[Indistinct chatter, laughter]
Okay.
[Screams]
Run.
Go ahead, Penelope.
A few hours ago, two campers reported
a monster stumbling onto their campsite.
First responders found a dead man
with half of his face obliterated.
What do local cops think happened to him?
Local cops would be us,
'cause this is where it happened.
- Quantico. - Mm-hmm.
More specifically, Lunga Lake.
It's a 1,000-acre park
open only to military personnel and D.O.D. families.
The unsub reach the Quantico perimeter?
Quantico's 200 square miles.
It's not fenced in like Camp David.
You got the national park...
He may not have even known he was even there.
Okay, so Quantico is right here.
Who's the victim?
A marine.
Semper Fi.
Member of the family.
His name is Sergeant David Clayford.
Attacked while camping in a one-man tent.
Alive for more than a day after the attack
with the left side of his face hanging in pieces.
How could this happen in our house?
A brutal assault like this
and no one has any idea what happened to him?
No. No other crime scene related.
They think it could be an isolated incident.
But Coop, this happened a mile from where I park my car.
Mick and Prophet, we're going to the crime scene.
Beth, you're gonna go with Gina to the morgue.
She's at her sister's swearing-in ceremony.
Judges, Generals, the FBI--
that family scares me.
All right, guys. Let's go.
Look. Sergeant Clayford's blood trail leads back here.
It looks like he was attacked in his tent.
Master Sergeant Strathmore, Sam Cooper.
Thanks for holding down the site for us.
No thanks needed, sir.
On base, we're taking this personally.
As am I.
I hear you were embedded with a marine corp unit
in Afghanistan. Today I'm just here
as Special Agent Sam Cooper of the FBI.
Well, you're definitely the guy I want
running point on this thing, sir.
Sergeant Clayford was field camping.
Traveling light.
Not much to see.
You'd be surprised.
He's a skilled camper.
Set up a tent in a good position.
The ground would drain easily if it rained.
It's facing east.
Sunrise would be his wake-up call.
So how does someone sneak up on a seasoned camper
and trained marine?
- Clayford did two tours, right? - Yes, sir.
Maybe he had some form of post-traumatic stress disorder.
Lot of guys come back, need to take something
to be able to sleep. It's common.
Maybe he's medicated.
Let's play this out.
He's asleep. Possibly unarmed.
Makes sense. He's on friendly turf.
The unsub would approach from the east.
Under the cover of darkness.
So he'd have a light source-- a flashlight, maybe.
But he managed to get to the tent undetected.
Then he blitz attacks. [Groans]
Why didn't Clayford fight back?
Cheap chloroform.
The unsub must've used the chloroform to subdue him.
Then, once he's unconscious, he slices Clayford's skin.
Clayford's left half-dead.
With half his face... falling off the skull.
A hero's final battle.
[Strained breathing]
[Suspenseful music]
♪ Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior 1x12 ♪ The Girl in the Blue Mask Original Air Date on May 18, 2011
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
This is Sergeant Clayford.
And I have to warn you-- - It's all right.
Thank you.
Three ripping fissures,
originating from behind the left jawline.
Continuing on 30-degree tears of six inches to the mouth,
eight inches across the bridge of the nose,
and thoroughly evacuating the left eye socket.
Just below the left ear is a puncture wound.
He lived a full day after this.
It's amazing he lived so long.
I mean, it must've been excruciating.
Well, he was a marine.
In the initial trauma, the carotid was nicked.
The force of the blunt instrument
cracked the skull on both temples.
So he's bleeding out while his brain was hemorrhaging.
And what kind of instrument was used in the attack?
It must've been a hammer of some sort.
Non-metal. A mallet, maybe. Wooden or plastic.
His face has just been torn apart here on the side.
Yeah.
There's no burn or powder marks.
It's like his face burst from within.
The skin can stretch six times its elasticity
before it ruptures.
And these puncture wounds suggest an injection site.
Can you take tissue samples?
See what and how it was injected.
Yes, ma'am.
So there was an earlier victim?
Yeah. I opened the crime scene radius
per your request, and ten days ago...
