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Previously on
Criminal Minds Evolution...

Looks like there's been an active killer
up here for decades

that we never knew about.

Love the enthusiasm,
but the brass is not gonna like this.

Part of Doug Bailey's skill set is knowing
where the department's focus is.

He wants to shut down the BAU.

Whoa, that's another kill kit.

We thought these cases were connected
in the shipping container,

Rory Gilcrest, that spinal cord guy,
and now we have our smoking gun.

We thought the shipping container
ended in 2020 because of the pandemic,

instead, the UnSub gathered followers
that he's now activating.

This is a network.

Kill yourself
before you get caught.

That's the devil's bargain
for joining the network.

Some of the lab techs are starting
to call this UnSub Sicarius.

We stop Sicarius...

Not even Bailey can touch us.

Who's that?

It's Moose.

He's my floof.
He's a big ol' goofball.

You don't say.

We found the hole.
It's empty. No kill kit.

Because he's got it already.

Backup's on the way.
What's your twenty--

Suspect is about 200 yards west
to the highway,

headed toward the access road. Let's go.

Do not box him in.

We need to take him alive.

Suspect is armed.
He has fired on officers.

We're not letting him go.

Listen to me, if he thinks he's cornered,
he's going to--

Duh!

Shit!

Kill kit's intact.

Yeah. We recovered the kill kit.
Not so much with the UnSub.

I'm never going to get it.

Oh, don't say that.

Everybody's gotta start somewhere, okay?

You just gotta practice.
Slow down. Just clear your mind.

I can't. You're talking.

Hey, five minutes.
We're gonna be late.

- Ignore your mother. Just...
- I heard that.

Nice! Thattagirl!

Alright, go inside.

Authorities have moved the suspect to...

Ah! I hate it
when Gwennie's parents bring snacks.

It's always orange slices
because they're poor.

Hey. You know who's not rich? Us.

Holly, come on. Let's go.

- Mom, have you seen my phone?
- Oh, morning, kiddo.

Why don't use the find-my-phone thingy?

Maybe you left it next to Sabrina's
vape pen at the party last night.

Huh?

- You suck, did you steal my phone?
- You left it.

Well, that doesn't mean
you can just take it.

Oh, no, no, no, no, freeze. Stop.

Harlow, do you have her phone?

Okay, take your stuff, get her phone,

- get in the car.
- Arrgh!

You, explain yourself.

Yes, there was vaping last night.
No, I didn't do it. I swear.

I was making fun of Sabrina on text,
and then Madison joined in--

Alright, stop, stop. Just get in the car.

Your mother and I need to talk about this.

Harlow, you are dead.

- Do you buy it?
- I don't know. I...

She's got a good head on her shoulders.
So, I think I do.

Yeah, maybe she just got us all fooled.

Maybe she's having sex.

- Maybe she's a vegan.
- Oh, honey... No.

Our kids will never be vegans.

I like having you around.

You sure you gotta get back
on the road so soon?

Pandemic's over.
Systems aren't gonna maintain themselves.

Well, remember, you've got maintenance
to do around here, too.

I know.

Alright, we're gonna be late.
We'll be back around six.

Oh, and the water bill.
Something's wrong with the autopay again.

Ohh!

Morning, Chad. The girls aren't--

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Voit.

Uh, but the lacrosse team is doing
their annual fundraiser

for this year's training trip,

and I was wondering if you might need
any magazine subscriptions.

You know, actually, we get most of
our news online nowadays.

So I think we're good.

Uh, thanks anyway.
Sorry for the inconvenience.

Oh, for Christ's sake...

Hey, we talked about this, son.
You gotta assert yourself.

- How are you doin', Hal?
- Hey, you mind helping out?

Oh, come on, Voit.
Where's your school spirit?

Let me take a look.

What are you looking for,
Good Housekeeping?

Just pick the one with the football phone
and move on.

Son of a bitch...

Football phone?

