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Previously on Criminal
Minds: Evolution...

Sophisticated.

You see that? Another Haeberlin.

We thought these cases were connected.

Now we have our smoking gun.

The unsub gathered followers
that he's now activating.

This is a network. Whatever
city Sicarius finds himself,

Second Street is his
preferred hunting ground.

Did you come here to kill me?

I already killed you an hour ago.

I just came here to
watch an old man die.

I always knew it.

Family's what gets you killed.

Our vice is in our blood.

- You are?
- You know who I am.

You killed my sister.

Alison.

Your subconscious is
fighting urges to kill,

which is why I'm distracting you.

You talking to me is how you cope.

You think, if I walk
you through everything,

you'll be able to stop someone else?

You're a living resource, Elias.

For the sake of others,

I can't just let you sit in
here and not tell your story.

The families of some of your
victims have reached out,

and they want to meet you.

It was part of your training.

- What?
- Your training.

- By this government agency.
- Where did you hear that?

It's in the podcast.

Welcome to The Sicarius Files.

May I call you Elias?

Oh.

Look at me, Brian. It's
sad how pathetic I am,

but you know what's even more pathetic?

Someone who makes a show about it

and anyone who listens to it.

So true.

Mmm. This carbonara is to die for.

I know, right?

Where's this place again?

It just opened up on Second Street,

around the corner from my office.

Mama, look!

It's for Auntie Ryleigh.

Oh! Thank you, sweetie.

It's almost time for bed now.

Do you need help brushing your teeth?

- No.
- Okay.

She gets it from her mama.

I hate to break it to you, big sis, but

everybody thinks they got good
taste and a sense of humor,

but they couldn't possibly
all have good taste.

Very funny. I know that movie, too.

Is that why you haven't uttered one word

about what I've done to the kitchen?

The new backsplash?

Kali.

- What?
- Those colors.

What were you thinking?

Those colors announce themselves.

Yeah, they scream, "I got bad taste."

Oh.

Is everything okay?

It's just my mom. She fell.

Again.

Was your dad home?

No, but the neighbor was able
to get her to the hospital.

I know. You need to be there.

I'm sorry, babe.

No, I'm sorry. It's getting
out of hand. I don't...

There's nothing to be sorry about.

I'll call you as soon as I can, okay?

- Mm.
- Okay.

- I love you.
- I love you more.

Look.

If there's anything you or Avery need

while he's gone,

do not hesitate to
reach out to me or Jesse.

I appreciate that.

Especially...

if you want Jesse to
replace that backsplash.

Girl.

_

- Ms. Wilson?
- Yes.

Emory Joy. D.A. Durham County.

Can't tell you how much I
appreciate you taking the time.

Oh, not a problem.

And you're not the first jurisdiction

to make the request.

Uh, you get my email with the case file?

Yes, um, Kaliyah Burke
and her daughter Avery

- reported missing.
- Four years ago. Presumed dead.

Back when most of this
area was under water,

and nobody would've ever
anticipated a drought.

- That's her car?
- It is.

And her four-year-old daughter
Avery was stuffed in the trunk.

You all right?

Did you find Kaliyah Burke's body?

No.

This is all so...
heartbreaking, um, but...

I'm sorry, D.A. Joy,
what makes you think

this has anything to do
with the Sicarius killer?

We conducted a search
of the immediate area

and uncovered this.

- A Haeberlin case.
- An empty kill kit?

Same as the ones used by the
Sicarius killer, am I right?

Yes, but you know as well as I do

Elias Voit confessed to
the murders of 63 people.

Kaliyah Burke and her
daughter were not among them.

So why keep that to himself?

I don't know.

That's what we need to ask him.

Luke,

- you are a lifesaver.
- I'm just glad

I didn't have to rescue you from that

river of water that was
coming from your busted pipe.

Three. Three inspections,

and nobody notices that
it's about to burst?

Everything hangs on
just until escrow closes.

Yup. And, uh, between the move

and Henry applying to colleges,

I don't know how many more disruptions

he and Michael can take.

I don't think I've seen
them smile in weeks.

