Mindhunters Page #4

and defeat them.

You confront them.

Then you confront them.

Then you confront them

some more.

Every single day.

You are seriously f***ed up,

you know that?

You know what I hate

about you, J. D?

What?

You only want me for my mind.

What happened?

I'd like to know

how Harris got it here.

I'd say the issue is "why?"

Here, kitty kitty.

What kind of simulation is this?

Ah. Oh!

Ugh.

10:
00.

That supposed to mean something?

So, what, is this supposed to be

some kind of warning sign?

Well, if I know Harris,

it's a sign of something.

It's 9:
30 A.M.,

Saturday morning.

We're in search

of an unknown crime scene.

We'll split into pairs.

The first one who finds it wins

my eternal love and devotion.

And a dead cat.

And a dead cat.

Now, this place

must remind you of home.

Ha.

Happytown, USA.

Sst!

Look.

It's little Bobby.

Little Bobby's gonna grow up

to be big and strong

and pursue a career

in buried children

and dismembered mummies.

Now, that will make

Happytown proud.

I think you're

in the wrong line of work.

No, mate.

Not me.

Hey!

Dinner at Harris' house.

Pass the nuts.

Charming.

Great.

A cigarette machine.

Temptation is everywhere.

Hey, Agent, we searching

together or what?

Suit yourself.

I'm on vacation.

Hey, Vince!

Check out

the other side of town.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Huh.

Hey, everybody!

Harris, you are one sick

son of a b*tch.

Stay on my 6.

Okay, everybody, it's about

that time to look alive.

We have victim.

Or victims?

We got a single victim.

Caucasian female.

25, 26.

The puppeteer.

That's a hell of a signature.

Why don't you check

the employee logs, receipts?

See who shopped here, who

worked here. That sort of thing.

Let me run forensic,

work the timeline.

Sara, why don't you check

the carcass?

Sara!

Sure.

Oh.

There's splatter

behind the counter.

The girl was definitely moved.

Any venture as to weapon?

- You want to take point on M.O?

- Absolutely.

Nic, not to step on your toes,

but I'm gonna bet

the guy's a trophy taker.

What are you smiling about?

If the taxpayers only knew...

I think I'll go see if the

UNSUB's still in the building.

Sweetheart, it's just

a simulation, yeah?

Where we're from, a site search

is called procedure.

Yeah?

We should have been allowed

to bring our guns.

It doesn't feel real

without my gun.

Hell, Vince,

how real do you want it?

Don't move.

Don't move! Sara.

Let's see what freak show

Harris has in mind.

It's no fun unless

it's a challenge, right?

Move!

Aah.

Aah!

My legs!

No!

Don't touch it!

Help!

It'll burn you!

- They're frozen!

- Help him!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Stop!

This is a joke, right?

That was just a simulation.

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