All language subtitles for Criminal Minds - 19x07 - The Furies.WEB.AMZN.en

Previously on Criminal
Minds: Evolution...

The families of some of your
victims have reached out,

and they want to meet you.

- This one, yeah.
- Deena Ryan.

Before her mom comes in
here, we need to confirm that

you're telling the whole
truth about her daughter.

With whom do we have
the pleasure of speaking?

Call me God.

I recognize that voice.

It's Lance Kingston.

But he can't be our guy.

He's not.

He's his hostage. He's been branded.

Does he still strike you as a

"hasn't killed yet" type unsub?

We think the fan

is trying to surpass you.

Thank you for coming to see me.

He gave me this. It's a recording

of himself for the fan.

You don't have to give into your urges.

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

That raises the larger question,

did Elias Voit actually develop empathy?

And if it is a sham,

how does it affect

the team member who helped him?

What are you talking about?

There was a closed-door
testimony from an FBI agent

that lead to Voit getting life
in prison instead of a needle

- in his arm.
- Who was it?

It was me.

Please... Please, please.

Fuck.

Hello?

Somebody!

Hey!

Help! Help!

Oh, God.

Stop.

Please.

You're making a mistake, all right?

Look.

Hey, are you listening to me?

If you do this, they are gonna find you

and they are gonna fucking...

Fuck.

No.

There's-there's got to be...

What do you want me to say?

Jesus Christ. I'm... I'm
s... I'm s... I'm sorry.

Just-just let me go, and-and we can...

We can talk this out.

"Standing behind predators
makes prey of us all."

DaShanne Stokes.

Hi. Do you have a second?

No.

Look, before more time
festers between us,

I-I-I need you to know how much
contemplation and meditating

and journaling I did
before deciding to testify

on Voit's behalf, and it
came down to my convictions,

not-not just about the death penalty...

which is very deep... but my convictions

about who Voit is as a person now.

What about the families?

Anyone and everyone who
was touched by Voit's crimes

was encouraged to submit
a victim impact statement

- to the court, and the judges...
- You don't think your statement

had the biggest impact?

It wasn't like I offered my testimony

as some sort of expert
witness on behalf of the BAU.

But you are a member of the BAU.

Oh, I get it. When you
do it, it's hunky-dory,

but when I do it, it's
some sort of moral failing.

What are you talking about?

Are you gonna make me say it?

Say what?

Donnie Mallick.

I'm gonna pretend you
didn't just say that to me.

Guys, I just got an emergency call

from Lupold County,
New Mexico. Cop killer.

This morning the body of
Lupold County Deputy Sheriff

Colby Banks was
discovered on the outskirts

of the border town Piedra.

His uniform had been removed.

He was shot multiple times
using his own sidearm.

His body was then wrapped
in a plastic drop cloth,

and his belt and badge
were used to tie it all up,

- like a ribbon and bow.
- A taunt.

- To the cops.
- Yes, and

Deputy Banks is only the latest victim.

Last week, the body

of Deputy Francisco
Hernández was also found.

Same C.O.D. Same disposal ritual.

Now, according to the Lupold
County Sheriff's Department,

each deputy was on a solo
patrol when they responded

to an anonymous 911
call reporting an assault

in progress in the downtown area.

When they failed to report back,

their patrol units were eventually

found abandoned downtown.

Dash cams and mobile terminals removed.

Was there any video footage recovered?

Some should've been
automatically uploaded

to a virtual server, but right
now, the locals seem to be

having trouble recovering it.

That is why they're asking for our help.

And based on the circumstances,

this one is gonna be all hands on deck.

Meaning you, too,
Penelope. Wheels up in 30.

Are you guys okay?

Can't a girl fly at
34,000 feet in peace?

This can't just be about your
testimony on Voit's behalf.

It's not.

Is it gonna interfere?

I said two words, two proper noun words,

that, looking back, maybe
I shouldn't have said.

No. You-you didn't.

- What?
- Yeah, I did.

Why?

I don't... It-it popped out.