How long are you out for?

Uh, contractor said two,

maybe three weeks.

Ha.

Oh. I don't think...

the boys and I can impose
on Penelope that long.

Oh, my gosh. Hello.

Hello, hello.

Ah, you are here, JJ,
and you are here, Luke,

earlier than I thought you'd be here.

Oh, that's my bad.

I just... I-I just thought

that I should get settled
sooner rather than later.

That makes so much sense.

This is most awkward. The thing is...

No. You know what? Uh, I'm
the one that said 10:00,

- and I just, blah.
- Penelope, do you have a guest?

- I had a great time.
- Yeah, me too.

I'll, um... I'll call you later?

Uh-huh. Yeah. Great. Bye.

- Nice.
- Now.

Huh.

Okay, look, I know I'm the
one that barged in on you,

but, uh, I'm a little disappointed

you didn't tell me you
had a new boyfriend.

Oh, he's not my boyfriend.

No. No, that's, uh, Mr. Wednesday?

- Yeah.
- Mr. Wednesday,

as in there's other days of the week?

Oh, no.

Saturday, and that's it.

Oh.

Wait, and you... you knew about this?

No, I didn't know he was
gonna merge into Thursday. I...

How was any of us to know that, really?

No, JJ, I wasn't trying
to keep a secret from you.

And I know it's been over
a year, but it just didn't

seem appropriate for me to be, you know,

spewing about my salacious

paramour encounters to a...

Ah. A widow.

No. I-I get that.

But, hey, starting right now,

I am gonna be giving you the deep cuts

about my romantic encounters.

'Cause we are roommates.
So, strap in, get ready.

I'm a little scared, but, uh...

uh, honestly, though, thank
you for letting us stay.

It is my honor and my
pleasure to host you all.

I have... The boys' guest room

is ready, and my gigantic bed,

which is perfect for
platonic overnights, too.

- I'm gonna change the sheets.
- Well, are you sure?

'Cause I did bring my
sleeping bag out of retirement.

Oh, no. You can save that
for the weekend camping trip

you're gonna have with your kids.

Oh, uh, well, you know,
given the circumstances,

that has been put on hold indefinitely.

- Oh.
- I'm gonna...

Yeah.

- Hey.
- What are you thinking?

That the Jareau family
needs a pick-me-up.

And I have an idea if you're with me.

Yeah.

Attaboy.

After your Uncle Cyrus

was granted legal custody,

after your parents passed away...

You mean after I killed them?

After you killed them.

How long was it before Cyrus

starting taking you along with him?

Help me!

Not long. Maybe a month.

Didn't take him long to break me,

and then I was his son.

His servant.

Did he use you to lure his victims?

No, at first, he just wanted me

to help him get rid of the bodies.

You know where we are?

No.

What'd you see on our way out here?

Nothing.

Exactly.

No road signs, no mile markers.

That's why I picked this place.

- Were they all in Durham County?
- Yeah.

He thought the sheriffs
there were lazy and stupid.

Do you remember how many victims?

Fifteen.

Maybe 20.

- All buried?
- Mostly. I mean, we put

some in the river,

a couple in the lake.

Would you be able to help
us locate the remains?

Well, between the lye and the elements,

Cyrus made pretty sure
that they'd never be found.

If you don't mind me asking...

since a lot of this
stuff is already part

of the court record... why
conduct these interviews?

- You sound a little frustrated.
- It's not a waste of time?

I mean...

it's pretty much our
whole raison d'être.

Right? Analyzing behavior.

- Right.
- Yeah.

- And we have his profile.
- We do.

We have his profile, but we do not know

how that profile evolved.

That's why we sat down with DeSalvo

and Kemper and Bundy.

And that's why we're
sitting down with Voit,

so that we can learn how
Lee Duval became Elias Voit

became Sicarius.

All right.

So, do you think it's possible
that one day we might be able

to discern some hidden pattern
shared by all serial killers?

Aye, there's the rub.

While it's my hope to discover one day

the, uh, unified field
theory of psychos,

it might be a false hope.

There are always the
ones that stand out.

