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Previously on Criminal
Minds: Evolution...

I don't want to
do this anymore.

I don't want to live like this.

Parts of your brain are
talking to each other

that didn't talk before.

I need you to go
and get your gun

and put it on this table

-over here.
-No.

I'm a fucking monster,
David. Don't you understand?

So Ronald Graber is
a family annihilator?

He told them he
wanted to play a game.

They had to choose

one family member to sacrifice,

and the he would leave.

JJ, I sincerely believe

that in your situation,

-if you can't help...
-Help yourself...

...help someone else.

Like you.

What do you want me to do?

We think you'll remember
once you're face to face.

I have a message for Sicarius

from his disciple.

Doesn't Elias need
some sort of safe word?

I'll say "monster"
if I need help.

I am Sicarius.

You have a message for me?

Did you watch my videos?

I did.

You saw what I did
to those families?

Yes.

Then you know what they call me.

I know what you call yourself.

I want to hear you say it.

The Brutal Man.

Huh.

I asked for Sicarius.

And here you are.

In the flesh.

So you say.

Do you have a message?

I would've thought

you'd have figured
it out by now.

Look, I'll, um...

...I'll make it easy for you.

I'll give you the message...

...if you can answer

this one question correctly.

Why am I here?

Why am I here,

in custody,

and not in the morgue

like everyone else?

I'll make it easy for you.

Let me make it easy for
you. The Brutal Man.

Gas N' Gulp.

Beavercreek, Ohio. 2007.

Your family stopped there.

-Ronnie?
-Your mom needed

to use the restroom.

Do you need to go?

Ronnie? Go now or
forever hold your pee.

Pick out some candy.

Get something for
your sister, too.

Be back in a jiffy.

And then,

while you were waiting...

-Sorry.
-What's your name?

Ronnie.

Ronnie.

Mm...

pick a hand.

I'm not supposed to
talk to strangers.

My name is Lee,
your name's Ronnie,

so we're not strangers.

Pick a hand.

Look, I'll make it easy for you.

Life's too short
to skip dessert.

It was you.

Picture perfect nuclear family.

You even had the bumper sticker

with the stick figures on
it. I couldn't help myself.

It wasn't hard to corral them

once I had a gun to
your sister's head.

You always thought
they abandoned you.

Thought it was your fault.

Wondered what you
ever did wrong.

Never understood.

You must be such a bad boy

if your family's
just gonna leave you.

No grandparents to take you in.

You have been
searching for answers.

I kept my eye on you

through foster care, juvie.

You were, you were a lost soul.

But then I recruited you, RG07.

So, when you said you
killed those families

because you wanted to...

that was bullshit.

You didn't have a choice.

Because, you see,

Ronnie,

I'm the one who made you.

So give me

your goddamn message.

"Hell is empty...

"...and all the devils...

...are here."

You're gonna want to grab him.

Monster.

"Misery acquaints a man
with strange bedfellows."

William Shakespeare.

Everything Voit said is a match.

Ronald Graber was abandoned

in Beavercreek, Ohio.

He bounced around
the state system

until he made juvie his home.

Can't believe Voit killed
Graber's entire family.

It was that intense connection

that made him
remember everything.

Just like when he
sat down across from

Ramona. All the good
came flooding back.

Yeah, and now it's all the bad.

He sounded like his old self.

Do you think it was an act?

No, I think he knew he had to
tap into that side of himself.

His purpose was to go in that
room and get us the message.

He did that, and then some.

Yeah, but at what cost?

I'm gonna check your
heart rate, okay?

Elias?

Is that okay?

His heart rate is
through the roof.

He's still in shock.

Is it okay if we stay
here for a while?

Whatever you need.

Elias,

we're not gonna travel
until you're stable, okay?

Okay.

Did you hear what
Agent Rossi said?

Graber isn't dead.

He's gonna wish he was.

"Hell is empty..."

What was the rest of it?

"And all the devils are here."

I don't know that.
What's it from?

Is it from the Bible?

It's Shakespeare.

The Tempest. Act
one, scene two.

Yes, first uttered
by Ferdinand

during the shipwreck and
then repeated by Ariel

when they tell Prospero
what happened to the royals.

Scene two. This is round two

-with the network.
-I'm not convinced

it's that deep. It could just

be a very bold statement.

And the only thing we know

is that Voit has some

dark shit locked up
in that head of his.

Mm. And that he knows

all the devils
we're looking for.

Now we just need him to
remember all of them.

It's weird seeing him like this.

-Almost helpless.
-Yeah.

