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Previously on
Criminal Minds: Evolution...

I used your birth name
and you didn't even notice.

This is where Lee Duval died

and where Elias Voit was born.

Do you feel,
in your heart of hearts,

that you're a good person?

I feel like I can be.

I wouldn't trouble you

were it not
of the utmost importance.

PRENTISS:
What is it you think you have?

Dare I say a manifesto?

"Some may call me a Fan,

but he must call me God."

-VOIT: Hello, Brian.
-Whoa.

Special guest appearance?

Do not say one word
about him being here.

Hi. You're live on the air.

With whom do we have
the pleasure of speaking?

LANCE (over phone):
Call me God.

Are you trying to profile me?

I'm not speaking to you.

I'm speaking to Lance Kingston,

a man you're holding captive.

-Penelope, talk to me.
-GARCIA: Okay, I got him.

I got him. He's at
the Stash-All storage facility

in Richmond, Virginia.

It's a garage unit
being rented by Lance Kingston.

LANCE:
Is he there?

-Is who here?
-Voit.

-No.
-(screaming)

LANCE:
Tell him. He's gonna kill me!

-Yes! He's here.
-No!

Voit is here.
Elias Voit is here.

You can talk to him.

What just happened?

You just caused a man's death.

(siren wailing)

(tires screech)

We've got road blocks up
in a five- and ten-mile radius.

We might have a victim inside
and he might still be alive.

FBI! Open up!

Oh, Jesus. Is that...

It's flesh.

Burnt flesh.

(groans)

LEWIS:
He's been branded.

(groans)

ALVEZ:
The residual smoke

from the burn would only last
five to ten minutes.

Then the Fan couldn't
have gotten far. Let's go.

-You find a pulse?
-It's there.

It's weak and thready,
but it's there.

-(screaming)
-(gasping)

(wailing)

* *

LEWIS:
"Do not seek to follow

"in the footsteps of the wise;

seek what they sought."

Matsuo Basho.

(breathing deeply)

Lance Kingston is alive.

Oh!

Thank God!

Oh!

Oh. (breathing heavily)

Oh!

Sheila said this.

She said this-- right before
she left me, she said,

"You're gonna get
somebody hurt."

And then it came true.
She was right.

I don't know how it happened,
but she was right.

(shouts, muffled scream)

(muffled shouting)

I am done.

No more Sicarius Files,
no more conspiracies.

I am out for real.

-For real?
-Absolutely.

What happened to Lance
is gonna weigh on my heart

for the rest of my life.

Oh, I'm sorry to say this,

but I-I'm very happy
to hear that.

I'm kind of overleveraged
right now

because of the success
of the podcast.

I was okay before
the money or the perks.

I mean, I-I'll find a way
to be fine again.

Yeah.

(exhales sharply)

(sighs)

(laughs softly)

PRENTISS:
Wait.

Did you throw up in here?

I was literally sick with worry.

Emily, I'm so sorry.

Bill me for a new one.

Like, a fancy one.

GARCIA:
Is Brian Garrity

moonlighting as a janitor
for the FBI?

(exhales) No.

He is not moonlighting
as anything anymore.

Good, because we just got this.

Mm-hmm.

(Prentiss sighs)

Look at this.

-What's this?
-Crime scene report

from the storage locker
where we found Lance.

ROSSI:
Uh, well, it's pristine.

Is this post-forensics?

This is the forensics.

No fibers, no hair, no nothing.

And based on the Fan's OCD,
I doubt he left any trace.

Which means you probably
struck out, too, didn't you?

Yeah, I did.

The Fan paid
for the storage unit

in cash under Lance's name,

and the rental agreement
was typed up

on the same typewriter
we know so well.

Which he also used
when he escalated to this.

There are eight letters
in the word "pathetic,"

so the Fan put eight brands
on each of Lance's arms.

-Huh.
-What?

This is the most detailed M.O.
we've seen from the Fan.

Does he still strike you
as a, uh,

"hasn't killed yet" type unsub?

No, he doesn't.

So, why didn't he kill Lance?

NURSE:
Okay. Here you go.

Doesn't hurt.

Why doesn't it hurt?

Third-degree burns destroy
the nerves in your skin,

including your pain receptors.

LEWIS:
Lance, anything
you can remember

about what happened from
the moment you were abducted

will help us catch the person
who did this to you.

When I woke up,

I was facing a monitor.

He told me to read off it.

That's all he said.

Is this because of Laura?

What do you mean?

First time you questioned me,
it was because...

...because I was being
an asshole

to Laura after she dumped me.

Is this all revenge for that?

It's complicated.

We think that he may have
targeted you

so that we were distracted

investigating you
instead of him.

Maybe I was pathetic.

Maybe I still am.

But I don't deserve this.

No, you don't.

Anything you can remember...

-...you contact me.
-(phone vibrates)

And you can show him

how not pathetic you are
on the witness stand.

All right?

ALVEZ:
We got another case.

Doesn't stop.

Of course we do.
Where's this one?

Right in our backyard,
uh, two women

who made their living
showing their wares

on the Internet as camgirls
have been murdered.