Like Voit. Maybe they are unique.

Their own sick snowflakes.

Shouldn't we borrow one from yours?

Okay, good.

Unit Chief Prentiss,
I'd like to introduce you

to Durham County District
Attorney Emory Joy.

- It's nice to meet you.
- Same.

I have reviewed the NCBI report.

Have the forensics come back
yet on the Haeberlin case?

Our lab is still processing.

Was any additional DNA
recovered from Kaliyah's car

- or Avery's body?
- No.

So, you have no physical evidence

that ties Elias Voit to this case?

I have evidence that begs
questions that only Voit can answer.

I think, together,

we may be able to get
a confession out of him.

But if Voit really did murder
this mother and daughter,

why hasn't he told us already?

I mean, what is it about this
crime that would make him refuse

to take responsibility?

Well, if I'm being generous of spirit

about this so-called reformed Voit

that I keep hearing about,

probably because of
the shame he now feels

for taking the life of a child.

Children don't fit his victimology.

True, but regardless,

based on my professional experience,

I'd say Voit is trying to ensure

that he's always one step
ahead of the death penalty.

He was formally sentenced to life.

He was.

But I speak for the
state of North Carolina,

who'd like Voit himself to pay

the ultimate price for his crimes.

So, you think, by
withholding the precise number

of his body count,

- Voit keeps an ace in the hole.
- It's sure hard

to put him to death if it
means we might be overlooking

even one missing victim.

That compromise is hard
for families to accept,

and it's tough to find
the words to tell them.

Wait a minute.

You're analyzing this cell.

Every guard, every door,

every vulnerability.

- I'm never gonna get it.
- Oh, don't say that.

Everybody's got to
start somewhere, okay?

Just got to practice.

Just clear your mind.

Yeah!

Hey, thattagirl.

You're planning

on your chance

to escape.

Lots of fan mail today.

Eleven seconds.

Every damn time.

That is a model of consistency.

Prison guards are paycheck players.

Every day they check in, check out.

They get trapped in their own routine.

Oh, maybe you put a few
of them out of their misery

when you get the hell out of here.

I'm not going anywhere.

Not yet.

Where would I go?

First things first.

I told you, this is where I belong.

Another family member
wants to come talk to me.

Of course.

They all say they want closure.

They want to make sense
of a senseless act.

Your kid dies drowning,

you can't ask the water,

"What the hell were you thinking?"

No, it's not about closure,
it's about guilt and suffering.

It's about penance.
It's the same reason why

I'm putting myself through this.

Don't flatter yourself.

For you, it's about reminiscence.

Your presence is being requested.

I understand why D.A. Joy is here,

but he's gonna be disappointed.

I agree. Voit's told us everything.

I mean, I've been talking
to the guy for weeks.

He's been an open book.

But what about the Haeberlin case?

We never could
independently verify how many

Voit buried for himself.

And he was very deliberate
about who gave a kill kit to.

Elias, this is the district
attorney of Durham County.

Joy.

Emory Joy.

You do your homework.

No, it's your face.

- It's familiar. I saw it when you were a deputy.
- Is that right?

Back when you and your uncle were out

- burying bodies?
- Yes, that's right.

It sounds to me like D.A.
Joy has a bit of a history

with the Sicarius saga.

So, Voit knows this is personal.

You think Voit knows
the difference between

state and federal jurisdiction?

You mean, does he realize that
he's about to open himself up

to a capital crime in North Carolina

where they want him killed?

Of course he does.

What is it you think I've done?

Kaliyah Burke.

Wife, mother.

Worked as a stock analyst

in Friars Town.

Her office was located
downtown on Second Street.

You'd know it.

You think he's fucking with Joy?

He's fucking with all of us.

- The question is why.
- On November

5, 2022, an intruder

was able to make entry
into Kaliyah's home

by remotely deactivating
her alarm system.

A struggle ensued.

After that, all we know is that Kaliyah

and her daughter Avery were
abducted in her own car.

It took 24 hours before anyone knew

they were gone. For four years,

we were running in
circles. We had nothing.

Until yesterday, when Kaliyah's
car was found in Yasper Creek.

