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Yeah, that sounds good. It sounds good.

Don't put too much cheese on it.

Yeah, I'll be home in an hour.

Oh. Mr. Rango. We got
here as fast as we could.

Sorry, kids, I'm leaving.

Oh, but Billy's gonna die
if we don't get some candy.

You don't say?

Right here on the ground.

I think I might pass out.

He's turning red.

I think he needs a sugar rush.

Ok, all right, kid. You got 30 seconds.

- Thank you.
- You're the man!

Make it quick.

12 seconds! Let's go!

Come on.

You saved a life today, Mr. Rango.

They should give you a medal of honor.

It's called dinner.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Whoo.

Uhh! Oh!

No! No...

Hey. I thought I'd lend you a hand.

Ah, Rossi. Brought a
little something to drink.

I like that.

Well, you can't do renovation

without a little bevvy.

Wait a minute, now.
You know I don't renovate.

I restore. There's a big difference.

I actually think there used
to be some shutters here

once upon a time.

I'm hoping they're upstairs in the attic.

I want to see what I can do with them.

Well, why don't we start
with a couple glasses?

That I can definitely do.

Ohh.

Flag on the play.

Yeah?

Ok, baby girl, we'll be right there.

E la vita.

So...

Two men have been killed
on the southside of Chicago

in the last 10 days.
The first is Michael Crowley.

He was a repairman who was out
jogging pretty late at night.

Second, Anthony Rango.
He was a convenience store owner.

No known connection between them.

Both men were beaten to
death with fists of fury.

Rango suffered a crushed larynx

and something called a lefort fracture?

It's a bilateral horizontal facial injury.

Looks like there was also

a blunt force trauma to
the back of the head.

So they were blitz attacked to gain control,

then it was essentially fisticuffs.

And they were both literally
caught with their pants down.

Like their jeans and their boxers

both down to their ankles.

But there's no sign of
sexual assault or robbery.

So it was a message.

Either they led secret
lives or someone wanted to

symbolically demean or embarrass them.

You can't really tell if it
was done pre-or postmortem

aren't these your old stomping grounds?

We should go say hey to your family.

Yeah, I'm not gonna let
anybody know I'm in town.

At least not until we're done with this.

I don't need any distractions.

With this level of hands-on violence,

this unsub is filled with rage.

And he's probably just getting started.

Wheels up in 30.

Uhh!

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"I am dead.

Only vengeance can restore me."

Terry Goodkind.

All right, let's go over victimology.

Both of these men were medium-risk victims.

They were average Joes making a living

in a below average area.

The first victim, Crowley,
was a telephone repairman

who'd living in the neighborhood for years.

Victim two, Rango, owned a convenience store

for about twice as long,
and he had pretty much

the same routine every single day.

So each had a pattern.

It looks that way.

They both had regular work hours.

Crowley's wife said he
varied his workout route.

This was the first time
that he ran this way.

He seems more like a victim of opportunity,

while the store owner's death seems planned.

The pants pulled down means the
unsub's message is personal.

You know, 98% of the area is black,

but the two victims he
attacked were white men

who'd lived in the neighborhood for years.

Maybe he wanted to shame them in some way.

This doesn't look like a hate crime.

Removing the pants is sexual,
it's not racial.

Garcia, did you get any information

about the sexuality of the victims?

As far as I can tell, Rango was straight.

He was married 30 years, two grown kids.

No Internet or credit card
history suggests otherwise.

And what about the jogger?

If he was living on the DL,
I can't find the D or the L.

Somehow the unsub linked the two.

Morgan, you know the neighborhood.

You and Blake go to the Minimart.

The rest of us will go to the P.D.

How far away from here did you grow up?

5 blocks. The park we just passed

is where I used to play football.

The bus stop on that corner--

that's where I played kissy-face
with my first girlfriend.

How old were you?

10.

Wow.

Yeah. Our unsub blitz attacked the owner.

He must have regained consciousness

and put up a hell of a fight.

Yeah, it looks that way.

