Wai-wai-wai-wait!

Just... just look at me! Please!

Is this... is this the hospital?

D-did I make it out? I made it!

This isn't the hospital.

Oh god, please, please, please.

Please.

A NIGHT IN THE SHOW Featuring Charles Chaplin

You're not teaching today? This afternoon.

What's this? It's genius.

You have Chaplin on film?

My great-granddad was an accountant at one of the first movie studios.

He lived in California? No, no, no. Chicago.

Essanay Studios. Closed 1920.

Back then, you had 4 of 5 movies made in the U.S. They were all made in Chicago.

They closed down and let my grandpa take a...

Eh, a couple of extra prints home. They let him?

Well, that's the family story. We're stickin' to it.

This guy's a genius.

How come you haven't brought these in before?

Showing it to my cadets today.

I try to leave'em with some kind of strategy for dealing with the stress the job brings.

Like comedy.

Greatest gift my granddad ever left me.

What's going on in here? Oh, Mr. Chaplin. The funny guy.

You know, if what I hear is true about that man, that right there was the original player.

Ok, but, guys, seriously, what's up with the rickety projector?

They don't have this on DVD?

Hey, some people like things run through a projector.

I think I'm gonna let you two old-timers do your thing. I'm out.

Hey, I got a couple little tramp reels if you have time.

I got a few minutes.

That's...

Agent Jareau? It's open...

Detective McGee, Kansas city P.D. I called last week.

About some missing people in downtown Kansas City.

Uh, right, right.

I'm sorry. Didn't I ask you to send me your files first?

Yeah. Um, about that, I... I don't, uh, have any files.

No, no one's actually been reported missing yet.

It's… it's more like a theory. Theory.

Yeah. Um...

Brought you the most relevant ones. I have, um, like, 40 more of them.

I catalogue everybody I come in contact with on the street

um, names, descriptions, uh, what they're wearing, identifying marks.

Anyways, my department assigned me to keep an eye on downtown,

uh, skid row, dopers, um, hooker stroll, what not. Typical stuff.

And everything was going good until I started noticing there were less and less every week.

Of… Of… of them.

Less vagrants, less… less prostitutes, less junkies strung out on the corners.

Well, sounds to me like you're doing a good job.

Yeah, that's what my bosses think. I actually, uh

Got an award last week from the mayor's office.

So… So I'm not doing it.

Crime went down because the people committing the crimes have disappeared.

And… and then, over the last several weeks, people seem to be disappearing at a couple a day.

Isn't that the nature of these particular groups is that they're transient?

No. No. No……not this many this fast.

I… I'm telling you, I can… I can talk to somebody at lunch,

and by dinnertime, they're wiped ... the face of the earth.

OK. Um, how many is it? 63.

63 people? At least ...

63 people that I regularly used to see are just not there anymore.

And then last week, I, um

I got this in the mail at the stationhouse.

There are two types of people in the world. Those who do the work and those who take the credit.

You should be ashamed.

Somebody else knows that I'm getting praised for something that I did not do.

63 people. You're… you're sure about this?

Something is happening out there, Agent Jareau.

Something bad.

You aren't sure whether anyone is in fact missing.

No, I…I am sure. I just can't seem to convince anyone else of it.

There's been no official investigation? No.

63 people can't be coincidence, right?

Reid, any stats on the percentages of, um well, I don't really know how to phrase the question.

Homeless who go missing?

The very nature of homelessness suggests a lifestyle of fluidity, yet

honestly, they're not as transient as you would think.

They generally stay in small, well-defined areas based on familiarity and what services are nearby.

So... so you're saying they don't just disappear.

Not normally, but I mean, that doesn't preclude the possibility.

Names, addresses, descriptions.

Do... do you have any information that might help us find them again?

I... I didn't have a need for it at the time.

Garcie, do you have enough here to see if they've been reported missing by someone?

I don't... I don't know.

I... I ran them all through our computer and came up blank.

None of them turned up deceased? Checked the morgues and the hospitals?

I... I have checked everywhere, sir.

