All language subtitles for CCCriminal.Minds.S16E05

Previously on
"Criminal Minds: Evolution"...

We thought these cases
were connected --

the shipping container,
Rory Gilcrest,

our spinal-cord guy.

And now we have
our smoking gun.

Prentiss:
This is a network.

Rossi: This is the biggest case
we've ever had.

And these missing kill kits
look more like time bombs.

Tyler Green is our only lead

on the most elusive killer
in 15 years.

Rebecca: If this UnSub
has some form of IED,

he's going to use it.

Jennifer:
He's heading into the park.

[ Grunting ]

Why would a serial killer
be carrying a fake bomb?

You didn't join that network.
You infiltrated it.

You people...
ruined...everything.

Oh, my God.
He's my informant.

Everything okay?

I had to go in for a physical
and they drew blood,

and my platelet count
was like over 400.

It could be cancer.

[ Crickets chirping ]

[ Etta James' "At Last" plays ]

♪♪

♪♪

Please wait here.

I'll let him know
you arrived.

♪ At last ♪

♪ My love has come along ♪

♪ My lonely days ♪

♪ Are over ♪
[ Sniffing ]

♪ And life is like a song ♪

Hi.
[ Chuckles ]

Finally.
Nice to meet you.

Likewise.

I know it's cliché, but...

a rose for a beautiful
woman named Rose.

Why, thank you.

And I hope you understand
about the phone.

Men in my position
require discretion.

Of course.

Your assistant told me.

I turned it off.

I mean, you go
to a comedy club

and they ask you to turn
your phone off, so I get it.

Then we can enjoy
our evening.

This is, um...

I mean, does she...
live here?

♪ I found a dream ♪

Is this her house?

One of them.

♪ That I could speak to ♪

She's so inspiring.

You know?

I mean, she is what I wanted
to be when I grew up.

You must hear that
all the time.

Never gets old.

I'm very lucky
to have her as a mother.

♪ A thrill that
I have never known ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ You smile, you smile ♪

♪ Oh, and then
the spell was cast ♪

I hope it's not too painful
to talk about,

but in addition
to being discreet,

I also do
my due diligence.

I'm very sorry to hear
about your mother.

Oh.
[ Chuckles lightly]

Yeah.

Sometimes there are whole years
that are rough.

♪ For you are mine ♪

You know?
Oh, I do.

♪ At last ♪
Before she passed,
I told her

I would name
my first daughter after her.

That is a beautiful
sentiment, truly.

Thank you.

I like to think
she's looking down and --

[ Suspenseful music plays ]
Oop.
[ Chuckles lightly ]

Sorry.
I'm not usually a lightweight.

You okay?

Actually...

I need to sit down.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Muffled groans ]

♪♪

[ Metal rattling ]

[ Whimpering ]

[ Muffled cries ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Muffled whimper, scream ]

Relax.

[ Gasping ]
[ Chains rattling ]

It'll be better
for the both of us.

[ Screams ]

[ Sounds distort ]

♪♪

Jennifer: "A man begins
cutting his wisdom teeth

the first time he bites off
more than he can chew."

Herb Caen.

Will's lungs are clear.

He's not fighting off anything.

But his white blood cell count
is high.

I can't make heads
or tails of it.

How worried
do we need to be?

You mentioned cancer
on the phone.

Maybe cancer.
Maybe.

We have to work backwards
to rule things out.

These numbers are going in
the wrong direction

from last time, though.

I'm not crazy about that.

Last time?

Thanks, doc.

Babe, what --
Thank you.

How long have you known
about this?

Not long.
Just a few months.

Months?!

Come on.
These tests can mean anything.

There's no point
in making you worry.

Okay, babe, well, now --
now I am worried.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

Is that work?

Yeah.

But I'm --
I'm gonna stay home.

No, you're not.
Come on.

I have a few more white
blood cells than normal.

Do you need my mom
to help out with the boys?

I love your mama, but no.

Then here's how this
is gonna work.

You are gonna tell me when
the next set of results come in.

And if you don't?
I'm not calling my mom.

I'm calling yours.

Honey, don't do that.

Mm.

Seriously.

