02x21 - Open Season

[bunniefuu]

Hey, Paul, you hear that?

Yeah.

Hey, you gotta challenge yourself, Johnny.

That's the only way you're ever going to get better.

Ok, so, you aim straight for the heart Try to avoid the shoulder blades, and Uh, should be a quick, clean k*ll.

Ok, so, don't over think it.

You know what to do, just- just aim and sh**t.

Well, don't worry.

Took me a long time to get my first big one.

You just need more practice.

Hey, hey, easy.

I think we've been here 5 minutes.

Yeah, but look at her, broke away from the group Guy saw her alone, felt confident, and made his move.

It must be serious.

Ladies, this is Brad, a real F. B. I. agent.

Really?

Really.

No way.

That's exciting. What's it like at Quantico?

It's, uh, quite impressive.

What department are you in?

That's classified.

Ooh, must be really tough keeping all those secrets.

You know, it's a skill like anything else.

Carpenters are good at building stuff, measuring.

F. B. I. is good at keeping secrets and kicking criminal ass.

Well, somebody has got to do it.

Oh, do you have to carry your g*n and badge with you everywhere you go?

Affirmative.

Can we see it?

See what?

Your badge.

Please.

I'm sorry, that's...

Classified.

Figures. Of course.

Tell me, Brad, does it look anything like this?

Or, uh, this?

Or maybe this?

Poor lass, it's a tough job.

Agent Jareau.

Lady, you are officially in my top 8, and I am so blogging about this later.

Clink me.

Sorry, ladies.

A year ago victims and their vehicles disappeared from Washington state.

They were found over 200 miles away in the remote woods of Idaho.

Courtney Jacobs, 24, and Shane Everett, 25.

Autopsy revealed similar entry and exit wounds through the chest.

Ballistics?

No b*ll*ts were found.

Looks like they were out there for a long time before they were k*lled.

At least 6 or 7 days.

Then, what happened in that week?

I don't want to know.

Look at the way they're dressed, they didn't voluntarily go into the woods like that.

Yeah, neither did this man.

Found yesterday with similar wounds, there's still no I. D.

Ok, so, I'm gonna look for missing persons in Washington.

Look everywhere, we don't know where this victim came from We only know where he ended up.

Kills both males and females.

Victims were found with their clothes on, no degradation No experimentation, doesn't look like he's interested in either.

A serial k*ller with no sexual preference?

That'd be a first.

Broken nose and bark is embedded in his face, looks like he ran into a tree.

Now, how do you miss a huge tree?

Too busy looking behind you.

None of these are defensive wounds.

Courtney Jacobs' hands are torn up.

Shane Everett has only got one shoe on, it's like he ran out of the other one.

He sustained numerous injuries and just kept going.

Only one thing you run that hard for- your life.

One man's wilderness is another man's theme park.

Author unknown.

Transporting young, fit victims from Washington to Idaho poses huge risks.

Must have a good reason to chance getting pulled over, or have the victims escape.

It says here that every year 100 or so people go missing in Idaho's wilderness.

With millions of acres to cover, 1/3 of them are never found.

Sounds like the reason as to why this place.

Well, it offers privacy and the possibility the body will never be recovered.

An area this remote and rugged suggests that the offender is more comfortable in the woods.

Something like a second home.

My grandfather retired to the french alps.

He lived there until he d*ed.

There was a good 10-year stretch where he didn't come down off the mountain.

He had no running water, no electricity And his food supplies, everything, all of it came from the land.

You spent a lot of time up there?

Yeah, whenever we were in France, which was a lot.

Guess who's getting a gold star?

Oh, that'd be you, baby girl, if you got some good news for us.

Well, I started my missing persons search in Spokane county And wouldn't you know, there's been 10 in the last 5 years, all in their early twenties.

And isn't this interesting?

It's always in the spring and their cars are never recovered.

And fret not, I'm looking for the cars, too.

Anything else?

Mmm, oh, local P. D.

I dentified the latest victim through dental records.

His name's Alex Harrison, he's from Washington.