Regina Madsen and Lexie Clery.

Both were super popular
streamers.

Did they stream
on the same site?

-No. Different platforms.
-JJ: Camgirls stream

from all over the world.

How did the unsub find two
in the same geographical area?

Well, if either girl
made a video that showed

outfacing windows or mentioned
their location even vaguely,

a good tracker
would be able to find them.

Uh, like how we found Laura Boyd

using that tree
in the background.

-Mm.
-Is it possible this is the Fan?

He uses Lance
to give us the message

he's not pathetic
and then leaves

the dead bodies
of two camgirls to prove it?

PRENTISS:
Well, don't jump
to conclusions yet.

We don't know if it's connected.
Garcia, continue.

Uh, correctamundo.
What we do know

is that last week,

Regina went live
to show her dead body.

And then, last night,
same deal with Lexie.

Wait. So, now,
i-is this real money?

GARCIA:
Mm-hmm. Green American dollars.

They both asphyxiated on it.

That's a hell
of a murder weapon.

GREEN:
Based on the width of the marks

on their bodies, it looks like
both women were restrained

with leather belts
around their torsos.

Easier for the unsub
to force-feed them.

-Can we source the leather?
-GARCIA: We could try,

if the unsub hadn't taken
the belts with him.

Wait a minute.
Lance Kingston said

he was restrained
by leather belts

and that the Fan took them
with him as well.

ALVEZ:
And Lexie was murdered the same
night Lance was branded,

less than ten miles away
from where we found him.

Now let's jump to conclusions.

GREEN:
There's the shared M.O.
of binding

the victims with belts.

You might see that,

but definitely not three times
in one week.

JJ:
Uh, displaying the bodies

of the camgirls on a live stream

speaks to a desire
to get out a message, but it...

it's also a type
of exhibitionism.

It is similar to the Fan

using Garrity's live podcast
to exhibit his power.

Okay,
what's the opposing argument?

Well, if both cases are the Fan,

then his M.O.'s
all over the place.

I mean, what,
money stuffed down the throat

could be him making a statement

about the camgirls'
perceived greed.

That's very different
from branding "pathetic."

Exactly. So, we have two murders
and one maiming.

Some of the details overlap,
some don't.

So, we are going to go
where the evidence takes us.

These are two different
perpetrators.

Dave, you and I will work
on the Fan.

The rest of you,
investigate the camgirls.

No matter what happens,
the clock is ticking,

so we need to move fast.

Penelope,
can you come with me, please?

Yeah.

I know I'm asking
the impossible,

but I need you on both cases.

-Can you do that?
-Absolutely.

That means prioritization,
triage and, when necessary,

you call an audible
and ask for help.

Uh, hi. I'm Penelope Garcia.

This is what I live for.

I mean, I know
that the gaggle of you

is the John, Paul and George
of crime fighting,

but I am the Ringo.

You know his birthday
is July 7th?

That means he's a Cancer
and I'm a Cancer Rising,

so we're the same person
and I've got this.

LEWIS:
All right. I have the footage of
Lexie and her boyfriend Rocco.

Let's run down the timeline.

Lexie and Rocco had just
finished a performance.

And the show was "hell
if the devil was a dominatrix"?

Yes. So, uh, looking at this,

they did the entire stream
from right here.

LEXIE (over video):
Bad boy.

*

-(electricity crackles)
-(muffled grunt)

* 'Cause I'm a fan *

* Never been again *

* Any game, never been *

* Hold on... *

(muffled grunting)

Lexie gives Rocco a final shock.

(muffled scream)

-Oh, red. Red.
-(laughs)

Rocco yells out the safe word
and they stop their performance.

-(panting)
-Here.

(exhales)

-Better?
-(sighs): Oh...

I'm good now.

Lexie and Rocco
always made it a point

to show their audience
their aftercare routine.

Our next show starts in an hour.

Get in the room early
and you might just get

a special shout-out from me.

Right? Everything's fine.

Uh, then Rocco leaves
the apartment at 10:00

to get them both some food.

-See you later.
-I'll see you in a bit.

(door opens)

LEWIS:
GPS on his phone has him

back here by 10:42.

All right, let's go.

All right.

This unsub must have been
stalking Lexie,

online and off.

He knew when her next show was,

but he also knew to wait
until she was alone.

Right, so the unsub
watches Rocco leave,

sneaks in here, Lexie must have
thought it was Rocco.

(creaking)

(Lexie chuckles)

Forget your wallet again?

What? Wh...

(screaming):
No! Get off of me!

(choking)

He restrains her...

(coughing, panting)

What are you doing?

Wh-What do you want? No, no!

GREEN:
...and then he forces
the cash down her throat.

That would've required
an incredible amount

of effort and rage.

(choking, screaming)

She would've been choking
on the money, vomiting into it.

But he didn't stop,
even after she had died.

When he finally finishes,
he removes the belt,

turns on the camera
and he leaves.

How much money was it?

UFLAND:
It's $1,976.

Is there any specific order?

