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Previously on
"Criminal Minds: Evolution"...

You've had a lot on your
shoulders since we got back.

But, um...

You're talking about us?

Okay,
just give me a chance.

Alright?
To make it up to you.

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.

All of the
identified victims

have a connection
to the name

of a single location--
Second Street.

She's right.

In whatever city
Sicarius finds himself,

Second Street is
his preferred hunting ground.

The Attorney General
is going to shut you down.

Sicarius is still at large.

Somebody or something
made this guy very good.

Did you come here
to kill me?

I just came here
to watch an old man die.

If I die,
they'll connect me to you.

I need to know
what your plan is.

This isn't working.

I think I should go.

I kissed
Tyler Green.

What?

There you are.

Magnify.

More.

More.

That is not
how this works.

Penelope,
just do it.

There.

We cannot get anything
about his face from this data.

Look, I'm sorry
that we have to do this.

I know that you didn't
get any sleep last night.

That is--

How do you know I didn't
get any sleep last night?

You drink
a third cup of tea

when you've had
a bad night's sleep.

Work stress?

Yes.

Yes, work stress.

Okay.
Now I know it's not that.

But whatever it is,
it doesn't compare to this.

Sicarius is right there.
We can't identify him.

Yeah, he's wearing
that ball cap,

but he's got his head down,
so he knows he's on camera.

And that's not the only thing
he's paying attention to.

Uh, go to,
uh, frame 356.

O-Okay. He's not reaching
for his wallet.

He already paid.

He's done it twice.

What the hell
is he up to?

Good day.
This is Ramona.

Hey, Ramona.
It's Lee.

Hey, there, Lee.

I missed you at the open house
on Bexel.

Yeah, that's actually
what I was calling about.

I was hoping you might have
some time for a-a walk-through

this afternoon, maybe?

You're in luck.
I am free.

What time
were you thinking?

Whatever works for you.

Uh, okay.
Let's say 2:30?

2:30.
Perfect.

I-I really appreciate it.

No problem.
I'll see you there.

Yeah.
See you there.

Michael,
get your backpack.

Henry!
Henry, let's go.

Michael's ready.

- Henry!
- Alright, come on.

- I'll walk you to the bus.
- But Henry's supposed to.

Why does he sleep
so late?

Henry, let's go.

Yeah, I'm coming.

- Wanna race to your bus?
- Let's go!

Careful.

Bye.

Is it just me, or did Henry
have a little attitude?

He's 14.
It'd be weird if he didn't.

Do you want coffee?

A gallon. Please.

Wow.
What a disaster.

Ugh.

Oh.
Yes.

Thank you.
Mm-hmm.

Mm.

You got any new leads
on Sicarius?

Mm.

Um, there's someone
named Cyrus

and some benign
surveillance footage.

But really
nothing else solid.

And how's Dave doing?

Losing it.

We can't catch a break.

You will.

It's only a matter of time
before this guy slips up.

I'm not so sure.

His body count
is staggering,

and there might be another one
of those buried containers,

and...

You know what?
That's enough of that.

Your turn.

Please,
give me some good news.

Well, the doc called, and my,
uh, levels have stabilized.

So no more tests
for six months.

- That is good news.
- Yeah.

Did Dr. Harvey give you
a printout of the labs?

No, they're all on the portal.
There were too many panels.

You can log on there
if you want.

What's the password?

The laptop remembers
so I don't have to.

Right.

So, Lee,
did a client refer you?

No, actually, I saw an ad
of yours online.

And you seemed like
the right choice for me.

I guess it's
my lucky day then.

So you're married?

Mm-hmm.
Two daughters.

Here. Look.

Aw, lovely. Yeah.

- Do you have kids?
- I do.

A boy and a girl. Aww.

One is in the midst
of adolescence agony.

But that's part of the deal, right?

Yeah,
that's what they say.

