Mindhunters Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Mindhunters Script



[Woman screaming]



[Indistinct voices]



[Woman shouting]



How about I drive, huh?



[Indistinct talking

on police radio]






[Exhales deeply]

There we go.



[Exhales deeply]



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?



SARA: 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.






[Swing creaking]



[Brahms' "Lullaby" plays]






New paint, new plates.

It's our guy.



- He's here.

- Shit. Back in the car.



Let him think we're leaving.

We'll get tactical.



All units, this is Predator  

requesting backup.



We're on Stone Hollow Road.



- We have the UNSUB's vehicle...

- [Women screaming]



They're still alive.



Come on.






[Flies buzzing]



[Door closes]



["Lullaby" continues]






[Screaming, gunshots]



- Oh, God.

- Check the girls.






Talk to me, Sara.



Predator   to base.




We have the situation secure.

Repeat... situation is secure.



Suspect is dead.



So are the girls.



There were three shots fired.










Sara, drop!

Get rid of the line!



Get down! Down!



Drop! Drop!









[Broken dishes clinking]



Man. Thought you guys

were never gonna get here.



Hey, Harris,

I'm fucking starving!



[Flies buzzing]



[Buzzing stops]



[Engine turns over]



So, tomorrow...



I have a senior staff meeting

with the director,



A Q  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.

  place settings, not  .



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   minutes



without a shot fired.



It took you guys   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    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,     .



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     ?



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     .



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.



[English accent]

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?




The lovely Nicole

and her personal demons.



I'm surprised there's enough

room at the table for all of us.



Take me   minutes

to get her number.



Take me  .



- You're on.

- Money's coming out.



$  .



- $   works.

- Whoo!



Whoa, big money.



Hi. I think I know you,

don't I?



You're, um, uh...



Jill, right?






Jen, Jen. Yes.

Yes, Jen, of course.



Okay, obviously

you don't remember me.



My name's Bobby.

Bobby Whitman.



Rafe, you're up.







Black suit, blond hair,




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.




Right about the blond.

You're on fire.



You're projecting.



I don't know. It was   seconds

at a lecture last semester.



GMU Lit Department, right?



The Moody lecture?



Yeah, yeah, Moody.

Heck of a writer.






I'm actually not even

a student myself.






I work in finance.



Oh. Finance?



- Oh! Right. Bobby.

- Yeah.



- Hi. How are you?

- Hi. I'm good.



He's got    seconds.



Thank you.



Lucas, looks like tonight

wasrt your night.



I know her. Her name's Jen.

I told her to play along.



You're full of shit.



You never know.



ALL: Ooh.









So, what is going on

in that head?



We're professionals.



We shouldn't have to put up

with Harris' shit.



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,

"Fucking look at me, man."



Vince, I think...



You're not making profiler

either, Sara.




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 doir?



He's their resident profiler,



and somehow he got

on D.O.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 war-game 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.



RAFE: 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    % 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      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 nitrogers for.



In general, if it says

"military," don't touch it.







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...



- [Buzzing]

- 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    miles offshore.



If you run out of toilet paper,

you are shit 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.






# It's gettir hot #



# It's gettir hot #



# It's gettir hot #



# It's gettir hot #






# It's gettir hot #



# It's gettir hot #



# Come on, baby,

come on, baby #






He said dress for an island.



J. D:

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,




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     bullshit.



That's not who you are.



All for killing him

in his sleep?



# It's gettir hot #



Bad for you...  :  .






[Waves crashing]



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




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.



   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    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.



[Water running]






[Both grunting]



You are seriously fucked up,

you know that?



You know what I hate

about you, J.D.?






You only want me for my mind.



[Breathing heavily]















[Bell clanging]







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!






  :  .



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  :   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.



[Cat yowls]



And a dead cat.



[Bell rings]



Now, this place

must remind you of home.




Happytown, USA.









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.






Dinner at Harris' house.



Pass the nuts.