He's drained and it's late.

Been a while since

I've pulled an all-nighter,

but if there ever was a time...

You want him to
lay down somewhere?

Well, it's simple

for me to run a brain scan.

Can tell us if he's

his old self or his new self.

You can do that from here?

I knew what he'd be
up against in there,

so I brought it along.

I'll send the feed
to your monitor

so you can see what I see.

Dave.

Don't leave, please.

Okay.

You know the drill.

Focus on the images

we flash in front of you.

-All right?
-Mm-hmm.

You think our monster's back?

Look at the anterior
insular cortex.

Rainbows.

The empathy center in his
brain is still firing.

How can that be? We all saw

how he talked to Graber. He
knew exactly what to say.

Test will come
when she shows him

the crime scene photos.

Look at the dorsolateral
prefrontal cortex.

There's no dopamine release.

So he's not okay
with seeing violence.

Hmm. Welcome to my club.

He hasn't switched.
The killer isn't back.

Well, I think folks can
fake a lot of things,

but Voit...

I-I think he's far too broken

to be anything but himself.

It's... I c...

I can't. I need
a break, please.

Okay, Elias. Not a problem.

Okay.

Ochoa's taking him back.

He's calmed down and exhausted.

We won't get anywhere
with him tonight.

So, that means we will
all get some sleep

and we will hit
this first thing.

Flag on the play.

Uh, turns out Voit's
lawyer is no slouch.

He heard about the
confrontation with Graber

and filed a motion for
a protective order,

citing legal precedent that says

someone with retrograde amnesia

can't incriminate himself.

So where does that leave us?

Look, we don't have time

to go 12 rounds with
a public defender.

I say let the legal fallout
be tomorrow's battle.

DOJ is willing

to offer a plea agreement
that establishes Voit

is not the focus of
this investigation.

Voit's lawyers also requested

he's back to
marshal-only security

while he recovers at Melgren.

No cuffs.

Cuffs or no cuffs, we just
need to keep him talking.

Look, we can't forget where
Voit was a week ago: suicidal.

Any reminder of his past crimes

sent him to the edge
of a psychotic break.

And yet he remembered

killing Graber's family.

Voit didn't bat an eyelash.

What's been our guiding
rule since Voit woke up?

Being physically
confronted by his past

is clearly painful for
him, but it's grounding.

So how do we maintain that

along with his memories
of the network?

Find another grounding element.

I'll talk to him.

When he saw me earlier,

he immediately
remembered Alison.

O... Can we have a
brake-pump here for a minute?

We've all had all these
dustups with Voit.

We can't also have you
opening up painful wounds

just to grease Voit's memories.

Yes, we can.

I was on the outer
ring of his network.

-Outer ring?
-Voit had a vetting process

for bringing people
onto the network.

And if you really impressed him,

you'd be part of
the inner circle.

These three... Ronald Graber,

Clyde Smets and
Franklin Fowler...

made it onto the network,

but they never got
coordinates to a kill kit.

-But you did.
-Only because

I hacked Voit's
transceiver codes.

It's got to be me.

Well, we can't take any
chances. You're not going alone.

Yeah. I'll do it.

-Penelope, you don't have to...
-Oh, I know I don't have to.

I have a choice here.

Uh, and just to rectify history,

you found the receiver
codes, but I hacked them.

So, sorry, not
sorry, you need me.

And as boss lady said,

why don't we all
get some sleep, huh?

So give me your
goddamn message.

"Hell is empty. And all
the devils are here."

Shakespeare certainly
fits this guy's

-flair for the dramatic.
-It also fits

his flair for a mask.

In Japanese Noh theater,

it represents a ghost
being tormented in hell.

Yeah, but this isn't
about just one.

It's all the devils.

The unsubs in this
revised network

are coming fast and furious,

but we can't catch them
if we're exhausted.

Even Voit knows that.

So we all need to get some rest.

Yes?

Yes.

You okay, kid?

Yes, we all need some sleep.

And even though we got three
unsubs off the streets,

I-I can't help

but feel that this
new network...

they're just waking up.

What the fuck?

Hey.

Let me out!

911. What's your emergency?

My name is Claire Thatcher,
and I have been kidnapped.

Can you tell me
where you're located?

I-I don't... I-I don't know.

I'm... I just know I'm in some
kind of weird box and I'm stuck.

-I'm stuck.
-Claire, I'm gonna need you to calm down.

We'll track your GPS.

-Oh, God. Oh, God.
-Claire, tell me what's happening.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

I...

I know where I am.