- What did you say?
- Donnie Mallick.

Who's Donnie Mallick?

That is the man who murdered

Rossi's old partner, Jason Gideon.

The man Rossi shot and killed.

But Rossi was never accused
of any kind of misuse of force.

No, he wasn't.

Donnie Mallick died
with a gun in his hand.

But... there were traces of iron oxide

found on the side of his weapon,

which could be interpreted
by some to mean that...

Mallick put the gun down,

but was then ordered to
pick it back up, so...

David was cleared.

Okay, why don't we just
freely think our thoughts

inside our mind and not let them
escape the rest of the flight?

- Unit Chief Prentiss.
- That would be her.

Unit Chief Emily Prentiss.

Yes, uh, Sheriff Neal Chambers.

And you all must be the
Behavioral Analysis Unit.

Talk about bringing in the cavalry.

Uh, truth is, we are way
out of our depth on this one.

Well, at least, I
should speak for myself.

I was just elected sheriff a month ago,

and I had never imagined that

I'd have to deal with
something like this.

- We understand, and time is critical.
- Indeed.

So, let's get you situated

in that conference
room right over there.

Fine, but our technical
analyst, Penelope Garcia,

she needs to take a look at
your main computer server.

Sure. Deputy Lares
can help you with that.

Dave, you and I are gonna
start reviewing victimology.

Tara, Tyler, head to
the coroner's office.

JJ, Luke, you've got the crime scenes.

So, the crazy thing is I used
to live and work up in St. Louis,

which is always in the
top ten of homicide rates

in the U.S., right?

So, I move here

to get away from that
kind of thing, but...

I guess I can't escape it.

Dr. Mateo, given that
Deputies Barnes and Hernández

were both well-trained, have
you been able to determine

how they were overwhelmed
or incapacitated?

It's definitely the latter.

Tox report says

etorphine was used to knock them out.

Etorphine, that's an
animal tranquilizer.

That's correct.

And diprenorphine,
which is also associated

with veterinarian care, was
used to wake them back up.

Wake them back up?

Yeah.

Presumably for the... sexual assault.

For the what?

Both officers were sodomized
with their own batons.

Dr. Mateo, why wasn't that documented

in your autopsy report?

I was encouraged to omit

that particular detail

as it did not pertain
to the cause of death.

Encouraged by whom?

- Sheriff Chambers.
- Come in.

Would you mind telling us the reason why

you instructed your medical examiner

to leave out an evidentiary finding

from these autopsy reports?

I don't quite know
what you're talking...

Your boys were sexually
assaulted with their own batons.

These... these two brave, dedicated men,

they have wives and children.

The last thing they
need to hear about...

This isn't about why you didn't
share it with the families,

this is about why you didn't
immediately share it with us.

Understanding the specific acts

of violence is essential
to our ability to build

a suspect profile.

Yeah, but if-if my
men heard about this,

if-if staties caught wind of it,

hell, if the border patrol found out,

y-you seriously think these
guys wouldn't go racing

across the border and
start a goddamn war?

A war with who?

- The Lugo Cartel?
- Yeah.

Who else would degrade and
humiliate them like that?

But the cartel may not be involved.

Well, even if it isn't,

I wasn't trying to bury evidence.

I just was trying to preserve
some dignity for these men

and protect their
brothers-in-arms from, you know,

completely losing their shit.

Hey, boss. Seven-Bravo-30
is responding to another 911.

Is Colwater riding solo?

No, he's with Duran.

- They request backup?
- Not yet.

Seven-Bravo-30. Please report.

Deputy Duran and I
responded to call out.

3700 block of Torento.

Suspect engaged, then
fled in a gray sedan.

Arizona plate number
Lima-Romeo-Victor-Nine-Nine-

- Three-One.
- That Arizona plate

belongs to an SUV that was
reported stolen two weeks ago.

Bring up the dash cam.

I can't.

- Penelope?
- They're using some kind of

high-end Wi-Fi jamming device.

Suspect is presently turning eastbound

on Temescal Ridge Road,
heading toward Windrow Reserve.