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.






Hey, everybody!



Harris, you are one sick

son of a bitch.



Stay on my  .



Okay, everybody, it's about

that time to look alive.



We have victim.



Or victims?



We got a single victim.

Caucasian female.






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?












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.






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?



# Welcome to puppet... #



Don't move.

Don't move! Sara.



# Pull my strings,

it's time to play #



Let's see what freak show

Harris has in mind.



# Surprises

at puppet playtime #



It's no fun unless

it's a challenge, right?



# Hope you all enjoy

your stay #



# Welcome to puppet... #



[Music stops]












My legs!




Don't touch it!






It'll burn you!



- They're frozen!

- Help him!














[Breathing heavily]



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 wasrt there

last night either.



  :  .



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 simulatiors over.



Now is not the time for fear,




- Now is the ti...

- [Beeping]






- Sara!

- Ohh!






Get her out of the water!



[Both gasping]



Help me get her

out of the water!



Get her out of the water!






It's okay.

You're okay.






I'll handle it.

I'll handle it.



I've got her.



Back the fuck off!

I'll handle it!



It's okay.



You're out of the water,

all right? You're out.






All right.

You're out of the water.



- You're okay.

- What's her thing with water?



I think I lost my smokes.



Harris brought us

to this island.



Now we're not allowed to leave.



- Let's talk about this Harris.

- [Coughing]



Harris wouldn't do this.



You can say what you want,

but Harris is a company man.



Did anyone actually see him

get back in that chopper?



Oh, tell me

somebody witnessed that.



Maybe he got tired

of the simulations.



Missed the taste

of the real thing.



I'll give him a taste

of the real thing.



Did he just pull

that gun out of his arse?



We werert supposed to

bring weapons.



My gun goes where I go.



If you get shot sometime,

maybe you'll understand.



You shouldn't have brought

your weapon, Vince.



You're gonna be glad I did.



Two square miles at most.




Check this out.



Who wants to play

some hide-and-seek?



Anyone else is on this island,



Harris or worse,

we're gonna find them.



How's about your Navy?



They don't muck around, do they?




Damn cats.



[Thunder crashes]



Aah! Aah!



Oh, for the love of God,

just take the arm.



There. There.

That's the Lucas I know.



You want to get up

and do it all over again.



Are you all right?




I told you I'm fine.



Yeah, you told me, but...



As long as people aren't

asking me if I'm all right,



I'm all right.



So can I ask you

something else, then?



Anything else.



Well, since the end

may be near here,



have you kind of always

sort of had a thing for me?









Is that a no?



   minutes of   :  .



So at   :  

someone else is killed?



Somebody left those watches.



And left them

after Harris had gone.



Where is this killer?

We searched the island.



Somebody set that trap.



Somebody rigged that boat.



So what are we saying?



This is some kind of game?



Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.



Who's the next motherfucker

to go?



It's   :  .



It's   :  

and we're still here!



We're still here,

and it's   :   and...



Shut up, Vince.



All right. Look.



We know that there

is a killer on the island.



Someone who knows

what we're here for,



someone who knows where we'd be.



There's just one problem.



There's no one

on the island but us.



Now, hold on.



Real slow.



Real easy like.



Let's all move our hands

away from our weapons.



- You get on the ground.

- Lucas.



I'm checking the rooms.

I find this... by his bed.



It's maps of the island,

the building, everything here.



Been doing some research

on the place?



- I can goddamn explain.

- You can get on the ground!



This is a military facility!

No one has access to this stuff!



- [Guns cocking]

- Whoa.



You got me all wrong.



Oh, yeah, Detective?

They your maps?



I want to see

your hands up. Up!



You believe me.



- No one leaves this room.

- Since when is this room safe?



Since we're all in it.



On your knees now.



Now! Down!



Sara, can you feel your face?



Because I can't feel

your face...









There's something in the coffee.



- Ohh!

- [Cup shatters]






[Cup shatters]







Hey, Nic...