Come on.
That's not funny.

That's kind of funny.

That's not funny.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no!

Penelope --

Nooooooooo...

You done?

Tyler Green spoke with
Sicarius online.

That's evidence, and we need you
to help process it.

Tyler Green forced me
back to the FBI.

I'm very mad
about it still.

And -- And he's
the problem.

I'm not a problem.
I'm a delight.

I'm a little dramatic,
but wonderful.

And, also, he said
he didn't want my help.

I'll take care of Tyler,
but can you play nice?

No, no.
I can't play nice.

And, also, we have a case.

Can I help
with that instead?

Trust me,
you don't want it.

I deserve a gift certificate
to Soothe

when this is all over.

What the hell?

Deputy director,
what are you --

I've been asked
to oversee this case.

Proceed like
I'm not here.

I was not notified.

Just came up.
Need-to-know basis.

Now you all know.

Okay, then.
Let's get started.

We have two victims --
Sandra Hart and Claire Durham.

Claire worked in
the Department of Education.

Sandra was
a congressional page.

Both of our victims
lived inside the District,

but their bodies
were dumped in Virginia.

So he crosses state lines.
Over 100 miles, too.

It takes a lot of effort
to hide these bodies.

Has a type --
young, beautiful,

just getting their careers
in public service started.

Yeah, and he gets them
to turn their phones off.

I mean, Gen Z doesn't do that,
especially not go-getters in DC.

One thing is for certain --
he has a hell of a ritual.

I mean, cause of death
is strangulation,

but pre- and post-mortem,
he bites them.

Let's just cut
to the chase, Doug.

You weren't asked
to oversee this case.

You need us to do it.

You had a personal connection
to one of these women.

It was Claire,
wasn't it?

Yes.

Ms. Durham and I
dated briefly.

It was perfectly
above board,

but after a few months,
we decided --

together --
that it wasn't working out.

Bullshit.

She broke your heart.

Sir, a moment.

♪♪

♪♪

Did you know
you tighten your mouth

when you're hiding
something?

What?

It's classic
withholding body language.

You're literally trying
to stop the words

from escaping your mouth.
[ Sighs ]

You can't hide anything
from a team of profilers,

so what else
do I need to know?

Do you know about an app
called The Beltway Elite?

I know it was on both
of the victims' phones.

It's on mine, too.

It's an exclusive dating app
for government employees.

It matches you discreetly
with others.

All photos and chats are deleted
at the end of every session.

So it's like a Raya
for DC wonks.

And it's also a perfect hunting
ground for a serial killer.

That's why I can't let
anyone know about this.

All you have in this job
is your reputation.

Mine will be shot
if anyone finds out I'm on it.

Prentiss,
I am begging you.

Begging is worthless.

I want action.

Hands off the BAU.

We solve this case,
you leave us alone.

Of course.

I mean it.

I said "of course."

Yeah, but you tightened
your mouth when you said it.

♪♪

I mean, I hate the guy,
but I get it.

It is hard to meet people
in this town.

It must be a relief
to be married, JJ.

I mean, you don't have to deal
with this dating B.S.

Mm, it comes with its own
set of challenges.

Do you guys clock
these bite marks?

Human teeth don't do that.

He must be wearing some type
of dental appliance.

If we can figure out
what kind,

maybe that will help us
find him.

Alvez and I can have the M.E.
set up a show-and-tell.

Speaking of which, I think the
show is happening right here.

Think Rossi will be able
to get anywhere with him?

I think the real question is,
will he survive Garcia?

It looks like Tyler Green
is "Garcia's Most Hated."

Sounds like
you miss it, buddy.

[ Chuckles ] No.
He can have that title.

♪♪

Tyler, I'm SSA David Rossi.

I was very clear
about her.

You want to kill
this son of a bitch?

Sorry?

The guy who took
your sister.

You want to kill him?

Yes.

Then I got to tell you,
there's nothing better

than watching a psychopath
grow old in prison.

So if you'll cooperate,

I'll get the AUSA to knock
your charge down to time served.

I'm not a fan of this either,
but it's come to my attention

that if you lay a finger
on this keyboard,

chain of custody
goes out the window

and we lose anything you
give us as a material witness.