Wha... S... You sure about that?

'Cause Yasper is basically marshland.

Well, not anymore, Elias.

Inside the trunk

was the body of Avery Burke,

still wearing the pajamas
from the night she was taken.

The coroner said her neck was broken.

And 50 yards away, deputies found

an empty Haeberlin case.

You didn't need Avery, so...

you put her out of her misery quick.

But Kaliyah, I'm... You
took some time, I bet.

And you did God knows what to her.

Wow.

You missed an essential
part of my M.O., D.A.

No body, no crime.

That's why I left all my victims

- in buried shipping containers.
- One of which

had been found in Yakima,
Washington, early in 2022.

The other one you blew up.

Right before you killed your uncle.

So, no more room at the inn.

Hmm.

You poisoned Cyrus. Cops
were nipping at your heels.

You needed to get home
to your family in Seattle.

And yet still, you-you got that vice.

It's in your blood.

Which means when you were
done, you had to improvise,

and if not for climate
change, you'd have had

"no body, no crime".

Voit seems awfully engrossed

in those crime scene photos.

It's not like Voit to drag this out.

I know.

I hear you turned over a new leaf.

Where is she?

Elias, do you know something?

I'll show you where she is.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

If you want her body,

I need to take you there myself.

- Sorry we're late.
- Missed the fireworks.

- Show's not over.
- Emily,

per your command, here is the whole

sad history of...

Kaliyah and Avery Burke.

So, NCBI never had Voit or his network

on their radar until now,

and at the start of this investigation,

this was looking like a repeat
of the Laci Peterson case.

Right. 2002,

Modesto, California, woman murdered...

- Pregnant woman murdered.
- ... by her philandering husband.

And so, naturally, here, all eyes

turned to Kaliyah's
philandering husband.

Yeah, that would be Tristan Burke.

He told his wife and his sister-in-law

that his mother had fallen
and she was in the hospital.

Really, that was an excuse,
because he was gonna go canoodle

with one of his paramours.

Given the circumstances, I mean, Tristan

could still be good for it.

Yeah, we can't discount the kill kit.

I'm totally with you there.

We also need to get access

to Tristan's digital
communications to see

if he was ever in contact with Voit.

Wait, w... Hold on a
second. I-I'll give you

the Haeberlin case is suspicious,

but we know Voit and this isn't him.

- Because of victimology?
- The whole thing.

It's too intimate.

- Intimate?
- Kaliyah and Avery's murders

are crimes of passion, not psychopathy.

Then, why is Voit

choosing to insinuate himself in it?

I'll put my money down

on he's looking for a chance to escape.

Come on, that'll never happen.

With all due respect
to the local police,

Voit might see a soft spot.

This does put him temporarily

but totally into D.A. Joy's custody.

Dave, JJ, Tyler, we need to
make sure Voit doesn't stray

while he's on his little field trip.

Tara, Luke, bring in Tristan
Burke for questioning,

work up a profile on him.

Penelope, we need another deep dive

into Voit's communications.

Could we have missed something?

Absolutely we could not have...

and, okay, you got it.

One thing's for sure.

It'll be good to get some fresh air.

Fuck you.

Better to let sleeping dogs lie.

I don't have a choice.

There are always choices.

Just leave me alone.

I'm just getting coffee.

Though, I got to say,

you did have me thinking

that just maybe...

Ah, but we both know you're just
yanking everybody's chain here.

I'm not.

Kaliyah and her family, they...

they deserve justice.

Oh, he's coming.

- There he is.
- Excuse me, Mr. Voit.

Voit. Are there more victims?

Did you kill Kaliyah?

You-you!

You killed my daughter, goddamn you!

Aah! No. Aah!

- No! Give him to me!
- What'd you do with the body?

Give him to me!

I'll show you what justice looks like!

Sir. Sir, sir, sir.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right. It's gonna be all right.

He took my baby girl.

I know.

I know, I know.

Are you gonna demand the death penalty?

I don't know what I was thinking.

