CM6: Sense Memory
Feb. 4th, 2012 06:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylLos Angeles. Misanthropic taxi driver sounding off. A fare. A flash of cornfields. "It must be my lucky night" Oh don't say that. At home with Prentiss: her dark past locked up in the safe. Em has a cat! Called Sergio! <3 A surprise An open window. Call to the cat sitter: a white lie about the trip, reassurance about the window, and a brunch date. Just how you'd expect standoffish!Emily to run her life. An anonymous phone call. Paranoia: perfume bottles on the windows; a table and vase in front of the door; a night spent watching for possible intruders.
Prentiss is tardy. And grumpy. Reid's social skills are offline. Abductions and murders. Different victimologies and dump sites. All drowned in methanol. Intriguing. Hey UNSUB? You've forgotten to connect your condenser to a water supply. He's collecting scents? Infodump on methanol. "It's essentially the chemical used to separate other chemicals from each other" Because the word solvent is way to confusing. What's with the skin patch taken from the foot? It's all about smell? Wow but that passenger is obnoxious. "Maybe the soaking serves a purpose" He's extracting something. Chloroform: very old school. Hotch realises its a cab.
Garcia is on form: "Taxis are tracked more than Gaga's twitter" Poor Spence: he needs Rossi to explain pop culture to him. Meanwhile back at Mad Science Central, we're in serious breach of H&S regulations. "I think this guy's a scientist and he's experimenting" Reid cracks the case. Nudity hidden by convenient bits of furniture: didn't Austin Powers do this trope to death? I begin to see why this guy is a taxi driver and not a chemistry post-doc. Profile: he's a grumpy taxi driver. "Combinations are my life's forte, O tall and smart one." Obnoxious customer doesn't get any less obnoxious with more exposure.
Derek and Em practice being driver and fare. Morgan tries to get Prentiss to unload: "Derek, because I like you I am going to ask you not to do this" Prentiss cracks the victim selection method. "Distillation/extraction" Prentiss obviously wasn't a science nerd at school. Hyperosmia. Garcia with the address. Depersonalisation: the UNSUB calls them by a subject number rather than by name. Saved by the bell. Again with the coy object placement. Chase! An echo of Reflections of Desire. Ouch, that's gotta hurt. Irony by dictaphone.
Nabokov for the close: "Nothing so completely revives the past as a smell that was once associated with it" Prentiss gets a mystery parcel. Hypervigilent entry regime. Reid asks Emily to the cinema: "Did Morgan put you up to this?" "Morgan has no idea what Solaris is!" Prentiss firewalls her life, as Reid's confusion over Sergio shows. "Thank you" "For what?" "For being you." "Thanks. I don't know how to be anyone else" "Yeah. That's what I love about you" Because Emily Prentiss knows all there is to know about being someone else. The box? Contains a flower. Flashback: Em in France, doing the gardening. A raid. "I want to talk to Sean" For some reason, although Prentiss is speaking French the police seem to be Italian. Doyle, I presume. An extremely cool character: "Kill me or arrest me, but I will not lie on the ground like a dog" A flower — the same flower as in the box — left crushed into the ground. Meanwhile, back in the present, Em decides it's time to grab the kitty and run for the hills.
Prentiss is tardy. And grumpy. Reid's social skills are offline. Abductions and murders. Different victimologies and dump sites. All drowned in methanol. Intriguing. Hey UNSUB? You've forgotten to connect your condenser to a water supply. He's collecting scents? Infodump on methanol. "It's essentially the chemical used to separate other chemicals from each other" Because the word solvent is way to confusing. What's with the skin patch taken from the foot? It's all about smell? Wow but that passenger is obnoxious. "Maybe the soaking serves a purpose" He's extracting something. Chloroform: very old school. Hotch realises its a cab.
Garcia is on form: "Taxis are tracked more than Gaga's twitter" Poor Spence: he needs Rossi to explain pop culture to him. Meanwhile back at Mad Science Central, we're in serious breach of H&S regulations. "I think this guy's a scientist and he's experimenting" Reid cracks the case. Nudity hidden by convenient bits of furniture: didn't Austin Powers do this trope to death? I begin to see why this guy is a taxi driver and not a chemistry post-doc. Profile: he's a grumpy taxi driver. "Combinations are my life's forte, O tall and smart one." Obnoxious customer doesn't get any less obnoxious with more exposure.
Derek and Em practice being driver and fare. Morgan tries to get Prentiss to unload: "Derek, because I like you I am going to ask you not to do this" Prentiss cracks the victim selection method. "Distillation/extraction" Prentiss obviously wasn't a science nerd at school. Hyperosmia. Garcia with the address. Depersonalisation: the UNSUB calls them by a subject number rather than by name. Saved by the bell. Again with the coy object placement. Chase! An echo of Reflections of Desire. Ouch, that's gotta hurt. Irony by dictaphone.
Nabokov for the close: "Nothing so completely revives the past as a smell that was once associated with it" Prentiss gets a mystery parcel. Hypervigilent entry regime. Reid asks Emily to the cinema: "Did Morgan put you up to this?" "Morgan has no idea what Solaris is!" Prentiss firewalls her life, as Reid's confusion over Sergio shows. "Thank you" "For what?" "For being you." "Thanks. I don't know how to be anyone else" "Yeah. That's what I love about you" Because Emily Prentiss knows all there is to know about being someone else. The box? Contains a flower. Flashback: Em in France, doing the gardening. A raid. "I want to talk to Sean" For some reason, although Prentiss is speaking French the police seem to be Italian. Doyle, I presume. An extremely cool character: "Kill me or arrest me, but I will not lie on the ground like a dog" A flower — the same flower as in the box — left crushed into the ground. Meanwhile, back in the present, Em decides it's time to grab the kitty and run for the hills.