-I know where I am.
-Stay calm,

give me as much
detail as you can.

I, I-I think I'm underground.

I'm in a coffin underground.

You're, you're what?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It's collapsing.
It's collapsing.

Claire, we have your
location. Help is on the way.

-You're not gonna make it.
-Yes, we will.

You just have to stay
on the line with me.

Keep talking to me,
Claire. Can you hear me?

Claire...

-Claire.
-Please,

-Harold, put Hailey on the line.
-You know the drill.

She's doing her homework,
I've got her phone.

We talked about this.

I need to talk to her.

We wouldn't have
to take her phone

if she wasn't falling behind.

Harold, it's an emergency.

Yeah, well, always is with you.

Please, I don't want to fight.

-I just want to hear her voice.
-Call her in an hour.

Boundaries, Claire.
-No. No, no, no, d-don't...

Hey, uh, thanks for
coming in so early.

So, I couldn't
stop thinking about

how the timeline
tells the story.

First up, Franklin Fowler.

Uploaded videos of his
kill to the network.

Cornered by us. Suicide.

Next, Clyde Smets.

-Same deal.
-The zookeeper

engaged with Voit on the network

since its initial run.

But Smets

didn't post an actual video

until after Fowler
killed himself.

Once Smets committed suicide,
Graber posted on BAU-Gate.

If I didn't know better, I'd
say the next unsub starts

once the previous
one is off the board.

That means these guys are in
close contact with one another,

and they probably already
know of Graber's arrest.

Which means our next
unsub just got activated.

Oh, that was fast.

Voit's plea agreement
went through.

Well, my guess is
that his new lawyer

shit a brick when he found
out that Voit confessed

to killing Graber's family
while actually in FBI custody.

Yeah, but still, Voit must
have strong-armed him.

I mean, the language
doesn't legally preclude us

from using his
words against him.

By any measure, Voit is
sticking his neck out

-to help us.
-Well, that is a lawyer's worst nightmare,

-a client with a leaky conscience.
-Yeah.

Becca.

Evan.

-Hi. Hi. Hi.
-Oh, my God... oh, wow. Hi.

-Hi.
-I-I heard you were in Chicago.

I've been here two years
now. Turns out, uh,

corporate mergers get to
be a bit soul-sucking.

-Oh, yeah, you thought D.C. would be better?
-I'm an optimist.

Uh, you're looking at,
uh, one of D.C.'s AUSAs.

Uh, hi. Evan Delray.

Hi. Tara Lewis.

Um, how do you guys
know each other?

We went to law school together.

Oh. Oh!

Hey. Law School Evan.

-Oh, God. What did she tell you?
-Oh, um,

only that you wouldn't have
made it to 2L without her.

-What are you doing in Quantico?
-Uh...

this, uh, Ronald Graber
suicide attempt's got

the whole DOJ into
cover-your-ass mode.

The-the D.A. in Cleveland wants
me to transfer him back there,

but I can't do that until
he's out of the hospital.

-Uh, the fractured skull, right?
-Uh, yeah.

Y-You need the AG's
signature to confirm.

Well, you got a shorthand
with her, right?

-Ah.
-Clock's ticking.

Uh, we'll get this
back to you soon.

Wow. It was good to see you.

-You, too.
-Yeah.

Let me know if there's
anything I can do to help.

-Yeah.
-Bye.

So, Becca...

-Becca.
-Mm. Don't start. I mean it.

See, you hate being
called that name,

but somehow Law School
Evan gets a pass?

It was a long time ago.

And you neglected to tell me
that, uh, your study buddy

is a big, tall drink of water.

-Okay. Yep.
-I'm parched, Becks.

-I'll kill you, I mean it.
-Oh,

-like a, just, snack.
-Oh... okay, yeah, yeah.

Um, hey,

f-for my own peace of
mind, can you and I

get some grounding, you
know, on-on the history

that we have before
we're walking in there?

'Cause your last
run-in with Voit

was when he asked for you
to be his security detail,

and that was an attempt to
get a reaction out of you,

and there were some
understandable reactions.

We're not dealing
with the same Voit.

And we're not dealing
with the same Tyler.

-One with a badge.
-I know what you're thinking.

That I see this as my
chance to spar with the man

who killed my sister
and who shot me.

That's not what this is about.

What's it about?

Being an asset to this
team, however I can.

-Let's do this.
-Okay.

Okay, uh, you, I
know why you're here,

but you, you don't
have to be here.

Oh, I will happily enlighten you

why my presence
here is pertinent.

Let's do a guilt trip
speed round, okay?

