♪ ♪
Take it easy.
How am I gonna get home?
I'm gonna take you home.
You're so good to me.
- What was that? - What?
A scream-- didn't you hear it?
Wait here.
Probably just someone partying.
No, it sounds like a woman in trouble.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Please! Help me!
What the hell's going on?
Mike?
Mike.
Help! Help! Somebody help, please!
Please! Help!
Sam Cooper, B.A.U.
Jim Brigman, Indianapolis P.D.
Thanks for coming.
Your intel was really confusing.
Was there an abduction or not?
Uh, we got a witness--
22-year-old inebriated female
out clubbing with her boyfriend last night.
She thinks he might have heard a scream
in the parking lot. She thinks?
She blew a .23.
That sounds like a pretty reliable witness.
Yeah, said her boyfriend acted like
he saw some trouble, thought he heard a woman.
Told his girl to stay put.
Next thing she knows, he's lying in a pool of blood,
throat slashed clear through.
Car drove off--best she can tell me is it had four wheels.
So her boyfriend's dead?
No. Thank you.
He's in grave condition, probably won't last a day.
Family is upstairs saying their good-byes.
So this scream, you think it was an abduction--why?
We've had two other women go missing
in the past couple of weeks in the same area.
Those trails have gone cold.
This may be a third. I hate to ask the obvious,
but has a third woman been reported missing?
No, but it's only been eight hours.
Look, I know this is a long shot.
But I can't take any chances.
Our department has run down every lead
on the first two missing women.
God forbid we have a serial offender here.
You know, we don't need to be heroes on this one.
If we can bring in the big guns,
we'll take all the help we can get.
- Female witness--she's here? - Yeah.
I-I didn't see anything.
I'm sorry.
The car was a few rows over, you know?
And, um-- and I was drinking,
and Mike was just taking me home.
- Was he drinking too? - No.
No, Mike's really careful when he needs to drive.
He switched to pop.
I know you may have heard somebody cry out.
- Can you-- - I-I heard something,
but it could've been anything.
Mike seemed convinced that a girl was in trouble,
and he went to check it out, and...
He was only gone for a minute, at least I thought.
I...
I went to find him, and...
Mike's a good guy.
He is. He really is.
Yeah.
The car--do you remember if it was a newer model, perhaps,
or maybe high-end or an older kind of car?
Um... I-I-I really don't know.
Um, it was--it was black...
Or--or brown, um...
Or maybe dark blue or green.
I don't-- I really don't know.
Who could've done this?
Excuse me. I'm with the FBI.
We're sorry for your troubles today.
Would you mind if I spoke with Mike?
Of course.
Thank you.
Michael...
I'm Sam Cooper.
I'm with the FBI.
I understand you can't talk.
Don't even try to talk, all right?
If you understand me, you squeeze my hand, okay?
That's good.
Cindy's okay. I just talked to her.
She's fine.
The man who did this to you, was there anybody with him?
There was?
A woman?
What is it, Mike?
Was she being abducted?
You absolutely sure?
Did she talk to you? Did she say something to you?
And...
She wanted you to help her, but, Mike, you couldn't,
because he hurt you first.
You're a hero, Mike.
You're a good samaritan.
And you did not deserve any of this.
I'm gonna take over for you right now, okay?
Just relax, all right?
Mike?
Nurse!
I need a nurse in here!
Let them do their job.
Prepping BVM.
I'll get the cart.
Push in.
♪ Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior 1x07 ♪ Jane Original Air Date on March 30, 2011
-- sync, corrected by elderman --
Leave me alone!
Two missing women that we know of for sure
and a Jane Doe. Let's not call her that,
please. Why?
Because it's only been about 12 hours.
Someone is bound to call on her behalf.
Well, until they do, at least we have
the information on the reported abductions.
Gina, victimology, please.
We have Lisha Vernon, 53, African-American.
She was abducted on the 15th.
Works as a manager in an industrial laundry plant,
servicing hotels, country clubs, hospitals, the like.
Middle management, with a college education.
So she leads a low-risk lifestyle.
She ain't the type to just up and rabbit.
What were the circumstances the last time
she was seen, Detective? Uh, she worked late.
Son was supposed to pick her up, but he was running late.
