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- I don't care what
Dr. Heller said or thinks.

The only treatment
that makes sense here

is posterior fossa
decompression, end of story.

Yeah, Tom, I know he's
the head of neurosurgery.

But that doesn't
mean he's right.

- That's fine; I'm happy to
find a new place to work.

Pretty sure it
won't take too long.

- Dr. Hendrix?

Sorry to bother you,
but we just added

another surgery to your
schedule tomorrow at 10:00.

Just wanted to
confirm that's okay.

- I'm supposed to fly to Boston.

I'm giving a speech at Harvard.

- The patient is the
secretary of state.

His primary physician
asked for you and only you.

- Okay. Fine.

No, I'm not discussing
this anymore, Tom.

No, my decision is final.

Oh, okay.

Good to hear.

I'm glad the
almighty Dr. Heller

finally has seen the light.

Thanks for letting me know.

- So why blue?

Why entrench this kid
in the male patriarchy

right off the bat?

Why not like, a pink or orange?

- Or maybe purple.
- I'm serious.

We have an opportunity
here to mold this child

into someone that's unattached
to convention and cliché.

- Yeah, that's very true.

I like the color
blue. But don't worry.

We are gonna find
a way for our kid

to be awesome and
enlightened, okay?

- Yeah, and blue is
my favorite color too.

Okay,
we're just arguing

for the sake of arguing?
Is this what happened?

- Yeah.
- Come on.

Oh, hold on.

- What's up?
- Oh.

- You okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I just got really dizzy.

- Okay. You wanna
call Dr. Chin?

- No.

No, I'm okay.

- But you almost
just passed out.

- Yeah, I'm eight
months pregnant.

It happens all the time.
- No, not like that it doesn't.

- Okay. Well, yeah,
I'll call him then.

- Just got a homicide
case, Federal Park.

- Okey-dokey.
- Okay.

- I'll see you later.

- Call Dr. Chin.

- Okay. I will.

- Detective Ross, 31st precinct.

Victim is a male, white,
age 42, stabbed in the neck.

Small puncture wound too.

Kind of odd.

I'm guessing a paring
knife, maybe an awl.

- Oh, my God.

- Is this a robbery?
- Unknown.

Victim had no clothes
or valuables on him

when the body was discovered.

- What the hell?

- Dr. Paul Hendrix, single, 42,
highly-acclaimed neurosurgeon.

Let's expand on that profile.

Does he have any
enemies? Any stalkers?

Disgruntled exes?

Let's dig into his social
media, phone records.

But this is not
just any old murder.

Um... viewer discretion advised.

The victim's hands and arms
were manipulated and bound

to make it appear as
if he were praying.

So yeah.

What is the killer
trying to tell us?

All right, go to work.

- I'll start checking
to see if there's anyone

in Dr. Hendrix's life
who's a religious zealot

or part of some type of cult.
- Initiative noted. I like it.

Security footage...
What do you got for me?

- Yeah, we've been
scrubbing all the video

we can find near the hospital.

We have Dr. Hendrix leaving the
hospital, talking to a nurse.

But we haven't been able to
find anything near the site

of the abduction, and
there are no cameras

facing the park where
the body was found.

- We're still searching
and scrubbing, yeah?

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

- Wait. I have something.
- Mm.

- Dr. Paul Hendrix
filed a police report

with the 27th
Precinct last week,

said that a man named
Derek Lawson threatened

and assaulted him in front
of New York hospital.

- Now we're talking.

Tell me more about
Monsieur Lawson.

- Age 33, one prior
conviction for battery,

works in construction, is a
member of Local 79, LIUNA,

Laborers' International
Union of North America.

- All right, get his last-known
address to Maggie and OA.

- I have eyes on Lawson.

- Copy that.

- Derek Lawson?

- Can I help you?

- FBI. I have a few
questions for you.

- Yeah, sorry.
Not in the mood.

Hey!

OA, there's blood in the truck.

- Show me your hands! Now!

- Get out.
- The hell?

- You're gonna come
and talk with us,

whether you're in
the mood or not.

- Dr. Hendrix?

What the hell does
he have to do...