Simply being gone isn't a federal issue.

We're gonna need an official invitation into your jurisdiction.

An official? Police Chief, Chief of Detectives.

It has to come down through the chain of command. We have no authority to look into this.

Um, I don't know that I... I can do that.

Unless we're officially asked, we can't help you.

Jurisdictional issues aren't open for debate. Sorry. It's out of our hands.

Uh, Hotch...

There could be 63 victims here.

Well, I suppose you and I could go b... with the detective and talk to his commanders

and try to impress upon t... the serious implications.

Thank you.

If we get an invitation, we could send for the rest of you.

I just don't want to give the appearance that we're running over them.

I'll wrap my class up.

If anything changes, let me know. I should be available by 4:00.

J.J. Be ready in 30. Agent. Um, sir...

He... he took 2 of my book. Uh, if you could leave your notebooks with us,

we can unofficially go over them ... maybe develop some more information.

How about I show you, uh, which people are... around anymore and you can copy down all the information.

Ok. Well, you heard Agent Hotchner.

You got 30 minutes to brief us on 63 people.

Ok. Um...

Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity,

nothing exceeds the criticisms made of the habits of the poor by the well-housed

well-warmed, and well-fed. Herman Melville.

Landing in 10 minutes... What?

We're landing in 10 minutes… Already?

It's a fast plane.

He's really into those notebooks... Almost obsessional.

You mean clinically obsessional.

Obsessive note-taking could be a form of O.C.D.

So the only witness we have to any of this might be mentally unstable?

That's possible... This may be a wild-goose chase.

But as someone I greatly respect suggested, 63 people may be in trouble

and I think that that's worth the chase.

Damn... That is a lot of people.

Homeless men, homeless women, runaways, prostitutes, and drug users.

Can all of their disappearances be a coincidence?

Yeah, technically it wouldn't really be a coincidence

since a number of these people share high-risk traits, which throws the curve off.

You see, the word "coincidence" implies more…

Hey, kid, we do not need… a vocabulary lesson right now.

Right. Sorry.

What was it the Yorkshire Ripper said about his victims?

The women I killed were filth, bastard prostitutes that were littering the streets.

I was just cleaning up the place a bit.

He's a housecleaner.

Mission-based killer who believes his murder are helping society.

These guys devolve rapidly into the just killing machines.

And our hands are tied by jurisdictional concerns?

Well, what are we supposed to do?

If we don't follow the city's jurisdiction, no one's gonna ever ask us for help.

We do it by the book. Then we pray...

That no one else gets hurt in the meantime.

You're kidding me, right? You got nothin' I need.

Someone wants company.

What, like a date?

I'm supposed to take you... In this?

Get in... Slow down.

Private party's gonna cost about 500 bucks, baby... Get in.

But you're all right with that, 500 bucks, cash?

He'll pay. Get in.

You're a twitchy little thing, aren't you?

No. Use the side door. No one can see you.

Yeah. Whatever.

All right, you beautiful thing, you.

Talk to me. Tell me you got something I can work with.

Oh, I wish I could, but I've gone through 41 names so far

and none of them reported missing in any database.

Come on, girl. Not one? No.

I even went Interpol on it. Big fat zero.

Damn... It's unbelievably sad, isn't it?

All right. Well, just keep doing your thing, all right?

Let me know if you find anything with the rest of the name... OK.

What'd you do to yourself, girl?

That driver...

What is it he gave me?

What the hell?

You took my shoes? What are you, some kind of freak?

Let me outta here!

Look, if this is your idea of a joke, I'm not laughing.

Oh, you're gonna pay for this, freak. Believe me.

I'm hurting.

I cut myself.

Would somebody please help me?

Would somebody please help me in here?

Police Department... KANSAS CITY, KANSAS

This is my desk over here.

Is this your commander's office? Yeah.

Uh, I'm... I'm gonna go talk to him first... Sure.

This is the neatest detective's desk I have ever seen.

You did... you did what? Call you back.

I'm guessing it didn't go too well.