Baby girl, see if the owner
of the convenience store

had any military defensive training.

Oh, I will, as long as
you promise to bring me

some of my future
mother-in-law's peach cobbler.

As soon as we're done here, I promise.

All right.

Wow, Mr. esp,

Rango was an amateur MMA fighter

in the local "over 50"
division in his spare time.

He had a 10 and 1 record,
he was training for a big fight in June.

Tough old man. Thank you.

So we were right?

But to intentionally pick a
fight with a martial artist?

Maybe our unsub didn't know?

Rango could have been the
victim of opportunity,

like the jogger.

Well, it looks like our guy
needed a drink after the beatdown.

He must have worn gloves,

otherwise CSI would have
taken them in for prints.

So he could have been an addict.

Maybe that explains the intensive nature.

You ever known an addict
to leave a full register?

And this guy was mission oriented.

He even stole the disc before he left.

Candy and soda were the last things bought.

There were probably kids in here.

They're lucky they didn't get hurt.

Detective Gordinski.

Captain, actually.

I was promoted two years ago.

You remember Dr. Reid.

Ah, what's it been, 6, 7 years?

The number of pathogens passed
during a handshake is staggering.

It's actually safer to kiss.

Ah, yeah, I do remember you.

Any developments in the investigation?

While you were in the air,
another body dropped outside

a local diner on Halstead.

Guy's pants were pulled down,
he was beaten to a pulp.

We had some team members
headed to the morgue.

We'll redirect them to the diner instead.

Thank you.

Guy over there found him.

At first he thought he was homeless,

but then something didn't seem right.

Beaten to death wouldn't seem right
whether he had a home or not.

Yeah, that's true.

Surveillance camera caught him
eating with his son at the diner.

Then he passed the kid off
to his mom and they took off.

This is odd. It's a high-traffic area.

The first two kills took place in seclusion.

The unsub is a highly

motivated risk-taker.

What race was the victim?

African-American.

A change in M.O.,
too. He crossed the color line.

He's an equal opportunity killer.

Empty bottle of wine.

That's new.

What do you see?

Hey, what's up?
You find anything in the alley?

Yeah, there's some writing on the dumpster.

What's it say?

Hold on a second.

They got something?

Do you see something?

Morgan.

"Look up to the sky"?

I gotta go.

Linguistically, it may mean

God judges the victim for his sins...

That's not it.

And taken in context,
with the pants pulled--

Blake, that's not it.

Let's go.

Knock on every door.

Everyone gets overtime tonight. Ok?

Derek Morgan.

Where's Hotch?

He's in the conference room.

The M.E. found glass shards

from a Helgeson Vineyards wine bottle

in the back of victim number 3's skull.

I know what this is about.

This is about Carl Buford.

What do you mean?
Buford's in prison for life.

The words "Look up to the sky"

were found in both the
Minimart and the alley.

It's what Buford used to say to me.

- Look up to the sky!
- Uhh!

Uhh!

Look up to the sky!

Look up to the sky!

Carl Buford was an expert...

at spotting and exploiting vulnerabilities

in adolescent boys that he
coached at the community center.

He had the entire community
thinking he was a hero.

Parents, teachers... cops.

I mean everyone.

After my dad died, he locked onto me.

And he manipulated me into
compliant victimization.

Now, you remember how I
told you that I got into it

with that local gangbanger
when I was younger.

Well, somehow Buford got it all expunged.

Now, I didn't understand why

a guy who barely knew me would do that.

Buford gave me his time.

He taught me how to play football.

And then he took me to
his cabin on the lake.

I was a kid.

I was a kid from the Southside.

I'd never been to a cabin, much less a lake.

Morgan, you don't have to do this.

They need to know, Hotch.

They need to know this guy's M.O.

Buford built up my trust.

And then he would lower my
inhibition with Helgeson wine.

He called it his Jesus juice.

Then he would molest me.

And every time he would see
that dead look in my eyes

that said I wanted him to stop...