Stay... away from...



[Speaking indistinctly]



[Cup shatters]









- [Grunts]

- You going somewhere?



Come here.



Sit down.



- Hey, man, I can explain.

- Shut up.



- Listen, I can explain.

- I said shut up!



You don't know

what you're doing.



You don't know who I am.



I know you killed J.D.

That's what I know.



Is everybody all right?









Hey. Hey.




Sara? Hey.



[Breathing heavily]



I just had the worst dream ever.



Come on.






If I'm the killer,

why didn't I run?



You were all lying here.

How come so am I?



Maybe it's a trick so you

can finish what you started!



Look, I'll tell you why

the maps were in the bedroom.



No! You tell us

what you put in the coffee!



- That's what you tell us.

- Hey! Who made it?



Did I make the coffee?



Sherlock Holmes

over there made it.



The man is calling you a killer.



Personally, I think you might

want to defend yourself.



Aah! Aah! Aah!



Oh, fuck!





Oh, fuck!






There's no blood.






drained his blood.




 :  .



Two watches.



Two watches means two victims?



We got    minutes.



All right.






Right. I want to know what

the next trap is.



And I want to know now.



I can't tell you

because I don't know!



You've been lying to us

since we got here.



That doesn't make me

the killer.



The dead people does.



How about the Ioner mentality?



How about the issues

with the FBI?



I'm not a cop.



I'm an investigator

with the Department of Justice.



I was sent to

investigate Harris.



The attorney general was hearing

rumors about his methods.



There was talk he was

pushing trainees too far.



The FBI investigates the FBI.



Not if you want it done right.



Look, they took him out

of the field for a reason.



Justice was talking

maybe that wasrt enough.



They sent me to see

how he works you.



The maps were prep.

It's a job!



Oh, this is not happening.



You want to hook me up to

a polygraph, hook me up!



Yeah, we know how to beat

a polygraph, too.



He's lying.

Watch his eyes.



I'm not lying.

I just don't like you.




You got    minutes.



So tell us where the trap is,



or you never leave this room,

and I mean never.



Don't take your eyes off of him.






[Door closes]



Now, start talking.



It's a nine-number sequence

repeating itself.



Nine permutations.



What? A code?

A combination?



It has something to do

with time!



He has an obsession with time!



Forget the numbers.

We need to find the trap.



The numbers are the message.



What if it tells us

where the trap might be?



Fine. Bobby,

help her work the numbers.



I'm searching the building.



I'm searching with you.









Phone number, Social Security

number, coordinates.



- Talk to me!

- Seven minutes.



Between you and me...



I'm not a violent person.



The thing I've learned

in my life is this.



Sometimes if you find yourself

feeling deep anger



and frustration



about where you find yourself,

what has happened to you...



The healthy thing to do

is to find an outlet



and let it all fucking go.



 :  .



One of us dies,

my outlet is you.






I am not your guy.



You don't want to do this, man.



You'll have to live

with what you don't know.



I think we're clear

on this level.



The obsession is time.

It has to do with time.



I know it.




What is it?



Sara, it's no use.






- What is that?

- Sara...






It's a number!

It's a fucking number!



They're all just

fucking numbers!



     ...      ...      .



Anybody? Anyone?

What are we thinking here?



What about a rate?



When you factor in time,

an amount becomes a rate.



Or a speed!



Yes. What kind of speed

do you measure in the millions?



Atoms? Electrons?

How the hell should I know?










meters per second.



This is the original

measurement for light!



And you know that?



It's the basic principle

of physics.



Along with "Shit happens."



Turn them off.



The lights.

Turn them off.



- What if that's the trap?

- It's about the light.







What is that?






The back of your coat.



It's on yours, too.



He's marked us.






It's like a powder.



Put on us while we slept.















Tora? Rota? Roat?






First it's numbers,

now it's letters.



It's  :  .



It just turned  :  .






[Objects crash]



Hey, who's out there?