Well, that's good.

This guy's gonna get
himself pinned in up there.

But your men will need backup.

Colwater, come in.

Suspect's slowing. They're pulling over.

Colwater, you and Duran hold
your position. Wait for backup.

Do you copy?

Is there some way to
get around that jammer?

I'm trying.

Colwater, Duran, do you copy?

Scramble all available units.

JJ and Luke are close.

Colwater, look out!

The fuck?

... responding to an attack on Deputies

Colwater and Duran, now heading to
an address... Temescal Ridge Road.

You're a smart guy, Elias.

It's hard to believe you'd trust

Brian Garrity to deliver your message.

But I knew there was no way

you were gonna let me
get this out to my fan.

Of course not.

"I've been where you've been.

Talk to me. I'm here."

You're beginning to sound
like your old self, Lee.

That was the point. I want
to keep his attention on me

because, as long as he's focused on me,

then he's too distracted
to kill anybody else.

- I can stop him.
- Look,

until we have the confidence

that you're willing to work with us,

we have to limit your
access to the outside world.

How much more limited
can my access possibly be?

Your visitors are restricted
to the family members

you've already agreed to
talk to, and that's it.

Hey now.

It's family therapy time.

Mr. Voit.

My name is Joshua Ryan.

Deena Ryan was my cousin.

Her mom was already here.

Her parents are divorced.

I-I'm here on behalf
of her father, Alex.

To be honest,

Alex doesn't think he can
trust himself around you.

Well, if you loved your
cousin Deena so much,

what makes you think that you
can trust yourself around me?

Well, nothing can change what you did.

Nothing can bring Deena back.

So, you want to punish yourself?

Hear all the excruciating details

of how I made her
suffer before she died?

I came here to understand you.

This is gonna sound peculiar,
but as it so happens,

after Deena disappeared, back in 2006,

I became totally engrossed

in the details of her
police investigation.

And when her case ran cold, I turned

my attention to other unsolved crimes.

Kind of, uh, researching them, actually.

Uh, from there, I decided
to enroll in night school,

where I took classes
in criminal justice,

forensics, sociology.

All of which led me to earning

my PhD in criminology.

Congratulations, Doctor.

The thing is, my family
doesn't want Deena

to have died in vain.

We feel if there's something, anything

the world can learn,

if there's some way to ensure

this never happens again,

that's what we want.

So are you gonna write a book?

None of them tell the truth.

The truth.

It was quick and easy.

Nothing to write a book about.

I met her in a bar.
I took her to a motel.

Strangled her. I wrapped her up.

I stuffed her in a shipping container.

Mr. Voit, obviously,
you're under no obligation

to share what you know with me,

but as I said, my family...

at the very least,

we deserve to hear the truth.

Come back tomorrow.

Why?

Because I said so.

Joshua Ryan. You buy that?

Somebody had to vet him, right?

Well, somebody had to get Deena's dad

to sign off on that guy
before he walked in here

to represent,

but I don't see you
yelling for the warden

to let you call the BAU and
tell them you found your fan.

So they can do what exactly?

Oh, I don't know, arrest him?

For what?

Do you honestly think,
if they searched his home,

his office, or you-name-it,

they'd find a shred of
evidence tying him to murder?

What about all those
souvenirs he's been collecting

since even before he
stepped over the line?

Just like the ones you took.

He's not leaving that shit on a
shelf somewhere in plain sight.

He has a special place just for himself,

where he can admire them
and relive the thrill.

And if the BAU could find that place?

They'd have everything
they need to put him away.

You think he'd tell you where it is?

If he trusts me.

Why?

Because he's like me.

Deep down, he's lonely,

and he wants to share.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Thanks.

How's, uh, Deputy Duran doing?

Feeling as if he woke up with
the worst hangover in his life.

Was he able to tell you anything?

All he remembers is the suspect
pulling over in this sedan,

getting out, raising their hands,

and as he and Deputy Colwater
were about to slap on the cuffs,

it was lights out.