Where was he last seen?

Family statements say he was traveling to work in Spokane And both victims last year were traveling outside of Spokane, too.

All victims headed to the city.

And none of them reached their destination.

Garcia?

Already on it.

There are 4 major roadways into Spokane, highways 395, 195, and highway 2.

There's also interstate 90.

Were there any police reports or roadside assistance calls from those highways?

You're going to know that as soon as I do.

Ok, we've got 2 locations.

I'm happy to go to Idaho.

Woods is like your second home, right, Prentiss?

Yes, sir.

Hey, Reid, why don't you go to Spokane?

I could use the fresh air.

We'll touch base every couple of hours.

I'll call you when we get on the mountain.

We've got 2 male and 1 female victim, all about the same age, But from different socio-economic backgrounds.

The only thing they seem to have in common is they were traveling to the same city.

And broken bones.

There's a hairline fracture in the wrist, a sprained ankle, and a broken nose.

Also, early autopsy reports show soft, clean tissue damage And deep puncture wounds through the major organs.

b*ll*ts flare out when they hit the body, it's gotta be something else.

Whatever w*apon was used cut completely through the front of the chest And went right out of the back.

It's interesting, given the point of entry, that each victim has 2 wounds.

And it's always 2.

Uh, Raymond Schaeffer.

You must be agent Jareau.

Nice to meet you.

This is special agent aaron Hotchner. Dr. Spencer Reid.

This is sheriff Raymond Schaeffer.

Well, I see you're getting settled.

Thank you for the space.

Well, thank you for flying out.

Um, has Alex Harrison's family been notified yet?

Not yet.

Uh, parents were divorced, he lived with his father.

I was waiting for your unit to arrive.

I could use the company.

I'm happy to come along.

Hotch, I'll let you know what I find.

Thanks.

Is this your first notification, sheriff?

Uh, is it that obvious?

Uh, I can give you a few tips.

I just got this promotion And the sheriff I replaced retired after 30 years.

So, I got big shoes to fill.

I'm just happy deaths in our county are down.

Well, believe me, it never gets easy.

This father's worst nightmare is about to come true.

Boise National Forest BOISE, IDAHO How was the drive up the mountain?

Well, before or after the flat tire?

That good, huh?

I'm the head ranger, Lizzie Evans.

Hi, agent Prentiss, this is agent Morgan.

Agent Gideon's still in town.

You must be exhausted from the trip, but we need to keep moving.

We want to be out of here by nightfall.

Then, by all means, after you.

Yes?

Sir, are you Timothy Harrison?

Is this about Alex?

Politely ask them to sit, and, uh, be prepared for a physical reaction.

I once had a woman faint and hit her head And I had to give her the news a second time at the hospital.

That wasn't fun.

Mr. Harrison, can we sit down?

If you don't mind, I'd like to stand.

Sir, I wish I didn't have to tell you this But we've found your son Alex in the boise national forest.

So, he's ok?

I'm so sorry, Mr. Harrison, but Alex wasn't alive when we found him.

Denial is the first emotion so be prepared to explain to them how you know that this is their child.

This is a mistake.

Alex doesn't know anyone in Idaho.

How do you even know it's him?

Well, sir, when you file a missing persons report You gave us access to his dental records.

You're lying.

Be gentle, allow yourself to show emotion.

It'll validate what the family is feeling.

First rule on the police force, agent Jareau, no crying.

God, tell me this isn't true.

I'll do anything, please help me.

We can't imagine what you're going through, Mr. Harrison.

He's all I've got, my boy.

Don't you understand?

I do.

Sir, we're investigating Alex's death as a possible homicide.

m*rder?

We were hoping that maybe you could answer some questions.

Alex was the best wide out the huskies had seen in years.

He was physical, strong.

He had great instincts.

After graduation he wanted a career.

Didn't want to be known as a jock. This can't be happening.

I need to call Alex's mother.

Of course.

We'll stay here until your family arrives.

How long have you been a ranger?

5 years now, but I've lived in these woods my whole life.