The server's behind
a third-party firewall.

You're gonna need
to launch a DDOS,

then spear-phish
any bots that respond.

Can you do that?

Oh, gee whillikers,
Mister, and this whole time,

I thought tiny monkeys
on little bicycles

made a 'puter work.

How's my lady brain gonna be
able to process --

[ Computer chimes ]
We're in.

[ Beeping ]

There's the flaw.

I had to hide our conversations
in different sys-admin files

because nobody ever
looks there.

It's gonna take some time
to compile all of them.

Alright.
Well, you kids get to work.

Y--

♪♪

I know you're good,
but do you want me
to show you where I --

I have devised
a set of rules for us

so that we can work
well together.

Shall I share them?
Yes. Good. Please.

Rule numero uno --
we don't talk unless we have to.

What do you think?
Love it.

Mm. Excellent.

[ Sighs ]

♪♪

Hey!

Ferme la bouche,
s'il vous plaît.

♪♪

Lewis: So he cleans
the wounds with bleach?

Yes. Which wiped out any DNA
that wasn't the victim's.

Alvez:
Forensic countermeasure.

He knows his saliva is something
we can test for,

even with an appliance in.

And there were razors
on every tooth?

Yeah.

Especially sharp ones
on the canines,

which are responsible
for the ripping

and tearing of flesh.

Whatever he's using
is efficient.

Horrific,
but efficient.

Well, if you could make us
molds of the bites,

we can use those to make
a 3-D model of the appliance.

Of course.
What about the hair?

Can you tell what he's using
to lighten it?

No.
We're still running tests.

Okay, the hair on
victim number two here

is lighter than the hair
on victim number one.

Same progression
with the appliance.

Deeper wounds,
more of them.

Moving from sadistic biting
to ego-cannibalistic biting.

He's escalating,
which makes me think

that he's working up
to this.

There have to be
precursor victims,

someone he let live,
someone who escaped.

Yeah.
Yeah, good point.

JJ, we need you
to look for someone.

Jennifer: Jessica, I know
that's hard to look at.

I know you didn't want to tell
the police who did it,

but we're hoping
you might reconsider.

No, I'm sorry.
What happened was consensual.

Consensual?
He sent you to the ER.

Occupational hazard.

Can I go?

Look, Jessica, we know about
your solicitation record.

That's not
why you're here.

You're here
because of these two women.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

They both had bite marks
on them,

and we think
it's the same man.

He's escalated to murder.

[ Sighs ] Jesus.

I know that some of your
high-end clients

make you sign an NDA.

But an NDA can't shield them
from a felony.

No, that's not why
I can't talk to you.

Okay, then tell me why.

[ Sighs ]

When I went
to the hospital,

that bastard's assistant
was already there

with 50 grand and orders
to keep my mouth shut.

Before the police
even got there, he was there.

We can protect you.

He doesn't have to know
that you cooperated.

Are you kidding?

Is that a joke?

Do you know
how this town works?

The answer is no.

Now can I go, please?

Lewis: So, the lab techs
were able to mock this up,

and we have agents
making calls, but...

[sighs] they're getting
the same answer.

No dentist
would make this.

Well, if he's on
Beltway Elite, he's connected.

Maybe connected enough that
someone would make this for him.

Yeah, probably so connected
that arresting him

is gonna be a pain
in our ass.

Hey, I just got
confirmation.

The tox-screen reports
came back,

and both women had the date-rape
drug GHB in their systems.

He's using more than just bleach
on their bodies.

Ah, peroxide and alkaline agent
were applied to their hair,

making it whiten.

Prentiss: There's something
about the bite marks

plus the hair
that's compulsive.

It's a signature,
but to what end?

Well, maybe he's breaking them
down postmortem in order

to remake them in the image
of someone in his life,

like a mother
or grandmother.

If it's mother,
I mean,

that speaks to some serious
Oedipal issues.

Okay, so he never outgrew
the oral phase

of toddler development,

and it crossed over
into his love map.

And so then,
as a pre-teenager,

he craved
his mother's affection.