I'm Captain Wright.

Agent Hotchner. This is Agent Jareau. We're with the FBI's behavioral analysis unit.

Listen, guys, I don't know what Detective McGee here told ... yes, you do.

I told them that there's a large number of people missing from my area of responsibility.

No. You think there are a large number of people missing.

We discussed this last week. He informed you of this before?

Agents, we have run every one of the names from his notebooks

and we couldn't find a single missing report.

Tell him what the other agent said about... about homeless people not going missing like this.

That's not exactly what he said.

Listen, guys, I... I'm really sorry you came all this way, but we don't need any F.B.I. help.

May I have a word with you in your office?

Uh, yeah, sure. Sure. Right this way.

You should have told us he already knew.

Would you have come?

Any news?

Haven't heard from Hotch or J.J.

Garcia went through all the names but could find a single report to hang an investigation on.

We've been compiling preliminary profile though based on the limited victimology that we have.

Profile? We don't even have this case yet.

We just want to be prepared in case we are called in.

We don't have enough other work to do? Gideon, he's a housecleaner.

With 63 potential victims.

What have you come up with so far?

I can't believe he did this.

Well, Detective McGee is pretty sure that these people are missing, sir.

Now, Detective McGee is... A little obsessive-compulsive?

Oh, you noticed that, huh? Doesn't mean he can't be a good cop.

I thought assigning him to keep an eye on skid row would be harmless.

Well, most of those people only cause trouble for each other.

Is this the envelope the letter came in?

Yeah. They dusted for prints. It's clean.

You've only been a cop for 4 years and you're already a detective.

Yeah, they, uh... Promoted me to keep me away from the general public.

That's why I'm baby-sitting skid row.

Look, I'm sorry he got you to travel all the way here.

Sir, we're happy to help with the problem.

What problem?

Sir, 63 people missing from a localized area is unusual.

Are you kiddin' me? Bums, whores, junkies.

Can these people even be missing?

You seem hostile to the idea that these people could be in trouble.

No, what I'm hostile to is a member of my command recruiting the F.B.I. to handle a case

that I don't even believe is happening.

You know, the note he received could be an UNSUB reaching out. It's not uncommon.

Or it could be another cop who's pissed off that McGee got an award.

Sir, this type of UNSUB is relatively easy to catch.

Nobody else has to get hurt. As far as I know, no one has been hurt.

I have some experience in this field, and I believe that your problem's only going to get worse.

Oh, well, thank you. We'll keep an eye on that.

You have a safe trip home.

What if they were cheerleaders? Excuse me?

Or teachers? Or mothers?

How did you put it? Can bums even be missing? Well, sir, they can.

They can be hurt, they can be scared, and they can be killed.

You must really care about these people. It's my job to care about them.

Most cops would say it's their job to keep 'em in line.

Yeah, well, my father taught me to be a different kind of cop.

Was he a detective, too?

Yeah, he was a... he was killed in the line of duty in '85.

I'm sorry.

Captain Wright was his partner.

It's the only reason the department keeps me on.

I'm sure that's not the only...

This postmark... Excuse me?

Kansas city... Right.

Missouri. We're in Kansas city, Kansas.

Yeah, well, they're just across the river from one another.

No, what they are is right across the state line.

Hotch, it's federal... What?

If we want this case, it's ours. It's federal.

This letter came from across the river, from Kansas city, Missouri.

Interstate communication. Puts it in federal jurisdiction.

Sir, this is now a federal case. I would like to retain Detective McGee as a consultant.

You're not opening any investigation in my jurisdiction.

I don't want a fight with you. Even though this is a federal case,

If we develop any information, I will come to you and your men will make the arrest.

And why would you do that?

Because that's how we operate.

Anybody there?

Hello? I cut myself in here.

Is somebody there?

Do you wish to know the future? What?

Would you like to see exactly how your day is going to end?

Oh, god, no. No.

Oh, please, I have a baby

Her name is Sheila May. Please.

I just want to go see my daughter.

I know you're there.

Why... why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you?