The tox panel confirms
the presence of etorphine.

And the puncture wound in
his back suggests he was hit

with a one-and-a-half-inch
tranquilizer dart.

That would've had to been
fired with an air rifle.

From a second unsub.

An air rifle isn't really
the weapon of choice

for the Lugo Cartel
targeting law enforcement.

No, it isn't. These
unsubs aren't targeting

any and every cop.

They spared Duran and
targeted Colwater specifically.

Which means... setting aside
all the victims were deputies...

there's a connection in the
victimology that we're missing.

Yeah, you're right.

And considering the degree of
torture and the manner of death,

I'd say that connection
is deeply personal.

How's it going with the
missing dash cam footage?

The ethereal wireless
connection to the cumulous cloud

pregnant with precious data
has been impeded, remotely.

So, my guess is the evil-doers

made that happen just
after they figured out

who the deputies' vehicles were.

Even though that sounds
pretty sophisticated,

like something drug
traffickers might do...

Not to mention highly illegal,

which also drug dealers
have a big affinity toward,

and just the facts,

signal jammers are a terrifyingly common

- e-commerce purchase.
- Yes.

I thought so. I want you to come
with me and bring your laptop.

Wait, aren't we supposed
to look at the dash cam?

No. No, there's something else.

Oh. Okay. Um...

Hold on. Just getting my
things. So many things.

So many things. Here I come. Coming.

Why are we being secret?

Something about this case

hasn't sat well with
me since we got here.

- Sheriff Chambers?
- For a start.

Can we all agree this
violence seems personal?

As if motivated by retaliation.

Or retribution. Which is why, Penelope,

I need you to start reviewing
all of the personnel records

of the Lupold County
Sheriff's Department,

starting with our three victims.

Got it. What am I looking for?

Try to identify any unusual patterns

in disciplinary actions

or even arrest records.

But I do not want you
sharing your findings

with anyone but us.

Oh, that's the secret part.
Not even Sheriff Chambers

should know that I'm peeking around?

No. Only us.

Right, but there's gonna
be alerts and notifications.

I'm sure there will be.

And you want me to disable them.

I smell what you're throwing down.

Thank you. And I want you to help her.

- Uh, no, no. That's not necessary.
- It is.

She doesn't need me.

I need you to work with her.

As far as we know, Deputy
Colwater is still alive,

and we work better and
faster as a team, so...

I will leave you both to it.

_

Well, the deputies' arrest
records are gonna tell us

more, I assume.

Right off the bat,

each of these deputies have
had at least one complaint

for use of excessive force.

- Join the club.
- What?

What?

Excessive force in any
situation is not okay.

A lot of cops get that complaint.

We have to make sure that
these aren't frivolous.

- I need to say one thing.
- We don't need to talk about it.

- Yes, we do.
- Now, look,

Donnie Mallick reached for his gun.

If I didn't shoot him, I'd be dead.

What I did and what you did
are categorically different.

Donnie Mallick killed those girls

and killed Gideon, you knew that.

And in your mind,

if he went to prison,
he would become a legend.

- He would've.
- Right, so

it's better dead than incarcerated.

It's not the same thing.

Isn't it, though? Isn't
it our messy little fingers

on the scales of justice?

'Cause you said that

my testimony prevented justice

for the families of Voit's victims.

Well, uh, news, uh, Gideon
had a family, too. He had Jill.

He had Stephen. You knew
what their values were.

So doesn't their sense of justice

deserve to be served, too?

You're right.

- Yeah, I know I'm right.
- No.

I mean, in the victimology.

If we were looking
for suspicious behavior

shared by the deputies

who-who were on the
job, it would be buried

in the arrest records
under something stupid like

traffic stops.

Filter under the phrase
"Reasonable Suspicion."

Daniel Salazar, it looks like he was

pulled over a bunch of
times by all of our deputies,

not a single citation.

Where is he right now?

Uh, Salazar owns

the Seven Gems Gentlemen's Club,

which I'm sure is anything but gentle.