Honestly, I'm kind of hoping
a change of scenery

will be good for me
- and the family.
- Mm.

I-I just don't think
this is the place.

It feels a little small.

So, you're thinking
another bedroom?

Yeah. And maybe, uh,
uh, like a workspace.

Um... Also, I-I don't know
if this is even possible,

but I know that my wife
would just love

a view of the mountains.

Okay, yes. I know exactly
the place you're looking for.

- Really?
- It's over on Wind Ridge.

- Uh-huh.
- I can show it to you now.

Right now?
Absolutely.

Um, I took a ride share
over here,

so just give me the address
and I'll meet you over there.

No, no.
I'll take you there.

No, that is
above and beyond.

Seriously, that's what I do.

Come on.
You're gonna love this one.

- I promise you.
- I'm excited.

Oh, here.
After you.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Please.

I don't have any money.

I don't have anything.

I disagree with that.

You'd do anything
to keep them safe, yeah?

Yes.

Yeah.
Of course you would.

You're just like her.

Her? Who?
I don't understand.

I know this is
really scary for you,

but I need you to understand
what I'm capable of.

I've killed 61 people.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Ramona, Ramona.
Hey. Pay attention.

We haven't even gotten
to the important part yet.

You're showing me
your face.

Oh, God, I know what that means.
You're showing me your face.

I don't want to die.

Nobody does.
Nobody does.

Okay?
So you want a chance to live?

Yes.
Yes, I do.

Okay. Good.

Then you need
to help me.

Help you?
Mm-hmm.

I need you to help me
save my marriage,

and then
I'll spare your life.

Okay?

"Few things
can help an individual more

than to place
responsibility on him

and to let him know
that you trust him."

Booker T. Washington.

Section Chief Prentiss?

Captain Ballard?

Call me Paul, please.

Only if you
call me Emily.

Appreciate you coming all
the way up here from Raleigh.

Well, I know your BAU is looking
at a suspect named Cyrus

in connection with
the Sicarius investigation.

But I also know the Sicarius
investigation is closed,

officially speaking.

So, I thought it best
to make a personal appearance,

just in case I need to hard-sell
a few upper-management suits

into helping out with my
State Bureau of Investigation.

What are you looking at?

I'm looking at
a Cyrus LeBrun.

Died last week.
Kidney failure.

Lived out in the woods
by himself near Falls Lake.

Body wasn't actually found

until he missed
a couple doctor's appointments.

Anyway, when the sheriff
got out there,

he said the place
gave him the creeps,

so he called us in.

Really?
Yeah.

We luminoled,
and the living room lit up

like the Fourth of July.

DNA?
We ID'd at least
four victims,

one of which
was Maria Jones,

the victim in
the Sylvio Herrera case.

You ran all the DNA
through NamUs?

We did.

Now, there were no matches
to the bodies

in either one of those
shipping containers,

but I'm telling you,
this Cyrus was clearly active

in the years leading up
to all those container victims,

so it's quite possible
that he evolved

into this Sicarius
you're looking for.

As you said,
the Sicarius case is closed,

but if the North Carolina
Bureau of Investigation

were to request
the BAU's assistance

in the LeBrun investigation,
then--

Consider it requested.

Officially.

Thank you, Paul.

Appreciate it, Emily.

Thank you.

North Carolina
Bureau of Investigation

just identified another
pre-container victim.

So, Cyrus LeBrun seems to be
the Cyrus we're looking for.

I guess, but the--
the victimology doesn't match.

Yeah, his male victims
are older and affluent,

and his female victims
are younger and disenfranchised.

Okay, so,
he's exerting dominance

by killing
these powerful men

and then satisfying
some kind of sexual sadism

with these helpless women.

Neither of which speaks
to our profile of Sicarius.

It doesn't, but Maria Jones
is what ties the two together.

Yeah, it's not
a coincidence.

There has to be
some relationship there.

Yeah.
Oh, indeed.
It does.