Some hikers found the body of Amy Sherigan.
She was a 17-year-old runaway.
Her body was found in Prince William Park,
adjacent to Quantico.
She had been living in a makeshift campsite
in the backcountry part of the park.
Her body was super decomposed.
Ugh. I hate this part of my job.
The forensic report says her face was badly mutilated,
her lips, ears, and eyes had been removed,
and the mouth cavity emptied.
Now that could be post-mortem scavenging.
I mean, buzzards, creatures-- the woods are full.
And razor-sharp removal of the left post-auricular
and supra-clavicular skin.
Behind the left ear, jaw, and the neck areas--
same area our unsub attacked David Clayford.
Are there any signs of sexual assault?
No. Bless her heart,
she was alive for a few hours after the attack.
Coroner report says the initial attack was with a hammer.
Same hammer that was used with David Clayford.
Okay, so we've got a lot of rubber mallets in construction,
especially wood-working and bending sheet metal.
Stonemasons back home, they're always shoring up walls
with wooden mallets so as not to break the rock.
All right, so our unsub was probably a man.
- Yeah. - A tradesman of some sort.
He's handy with his tools.
And the knock-out cloth...
the knock-out cloth that he used
was a worker's rag bought in bulk.
Which was impossible for us to trace.
Beth and Gina said that David Clayford
was injected with some kind of gas.
Slaughterhouses.
Hunters dressing their kill.
They take a compressed air gun,
they stick a needle into the hide of a goat or a cow...
and it separates the skin from the muscle,
making it easier to skin.
So our unsub, all he would have needed was
a needle, a hose, and a portable tank of air.
That's a lot of equipment to lug around in the woods.
Well, it shows that he was intent on
skinning his victim, but he failed.
He literally butchered the first victim with a knife.
The air gun ruined the skin of the second attempt.
You know what's interesting?
All the victims died.
But it's not as if he set out to kill them.
It's as if--
it's as if he's fixated on their living tissue.
To what end?
I mean, what is he gonna do with the skin?
I don't know.
I mean, cannibals, they usually can't resist
sampling their prey at the kill site,
but there's no evidence of that here.
I mean, despite the drastic mutilations,
all the skin is accounted for.
He obliterated the faces of the first two victims.
We don't know why.
We know that if he's not getting the results that he wants
that he's gonna keep doing it until he does.
We gotta dig deep.
I know this might be hard for you,
but it could really help us find your brother's killer.
Anything.
I gave him that Jetboil Stove for Christmas.
Boils a pint of water in less than a minute.
It's not a cheap unit.
What is it you want me to do?
We can get a better understanding of your brother
through his belongings.
Okay.
That's his bag.
His mat.
His tent.
Does your brother have a hard time sleeping?
He taking any meds for it?
Yeah.
Since he got back from his last tour,
he had a hard time sleeping indoors.
He preferred to sleep outside on the ground.
That's not his cooler.
- You sure? - Yeah.
He was proud of being a spartan camper.
Take only pictures, leave only footprints.
He wouldn't have taken a cooler camping.
[Softly weeping]
Okay.
Okay, so the cooler's clean.
He didn't use it.
Plastic's hardened from the dry ice.
All right, so if we calculate
how long it takes for this dry ice to melt,
we'll get a time and a travel radius
to and from that crime scene.
Why's he leave the cooler behind?
Something spooked him.
There's confusion...
The unsub's attack, it went awry...
So he drops the cooler, making a run for it.
Maybe he brought the cooler in the hopes
that he could take the skin after he removed it.
It looks like David Clayford was a very unfortunate
experiment in skin harvesting.
Maybe he's making a suit of skin, like Ed Gein.
He's focusing on the left side of the face.
And the cooler, it's small.
He's trying to get small pieces, not use large sections of skin.
Maybe he's trying to fix himself.
I mean, he could be disfigured.
You know, trying to change his appearance.
Yeah, but then he'd be autografting
sections from his skin onto his body.
Heterografts are from one person to another.
Sometimes burn units use pig skin,
but it's only temporary.
All right, so if he's taking skin for heterografts,
he'll need somebody else involved.