He would just say, "You better man up, boy."

"Look up to the sky."

Did you ever tell anyone about that phrase?

No.

We're probably looking at
someone who Buford abused.

The victim could harbor
a great deal of anger

if he didn't deal with his own abuse.

And with the right trigger,
it could develop into this kind of rage.

Where's Buford now?

We got him locked up for homicide in 2006,

but because of the statute of limitations,

we never got him for molestation.

Buford ran the community center for years.

An offender like him could
have hundreds of victims.

All right, let's talk about victimology.

Each of these men had had
interactions with kids

right before they were killed.

The killer switched from white victims

to African-Americans.

You'd think that if they
were surrogates for Buford,

he'd kill only black men.

Hello?

Garcia, I need you to compile a list

of all of the boys who played
football at the community center

20-30 years ago.

Ok.

I knew about Buford molesting Morgan,

but there were more kids?

Preferential offenders typically
have dozens of victims.

And each reacts differently.

Morgan became an FBI agent and
this one went the other way.

You know, had I known back in the day

that Morgan was going through all this,

I wouldn't have arrested him 6 years ago.

And I sure wouldn't have
been so hard on him as a kid.

I know.

Let us go deliver the profile

and stop this guy from killing anybody else.

The man that we're looking for
is an African-American male

in his late 30s to early 40s,
and he's from this area.

He most likely attended the local
community center as a youth.

He's athletic and he's powerful,

which explains his ability to
overcome his victims with aggression.

His perfect timing and selection

say his intelligence level is high,

and his victim selection
shows us his murders

are not planned in advance.

He may have a drinking problem,

which makes him more unpredictable

and exacerbates his anger.

Come on, now, I'm his father!

The fact that he doesn't
steal from his victims

shows us that he's mission oriented.

This says that the substance
abuse is a coping mechanism,

from the fact that he never adequately
dealt with his own victimization.

By exposing his victims
and scrawling the phrase

Buford used during his sexual
assaults at the crime scenes,

he's telling the world
that he sees the victims

as child molesters, which is his
justification for killing them.

This is an example of
projection and polarization,

a black-and-white thinking which
when coupled with impulsivity, anger,

and outbursts of violence indicates

that this unsub's most likely
suffering from an extreme case

of borderline personality disorder.

BPD is one of the most common
mental disorders suffered by adults

who were victimized as children.

This represents the borderline
between anxiety and psychosis.

We believe this unsub's
perspective has become so warped

that he's likely experiencing
stress-related paranoid ideation,

most likely brought on by
a recent traumatic event

that triggered that rage.

No!

He's killing men just after they
innocently interact with children.

So step up patrols in parks, schools,
ball fields, even family events.

But do not try to confront this man alone.

We believe that he is armed
and extremely dangerous.

Thank you.

Go ahead, Garcia.

I'm gonna start with the good
news first 'cause I wanna.

The renamed Damien Walters
community center is thriving

under its new director,
Ms. Walters, Damien's mom.

The bad news is, although they
now computerize their records,

back when Buford ran the joint

it was all paper files,
so I'm out of luck there.

All right, thanks, Garcia.

JJ, why don't you get Reid

and go over to the center,
dive into those files,

see if you can come up
with a comprehensive list

of Buford's potential victims.

I actually know one of them personally.

His name is James Barfield.

He's a senior at Northwestern.

I might be able to get something out of him.

Ok. You and Blake go over there,

see what you can find out.

Derek Morgan just called
to give me a heads-up.

The records are in the back.

Thanks.

You know, community centers

are supposed to bring people together,

but this one has torn enough people apart.

I'll be up front, if you need anything.

Thank you.

I hear they're talking first round, huh?

Oh, snap.

Derek Morgan.

That's right.

What are you doing here, Derek?

Mr. FBI ain't come to wish me luck.

Carl Buford.

Hey, man, you need to leave that alone.

Someone's killing men
in our old neighborhood.

What else is new?

Well, because of certain evidence
found at the crime scenes,

we believe it's one of
Buford's former victims.