Like I'm gonna get to
this guy being guarded

- by half the damn state?
- Your emotions

- are understandable.
- Well, I-I'm just...

so confused, is all.

Now, up until yesterday,

everybody was saying
Kaliyah's husband did it.

And then they found Kaliyah's
car and they found...

They found little Avery.

Now they're telling
everybody that this-this...

Si-Sicarius killer is responsible?

I get it.

It's hard to process.

Well, you know, if
I'm being honest, I...

I never even wanted to
admit she had been murdered.

No, no, sir.

I wanted them to keep calling
it a missing persons case

or, like, a kidnapping, 'cause...

that meant there was hope.

Hope that...

she and my grandbaby would come home.

Alive.

How is your family holding up?

Now...

it's like a godsend

that my wife... she
passed away from COVID.

But my daughter Ryleigh...

Well, she ain't been the
same since Kaliyah went away.

See, she-she said she knew

that Tristan had been stepping out,

and she didn't say nothing.

Figured it wasn't her business.

When they couldn't put him away

for the murders,

all she could do was just make sure

he didn't get anything

that was rightfully
our family's property.

Do you think Ryleigh would
be willing to talk to us?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yes, sir.

She-she'll help any way she can.

Just seems like every time

she's ready to take a step forward...

without her sister...

something like this just...

pulls her right back into the pain.

Mr. Burke. We really appreciate

you volunteering to
come and speak with us.

I'm SSA Tara Lewis.

SSA Luke Alvez.

Have a seat.

Well, you know, this whole
experience has been, uh...

incredibly surreal, right?

I mean, four years,
they tried to lock me up

for, uh, killing my daughter and wife.

The fact you actually
dug up the truth, I mean,

- it's a good thing.
- Actually,

you can thank D.A. Joy.

D.A. Joy?

Yeah.

Yeah, I-I don't think so.

I mean, the man's had a
hard-on for me since day one.

I mean, put GPS monitors on my car,

put a wire on my ex-girlfriend.

I mean, seriously trying to set me up.

I was hoping you brought me
here because you're investigating

this motherfucker's misconduct.

You can appreciate

why you were considered a suspect.

Right? I mean, the night that

Kaliyah and Avery
disappeared, you were...

Look, what do you want me to say?

I was a shitty husband?

Okay.

I lied about fucking around, all right?

Guilty.

That doesn't make me a goddamn killer.

So, what are we actually doing here?

Your wife and daughter
were reported missing

by Kaliyah's sister Ryleigh.

And then it took over a week

for you to interview with the police.

When-when you finally
did, you suggested

- that your wife
- No, we're not doing this.

took your daughter and left you.

We're not doing this. Come on.

Right, and then it
took another seven days

before you allowed a
search of your home.

Yeah, where they found
traces of blood in my kitchen.

So, what, I'm a fucking
killer and a moron?

- That's not what we're saying.
- Yeah, well, I'm saying I'm done here.

How about that?

You know, all you cops
are the fucking same.

You got your guy,
a goddamn serial killer,

and here you are, still...

still trying to lock me up in a cage.

All right.

Want to make sure you got a clear shot?

Yeah, don't tempt me.

- Now, come on, let's go.
- Take me to her. - Just-just...

give me a second.

It'd be some trick to escape now.

Yeah, but it might not be about that.

Voit. Where is she?

Not far.

Voit!

Voit!

Stop!

Hey! We will shoot you.

The fuck you trying to pull?

Dig there.

Dig. Right here.

My wife will be right with you.

Sorry for the intrusion.

Eh.

You, uh, got a job to do, right?

Uh, didn't there used to be a bookshelf

in that wall over there?

Yeah. Yeah, how'd you know?

Evidence photos?

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

It's no problem at all.

It makes sense why the FBI is here,

but I have to say,

I'm a little surprised
it's taken this long.

Usually, we need to be
invited in, but at this point,

we're following up because the suspect

Elias Voit has victims
across the country.

Hmm. Uh, Voit?

He's the, uh, Sicarius killer?

- He is.
- Did he kill

my sister and her baby?

That's what we're here to find out.

Open 'em.

It's Kaliyah.