Here you go.

Thank you so much, Mr. Voit.

You should start receiving issues
in four to six weeks,

and if you don't, there's a number
on the back you can call.

Have fun at camp, Chad.

Okay. Good job, buddy.

See, sometimes you gotta push
a little bit.

Just like with the girls.

Good dog.

In the face of pain,
there are no heroes.

George Orwell.

Thank you.

This fucking guy.

Tara's on her way in.

Well, we should get going.

God, I love your commute.

When they told me
I'd be working out of Quantico,

I thought I'd be fighting beltway traffic
every morning. Oof!

Remember that next time you ask me
to go out in the city.

Uh, about that...

I've been thinking
about giving up my place.

Oh! And move down here?

Yeah, something like that.

Oh, um...

I... I mean, it's just a thought.

Like, what would happen
when you go back to DoJ?

Then I'll make the commute.

I've been doing it
the opposite way already.

Yeah, and here I thought I was just
geographically convenient.

Look, I... I know it's fast.
I don't mean to pressure you.

No, it's...
I'll think about it.

Okay.

You're the agent who found
the container in Seattle.

The one on the Sicarius case.

Uh, I'm sorry, who are you?

Have they identified the bodies?

My daughter has been missing
since 2007...

Okay, um, we don't have any information
we can share just yet.

But if you follow me,
I can show you to the family room.

I've been waiting in the family room

with all these people for hours now.

So, some guy just sent you
the kill kit transponder codes?

It was encrypted,
and I shouldn't assume gender,

but yeah.

Does that make him, uh... an informant,
or a co-conspirator?

Does it matter?

They forced me here. When I get them,
I'm gonna give them a knuckle sandwich

with these two knu...

Oh, but it is so nice to see you,
my fine furry friends.

Ohh! Did I ever tell you guys about
that time that the hot dog filter

went on the fritz at SOAR?

Oh, but we can't talk about that
right now.

We have to talk about sad things.

What do we have on this fuckhead?

Sicarius?

Sir, I... I was able to find
a hidden message app

on all of the suicidal UnSubs' phones,

and that helped me identify
a discussion platform that Si...

Nope, no. That f... F...

It doesn't sound like coming.

I found the site that the UnSub network
has been using to communicate.

So far, I can only get the public posts,

but all signs point to this
is how they're coordinating.

How does he find them
in the first place?

Well, I mean, considering the pandemic

shifted his behavior from actively killing
to finding others to do it for him,

we can assume that most of
that recruitment happened online.

But a serial killer, I mean,
who's willing to die?

A suicide pact takes leverage.

He'd have to have intimate details
to get somebody off themselves.

We have seen a lot of
self-radicalization dude isolation.

We said he's a good profiler.
He profiles his victims.

He profiles his followers.

I mean, are we talking about
a cult leader here?

Well, maybe. Or maybe
he thinks he's an artist,

giving out kill kits
like they're paintbrushes,

teaching the next generation
of serial killers.

We know one way he got good at it.

I mean, every single body
in that container was a low-risk target:

homeless, runaways, drug user.

You know, people least likely
to be reported missing.

Some of them were more than
a thousand miles

from where they disappeared.

The question is, how do we shut him down?

Okay, well, Alvarez and I
can take the kill kits, right?

Who manufactured them,
where they're from.

Could give us a geo-profile
that'll help us figure out

where this network's gonna strike next.

All right, then, let's get on it.

Hey, can we address
the elephant in the room?

I mean, this is a huge case,
and we have huge target on our backs.

Deputy Director Bailey wants this guy.

We're not going anywhere. Not yet.

We've got an ace up our sleeve.

Penelope Garcia identified
the GPS transponders for 13 kill kits

the UnSub buried around the country.

With help from local police,
we have recovered ten.

Including the one from the suspect
who killed himself yesterday.

Yes, three of the kits were dug up
before we're able to get to them.

Which means you have
three potential serial killers

who seem highly likely to kill themselves
under pressure.