- He's dead.

Somebody killed him last night.

- You think I killed him?

That's ridiculous.

- You threatened him last
week, and now he's dead.

And then we find
blood in your car.

You ask me, that's
not ridiculous.

- That's not...

I hit a dog while driving
home the other night.

Poor thing was dying.
I tried to save him.

Took him to one of
those 24-hour vets.

Died anyway.

It cost me $864 too.

You should arrest
that vet, not me.

- All right, when
did this happen?

- Two nights ago.

- Okay, we will assume you
were telling the truth.

You hit a dog. That happens.

But what about you
threatening Dr. Hendrix, huh?

- It's all true.

- Why did you threaten him?

- Look, I was just...

I was having a bad day.

I wanted to tell that arrogant
prick what I thought of him.

- Why are you so angry with him?

- He killed my wife!

Smug bastard postponed his
surgery because a younger,

healthier guy needed surgery,

thought his life
mattered more than hers.

He lives. Lisa dies.

So yeah, I got rage.

I mean, who does this guy
think he is, huh, God?

If he had performed
the operation

when it was originally
planned, she'd still be alive!

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- No one can blame you
for wanting revenge.

- No.

No way.

I wasn't looking for
that kind of revenge.

I was going to sue his
ass for malpractice.

Had a lawyer and everything.

- Where were you last night
between 7:00 and 10:00?

- In Queens, at my brother's
house watching the Yankees.

- Hey, Jubal.

- Hey, Maggie,
what's your status?

- We have Lawson in custody.

Why? What's up?

- I need you two elsewhere.

- Two bodies in 24 hours...

That is a hell of a timetable.

- Yeah, I'm guessing he's
not done killing, either.

- Jim just retired
from the army.

He was doing really well too.

He just published his
memoir about his experience

in Afghanistan and Iraq.

- I look forward to reading it.

I did two tours in Iraq...

2nd Battalion, 75th
Ranger Regiment.

- Jim was a colonel.

He was in charge
of a lot of men.

That... that's what
the book focused on,

making hard decisions,
sending young men into battle

knowing some of them will die.

In fact, "The New York
Times" just reviewed it.

They raved about it.

- Ma'am, did your
husband have any enemies?

Anybody harassing
him or stalking him?

- No.

Not that I know of, anyway.

- Do you know anyone by
the name Paul Hendrix,

a doctor, neurosurgeon?

- No. Why?

- He was murdered last
night in the same manner

that your husband was.

- So there's a serial
killer out there?

Is that what you're telling me?

- Interesting thing here
is, there's no bruising,

which means the killer
flayed the victims

and then manipulates the hands

into the praying
position post-mortem.

- So he kills them and then
mutilates and poses them?

- Exactly.

- Any third-party DNA?

- No, nothing.

Looks like he goes for
the kill pretty quickly.

Puncture wound to the neck,
carotid artery ruptures,

victims bleed out,
so there's no time

or opportunity to fight back.

After that, he sort of...

plays with the body.

- So to put this
into plain English,

we are dealing with a sick
and violent maniac here.

- Yeah.

You can put it that way.

- All right, folks, so Derek
Lawson's alibi checks out,

which means our killer
is still out there.

Two bodies in 24 hours...
It's quite a clip.

So let's talk about
our most recent victim,

retired and decorated combat
soldier, Colonel James Logan.

Body was found in a dumpster,

but based on evidence
at the scene,

it appears he was
killed elsewhere.

So let's try to figure
out where and when.

And in the meantime,
let's do a deep dive

into our two victims.

Let's see if we can't figure out

how these guys were connected.

I don't know, maybe they
knew each other socially,

professionally, romantically.

What, you got a video?

- Yeah, this is from the corner
from where the body was found.

- Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, ran facial rec, no luck.

- Okay, but we have a
lead, this man right here.

So let's chase it, yeah?
- All right, contact BAU.

I want a work-up
on the killer now.

And I want the name of
each and every store

in the city that sells
these prayer beads.

- I've been working on that.

The markings on them show
they're handmade in Italy,

so I reached out to the company,

and according to them,
they only shipped

to one place in New York.