Voit knew exactly where to find her.

Hot off the presses, those remains

Voit led you to are,
in fact, Kaliyah Burke's.

However, Voit's DNA isn't on her body

or on those storage totes.

- That's not a big surprise.
- Oh, you want one of those.

Well, guess whose DNA was
slathered all over those bins?

Tristan Burke's.

So, Tristan has to be some sort of

outer circle Sicarius network wannabe

- that we somehow overlooked.
- Calm down, Sheila.

That "somehow" would be
moi and I overlook zilch.

I ran digital traces till
the cyber cows came home,

I cross-referenced that with
the digital message system

that Voit surrendered to us.

At no place, no time, no point,

did Tristan reach contact Voit

- or vice-a the versa.
- I don't understand.

If they weren't talking,
how did he know exactly

- where to find that body?
- I'll tell you

exactly how he found that body,

and it has nothing to do with
him being a party to murder.

He played the same profiling game

I used to play with my
old partner Jason Gideon.

"I'm the Unsub."

You think he inferred his own profile

and imagined himself as the assailant.

He didn't have to infer anything.

It came to him instinctively
because he's a serial killer.

Right, for him, it's
like the way a musician

can easily pick up and play along

with an unfamiliar chord progression.

Plus, he knows the burial
site like the back of his hand.

I mean, given the soil,
there's only one logical place

he could have buried the body.

That's one hell of a magic trick.

It sure as hell

- ain't magic.
- But...

Voit is playing a trick.

He didn't want the chance to escape

so much as he wanted
to use this cold case

so he could be convicted in a
state court and sentenced to death.

We got back

our lab report on the Haeberlin case,

and they're saying that
case was manufactured

- in 2023.
- That's after Voit

- was in custody.
- Yeah, it doesn't make any sense to me.

It does if you're trying to frame Voit.

Frame him? He-he found the damn body.

Oh, JJ's right.

And by Voit trying to take
advantage of this cold case,

he's gonna make it a
whole hell of a lot harder

to convict the actual killer.

W-Wait. M-Maybe this was always

part of Voit's plan with Tristan Burke.

Uh, it may be part of
somebody's plan. Garcia,

- has Tristan been picked up?
- Uh, yeah.

The marshals just did and he's

on his way to you as we speak.

Okay. We'll get back to you.

We're standing by.

We need to get Voit to face the
fact that if he doesn't come clean,

the real killer gets away with this.

- Let me talk to him.
- No, JJ, let me?

Hell of a performance today.

Why are you here?

I know you want the
state of North Carolina

to find you guilty and put you to death.

And I-I swear, I wish
they were gonna do it.

But the problem is that
means the person or persons

who are actually responsible

for killing Kaliyah and Avery Burke

will escape justice.

Yeah, Tyler, you don't know shit.

Be serious. Your team figured this out.

If it were up to you and D.A. Joy,

the report on the Haeberlin
case would be buried

and Tristan Burke and Elias Voit

would be on trial for
capital murder conspiracy.

Hey, you need to tell the locals
exactly what's going on here.

You do realize that if I hadn't
agreed to indulge all this,

then Kaliyah's body would
never have been found, right?

And nobody

ever would have paid
for her death, so...

- better Sicarius than nobody.
- You can change that.

Yeah, and you can do your job.

You can try reading the case file,

because everything you need to
figure this out is right there.

But if you can't do that...

if you can't figure it out...

then Sicarius will die for your sins.

I swear to God...

as soon as this shit is
over, I'm suing the fuck

out of lame-ass Joy
and you F-B-fucking-I's.

You watch.

- All right.
- Yeah, well, get in line.

This shit is funny to you?

Listen to me.

If you hadn't been fucking around

and lying to the cops, we
wouldn't even be here right now.

Your goddamn DNA

is all over those bins
along with Kaliyah's body.

Yeah, okay, because they're mine.

So what?

I used them to move all my shit

into K's house when we got married.

- They been in the basement.
- So what?

So the killer stole them
along with Kaliyah and Avery?

I don't know. It seems that way, right?

Tell me something, Tristan.

What?

Why did you get married?