If an UnSub wants to take himself out
of the equation, what's the big deal?

Well, the big deal is that, uh,
every suspect is a potential lead

to the head of the network.

When they die, that lead goes away.

We need to take this thing down
from the top.

Even if we were to eliminate
the remaining suspects

or they eliminate themselves,

what's to stop him from just restarting
the network again and again?

What you're describing sounds
remarkably like a terror cell.

Have you considered bringing
in Domestic Terrorism?

Sir, domestic terrorism's expertise
is in anti-government,

anti-authority groups.

There's no evidence of that here.

We're dealing with a network
of serial killers

who are driven by compulsion,
not politics.

Even if you're right, a public
demonstration of strength

would make people feel safe.

But it wouldn't make them safe.

DT would put in protocols
that we show every card we have.

That'd give Sicarius the chance to adapt.

Agent Prentiss,

If I'm going to make your case
to the director,

he needs to know that the right resources
are being deployed on a problem.

The BAU is the right resource.

They need to prove it.

I'll hold off the brass as long as I can.

Thank you, sir.

You two-faced little jerk.

I'm so proud of you.

- I'm so excited.
- Hey, how did it go?

We won. That's not "the news."

I got in! Daddy, I got in!

Ohh! Uh...

Braxton Academy.

We applied last spring.

They send 20 percent of their students
to the Ivy League!

Private school.

- Congratulations!
- Thank you!

It means I'm gonna be all alone
on the bus next year.

Score!

Yeah, I'm really torn up about not
having to babysit you anymore.

What happened to public school?

We told her that if she got the grades
and she got in...

- Elias, it's her dream.
- It's expensive.

Hey, lockdown burned through
most of our savings,

- business is not that--
- I know. I know, I know.

We will figure it out, okay?

She's so excited.

- Oh, hi.
- Oh, hey. Uh...

Wouldn't you be more comfortable
in the High Tech Room?

You know, I need to burn more

sage and rosemary and juniper,
and salt the corners.

You know what I learned
in startup culture

is that it's good to be social
while you work.

Also, we need a foosball table.

Okay.

Um, so how did you find
their discussion forum?

That cuckold bull guy, Robert Harris,

he had a messaging thing on his phone,

hidden behind a fake weather app.

And the family annihilator, Rory Gilcrest,
had the same one on his phone.

Uh, True Crime is one of
the most popular topics across all media.

And that's a challenge for us.

See, just in this form,
there are 558,000 members,

so looking for the specific ones
that we need,

it's like finding a straw-colored needle
in a haystack.

Well, first we need to narrow down
the suspect pool.

Ooo! In narrowing news, I identified
two people we've seen before.

Now, based on their posts,

these are the three UnSubs
that have offed themselves,

and because I got into their phones,

I discovered they each chatted
with this individual.

Who is 45125?

I don't know!

He's some sort of terrible Yoda
for serial killers,

doling out copious advice,
everybody's trying to get his attention.

Sicarius.

Okay, we need to know
who else he's been talking to.

All of the direct messages
go through different servers.

You know what I can do?

I can cross reference everyone
on this forum

with anyone Mr. 45125
has had any public chatting with

and we got...

Ohh! Still too big of a haystack.

Truth, the angel's music.

This significant
yet smaller stack contains

the three Unsubs with the kill kits
and my informant.

Alright, well, let's start searching
through this big ol' haystack.

Cam, I need more work.

My little girl just got a big opportunity,
and we're trying to make it happen.

Yeah, about that. The company
is starting to make cutbacks.

And business just isn't coming back
the way that we thought.

And that's why you need
to put me back on the road.

I'm the best sales engineer that you have.

Actually, Elias, your role is one of
the ones that's gonna be eliminated.

Wait, are you firing me?

Its... it's a reduction in force...

and we're gonna need you
to return the company card.

Whoa, I have a wife and kids,

my little girl is about to start school,
how am I supposed to pay for that?