[Pop music plays over headphones]
♪ ♪
[Twigs, leaves rustle]
[Electricity crackling] [Gasps, groans]
[Whimpers]
I promised.
Hold still. [Cries]
Rangers found her staggering along the loop.
Tasers in her back, left side of her face sheared off.
- Cindy. I'm Agent Cooper with the FBI--
She doesn't remember much,
and she's on the table in five minutes.
I understand, but I have to speak to her right now.
How bad is it?
You're gonna be all right, okay?
- You're gonna be all right. - What do you remember?
I was running, and then pain in my back.
And a man... [Crying]
in a sweatshirt. Did he speak to you?
He said, "you have such pretty skin."
Okay, this is gonna have to wait.
What else do you know about this guy?
- [Whimpers] - She's been traumatized, Coop.
She's barely conscious, okay?
[Whispers] I know, I know. Cindy, I'm sorry.
But could you just stay with me just a little bit longer?
When he was cutting, he said that he'd promised...
[Crying]
But it hurt, it hurt so much when he was cutting.
[Crying] It hurt! Shh.
The unsub tells the victim that he promised...
which implies some sort of commitment to someone.
The motivation is emotional.
He's doing this for someone that he loves.
If he was practicing his harvesting techniques
on Clayford and he failed,
then he was successful with Cindy.
I mean, he sheared off a thin layer of her face
and he took it with him.
High risk of taking another person in broad daylight.
It shows us that he's desperate towards his goal.
Attacking this girl... I mean,
it means he's collecting skin for a young woman.
A daughter or a wife.
A girlfriend? Could be.
I have a question for the plastic surgeon.
Honey, I know what I promised.
It's still two days until your birthday, I have time.
Please don't cry.
No. You can't take this off!
Not until I fix it.
Daddy's gotta go to the garage.
Please don't go.
It's for you, honey. It's your surprise.
Somebody's got a big birthday coming.
Sweet 16.
You haven't messed with the window, have you?
No.
No one can see in...
Or out.
There's nothing to see out there.
The world is an ugly place, Kristi.
Believe me, I know.
[Door closes]
[Sobs]
What are the chances someone with no medical experience
performing a skin graft or transplant successfully?
- Zero. - Even with an autograft?
Whoever took this girl's face won't have graftable material.
It's extremely difficult to prepare skin for travel,
even under the best conditions.
What about a heterograft? Could that be successful?
Transferring the skin of strangers?
Infection, graft rejection, et cetera,
the chances are less than zero.
What do you mean less than zero?
Death.
- Sorry, ladies. - Thank you.
So if this unsub is attempting to transplant...
no matter what he tries,
that skin is not going to travel.
Okay, so he comes to this realization.
Would he be deluded enough to kidnap a donor
and attempt a person-to-person transfer?
He might.
Uh, sir, just a simple "Happy Birthday" on the cake?
"Happy Birthday, Kristi Anna."
C-h-r-i-s...?
K-r-i-s-t-i.
A-n-n-a.
We'll have it ready for you tomorrow.
I'm sorry, I was trying to make a call.
I pressed the wrong button.
Yeah, Anna, how you spelled it.
You have very pretty skin.
Judging by the compression and bruising
of the interior capillaries,
the trauma happened quickly.
So I did some more extensive sampling
of the tissue in the same area and found this.
Tiny microns of debris inserted in the tissue
during the delivery process.
Refuse mixed in with the compressed air?
- Right. - What was the refuse?
Particles of paint.
So when the unsub charged the air gun,
the intake sucked in particles of wherever he was at the time.
- Exactly. - Where was he?
It's not the where, it's the what.
What kind of paint was used?
Puce.
Kind of brownish purple.
Industrial? Artist's?
I mean, you gotta give me more than just "paint."
Was he painting houses?
Was he painting pictures of houses?
Um...
Was there something else in the tissue sample?
Did you check for mold or metal filings?
- I'll have it tested further. - Okay, great.
It's just we need to be very thorough.
- Yes, ma'am. - Thank you.
Okay...
So the unsub thinks he has the talent.
The ability to take skin and remake someone's face.