When she didn't
give it to him,

his latent psychopathic
impulses ran wild.

So he kills these women
to turn them into his mother.

To get the attention that he
didn't get when he was little.

Or worse.
Maybe she did.

♪♪

[ Classical music plays ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Morning.

Morning.

How did you sleep?

My cell doesn't have a mattress,
so, you know, not great.

Oh. That sucks.

I slept amazing.

Big bed, plenty of pillows
that non-criminals sleep in.

What happened
to rule number one?

Rule number two --
I asked you a question,

you have to tell me
the truth.

You had tons of hackers
who would have wanted

to help you
with that network.

Why me?
[ Sighs ]

Why do you have so many pictures
of cats on your screensaver?

They're weird
and standoffish.

Yes, they are.
That's why I love them.

You have to earn
a cat's respect.

And that is not an answer.

I studied the logs
we printed out last night.

Bring up 23, 24, and 25.

There it is.

Right there.
The questions he asked you.

He was screening you.

From what I could tell,
he divided people

in the serial killer
forum into two groups.

The first is
the outside group.

You know, wannabes
and sycophants.

But if you answered
his questions correctly,

he brought you
into the inside group.

That's who he'd give
a kill kit to.

But I couldn't see the pattern
to what he was asking.

I can.

He was looking
for particular traits.

Promiscuity, glibness,
childhood impulses.

The PCL-R.

Oh.

[ Gasps ] Ohhh!

What? What --
What is that?

Yeah, Reid told me
about this.

In 1980, there was a
psychiatrist named Robert Hare,

and he came up
with the PCL-R.

It's called
the Psychopath Checklist.

It's a detailed breakdown
of 22 traits

that indicate psychopathy,
and they give it to inmates

and people
in mental hospitals

to determine how dangerous
they are, or relevant to us,

who would be recruited
into a network of nutsos.

Once he finds them,
he manipulates them,

seduces them,
shows them how to kill,

if they'll just
follow his rules.

That's how he does it.

That's how he built
his network.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Is everything okay?

No.

The team found
another body.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Prentiss: Our guy?

Bitten, bleached hair,
app on the phone.

All of it.

Well, we now have
multiple dump sites.

That should be enough to map out
our UnSub's comfort zone,

where he lives,
works, and plays.

Yeah, I've been
working on that.

Problem is that each
of these locations

are hundreds of miles apart.

Whatever he's doing,
it ain't out of convenience.

Okay, so he must be putting
the bodies here

for some other reason.

Emotional tie,
personal tie.

Who lives around here?

Nobody.

Nothing but tobacco farms
around here.

Get a survey
on property owners

in a five-mile radius
around each dump site.

It might not be
about convenience.

It might be
about real estate.

♪♪

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Hey, how are you?

Um, did -- did
they find anything?

It's just an inflamed
thyroid.

It can be treated with,
uh, Ampicillin.

So not life threatening.

[ Chuckles lightly, sighs ]

Thank God.

Don't ever do this
to me again.

It's not fair.

Fair?

This is our marriage, JJ.
This is what we do.

It is not.

Oh, really?

How many times you come home
from a case

and say some serial killer
had a gun on you,

but it was just fine?
Okay...

That happened, like --

Two weeks ago, when you had
to tackle the bomber.

[ Chuckles lightly ]

Okay.
You're right.

So, let's change that.

I don't want to be
in the dark anymore.

I want to know.

Well, that door swings
both ways, honey.

You have to call and let me know
what you're walking into.

Okay. I will.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, yeah?
What?

You gotta prove it.

You gotta pinky swear.

I swear I will call you.

Alright.

I'm so, so glad you're okay.

Mm.

Alright.
Mm.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

You pinky swore.

That's no joke.

You better call.

♪♪

What did you find?

We found the significance
of the three disposal sites

to our UnSub.

He dumps the bodies
next to properties

all belonging to her.

Senator Martha Reeves
from Virginia.

So, this is politically
motivated.

No. Only a handful
of her inner circle knew

that her tobacco farms
funded her senate campaign.

Who does fit the profile?

Her son, Benjamin.

Wait a minute.
Stop right there.

