered mummies.

Now, that will make

Happytown proud.

I think you're

in the wrong line of work.

No, mate.

Not me.

Hey!

Dinner at Harris' house.

Pass the nuts.

Charming.

Great.

A cigarette machine.

Temptation is everywhere.

Hey, Agent, we searching

together or what?

Suit yourself.

I'm on vacation.

Hey, Vince!

Check out

the other side of town.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Huh.

Hey, everybody!

Harris, you are one sick

son of a b*tch.

Stay on my 6.

Okay, everybody, it's about

that time to look alive.

We have victim.

Or victims?

We got a single victim.

Caucasian female.

25, 26.

The puppeteer.

That's a hell of a signature.

Why don't you check

the employee logs, receipts?

See who shopped here, who

worked here. That sort of thing.

Let me run forensic,

work the timeline.

Sara, why don't you check

the carcass?

Sara!

Sure.

Oh.

There's splatter

behind the counter.

The girl was definitely moved.

Any venture as to weapon?

- You want to take point on M.O?

- Absolutely.

Nic, not to step on your toes,

but I'm gonna bet

the guy's a trophy taker.

What are you smiling about?

If the taxpayers only knew...

I think I'll go see if the

UNSUB's still in the building.

Sweetheart, it's just

a simulation, yeah?

Where we're from, a site search

is called procedure.

Yeah?

We should have been allowed

to bring our guns.

It doesn't feel real

without my gun.

Hell, Vince,

how real do you want it?

Don't move.

Don't move! Sara.

Let's see what freak show

Harris has in mind.

It's no fun unless

it's a challenge, right?

Move!

Aah.

Aah!

My legs!

No!

Don't touch it!

Help!

It'll burn you!

- They're frozen!

- Help him!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Stop!

This is a joke, right?

That was just a simulation.

I'm sorry, Nic.

- Were they working before?

- No signal, nothing.

What if it was

some kind of accident?

Someone killed J.D.

Don't you get it?

Someone is here on this island.

That wasn't there

last night either.

12:
00.

It's an hour and a half.

It's a message.

What about the boat?

We saw that pier with the boat

when we flew in.

Watch your backs

and everyone else's.

Hit the boat and find the radio.

The simulation's over.

Now is not the time for fear,

people.

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