Anybody hear me?



You're a dead man.



You guys!

Down here!



[Pipes creaking]



















Vince, listen to me.



We've got to shut off

the power.



Fuck you!

It's your trap!



Oh, yeah, I'm so clever,

I'm about to kill myself.



Man, there are circuit breakers

in that storeroom.



Can you get there?

Can you reach it?



Can you reach it?



Look, I can, but you got to

give me your gun.



I ain't giving you shit!



Are you gonna hang on forever,

or throw me your gun?



I'm gonna watch you die.



Watch me die, and then what?

And then what?






Come on! Please!



Throw it!



[Electricity crackling]
















I'm losing my grip, Gabe.






[Electricity crackles]






Oh, fuck.

I'm losing my grip!



Come on, Gabe.



[Electricity crackles]



Come on, Gabe!




Come on!






Vince, what's happening

in there?!



Stay out of the water!

Stay out of the water!



Where's that cop?!









Lights out.



[Electricity whirs, stops]



I'm alive!



Vince, what's going on?

Talk to me.



I'm alive!












You okay?




I'm alive! I'm alive!



He saved my life, Lucas.



Still think you know me, Agent?



Still think you know who I am?



All right.

How do we turn off the water?



Look, whoever did this

really knows his engineering.



Remotes, timers.



They teach this in first-year

with siege tactics.



But to set this up fast, you

got to know what you're doing.



Pressure plates,

radio detonators.



It's all private-sector sold.

The wiring's the tricky part.



People take specialty courses

in this sort of thing for years.






Thank you.



You can all go to hell.









Look at me, look at me,

look at me!






Two watches, two traps.



Son of a bitch.



So how about me, huh?



How about me?!

Is it my fucking time?!



Right here, right now!



Who fucking wants it?!



It was you who said

to turn off the water.



Yeah, whatever

makes you feel better.






[Faucet turns off]






I don't think any of us

should be alone right now.






Nic found another watch.



We've got an hour and a half.




So what's with the jackets?



If it's a message,

what's the order?



The order we're dying in?



J.D., Rafe, Bobby.

Which letters were theirs?



That wouldn't work.

These were traps.



They could've killed

any one of us.



How about the order

we signed up with the bureau?



Who here had seniority?



J.D., then Bobby.



- Then me.

- Then me.













Crotone, Croato, Croa...



Might as well pick them

at random.







Like the island, the colony.



Do you know where we are?



Near the Outer Banks

of North Carolina?



It's one of the first sites



settled by the Europeans

in the New World.



In the   th century,

there was a ship of settlers



who landed right around here,



sent to colonize

the place for England.



They built their town

on Roanoke Island.



Over     people.



Two years later,

a supply ship sailed in...



only to find

that the colony had vanished



without a trace.



No bodies, no papers,

no evidence of anything.



Over     people.






And the only thing left

was a single word



found carved in a tree.






What was Croatoan?



Some said a body of water.



Others said an Indian tribe.



Point is, is     years later,



we still don't know

where those people have gone.



That's the message.



An island full

of people vanish forever.



And it happened here.



The killer isn't after the FBI.



He's after infamy.



It troubles me

that you know this story.



It'd trouble you more

if I didn't.



All right, we know method,

we know motive.



All that's missing now

is where he made his mistake.



Got something.



We've got blood.



Under Rafe's nails.



He struggled with the killer.

We got to run it past autorad.



What are you staring at?







Somebody know how this works?



NICOLE: I do. We can have

a DNA match in under an hour.



We've only got

less than an hour.



We'll need blood comparisons

from each of us...



unless anyone

has a problem with that.



God, I want a cigarette.



You and me both.



You're a gambling man,

aren't you, Lucas?



Who would you put

your money on now?



Not sure my money

would go anywhere different.



We just about died down there.



You didn't know

you'd be down there.



What do you do?

Not help Vince?



We're gonna trust you then?