Did you compromise SOAR,

my gorgeous app I spent
years building? Yeah.

Did you plant kill kits
all over the country,

which forced me to go
back to work at the FBI,

completely trashing
my self-care routine?

Yeah. Did you absolutely

funkify my workspace

at Quantico, so hard, in fact,

that I set off the fire
alarm at the FBI twice

just trying to sage away
your olfactory evils?

Uh, yes, to all of that?

But I-I know why he's here.

We're not having that
conversation. Not yet.

I think maybe you need to.

-What we need...
-Mm.

...is for you to tell us
everything you remember

about the players
on your network.

I don't...

Okay, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna translate.

A little gentler,
with more metaphor.

There are these little
demon-horn people

that are, that are
popping up, one by one,

and then they're talking to
each other in cyber land,

and we need to figure
out who they are

-and what they're saying.
-I can't magically remember

names and IP addresses.

-You remembered Graber.
-Well, he was right there

in front of me. I-I...

Look, I... I don't
know how it works.

Yeah, that sounds
like muscle memory.

Who else can you remember?

I talked to dozens of them,

hundreds, uh...

through different channels, um,

the dark web,
encrypted messages.

-I... I wouldn't even know where to start.
-Yeah.

I-I don't think any of
us know where to start.

No.

We are faced with an
overwhelming task.

When I am faced with
an overwhelming task,

I try to think of something
that, you know, whelms me.

-"Whelms me"? Is that a word?
-I don't know.

You know, like, gets you

very present,

an activity that gets
you really present.

All right, now's not
the time for a scone.

Please, you've never
sconed a day in your life.

-Oh, my God.
-But...

I do know something that could
get us presently together.

I think so. I think so.

Excuse me!

Hey, uh, just got a report

on a local woman...
Claire Thatcher.

She called 911 in distress,
they got disconnected.

EMTs raced to her,
but it was too late.

Network unsub or regular unsub?

-She was buried alive.
-She also called home.

Seemingly to say goodbye.

Sounds like a
signature Voit move.

Dave, take Alvez with
you to the crime scene.

-You guys look into that phone call.
-Yeah.

Well, the AG works fast.

Not always. When it comes
to this case, she does.

Graber's that much of a badass?

Well, he's a lot, but
it's his associate

who has been DOJ's nightmare.

Well, I read what I could,

but most of these
files are redacted.

It's complicated.

Uh, I'm sure nothing's changed

and you still live
at the office,

but, um... girl's got to eat.

You up for dinner? I
still make a terrific...

You know, I live with Tara.

Yeah?

Living together.

That is a big step
for you, Becca.

That's great.

Well, then, whatever night
works for both you and Tara.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

I'll ask her.

This is gonna be a night.

-That sounds perfect.
-That's great.

Look at us.

Some build snowmen,
we build computers.

And today's surprise
ingredient...

Ronald Graber's hard drive.

If we're gonna find

how they're talking
to each other,

this will have the answers.

If we connect the
block cipher module

-to the motherboard, then we'll be able to get...
-Ah.

I'll do the soldering.

Yeah. You solder, I screw.

So, you didn't give
Graber a kill kit.

There weren't
enough to go around.

I know the hoops
I jumped through.

Was it like that
for everyone else?

A lot of people found
a lot of comfort

in that lonely corner
of the dark web,

but I only buried a dozen kits.

It was before the pandemic.

So they were for you?

Yeah, they were.

Why did you do it?
Why did you...?

Connect like-minded people?

Yeah. Let's start there.

We were all locked inside
our houses for weeks,

which turned into months.

Work shifted from travel
to home, so anyone with...

...urges couldn't
really release them

with their routine upended.

That got me thinking, "Well,
there's got to be others.

What are they doing right now?"

So I started the network,

and it just kind of turned
into, like, a support group.

You'd be surprised what
people will tell you

when there's a
promise of anonymity.

Then Tyler went looking
for answers and found you.

Yeah, a lot of people did.

Within weeks, there
were new servers,

new encryptions.

That's why I had to start
the inner and outer ring...

to kind of manage the traffic.

How did you vet them?

There's some things
you can't fake.

Not even on a
platform like that.

Like...?

Inner darkness.

Like you, Tyler.

It's a darkness you put there.

H-Hey. Voilà. Look
what teamwork did.

Now all we have to do
is get this in there

and-and-and-and-and
we can walk a mile

in Graber's digital
loafers and see if there's

any encrypted messages.

We did this.
Together. All of us.

Buried alive

in a wooden coffin.