Multiple arrests for possession
and assault as a teenager,

including an attack on her third
husband on their wedding night.

Now, the profile calls
for an Oedipal motivation.

It does not get much more
Oedipal than that.

Stop. I-I don't care
what the profile says.

We are not arresting a sitting
senator's son based on a theory.

Then let us prove it.

Give us approval to put him
under surveillance.

No.
Absolutely not.

Douglas, do you want to catch
Claire Durham's killer?

Because you can either
protect the people you serve

or protect your ass,
but you can't do both.

[ Exhales sharply ]

The answer is still no.

But senators have staffs.

So do their children.

Start there.

That's as much rope
as I can give you.

[ Prentiss sighs ]

Jessica Sayer said
that an assistant

was waiting for her
in the hospital.

That's who
we need to locate.

Yeah.

♪♪

Little early, isn't it?

It's 3:00 PM, sir.
Like I said.

Early.

What do you want?

I got word from a friend
that the FBI is interested

in a case that involves us.

Well, handle it.

Benjamin, it's
a federal investigation.

I just can't...
"handle" it.

Well, that's a problem.

Woman: Benjamin?

[ Footsteps approaching ]
[ Inhales sharply ]

Give us a minute.

You haven't RSVP'd
for the Foster Youth Event.

Mm.
Must've slipped my mind.

I did it for you.

We have to rehabilitate
your image,

get you back out
on the fundraising circuit.

Ah.

My image?

Don't you mean
your image?

Last I heard, you were down
with MILFs by six points.

Showing up with me
on your arm

isn't gonna make you
mother of the year.

Benjamin.

Put the glass down.

Now.

[ Sighs ]

[ Glass thuds ]

Here.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

You will be there.

And you will not argue.

Am I clear?

Yes.

Good.

♪♪

[ Footsteps departing ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Indistinct conversations,
telephone ringing in distance ]

Alright, we know how Sicarius
screens his psychopaths,

but it's a long way
to get them to commit suicide.

That's where the social
engineering comes into play.

From what I could tell,
he was very good at it.

I'll say.
He tricked you.

Excuse me?

I'll bite.

What am I missing?

Your background
in psychological operations.

You got him to talk to you,
but only for the first week.

He was able to see through you
when you started
asking questions.

That fake bomb thing -- you
thought you were exposing him.

He was exposing you.

He was a couple steps
ahead of you the whole time.

It's funny, after I snagged some
encrypted coordinates from him,

I thought he was
being careless.

You got lucky,
at best.

I did.

Just like I got lucky
when I searched out

the biggest, baddest
hacker of them all.

Called the Black Queen.
Kid, shut up.

When I found her
on a social media network,

I was like,
"What? This is her?

With the kitten memes
and the unicorns?"

But then I was like,
"No, it's my way in."

If I told her that people would
die if she didn't help,

she'd give me
whatever I wanted.

And that is how I got my hands
on a kill kit.

So, maybe he tricked me,
but I tricked you.

♪♪

You don't know how to quit
when you're behind, do you?

♪♪

He walked in?

Mitch Nevins.

Personal assistant
to Benjamin Reeves.

Timing's a little
too good.

Don't let
your guard down.

Yeah.

You don't understand
what it took me to come here.

Let's start
at the beginning.

What exactly do you know
about your boss,

Benjamin Reeves?

I can't talk unless
I have immunity.

Full stop.

Do you know about this?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

♪♪

♪♪

The hell?

Alvez: He's a little too
into those photos.

And we said that someone had to
make the appliance for Reeves?

Shit.
It's a partnership.

Mitch:
You don't understand.

I've done things.

Lewis:
What kind of things?

Do you do them
with Benjamin?

Benjamin?

No.

Benjamin has no idea.

Take JJ.

I want him arrested
and his car searched now.

♪♪

[ Car alarm chirps ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Jennifer:
So, we found the teeth.
A little too easily.

We're being played.

I reviewed the video.

Mitch danced all the way up
to incriminating himself,

but he never
actually said it.

Yeah, well, it gets worse.
We checked his phone.

He was nowhere
near the dump site.

He's completely
wasting our time.
[ Sighs ]

This is all a smoke screen,
isn't it?