We need to chat with Mr. Salazar.

Just sent you his info.

I told you.

♪ Who's the guy we're waiting for? ♪

♪ What's the final straw we draw... ♪

Can I get you something?

We are looking for the owner.

That don't sound too good.

Daniel Salazar?

May I say who's asking?

FBI. I'm S.S.A. Tara Lewis.

S.A. Tyler Green.

Órale. Should I call my lawyer?

No. We just want to talk.

Let's talk.

You recognize these deputies?

- It's a small town.
- I'll take that as a yes.

Department records show
you were pulled over

by each one of these officers
on separate occasions,

and yet, you were never cited.

Seriously? They actually
logged my traffic stops?

Yes, they did.

Those are some dumb motherfuckers.

Well, maybe that's why Deputies
Banks and Hernández are dead

and Deputy Colwater
was abducted last night.

What the fuck you talking about?

Mr. Salazar, you know what I see
when I look around this place?

A very turquoise laundromat.

I mean, I'd say you were

making a killing
laundering money in here,

but if I had to guess, I would say that

plus a little sex trafficking.

- Oh, should we throw in drug trafficking?
- Mm.

All on behalf of the Lugo Cartel.

And see, someone wants us to think

that it's the Lugo Cartel
that killed two deputies

- and abducted a third.
- Not me.

I got no beef with these dudes.

But you do know what all
of these traffic stops

look like, don't you?

They look like a ruse

- so money or product can change hands.
- Right?

You got to grease some
palms. But then, these cops,

they start giving you a
hard time. They get uppity.

You got to show them who's boss.

You got this shit all wrong.

Those fucking guys were the
ones who were shaking me down.

The cops were shaking you down?

Not the cops, the Furies.

The Furies?

They're a deputy gang.

Like a gang-gang?

It depends on who you talk to.

They're like the
Banditos or the Cavemen,

who are identified as a subculture

in the Los Angeles County
Sheriff's Department.

Right, and these fraternal groups

are often characterized
by shared tattoos

or specific hazing rituals,

a strong sense of loyalty.

When you say "fraternal groups,"
my mind immediately goes to,

like, young men indiscriminately
eating processed cheese together

or drinking from kegs, not dirty cops.

Oh, I'm pretty sure they
wouldn't describe themselves

as dirty.

With the blue wall of silence,

they won't talk about themselves at all.

Salazar said the Furies forced
him into a protection racket,

and when he let his Lugo
people know about it,

they just accepted it as the
price for doing business here.

W-Wait, wait. Salazar just willingly

shared all of this
information with you guys?

Yeah, he'd just gotten back from Mexico,

so he hadn't heard
anything about the murders

until we told him.

Now, he's more than willing to cooperate

in exchange for protection.

And Salazar insists that
neither he nor the Lugo Cartel

have anything to gain by
knocking off local cops.

So, both the means and the
motive continue to point away

from the cartel, and this Furies,

they're being led by Sheriff Chambers?

No. No. According to Salazar,

Chambers is seen as an outsider.

And while he doesn't seem
to want to acknowledge

the existence of the Furies,

he does seem to be trying to
get a handle on their influence

- within the department.
- Let me ask you something,

when these deputies pulled over Salazar,

w-what was the vig exactly?

Did he hand them bricks of cash?

Narcotics?

The deal was for cocaine, MDMA, GHB,

and plenty of flunitrazepam.

Oh, party drugs.

What if the party went wrong?

The GHB, the flunitrazepam,
that says roofie to me.

Yeah, so what if we're
looking for two people,

most likely women,

who were assaulted by members
of this deputy gang, and now,

they're living out their own revenge.

That would fit the profile.

All right, so then, the
way to find these women

is to track down the
men they're hunting.

Garcia, start cross-referencing
all of the duty logs

of our victims.

We need to find a way to identify

the members of this deputy gang.

That make you feel better?

Made me feel something.

- He doesn't know anything.
- He's lying.

One of these fuckers knows where it is.

But it was evidence, Maria.
Their faces were recorded.