She was gonna grab a bus. No one's heard from her since.
So she didn't make it onto the bus.
No driver I.D.'d her.
All right... Second woman.
Second woman is Ami Hodgkins, 25,
originally from Tennessee.
Grad student, applied sociology at U Indy.
She went missing on the 23rd.
Spent a late night at the library.
Her car was found in the morning
parked not 60 yards from the front door.
There's no witnesses, no ransom notes?
- Nothing. - So is there any reason
that these women would want to disappear?
Not from these reports.
All right. I want you two to look
at the latest crime scene with fresh eyes.
Mike interrupted an abduction.
It's possible that the unsub made a mistake
when he was trying to escape.
And, you two, I want you to focus on Ami Hodgkins.
Talk to her family, talk to her friends.
I'm gonna take Lisha Vernon's family, all right?
All that information's in the files.
Yeah, but what we're looking for is who they trusted,
how careful they were, how they lived their lives.
Their daily behavior's gonna tell us
what kind of unsub could get close to them.
What about the girl from last night?
Best way to find her is to dig into the other two abductions.
If it is the same unsub,
their lives are gonna tell us about hers.
Okay, our victim approaches from here.
He's not drunk.
He's cautious, responsible.
If the club was as crowded as the police say,
his view was occluded.
And he's attacked here,
right at the head of the row.
You got no cover from this direction.
You got no cover from here.
The unsub doesn't care if anybody sees him.
Or he just took care of business as quickly as possible.
Look, there's no tire marks.
Looks like the unsub just calmly drove away.
He's experienced.
There's no way anyone can pull this off
and remain calm first time out.
He might be a big guy.
Or at the very least,
he's got some muscle, enough to subdue a woman
and take on her male defender simultaneously.
Let's come back later tonight when this place is packed.
See what we can find out.
As long as you're buying, buddy.
I was supposed to pick her up.
I always pick her up.
The one time I-- Your mother fell victim
to a crime.
The fault lies with the criminal, not with you.
Why is the FBI involved?
We think another woman may have been taken last night.
Really?
It's too early to say.
Could you tell me about your mom?
Not what you told the other police--
tell me what she was like as a person.
She's a saint.
I'm sure she is.
You know, when we were kids,
she never ate until we all ate--
always took the smallest portion,
completely selfless.
The only thing she treats herself to
is getting her nails done.
French manicures.
A mother-daughter thing, you know?
Every other Saturday.
With my aunt, it was, um, her hair.
Every Saturday at noon,
we always knew where to find her.
Why would anyone want to kidnap her?
"Why" is often the most difficult question to answer.
Sometimes I just can't. She doesn't trust anybody.
She's street-smart.
She wouldn't be walking around
not paying attention to what's around.
She carries pepper spray.
That's very important information.
That helps me, um, figure out who might've taken her.
So thank you for that.
Do you think she's still alive?
I have to assume that she is.
I should've picked her up.
My boss says we can use his office.
Thank you very much for speaking with us.
Ami's my best friend-- whatever I can do.
I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you.
Do you have a good support group,
friends to talk to? I do, yes, thank you.
And we went over your statement to the police
and the reports, but we were hoping that maybe there's
something else you could remember?
I've been racking my brain,
trying to think of who'd want to hurt Ami.
Um, she only had one serious boyfriend in college.
But, uh, he's married now, and they're friends on Facebook.
He lives in Miami, correct?
And how about financially?
Did she have any outstanding debts,
any reason to want to disappear?
Like, did she run away or...?
No, absolutely not.
No, Ami is incredibly responsible.
She--she just adopted a rescue dog.
She was looking for a new apartment.
You know, she was establishing herself.
Is she a pretty trusting person?
Very.
She used to give homeless people rides to shelters.
I know.
Just her alone in her little bug,
picking men up off the street.
I always told her to stop it.
I said one day, she's gonna...
I asked her to be more careful.
Look, um...
My Uncle's a retired agent.
What unit are you from?
- Behavioral-- - Missing persons.
Okay, missing persons?
So then you guys--you do this kind of stuff all the time.
Every day.
♪ ♪
Okay, this is my card.
Please call us if you hear anything, okay?