What did you do?

What is the legacy of a whore, Maggie?

Aids, syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes

hepatitis, disease, and filth.

What did you do?

You... Were... You.

B.A... I'm Jason Gideon.

Agents Morgan Prentiss, and Dr. Reid... Captain Wright...

If you, uh, want to get your squad together, Captain, we could start giving the profile.

Already? We've been working on it all day.

Oh, have you, now? Just out of an abundance of preparedness, yeah.

Give me a few minutes, guys, huh?

I'm not sure if he's really ok with this,

or he's sure we're wrong and wants to see us embarrass ourselves.

I don't have any diseases.

I just went to the clinic. I'm clean.

You don't even know the meaning of the word.

Now, you have been judged and sentenced to death.

No.Pl... please, don't kill me.

I have a daughter. I will do anything you want.

I assure you, I'm not without compassion.

You are roughly in the center of a 130, 000-square-foot facility.

You have until sunrise find your way out of here.

If you don't, your sentence will be carried out.

You only have a few hours, Maggie.

We're going to provide a psychology profile of the man we're looking for.

It contains some unusual, specific personality trait that someone out there is bound to recognize.

Which will make him relatively easy to locate.

Long-lasting, negative impression he leaves on anyone he might meet.

We have a term for the killing behave this UNSUB displays

Cleaning house... fix... what's wrong with the world.

He's deeply rationalized this behavior, and while he certainly knows the killing is wrong,

he truly believes that he's doing the world a great service.

Ultimately, this type of UNSUB becomes a loner.

There will not be too many people that can still tolerate him.

Now, if he does have a relationship at all, the person will not be his equal.

It'll be someone subservient to him.

He'll be fastidious, tending toward obsessive-compulsive disorder,

and he'll have an overwhelming sense of indignation towards the things that he's judged to be wrong.

He wouldn't even consider the reasons why someone might disagree with him.

He sounds like a real jagoff... Exactly. Class a scumbag.

Detective McGee started noticing the disappearances a year ago.

The UNSUB probably had a stressor at this time...

the death of a family member or someone who had some semblance of control over him.

Right now, no one has control over him.

It's probable that he isn't currently working after this many victims.

And the devolution that it brings a job just wouldn't leave him time to practice his true calling.

Which is... A predator, a killing machine.

By now, it's become all he thinks about.

It's not fair, you son of a bitch!

What are you lookin' at?

Just want to ask you a few questions, my man.

About what? Unfamiliar faces walking around here.

Is there anything I can do for you? Get you to a shelter, maybe?

Have you ever seen one of them shelters?

I'll take my chances in the park.

At least I got the birds I can feed there.

Ok. Ok, I understand.

Be careful, you hear me?

This world needs all of its beautiful ladies, and that means you, too, Mona.

You're a good guy.

You think? Yeah.

You make the people around you feel good.

Well, he's no Charlie Chaplin.

Again with the Chaplin... How'd you guys do?

Well, Reid got propositioned by every prostitute we talked to

but we didn't find anybody who thinks they'd seen the UNSUB.

Same story with us. We saw Gideon and McGee a block back.

They hadn't had any luck, either. It's odd.

If the UNSUB were out here, he'd stand out.

You know, people would recognize the description. So where does that leave us?

Right where I thought we were.

Captain? You said this guy would definitely be memorable.

You were adamant.

So if no one out here remembers him, according to you, he doesn't exist.

That's not exactly what we said, ... It's what you implied.

What do you think happened to them, Captain?

I told you, I don't think anything happened to them.

Oh, that's right. You think they all got houses and jobs.

Ok, all this means is we have another piece of the puzzle here.

Someone got over 60 street-smart people out of here and no one noticed.

It's almost like he blended in.

It's more than that. It's like he must somehow belong.

Like he's here all the time. Like social services.

What?

Captain Wright... Yeah?

Does your social services department patrol around? Excuse me?

Do they drive around in the middle of the night looking for people to help?

No. They have to be called, and then...

Morgan!

Mona! Mona, wait a minute! Do not get in that van!