And I'm telling you, somebody
is still jacking off to it.

He's gonna fucking tell us.

Goddamn, you fucking bitches.

- Stop.
- You want us to stop?

Please.

Why?

You didn't stop for me.

Yeah, you remember that?

I was begging you,

and what did you do?

"Shut up, bitch."

- "Enjoy the ride."
- Please.

Please don't kill me.

Shh...

Settle down now.

- You want to live, don't you?
- Yes.

I'll do anything, just...

Please don't hurt me anymore.

You got to stop lying to us.

I'm not. I'm not, I swear!

Colwater.

We're not gonna ask you again.

You assholes shot a video,

and I'm sure everybody shared it,

and somebody's kept a copy.

I swear to God I don't
have... Wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait.

Okay.

Lares.

Deputy Lares.

He told me he kept
his in the safest place

on this fucking planet.

It's on, it's on a hard drive

in his locker at the precinct.

Told you.

You were right.

Visiting hours will
be over in ten minutes.

There is one thing I did with Deena

that I didn't do with
many other victims.

- I let her make a phone call.
- A phone call?

Yeah. Phone call.

Nobody answered.

She called Alex?

I didn't really care who she called.

You let Ramona Havener make a call.

I did.

Ever let a male victim make a call?

I did not. Is that something to profile?

Not my field of expertise.

Taken any interest in the
Behavioral Analysis Unit?

I'm surprised by how
little of my research

on criminological theory actually cites

the work of the BAU.

- Academic bias?
- Maybe.

- Are you familiar with David Rossi?
- Yes.

Okay, so you know his poker theory.

No.

Well, Rossi posits that serial killers

are the worst poker players

because when they are
in high-stakes, all-in,

pressure situations and
they're forced to bluff,

they cannot.

They give up a tell
because they cannot accept

the fact that they do
not hold all the cards.

Mm.

Sort of like the idea

there's no such thing as a perfect crime

'cause as soon as the criminal
thinks he's gotten away with it,

he's just got to tell somebody.

Yeah, he does.

You know, you don't really strike me

as the kind of reckless
person who would come in here

under their real name,

Joshua.

You must call me...

God.

Listen to me.

You are changing.

You're evolving.

You want to know more about yourself,

and that's why you've come to see me.

I've been where you are.

That's why you want to
talk to me. I can help.

I can make you a god.

Visiting hours are now over.

Visiting hours are now over.

Think about it.

Maybe I see you tomorrow, Josh.

Man alive, they tore him up.

His lower GI tract was,
uh, completely perforated.

Then, apart from the bullet
to the head, they shot

Deputy Colwater 16 times, postmortem.

Overkill.

I'd say.

Can we have the room for a moment?

- Yeah, sure. Take your time.
- Thank you.

This is an escalation that suggests

there may be some order
of operations at play here.

A specific sequence to the
victims they're targeting.

Yeah, it looks like it.

And that means that
this all may be building

toward some kind of endgame.

So, these women are looking
for more than just getting even.

I mean, I think so.

The question is, what?

We don't have to do this.

I mean, we could get away right now.

No.

No, we can't.

Why?

Because without everybody
being able to see

what they did to us with
their own fucking eyes,

all we are is a couple of crazy, psycho,

man-hating, cop-killing bitches.

But we know the truth.

That doesn't fucking matter.

Ruby, I get it.

But this last part, there's
no going back, so if,

- you know, you...
- No.

Ride or die.

Ride or fucking die, baby.

Let's go.

Uh, yeah, we'll touch base later.

Okay. Bye.

The Furies?

Oh, Jesus.

Sheriff Chambers.

The more insistent you are
in trying to protect and serve

the reputations of your
deputies and this department,

the more you put them in jeopardy.

Look what just happened to Colwater.

Yeah, you might be right.

Might be? How long have you known

about this fucked-up social club?

They've been around for years.
They're cross-jurisdictional,

and the truth is, these
officers have the freedom

to assemble and organize
however they want.

Because they're protected
by the union contracts

and the First Amendment.