- Mm-hmm. - Thank you.
Excuse me.
I've spoken with everyone.
No one remembers a woman
arriving or leaving on their own.
All the cars in the parking lot were accounted for.
So she either came with someone,
or she took a cab.
Gina's already run that down.
I mean, so far, she's come up with nothing.
The attack site was well-lit.
You were right. He must've acted pretty quick.
Look around, man. What do you see?
A lot of pretty girls.
You know who you don't see?
You don't see anyone over 30.
If he was older, he would've stood out.
It's not much, but it's something.
All right. Let's get out of here, man.
This place is giving me a headache.
All right, grandpa, let's get you home.
Coming up on 24 hours,
and still no report of a missing woman.
If Mike hadn't been so sure,
I might even question whether she was real or not.
How does somebody go unmissed?
This unsub's way too efficient just to be starting out.
You don't believe in prodigies?
Lisha Vernon was a savvy woman in her 50s.
According to her son, she was aware of her surroundings.
She would've fought back. Ami was squeaky clean--
very open, very trusting, not a lot of street smarts.
It's backwards, right?
Grandmother with a family,
then a trusting young woman all alone in the big city.
The victimology is all over the charts.
It's almost diametrically different.
He's not a very preferential offender.
So that club is pretty busy-- crowd young.
No one remembers seeing anything out of the ordinary
or any single women of any interest.
Between that and the university,
I'm guessing we're probably looking at an unsub
anywhere from their mid 20s to their early 30s.
The progression of these abductions
doesn't make any sense.
And without knowing anything about Jane Doe,
we can't factor her into this.
These guys--they always start off with easy targets,
and they work their way up.
So you think there are other victims?
No other low-risk women have been reported missing.
There's no other high-risk women either.
But they might not be--
I mean, if they don't have anyone looking for them,
like a prostitute. Drug addicts or runaways.
Women in domestic-abuse shelters--
they're always kept on the down-low.
Undocumented immigrants.
Our unsub may have been snatching women
who fell through the cracks.
Let's cast a wider net, see if we can find him.
I talked to a local pimp
who says he had two girls gone missing--
the first one on the 23rd of last month,
the second on the 1st of this month.
Both are repeat offenders, local girls.
So now we got at least five women who are missing.
Which fits into the typical unsub progression.
First, prostitutes disappear. No one seems to notice.
He gains confidence and goes after women
who present a greater challenge.
Our unsub snatches women on a Thursday or a Friday night.
Grabs them while they're on the street, isolated.
He's a predator. He's trolling.
This guy knows how to blend in,
so most likely we're dealing with a local.
He holds them somewhere private,
possibly a basement, a warehouse, a farmhouse.
And if he is holding them over the weekend,
it's safe to assume he doesn't have a family
or children, a girlfriend--
So get with your informants, your street criminals.
Let them know what you're looking for.
They usually have a good idea
of what's going on in their neighborhoods.
This guy--he may have attracted attention.
You just haven't asked the right person yet.
All right, let's get out there.
I'll shoot this over to Garcia,
see if she can work her magic.
Okay, so I-I-I start with prostitutes.
Nobody even knows they're missing
until you guys start asking questions,
so why would I change my M.O.?
Even if I'm looking for a greater challenge,
I mean, what went wrong
that I would have to abduct Lisha?
We're missing something.
I need something. I need something.
- Steve Craig. - Hey, I'm Prophet, man.
So what can I do for you?
Detective Brigman says you're the man to talk to.
Ah, that just means he doesn't know a thing about vice.
We got two streetwalkers gone missing.
We think they were abducted by that same guy
who slit that kid's throat outside the club.
Two streetwalkers missing.
Without bodies, you know, it's hard to tell.
You know, these girls move on.
It's not like Indianapolis has a lot of opportunity.
You know, a lot of them head
to Chicago, St. Louis, Nashville.
The guy who works this corner--
- Big Tiny. - Yeah, that's fitting.
He swears these girls wouldn't leave him.
What, they love him too much?
I don't know. He says they're dedicated.
Zandra Haymore--she went missing Thursday the 23rd.
Maria Sanchez disappeared somewhere around the 1st.
- The following weekend? - Yeah.
Next victim didn't disappear until two weeks later--
Thursday.