And judging by the age of the last victim,
odds are it's a girl. Could be disfigured.
Not necessarily.
If he is delusional, she just has to fall short
of his standard of beauty.
She's whatever she's been told she is.
Yes, much like advertising.
That's how they get you, isn't it?
Undercutting your self-esteem.
You can never be too pretty or too thin.
You know, at my sister's swearing in,
my father referred to her as the smart one.
I assume that makes you "the pretty one."
He doesn't even realize what he's saying.
He just always thought that was enough for me.
He's shocked when I achieve anything.
Well, his thinking may be why you overachieve.
No. His type of thinking
is that I don't have what it takes for this job
and that he's expecting me to fail.
You need to call him and tell him he's wrong.
My father's never been wrong a day in his life, Beth.
[Marker squeaking]
Delusions are as necessary to this man's motivation
as reality.
So if he thinks that he can perform a transplant,
then that's what he's gonna try to do.
If we're looking at the skin,
we might well look at the means toward the end.
The stitchery skill that would be necessary
to perform such an operation.
Is it at all possible that the unsub could be
a highly proficient tailor?
I don't know.
He's certainly confident on some level
of his fine motor abilities.
Taxidermist.
A taxidermist might use an air compression gun
in filleting animals.
He'd be proficient in sewing skins and hides.
That's not bad.
Penelope. Yeah.
Can you run a check on local taxidermists?
Taxidermists, huh?
We're taking some names in the radius of the crimes.
They tend to live in secluded areas,
some of them hunt out-of-season,
and supplement with illegal foreign animal skin trades.
Any with propensity for violence?
Uh, let me see...
What about this guy?
Emory Boyd, he runs Todd's Taxidermy.
It's just outside of Dale City.
Okay, let me see.
So that has gotta be...
That's five miles from the park.
Man of the woods, prone to violence,
he was suspected last year of attacking a game warden.
Oh, get this.
A few months ago, he went up into the Smoky Mountains
armed with only a knife to kill a bear.
He was seriously mauled, broke his arm,
face is a wreck.
He recently put his shop up for sale
and no one's seen him for weeks.
- It's worth an interview. - Let's ride.
[Country rock plays on radio]
♪ ♪
Oh, this is the place? Doesn't look like anyone's home.
Eh, I've seen a taxidermy shop
in the back of a beauty parlor back home.
Oh, great.
Sounds like a lovely place you come from there, down south.
[Chuckles] [Gunfire]
Oh!
[Gunfire continues]
Should we call for backup?
Looks like it's just one guy with a shotgun.
Let's take him then.
Where's Coop?
I got him.
Okay, fire high into the top of the door.
When Coop has the guy subdued, we storm the place.
- He said all that? - Yeah.
He'll subdue the guy?
We've been in this spot before.
Just watch and fire high.
[Gun clicks, fires]
[Explosion]
Now. [Guns firing]
Go, go!
Watch the arm, damn it!
[Grunts]
Compound fracture. Early gangrene.
- Set it myself. - Good for you.
- Now get off it. - Look for the girl.
- Hey, don't go in there. - Go, go.
[Growling, gunfire]
- Aw! - Wait.
[Groans]
Guess you don't have a lot of gray timber wolves
back there in Wales. Do you, brother?
[Chuckles] Congratulations.
You just shot up a $3,500 trophy-mounted gray timber wolf.
You just took a shot at the wrong people.
[Grunting]
Check the rest of the house.
Sit down! Ah!
- We're with the FBI. - FBI?
Thought you were a friend of mine,
drives the same truck.
That's the way you treat your friends?
He tried to rip me off of some bear skins and gallbladders.
A lot of money in that.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say will-- - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Do you understand me? - Just take me to jail.
Oh, I would if I could.
I gotta take you to a hospital first.
Place is clear. There's no one here, Coop.
Of course not. I'm an army of one.
He ain't the guy, Coop.
All right. Let's call Garcia.
Tell her we need some roadside assistance.
We're gonna have to wait here for a while.
[Sighs]
[Whispers]
Oh, my God.
What?
What is this?
[Gasps, screams]
Oh, my God.