I'll trust you when you're dead.



Well, let me enlighten you. You

know there's a bomb on a boat.



You don't run toward it

first in line.



I don't.

Maybe you do.






[Computer beeping rapidly]



Guns on the table.






I'm not giving up my gun.



I think I speak for the group

when I say, "That would be bad."



I don't go anywhere

without my gun.



I'll give up my wheels first.

I'll give up my chair.



I'm not giving up my gun.



You got it!



Hit the damn thing.



Hit it!






On the ground.



Nic, wait.



Nic, it's not me.

It's a mistake.



On the ground, damn it!



I will waste you, Sara.



You want to kill me, huh?

You want to kill me?



- Situation secure, Nic.

- That's what Harris says, right?



The situation is secure

on the drive home.



Ugh! [Panting]



[Gun cocks]



Lower your weapon, Agent.



Lucas, Lucas.

It's not me, Lucas.



Tell them.



It's not me.



It don't make sense.

Why her?



Because she

wasrt gonna make it.



She wasrt gonna make profiler.



Saw the recommends myself.



Neither were you, Vince.



But I never had someone

in my family get murdered.



No kid sister of mine

ever got drowned and raped,



drowned and raped

over and over and over.



Who knows what

that would do to my head?



You don't know.



VINCE: The FBI didn't save

your sister, Sara.



And they didn't catch

her killer.



So why should they be able

to catch you...



when you're so much smarter

than everyone?



I swear.



It's not me.



It's not me.



She wouldn't.

Not Sara.



That's why she planned it

for the island.



She wanted us dead

and underwater,



so we'd suffer.



You ever see the pictures?



Fucking brutal.



I swear on my life it's not me.



Well, we can stay

in here and debate.



But there's    minutes

till the trap.



What is the trap?

Where is the trap?



I don't know.



What is the trap?

Where is the trap?



I don't know.



What is the trap?

Where is the trap?



I don't know.



What is the trap, Sara?!



- You tell me.

- No, you tell me!



What if she's telling the truth,

Nic? Think about it.



This is what the killer wants.



Suspecting each other,

fighting each other.



This is what makes it fun.



You in the killer's mind again?



We were all knocked out.



He could've taken blood

from any of us.



- You could've taken blood...

- I'll take blood from you!



Come off that!









Nobody else is gonna get killed.



You want to protect her?



She's been playing you

from the start, Lucas.



You come after me,

I will shoot you on sight.






we need to stay together.



If I am by myself,

I know who to trust.



- You go out there running...

- Back!






You go out that door,

you don't come back in.



Why would I?



[Thunder rumbles]



Do your job.



Put a bullet in her.



Sara, put yourself

in our position.



You're a professional.



You have a prime suspect.

There are still lives at risk.



What do you do?



I don't fit the profile.



Wouldrt you know

what not to fit?



You say I kill for revenge.



For my personal pain.



That's not this killer.

This killer is impersonal.



Deadlines, rules.



They're ways

of proving superiority.



She's right, Gabe.



You know what else is right?



They don't let killers

in the FBI.



Playing hurt, playing wounded.



Maybe that's her skill.



We all have skills.



Well, I say where there's

a skill, there's a weakness.



We all have skills.




Let's think here.



All along we've been assuming

the deaths have been random,



that anybody

could walk into any trap.



But look at the traps.



J.D. Dies because

he was out front, leading us.



He was always out front.



And Rafe.

Rafe's a coffee junkie.



And Bobby. Who do we go to

to get something to work?



Who's our Mr. Fix-it?



You're saying he knew

who died, when?



Knew it, planned it

through our characteristics,



our skills, our weaknesses.



All this time the killer's

been profiling us.






[Gun cocks]



Vince, who are you?



What makes you different

from the rest?



I don't know.

I mean, I know history.



I do mazes.



I'm in a goddamn chair.



Lucas, how does he kill you?




I'm our best shooter, best

driver. Those are my skills.