- Okay. Do we have an address?

- Yes, it's a seminary
gift shop in the city.

- Hopefully someone here can
help us identify this prick.

- Scola, come on.

Have some respect.
- Oh, sorry.

- I take it you're not...
- Religious? No.

I went to mass a
few times as a kid,

a couple times
after Douglas died,

but it just didn't move the
needle for me, you know?

It's just so much hocus pocus.

- I see we have a
skeptic on our hands.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't...

- No, not a problem.

We're all free to
believe what we want.

Father Roger Burns.

- Special Agent Scola. This
is Special Agent Wallace.

- Please.

- So we're trying
to identify someone

who bought some rosary beads
from the gift shop here.

This man look familiar to you?

- I'm pretty sure
that's Frank Silver.

- How do you know him?

Did he work or study here?

- He came here about six months
ago from Iowa, I believe.

Didn't have any
money, any friends.

He said that he
wanted to be a priest,

but he didn't have any
of the formal education

that we require, so I
offered him a job instead

in the maintenance department.

In the meantime, I suggested
that he take a couple

of courses at a local college.

- Does he still work here?

- No, we had to part
ways about a month ago.

- Why is that?

- Uh, his... his behavior
became a bit concerning.

He started saying
bizarre things,

like that he was
God in human form

and that he was here
to pass judgment

on all those pretending
to represent the Almighty.

I tried to get him some
help, but he refused.

And then he started
acting aggressively

towards the students
and the priests.

So I had no choice.

I feel terrible
that I couldn't...

- Do you have some sort of
personnel file we can see?

- Yeah.

Could you tell me what happened?

Did Frank do something wrong?

- It's a weird place to live.

- This is the address
that was on the building.

- Not that luxurious, but
a good place to hide out...

Or kill someone in.

- All right, let's split up.

Stay connected on comms.

- You hear that?

It's coming from this pew.

- FBI!

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Let's go. Up! Out!

Hands up. Hey, relax, relax.

- What are you doing?
- Just relax.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait.

What's your name, sir?

- Elliot.

Elliot Washburn.

- Why are you here, Elliot?

- No reason in particular.

Just looked like a good
place to sleep and pray.

But I was wrong.

The place is haunted.

I've been hearing noises.

I think there might
be ghosts in here.

- Have you seen anybody
else in the building?

- No.

But like I said, I hear voices.

- I think hear someone.

- Maggie, you okay?

- Yeah, I think so.

Please, please,
God, please help me.

Please.

- I think somebody's down here.

Please, God.

- Hey. Hey.

It's okay.

My name is Maggie.

I'm with the FBI.

You're gonna be okay.

I need an ambulance
to 4224 Belmont Drive.

Hey.

You're safe.

- I need you to ride to
the hospital with her.

Her name is Mary.

The second she's stable,
I need to speak with her.

- How is she?

- She's in really rough shape.

Hopefully she'll survive.

- I just don't get it.

He bound her hands like
the other two victims,

but he didn't kill her.

Why?

- Let's go.

- You guys clear back.

- This is his throne.

And those must be
his worshippers.

- There's another passage.

There's dried blood.

- That's skin.

- We are standing in
Silver's torture chamber.

- Seminary... This
has to be his bag.

There's a bunch of newspaper
clippings and some clothes.

It's a vanity piece
on Dr. Hendrix.

- "Top 40 Bachelors Under 50."

Says he's one of the most
revered neurosurgeons

in the country,
prefers career women

who play tennis
and love to cook.

- This one's about
Colonel Logan's book.

- Do you think that's
how he finds his victims?

He reads about
them in the paper?

- I really hope not
because there are a lot

of articles here.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Uh, So I talked to Dr. Chin,

and he's concerned
about my blood work.

- Concerned? Okay.

What does that mean?

- Good question.

I asked him the same
thing, but he told me

to meet him at the hospital.

- The hospital?

- Yeah, I'm just gonna go
and meet him there right now

and, uh, let you know.

- Okay. I'll meet you there.

- No, no, you don't need
to meet me there, okay?

I got it. I'll be fine.

- I'll meet you there.

