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Hmm. I got your coffee.

Are we gonna talk about this?

I'm late. Traffic's already a mess.

David, come on.

Have you seen my keys?

They're in your hand.

- I...
- Stop.

How are you feeling?

Um, I don't... I don't
know when I'll be home.

Don't wait up.

Hello, sir. Hi.

Hey.

Uh, when do the bandages come off?

The doc says a week.

How are you doing?

Good. I'm good.

I think he's been here all weekend.

Should have seen it.

Should have seen it.
Why didn't I see it?

How much sleep have you
gotten since we got back?

It was right there.

It was right there, and I didn't see it.

None of us did.

How are you doing?

Fine.

Not you, too.

You're tired of people asking you

how you're doing?

Yes, I am.

Do you know what this is?

It's an open investigation. That's all.

We lost the first time, but
we'll get another chance.

Yes, we will.

This team doesn't take care of me.

I take care of them. That's my job.

Maybe it's because you
do that job so well,

we want to be there for you when we can.

You went through something
terrible out there,

but you can't keep it bottled up.

You know that.

So, Dave, there's
really only one question,

and it's not "how are you doing?"

It's, who do you trust enough

to say "I'm not doing so good"?

What happened?

I got sent home by the principal.

You ready to talk about it?

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't breathe.

I'm here.

I'm here.

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Thanks.

Ah. It's Portia.

So how is my soon-to-be
stepdaughter doing?

She likes to share quotes with me.

Here's today's.

Stephen King wrote,

"the most important things
are the hardest to say."

How weirdly appropriate.

Come on.

We are getting married in 3 weeks.

And if we want this to work,

you have to let me in.

It started when we got called in

on a single.

A single homicide

in Nashville, Tennessee.

That is, firefighters
responded to a house fire

in the Green Hills neighborhood

and were able to put out the fire

before it destroyed everything,

but they discovered the
body of Monica Feinstein,

with a complete face lift.

And I'm not talking about
the kind that you need

a weekend and a bottle
of aspirin to get over.

I'm talking cheek to
cheek, neck to noggin.

Her whole face was lifted,
like, removed from her...

All right. Well, burns on the body

were limited to the legs and feet,

but knife marks went all
the way down to the skull.

Possibly symbolic.

Were the cuts postmortem?

They were. Cause of
death was strangulation.

So the face is a trophy.

He took it with him
to relive what he did.

As with Jeffrey Dahmer,

killers often collect body parts

to combat a feeling of inadequacy.

They see the trophy as an
extension of their own identity,

something they'd
rather die than give up.

How did the unsub set the fire?

Firefighters sourced
the flames to a lit stove

and then discovered evidence
of corroded gas pipes.

The gas pipes are made
of galvanized steel,

and the house is only a few years old.

The unsub could've used sulfuric acid

to mimic the effects of corrosion.

Yeah, he's gone to great lengths

to make the fire look like an accident.

No forensic countermeasure.

Burning the house down would be a
perfect way to cover your tracks.

The sophistication suggests
this isn't his first,

and he's probably planning more.

Wheels up in 20.

Did you find any other victims?

Not on the first sweep.

So we discussed what we knew

on our way to Nashville.

Monica Feinstein, 52.

Taught preschool,
volunteered in a soup kitchen.

Single mom, adult son.

About as low-risk a
lifestyle as you can get.

And there's no sign of forced entry,

so, the unsub was
either someone she knew

or didn't see as a threat.

He sets the fire to
destroy the evidence,

but he could also be setting it

to hide his own shame or disgust

for having taken the face.

Yeah, that's true,

but even if it was a trophy,

he might've hated
himself for wanting it.

Most unsubs have a
love-hate relationship

with their compulsions.

Which in this case would
be erotophonophilia.

Erotophono-what?

It's a $10 word for lust murder.

It involves the mutilation of body parts

the unsub finds most attractive.

Now, it could be feet or kneecaps,

but it's usually breasts or genital...

Ok, got it. Got it.