You got anyone unaccounted for around the 7th or 8th?
Not that weekend. We did a sweep.
- A vice sweep? - Yeah.
When?
The 7th and another on the 15th.
That's why he moved on to other victims.
You guys had all the hookers in lockup.
So he snatched a grandmother.
You can't win, huh?
No. Thanks for your help, man.
No worries. All right.
♪ ♪
Time to finish up.
We tracked down Zandra Haymore--
one of the missing hookers. She's alive and well.
Thank God, man.
Went home to Houston to get clean,
checked herself into rehab ten days ago.
At least one of these women has a happy ending.
- Meaning? - It's unlikely that our unsub
has kept the rest of these women alive this long.
He needs a disposal site.
I've got all state and local departments
out searching for them.
Are you suggesting I call it off?
- No, not at all. - If his disposal site
was close to his hunting ground,
we would've found graves in these parks.
Could've buried them in his home,
like an animal in his den. So it's highly probable
that he's not in a residential area.
It has to be this industrial one.
Garcia, check out that area right there,
see if there are any sexual offenders
who are working in that area.
She's also running licenses and plates
for all business personnel in the area.
I mean, those vice cops-- they could've scooped him up
in the raid without even realizing it.
What about here? It's a salvage yard.
When I was inside, these wise guys,
they said that's how they used to get rid
of bodies all the time-- just stuff them in a trunk,
crush it, melt it down, and ship it overseas.
All right, this is the third sweep.
If nothing turns up, I'm gonna have to call it.
I understand that. It's just this place,
or one like it-- it fits our profile.
I'm sure.
We're all looking for a needle in a haystack.
What do you got, Coop?
A discarded bag of cement with blood on it.
There's 30 bags total, only two with blood traces.
Blood type does match Lisha Vernon.
Slow down. Let's get a DNA sample
from the son to confirm that, all right?
Prophet says that the salvage yard owner
checks out. So we may be looking
at a scrap dealer or a junk collector.
These bags are commercial-grade concrete.
You don't buy that at Home Depot.
This guy's got to be a laborer,
construction worker, professional contractor.
We're tracing the lot numbers now.
That'll get us a distributor,
but this guy's-- he's smart. He paid cash.
He may be sealing these women in a building somewhere--
a floor, a wall, a foundation.
What about a water burial?
But historically, that does indicate a female unsub.
- No, Scott Peterson. - Fair point.
Maybe he's put them in a container
and filling it with cement.
He could be using the classic cement shoes.
That makes more sense for an ocean disposal.
So what do you think--disposal site in the White River?
I say Fall Creek is a better bet.
All right, so let's call Brigman,
tell him we want a-a water search.
Maybe we got another needle in the haystack.
So that's three more down there.
We pulled four drums, but you only recovered three bodies.
No, there's a fourth-- Caucasian, female, mid 20s.
All her parts were encased together.
It's Jane.
It's--it's our Jane Doe from the club.
We'll have her excavated soon.
But we've recovered the first body--
or at least parts from the first drum.
- No head there? - No.
And the, uh, limbs-- they're Lisha Vernon's, right?
Correct, but the torso's that
of your missing student-- Ami Hodgkins.
They were killed roughly at the same time,
most likely a few days apart-- Lisha killed first.
And on first glance, it appears that the other remains
are also mixed and matched.
We got a torso from one victim, limbs from another...
He dismembered these women while they were still alive.
The cement prevented water damage,
so we got a pretty good picture of what happened,
at least in this case.
The killer applied tourniquets,
most likely steel bands.
Top of the limbs, necrotic--
was deprived of oxygen for 12, maybe 14 hours.
But the tissue just below the injury was still alive.
There's no sign of gangrene.
So I think once the area where he intended to make his cut
was dead, he severed it.
Would he need a medical degree
to be able to apply a tourniquet to keep these people alive?
No, you need a computer and a search engine.
You can determine what type of instrument
he used to dismember the bodies?
Yeah, this is a clean cut, straight through the bone.
It's a high-powered electric saw.
If these limbs were dead,
then the women wouldn't bleed out from the amputation.
They all survived.
He kept them alive a few more hours.
How does someone do that...