'Cause Kaliyah got pregnant.

And to be honest,

I told her I would
pay to take care of it,

but she wasn't hearing any of that.

Of course.

And then my mom found out.

So I had to do right.

You don't even know how many times

I actually prayed to be free.

And so your prayers were answered.

No.

Look, I know I'm not a good guy...

but I swear to God...

I'm not a bad guy, either.

Honestly?

I'm not sure what the
hell I'm looking at here.

Assuming what you said before...

that this is a crime of
passion, not psychopathy...

then that motive still
lands hard on Tristan.

Because that's what the real killer

was banking on from the start.

So, let's think harder
about this disposal site.

It's remote, which
means whoever chose it

had to have had a lot
of experience there.

- Years.
- That's not Tristan.

He only moved here
when he married Kaliyah.

He's also not the nature type.

So, if "crime of passion",
then "real killer"

must be someone with an intimate
knowledge of Yasper Creek,

and presumably as close
to Kaliyah, emotionally,

as her own husband.

It's-it's got to be a family member.

No way.

Come on, we've seen how much

the loss of Kaliyah and her daughter

has wrecked her surviving family.

I know. But we need

to have Garcia look
into their backgrounds.

Hello, Mr. Faust. We're sorry
to trouble you at this hour.

Uh, no, no. Please, come on in.

Ryleigh's right down there.

D.A. Joy just called.

We're very sorry.

Well, at least she's coming home.

How may we help you?

We need to speak to Jesse.

Me?

W-What for?

- Maybe you want to come with us.
- Are you serious?

- What's going on?
- Nothing's going on.

Jesse.

You don't understand!

No. I don't.

Jesse Poole.

Age 37, born and raised
here in Friars Town.

Carpenter by trade,
but a longtime volunteer

for the forestry service.

Spent a lot of time around Yasper.

It's not what you think.

What do we think, Jesse?

I... I don't know.

Why'd you run?

I... I...

I'm allowed a lawyer.

Yes. Yes, you are.

We'll have you wait right here.

No. No.

Hey, what the actual fuck, huh?

You can't leave me
here with this psycho.

Can you hear me?

Hello?

- Hey!
- You think this'll work?

- Hey! What the fuck?
- Well,

it's not the craziest idea
Rossi's ever come up with.

I want my lawyer.
Get me a fucking lawyer!

D.A. Joy, I need to talk to you.

Mrs. Poole, we understand

- how confusing this...
- You can't possible think

my husband had anything to
do with my sister's murder.

We do.

Please.

My husband is a good man.

L-Look, Jesse just
couldn't hurt a soul.

Now, if-if you don't
think this Sicarius person

is guilty, then why don't
you take another look

- at Tristan Burke?
- Oh, we did.

Somebody tried to frame them both.

Not Jesse.

- Why?
- Yes, why?

That is the question.

With Jesse, right
now, we have two points

of the conviction triangle:
Opportunity and means.

But what's his motive?
What does he stand to gain

by a double homicide?

The truth is,

there are only two
fundamental motives for murder:

Passion or profit.

Sometimes they go hand
in hand, like here.

What? Are you gonna say Jesse
was rebuffed by my sister

and that he has plans to kill me, too?

Well, actually, your
husband has no motive.

He's been loyal to you to a fault.

Over the years, with the work we do,

we've seen how the thin line

between grief and guilt can often blur.

While it seems understandable
for a family member

to try to minimize the
reminders of the deceased,

the profile of a family member

in mourning

suggests it's far more common for them

to do just about everything

to preserve the memories

of their lost loved one.

This house meant so much to your sister.

She added a lot of her own
little touches, didn't she?

So, i-it's a bit curious to us

that the moment you
took possession of it,

you erased every trace of her.

From shelves in the, uh, living room

- to backsplash in the kitchen.
- How dare you?

Where-where you going with this?

Mr. Faust,

do you know the reason why your wife

left her grandparents' house to Kaliyah

and not to both your daughters?

Well-well, that was just some...

I-I mean, it-it doesn't mean anything.