Mr. LeBrun did keep his life
close to his creepy vest.

However,
there are moments in time

that are eternally captured
in the digital archives,

like this one
from a family court

in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
circa 1992.

Okay, so it says here that Cyrus
took custody of his nephew,

Lee Duval,
after the child's parents

were killed in an apartment
fire on Second Street.

Lee.

Isn't Lee the alias
that Sicarius used
with Alison Green?

It is.

That's--
That's strange, isn't it?

What?

Given everything we know
about Cyrus LeBrun,

he doesn't seem like
the kind of guy

that would want to take
responsibility for a kid,

much less
his sister's kid.

True, but there's no more
background information

on Lee or his parents.

Um, is this all
you could find?

Oh, for now, my liege,
but I shall keep digging.

Wait, what was that?

What was what?

Like, where's the snark?

Like, a comment about
how amazing it is

that I can tie my own shoes

or a question about
how I got into the FBI

wearing caveman overalls
and carrying a big wooden club.

You're funny.
That's funny. A club?

No, don't be so hard
on yourself.

Oh, my God.

She is getting some.

Dude, she is
so getting some.

Stay tuned
for the final episode

and the dramatic conclu--

To wake
or not to wake?

I'll take him up.

Okay.

Buddy.

Let's get you
up to bed.

Come on, little man.

Wah.

Climb on, buddy.

Let's go.

Come on.

You got to get
to bed, too, bud.

Hey, Mom?

Yeah?

Is Dad okay?
Like, really okay?

Why are you asking that?

- Never mind.
- Hey, hey, hey. No. Hey.

What's--
What's that face?

What's going on?

You avoided the answer.

It's a simple
yes or no.

Yes.

If there's something else
going on, I want to know.

So you're not just saying he's
okay to make me feel better?

I'm not.

Promise?

Promise.

Uh-oh.

What did I do?

Henry's
acting weird again.

Except this time he asked
if you were gonna be okay.

Well, I am okay.

But it's like he knew something
and was fishing.

Of course he was.

Look who his parents are.

He made me promise that
you were gonna be okay,

like, look him in the eye
and promise.

Well, let's make sure
we keep it.

Yeah.

Ah!

Okay, look at me.

Look at me like
I'm your husband.

Okay.

You're gone for over a week.
I just got home.

What do you say to me?

Uh...

Honey, I'm so happy
you're home.

Oh, no, no.
That's bullshit.

You would never talk to me
like that. Never.

It's been you and two kids
for over a week.

- What do you say?
- What do you want me to say?

You know what I want you to say!
That's why I picked you!

Okay.
Last chance.

Oh, God.

Honey, I'm home.

Fucking son of a bitch!

Why are you doing this
to me?

I would never
treat you this way!

I would never
treat anyone this way.

Thank you.

Now we're finally
getting somewhere.

So...

Honey, I have to
tell you something.

I have to
tell you the truth.

I'm not the man
you fell in love with.

I never was.

I thought I could keep it
a secret, but m-my brain--

There's-- There's
something wrong with me.

What's--
What's wrong with you?

I've hurt people.

I've killed people.
I've tortured them.

And...

I liked it.

And now the cops, the FBI,
they're onto me.

They don't know
who I am,

but they know what I've done,
and they're hunting me.

But I think I can change.

I really,
really think I can,

but only if I have you
and the girls.

So what do you say?

Uh...

Would you
hurt my babies?

Babies?
I don't--

I don't know.
I don't want to.

Do you remember
in the delivery room?

I was so scared and--

I sang to you.

Yes. You did.

You got me
through it.

So if you mean it,
if you really want to change,

then... yes, I'll stay.

You wouldn't leave me?

I'm not saying
no strings attached.

If you wane me
to trust you again...

You'll have to earn it,

because you and I both know
I'm your better half.

Thank you.

For what you said.

It's the truth.

I'm gonna tell you
how this works.