Why are you covering
for Benjamin Reeves?

Lawyer.

Jessica.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Muffled scream ]

Shh, shh.

You look
good enough to eat.

♪♪

So, how you been, Jessica?

Did you miss me?

[ Breathing shakily ]

Mm, I bet you did.

I bet you think about me
every day, don't you?

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Now, who could that be?

Lewis: Penelope,
what do you got?

A whole lot.
Jessica Sayer's phone is pinging

in a city parking garage
off of Main and First.

Fly fast, super-ladies.
Mama needs some good news.

Hanging by a thread over here.
Make it happen.

[ Siren wailing ]
Jennifer:
We're two minutes away.

I heard someone's been
asking questions about me.

They come see you?

Yes.

What did they want to know?

Uh, they asked about other
women, women I didn't know.

Benjamin, I didn't tell them
anything, I swear.

Yeah, that's the problem.

You might.

[ Gasps, sobs ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Sobs ]

FBI! Hands up!

Benjamin Reeves,
you're under arrest.

God --

You arrested him?

He was in a car with
Jessica Sayer and he was armed.

What were we supposed to do?

Does the senator know?

No, and he hasn't invoked.

Textbook narcissism.

I'm gonna have to thread
the needle just right

to get a confession
out of him.

We can't do this.
Do you understand?

Prentiss, if you go in there,
we will all get fired.

Tell me about
Claire Durham.

W-Why?

When we looked into
Benjamin's phone,

we didn't just find
The Beltway app.

We also discovered he was
one of the company's founders.

He started it so he could
hunt women like Claire on it.

That means you're the closest
person we can talk to

to get a sense
of his victimology.

What was Claire like?

Young.

Aggressive.

Like the senator?

No, just...
determined.

Good relationship
with her mother?
Yeah.

She got along with her
whole family, actually.

♪♪

The f--
W-What are you doing?

Giving him what he wants.

Mommy.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Prentiss, don't do that.

Prentiss: Get out of my face
or I'll cut your balls off

and feed them to you.

[ Door opens ]
Good luck.

[ Door closes ]

Benjamin.

You've been a bad boy,
haven't you?

Who are you?

Emily Prentiss. FBI.

I haven't done
anything wrong.

You had a gun
on Jessica Sayer.

No, I had a gun
on myself.

Not her.

According to my Second Amendment
rights, that's allowed.

So, what were
you two doing?

Just chatting,
like we are right now.

Oh, well, if we're having
a little chat,

why don't you tell me
about Sandra, Claire, and Rose?

Who's that?

Prentiss: You know who.

And I know why.

See, nobody else could
figure out about the hair.

But I get it.

Because when I stopped
dying mine, it felt so good.

Like, uh...

Like I was finally freeing
who I really am.

There's this idea,
about women of a certain age,

that we're not
relevant anymore.

Sexually.

But I have gotten
so much attention.

My kid doesn't like it,
but whatever.

Fuck him, you know?

Wait, does she have a kid?
Shh. No.

Watch what happens next.

Benjamin: That's how you talk?
About your son?

That's how you were spoken to,
isn't that right?

That's why you turned
those women into your mother.

So somebody, anybody
wouldn't see you

as the pathetic waste
of space you are --

I'm not pathetic.

What are you gonna be
remembered for,

besides just a footnote
in your mother's obituary?

Well, they'll remember
Derrick Sesper.

That's who I used
the Sicarius spiders on.

Carmen Gomez from 2007.

John Harris.

He was a wimp.

What is he talking about?

He's naming names from
the Sicarius shipping container.

None of those names
are public knowledge.

Susan Abel, Kalen Jones.

Should I keep going?

You're connected.

Somebody could have leaked
those names to you.

You want to impress me,
tell me something I don't know.

Whitfield County, Georgia.

What's out there?

More buried treasure.

Just full of surprises.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

[ Sighs ]

They found us.
Who?

You are to stop asking my client
questions right now

or I'll have your ass

on Fourth and Sixth Amendment
rights violations.

And you, shut up.
Don't say another word.

♪♪

♪♪

Is there any way Benjamin Reeves
actually is Sicarius?