Look, if the unsub is attempting a facial transplant,
the recipient has to know
that somebody else's life is at stake.
Maybe not. It could cost both their lives.
And to her, perhaps it's preferable to suffer physically
rather than risk the loss of someone's affection.
That could explain the relationship
between the unsub and the secondary victim or patient.
Husband-wife, brother-sister.
No, no, no, the unsub is a man.
It is way too easy
to manipulate the emotions of a young girl.
Believe me.
It's father-daughter.
Okay. I'll run it by Sam.
Are you all right?
You know Cindy's in for a lifetime.
A lifetime of painful skin grafts.
It isn't her arm, it isn't her leg,
it is her face.
I just hope that she has the support and the strength
to come back from something like that.
I can't believe what you did.
What do you mean, Kristi?
Is that what you do?
Kill things out there?
What things? Where?
That baby pig.
Did you kill it?
You went into my workshop when I told you not to.
What did you do to my specimens?
I threw it all away.
You have no idea what you've done.
Were you torturing those little animals?
No.
I'm learning things. I'm learning how things work.
It's hard to understand but I am trying to learn something
that will make things better for us.
Haven't I taken good care of you?
- Yes. - What you saw scared you.
And I understand.
Being in this house all alone while I'm at work.
But you've gotta remember,
you got a big birthday coming!
The government has put way too many animals
on the endangered list.
You got many takers for this skin stitchery class?
Not many. Money's too tight for hobbies.
Yeah, well, anybody stick out in your mind, though?
A lady wanted to stuff her pet cat.
Always get a couple of those.
Anybody else?
One guy wanted to barter painting a room
of the place for a lesson.
Beth and Gina found paint
in David Clayford's tissue samples.
What else you know about this guy?
He wanted to know where he could get some live pigs.
Little ones. Piglets, you know?
Makes perfect sense.
If he was thinking about experimenting,
he'd do it with animals first.
Desensitize himself to the cruelty,
then he could practice his methods.
- On pigs? - Their skin is similar to ours.
Remember the guy's name?
Kevin, Melvin-- something, I don't know.
[Car approaching]
Car's here.
Did this guy tell you why he wanted to use these pigs?
He wouldn't. Weird.
Weird?
You fought a bear, dude. Let's go.
Uh, glad I caught you.
We're pretty closed. Everything's all put away.
The cake, it's for tonight. A surprise party.
I'm not allowed to reopen the register.
I could write you a check. Please?
My daughter's gonna be so disappointed.
It's her 16th birthday.
Well, I'm just on the inscription,
I haven't put on any of the decorations.
That's fine.
Yeah. I kinda need it now.
I'll bring it out to you.
Kristi Anna, right? Right.
[Electricity crackles]
Let's not bruise that pretty, pretty skin.
What do you got, officer?
We think this girl may have been taken by the unsub.
Dawn Taggert, 17. Didn't come home for supper.
Father came down, found the back door open, called us.
The police found the same kind of taser wire
used on the jogger. Tasers again.
He's striking less aggressively now
'cause he doesn't wanna damage the skin on their faces.
Here's a photo of the kidnapped girl
from the employees' wall.
Unfortunately, that pristine complexion
makes her an ideal donor candidate.
He solved the problem of transporting skin
by kidnapping live tissue.
Dawn must've been the perfect target--
same skin, same age, same tone.
Is it safe to assume
this is what the unsub's daughter looks like?
Possibly. At some point.
But if he attempts the transplant,
they could both end up disfigured.
They might not even survive.
Ma'am?
I'm Gina LaSalle with the FBI,
this is Agent Griffith. Hi.
He didn't open the register.
The only thing missing is Dawn.
All right, I'd like you to check special orders
against pickup and payment, if you don't mind.
Okay, let's see...
There's a cake missing. A birthday cake.
Do you know who ordered it?
A Mr. Smith.
There was a special inscription, though.
"Happy Birthday to Kristi Anna." It's an odd spelling.
Can I take a look?
Four victims.
The first, he uses a knife and butchers the skin.
Leaves empty-handed.
With the second victim,
he switches to the compressed air gun.