I put an app on your phone
so they can't trace this call.

If you really want to,
you can make this difficult.

And you can describe me.

You can tell them
what you know about me.

I won't do that.

No, I know you won't.

Because the bottom line
is this.

No matter what happens,

it isn't you
who should be afraid.

It's your husband, Gerald.

It's your children,
Andrew and Arianna.

Because if it's not me,

it'll be someone else
who comes to hurt them.

I understand.

Ramona?

W-W-What's going on?

Me and the kids
are so worried.

I'm fine, honey.
Just calm down.

Tell me where you are.

I'll let the police know
and they'll come and get you.

No, Gerald, you have to
call the police back

and you need to let them know
I'm not in any danger.

Okay, this doesn't
make any sense, 'Mona.

You-- You don't even
sound like yourself.

It's me.

And I'm completely safe.

How are Andy and Ari?

They're worried, like me.

Listen, you-- you have got
to tell me what's going on.

I'm serious.

I just needed a break.

A-A break?
F-From-- From what?

From our marriage.

You and I, we've been
drifting apart,

and I should have told you,

but I knew I wouldn't
take the time I needed

unless I just left.

O-Okay.

Um...

But for, uh, how long?

One more day.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Yes.

You promise?

Trust me.

Tell me something, honestly.

Would you give your life
in exchange for your husband's?

No.

But for your children...

Without a doubt.

I guess...

we shall see.

Penelope dug up
some additional

Child Protective
Services records.

Apparently, Lee Duval goes
to live with his uncle, Cyrus,

in Falls Lake,
North Carolina,

and then according to state
records, he was home-schooled.

So Cyrus got a state stipend
to raise his nephew.

- Yeah. Until he was 18.
- Okay, and then what?

I mean, there's no record
of Lee Duval

after his 18th birthday.

None whatsoever.

As far as
anyone's concerned,

this kid falls off
the face of the planet.

How do we know he's not
one of Cyrus's victims?

He could've been,
but do you know

how his parents died
in an apartment fire?

Take a look at the fire
marshal's report on that fire.

"Portable electric
heating unit

in child's bedroom
compromised."

Right, which
investigators conclude

is accidental
wear-and-tear.

Okay, but, uh,
"the 10-year-old survivor

was initially thought
to have perished in the blaze

and was later recovered
at a nearby park."

Right. Now, listen,
I know I'm saying this

without a lot
to go on here,

but it would explain
Cyrus's curious bond

with his young nephew
if--

If he knew that he killed
his own parents.

Hey. Indio police
just contacted us.

A woman's been abducted.

- Sicarius?
- Pretty sure.

Ramona Havener
is a real estate agent

based in Indio, California,
with an office on 2nd Street.

She told her assistant
that she was going

on a private walk-through
at a condo with a man named Lee.

Mother of two.
2nd Street.

She fits Sicarius' victimology
to a T.

And Indio was the site of one
of the two missing kill kits.

If that was meant to be
for one of his followers,

then it's possible Sicarius
brought him in on this one.

There's just one problem.
This case is officially closed.

Your call.

What do you want to do?

JJ and I will run interference
with the Attorney General.

Lewis, Alvez, Rossi,
wheels up.

The heat on the network
has cooled.

I'm ready.

Good. I'm not like the others.

I know.

I follow the rules.

Yes, and that is why
you've survived.

And that is why I have
another gift for you.

Ramona Havener is a victim
that was taken from 2nd Street,

so she fits
Sicarius' victimology,

but she's off target geographically.

Gang, I have an update

we can file under
"What the actual eff?"

Indio police just updated
their missing-persons report.

Ramona Havener called
her husband four hours ago.

So they're calling this
a "domestic squabble"

and they're closing the case.

Has she come back home, though? No, not yet.

We'll keep investigating
until she does.

Prentiss is on Team Rossi
with this one.