Well, sales engineers are in high demand.
You're a good worker.

I'm sure you'll land on your feet.
I'm... I'm just really sorry.

That's awesome.
I hear they have a killer lax team.

You know, you should apply.
We could carpool.

Holly, don't get his hopes up.

Those fancy-ass schools
ain't looking a kid like Chad.

Here we go.

What, you think she got into Braxton
because she's better than you? No.

They just need to diversify,
like everywhere else.

There's no place for a clean cut
all-American kid anymore.

They are all looking for weirdos.
The Orchestra.

Birdwatchers. Alternative-whatever...

Mr. Sparks, I got into Braxton
because I worked my ass off.

Of course you did.

You know, equality just means
an even playing field, right?

You be careful, little girl.

The world can seem
awfully simple at your age.

Hey, is there a problem?

Nah, there's no problem.

Your little girl just seems
to think she's a grown-up.

Old enough to recognize a sad drunk.

Holly, go inside.

Yeah, run off to mama, shoo.

Hey, don't talk to my daughter that way.

Or what?

Come on, let's see your best swing,
huh, have at it.

Hal, today is not the day.

All talk, no action.

Blah, blah, blah, blah...

You fucking beta cuck.

You ain't gonna do shit.

Just stay away from my family, okay?

At least that little bitch has the balls
to stand up for herself.

What a jerk.

Somebody should do something
about that guy.

I'm glad you're not that somebody.

That suicide in Virginia,
the guy in the woods,

that was one of ours?

- Yes.
- Good.

- Then it's my turn.
- No.

You told me if I gave you money,
I could cut the line.

We had a setback.

I know. I watched the news.

First the FBI found
your little treasure chest.

Then they found your transponders.
How is that my problem?

That's your problem,
because more and more of us

have stopped following the rules,

which means I have more
and more loose ends to tie up.

So, you wait.

I just hope you have
a good exit strategy.

I do.

By the time FBI figure anything out,
the network will be gone.

- So will I.
- And the rest of us?

Those who bankrolled you,
what happens to us?

I won't end up like the others.
I'm not putting a gun to my head.

Then let's make a deal.

You send me the same amount
of money as the first time,

and I'll move you to the top of the list.

- So, I'm next?
- No, not next.

Someone else who has to go
first. I need to see if he pulls through.

That's not fair.
I have new toys, I wanna use them.

Then do what I tell you, Benjamin.
The rules are there for a reason.

Follow them and you won't have
to put a gun to your head.

Now are you going
to send the money or not?

I'll consider it.

It's disgusting.

Sicarius is like a celebrity
to these people.

Everything they write is to impress him.

There's a post on how to dissolve
a body using hydrochloric acid.

They're not just competing
for his attention, but...

they're also giving each other
how-to tips for murder.

Yeah, in addition
to the disgusting advice,

they're also sharing stuff
about themselves.

While you've been looking
into unknown users,

I delved into the UnSubs
we're already aware of.

So, Harris, that cuckold bull aficionado,

he wrote this piece about how
he wanted to paralyze the world,

and then he wrote a bunch of posts
saying even if damaged,

he would dominate till the end.

Gilcrest wrote this thing
about defeating a security system

and taking out a family.

It's not just fan fiction, its...

creepy auditions.

And they're doing it in a place
they know Sicarius will see them.

- And he gave them kill kits.
- Specific kits.

So, Harris gets a paralytic
off the dark web

to go with the drugs
he's already prescribed.

Gilcrest gets a jammer.
It's like murder Christmas.

Except here's the rub, some of those kits
were in the ground for ages.

There's no way Sicarius
would know in advance

what people wanted in them.

He's picking candidates
based on kits he's already buried.

Selecting the killer to fit the kit.
Not the other way around.

Oh, my God.
Penelope, you are a genius.

Increasingly so, it's the self-care.

Yeah, but here's the chicken
and the egg problem.