Growing up out here help you do your job?

Look around. Do you see or hear anything right now?

No.

No.

There's a black bear about 25 yards to your right.

How long before we're able to do that?

Depends on how well you use your instincts.

Well, this gives new meaning to the word remote.

Yeah, it'd be awfully hard to find this location if you weren't familiar with the area.

There must only be a handful of people who know the terrain well enough to survive.

Boot tracks.

They're the same tread, but they're different sizes.

Well, there's at least 2 people who know this terrain.

Ok, so, this is where Alex Harrison's body was found.

Morgan, from this particular spot There are areas of higher ground that look down to where the victim d*ed.

Yeah, I got a perfect view of you through the trees right here.

Those are basic tactics that hunters use.

They use vantage points to watch their prey.

If these are tactics that hunters use...

They were precise enough to cover each other and take out their prey at the same time.

If both victims have 2 wounds, could be one for each offender.

I think we know how Alex Harrison d*ed.

You think this guy looks bad, you should see the driver.

He needed 10 stitches.

You better hurry, all the groups are filling up.

You like the challenge of a bear, don't you?

Actually, I prefer picking up my meat at a grocery store.

Oh, you're one of those, huh?

Better be careful out there Because in 3 days it's going to get busy as hell up on our mountain.

Hunting season?

Yeah, ever since somebody wrote about us in some fancy travel magazine We've got loads of tourists migrating up here.

If I was going to take out an animal anywhere from 100 to 200 pounds what type of w*apon would I use?

A shotgun and compound bow are the tops but buckshot can be a bit messy.

I love arrows.

It can completely penetrate the body of a small animal.

It's the most effective k*ll.

Arrows.

Hotchner.

Hold on a minute, I'll put you on speaker.

Hunting season officially opens in 3 days.

Does it look like the victim's wounds could be from an arrow?

Whatever punctured the organs had to be long enough to penetrate the chest and mimic a 22 caliber b*llet, so, yeah, it's possible.

I think these victims are being caught, taken to the woods and hunted like wild animals.

Oh, not again. Come on, Ruby.

Come on, baby, a few more miles.

Damn it.

Hi, hello?

Hi, I called before, my car's broken down for good.

Highway 2.

Can you hear me? Never mind.

You need some help, miss?

So, I started pulling hunting licenses.

You should narrow down the suspect list before you dive in.

Well, what else are we looking for?

You're about to find out.

We're looking for at least 2 offenders in good physical condition.

You'd have to be fit to make it through this terrain.

And nobody would go that deep into the woods without backup.

k*lling teams are like most partnerships, one weak, the other strong.

These men haven't exhibited any sexual interest in their victims So they're either developmentally prepubescent- - Or they could be related.

Immediate relatives wouldn't discuss sexual encounters Let alone perform them in front of each other.

If they are related, they could have an us-versus-them mentality.

Their bond will be unbreakable because it's all they know.

Most hunters put animals out of their misery.

The men we're looking for, they don't show any mercy.

These guys take pleasure in watching their casualties die a slow death.

Every spring for the past 5 years, people have gone missing.

We think the K*llers wait for their prey to migrate through these woods.

Courtney Jacobs, Shane Everett, and Alex Harrison were all healthy Smart adults who survived for days by following their instincts.

They found themselves in the middle of nowhere.

They were either approached in a way that wasn't threatening...

Or the offenders waited for a moment of weakness.

The perfect time to att*ck.

These particular hunters are very seasoned, they're very efficient.

It's no surprise that they've chosen a w*apon to be a compound bow.

It requires the utmost precision And it provides them with a challenge every time.

Like the trophy hunter, these men, they plan their killings with care.

They decide the type of victims they want, How and where they want to k*ll them, and with what w*apon.

Hunting is their sport.

Humans are their targets.

Use every hunter's instinct in your bodies.

Good luck.

Yeah, Garcia?

If they were buying their weapons close to home We need a list of hunting stores in Spokane county.

Let me call you back.

You should hear this.

The newspaper said the F. B. I. was here investigating those homicides.