One that maybe speaks
to an unsub with OCD?

Oh, it doesn't get
more OCD than this.

Same denominations
for each victim.

19 hundreds, three 20s,
one ten, one five, one one.

-They're all in
sequential order.
-Mm-hmm.

And Lexie's numbers pick up
where Regina's left off.

Which is totally something
you guys can track, right?

Well, if this were
a money laundering case,

yeah, but it's not a crime

to ask a teller
about sequential bills.

ALVEZ:
No, but it does

speak to his OCD
and his level of means.

He dropped nearly $4,000
on two women.

Okay, so whether or not
this is the Fan,

we need to figure out
what "1976" means to him.

The Fan? Is that Mr. Pathetic?

Thank you, Doc.
We'll be in touch.

That's not a no.

GARCIA:
Okay, forensics is still working

on matching the restraint marks
on Lance's arms

with that of our poor camgirls--
cam women.

Uh, but the width is the same:
1.5 inches.

-That's most men's belts.
-Ergo, I have pivoted

and am using my focusing muscles

to search
for the typewriting font

-on Lance's brands.
-PRENTISS: Comparing
typewriter serifs

is how we helped build a case
against the Unabomber.

The serif on Lance's brand

is bigger than the letters
he wrote to Voit and Garrity.

Could he have made it himself?

Oh, that's doubtful.
Uh, typewriter bars?

The things that,
that make the click-clacky

on the paper, you know, the...

We know what
typewriter bars are.

There's a lack of variation
to them.

But these letters
are-are in perfect proportion,

you know, apart.

Which means he took
the typewriter bars out

of the typewriter to make
his own "pathetic" brand.

Which, when you step that out,
it does make sense

with the OCD of it all because
the typewriter he's using

to write the letters
to Voit and Garrity,

that's his Old Faithful,
but the one he's using

to make the brands,
he's just scavenging for parts.

So, all we'd like you to do

is track down the brand
of the brand,

no pun intended.

Yes-- yes, no, I understand,
and ding-ding, I have good news.

Um, the-the brands,
the company kind,

not the--
you know what I'm saying--

they're available regionally.

Typewriting is a dying art,

and large typewriter faces
are rare and expensive.

S-So, he could have traded
with another collector.

That means, if we can figure out
where he bought it,

we can use that to find him.

Good work, Penelope.

Um, where are we
with the streaming sites?

The-the streaming sites
that our two dead camgirls used?

Is there any overlap
with subscribers?

-Uh, yes.
-(paper rustling)

Uh, yes, I have
a request in for that.

You didn't forget, did you?

No, of course not.
They're playing hardball.

They don't want to admit that
they're hiding a serial killer.

But I play a game
I like to call harder ball,

which I'm gonna go play
right now in my office.

Running, in my heels.

Where are we?

GREEN:
Uh, we're building
a pro and con list.

Pro, the Fan killed the camgirls
and maimed Lance.

Con, Regina and Lexie were
killed by a separate unsub.

Walk us through both arguments.

ALVEZ:
On the pro side, the Fan's OCD

led to him using
sequential bills,

the leather belt restraints

and the live stream spectacle
of it all.

And the con?

The agendas
are completely different.

The Fan's agenda,
it's about ego.

Right? It's a message to Voit.

With the camgirls,
it's about femicide.

It's a message
to their audiences.

GREEN:
It profiles like
the live stream murders

-in Mexico last year.
-JJ: And there's also this.

There was nothing left on Lance,

but there was trace evidence
of leather

on both the camgirls' bodies.

ROSSI:
The Fan's OCD

won't vary with his victims.

Agreed,
so we separate investigations.

Priority will be on the unsub
killing camgirls.

Why? They're both urgent.

They are, but... (sighs)

The Fan knows
how to practice discipline.

He won't surface again
until he's ready.

Whoever is killing
these camgirls isn't so patient.

He's gonna kill again
as soon as he can.

* I won't be here at all *

* I'll sit here shaking *

* Banging my head
against the wall... *

What's another word
for "tremble?"

KENNY (over headset):
Dude, are you paying attention?

We're about to start playing.

I know, but I have to finish
this right now

or I won't get paid.

-This guy's intense.
-Hey, Trixie,

can we have one session

-uninterrupted by your sex work?
-Excuse me,

but didn't you beg me
to play this game with you

-because you suck at it?
-Whatever, bro.

Can it just wait
until after this fight?

This is the only time
I have to play.

Until you can literally
fight your own battles,

I'll do my "sex work"
whenever the fuck I want.

(groans) Just take a break.

Fine, let me just...

send a couple more sexy messages
and then I'll be ready to fight.

Good. Make it quick.

The word is "quiver,"
by the way.

"Quiver." That's perfect.
Thank you.

"You're making me quiver.

Thinking of your hand
on my throat."

-That's a good one. That's good.
-(groans)

Are you done yet, Trixie?

Almost there. Chill, dude.

I don't judge you with your job.

(scoffs)
I don't sext with other dudes.

This is good.
Yeah, call me "Princess,"

and I'll do whatever you say,
"Zaddy" with a Z.