And your weaknesses?



I say I'm fearless, and I'm not.



That leaves you, Sara.



My sister was murdered.



I haven't been

in the water since.



I see her there.



That's his signature.



Oh, my God.























She found herself

some cigarettes.



They were laced

with some type of acid.



- It's not her, Vince.

- Why?



She figured out the pattern!



So she saves herself.

Wouldrt you?



I don't trust her.



I don't trust any of you.



Island fever. You got it.

He's got it. She's got it.



And we're gonna ride it out

nice and friendly



until somebody finds

another motherfucking watch.







Are you having fun yet?



I'm having fun.



Harris. He's been watching us

all along.



Did he know

you were from Justice?



What if he figured out

he was being watched?



No way!



What if he knew they were gonna

take away his program?




Is this what you wanted?



I'm letting her go.



HARRIS: Too bad you won't get

a chance to graduate.



You're all so weak.



Pathetic, powerless.



You said

you searched the island!



- Every corner of it!

- Every corner you could see?!



You'll never be in control

no matter how hard you try.



All right, he's out there.

Who's with me?



Out there?

What do you think this is?



This is a fucking trap. What

do you mean who's with you?



I'll tell you who's with you.



- I'm with you.

- Are you having fun yet?



I'm having fun.

Are you having fun?



You're all going out there?



Look, I'm not going anywhere.



You're right.

You stay put.



What the fuck?



What are you doing?



Still think

that you're better than me?






Don't tell me where.

Don't tell them where.



Just do it till Monday.



It's for the best.



My fucking gurs empty!




Is this real enough for you?



You can't escape it.



You can't stop it.



[Thunder rumbles]



You can't turn it off.









[Hinges creaking]






HARRIS: We can do this

all night long.






I have all the time

in the world.



Still think

you are better than me?



Still think

you are better than me?



Still think that the pupil

bests the teacher?



Is this what you wanted?



Is this what you expected?



Is this real enough for you?



You're all so weak.






Too bad you won't get

a chance to graduate.



You'll never be in control

no matter how hard you try.



You always lose.



If you could only see yourselves

the way I see you.



Afraid, powerless.



- Let me tell you what I think.

- [Panting]



You look like you're having fun.



I'm having fun.



I don't want the fun to end.



I think they'll find you.



I don't want the fun to end.



Because I trained them.



You think you're smarter

than the rest of them?



Let me tell you what I think.



I think you

don't stand a chance.



You don't know who

you're dealing with, do you?



You don't know...



who you're dealing with, do you?



Come on, finish it.



Finish it, you selfish child.



Come on.



- [Knife slashing]

- [Grunting in pain]



He never left.

He stayed to watch.



And the killer knew.



He's wearing watches.



Three watches.



What time are they set for?



They're set for now.






# Farewell

to puppet playtime... #



#... To puppet playtime #



# Hope you all enjoyed

the show #



Shut it off!



[Tempo increases]



[Music stops]



If it wasrt him...



No, wait!



That's a clever story.



Sent to spy on the program,

spy on Harris.



You're the one

who's telling stories.



I know it's not me.



And I know it's not me.



So it's not you.

It's not me. It's not her.



Who's that leave, mister?



That leaves

the last man standing.



Jesus Christ, Sara!

Watch out!



Watch out for fucking who?!






Stop shooting!

Stop shooting!



Sara! Sara, stay right

where you are!



[Crying softly]



That's the price you pay

for being fearless.









[Hinges creaking]






[Footsteps approaching




[Footsteps departing]



[Elevator whirring]






Close, God damn it.



Who wants off this island?!









[Elevator whirring]






Never anywhere without a gun.



Back on schedule.



Guess we have answers now,

don't we, Sara?



Who are you?



Who are you?



Who are you?



You gonna panic now, Sara?



You gonna panic

when you've been so cool?



[Gun cocks]






What are you trying to prove?



What am I trying to prove?



How's a fucked-up girl like you

get into the FBI...