You told her?

James, we just need to
figure out who's doing this.

You should be hitting the
pavement figuring it out,

not wasting time talking to me.

James, you're not a suspect.

We just need to identify the other men.

Look, did Buford ever
mention any special guys,

guys closer to my age?

I can't help you.

If we don't get a list of names,

someone else could lose their life.

Is that really what you want?

Let me break this down for you, J. Crew.

I ain't no snitch. I'm not telling you

what another man's gone through.

James, just give us some names and nobody

has to know about this.

I'm not starting my football
career carrying that mess around.

I'm about to get out of these streets.

I'm not doing it, Derek.

All right, Dr. Genius,

do you notice anything I'm not seeing?

Between travel receipts,
letters of recommendation,

and expense reports, I've
compiled a list of several names,

but it's obvious there
are gaps in the records.

Do you think Buford destroyed some
files before he went to prison?

Given the opportunity,
most people in his situation would have.

We should probably call the team with this.

Hotch, James couldn't give us any names.

Reid and JJ were only able to
come up with a partial list

from the files at the community center,

so we'll talk to those guys, we'll see

if anybody stands out or if
they can fill in the gaps.

It could take days or
weeks to track them down.

I need to go see Buford.

I want you to try something with JJ first.

All right, Derek,

I just need you to relax.

Just try to remember.

JJ, come on,

I taught you the
"You're in a safe place now" speech.

Well, I should be pretty damn good at it.

All right.

So I need you to think back

to the sights and sounds and smells

of playing football.

We were some sweaty, dirty,
smelly kids back then.

All we ever wanted to do

was to get out there and play the game.

Was Buford there?

Yeah.

Did you notice any unusual glances

or behavior between him
and any of the other boys?

No.

Buford never took his eyes off of me.

Come on, Derek, focus, focus.

Did you notice if any of the
boys avoided him subtly?

Good job, D. That's my boy.

Nothing.

I had always thought I was the only one.

JJ, this isn't working. I'm done.

I don't want you going to see Buford.

Hotch, I can handle it.

Another man was found beaten to death.

Same M.O. 10 blocks from the last murder.

That's 4 in two weeks.

And take Blake with you.

Hotch, come on. We gotta do this now.

I finished my counseling two years ago.

I can do this.

All right, but I'm coming with you.

All these years

I kept my mouth shut.

Carl Buford, my mentor.

Look at you. You'd probably be dead by now.

Yeah, well, it wasn't for free, was it?

I pulled you out of the gutter.

I pulled myself out of the gutter,

all the way to the FBI. I did that!

You saying I had nothing to do
with making you who you are?

No, Carl.

Actually, I'm saying you
have everything to do

with making me who I am.

Open gate.

Close gate.

Derek Morgan.

Got yourself a new look, huh?

I'm Mohammed Alam now.

Of all my boys, you're the last one

that I thought would come back to me.

4 men have been killed in
the old neighborhood, Carl.

Allah views murder as a
sin and an abomination.

At each crime scene the words
"Look up to the sky" were found.

You remember those words.

They escape me.

I've been very busy filling
my brain with knowledge.

I'm a Malcolm X Islamic scholar now.

I know you remember that cabin.

And me and every other

boy that you took up
there remembers it, too.

The man you harbor so much
rage for is no longer here.

Yes, he is.

He's sitting right in front of me.

You're just hiding behind a religion

that hasn't figured you out yet.

Still got that mouth on you, don't you?

Always liked that mouth.

You were always direct.

Whenever I see you on TV,

I tell everyone that's my boy.

I'm proud of you.

I don't give a damn how you feel.

You see, what I need

is a list of everyone you've victimized.

You still like mint
chocolate-chip ice cream?

The U.S. attorney has offered immunity.

They won't charge you with molesting any

of the boys on this list

as long as this list is complete.

Or was it butter pecan?

You leave even one name off that list,
this deal is dead.

Are you threatening me, D.?

With my hand on the Qu'ran.