- Okay.

- I gotta take
care of something.

I'll catch up with you.

- Yeah.

- A listeria infection?

What... what does that
mean? Is it serious?

- It's a bacterial infection.
And yes, it can be.

- Okay, is it caused from
maybe the gunshot wound?

- No, it usually
comes from some type

of contaminated food.

- Like food poisoning?

- In a way.

- Okay, but it's just
an infection, right?

So it'll pass?

- We hope so.

But we need to make
sure the infection

doesn't spread to the placenta.

So we need to begin
treatment right away

because the baby's heart
rate is starting to drop.

- What?

- We're okay for now.

But if the heartbeat
drops any lower,

we'll need to induce labor.

- Labor?

She's not due for another month.

- So what are the next steps?

- We need to push some
antibiotics into your system

through an IV.

- Okay. Let's do
whatever it takes.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it sounds like
it's just an infection.

- Wait.

Why am I so damn nervous?

- Because you love me.

It's okay.

All right? Go back to work.
- What?

- I'm just getting a damn IV.

It's really not
a big deal, okay?

I'll let you know if
something changes.

- You call me if you need me.

- I will.
- All right.

- We need to review more data,

but we do have some
preliminary thoughts.

Victim number one was
a renowned surgeon.

His brains and
skills saved lives.

Victim number two was a
decorated combat soldier,

sent scores of young people
into battle where some died.

- Both victims made
life-and-death decisions.

Why would Silver be
angry about that?

- Because he feels
like that's his domain.

It's a form of malignant
narcissism or God complex.

He kills the victims, binds
their hands in prayer,

and then flays them, like they
did to one of the apostles,

all because he thinks
that he, and only he,

should be making these types
of life-and-death decisions.

- It makes sense, I suppose.

- Unfortunately, he
is likely becoming

more emboldened after each kill.

It's exciting to him...

Reinforces the grandiosity
he craves so desperately,

which means there's
a good chance

that violence will accelerate.

- It can't go much faster
than it's already going...

Two kills in 24 hours.

- Doesn't mean he won't try.

The thrill is too much
for him to resist.

- So what about this woman
we found in the church, Mary?

I'm guessing her first name is
relevant to his God complex.

- I would assume so, but
I need to talk to her

before I offer an
opinion on that.

Is there an update on
her medical status?

- Yeah, hospital just
advised that she's stable.

We're sending two agents
over to interview her.

- I'd like to join.

- I'll let Agents Zidan and
Bell know you're sitting in.

- I met him at a soup kitchen.

I'm a social worker.

He was smart, and
he seemed kind...

uh, at first.

- When did he abduct you?

- Uh, four days ago.

I was walking to my car,
leaving the shelter, and...

He approached me and
said he needed money.

- Was he aggressive,
confrontational?

- Not at first.

But then when I said
no to his request,

he just started ranting
and raving, and...

I was trying to calm him down,
but he just kept berating me.

I tried to walk away, and
that's when he attacked me.

- What did he do?

- He had this small,
thin knife kind of thing,

and pressed it into my neck,

and told me to get my car

and drive him to
that horrible church.

- Mary, I'm really sorry
to ask you this question.

Did he...?

- Yeah.

He raped me, repeatedly.

He said that he chose me
like God chose Mother Mary,

that I'd give birth
to his divine son

who would be the
second coming of God.

- When did you last see him?

- Yesterday.

He gave me some scraps of food.

- Can you remember
any other details?

Maybe he mentioned
some names, places.

- I don't think so.

But like I said, we drove
to the church in my car.

So I'm guessing
he's still using it.

- Hey, Kelly, any luck on
Mary's car, hits on the BOLO?

- No, sir, but we
blasted it out wide,

every borough in the city.

- Okay, these are the clippings
we found in the church.

Any luck identifying
other potential targets?

Any articles about people
with godlike qualities?

- Not yet, but we're still
working our way through them.

- All right, focus on
the articles about people

whose profession can determine
another person's fate.

- I got something.

It's a fluff piece
published three days ago

on a local judge
who's presiding over

a current death penalty case.