How did I get in?



How did I get in?

Did you not get in, Gabe?



Did you try,

and they turned you away?



What did they tell you?



You're not sharp enough,

smart enough,



sane enough?






Watch her panic.



Get your hands up.

I want to see your hands!






You call yourself a profiler?



Show me your hands.



I'm the profiler.



I want to see your hands.



You're the victim.






[Gun clicking]


















Watch your head.



Oh, thank God.



I thought...



Bulletproof vest.



I just need

a little "R" and "R," huh?



Surf and sand.



Just stay still.



- Just stay still.

- Uh-huh.



Hey, you, uh...



You think they're

ever gonna believe us?



They won't have to.



We can prove it.



After Bobby died...



I changed the clock back




What are you talking about?



What did Harris always tell us?



Know the mind, then anticipate.



The killer was into deadlines,

precision, timing,



so I set that clock

   minutes back.



The clock?



Oh, yeah.



He wanted us to know exactly

when he was going to strike,



wanted to watch us squirm



as precious seconds

were ticking away.



It was all part of his fun.



His weakness.



I was betting

he'd change it back.



I was right.



But how are you gonna prove it

was Gabe who changed it back?



Remember the phosphorescent

powder from the jackets?



That's what I put on the clock.



It was my turn to set a trap.



So when he touched it...




His hands are going to glow.









This is awkward.



You know, uh...



All these things, they worked

pretty good, you know.



Timers, triggers.






But at the end of the day,



building a better mousetrap

is just pure mechanics.



It's knowing how to bait

a particular mouse.



That's the fun part.






Ah, ah, ah-ah.



So there I was.



Sitting next to the bodies

of my parents.



Just waiting for someone



to ask me

why I killed them, you know?



And this detective

comes up to me, right?



And he says...



"Want some gum?"






No one asks.



It never even occurs to them.



And like after

every first high...



it's harder and harder

to get to that place.



And finally you get so good,

there's no feeling at all.



It's easy.



Finding a won'thy prey.



A challenge.



That's hard.



You joined the FBI for this?









So while you were studying

tired old hacks



like Bundy, Gacy, and Dahmer,



I was studying you.



Your habits, your hang-ups,

your weaknesses.



It was so simple

to set you all on edge.



You know?



I had to push here...



pull there...

but once I did...



LUCAS: Hey, Vince, check out

the other side of town.



I knew each of you

would play your part.



The key to effective illusion

is misdirection.



You know there's a bomb

on the boat.



You don't run toward it

first in line.



You know?



All I needed was opportunity.



The coffee break gave me

the chance I needed



to rig a few little surprises.



The answer was

in front of your eyes.



You still couldn't see it.



It was you who said

to turn off the water.



The rest was easy.



You're all

so fucking predictable.



Nicole with her cigarettes.



Can't she even read

the warning label on the box?




"I'm never without my gun."



Bobby the Magnificent

couldn't resist.



And Harris

just had to stay and watch.



Party crasher here was more

of a problem than I thought,



but why am I gonna work

so hard to kill him



when I knew you'd do it for me?



You see, the water

ain't your only weakness, Sara.






Your other weakness...



is me.



In truth, I couldn't have

done it without you.



As a sign of my appreciation,

I'm gonna grant you



your deepest desire.



I'm gonna get you closer to your

sister than you ever imagined.



One Mississippi,

two Mississippi.



- Are we having fun yet?

- [Gasping]















Drop it!



Go ahead, Sara.

Arrest me.



We have your blood

under Rafe's fingernails.



Your fingerprints

on the fire extinguisher.



And your bullet in my neck.



That don't look good.



You're fucked.






- [Gasps]

- Time's up, asshole.



Good thing you hit like a girl.



I guess we found out

his weakness.






[Helicopter blades whirring]



Do you think they'll let me

make profiler?



That depends.

One last question.



Whers the situation secure,




On the drive home.






On the drive home.

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