See, right now, you're in
here for serial murder.

And I bet that gives you
a whole lot of credit

out there in the yard. Am I right?

But what do you think would happen

if the brothers in here

learned what you were really guilty of?

So let me be direct,

Mohammed.

Start writing.

Some people are easy to remember,

but others sort of fade to the background.

That doesn't mean they weren't special.

They just weren't like you, Derek.

I'll give you the list on one condition.

All I want is a handshake. That's it.

A gentleman's agreement.

What do you say?

You were always special, Derek.

You may have me in here,

but there's a whole lot
more of me out there, boy.

You didn't have to shake his hand.

It's a long list, Hotch.

This unsub's devolving.

He'll stand out. He won't be hard to find.

I'm gonna use the head before we leave.

* You got a lot to say *

* but your murder is talk, your murder... *

* you actin' like you can't be touched *

* When the warriors fought *

* we don't send warnings,
we don't give threats *

* we handle our business
and put it all to rest *

I have arrested every one of these kids.

I never once thought they
were getting molested.

Some victims of sexual
abuse tell their parents

and others act out.

I cross-referenced the list of
special kids from the center

with the list of victims
Morgan got from Buford.

I've come up with a half a dozen names of

people who fit the profile

and the physicality to be suspects.

Did you get that list to Garcia?

She's pulling their histories right now.

Yeah, baby girl,
how's that list coming along?

Ok. Of the 5 that fit the profile,

one sticks out like a tiger
in a room of kittens.

What name's that? Keron Bender.

He's a former linebacker.

He was on Buford's community center team.

He's a few years older than Derek.
He's come upon hard times.

By that I mean he has 3
arrests for domestic violence,

two for meth possession
and aggravated assault,

and he lives smack in the
middle of the kill zone.

Send that address right now. Let's go.

Sent.

* Let's go, she's... *

Police!

I got him!

Weed, it's just weed. It's just weed.

I told you, I don't know nobody.

I just want you to look at this list.

All right? Just look at it.

Are there any other guys around our age

who aren't on here who
Buford treated as special?

Well, how am I supposed to know?

You tryin' to kick a brother when he down.

Buford used to tell you to
look up to the sky, right?

I need your help.

Just look at the list.

I recognize a few of those guys.

But there was older ones, though,

before that.

At the center.

No.

Cabrini Green.

Buford used to live there before--

he was tight with the King Cobras.

He used to tell their moms

that he would keep them off the streets.

Yeah. I used to bump
heads with a few of them.

You got any names?

Yeah.

There was one.

He was Buford's favorite.

Who?

Pretty sure his name was Rodney.

Rodney Harris?

Yeah.

He got it the worst.

Rodney's not on this list.

Buford played us.

He was one of the biggest drug dealers

in the neighborhood 6 years ago.

Yeah, but he fell out.
He's not running that anymore.

Rodney's the one you had all
the trouble with, right?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

This is all starting to make sense now.

Buford probably let him deal
drugs close to the center

just to keep him quiet
about what Buford had done.

And Rodney looked at you and saw
everything he could have been.

Yeah, but what made him snap now?

Yeah, Garcia, see if there's a
connection between Rodney Harris

and any of our victims.

I already did that, babe,
and I'm coming up empty.

What about Rodney's extended family?

Ok, um...

Whoa. There's a connection.

Ok, uh, Michael Crowley--
he's the first victim--

he was a swim coach to Tyler Harris.

That's Rodney's estranged son.

So Sheila, Rodney's ex-wife,

pulled Tyler from the swim team.

Turns out she made quite a scene,
rightfully so,

because...

Crowley had molested him after a swim meet.

So Crowley was killed out of revenge.

Rango and the others, who had
simple interaction with children,

were just surrogates for Carl Buford.

You got an address for Rodney?

I traced Rodney's cell
phone and it's pinging

at the current address of Sheila Goode.

That's Rodney's ex-wife.

Yeah, but why would you
spend that kind of money

on something like that?

It's your money.