If we knew what was in those kits,
we'll be able narrow our search.

But we need the kill kits
in order to track down the UnSubs.

Or maybe we don't.

We may already know what's in those kits.

Oh!

Acid, strangulation and fire.

You're sure?

The only killing methods
represented in the container

not represented in these kill kits
are acid, strangulation and fire.

- That's helpful.
- That's exactly what we need.

Those MOs might point us toward
the three UnSubs we're looking for.

Hey, Penelope. New search.

So, this is what might be
in those kill kits we're missing.

Look, I know you want
to punch the guy in the face,

but what's that gonna do?
He's still gonna be our neighbor.

That guy's an asshole.

Honey, let it go.

What happened to the guy I married
who could let anything roll off his back?

Is it something else? Work?

You know, if you had done anything,
he would have probably called the cops.

Here. Maybe, um, I could take your mind
off of it.

Honey, talk to me.

When you get quiet like this,
it scares me.

I just gotta work some stuff out.

All talk, no action...
Blah, blah, blah, blah...

Beta cuck.

You ain't gonna do anything.

Ohh!

Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

Um, sorry about last night.
I'm... I'm better now.

I... You have work?

Emergency trip to Tulsa.

There's a bug in the system
I have to work out.

- Um, when you will be home?
- On Saturday.

Love you.

Love you.

So I don't have any candidates
for acid or strangulation,

but I do have one for fire.

Username ”Notorious”
over the past several months,

has made 37 posts
about El Fuego,

and several have gotten
the attention of our 45125 UnSub.

"I wait for the customer,
and when the customer asks for fire,

I rain fire."

And he goes on an excruciating detail
about the smell of burning flesh

and how the victims can't scream

because all the fire
has sucked up all the air.

Okay, wait, what's all this stuff
about a customer,

is this guy some kind of salesman
who lost it?

No. He's former military.

- Probably PTSD.
- How do you know that?

Because I know.

Well, if your spidey sense
is correct, sir,

and I'm sure it is, we can get
our paws on those records

because the DoD catalogs everything.

So, all I have to do
is cross-reference details

from these posts with records
from the Pentagon, and in mere seconds...

We are gonna have... pickles.

Apparently while I was away,

the DoD decided to patch
that hole in their firewall

I told them about in 2012.

I guess they decided
to take cyber more seriously.

I... um, I might have another way in.

Hey, does the DoJ have access to military
after-action reports?

I need you to do me a favor.

Tyler Green served two tours
in Afghanistan,

working military intelligence.

He was a spotter for drone strikes.

His job was to lure enemy
targets into the kill zone,

observe the attack, and report back.

How did you know?

The customer's always right, aren't they?

- Uh-huh?
- What are we missing?

Drone pilots and spotters refer to their
assignments as coming from the customer.

Might be the CIA or a classified op,
it doesn't matter.

They're trained to give the customer
what they want.

And now some of them suffer from PTSD
because they're questioning what they did.

If that's not serial killer training,
I don't know what is.

- I know.
- It gets worse.

After several reprimands for drug use
and refusal to follow orders,

Green received
an other than honorable discharge

when he started publishing videos
of the aftermath

of drone strikes online.

- This is our guy.
- Thank you.

Hey, you're very welcome.

There's just one more thing.

We all know the numbers on PTSD
and suicide.

We also know that's a precondition
Sicarius uses to recruit his followers.

If this UnSub has some form of IED,

he's gonna use it.

Curbside is for vehicle
loading and unloading only.

No parking, waiting, or stopping

until your passengers are curbside
and ready to load.

You are talking about
a disgruntled threat,

potentially with an incendiary device
in our nation's capital.

If that doesn't qualify
as domestic terrorism,

you tell me what does.

You told me this network wasn't political.

Sure seems that way now.

Typical bureaucratic bullshit.

While the BAU is doing all the real work,
you try starving us to death.