But he screws that up, too.
He even leaves the cooler behind.
Third victim, he goes back to some sort of knife.
Gets a sample intact, but it's useless within the hour.
In all three cases, he leaves the victims to die.
The guy's indifferent to their suffering.
He's numb.
He's desperate.
The logical next step is to kidnap living tissue.
No matter what the risk. No matter what the cost of life.
Dawn Taggert, perfect skin, goes missing.
Everybody all right?
Yeah, lucky for us, our guy was a bad shot.
Mick went all Rambo on a stuffed animal, though.
All: [Laughing] Okay, we think we're looking
for a father harvesting skin for his disfigured daughter.
Possible named Kristi Anna.
Twisted sense of parental love.
Love poisoned by guilt.
You know what, we're looking at this all wrong.
Maybe this is just a normal guy who is driven by guilt
into a hell where he's trying to fix his daughter.
Whoever the unsub is,
and however she's been disfigured,
he has done this to her himself.
- Yes. - So whose hell is worse?
His or hers?
Excuse me. [Door closes]
What's going on?
I mean, suppose he's using her disfigurement...
A disfigurement that he caused to imprison her?
All right, so we'll find her, we'll free her,
and we'll bring him to justice. That's just it.
Okay, so we arrest him.
And his hell is over. We've put him out of his misery.
But hers? It's forever, Coop.
They're both under a cloak of darkness.
Gina, both of them. Sam...
your amazing ability to have empathy for these guys
is what makes you so good at catching them.
But I'm not like you.
I-I-I don't...
I don't think everyone has a light.
I think some people are born into darkness just as much
as I believe in straight-up good and straight-up evil.
And who taught you that?
My parents. My mother.
Yeah?
- Fine, my father. - Exactly.
I've been having this argument with him for 20 years.
I know it.
And now you sound just like him.
There's something else.
Your father is angry at me
for offering you this job in the first place.
So don't make me wish I didn't.
That's great, so now I'm a disappointment for you too.
Of course not.
And you won't be.
I just need you to respect my methods.
I can be challenged as your mentor or your teacher,
even as your friend.
But not as your father. We're clear on that?
Yeah, we're clear.
Good. Let's get to work.
[Panicked breathing]
[Singing] ♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪
[Whimpers]
♪ Happy Birthday, Kristi Anna ♪
♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪
[Whimpering]
Okay, Kristi. Make a wish.
But I know what it's gonna be.
I don't know about this.
What are you gonna do to her?
Come on, now.
Blow out your candles.
[Sobbing]
Daddy, let her go. Please, dad.
The candles are burning down.
Now I made a promise, and I keep my promise.
Blow out your candles so that you can make a wish.
Happy Birthday, baby girl.
[Continues sobbing]
[sobbing]
Dad?
I'm happy with the way I look.
I'll make you happier.
Kristi, believe me. I know.
Please don't do this. Please don't hurt her.
The mask doesn't bother me at all.
Really.
It bothers you. Trust me.
[Struggling moans]
We're looking for a man
who's got a daughter named Kristi Anna.
That's Kristi with a "K." K-r-i-s-t-i.
And the daughter's birthday is gonna fall
within a 72-hour window of today.
Also, Penelope, the daughter probably has
a fair complexion, if that helps.
There's gonna be some history of abuse.
Either spousal or with children.
I'm searching, I'm searching...
B.T.W., this girl's name is a great filter.
Yeah, unless they're using aliases.
Point well made, friend.
The father could be using a fictitious last name.
Okay, up until four years ago,
I have a Kelvin Sharpenburger.
42, series of abuse charges against him.
He beat his wife one too many times, so she left him
and took their daughter, Kristi Anna, with her.
That's our guy.
Wait, wait, no, I'm sorry. What did you say?
Did you say that the wife took the daughter?
Yeah, but then he kidnapped the daughter and disappeared,
until he showed up drunk one night
at a walk-in E.R. clinic,
saying the daughter had fallen into a fireplace.
Then little girl tells the nurse what really happened
was that the father
held her face really close to a wood stove,
saying she reminded him of his wife.