Yeah. And he rigged it
with overhead lights

and live stream cameras.

Fits the network.

Each of them recorded
their murders.

It's not six feet under,

but digging a hole this size
it's gonna take some time.

Yeah. He plans in advance.

Well, if he's so careful,

why would he let
Claire have a phone?

Seems like a big risk.

Well, he took risk
out of the equation.

Take a look.

She didn't die from
lack of oxygen.

Soil filled her lungs.

-Coffin collapsed around her.
-Yeah.

Thanks to these.

It's, uh...

These are breaching charges.

The unsub can detonate
them whenever he wants,

so when the first responders
were on their way,

boom, boom, boom,

roof caves in.

So he never intended for
Claire to be rescued.

No, he didn't.

This...

this is a short-range
IoT receiver.

-IoT?
-Yeah.

You know the apps on your phone

that allow you to control
household appliances?

They use IoT signals

to remotely trigger a
mechanism on any given device.

So this is a smart coffin.

Yeah. With end-to-end encryption

so the signal
couldn't be blocked.

He doesn't get off on
burying Claire alive,

he gets off on deciding
the moment she dies.

Then he and his network
sickos watch over and over.

All right, searching
Graber's hard drive

for any polyglot files
that could hide the...

...encryption key
in plain sight.

We're a regular Goofus
and Gallant, yeah?

You okay?

Uh, yeah, I just haven't done

anything like this
since I got hurt.

Must make you feel a
little back to yourself?

Yeah, I guess that's it.

Whoa, whoa. Whoa, wait. Did
you add something to this?

Mm-mm. Why?

This isn't mine.

I mean, it's similar
but way more advanced.

What do you mean?

I mean, someone else
is taking the reins.

In order to break
through this encryption,

we'd need a chip capable
of quantum resistance.

You-you mean like my
high-capacity SOAR chip

that you are guessing
correctly is in my laptop?

Yeah, if this is the new line

of communication
for the network,

then this is our
chance to tap in.

No, no, we can't do...

Like, we're juicing up

a mystery dark web cipher

with a weapons-grade
quantum chip?

You know that's the digital
equivalent of, like,

playing Red Rover
with nuclear warheads.

All right, let's do it.
Come over, Red Rover.

-But we can't just...
-Did you ever bury someone alive?

-Uh...
-In a small space,

like a coffin?

No.

What about anyone
on the network?

No, they were more...
hands-on. Why?

They've found another killer.

Buries them alive...

Uh, no, no, no one
ever pulled it off.

Anybody talk about
having their victim call

a family member as
they were dying?

You had Alison call me the
night she died, didn't you?

Penelope...

...can you give us a second?

I'll be okay.

Okay.

Gonna be...

...right out here.

What was it...

about Alison?

She reminded me of my mother.

You killed her because
she reminded you...?

No, no. That's why
I asked her out.

She was my waitress at the
diner on Second Street.

She used to always keep your
nephew behind the counter.

-Blake.
-Yeah, Blake. She would just...

she would kind of rock him
in between taking orders.

She had this calmness about her.

I guess I just thought...

if she could fall
in love with me,

then maybe I wouldn't have
to be like this anymore.

She was kind and patient.

We-we only went out a few times

before...

before the demons
started getting louder,

and then I saw you
at the apartment

and I got paranoid
and so I had to...

-I just...
-How?

How'd you do it?

No, no, I don't... Can
we not do this, please?

You owe me this.

I drugged her.

I took her to a motel.

When she woke up,
she was tied up.

She knew what was going on,
and she only wanted one thing.

She wanted to hear your voice

because then she knew
that Blake would be okay.

Are you okay?

We need the chat logs
for Franklin Fowler

and Clyde Smets.

I think Voit knows the unsub.

I know how to get
him to remember.

Okay.

Yes, we will.

You just have to stay
on the line with me.

Keep talking to me, Claire.

Claire.

Please, Harold, put
Hailey on the line.

-I need to talk to her.
-You know the drill.

She's doing her homework,
I've got her phone.

We talked about this.

We wouldn't have
to take her phone

if she wasn't falling behind.

Harold, it's an emergency.

-Daddy?
-Hey.

Hey, you can't be
down here, remember?

I'm hungry.

Mommy always gives me a
snack before practice.

Right.

Mommy's working now instead.

Isn't she?

Did Hailey know her mom called?

I haven't told her.

I don't want to fight.

I just want to hear her voice.

Call her in an hour.

-Boundaries, Claire.
-No. No, no, no, d-don't...

You and Claire were divorced.

We read the record.

