ACT 2 - SCENE SET 3
INT./EXT. Morgan and Prentiss's SUV - 3.1
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Morgan drove, following the Arlington PD car in front of them. Prentiss sat in the passenger's seat. Nobody spoke.
Morgan occasionally glanced at Prentiss in the rearview mirror, but Prentiss stared ahead, unwavering. The tension was thick as molasses.
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INT. MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE - 3.2
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Reid slipped into the ME
ME Sonya Volkov: You're not a medical doctor, are you?
Volkov was a tall woman, almost as tall as Reid. Her hair was dark brown, perfectly straight with the ends different lengths, in layers. She had very little makeup on, except for a sharp winged eyeliner and a red lipstick. She wore a dark plain sweater with a V- neckline under a lab coat.
A hint of a tattoo Reid couldn't make out peaked through. Reid decided she was incredibly attractive.
Reid: What gave it away?
ME Sonya Volkov: Something about the way you walk, like you're a guest here
Reid, nodding: You should be a profiler
She smiled, showing off perfect pearly white teeth. She tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing a series of various ear piercings. You would think a tall woman with dark hair and clothing, and tattoos and piercings would be frightening, but she was anything but.
If anything, she was warm and welcoming, if not friendly. Her smile seems to light up the dark room, especially in the midst of several gruesome murders. It was an interesting juxtaposition.
Volkov: I'm messing with you, Your team leader called ahead, told me to expect you.
Reid laughed.
Volkov: I'm guessing you want to know about the murders?
Reid: Yes, thank you
Volkov: So it's nothing special. I'm guessing- blitz, starved for a day, maybe two on this one, then electrocuted.
Reid: Do you know with what?
Volkov: it's consistent with some sort of electric device being placed into water. They said the sheets came from a hotel?
Reid: Motel, yeah.
Volkov, nodding: My best guess- the victims were in the motel bathtub and what do you call it- unsub?
Reid nodded
Volkov, continuing: The unsub dropped some device in, probably the hairdryer.
Reid: Thank you.
Volkov: sure, it's my job. Hey, you got a business card or something?
Reid, pulling one out: Yeah, good idea you can call if you have anything else you find
Volkov: Oh sure. But I was thinking more like… calling you to take you out?
Reid, flabbergasted: What?
Volkov: A date, pretty boy. I like you. You like thai? I know a great place
Reid, completely unprepared for this situation and totally freaking out, stammering : Um… We.. this case.. I don't know.. I work a lot
Volkov: God, you're weird.
Reid looked down at his feet
Volkov, stepping closer to him: I like weird
Reid's head shot up.
Volkov: I'd kiss you right now except it smells like dead people in here. Kinda ruins the mood, don't you think?
Reid, nervous, nodded
Volkov: See you later, Dr. Reid. I look forward to our date.
Reid blushed and scurried out the room. This was undoubtedly the coolest thing that happened to him in weeks. Morgan would never believe it.
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EXT. GRAVELLY POINT - 3.3
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OFFICER #1: Have you guys seen something like this before?
Prentiss: We've seen lots of things. This is a unique M.O. but,
Morgan: Definitely not the strangest thing.
OFFICER #2: What was?
Prentiss: I couldn't say.
The female officer (Officer 2) smiled. The male one (Officer 1) did not. Morgan walked over to where the crime scene tape was still up
Morgan: So these bodies were just laying on the grass in the plastic wrap?
Officer 2, nodding : No attempt to hide them at all.
Prentiss: It's weird. Why do that? Wouldn't the unsub know that the bodies would be discovered incredibly quickly?
Both the officers and Morgan agreed. Prentiss walked to the nearby bench and sat down. She traced the grooves of the wood with her finger.
Morgan: You have an idea?
She shook her head
Prentiss: Just… thinking.
Those thoughts triggered a memory.
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FLASHBACK
EXT. GRAVELLY POINT (MANY YEARS AGO) - 3.4
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Young Emily: Why does she never come with us?
Mr. Prentiss: Your mother's a busy woman, Emmeline.
Young Emily turned up her nose at the use of her full name.
Young Emily: So are you.
Mr. Prentiss: That is true. Which is why you should stop nagging on your mother and enjoy this time
Young Emily smiled and took another bite of the sandwich she was eating. These outings with her father were interesting to say the least. Despite taking her to a park, her father was still a politician at heart and wouldn't be caught dead out of a suit.
So there he was, sitting at the picnic bench, tie and all, while Emily sat cross legged in the grass in her now wrinkled school uniform. Mr. Prentiss cringed at the sight, knowing if Elizabeth saw her, covering her once pristine skirt in dirt and sitting so unladylike, she'd scold them both. But Emily needed the chance to be a kid, even if it was only for the hour they spent between the end of the school day and heading home in the park.
It was worth it even if their protective detail made other park patrons stare at them and snap pictures that would eventually find their ways into the tabloids. He could see it now;
"Wild Child Socialite Emily Prentiss rolls around in mud"
He knew why she did it- the partying, the sneaking out late at night, the smoking she still thought they didn't know about. It was the same reason the 16 year old did anything- for her mother's attention. He sighed, looking at her pick at the grass she sat on.
Mr. Prentiss: Emmeline, we should get going. I'm sure you have homework.
Young Emily, rolling her eyes: Whatever.