(typing rapidly)

Uh, excuse me? What are you...

(groaning)

Percy?

Percy, hey. Are you...

(groaning) Wh-What?

What are you doing?

(stammers)

Wait, wait, wait,
let's talk about this.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Uh, you want money or something?

What do you want? Who are you?

No, no, please.

No.

(muffled grunting)

(choking)

LEWIS:
All right, we're good, then.

-Thanks, Officer.
-You got it.

Hey.

GREEN:
Seems our unsub's type
has expanded.

LEWIS:
Not quite. Percy Stuben

had an online persona
called "Trixie."

Apparently,
he was catfishing men.

According to the online pic,
Trixie is very similar

-to Lexie and Regina.
-Similar how?

Feathered hair,
bell-bottom jeans,

the kind of wet T-shirt look

favored by Jacqueline Bisset
in The Deep.

-That's a '70s movie or...?
-I will kill you

-and no one will ever
find your body.
-I... (laughs)

No, my point is, we know 1976
is important to this unsub.

-Mm-hmm.
-Our two camgirls
and our one catfisher

all have this throwback
'70s vibe.

-But they're all millennials.
-Mm-hmm.

And, in Percy's case, a man.

Yeah, Percy was
very, very careful.

He never cammed.
He only did text exchanges.

Well, makes sense he didn't
want them to see his face.

Most catfishers do everything
they can to stay in the shadows.

Right. So how did a dude posing
as a throwback '70s chick

get on this unsub's radar?

(sighs) If I had to guess,

the unsub found out he wasn't
actually hot redhead Trixie

and made him pay.

That would mean
he was as close to Trixie

as the other two camgirls.

I mean, finding out
he was being catfished

would likely have sent him
into an even bigger rage.

I mean, Percy's blood

is on this chair.

Check this out.

The unsub left the belt behind
on the body this time,

and it's cowhide,
which is pretty much

the most common leather
you can find.

Well, he might have
been in a hurry.

According to Garcia,

Percy was in the middle
of a live gaming chat

when he was murdered, and he was
also chatting to a "DOG DAD 47."

You think either of the people
he was talking to is our unsub?

Depends on who
he was gaming with.

Percy and I weren't on video
at the time,

so I didn't see anything,
but it sounded rough.

How much did you hear?

All of it.

Then Percy's camera turned on
and I saw...

(crying softly)

Kenny, I know this is tough,
but how much did you know

about what Percy did
for a living?

(exhales) Too much.

I mean, he was always
bragging about

how much he was scamming
off these lonely guys.

Did Percy receive any threats

from the men
that he was catfishing?

Catfishing?

JJ:
We went through Percy's logs.

He was pretending to be
a different hot woman

in each one.

Oh, nah, you've got it wrong.

Percy was a chatter.

-What's a chatter?
-When these girls

get too many followers
wanting one-on-ones,

it's overwhelming,

so they outsource the texts
to people like Percy.

He worked for a bunch of them.

JJ:
Okay, so Percy was there

to keep customers
feeling special,

connected to the camgirls?

Yeah.

They'd send more money
to the girls

-and Percy would get a cut.
-ALVEZ: Uh, did he work

on a specific platform?

Yeah, there's a chatter app
for all the platforms.

He used to do freelance chatting
here and there,

but he got headhunted.

Can't believe someone
murdered him for it.

(sniffles)

Yo, bro, am I, like, free to go?

I need to get, like,
celestially high

to stop thinking about this.

Yeah. Yeah.

-Thanks.
-(exhales)

You want me to hack
a chatter app?

-Yeah. Is that a problem?
-Ew.

Ew. No. Why would...

(stammers)

Stop grilling me with your eyes.

Okay. Okay.
I hit some speed bumps

with the cam sites.

It turns out
when your profit motive

is linked to Internet security,

it can be tricky for a mermaid
like me to trip you up.

But that is not an issue.

That is an iss-me.

And, yes,
of course I-I will, I will,

I will look into your chatter
app. Just-just give me just a...

(inhales) ...second. (exhales)

Is this coffee?

Did you switch
from tea to coffee?

No, I switched from coffee
to tr-triple espresso.

Penelope, when is
the last time you slept?

When was the last time
you slept?

Don't answer that.
'Cause I know clearly it was...

b-before I did.

But you know what they say
about sleep-- that it's, um...

-Necessary.
-...overrated.
It is overrated for me.

Right now.
And, look, I mean this--

it's gonna sound mean-- but
with all the love in my heart,

get out of my face right now.
Please.

Okay.

(chuckles):
Geez.

There-there it is again.

Geography.

It's been bugging me
since we got this case.

So you can be
a camgirl, a chatter

from anywhere in the U.S.,
the world even.

So how has this unsub
found three victims

all within a 150-mile radius
of each other?

-It can't be an accident.
-(keys clacking rapidly)

-Being local
must be important to him.
-(computer trills)

GARCIA (gasps):
Look!

What, you got something for us?

Yeah. I have got something.

But not for you. Not for you.

But I am not going to forget the
cam sites and the chatter app.

