Mindhunters Page #3

If you want to do any

blood samples on the autorad,

analyze fibers...

scout samples...

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 50 miles offshore.

If you run out of toilet paper,

you are sh*t 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.

Go!

What?

He said dress for an island.

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,

Nicole.

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 101 bullshit.

That's not who you are.

All for killing him

in his sleep?

Bad for you... 1:45.

Damn!

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

together.

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.

10 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 11, and...

All I know is this.

You don't confront your demons

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