She ate the last bite of her sandwich and stood up, brushing the dirt off her skirt. He was right- it was hopelessly wrinkled now. She began to walk back to the towncar before he even could stand. Oh, what were he and Elizabeth going to do with her?
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EXT. GRAVELLY POINT - 3.5
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Morgan: Prentiss?
Prentiss snapped out of her thoughts.
Prentiss: Hm?
Morgan: I just got off the phone with Reid. ME's findings confirm the killing in the motel theory.
Prentiss: Then why the park? We know it's not a forensic countermeasure
Morgan: I don't know. It's gotta be symbolic to the unsub in some way
Prentiss: Yeah.
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INT. MOTEL 6 IN FALLS CHURCH - 3.6
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CLERK: Can I help you, dude?
Rossi smirked
Rossi: I don't know, dude.
He flashed him his badge
Rossi: Think you can?
The teenage CLERK nodded nervously
CLERK: What, what is it?
Rossi: Have any of your rooms been missing a shower curtain that you couldn't find?
CLERK: Yeah, actually, how'd you know that? You some kind of psychic?
Rossi rolled his eyes
Rossi: There's been 3 murders here. Can I see the rooms?
The CLERK's mouth dropped wide open.
Rossi: Now, please
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INT. ARLINGTON POLICE DEPARTMENT CONFERENCE ROOM - 3.7
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Hotch: So according to the ME, they were killed in the hotel rooms. Rossi did you find anything?
Rossi shook his head.
Rossi: Just an idiot clerk. Room's had already been cleaned up. I sent CSI in, but…
Rossi: Nothing. The maid said the only thing weird was the curtains missing. No scenes of a struggle at all.
Rossi: I asked around, but it's a one night only mind your own business type of establishment. Nobody saw anything, and if they did, they're not talking.
Hotch nodded.
Hotch: Prentiss, Morgan. You two come up with something?
Prentiss: Other than the fact that the park is symbolic and not a forensic countermeasure… no.
Hotch sighed.
Hotch: Ok。Garcia's gonna keep doing a deep dive on victimology but so far, nothing connects them
Morgan: Which confirms the victims of opportunity theory.
Morgan sighed
Morgan: So we have no pattern of victim, no DNA, no witness and not even a clue as to the gender of the unsub?
He scoffed
Reid: Well, I do think based on the blitz attacks that it was a man. Statistically, a woman is more likely to use a ruse or poison and or drug victims to subdue them, not whack them into unconsciousness.
Hotch nodded.
Hotch: Everybody, go home, get some sleep. We'll meet back in the morning. Just in case the unsub revisits, I'll have Cameron assign plainclothes to surveil the park
Rossi: Ooh, have fun dealing with your favorite cop.
Hotch laughed and left the room, presumably to go talk to Officer Cameron. Morgan furrowed his brow
Morgan: Did Hotch just… chuckle?
Reid, smiling: I think he did
Prentiss: I don't think I've ever seen that.
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INT. Hotch's Bedroom - Early Morning (4,5 am) - 3.8
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Jack: Daddy! Daddy!
Hotch rolled over in bed, blinking away sleep
Hotch: Jack, buddy, what is it? Do you feel sick again?
Jack: I don't feel sick
Hotch: Good, then buddy- what time is it? Why are you up?
Jack: There's a woman at the door
Hotch: A woman?
Jack: She says her name is Penwelope Garteea
Hotch chuckled.
Hotch: Ok, tell her to come in and wait in the living room
Jack hugged his father
Jack: Ok Daddy!
He ran out of the room and into the living room. Hotch pulled on a quarter zip laying next to his bed and slipped on his slippers. This was highly unusual, but Garcia, albeit eccentric, wasn't one to show up at his home in the wee hours of the night uninvited if it wasn't important.
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INT. HOTCH'S LIVING ROOM - 3.9
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He sighed and entered the living room, where Garcia was sitting with Jack.
Garcia: Hey, Hotch.. Maybe Jacky boy here should head back to bed because…
It was clear whatever Garcia had to say wasn't appropriate for little ears
Hotch, nodding: Of course. Jack, you heard the woman
Jack yawned, clearly tired, and ran off to his bedroom
Hotch, once Jack was out of earshot: What is it?
Garcia: More- more bodies. 3 more bodies. At the park. This guy, whom we have no leads on- just killed three more people-before they were even reported missing.
Hotch rubbed his temples.
Hotch: Do we have their identities？ Same M.O. ?
Garcia: I'm working on it. And yeah, same M.O. Should I call in the team?
Hotch: No, no. If we don't even have names, yet- there's no need. Go home, rest. Thanks for telling me, though. I'll see you at 8.
Garcia nodded and let herself out of the apartment. Hotch rubbed his eyes and headed back to bed. How did this even happen with the officers there?
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INT. ARLINGTON POLICE DEPARTMENT - 3.10
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Hotch: Garcia, can you begin?
Garcia (via phone): Of course. This morning I paid our bossman a home visit because three more bodies were left at Gravelly Point in the early AM
Reid: 3 more?
Garcia: Yes. Marian Reyes, 63, Henry McCoy, 33, and Owen Woodward, 23.
Morgan: Again, this guy is all over the place. A grandma, a newlywed, and a frat guy? I mean-
Reid: Other than M.O., the only other thing in common these victims have is the set of 3.
Prentiss: that's what we've been missing. The number 3 is important to the unsub. Why?
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END ACT 2