They're not free to be on the take.

Daniel Salazar is prepared to offer

a sworn statement testifying to the fact

that he exchanged narcotics
for police protection.

And those narcotics are at the
heart of what's going on here.

We believe that several
members of the Furies...

which include our victims...

used those drugs to
incapacitate and sexually assault

at least two as yet unidentified women.

I have been trying... I swear to God...

to do something about
their influence around here.

It's one of the reasons
why I believe I was elected,

but old habits, they-they
do really die hard.

Well, somebody's definitely
accelerating the process.

Now, do you have any idea
how many deputies or...

No. I mean, it's not like these guys

have a goddamn membership list.

Are you absolutely sure that we are

looking at two women?

And that these two
women were-were raped?

Yes.

Well, you know, I recall,
um, couple years back,

there was a rumor going
around that these guys

were meeting up and partying
at this house over in Verde Sage

that had been taken over by
the state. Eminent domain.

Could they still be using it?

I doubt it, but who knows?

We need to check it out.

We can provide backup.

Can you?

FBI.

Clear.

- Clear.
- Clear.

Clear.

Guys, up here.

Furies were recording
themselves with these women.

And these women want the tape.

Deputy Lares, we need to, uh,

- bring you in for questioning.
- Uh...

Questioning for what?

Your affiliation with the Furies.

Wait, how did you...

You can't detain me for that.

No, but we can hold you on
suspicion of emailing a request

for GHB from Deputy Colwater.

Should never put it in writing, son.

Hey. What's up?

Well, I was able to get names
of some of those Fury folks

off of Deputy Colwater's home computer.

We were able to call
in the Santa Fe division

for reinforcements to
take them into custody.

Technically, protective custody,
but we're not through with them.

Penelope, it looks like someone recorded

what went on in this house.

Any chance you found video
on Colwater's computer?

Some professionally produced porn, yeah,

but nothing homemade.

Was there anything there to suggest

who these two women might be?

No.

But, unfortunately, there
is ample evidence to suggest

that they weren't the only ones.

Okay, I'll go out there
now with our forensics team.

Copy that.

- See what else you can find.
- No gigabyte unturned.

Yes. Can you hold, please?

- Can you help me?
- One moment. I'll be right with you.

Thank you for holding.

Uh-huh. And what time did this occur?

Do you happen to have a
make and model of the car?

Were there any other witnesses?

Sheriff Chambers.

- Gun!
- Get back. Get the fuck back.

- Get over here.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay.

- Get the fuck down.
- Okay. Oh.

Give me your fucking gun.

Okay.

Oh, shit, Ruby.

Put pressure on it.

- Maybe we can work this out.
- Shut up!

I'm David Rossi with the FBI.

Go fuck yourself, David Rossi.

David.

Let me try.

Ruby, please, hang in there.

I don't know if they're
gonna listen to you,

but they might listen to me.

Hang in there.

Hello. I'm-I'm with the FBI, too.

I'm not, I'm not an
agent. I don't have a gun.

My name is Penelope Garcia,
and I just want to help.

I don't know your names,

but I know what happened to
you, and I know why you're here.

A group of men... some of
who you knew and trusted...

they invited you to a party,
and you drank and you danced

and you had fun, and at some
point, you blacked out. Yeah?

And when you came to,
you were at your house

or maybe you were in your car,

but you knew what those
men had done to you.

There was nothing you could do.

There was nobody that you could go to

because they were cops.

That's not true.

I went to this fucker.

You know so fucking much?

Huh? Did he tell you that?

Did he?

No. He did not.

I went to him because I
knew he wasn't one of them.

But that didn't fucking matter.

You want to know why?

Because he just didn't
fucking believe me.

He'd made up his mind about
girls like me and my friend.

I want to help you both.

- What's your name?
- Hey.

You know why we're here, right?

Then you give us the goddamn video,

and maybe we don't use
Sheriff Chambers here

for target practice.

We don't have it. We
don't know where it is,

but if you can tell me where
to look, maybe we can find it.