I didn't know where else to go.

When Bobbi didn't show up or call When was the last time you talked to her?

Yesterday.

She was going to stay with me before this big job interview in Spokane.

She was really excited about it.

So, when she didn't show up, I knew in my gut that something was wrong.

I was the one that convinced her to stay with me, and, now...

This isn't your fault.

Ok.

Should we get some fresh air?

She's only been missing since last night.

You sure it's related?

I'm not going to wait to find out, I'm going to fax this to Gideon.

It's been 3 days since they k*lled Alex Harrison.

Why'd they take another victim so soon?

This is their hunting season.

Then they can't waste any time.

Only 2 days before it gets crowded around here.

They won't have any more privacy.

If Bobbi Baird is their next victim, she could be on her way.

This is Evans, I need road blocks now.

It's more than a feeling more than a feeling When I hear that old song they used to...

More than a feeling

You got that down good. Man, it reminds me of uncle Joe.

Whoa, we got a live one.

Get away from me!

Get it out!

There you go. -

Are-are you done?

What are you doing?

Nobody can hear you.

Yeah, you gotta save your strength.

What the hell do you want from me?

You want to have some fun?

Go ahead, you- you want to tell her?

Run.

Go!

Bobby Baird's last 2 cell phone connections were both to 911.

Looks like each call only lasted a couple of seconds before they dropped out.

She was on highway 2.

It's a dead zone for cell phones.

Any idea what the trouble was?

None, cruiser was dispatched to check it out But by the time he got there, there was no sign of her or her car.

And speaking of vanishing vehicles, I'm still looking for Alex Harrison's.

We're standing in the middle of 3 million acres.

She could be anywhere.

We've only got 2 m*rder sites, miles apart.

There's no pattern yet.

Both sites are low lying, they could be tracked from above.

Maybe there are blinds built into the trees, or at least access to them.

With good vantage points they could see their prey for miles.

Why'd we have to bring all this stuff? Anyone head of Beenie Wenie?

We're not 10 anymore.

Help! Help me! Help me!

Help, they're coming.

Who? -

There-there's 2 guys.

They're trying to k*ll me.

Oh, my god Joe Run!

She's really a lot faster than we thought.

Yeah, now it's going to get fun.

Stop, I can't keep up.

You stay the hell away from her!

Hey, um, look...

I'm really sorry about what happened to your friends, ok?

Our friends are dead, and those guys chasing you weren't after us.

Well, it doesn't look like it mattered much to them, did it?

Look, all I know is if she's around we could be next.

What are we supposed to do?

Leave her for those maniacs?

We don't know who she is! What if she did something to them?

2 psychos abducted me. All right?

The next thing I know, I'm running for my life in the woods.

Yeah, that's your story.

All right, look, we're gonna lose daylight.

We got 2 choices, we can either stick together or, or we go our own way.

We should stick together.

What?

You just be sure to keep a good distance between us.

Instead of referring to me as she and you, try using my first name.

Look, I don't want to know your name.

If anything else happens, I don't want to feel like I ever knew you at all.

What have you got?

Uh, there are 3 stores outside Spokane that sell the exact type of arrows you were looking for.

And before you ask, of course I've already sent the addresses to your handheld.

Garcia? You're the man.

Oh, no. You're the man.

Do you keep records to document who buys hunting arrows?

After a week we only keep receipts if they pay by credit card.

You get a lot of repeat business up here, don't you?

Every year people get their a*mo and supplies here Before headin' up to the mountains.

Uh, groups of men? Like, uh...

Fathers and sons?

Sure.

Can I ask you gentlemen, why is this a police matter?

We're looking for 2 men, possibly related.

You might remember them because one always does all the talking, And the other one would become very uncomfortable if you spoke to him.

It'd be even worse if that person were a female.

Well, there are these 2 brothers that have been coming here for years.

They got some supplies here a few days ago.

The younger one's so painfully shy, it's almost sweet.

And after all these years, he still hasn't warmed up to me.

Their uncle was a quiet man, he passed away some time ago.