He's quoted as saying, "Being a
jurist is akin to playing God.

You literally have

the defendant's
life in your hands."

- All right, let's
find this judge now.

- Courtroom's on
the third floor.

The judge is presiding
over a trial right now,

but the court officer
has been notified.

It's Nina's doctor.

- Yeah.
- So what's the plan?

- BAU think that the
courthouse is a bridge too far,

too risky and secure for Silver
to attempt anything inside.

- So it's likely he's
waiting for them outside.

- Exactly... so we're
gonna start a grid search

in the immediate vicinity.

- Is everything okay?
- No.

Nina's lactic acid
levels were too high,

and the baby's heart
rate's dropping,

which apparently means that
the antibiotics aren't working.

- So what happens now?

- They're gonna induce labor.

- Oh, right now?
- Whoa.

- Wow. Okay.
- You should probably go.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Jubal, any update?

- We've been scrubbing traffic
cams east of the courthouse.

We saw the red Toyota
drive by ten minutes ago.

- We have agents
on every street.

No one's reported seeing it.

- All right, then Silver must
have put it down somewhere.

- I've got eyes on the car,
north side of the street.

- Tiff sees it!

- It's empty.

Nothing.

- It's clear.

- Excuse me, sir,
how are you? FBI.

You know who was
driving that red car?

- Yeah, I saw that guy.

I told him he
couldn't park there,

and he laughed at me like
he was some big shot.

- Which way did he go?
- Toward the courthouse.

He slipped into that back door
right behind a delivery guy.

- Guys, I need you to
sit on that red car.

If the driver comes back,
take him into custody.

- Yes, sir. All right.

- Excuse me? What
room is Nina Chase in?

- One moment, I'll check.

- Can we speak in private?

This is more complicated
than we thought.

The infection has spread.

So I brought in a specialist
who's going to induce labor.

But because of the need
to perform a C-section,

Nina's currently
under anesthesia,

and she named you
her medical proxy,

which means I'll
need you to make

any further medical decisions.

- Yeah, sure. That's
not a problem.

- What I mean is, the infection
has caused lots of damage

to both Nina and
the unborn child.

- Right.

Which is why we're
inducing labor.

- Correct.

But there's a chance
we might only be able

to save one of them.

- One?

What are you... come on,
there has to be a way to...

- I know it's a lot
to digest, so please,

take a few minutes to decide.

- Decide what?

- Who takes priority.

- You're asking me to choose
between Nina and my baby?

- I'm sorry, but it's necessary.

Once they start the incision,

things will be
happening very fast.

The specialist will need
to know who to focus on.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

- I'm Special Agent Bell.

I will explain more in
a second, but right now,

I need to speak with the judge.

- There's no sign of Silver.

- Agent Bell, approach
the bench, please.

We're in a murder trial here.

What the hell is going on?

- We have reason to believe
that your life is in danger.

- What the hell are
you talking about?

- There's a man
in this building,

and we believe that he
intends to harm you.

So until we find him, I
need you to call a recess.

Shelter in your chambers
with the court officer.

- I'll do no such thing.

If you wanna stand guard in
the hallway, be my guest.

But this trial is
much too important.

- Your Honor, with
all due respect,

it is my job to protect you
and everyone in this courtroom.

Get the judge in his chambers
until I give an all-clear.

That's an order.

- Court is in recess
until further notice.

- Tiff?
- Yeah?

- Contact head of security.

Get every court
officer to secure

their respective
courtrooms. No one comes in.

No one goes out.
- I'm on it.

- All right, we need to split
up and cover more ground.

I'm gonna take the west end.
- Okay. I'll go east.

- I might have a
possible sighting.

He's accessing the
ground floor now

on the east stairwell.

- Heading your way.

- Me too.

- Frank Silver?

FBI.

Get down!

- Shots fired.
Court officer down.

Need immediate medical
attention to our location.

Officer
down, shots fired.

- Silver is on the loose and
now killing people at random.

We need to find him
before he strikes again.

Speak to me, people.
What do you got?

- I've been
scrubbing street PODs

near the courthouse, nothing.

- Tiff, come on.
- Yeah.