So you can destroy it?

What? No.

No.

I believe you.

This shit has happened to too many of us

for me to not believe you.

But shooting anyone is not gonna help.

I want you to be heard.
I want you to get justice.

You can shoot every one
of these fucking bastards,

and it's not gonna make
what happened to you go away.

But we can hold them accountable

if you help me find that tape.

Tell her.

Check Deputy Devante Lares's locker.

Check Deputy Lares's locker.

Go.

Okay. What's your name?

Maria.

And my friend here, Ruby,

she needs a f... she
needs a fucking doctor

- real bad.
- Okay.

I can see that. The
paramedics are just outside,

but they're not gonna come
in until they know it's safe.

So, if...

I can't help Ruby unless
you both surrender.

- But the video?
- You're gonna have to trust me.

Maria, no. Ride or die.

Just-just get the fucking tape. Okay?

- Here you go.
- Okay, okay.

- I've got it.
- Get my laptop. Hold on.

Okay? I can get it.

- All right.
- I can get it.

Even if it's encrypted, I can
do it. This is what I do.

Okay?

It's there.

All of it.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Ruby, Maria, I promise

people will know the
truth. I swear, I swear.

- Lock it down.
- Let's go.

It's okay. We're gonna be okay.

We're okay. We're gonna be okay.

All right.

Check right here. Take a look.

Control this bleeding.

Thank you.

My team did its job.

Yes, they did. Like I should have.

It's true.

When Maria and her friend came to me,

I took one look at them,

and I thought their story was bullshit.

Just a couple of party girls
trying to wiggle out of trouble

by pointing a finger at cops, but...

I should've listened.

You should've.

Which is why I think it's best that I...

resign.

This town deserves better.

Yeah, it does.

But...

the truth is, the badge is meaningless

without individuals

willing to sacrifice for justice.

What you did today,

I'm pretty sure

nobody else could.

Really?

Thank you.

You know, we weren't fighting.

We were just, uh...

figuring things out.

Because people who love each other,

that's what they do sometimes.

It-it makes sense that we
approach things differently,

but I don't want you
to think that anything

could ever come between us.

Ever.

I know that.

But it does feel swell to hear.

And-and I'm sorry that
I kept that a secret.

I should've told you from the start.

Yeah, well...

- next time.
- Yeah.

- Salud.
- Salud.

JJ, everything okay?

Oh, no, everything-everything's fine.

Everything's, um... great.

He... he just got accepted.

- Yes.
- Oh, my God. Okay, this-this is happening.

- Um...
- That's great.

Henry got into San Diego.

- Wow.
- Oh, fantastic.

Oh, my God.

Man, how many members
of this guy's family

did you kill anyway?

For years, ever since
I was a child really,

I resisted the urge.

And then, Deena vanished.

And somehow...

right away, I knew she'd been murdered.

And I felt jealous.

I felt as if another man had the nerve

to do what I'd only fantasized about.

That's when I began
to study real killers.

Stalk real victims. Young women.

Like Deena.

I'd break into their
homes when they were away.

And then, when they were there sleeping,

I'd stand over them.

Relishing the fact that I
held their lives in my hands.

You held that belt that you're wearing

in your hands, too, didn't you?

You just can't help yourself.

You need to show off.

You can't accept that you
don't hold all the cards.

You do think I'm pathetic.

I think you need to
walk before you can run.

What the fuck does that mean?

It means that, if you want me to start

bowing down and calling you a god,

stop being a fucking reflection of me

and start being yourself.

Now, what did you want to show me?

It feels as if my whole life
has been building up to this.

And yet, you need my help.

Where'd you get that?

I guess I'm a better poker
player than you thought.

But I do hold all the cards.

- Bullshit.
- You sure about that?

I'll fucking kill you.

You're not gonna fucking kill me.

You're not even gonna have me arrested

because you know I wouldn't have

walked in here if I didn't have a plan

for this.

Now who's pathetic?

- Synced and corrected by naFraC -
- www.addic7ed.com -