What are you doing? I thought you didn't need any help.

He's gonna drive me to the park.

Hey, how's it goin', my man?

I should ... Slow down. What's your hurry?

I got a lot of work. I should go.

Sir, do you have a city employee I.D.... Look, I really don't have time for this.

Yes, you do. I.D., Please.

Out of the truck! Out of the truck! Get out here!

All right, all right! Don't hurt me!

Just... Don't hurt me.

Oh, no way.

Please. I just...

No! No.

Not fair.

I don't... I didn't do anything.

Everything's good. It's good. It's good. He's good.

He's terrified.

Of us? Of the UNSUB

Garcia couldn't find much on this guy at all.

No employment records, no tax records, no credit cards, no bank accounts.

The van is registered to a paper corporation out of the Cayman Islands.

Other than having a valid driver's license, Steven Foster has no paper trail.

My guess is he's devoted his retire life to helping the UNSUB.

UNSUB takes care of everything for him.

In return, Steven provides fresh victims.

So how do you know there's another guy?

Does he look like he could clean and pull off 63 murders?

So if he's his accomplice, why is he so afraid of the guy?

Steven's the only person in the world truly aware of what the UNSUB is capable of.

The only one still alive.

Sadism and torture invariably get worse with every victim.

That's why this was so important. We couldn't take the chance that it wasn't happening.

That's him? He's not the UNSUB.

Well, then... then who is he? Only relationship the UNSUB has left in the world.

His only friend.

Did you want me to publicize the arrest, put some pressure on the UNSUB?

No. He might run.

Ok, so, uh, how we gonna find him, then?

Steven's gonna tell us where he is.

Well, finally!

You took your damn time, didn't you?

What the hell am I doin' here, anyways? I didn't do nothin'.

I mean, what's the charges? Do you even have any?

What did I do, offer to help an old lady get a... get to a park?

Is that even illegal? I don't think so.

Should be getting some kind of award instead of sitting in here waiting for you to decide to talk to me.

I know you're gonna...

Charge me with that wreck, right, crashing into that car?

That was the other cop's fault, the black guy?

He jumped into my van. He caused me to... it was his fault.

It... it wasn't me. It was... there were witnesses, you know.

Sit down.

I've been standing on the other side of the glass thinking about what to do with you, Steven.

And this morning I decided to save your life.

You're gonna tell me where my killer is.

You're gonna give me an address, and you're gonna tell me how to get inside without raising an alarm.

You're gonna draw me a map if I need one.

And you're gonna do this because he's never been nice to you.

He constantly insults you and belittles you.

He emasculates you and makes you feel ugly and stupid and worthless.

Nothing you ever do is right.

Never good enough.

You hate him, Steven.

And you're also going to tell me because you know you screwed up last night.

He told you that your paramount concern was not to attract the attention of the authorities

and you know the punishment will be severe.

Nobody knows better than you what he can do to people.

I've spent a long time studying monsters like your friend, and I can promise you...

He's gonna do things to you that even you can't imagine.

I can't.

My family's always worked for his family. It's all I know.

His father died last year and left everything to him, all the money, all the...

He... he's the last one.

He... he changed after. He's different.

He's... Meaner.

He's gonna hurt me so bad.

Not if we lock him up.

Not if you tell us how we can put him away.

Holcombe.

His... his name is Charles Holcombe.

He owns the old meatpacking plant.

Are you gonna hide your face from me? Coward.

That old man was begging.

I'm not gonna give you that, you son of a bitch.

I'm not gonna beg you for anything.

But you will beg, whore.

They all do.

Charles Holcombe! F.B.I....

Don't do it. Let me do my job!

It's ok, It's ok. Look at me.

You're all right. It's over.

The face. You've got some cuts, but you're gonna be ok.

No. I want to see his face.

Morgan.

I won.

There's an ambulance outside.

Can you have someone check on my baby?

My mom's baby-sitting her, and... and I didn't get home last night.

We'll take care of it. Thank you.

Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles.

Charles Chaplin.