Have that much hatred?
Sam.
Yeah?
We're ready.
I've got to stay professional here.
If this didn't get to you, I'd be worried about you.
No one has come forward for Jane, not one person.
How is someone so young so alone in the world?
All right, guys...
We got an extremely rare combination
of M.O. and ritual, even for a lust killer.
This guy--he's brutal.
He's clear off the psychopathy charts.
Let's start with the dismemberment.
He does it while they're alive.
Why? Because he's sick.
We should look at hospitals, rehab facilities.
He could have a thing for amputees.
He tires of them fighting back.
Or a past rape victim did fight back,
and now he's punishing them all.
He's got a pretty specific start date.
If he was incarcerated before that,
it's conceivable that his conviction
rested on some woman who fought back.
Could've scratched him, accumulated some DNA evidence.
Could've planned the whole thing in prison.
Let's run all sexual offenders who've been released
in the midwest area in the last two--make it three years.
We still don't have an I.D. for Jane.
Fingerprints don't match,
Quantico's running a DNA test, but it's a shot in the dark.
Without a head, it ain't like we're doing any facial rec.
This is all about self-hatred.
Our unsub is severing all human contact,
all that which makes him human.
He's dehumanizing himself. He's--he's cutting himself off.
So where does that leave us?
We've run the records--nothing.
We've run the geo profile--nothing.
We've run the victims--nothing.
We ran the cement-- nothing!
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing!
What about the steel drums, the barrels? What about them?
It's typical construction fare.
We're running a trace for the distributor now.
Those things are heavy even if they're empty.
You put, uh, cement and body parts--
it's got to weigh, what, 500 pounds?
We established that he's strong, that he's a laborer,
but that's a lot of weight.
- Think he has an accomplice? - Maybe he's got a winch.
Check those drums for striation marks.
You find them, we need to look for...
Flatbeds with winches, tow trucks, cranes.
Let's go.
We can't leave this guy out there another minute.
Yes, I tried that too.
I'll call triple "A." They don't take that long.
Don't bother.
If they can jump it, I'll be home soon.
If they have to take it into a garage, I'll call a cab.
Just make sure Callie does her homework.
Don't let her play you.
Oh, I think someone's pulling over to help.
Hello. Thanks for stopping.
We want to see our mother, now.
- Excuse me. Hold on, please. - What's going on? I got this.
The news reported that you found the bodies.
Have the police spoken to you?
No one's told us anything.
Is she here? Did you find her?
Yes.
I have to confirm with DNA, but I'm pretty sure.
We need to see her.
- That's not a good idea. - Why?
What did he do to her?
Please, tell me.
Not in front of the baby. Could you please? Okay.
I'm not gonna mince words.
It's bad.
How bad?
We found your mother's remains.
How do you know it's her?
I'm sorry.
Please, I have to see her.
I-I just need to see her face, just one last time.
That--
it's not possible.
Oh, my God!
Oh, God, why didn't I pick her up?
Why didn't I pick her up?
Excuse me, Sam.
Another woman was just reported missing.
Her husband said she had car trouble.
I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to leave.
Promise me one thing.
You'll give me five minutes alone with this guy.
I'll do the same thing to him he did to her.
That's what he deserves, not jail,
and he has to pay for what he did to my mother.
He will.
You have my word.
This is a crime of opportunity.
Victim's car breaks down, the unsub happens by,
he says, "what the hell? Why not?"
Agreed. It happened in broad daylight.
The victim's age matches more in line
with Lisha Vernon, the last victim of opportunity.
The vic tells her husband
someone was pulling up to help.
But our unsub is too meticulous, too cautious
to have stopped on his first pass.
He would've done at least one drive-by.
Penelope?
I thought you guys forgot about me.
- Never. - How can I help?
How can I help? Want you to see
if you can pull data from traffic cameras in the area.
I can. I'm already logged in.
Search for white male, 20s,
trolling through the area
for, say, 20 minutes before the abduction.
Start with tow trucks and pickups, please.
Um, nothing like that.
There's a muscle car three blocks over.
It's making loops eight minutes apart.
It's a-a Trans-Am, Charger-- sorry. I don't know my cars.
- Just send it to us. - Doing so right now.