Ugh, hospital called the police,
but he took the daughter before they got there.
You got a photo of this Kristi Anna?
Uh...I've got a fifth grade school photo.
After that, she was in and out of a bunch of schools.
Mostly truant. I'll send this to you, though.
Actually, she's 16 today.
All right, so he's gonna live in a rural setting,
where the daughter not going to school
won't attract any attention at all.
He's concerned with appearances
and attention to detail.
What about one of those specialty painters?
You know, like, the guys who do the stenciling in the houses.
That's it. They use these custom knives
to carve out their stencils-- - Air compressor.
Compressed air to airbrush the paint.
Penelope... Stencil painters.
I've got him. Kelvin Cornwell.
He's the only stencil painter in 30 miles.
Custom interiors.
Highway 12, just outside of Dale City.
18 months ago rented a house, according to utility bills.
Okay, Penelope, send that to our P.D.A.s.
We're out the door.
Daddy, no, please. I-I don't, I don't...
I don't want this. I promised you
that I would fix things by your 16th birthday.
And I keep my promises.
Didn't I say that I would never drink again
after that night?
Didn't I?
You can't hurt someone else, dad.
We're way too late for that, Kristi.
I have done nothing for the last four years
but think about this moment,
waiting for the time that I can make you beautiful again.
- No. - Don't say no to me.
I'm sorry.
Stop fighting me.
You think I like doing this?
I do this all for you, and this is how you act?
You could show me a little gratitude and respect.
Now, let's get this over with.
Go! Go!
FBI!
Get your hands in the air.
- Give me your hands. - Beth, take care of the girl.
Got it.
Over here. On your knees.
You're gonna be all right.
You're safe now.
It's all right. Kristi Anna.
We know all about it. You're safe now, okay?
Let us help you.
- Medic. - [Cries] Kristi!
Just want to make sure that you're all right.
[Whispers] Daddy.
No!
Don't.
It's too terrible for anyone to see.
Whatever is hiding behind the mask,
you need medical attention.
He was gonna operate on that girl
and give me her face, wasn't he?
Yeah, but we got him, Kristi.
How could he do that to her?
How could she live without her face?
Because you're his daughter.
And some fathers will do anything for their children.
Take my hand, okay?
Hey. You're okay.
Okay?
And we're gonna let the medic look at your face, okay?
No.
Everyone out.
You too, Coop.
I'm gonna leave you with the-- - No.
- I'm-- - please stay.
Don't let go of my hand.
You are so brave.
You can do this.
Okay?
- [Sharp inhale] - It's okay.
How bad is it?
There is nothing wrong with you.
You have a beautiful face.
No. I don't.
Yes, you do.
That's impossible.
Dad gave me ointments and creams,
I put them on my face every day.
Your face healed.
Kristi, you are beautiful.
- I don't believe you. - Do you have a mirror?
Okay, I want you to take a look at your face, okay?
- I can't. I--
- It's okay. Hey.
It's okay.
I know this is hard to understand.
- I know, I know. - How can this be?
He told me I was ugly.
That I was a monster, that I was disfigured.
That no one could stand to look at me.
Why would he do this?
I wish I had that answer for you, Kristi.
Your father loves you.
But you are the mirror that he looked into every day.
And what he saw of himself was ugly.
He stopped believing that anyone could love you, him--
even though you were the one that loved him the most.
And everything he said about you,
he was saying about himself.
Remember that.
Okay?
[Crying]
Good work.
I just learned right now
that it's okay to push you harder.
Because you didn't think I could handle this?
Wisdom and knowledge
comes with some degree of grief.
I guess there was a part of me
that was trying to protect you from that, you know.
But as a parent protecting a child.
No.
As a fellow FBI agent protecting another FBI agent
that I care deeply about.
As long as we're clear.
You know how they train elephants for the circus?
They tie these heavy chains around the baby's legs,
and no matter how hard they pull...
Can't move.
And then when they grow up,
the handler starts to take the chains away
but the elephant's given up.
All the handler has to do
is use a little string to control it.
All they needed was someone to say...
"You're strong.
"Your chains are weak.
And you can set yourself free anytime you want."
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