But, uh... but, first...

What was I saying?

-You got something
but not for us.
-Yes.

Yes. And I got to go.
I got to go do that.

Excuse me. Let's go.

À la prochaine. Thank you!

(door opens)

Have I got an update for you.

Do you see that,
that right there?

-The exclamation point.
-That is not supposed to exist.

Because typewriters
made before 1960

didn't have a "one" key.

PRENTISS:
Wait.

No, she's right. I remember.

You would use the, um,

-lowercase "L."
-So if there's no "one,"

there's no exclamation point,
either.

Well, did the Fan get
a special plate

for just one punctuation mark?

I don't think so.
I think he used a period

and an apostrophe and made
his own exclamation plate.

Which means he didn't use
any modern typewriter.

And older typewriters
had a very limited,

you know, variety of typefaces,

which narrows down
where he's getting

-his building materials from.
-Not to mention the larger font.

-That should make it easier
to find as well.
-Mm-hmm.

And even if he had
a large font typewriter,

he'd still need to get
another striker,

because "pathetic" has two T's.

ROSSI: But what's the point
of all that?

Just to call us pathetic?

Might not be for us.

Right.

Right.

Let's go see him.

-Is he...?
-Don't worry about him.

What about...

Is that the same outfit
you wore yesterday?

Did you go to bed last night?

Yeah. I-- Some...

I don't-- I'm fine.

Why do we have to change
every day?

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

Well, he's not
Mark David Chapman.

PRENTISS:
No, he's not.

What is he, then?

A copycat. Of you.

I never branded anyone.

Ever restrain anyone
with a leather belt?

There are three kinds
of copycats:

one who wants
to learn everything he can

about the killer he's emulating,

one who wants everyone
to think that his crimes

are being committed
by the killer he's emulating,

and then there's the third,
the one

who wants to be better
than his predecessor.

Like Derek Brown.
You remember him?

Yeah, he copied Jack the Ripper.

But they never found
the bodies of his two victims,

so he was almost better
until they caught him.

Studied that case
after you wrote a book about it.

Exactly.

Ah.

I see what you're saying.

Almost like I'm a copycat
of you, right, Dave?

We think the Fan is like Brown

or the school shooter model

inspired
by the Columbine shooters,

only he's trying to surpass you.

So he's doing everything I did
before I started killing.

But now he feels advanced enough

to do his own thing.

Which means
this probably isn't his first.

That's what we thought.

Who do you think it is?

I don't know.

You know.

No, I don't--

You know.

And you've already done
something, haven't you?

Dave.

You said yourself,
I've grown a conscience.

I wouldn't do anything
to jeopardize your trust.

Yeah.

You've studied me,
and I've studied you.

So, whatever you did,

I will figure it out.

* *

(lock buzzes)

(door creaking)

(door creaks shut)

GARRITY:
No.

Yeah. All the information
was in the ad.

No, I'm not gonna drop the price
on the podcast notes.

Do you have any idea
what's in there?

Do you understand?

They should be
in the Smithsonian.

The price is nonnegotiable.

No, I'm not gonna throw in
the podcast sign.

Because someone's on their way
right now to buy it.

Okay, you listen to me,
you little shit--

-(knocking)
-Oh.

-All right,
here's what I can do for you.
-(beep)

Hey, Brian.

Sheila.

Can I come in?

Oh. (chuckles)

Yeah. Sure. (chuckles)

I wasn't expecting you.

(both chuckle)

You look fantastic.

-Oh.
-I didn't mean--

No, no. It's okay.

Listen, after the divorce,

I could finally sleep
more than four hours.

I got a gym membership
and a nutritionist.

(chuckles)

-What?
-No.

No, it's okay. You can say it.

I guess I'm realizing
that you taking care of me

probably got in the way
of you taking care of yourself.

(chuckles) It's funny.

Bob says the same thing.

-(chuckles)
-Bob? From work?

(both chuckle)

You talking about me a lot
with your IRS colleagues?

(chuckles) No.

Only the ones who make me
breakfast. (chuckles softly)

Ah. Right.

Can I, um... can I see that?

Oh, this is-- Uh, it's nothing.

I'm selling it.

I-I know.
I'm-I'm the one who's buying it.

(chuckles) You listened
to The Sicarius Files?

Just the last episode.

And, you know, I was impressed.

Then I realized that you met
an actual serial killer,

and then I was
kind of worried about you.

So I think I'm just...
trying to make sure you're okay.

Well, I don't know what to say.

Say you'll give me a discount.

Turns out my niece
is a huge fan,

so I'm trying to get
some-some "cool auntie" points.

Come on.

Look. Merino wool.

Well, thanks.

Thank you.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Okay, so, after the divorce,

you wanted nothing more
to do with me.

You went no contact.

How did you even find out
about the podcast?

There was someone who called me
and said that I should listen.

-Who called you?
-I don't know.

It was, um, Lee something.

Lee Duval?

Yeah. That's it.
Do you know him?

Yes.

I do.

Okay. Well, uh, thanks.