I love it.

Don't you move.

Oh, my God.

Rodney-- Shut up!

- What are you doing? Why?!
- Shut up!

Shut up! Move back.

Come here, Tyler.

- You get back.
- Rodney, what's wrong with you?

You gonna go and be with him?

With him? You--

Oh! Rodney, what's the
hell's wrong with you?!

Dad, please!

I just saved you, boy.

What did you do, Rodney?!

- What did you do?!
- Shut up!

You sure?

Yeah.

He's agitated.

Rossi, you guys take the back.

- Rodney, please don't do this.
- Rodney, I'm coming in!

Just shut up.

Rodney?

- Get out of here, Derek.
- I can't do that.

I will kill him.

You kill him, you die.

He's innocent.

He took my family.

He didn't protect my son.

- That's not true.
- It is!

Rodney, this has nothing to do with him.

This is about what happened to you.

What?

Carl Buford.

I know what he did to you back in the day.

Son of a bitch.

Son of-- you don't know me.

You don't know what I've been through.

You better back up or I will kill him.

- Oh, Rodney, please.
- You shut up.

Rodney!

This is all your fault, anyway.

You took my son away from me.

You can't keep killing people, man.

What happened to your son was wrong.

But it brought you back to what
Buford did to you, didn't it?

Look, I know exactly what you're feeling,

because I've been there.

How I'm feeling?

You have no idea how I'm feeling.

You're just a bitch-ass narc.

I'm in these streets.
Hell, I'm already dead.

No!

No, that's what Carl Buford
always wanted you to believe.

Don't you see that?
That's how he controlled you.

And if you pull that trigger, he wins.

No, Buford ain't got nothin' on me.

I know he molested you.

Nah.

Man, stop talking.

Why didn't you tell me, Rodney?

Just stop talkin'.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Shut up!

Shut your mouth.

Rodney, look at me.

He did the same thing to me.

I confronted him.

I got him locked away for life.

He's done.

Done?

Done ain't good enough.

Look at your son.

Look at him.

Don't go out like this in front of him.

You don't want to destroy
his life, too, do you?

Rodney, he loves you.

I do, Dad.

He still needs you.

He still needs you, Rodney.

Rodney...

Put that gun down.

You know, the only reason I became a cop

was so I could tell right from wrong.

Get bad off the streets,
only the good was standing.

But I got it wrong.

Not just with you but with all these kids.

I...made assumptions about who they were,

why they did what they did.

People like Buford I let slide.

I'm sorry.

What drove you to kill those men?

Clear the way, please.

Is it true that this is
all about Carl Buford?

Why did you do it? Comment, please!

You don't have to do this. I got it.

Derek, I got it.

I used to think that, uh,
Carl Buford was a hero.

6 years ago I found out I was very wrong.

Derek.

It's over.

You did it.

You're saying that's why
Rodney Harris killed those men?

Yes, that's what I said.

So being abused made him a killer?

No.

No, it did not.

The vast majority of child sex victims

don't grow up to be sex
offenders or criminals.

I know this because...

and let me be direct...

I was also one of Carl Buford's victims.

Yo, Mohammed,

wasn't "Carl Buford" your government name?

Victimization does not cause offending.

Yeah. I don't know what he's talking about.

I loved that kid.

It can cause a lot of isolation...

And there can be anger and rage.

It can cause pain and suffering...

But you can get through it.

It can make you stronger.

It does not have to destroy your life.

It can make you fight back.

And it can make you want to
spend the rest of your life

protecting others.

What is that, Morgan?

It's my mom's peach cobbler.

Whoo. Garcia's gonna be a happy woman.

You didn't save us any?

Oh, come on, there's enough for everybody.

We'll heat it up when we get back.

Derek.

You did a great thing back there.

I appreciate all of you for having my back.

Yeah, this is Derek Morgan.

When?

All right.

Thanks for the call.

What happened?

Carl Buford is dead.

"For darkness restores
what light cannot repair."

Joseph Brodsky.

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