And now that we're on the five-yard line,

you show up to take credit
for the touchdown.

It's your call.

Just know that if we don't bring in DT,
and this goes wrong,

I don't know how much I can protect
any of you.

The BAU built this case
from the ground up.

Can we make it a joint operation?

- Emily...
- I have no choice.

I've got a location on Green's cell phone.

We're all on the same team.

Look, JJ, get this guy.

Commander, we need
to take this guy by surprise.

You march your men out there
in full riot gear,

he's going to see us coming a mile away.

We'll take it under advisement.

Do we have eyes?

Knockout has the target in our sights.

Distance 800 meters.

Wait a minute. They have a sniper?

He's there as a contingency.

You'd prefer no plan B?

Deputy Director, we haven't confirmed
the suspect is armed.

If they take this guy out,
we can't track him back to the ringleader.

He's our only lead on
the most elusive killer in 15 years.

Thank you, but we have
more pressing issues right now.

He's heading into the park.

He's got this planned.

There are only two ways
in or out of here.

This guy has military training.

If he gets into the park,
those people in there are sitting ducks.

We need to move now.

That's not your call. You are observers.

I need a SITREP.

Target does not appear
to have a detonator,

but, sir, if he goes
through the park gate,

we're going to be trouble
getting a clear shot.

Whoa, what the hell are you guys doing?

- I'm not losing another one.
- Let's go.

This is a bad idea.

Sir, we've got a problem.

We have agents in the kill zone.

Order them back.

Sorry, DT isn't my command.

Rossi, if you don't pull your agents
away from that target,

I will relieve you from your role
as BAU Team Leader.

Excellent. I never wanted it
in the first place.

Sir, I can't get a clean shot.

It's too crowded.

If that man has a bomb
and those agents die, this is on you.

Hi, excuse me. I think I'm lost.

I'm trying to get
to the Lincoln Memorial...

Get off of me!

Where's the detonator?

Sir, the target is down.

Hello, thank you for coming.

This afternoon, agents
with the FBI's Domestic Terrorism Unit

apprehended an associate
in a network of serial killers

as he was attempting to carry out
a terror attack in Washington D.C.

What the hell is this?

This is how he makes his move.

It doesn't matter if it was a BAU win,

it just matters
if he can put it on the DT's scorecard.

He's practically daring them all
to disappear.

This is bullshit.

The BAU caught Tyler Green,
you wank weasel!

No place you can run.
No place you can hide

with the long arm of justice
will not find you.

- Hey, babe. I was just about to call.
- Hi.

- How'd work go today?
- Uh, as expected.

The new guy fumbled
the installation, you know.

It just goes to show
if you want something done right,

sometimes you gotta do it yourself.

- Okay, well. I love you.
- Okay. Love you too.

- Okay, bye.
- Bye.

Prentiss, a moment.

We need to talk about the BAU's future
handling the Sicarius case.

Considering the unit did all the legwork
that caught our lead suspect,

I think they've acquitted themselves.

And in the process
violated any trust I had in them.

- Agents Alvez and--
- No, I'm not talking about them.

I'm talking about Tara Lewis
and Rebecca Wilson.

Did you really think
you can hide that from me?

It wasn't my call, but I stand by it.

No, you didn't make that call, Rossi did.
And he falls on the sword.

I'm relieving him of his position
as head of the unit.

You need to find a new team leader.

Someone who will report directly to me.

I found someone.

Who?

Me.

As Section Chief,
I make all staffing decisions.

And my decisions are final.

Yes, they are.

It also means I can fire you.

If given cause.

Considering all you're going
to be taking on, doing double duty,

I just hope you don't give it to me.

We'll see.

But, hey, good luck.

Did you take firearms training
as Deputy Director?

Excuse me?

You did. You must've.

But you've never pulled your gun
in the line of duty, have you?

Never faced down a psychopath?

You're a hedge fund manager with a badge.

You have never done anything.