* *

-GUARD: Open up.
-(lock buzzes)

(door opens)

(indistinct chatter in distance)

Brian. Thank you for coming

-to see me.
-Where'd you get the phone?

What?

Where'd you get the phone
you used to call my wife?

Oh, ex-wife.

Seriously?
You're gonna narc on me?

Excuse me, I need
to tell you something.

Jesus Christ. Okay. All right,
look, I had to get you a message

so that you would come
and see me.

I just wanted to say
thank you for your service.

Well, wives are off-limits.
Wives, children,

exes, estranged or otherwise.

Don't act like you don't know
how this works all of a sudden.

Do you want to hear my message?

Okay.

I, too, know what it's like
to lose the person

whose respect you want
more than anything in the world.

I, too, know what it's like
to want to do anything

to look better in their eyes.

And I know how you can do that.

What are you talking about?

She got hooked on the podcast,
didn't she?

I wouldn't say "hooked."
She was... impressed.

But, anyway, it doesn't matter,
because the podcast is over.

Well, what if it's not?

I have another message
for the Fan

on an SD card,

recorded on the same phone
I used to call your ex-wife.

Give it to the BAU.

Yeah, they have a tendency
to screw shit up.

You screwed shit up
when you insulted the Fan.

You're right. I did.

I tried to control the story.

I tried to control
what people thought of me.

But I only made things worse.

Because it's
not my story anymore.

It's yours.

Can I tell you what I think?

Please.

I think you see me as
an easily manipulatable patsy.

Someone you can get to do your
bidding with a little ego boost.

Or if that doesn't work,
you throw in a little

"Oh, Brian, we're
not so different, you and I."

Am I close?

Well, let me tell you something.

And this is coming
from a very real place.

You and I are very different.

Mm.

Well, do you even know
what that difference is?

There is a burgeoning
serial killer out there

who I'm pretty sure
has already killed once

but is in a bit
of a cooling-off period.

And why do you think that is?

What has happened
to distract him,

to stop him from escalating?

My show.

And that is the difference
between you and me.

I can't stop him from in here.

The BAU can't stop him
from anywhere. But...

...you can.

Thank you for coming to see me.

(lock buzzes)

(indistinct chatter in distance)

(door creaks shut)

* *

(footsteps approaching)

Whoa. What's all this?

Uh, Garcia got
all the online chats

Percy had with paying customers.

"Until the room stinks."

(chuckles)

I don't know why I'm reading it
out loud. I'm sorry.

Yes, uh, so,

way more than half of these
are much older gentlemen.

Yeah, looks like Percy was
real popular with the AARP army.

Okay, so could our unsub
be an older man?

That would explain
why 1976 means so much to him.

It could be
when his love map was formed.

LEWIS:
Well, that tracks.

All of our victims
made videos in a '70s persona.

GREEN:
These chats

all mentioned food.

So I looked through some
of Regina's older videos

from the time of the chats.

She did a series of mukbangs
with some very regional foods.

-What's a mukbang?
-LEWIS: Ooh.

It is when someone eats an
insane amount of food on camera.

I cannot tell you why,
but they are incredibly popular.

GREEN: So popular
that Lexie did one as well.

Regina had a ton of blue crabs.

Lexie finished hers with
a big box of Berger Cookies.

Yeah, we're talking
incredibly regional.

Without saying where they live,

these women still ended up
exposing themselves.

-Yeah.
-Mm.

Solves your geo-profile problem.

Yeah. It's part
of his parasocial delusion.

He wants to believe
these women were his peers.

They grew up
in the old neighborhood,

remember how good it was.

And then when the relationships
soured, he killed them.

-(phone chimes, buzzes)
-We need to comb

all of our victims'
communications.

I mean,
any mention of regional food

-could be our unsub.
-JJ: Okay,

we are gonna have to come back
and help you read through these.

We got to get to the M.E.

They finished Percy's autopsy.

Sorry.

LEWIS:
Mm...

Aw, come on.

(clank)

JJ:
He put coins

inside Percy?

Not only did he use coins
this time,

his total was changed.

I took all the cash
from Percy's mouth and stomach,

and then I found two dimes
deep in his bowels,

bringing the grand total
to $395.20.

JJ:
Wait, that's...

that's exactly 20% of Lexie

and Regina's amounts.

-(chuckles softly)
-What?

I got good at mental math
from playing darts.

Hmm.

I needed a calculator,
but you're right.

I looked for more coins

and bills in case
I was missing something,

but that's all I found.

I called you in so fast
because I was worried

there might be
four other victims

making up the rest
of the money somewhere.

I-I don't think it's that.

We thought "1976"
was about a date,

but if he's willing to make
a 20% cut for the guy

who took 20%
of the camgirls' earnings,

he's saying something else.

Like what?

JJ:
Not sure.

Sometimes a cigar is a cigar.

Maybe the money
is just about the money.

I spoke with forensics.

The brands on Lance Kingston's
body are all the same depth,

meaning all the letters are
the same brand of typewriter.

Penelope, you said
you had something on that.

(snoring softly)

Penelope?