She has let
the Indio police know

that Ramona is
in grave danger--

Which we can now upgrade
to a Code Red

because Ramona's car
was just found

at a local Pendale's
parking lot.

Oh, this is just like
Rory Gilcrest.

- And Robert Harris.
- Yes, it is.

I'll coordinate with the boots
on the ground.

Tara, Luke,
you take the crime scene.

Here you go.

Agents, we have two pieces
of surveillance footage

that might be
very useful.

First is from Ramona showing
her listing to the client.

Feed cuts out right
before the guy gets on-camera.

What's the second one?

It's from that camera
up there.

Same thing.

Is this guy just lucky?

How can two cameras go out
the moment we should see him?

This UnSub has used

signal-jamming
technology before.

We think he has a background
in high tech.

He knows how
to stay off-camera.

I've been keep tabs
on a certain case

your team
has been looking into.

This is Sicarius, right?

All that matters now is that
we find Ramona Havener alive.

Gas tank is empty.

He's had control of her
for, what, over 12 hours now?

About that. Yeah.

Alright, he drove her
to his area of control.

Maybe another container.

Well, that could be upwards
of a 600-mile radius.

That's a lot of ground
to cover.

I can start coordinating
with other agencies.

Hey, Lieutenant,
do not mention Sicarius.

The fact is,
we don't know yet.

Copy you.

W-Where are we going?

Home.

You are going home.

This is a trick,
isn't it?

No. No trick.

You've given me
what I needed.

I trust you.

So I can let you go.

Wait. What's that?

Just a precaution.

You'll wake up at home,

like Dorothy in Kansas.

Do you trust me?

Do I have a choice?

Are you sure that
this isn't an overreaction?

I-I-I just talked
to Ramona.

I hope so.

When we find your wife,
nothing will make me happier

than to tell you
it was all a false alarm,

but right now,
we have to pursue every lead,

w-which is why
I want to show you this.

Do you recognize
that man?

No clue. I-I-I mean,
I don't even know

what it is
I'm looking at here.

Is this who has Ramona?

He's a suspect.

We're just not sure
if he's our suspect.

Oh. Wait.

It's, uh--
It's not Ramona.

It's her mother.

Oh, uh, Agent Rossi, I--
Please don't get the wrong idea.

I-I just--
- I don't know what to say.
- No, no, no, no. You just--

You helped me to see something
in a way I haven't seen it.

Excuse me.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.
Hold your horses.

I'm pulling up
the footage now.

Uh, okay. Um... Rossi: It's not a wallet.

He's not trying
to pick his own pocket.

It's a phone.

I mean, maybe.

For some reason,
somebody tried to reach him,

and he ignored
that somebody.

Twice.

Now, what's the time stamp
on the footage?

Uh, 9:20 p.m.

Okay. A boss
and a co-worker are out.

They wouldn't call
that late.

It could be a wife.

Why wouldn't he want
to talk to his wife?

Because she's getting in the way
of his next murder.

Oh. Alright, do me a favor.

Pull down the cell records

for the tower
closest to that hardware store.

Make a list of all
the missed calls.

Then-- Then give me a second
list of the missed calls

originating form
the Pacific Northwest.

You don't like it
when I say this,

but that's gonna
take some time.

Penelope, I-I'm not
being mean here.

I-I'm not being bitchy.

This is not the old,
rumpled Rossi

who needs to go into therapy
over his dead wife.

Okay, I'm gonna
stop you there.

You actually do need
to go to therapy.

But this is where I say
I need more time,

you say we don't have any time,
and then I save the day anyway.

- How about that?
- It's like you know me.

Love you.
Mean it.

Thanks.

Of the two kill kits
that were never recovered,

acid and strangulation

were the two MOs
that we were looking for.

So which one did Sicarius
hide out here in Indio?

Well, to try and answer that,
we went back to the beginning,

to the Dark Web
message boards.

The ones where Sicarius
was holding his "auditions"?