- You asked.
- OK, well,

you know, maybe we should have

a safe word or something.

Maybe you should just tell me

when to leave something
to the imagination.

Deal. Ok.

So in this case, it was the face. Why?

That's the question we
pursued when we landed.

According to the autopsy,

the cuts on Monica were
rough and imprecise.

But he had already strangled her.

He had the time and
control to do what he wants.

He had no reason to rush.

Based on his skill and organization,

it's not inexperience.

It could be that he loses control

because he's obtained gratification.

A dopamine rush is
similar to drug addiction,

where a feeling of euphoria
suspends fine motor skills.

Monica Feinstein has a grown son?

Yeah, Carl, age 19. He
goes to Tennessee Tech.

Let's bring him in.

If the unsub was somebody Monica knew,

he might be able to give us a suspect.

Yeah. I know exactly who did this.

His name's Mac. He, uh...

He was dating my mom.

What can you tell me about him?

Dorky, boring.

He always wore these, uh...

These wool sweaters.

He never stayed over.

He said he wanted to protect

my mother's virtue.

The kind of guy that
would go out of his way

to appear nonthreatening?

Yeah.

You went right after him
as your mother's killer.

How come?

Because yesterday

I came home to help my
mom around the house.

Don't worry, honey.

I'll be home soon.

I love you, too. Bye.

- Hey, who's that?
- Huh?

Oh, ho. Hey! Carl,
I was... I was just...

No, no. Who, uh, who was that?

Is everything all right?

No. He just said "I love you"

to somebody on the phone.

Uh...

Yeah, my mom.

Oh, yeah? You call your mother "honey"?

Yeah, I do.

He does.

I've heard him. He checks
on her several times a day.

Ok, have you ever met his mother?

No, I haven't, but...

Hey, let's clear the air

and address what's really
going on here, yeah?

You're being protective
of your mom. Heh!

And as you should, because she is

an incredibly special woman.

But I want to...

I want to prove to you how
pure my intentions are with her,

because I know this has been fast.

Um, I've been waiting
my whole life for you...

And I don't want to wait any longer.

What?

What?

Will you marry me?

Oh, of course I will.

It's beautiful.

I love it.

I couldn't stand watching her

make such an awful decision
like that, so I left.

He must've killed her
as soon as I was gone.

You have any photos of Mac?

My mom, she posted a
lot on social media.

Here's all his contact info.

Paul Mclntyre, aka "Mac."

He dated Monica two months
before he proposed to her.

And the address he gave her was a fake,

and the phone number
that he gave to her was

for a burner that's
now been disconnected.

You know, it could be
an unsub who targets

a lonely hearts victimology...

Middle-aged women who are emotionally
susceptible to his charisma.

And he takes his charm
and harm seduction

all the way up to the proposal

and kills them.

Garcia, what'd you find?

Ok, I ran this photo of Mr. Mclntyre

through facial recognition,

and I'm telling you
with my full confidence

he does not exist.

And I want to be
really clear about this.

I'm not saying he covered his tracks.

I'm saying this guy is
a stone-cold apparition.

Is there anything in the
creation of the false identity

we can track?

Ok. According to his
faux dating profile,

he values family and
serving the homeless,

which would be really cute if, you know,

he didn't cut her face off
and burn her house down.

Helping the homeless was

exactly what Monica was interested in.

The unsub was creating
a persona tailor-made

to get her guard down.

What about financial records?

Oh, this is where
things get really nasty.

Actually, the part about
the face is the nasty thing,

but I'm sending you
the specifics on this.

Shortly before dating
Monica, the unsub opened

a bank account using this fake identity.

He used it as a fence to create

an untraceable offshore account.

He was draining Monica's money
the whole time they were dating.

And then the low-down, lying sleazeball

closed said account.

And we all know what that means,

don't we, my pretties?

He's a con man.

Yeah, but con men resort to violence

only out of necessity.

If he had a false identity,

it would have been
easier just to skip town

than murder Monica.

