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
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
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.
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.
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,
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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