You find a receipt?

No, they paid in cash.

I'm pretty sure their name was Mulford.

I think their uncle's name was Joe.

Thank you very much.

I'll call Garcia.

Garcia, I need everything you have on a man named Joseph Mulford.

Ok, it says here Joseph Mulford was convicted of multiple as*ault and batteries.

He owned a service station, but it changed hands when he passed away.

He gave it to his nephews, Paul and John Mulford.

I don't have to ask where it's located, do I?

No, you don't.

But since you did, gorgeous grey matter, I'll have you know, I'm pulling it up right now.

And the computer says...

What is it?

That service station...

It's located on highway 2.

Let me guess, close to where our victims have gone missing?

Bulls-eye.

Still no sign of Bobbi Baird.

Search teams are in until morning.

We're running out of time.

It's getting dark, I don't know what else we can do.

Well, you never know how someone's going to react When they're forced into circumstances like these.

If Bobbi's still alive, we just have to hope she's found a safe place for the night.

Just, uh, stay close.

It'll keep us warm.

Did you hear that?

Why don't you turn off the light, so they can't see us?

It's probably just an animal or something.

Well, something's not good.

Whatever that noise is, it's right behind us.

Footsteps are too light to be them.

If they were that close, they-they'd just sh**t us.

Look at them, they look pretty scared.

We should take them now.

No, we wait till first light.

It's more fun when they're not expecting it.

All right.

We've got a missing person's report.

2 couples camping over the weekend didn't show up for work and they didn't check out with the rangers.

I'll organize a search and rescue.

Where was their campsite?

Several miles from where Alex Harrison's body was found.

Do we think there's a connection?

Well, if these hunters are looking for more challenges, absolutely.

Let's go.

It's still not open, how convenient.

Let's take a look around.

It's clear It's a mustang.

Same make and model as Bobbi Baird.

These are definitely our guys.

No animal did this. That depends on your definition of animal.

Looks like somebody shredded it with a Kn*fe.

All the supplies have been dumped, not eaten.

They wanted to make sure if anyone found their way back here everything would be worthless.

Blood on the ground, 2 spots, here and there.

Hey, guys, we've got blood over here, too.

Ok, if I'm standing right up there, this is wide open, and I've got a clear sh*t at these victims.

It would explain all the blood on the ground.

What about over here?

That's another clear sh*t.

So, what do we think happened?

2 pools of blood, I say 2 victims.

Could be the campers.

Uh, question is, where are they now?

What is that?

They've already got one victim in these woods, why'd they att*ck this couple?

Well, maybe they had to.

Bobbi Baird's their target if she ran towards voices, well, she had to come right through this camp.

These people were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

They weren't supposed to die.

No, just got in the way.

Hotch found Bobbi Baird's car at Mulford's service station.

Hiding them in plain sight.

It's run by 2 brothers You heard of the Mulfords?

We go by first name basis around here.

But you tell me what they're driving, my people will find it.

Oh, my god.

Oh, did you see that?

Oh, ho ho ho!

Luke, look at me!

Come on! Don't do this!

Help me stop it!

There you go! Told you you'd get your first buck.

We gotta go!

I cannot leave him out here alone!

Come on, heather. Come on.

I can't just leave him.

Go!

Come on!

Go. Go.

We gotta go.

Come on!

Come on, it's too easy.

Oh, my god.

Come on! Come on!

All right, let's go.

So, what'd they do?

Just patrol the highway, looking for broken down cars?

We've got a 210 in progress.

Picked up dispatches.

Hey, Hotch!

You should see this.

Hey, what color was Alex Harrison's car?

It's blue, why?

I think we found it, along with some others.

If all these have cars...

We're looking at a lot more victims.

I got at least 3 sets of footprints here.

I lose them in the pine needles.

They pick back up over here.

Ok, Evans, can we get your team to help us out?

Yeah, bunting! Help these agents follow the tracks.

Everybody in before sundown!

Guys, look at this.

First one expired in 1980.

Boys weren't even born yet.