Hey.

-Hey.
-Huh?

-Huh?
-Hey.

You called typewriter shops

-about letter strikers?
-Yeah. I sure did.

I c-- I called, um...

I called, uh, almost every
typewriter collector,

supplier and repair shop

in the Eastern Seaboard
looking for the rare

six CPI set of strikers.

And I found two.

-Great. Where are they?
-Uh, one was

at a vintage warehouse
in New York.

Uh, that one was stolen
a few months ago.

And the other one
was, uh, a gift

to a Philadelphia university.

Uh, that one was also stolen.

That's where the Fan's letters
were postmarked from.

There was something else
I wanted--

Oh, uh, I-- Okay.

So, the lab hit a dead end

when it came to the restraints
that the Fan was using on Lance,

so I went a different "rowt."
"Root"?

I went a different direction.

And the indentations

on Lance's wrist
matches stingray skin.

-Stingray skin?
-Yeah.

That's what those weird bumps
on Lance's arms were.

Stingray leather retains the
same bumps as stingray skin--

-Well, stingray leather
should be easier to track.
-Oh. Yeah.

Which is why
I am one step ahead of you.

There's this.
Um, so, a-a few months ago,

uh, a Pennsylvania
college student, female,

she was strangled with a belt.

Her name was Victoria Everman.

(gasping, grunting)

And based on the patterns
on her neck,

they were able to determine
that it was stingray leather.

Cameras on campus weren't able
to track the assailant.

ROSSI:
Of course not.

His OCD forces him to make sure

he knew
when he was being watched.

PRENTISS:
There is one
silver lining, though.

For all the Fan's attempts
to throw us off,

he has inadvertently revealed
something about himself.

Stingray leather.

That's his signature.

(birds chirping)

-(soft humming)
-(heels clacking)

Russell, Russell,
Russell, Russell.

Favorite movie, any Western,

probably from the '70s.

Ah, right. Uh...

Misses the old menu

at Bronze Tavern
in Downtown Baltimore.

Obsessed with Charlie's Angels.

Used to play pinball
with his son.

Misses when his wife
would laugh at his jokes.

* *

So what does "1976" mean
in terms of how these victims

are charging their clients?

I don't think it's about money.

Lexie's boyfriend said
they were charging $30 an hour.

For this guy to have blown
upwards of 1,900 bucks,

she'd have had to have been
on with him for over 60 hours.

Okay, so maybe "1976" is
a symbolic amount of money.

Not just the total spent, but...

that number is part
of the message he's sending out.

Like Social Security?

Wow. How'd you get there?

My grandma gets one
of those checks every month.

Here it is.

The average
Social Security benefit is

just under $2,000.

That would tie it all together.

It would say something
not just about his preferences

with these camgirls,
but he would have been spending

his entire monthly income
on them.

GREEN: I just searched
Percy's logs for any mention

of a Social Security check,
and I found one series of chats

with a Russell Kirkland.

ALVEZ:
Could it be our unsub?

JJ:
Well, according to his profile,

he's in his 70s,

born and raised in Maryland.

He checks all the boxes.

Uncheck those boxes,
because Russell Kirkland

is dead.

Committed suicide
about a month ago.

If this guy isn't our unsub,
who is?

*

(quietly):
Okay. Pinball.

Laugh. Westerns.

Okay.

Right.

(clears throat)

Well, hello there, Russell.

It's been a long time.

Oh. That's a bummer.

I'm glad you're back.

How are you today?

(laughs): Russell.
You did say I was your favorite.

Ruined you
for all the other ladies, is it?

Okay. Chill, man, or
I'm gonna turn off the stream.

Man, I got a sweet power nap in,

and Tyler and I
are here to crush this.

After finding
Russell's death certificate,

I thought maybe the real unsub
could be killing camgirls

as revenge
for Russell's suicide.

Enter Russell's son, Jace.

Now, based on bank records,

Jace has had to send his father
money for the last year.

Allons-y with alacrity
for the 411 on Jace.

Okay, so what are
these documents?

Those are emails from Russell
to his lawyer,

uh, trying to get his money back

from the women
who worked as camgirls.

He tried every angle--
financial abuse, elder abuse,

scams, fraud, you name it,
to no avail.

Regina, Trixie and Lexie are
all mentioned in those emails.

Okay, but looks like his lawyer
dismissed all the claims

because the transactions
were all aboveboard.

Yeah, that's what happens
when you hit

"agree to the terms
and conditions"

without reading the terms
and conditions, people.

So his son took the law
into his own hands

where he feels
the system failed him?

Where is Jace now?

I sent you his work
and home address.

Did Kirkland mention any of
the other women in his emails?

No, unfortunately,
Jace got to them all.

Except for one.

Cora Sault.

All right.
We need to divide and conquer.

All right, uh,
you take Jace's work.

-I'll take his home.
-Yeah.

We'll take Cora. Let's hit it.

(computer chimes)

Okay, what the fuck
are you talking about?

Okay. Okay.

Jesus.

Whoa! Whoa! Hey!

(grunting)

Get off me!