So when my team closes this case,

I'm not the one who is going to need
to worry about her job.

Excuse me.

So it seems like
you learned a few new words.

Startup culture has its own lexicon, sir.

I have to put a malware scan
on your computer.

- What?
- Yeah.

Hey, um, I thought you'd be home already.

I saw the press conference.

You doing okay?

Yeah. Yes. Just another day at the BAU.

I mean, at least we got another bad guy
off the street, right?

He knows.

My boss at Justice called.

Apparently, Bailey still has
some loyalists over there.

I'm so sorry.

I knew what I was getting myself into
the minute I picked up that phone.

I knew it could cost me a very
uncomfortable conversation

with the U.S. Attorney,
and I did it anyway.

Because of you.

The irony of it all is that they're
pulling me back to D.C. because of it,

so uh, I guess that backfired.

Um, I mean, you can't go.

I have to.

No, I mean,
you can't move back to the city.

I want... I want you to move in.

Tara, you practically froze up
when I even suggested it this morning.

Please, don't do this
because you think it's what I want.

No, I did. Right. I froze up.

You know, I just... it takes me
a little bit of time...

with relationships.

I mean, I guess a profiler
would say I have trust issues.

But this... this afternoon...

watching and thinking
that my friends were

gonna get blown up, I just...

I just wanted you to hold my hand.

So, if it's not too
geographically inconvenient for you,

I would really, really like for you
to consider moving in with me.

Okay.

Uh, excuse me, we got a problem.

The device Green
was carrying was a fake.

Filled with dish soap and mineral oils.
Completely inert.

Wait, what?

Why would a serial killer
be carrying a fake bomb?

I don't know.

- And he's refusing to talk.
- Why is this not adding up?

CST found the actual
volatile components from the kill kit,

all neutralized
and made safe for disposal.

He also tapped into the security cameras,
monitoring entrances to the park.

To record what?

There wasn't going to be an explosion.

Not what, who?

Tyler Green spotted targets for the army.

That's what he was doing in that park.

Trying to lure Sicarius into the open.

To get into that park,

Sicarius would have had
to walk through one of those gates.

Meaning Green would have got him
on camera, but we moved too early.

- Damn it.
- Oh, hold on.

First, we did what we thought was right.

And second, hey, that's big leap.

Can you prove it?

Who is she, Tyler?

That's your sister.

She went missing 15 years ago.

According to your personal history
and your military records,

you searched for her for 10 years.

And then you stopped.

You know what I think?

Based on your behavior, I think
you figured out who killed her.

You didn't join that network.

You infiltrated it to find Sicarius.

Tyler...

are we on the same side?

You people want...

everything.

I'm not talking.

Okay, so he's not a serial killer.

He's a vigilante.

How did he get closer
than we did, though?

He had help. From us.

Penelope, they found this
on him when he was arrested.

These are the coordinates
for the kill kits.

How did he get them?

Oh, my God.

He's my informant.

You know, there was a time when I would
have gotten a real rush out of this.

Just escaping the benign minutia
of everyday life

with the exhilaration of murder.

Now it just kinda keeps me level.

Especially when people let me down.

But you not gonna let me down, are you?

No.

Uh, I thought I could let other people
do it for me

but apparently,
people cannot follow instructions.

You tell 'em not to leave a body,
they go and make a whole scene.

You tell them not to kill anyone
that can be linked to them,

and they murder a former lover.

I don't understand what is so difficult
about following a few simple rules.

I mean, it's not hard.

I did it. With you.

Didn't I, Hal?

I'm not the guy.
I'm not Hal.

- You are tonight.
- I'm not! Please!

God, why me?

Because you cannot be linked to me.

Jesus Christ,
haven't you been paying attention?

Also because Moose here
will not leave a body.

Please, no!

But mostly, because you look a lot

like my next-door neighbor Hal.

Who's an asshole.

Clearly, I can't go and kill him

because that would be breaking
way too many rules.