The uncle must have started the k*lling, the boys have continued the tradition.

What are you doing?

I don't know where we're going.

We can't just stop.

It's part of their game.

They love the chase.

As long as we're running, we're just giving them what they want.

We don't get the hell out of here right now, we're both going to die.

Not necessarily.

Paul and John Mulford, 26 and 22, were orphaned as toddlers.

Abandonment issues.

State kept them together by finding their only living relative, their uncle.

He raised his nephews completely off the grid. They never went to school No socialization other than the patrons of the station.

He was drafted in 1968.

He was only 18 years old.

He was relieved from duty 2 years later, reports of hallucinations and delusions.

The boys were raised with no social compass by the only relative they ever knew.

Psychotic possessed with bizarre beliefs, who taught them how to hunt and who to k*ll.

Look at this.

They've been hunting in those woods their whole lives.

It's from her sweater.

♪♪♪♪♪♪

No! Don't!

I'm sorry.

Whoa, ok, ok. It's ok. It's ok.

You're ok. You're ok.

Johnny, Johnny! Look at me! Look at me!

It's oK. It's ok.

I found the I. D. s of Joel and taylor brause 2 of the missing campers.

Married?

Yeah.

This is agent Morgan, go for Gideon.

Gideon here, where are you?

We followed the tracks for several miles, and now we can see something in the distance.

Can you get to higher ground?

You see it?

Smoke.

You're all right. It's gonna be all right.

I don't think so!

I know-I know so.

But you gotta be strong.

It's a lot of blood. It's just a lot of blood, it's all right.

Oh, god, please, no...

I'm gonna go take care of that friend of ours then I'm gonna come back, come back and we're gonna get you fixed up as good as new.

I promise, I promise.

Ok.

Where are you, you son of a bitch?

I'm tired of running!

You're a coward, just like your brother.

I see the fire. It's right through those trees.

There's a man lying next to it.

Could just be a couple campers.

Let's be prepared if it isn't.

F. B. I.

He's covered in blood.

We gotta get him out of here.

I'll call for an evac.

Son, can you hear me?

My name's jason Gideon, we're with the F. B. I.

We're gonna get you out of here. Ok?

Can you hear me? Are you here alone?

Over there.

She's gone.

It's a woman.

She was sh*t with an arrow.

There's a compound bow about 25 feet away from the body.

What? The other victims were sh*t in the chest area.

This boy has wounds in his lower abdomen.

You don't think he was sh*t with an arrow?

It looks like he was stabbed.

Son...

Are the men who did this to you still in the woods?

We have a team of F. B. I.

Agents looking for them.

It's all right.

They've got an order to sh**t if necessary.

No! No, no, no.

It's ok, it's ok!

You are safe- you are safe here.

Don't sh**t him!

He's all I have.

Is your brother out there?

What's your name?

Johnny.

Johnny, you need to tell us where Paul is.

Before it's too late.

Just tell me where he is.

Tell me where he is.

He said about half a mile due east.

Let's go.

Paul Mulford! F. B. I.

Put down your w*apon!

No!

It's ok, it's ok. It's ok, it's ok.

He's clean.

Johnny...

It's ok, it's ok.

You got him?

Yeah.

I'm going to call Gideon.

Is he dead?

Soon.

How can these guys do something like this?

Because they don't think like you and me.

How does it feel, you son of a bitch?

Looks like I had all the fun.

Awful people they surround you ain't they just like monsters they come to feed on us giant little animals for us

The british historian James Anthony Froud once said wild animals never k*ll for sport.

Man is the only one to whom the t*rture and death of his fellow creatures is amusing in itself.

You ok?

I've never seen you look so, um- - Quiet.

What's up?

Bobbi Baird asked me a question that's sticking with me.

What was it?

She asked me how they could do it.

How those men could...

Hunt and k*ll people in the woods.

What did you tell her?

That they don't think like we do.

But... the truth is...

That we do think like them.

Yeah, we do.

Because it's our job.

We need to know how it feels.

We hunt these people every day.

The question is, how different are we?

Us and them?