The very same.

After that,
we cross-referenced

with some messages
Tyler Green had intercepted.

And one alias
stands out.

"ForgetMeKnots."

Jesus.
That damn name says it all.

ForgetMeKnots refers
to his disdain

for the "City of Festivals."

which is also a nickname
for the city of Indio.

Apparently, this particular
incel-leaning UnSub

has a deep-seated
compulsion

to squeeze the life
out of any woman

he deems to be
too "high and mighty."

And he also
makes reference

to a previous
"crime and punishment."

What you're describing
sounds like a case

from some years back.

Guy named Arthur Kiel

tried to hang his grandmother
in her backyard.

He got sent away for
second-degree attempted murder.

Served three years.

Got out on parole
five years ago.

The guy still lives
in Indio?

He sure does.
Sending you his info now.

We better check in
with Mr. Kiel.

Police dispatch:
All units, please be advised.

10-65. Missing person
is Ramona Havener.

Caucasian. Female. 30s.

Last seen at 3673 2nd Street.

What did I tell you
about calling?

You gave me
damaged goods.

What are you
talking about?

The entire
Indio police department

is on the street
looking for her.

No, that--
that's impossible.

Turn on a police scanner.

Okay, Arthur,
listen to me.

I need you
to get rid of her

and then get out of town
for a while.

Do you hear me?

I do.

Shh, shh.

If you try to pull your arms in
to take the rope off your neck,

it's gonna choke you.

Unless, of course, you'd prefer
to end things quick.

But waiting it out
won't work, either.

Because, eventually, your legs
are gonna give out on you.

And you're gonna
hang yourself.

That's a damn shame.

I'm gonna miss
the whole thing.

Hey, is that our guy?

That is our suspect.
He has a hostage.

Do not open fire.

Hey! Freeze! FBI!

Arthur!
Listen to me!

Sicarius wants you
to kill yourself.

By your hand or mine.

He's counting on you
to be a patsy,

but you're smarter
than that, Arthur.

You have a way out,

and it starts with you
putting the gun down.

Don't.

Penelope, is it possible
to geo-locate

the last location
of Ramona Havener's phone?

No. The SIM card was disabled,
so I can't do that.

Does this Arthur Kiel
have any alternate residences?

Kiel was financially unstable
after that prison stint,

and I don't see
any properties in his name.

Still, Sicarius
would make sure

that Kiel was using
somewhere discreet.

Okay, what about this?

Kiel's grandparents had an
industrial fabrication company.

It went bust
a couple years ago.

Building was condemned
last year.

It's just sitting there
all spooky and empty.

Luke, Tara,
go check it out.

Yeah.

Ramona, we got you.
Okay, we got you.

We clear?
Are we clear?

- Clear. Clear.
- Okay. Okay.

Okay, Ramona,
we got you.

Hang tight.

She's not breathing.

There's no heartbeat.

Come on, Ramona,
stay with us.

Come on. Hey.

Hey. There you go.
There you go.

Breathe.
Just breathe.

Breathe.

Ultrasound to radiation.
Ultrasound to radiation.

I never thought
I'd see you again.

I love you so much.

I love you, too,
so much.

Wheelchair to admission.
Wheelchair to admission.

Excuse me.

I'm, uh--
I'm so sorry.

Ramona, would you
be able to identify

the man
that kidnapped you?

Does-- Does she have to
do that right now?

The sooner we get a sketch
out there,

the sooner we can
catch this guy.

It isn't you
who should be afraid.

It's your husband.
It's your children.

Because if it's not me,

it'll be someone else
who comes to hurt them.

Ramona?

Did you see his face?

No.

No, I didn't.

- Penelope?
- Hello,
you beautiful creature.

I found
the cellphone tower

by the hardware store
in Chattanooga.

I have compiled a list
of numbers

that pinged off
of that cellphone tower

in a nine-minute window.