-(shrieking)
-(grunts)

(panting)

It's time to put on a show.

(groaning softly)

What? What the fuck?

What the fuck?

What is going on?
What is going on?

You know who I am?

You're Russell's son,
aren't you?

My dad told you about me?

Yeah.

Yeah. He was very proud of you.

You charged him $70 an hour
so he could tell you

how proud he was of me?

-Bullshit!
-No, it's not.

It's not.

Do you want to know
why I talked to your father?

I know why!

Mom died, so you pretended
to like a grieving man.

(whimpers)

(tires screeching)

No, that's not true.

I-I talked to him
because you didn't.

He just wanted company.

I-I talked to him
because you were too busy.

Oh, my God.

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

-FBI! Knife.
-(screaming, gasping)

-Drop the knife, Jace!
-JACE: No, no! They all need

-to pay for what they did
to my father!
-Oh, my God.

-Jace.
-Stay back!

LEWIS:
Don't do this, Jace.

I know you think something
precious was taken from you

and you blame these women.

-(whimpers)
-But it was your father

who chose
to give them all his money.

No, no. He needed that money,

and these whores
manipulated him.

They... th-they made him--

Pathetic?

(panting, whimpers)

Your father
wasn't pathetic, Jace.

And neither are you.

Listen to me, Jace.

-(whimpers)
-If you don't drop that knife,

my partner's
gonna have to shoot you.

(shuddering)

And you know
what they're gonna say about you

when they wheel you out of here
in a body bag?

That you were pathetic.

-(shuddering, whimpering)
-(sirens wailing in distance)

-No, they won't.
-Yes.

They will.

Isn't that what you thought
about your father?

When you found out
how much he spent on camgirls?

You have one chance

to change how your story
is told, Jace.

And it starts
with dropping that knife.

(whimpering softly)

-(clang)
-(gasps)

(panting)

Hands behind your back.

All right. You all right?

-(handcuffs clicking)
-Yeah?

-Okay. Yeah.
-Okay. Good.

-Got you.
-Thank you.

-You're okay.
-OFFICER: Jace Kirkland, you
have the right to remain silent.

If you waive that right,
anything you say can

and will be used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney...

That was a risky move.

How'd you know it would work?

Uh, I didn't, honestly.

I just had a feeling.

I mean, the Fan is not Jace,
and Jace is not the Fan, but...

...they fit the same profile.

* *

(knocking)

-Emily.
-Brian,

-what are you doing back here?
-Gather the team.

There's something
you're gonna want to see.

You don't get to... (groans)

(mutters, sighs)

We really should be doing this
in the round table room.

That is for this team,

not your random visits
to Quantico.

What's going on?

I went to see Voit today.

You did what?

What happened to

-"swearing off Sicarius"?
-I did.

But then he got
my ex-wife involved.

So I went down there to...

I don't know
what I was gonna do, but...

while I was there,
he gave me this.

It's a recording of himself
for the Fan.

He wants me to play it
on my next podcast.

But you quit the podcast.

Brian, you quit
the podcast, right?

Y-Yes. Yes. But...

I realized
I could manipulate Voit

if he thinks I'm manipulatable,

which would give
this team an advantage.

Let me get this straight.

You played Voit?

I did.

This is Elias Voit,

and I have a message for my Fan.

You're changing.

You're evolving.

You want to know more
about yourself,

and that's why
you're reaching out to me.

Well, I'm evolving, too.

And I've learned that you don't
have to give in to your urges.

I've been where you are.

Talk to me.

I can help you
keep the monsters at bay.

I'm...

I'm trying

to make right with some
of the people I've hurt.

And I think by stopping you
from becoming me

is how I can do that.

There is the Voit
that we know and love.

This asshole thinks he can do
our jobs better than we can.

He's trying to get the Fan
to come to him.

Well, yes, but that raises
the larger question.

I mean, it was
the whole basis of my show.

Did Elias Voit
actually develop empathy?

-Or was it all a sham?
-Exactly.

And if it is a sham,
how does it affect

the team member who helped him?

The character testimony
at Voit's sentencing.

It was an FBI agent.

What are you talking about?

There was a closed-door
testimony from an FBI agent

supporting the theory that Voit

had reformed
because of his brain trauma.

Who was it?

Well, the I.D. was blacked out,

but it led to Voit
getting life in prison

instead of a needle in his arm.

Is this news to you all?

Brian, give us a moment.

We need to discuss this
privately.

My office, please.

* *

-Okay.
-(door closes)

Who was it?

-Brain trauma?
-No.

No, absolutely not.

Yes, I am
a forensic psychologist,

but I would never testify
to that.

Someone not on the team, maybe.

-Someone who--
-GARCIA: It was me.

I'm sorry.

I was terrified
to say anything. That...

That's why it was closed-door.

That's why I've been
so restless.

I knew
it was gonna come out, and...

and-and I knew
how you'd feel about it. I...

I wanted to tell you
the right way.

But I'm-I'm too tired
to keep it a secret anymore.

It was me.

* *

(door slams)

(shuddering)