No.
The timeline doesn't match.

He was attending college in
England when Sicarius started.

But naming those names,
he's integral to the network.

If I'd had five more minutes, I
could have gotten it out of him.

There's got to be
another way in.

Prentiss, it is over.

Maybe for all of us.

No.

Not yet, it's not.

Benjamin Reeves
just confessed

to multiple murders
around the country.

So, here's the deal,
Mitch.

You either cooperate now
and tell us what you know,

or we arrest you
as an accomplice.

That's it?

That's your offer?

Reeves will not escape
justice, Mitch.

Don't go down with him.

Justice?

There's no justice
in this country.

This country's a kleptocracy.
Always has been.

Now take me to jail.

Prentiss:
Mitch won't talk.

He's banking on the Reeves
family bailing him out.

Who are we kidding?
It's a safe bet.

Copy that.
Thank you.
What do you got?

Atlanta Field Office is setting
up a search in Whitfield County.

They're happy
to take our help.
Good.

I want both you and Luke
in Georgia by nightfall.

Take it acre by acre
if you have to.

On it.

If Reeves knows so much
about Sicarius,

there might be chats
between them on the network.

Say no more.

Does the name
Benjamin Reeves ring a bell?

No. Why?

It's a possible
Sicarius connection.

Senator's son.
Wannabe cannibal.

That rings a bell.

Search the term
"overbite."

Alright, hold on.

[ Sighs ]

Think they could make these
damn keyboards any smaller?

From what I could tell,
Sicarius needed a benefactor.

In exchange, he agreed
to show him how to kill.

He even made
something for him.

See? Right there.

"The device is on its way.
It should fix your overbite.

Meet me in
the private chat."

Well, here's
the real mystery.

Rich kids with
political connections

don't kill themselves.

Why draw him
into the fold?

It takes a lot of money
to pull a network this size off.

This guy Reeves, right?

He wanted
special privileges.

So, Sicarius invited him
into the private forum

to tell him everything.

Where's the forum?
I don't know.

Nobody does.

Yeah, but we both know
someone who can find it,

and we don't have
a lot of time.

Fine.
Bring her back in.

Oh, I'm not.

You are.

[ Sighs ]

[ Knock on door ]

Come in.

[ Handle jiggles ]

[ Knock on door ]

I said come in!

Tyler: I can't.
The door is locked.

Look, clearly, you don't like me
and I don't like you.

It's, I dunno, pheromonal,

or maybe because
you blew my life up.

So, why don't you go get help
from one of the other dozen

I.T. people who work
for the FBI?

They're not
as good as you.

That's the other reason
why I found you.

I knew you're the best.

[ Door opens ]

How do I know you're not
a boundary-breaking

jerkface forever?

I brought
a peace offering.

[ Meows ]
[ Gasps ]

What on Earth?

Where did you --
Rossi helped me.

I guess there's a cat rescue
down the street.

Oh!

I thought
you don't like cats?

I, uh...

I don't.

Oh, I know a bribe
when I see one.

And by the way, a rescue pet
is a terrible peace offering,

and if you want me back
at the table,

you're gonna have to take it
one step further.

You asked to see me?

Senator.

There you are.

You arrested my son.

We arrested the lead suspect in
a serial murder investigation.

And you pretended
to be me?

I observed every one
of his rights.

But yes, my interrogation
strategy necessitated

talking to him like...

the woman he hates.

Let me be clear.

You are going to drop all
the charges against Benjamin.

If you don't, I'm going to
contact my esteemed colleagues

on the Senate Judiciary
Committee.

You know, the ones who control
the purse-strings of the DOJ.

Is that a threat,
Senator?

It's a promise.

With one phone call,

I can have an entire department
of the FBI removed.

So, you will
drop the charges.

If we are going to let the man
who killed Claire Durham go,

I believe that decision is
up to the Deputy Director.

♪♪

Emily, for the sake
of the BAU,

I think we should
back off.

♪♪

Well done.

♪♪

[ Birds chirping ]

Thank you.
Don't.

Just go get in the shower

and wash the stench
of that jail off.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Who the hell are you?