"And in the event of Kaliyah's death,

the house would belong to Avery... "

Now you say what you want to say
or you better shut the fuck up.

Passion and profit, Ryleigh.

Your husband is in that
back room spilling his guts.

You tell us what he's got to say.

He helped you murder your own sister

and your precious little niece.

- No, no. No.
- You and Jesse

tried to frame Tristan.

And once you realized that lie

wasn't gonna hold... I'm guessing

you were the one who was listening

to a popular podcast...

you thought maybe a true
crime twist might save you.

That's why you planted
the Haeberlin case.

You goddamn... You dumb son of a bitch!

That's enough.

Ryleigh, tell 'em they're wrong.

- Tell 'em they're wrong.
- It's not fucking fair.

Kaliyah got everything she wanted.

- Ryleigh.
- Everything.

And I got the scraps.

And when Mom was dying,

I cleaned up her shit.

And...

in the end, still...

she picked Kaliyah...

over me.

Ryleigh. No...

Ryleigh.

No.

Thank you.

"Whatever is begun in anger

ends in shame."

Benjamin Franklin.

How you doing, kid?

Been better.

Want to talk about it?

Seems like all I'm doing is
talking about it, actually.

How's that?

Counseling.

You know, for years
after Alison was murdered,

I had this one, singular focus.

Find the man who killed her and end him.

And then...

my life took this crazy-ass turn.

And now I'm here, but I'm...

I'm at a loss.

- What makes you feel that?
- For starters,

even fucking Voit is a
better profiler than me.

No, I told you, the guy's a psycho.

- It comes naturally to him.
- I never would have profiled

Ryleigh and her husband as suspects.

- Never.
- Because your personal experience

with family is telling you
blood doesn't betray blood.

Obviously, it can and it does,

so all this means is you need more time

to set aside your personal bias.

I see.

I need to detach.

It'll take time. And more reps.

What if I can't hack it?

You will.

How can you be so sure?

Because I'm a great fucking profiler.

Keep 'em closed, keep 'em closed. Okay.

Not yet, not yet. Okay...
Okay, you can open your eyes.

- What do you think?
- Wow!

Ah! Bringing the outdoors

to the indoors. I mean...

This is pretty cool, right?

You guys, I don't know what to say.

Wha...

I don't know, it's kind of dumb.

Henry.

Kind of dumb?

No way. No.

It's not dumb. Okay?

I mean, we used to do
this when I was a kid,

and it's all about
using your imagination.

All right? We're gonna pretend
to sleep under the stars...

No, Henry, you're right.

It is, it's a little dumb.

We could've painted florescent
stars on the ceiling.

- That would have made sense.
- No.

It's all good.

It is all good and we're
gonna have a good time

because we are gonna make some s'mores.

We're gonna cook them
over the open stove here.

And it's gonna be
great. What do you say?

Sure. Why not?

That's what I'm talking about.

Let's go. "Dumb."

How dare you?

- Oh.
- Here.

- Dumb?
- Oh...

Not so dumb.

Oh, my.

Ooh. Is that Mr. Saturday?

Yes. Uh...

- Got his days wrong.
- Aw.

Oh, well, then, you should go.

Absolutely not.

- Sisters over misters.
- Aw.

Watch me... watch this.

Whoa. Yeah.

Seriously, though.

- Thank you for this.
- Mm.

Mm...

Do you have any idea how many pieces

of fan mail I get in
here every single day?

You know that comes with the territory.

- It's messed-up.
- Well...

you'll get no argument from me there.

So, I guess I got it
into my head that maybe...

if I got put down, these idiots

would realize that
I'm not a fucking hero.

That wouldn't have worked anyway.

No, it wouldn't, because parasites

like Brian Garrity would turn
my execution into martyrdom.

Yeah. That's right.

Yeah.

Still my fault.

All the-all the lives I've taken,

the network of killers
I put together, my...

trial, my confessions, it's all just...

evolved into...

social contagion.

And while you were away...

saved you a whole bunch of fan letters.

It's sad how pathetic I am,

but you know what's even more pathetic?

Someone who makes a show about it.

And anyone who listens to it.

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