It sounds like the split was...

acrimonious.

Claire wanted sole custody.

It made things toxic.

How toxic?

I went over this
with the police.

I was helping Hailey
with her homework

when the phone call came in.

-Yeah, we know.
-I see my daughter two days a week.

Okay? I wouldn't do
anything to threaten that.

We understand.

What we want to know is,
who else might have known

that things had become toxic?

-Did-did Hailey know?
-Of course.

I mean, kids always
know. You try and...

...keep it from 'em, but...

...they can always tell.

Okay, who else?

I don't know. My coworkers,

Hailey's friends from school,

uh, whoever Claire talked to.

It's not fair.

What's not?

What happened to Claire.

You know, we weren't
good together,

but she was such a good mom.

I was such a bastard.

I kept her from saying
goodbye to our daughter.

I don't know how I'm gonna
tell Hailey I denied her that.

I don't know if she'd
ever forgive me.

How could she?

Do you have any
other, um, questions?

Uh, I think that's
all for now.

Thank you.

What do you think?

Well, he's not our
unsub. Question is,

did the unsub know what
was going on in the family,

-and if so, how?
-Right, you think he

recognized himself in
the family dynamic?

He wanted to punish them?

Divorce, losing your
kids. I mean, that's...

massive stressors.

But burying your ex alive?

I mean, there are easier
ways to kill your ex.

I mean, hell, there are easier
ways to get your kids back.

Unless...

it's not about the kids.

It's about revenge.

-What are you doing here, Kyle?
-I tried calling you.

It went straight to voicemail.

The judge said you
were supposed to keep

150 feet away at all times.

Just listen to me.

-It's Ava.
-What?

She got a ride to
soccer practice.

The car she was in got T-boned.

What? Is she okay?

They said she's
got a concussion.

Why couldn't you
just drive her, Kyle?

Can we talk about this
at St. Elizabeth's?

You have her for one
weekend out of the month,

and you couldn't just drive her?

I-I'm just... I'm
parked right here.

I will drive myself.

Evan still here?

Uh, in the building? Doubt it.

You're buzzing.

Yeah, just, like, weight of
the world lifted, you know?

Weight of the world how?

Okay, well, I-I haven't
told you everything

about how it all went down.

Um, last time I
saw Evan was, well,

a while ago, and...
I don't know,

I wanted to make amends for
how things ended with us,

and... I didn't
want to be alone

with him because I was afraid he
was either gonna be angry at me

or ask me out.

Like on a date?

Yeah... because...

yeah, we slept together.

-Mm-hmm.
-That's what the amends was about.

I was at a low point, and
I cried on his shoulder.

Or his pillow or...

Don't be mad.

I'm not mad. We're
grown-ass women.

We're gonna have body counts.

All right? Trust me. I'm
completely cool with it.

The thing is, though,

I think that he might
still be interested in you.

-Actually, he's not.
-Hmm.

He is happy and wants to
invite us over for dinner.

Mm-hmm...

Okay, spill it. What?

Did you see how he
kept smoothing his tie?

Kinda like this?

Yeah, I actually
did notice that.

I just thought he
might be nervous.

Look, I'm just saying,
after we catch this unsub,

you and I and he should
have a little talk.

Should I be worried?

No. No. He should.

So, since your arrest, your
network has been real quiet.

Like, crickets. And
then, two months ago,

all this comes out
of the woodwork.

When I shut the network down,
there were zero contingencies.

-Uh, if I knew something, I would tell you.
-These three

were on your network but
didn't get a kill kit.

-How come?
-There's no one reason.

Bullshit.

It's for the same reason you
didn't want me to have one.

Because you knew that
being handed a kill kit

meant your days were numbered.

It was just a matter of time

before law
enforcement caught up.

So maybe, in that

supposedly cold-blooded
reptilian heart of yours,

you weren't ready
to say goodbye.

-Okay.
-Let's go down the line.

Ronald Graber and me.

You killed his
parents and my sister.

Franklin Fowler killed
his family and made it

look like an accident
when he was ten years old.

Which is the exact age

you were when you
killed your parents.

Clyde Smets was locked
in a cage as a kid.

W-Wait, wait, my-my
uncle used to lock me

in a closet for days at a time.

Everyone you kept
in your outer ring

was someone you had a
personal connection with.

So what is it, Elias?
What is it about

this guy who's
burying people alive?

I-I don't... Maybe it's
something else in his M.O.

We do think that they were
going through a messy divorce.

Is that something you and
Sydney ever considered?

Yeah, we contacted
a divorce attorney.