- He was last seen
accessing the ground level

from the east
stairwell. He's armed.

- Do you see him?

- Could he be headed
back to the red Toyota?

- I just talked to the
unis sitting on it;

no sign of Silver.

- All right, well, Silver
may think he's a God,

but he cannot just
disappear into thin air.

Keep looking.

- Tiff.

He ran into the subway station.

Anything?

- Nothing.

- Jubal, we lost Silver.

- 3rd Precinct just
reported a carjacking

at the corner of
Lafayette and Franklin.

- All right, now we're
getting somewhere.

That's three blocks
from the courthouse.

- Suspect description
loosely fits Silver.

- All right, this
sounds promising,

but I don't wanna divert
resources without confirmation.

- You heard the boss... A
gold star next to the name

of the person who can confirm
that that carjacker is Silver.

- I'm scanning a traffic cam
at this intersection now.

- Throw it up.

- Yep, that's him,
blow up the plate.

- Running it now.
- Looks like a new model. GPS?

- Yeah, from what I can
tell, it has the capability,

but the buyer didn't foot
the bill to activate it.

- Well, make some calls, see if
they can activate it remotely.

We need to catch this son of
a bitch before he kills again.

- And in the
meantime, I want you

to blast this plate out wide.

Hey, listen, have
you heard from Scola?

- We're ready to go,
so we need an answer.

- Obviously, praying to God
that both of them will be okay.

But if you have to...

If there's a problem
and you have to choose,

your priority should be Nina.

- Okay.

- Where we at with
the camera scrubs?

- So we caught the
delivery car going through

a few intersections
north of the courthouse,

but nothing since.

- All right, so we have
a direction of travel.

Let's use it. Keep looking.

We cannot lose this guy.

- Elise, where are we
with the car's GPS?

Can we access it remotely?

- They just activated
it. Stand by.

Got it, vehicle stationary...

It's parked in
Queensbridge Cemetery.

- Okay, is there a camera
inside Queensbridge Cemetery?

Anyone?
- Yeah, I got one.

- Okay.

Yep, there he is.

He's out of the vehicle on foot.

- All right, get the
team over there now.

- Yeah.

- Jubal, we're on scene.

What are the security
cameras showing?

- Okay, great. The last
time we saw Silver,

he was heading up the hill
deeper into the cemetery.

No sighting since.

- Let's go.

- I got him.

- You got nowhere to go, Silver.

Put your hands up!

- Show us your hands!

- Put them up!

Now!

- Now turn around, slowly.

- Nice and easy.

- He dropped the gun.

- Fan out.

- Maggie, what's your location?

- I'm near the mausoleum,
about 50 yards away.

- Maggie, you broke location.

Guys, you copy?

- Maggie!

- Do you guys copy?

I think I know
where he's hiding.

- Do you copy?

Shh, shh, shh.

Don't say a word.

If you do, I'll send you to the
Promised Land like the others.

- Hold on, hold on.

Listen, I am not
here to harm you.

I'm here to help you.
- Liar.

You're trying to
interfere with my mission.

- I don't know
about your mission.

- I'm gonna save the world.

- Okay.

I can help you.

- You're an infidel, a
sinner like the rest.

- I'm not, I'm not.

Okay, I can help you.

I can help you.

- You're right.

And you will.

You're my shield.

You will take the
bullets meant for me.

You will sacrifice your body

for the greater
good of humanity.

- Let her go.

Let her go.
- No.

That won't happen.

Drop your guns or she dies.

It's up to you.

You get to choose if
she lives or dies.

- Take the shot.

- I don't have a shot. Tiff?

- Negative.

- Take the shot.

- Take the shot.
Take the shot.

Now!

- Welcome to hell, you dirtbag.

- What is going on?

It's okay.

I'm here.

- Any word?
- Nothing.

- I tried to call, but it
went straight to voicemail.

- Yeah, all we can do is wait.

- If you could
follow me, please.

- Scola?

You okay?

- Yeah.

I am now.

Guys, this is...
this is Douglas.

- You named him
after your brother.

- Yeah.

- He's perfect.

- Yeah, he is.