Okay, there you go.
'69 Camaro-- I had one of those.
- Who owns that? - It is registered
to Todd Logan, who's an electrician in the Indy area.
I'll have Brigman put out an A.P.B.
See, a little Garcia goes a long way.
- Happy to help. - Thank you, Penelope.
FBI!
Put your hands outside the vehicle now!
- What are you doing? - Put your hands out!
Get out of the car. Turn around.
Put your hands on your head.
- Someone moved in the car! - My baby!
It's a kid.
- Todd Logan? - Yes?
This vehicle was used in a crime today.
Were you in this car all day?
I just got it back from the mechanic's.
- What mechanic? - The shop over on 16th.
- Clear. - Clear.
Clear.
Check the cars.
Clear!
Oh, God! Oh!
Sam...
Sam, let him go.
Underneath.
It's her.
It's okay.
You're safe now.
It's all right. You're gonna be all right.
We'll get you out of here, all right?
I need some wire cutters!
It's all right.
Here we go.
You'll be all right.
We're gonna get you home, okay?
Here you go.
It's all right.
You're all right. You're fine.
I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?
I got you. Careful. One big step.
What is it?
The bodies in the drums-- what was that?
You trying to build the perfect woman--your bride or something?
What are you talking about?
The torsos and limbs were mixed up.
They were from different victims.
Who cares?
It was done.
What, you guys think this all had some kind of meaning,
some statue for the ages?
This is funny to you?
Hysterical.
The girl from the club-- who was she?
The girl from the club?
The club... Right.
She had some spirit, you know, some fight.
She was cool.
- What was her name? - How the hell should I know?
Some broad with real bad luck.
- You think you're special. - What?
You seem to feel that there's something special about you,
like you're something that we've never seen before.
Are you saying I'm not?
Unique?
Hardly.
In fact, it's pretty pathetic, really.
- You're pathetic. - I think what you have
is trouble maintaining inner cohesiveness.
That means that you have no ability
to recognize the separateness of people.
Your mother, your father, grocery clerk--
you can't recognize the difference between any of them.
You have lived your entire life
without enjoyment.
These murders--they didn't even give you any pleasure.
You don't even know what I'm talking about
when I'm talking about the girl from the club.
You sit here, and you're acting like
you're enjoying yourself, but the truth is...
You're not capable of enjoying anything.
This...
is all an act. It is not!
See that, Detective? He sounds like a kid.
You ever seen a toddler trying to put his toys away?
Gets them all mixed up.
You're acting like you're a big man,
but, really, you just carried into your adult life
the emotional development of a child.
Shut up.
These women that you murdered--they had lives.
They had families.
They had people who will miss them.
You took that away from them.
But at least they had it in the first place.
Anyone heard from Prophet?
I'm fine, Coop. Hey.
You weren't worried about me, were you?
We all got sprayed in the Academy,
but I'm pretty sure you didn't turn up that day, mate.
Gonna take more than pepper spray
to take Prophet down. Really? That's all it took?
'Cause you went down like a ton of bricks.
- That's not my memory of it. - You lost your memory too?
Oh, don't worry. Prophet's gonna stay in the family.
- Oh, yeah? - No.
Don't worry. I've already texted everyone at B.A.U.
- I sent them photos. - You guys done?
- No. - You got something in your eye.
Here, go on ahead.
Absolutely.
So we never did I.D. Jane.
No.
I'll add her
to the unidentified persons database.
That's a good thing to do.
As you know, I've been transferred
between departments about 800 times.
And that's a lot of forms to fill out.
I still don't have an "in case of emergency" contact.
Put me down.
I appreciate that, but you're my boss.
And I'm not certain that anyone besides yourself
would look for me.
That may be true before.
But that's not true now, Beth.
It's not.
You're a kind man.
Don't worry. I won't friend you on Facebook.
That's your loss.
I'll see you later.
All right, see you later.
♪ ♪
We're gathered here today to bear witness
to a fallen sparrow--
a woman who was dragged through the horrible darkness
on her way towards the light.
Jane, whoever you really are,
thank you for your sacrifice.
This evil would have never been stopped
if it weren't for the price you paid.
♪ ♪
-- sync, corrected by elderman --