Things were getting bad,

and she had to go back
to work as a Realtor.

When the pandemic hit, we
burned through our savings.

When? When was this?

July 2020.

That's when you
started your network.

Yeah.

I needed an outlet 'cause I
was worried that I might...

...hurt my family.

Go ahead, Penelope.

We have the court records up.
What do you got on your end?

I need some guidance.

I'm going through
chat logs between Voit

and network people on
or around July of 2020.

I'm searching for all things
divorce. I am getting bupkes.

Try "wife."

Hmm. That's better. I got ten.

Okay, now

search within those
conversations "kill."

Uh... still ten.

Uh, killing your
wife is apparently

a popular topic of discussion.

And Voit would tell them

not to do it because they
would be suspect number one.

Yeah, if they didn't
talk about burying alive,

what about, uh,
making sure the body

was never found?

"No body, no crime"

is how Voit would

tell his unsub to
avoid suspicion.

Okay, that's better.

We've got six now, but
"no body, no crime"

is a popular refrain
in Voit's world.

Alimony.

Money talks, lady.

I think I got him.

Garcia found chat logs between
Voit and one of his followers.

He rants about having to pay
alimony to his wife Lainey.

Any divorce records that
match the name and timeline?

A handful, but only
one was scorched Earth.

Lainey Torres v. Kyle Mackey.

Lainey got custody
of their daughter Ava

and recently reduced Kyle's
visitation to once a month.

Claire Thatcher had
a custody battle.

Burying her must have
been a dress rehearsal

for what he wants
to do to Lainey.

That's our guess,
and right now

he's the closest
match to our profile.

-He's in Warrenton, Virginia.
-If this is him,

he's got a signal to a coffin
somewhere in the forest

that he can blow
anytime he wants.

I'll get a search warrant
for all IP addresses

in and out of that house.

What the hell?

What the hell are
you doing, Kyle?

Untie me.

Now!

What, are you gonna kill me?

Everyone knows if
I die, you did it.

What, are you gonna
run off? Hide forever?

You remember when you said

you were gonna bury
me in the divorce?

That was three years ago.

Well...

you did it.

You took everything from me.

I want you to call
your daughter.

Hmm?

-Call her!
-Okay.

Mom?

Ava?

Mom, you got to help me.

I'm gonna help you,
honey. I'm gonna help you.

What did you do to her?

It's Dad. He brought
me to the woods.

Where is she?

Mom, help!

No...

-Mom?
-Ava.

-Ava.
-Mom, help, please!

Lainey Torres's mother said
she never came home from work.

Kyle must have her already.

Claire Thatcher was found in
a wooded area about five miles

from where Kyle lives.

That's likely the range
of his remote detonator,

so he'll have to bury
her somewhere nearby.

-Go, Garcia.
-Okay, I'm poking around

Kyle's network routers,

and there's an IoT signal
coming from his house.

That's got to be the
remote detonator.

That is not all.

There's an HTTP stream

that's going to the
exact same server.

I am sending this to
the Round Table now.

-Oh, God.
-He buried his own daughter.

Garcia, are you able
to cut the signal

-and stop him from detonating?
-I'm working on it.

I'm working on it. I
do have a location.

I'm sending that
to you right now.

Help! Please!

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The SOAR chip.

Son of a bees' nest.

Sorry, Francesca.

I will try to make this
as painless as possible.

Let's do it. Let's take...

Oh, Francha.

Look! Look at what you
made me do, Lainey!

This is your fault.

-Hello?
-Please, Kyle.

-Is anyone there?
-Don't.

Or what? What are
you gonna do, huh?

You gonna call the cops?

Run to your mom's?
Take Ava away from me?

Break up our family?!

I won't do any of that,
I promise I won't.

You begging me, Lainey?

Can anyone hear me?

It sounds like you are.

Maybe you want to get
on your knees and do it?

Please, Kyle, I'm sorry.

Just let her go.

What do you got?

-Here.
-Yeah?

Here!

All right, let's go.

Just let her go.

Can anybody hear me? Mom?

Kyle Mackey. FBI.

Put the knife down.

I press this, she dies.

All right, come on.

Let's take a breath
here, all right?

Let's think this through.

Oh, I've thought it through.

I've waited for this.

Luke?

We've got Ava's location.
We're digging her up now.

Garcia?

Yeah, boss, I'm working on it.

Here.

She made me do this.

Don't you understand that?

Kyle, we know about the network.

We know you got pointers.

Come on! Let's go!

We know the price you'll
pay is your own life.