Benjamin: It's you.

Martha:
You know this man?

Your son and I
have a deal.

He calls 911,
I come running.

I've got money.
I'll give you whatever you want.

Oh, he's already
given me everything.

Honey, call him off.

Benjamin.

Please.

I raised you.

I love you.

Say that again.

I love you.

Even now, you're lying.

Okay.

I'm gonna give you
five minutes with her.

The police took my teeth.

You don't need them.

She's your mom.

[ Clicks teeth ]

♪♪

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

It's not pretty, is it?

Especially considering
she'd still be alive

if you'd listened to me.

So, Deputy Director,
what's the plan?

The Reeves jet
left the hangar.

I have approval for the FAA
to locate it via GPS.

We should have the location
within the hour.

Now you have approval?

Prentiss,
I'm trying here.

Alvez and Jareau
are already in transit.

If you want to keep your face
out of the headlines tomorrow,

just do one thing.

What?

Stay the hell
out of my way.

♪♪

Rossi: Yeah?
You two find anything?

'Cause Reeves
is in the air.

Nice cat.
Yeah.

I am very smart,
but the internet is large.

Ugh.
I need more.

What kind of place did Reeves
and Sicarius talk about

for their private forum?

Uh, something they could
hide in plain sight.

Lay over
pre-existing code.

Did they give examples?

Just a place where
you would want

to keep your face
off the internet,

where you can justify
deleting the data.

Like The Beltway Elite.

What's Beltway Elite?

It's the app he used
to find victims,

and it's also where
he talked to Sicarius,

and oh, my goddess,
we found them.

Holy llamas, we found everything
they ever talked about.

Benjamin Reeves' jet
just touched down

at the Municipal Airport
in Whitfield County, Georgia.

That's where he said
the "buried treasure" was.

Something's off.

What -- he should be
flying to Brazil.

Why would he lead us
to more evidence?

You think it's a trap?
No.

I think Benjamin Reeves
is a patsy,

and he's too dumb
to know it.

I'll call JJ and Alvez,
let them know they have company.

♪♪

[ Car door slams ]

[ Retches ]
[ Car door slams ]

It's normal if you need
to throw up.

Finally killed the person
you wanted to kill.

No, I'm good.
[ Clears throat ]

I can get us to a country
that doesn't extradite.

We can start over.

[ Sighs ] Yeah,
we'll get to that in time.

This is the perfect spot.

You're gonna wanna see
what I'm about to do.

We're in.

Rossi:
What do they talk about?

Murder.
Rape. Biting.

If only we had something
to track them --

a name, a bank account,
something.

Capture it all.

I'm trying.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

♪♪

[ Beeping ]

[ Buzzer, laughter ]

What just...
They took it all down.

All of it.
How does he know?

[ Laughter continues ]

♪♪

♪♪

We're at the coordinates.
Do you copy?

Atlanta Agent:
Copy that.

Satellite imaging
found two doors

sticking out of the ground.

Backup's on the way.

Copy.

I don't really feel
like waiting.

You?
I thought you'd never ask.

Put this on.

Whatever we're walking into,

the team's gonna want
to see it, too.

[ Phone beeps, line rings ]

Hey, it's Will.
Leave a message.

[ Beep ]
Hey, it's me.

Um, I was just gonna...

say...

I love you.

That's all.

I'll, uh -- I'll talk to you
in a little bit.

Bye.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

You okay?
Yeah.

Let's go.

Do we have the satellite uplink
to Luke and JJ's body cams?

Garcia:
Just went live.

Alvez: There they are.

Jennifer:
Looks like a storm cellar.

Tell them to proceed
with caution.

They know.

Sir.

Any direction
you'd care to give us?

No.

Alvez: We're going in.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

God, it's just like
the other shipping container.

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ High-pitched tone ]

Jennifer:
What the hell is that?

[ Beep ]
Get out of there now.

JJ, it's a bomb!
Run!

Run, run!

[ Static, feedback ]

Luke, JJ, come in.

[ Static ]

I repeat.
Luke, JJ, come in.

Come in.

Please.

Oh, no.

[ Static ]

♪♪

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♪♪

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