Y-You can't
narrow that down more?

Amazingly, I can't.

I'm vexed about it,
but the time signature

from the
surveillance video itself

is off plus-or-minus
four minutes,

so there's
a very thick window,

but it's the narrowest
I can give you,

and I e-mailed it
to you just now.

And you were able
to identify calls

from the Pacific Northwest?

Yes, which I took to be
the official mapping of calls

originating from Oregon,
Idaho, Washington.

And what does that
leave us with?

I believe the scientific term is
a bazillion names and numbers.

Uh, alright.
No problem.

Thanks.
Great work.

Hey.
Dave's joining us, Emily.

Without Ramona Havener's
full cooperation,

I can't go back
to the Attorney General

and just expect her to reopen
the Sicarius investigation.

I just think we need
to give her more time.

He obviously threatened
her family's safety.

Yeah.
We can't just wait.

I mean, why don't we go back
to Rockville, Maryland?

I mean, that's where
our last missing kill kit was.

Good idea.
You guys should go back there.

W-Wait,
you're not coming?

Penelope said she put together
a list of names

and addresses of people
in the Pacific Northwest,

one of whom may have
called Sicarius

while he was
in that hardware store.

She did.
It's a long list.

So, here's my plan--

catch a commercial flight
up north

and try to get a lead
on somebody who knows this guy.

Maybe a family member.

What, you're gonna go
door-to-door?

That's right.
Old school.

Hey.

Isn't this
your old bat?

The one that's been
beside our bed

in every place
we've ever lived?

That's the one and only.

Huh.

Henry had it
under his bed.

Since when?
I don't know.

Do you think
he's scared?

I think he's starting
to figure things out.

We got company.

Who's Dr. Harvey?

An oncologist.

I thought you said
Dad wasn't sick, Mom.

- You lied.
- I-I didn't-- I didn't lie.

We-- We don't have
all the answers,

which makes it harder to know
when to share and how much.

Well, I'd rather know something
than just imagine the worst.

We're sorry, buddy.

Look, I'm sorry.
I-I didn't want to tell you

because I didn't want you
to worry.

And I was right.

But I should've known
you could handle it.

So no radiation?

Chemotherapy?

No, none of that.

I'm okay.

Come here.

What's the deal
with the bat?

Protection.

From?

Sicarius.

You and Dad
talk about him.

He killed a senator,
and your team's chasing him.

Agents were injured
in an explosion.

Was that you?

Um, it-- it was,
but I'm-- I'm fine.

Since he has it out for the FBI,
how do you know we're safe?

"Has it out for the FBI"?

That's what
it says online.

Okay.

Um, yeah, that's--
that's not the whole story.

Then tell me.

There's-- There's
not a lot I can share.

Well, I need to know
something, or--

You'll imagine the worst.

By the way, you guys
are terrible liars.

Did you know
you have tells?

Okay, what do you know
about "tells"?

Huh?

- Hello?
- Hey. It's me.

Aren't you gonna
say anything?

No. I'm not the one who should
be doing the talking right now.

H-How are the girls?

Well, um,
it's been 10 days,

10 days since you
walked out of this house,

no phone call,
no text, nothing.

You know what I did
this weekend?

I Googled your name,
followed by the word "dead."

And as terrified as I was
to find something,

at least
that would make sense.

At least I'd know.

It's not fair, is it?

The way
I've been treating you.

No. It's not.

Is it over?

'Cause that's another thing

that's been keeping me up
at night,

is the thought that you're
just never gonna come home.

So...

is it?

Just say it.

No.
No, it's not over.

Then why
are you doing this?

Who are you?

Honestly, I don't
even know anymore.

But I do know that I have a lot
I need to tell you.

And I know that I can't
keep secrets from you anymore.

So can I come home,
please?

Elias,
I never told you to go.

I'll be home tonight.

Hello.
I'm David Rossi with the FBI.

May I ask you
a few questions?