Nobody needs that to happen.

-Oh, I do.
-Mom!

It's decrypting now.

I want her to watch
what she's done.

And I want her to live with it.

We got to be getting
close! Let's go!

Can anybody hear me? Mom?

Come on, come on, come on.

Yes, that's it!

-You hit it! Get it open!
-All right, let's go.

Mom?

Help, please.

No!

Come on, get it open.

-Yeah. You're safe, okay?
-All right. Okay.

Hey, you're safe.

Status?

Ava's safe.

We got her.

It's over, Kyle.

Drop the weapon.

Drop it now.

It's okay.

I'm gonna help you.

This isn't over.

We have your daughter.

She's safe.

Thank you.

Mom!

I got so scared.

I'm so sorry.

Ah, you got to love
working on a Marine base.

The commissary here is amazing.

Ms. Helen makes all these
desserts from scratch.

Today's masterpiece...

Look at that latticework.

Oh, apple pie.

How American is that, right?

It looks delicious.

It really is. I got
that for you, too.

Thanks.

Uh, so what's up?
Any news on Graber?

Uh, no, but...

Okay, please don't get weird.

Tara wanted to
ask you something.

Uh... yeah.

Um...

Have you ever heard
of peacocking, Evan?

Are you kidding?

You know, in just about
every men's magazine

since I was in college, yeah.

You can't blame a guy

for wanting to make a great
first impression, right?

No, no, absolutely.
Of course not.

It's just that, um...

I mean, you know, you
don't need to do that.

Right? 'Cause Rebecca's
known you forever.

So there is no first
impression at this point.

O-Okay. Um...

Wha-What am I missing here?

Oh, it...

I-I just... I think you
are consciously peacocking

and that you're trying
to reignite the flame

between you and Rebecca, and...

you know, it's-it's
not gonna happen.

Uh-huh.

No, I-I...

apologize if that's the
way that I came off.

You know, I'm just trying
to save you the heartbreak.

Sure, sure.

You know, I-I guess...

I should have been more
clear from the jump.

Um, the reason that I
asked you two to dinner

was to, um... introduce
you to my fiancée.

Uh, name's Michelle.

Okay. You're engaged.

Yeah, I-I met her the
first week I got to D.C.

Uh, she was on a different floor

but in the same
building, and, well...

She's incredible.

I-I really think you're
gonna like her, Becca.

Oh, oh, that's-that's...

Oh, I'm so excited for you.

-That's sweet. There's a...
-Oh, my gosh.

-...there's a puppy.
-A puppy.

Yeah, that's Oscar.

-Oscar. Ooh. My goodness.
-Very cute.

-The whole package. Wow.
-Very cute.

Um, I'll, uh...

I'll... Yeah, I'll-I'll
carry the pie.

I got it.

-You buried the lede, dum-dum.
-Yeah.

Well, you didn't even
exactly give me a chance.

I mean, y-you
basically kicked me out

as soon as I said
hello yesterday.

That is not true.

It's very true.

Listen, Evan...

Yeah, I'm sorry.

That... That was
way out of line.

It was all good, I'm just glad

she ended up with
somebody so protective.

You deserve the best.

-Thanks.
-So, throw out some days,

and, uh, we'll get
our schedules sorted.

I'll call Michelle now.

-Yeah.
-Great.

-See you soon.
-See you soon. Bye.

Oh...

"Peacocking"? Really?

I can't believe it.

That you were so off about him?

I just... I'm usually much
more accurate than that.

Oh, think about it.

You know, I've known
him a long time,

but he doesn't know you.

He was probably
just being guarded.

That's bound to, you know,

throw off your
profiling antenna.

Yeah, you're right.

Presentational behavior
in an unfamiliar situation

is something everybody does.

-So...
-Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna chalk it up to that.

Yeah.

All right. Um, will
I see you at home?

Quick trip to the ninth
floor, and then yes.

And, um...

you getting in Evan's face

-was the sexiest thing you've ever done.
-Huh.

No one's ever fought
for me like that.

Well, you know...

got some pointers from all the
GQ magazines I've been reading.

Uh-huh, was wondering
what those were doing

lying around the
house, okay, got it.

-See you at home.
-Yeah.

You said this isn't over.

What did you mean by that?

-Come on, Kyle...
-Another one of Voit's minions in bracelets.

Let's hope he's as
talkative as the last one.

All we want to
know is who's next.

What?

Who's the next one on the
network to be activated?

Next one?

Whoever said it was just one?

We're on lockdown!

-What is it?
-I don't know.

Something about a package.