Maybe after the proposal,
Monica discovered he

wasn't who he said he was,

and then he killed her
to protect his anonymity.

But then why go to these lengths?

Why start the fire?

And, more importantly,
why cut off the face?

I was wondering that, too.

I mean, I've met my share of con men

dealing blackjack in Vegas,

but all they care about is the score.

Exactly. His ritual didn't match

what a typical grifter would do.

So why go through all that stuff

with the face and the fire?

We weren't sure.

And while we were trying
to figure that out,

he'd already left the state...

And did what every con man does

when they're on the run.

He started over.

How about this?

Turn to the left.

Now to the right.

It's great. They're all great.

I also like the tan
one and the navy one.

You are literally no help.

Ohh. I'm sorry I'm late, honey.

Meeting in Nashville went long.

Didn't get on the road till 1:00.

Aw.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Chatty gal.

She'll get used to this.

- I love this.
- Oh, this?

Mm-hmm.

Something I just threw on.

You know what I was thinking.

Maybe we'd try that new Italian spot

unless you're too tired.

- Nonsense.
- No?

Just let me settle in for a second, huh?

Ok.

Mm.

- Oh, oh.
- Be still.

You know, it wouldn't be so bad if you

had cleaned it properly
in the first place.

You big baby.

So... Let's review.

On the one hand, you have

a Casanova con artist

sweeping a middle-aged
woman off her feet

while emptying her bank accounts.

And on the other, we had
a killer carving faces off.

You said there were no other cases.

Not at first until Prentiss realized

we were looking in the wrong place.

We didn't take his
forensic countermeasure

into account.

It's the arson.

And that's the element we overlooked

for previous murders.

Bae, hit me.

Garcia, look into accidental fires

in Tennessee, where a
middle-aged woman was killed.

Here I thought you were gonna task me

with something bone-crushingly
bleak and depressing.

Accidents... middle-aged.

Limit the search to women in their 50s

who were dating a younger man.

Entering Cougarville. Rawr.

It's gonna take me a hot minute

to hack and slash through
all this social media.

2, 3, 4, 5, 7 hits, still counting.

Con artists typically target someone

with a void in their life.

So what made Monica an optimal target?

Her son left for college last year.

She was living alone.

Garcia, of those 7 women,
how many of them had

children who moved out just
before they were killed?

Putting on my empty nester filter.

Boom. Clarissa Carney, age 54.

Died in a fire in Memphis 5 months ago,

two adult children...
Clare and Damian Carney.

Ok, let's bring those kids in here

and see if they recognize our unsub.

That's him.

He don't look anything like this.

Mom called him Mike.

She said he was a godsend
after our dad died.

A godsend. How exactly?

He was interested in all the same things

she was interested in.

Took her on trips.

Which she loved.

Bought her all kinds of gifts.

Notice anything strange
about the relationship?

I was a little worried
when they got engaged.

It was a little fast.

And then he disappeared just as fast.

He proposed,

and then the next
day, the fire happened.

He didn't even come to the funeral.

Did he have access to
your mom's bank accounts?

No. Why?

Are you sure?

He didn't try taking
any money from your mom?

No. In fact, we were surprised

at how much she left us in the will.

It was over 7 figures.

You said you had a picture of him?

She emailed this to us

when they took a trip to Chicago.

We learned a lot from the photo.

He's older in this picture.

Beard, different glasses,
different hair color,

different eye color, which means he's

wearing colored contacts.

Con men know how to change their look.

Well, not to this length.

Take a look at his first identity again

when he was Mac.

Ok.

Imagine something with me.

It's not gonna be gross or scary, is it?

No. Just close your eyes, listen,

and put yourself there.

Con men are creatures of habit,

which is a nice way of saying they're

fundamentally lazy.

Like most psychopaths,
they get bored easily.

They change just enough
about their appearance

to keep their con alive.

This guy did more than just
change his clothes and hair.

Based on our interviews,
we learned that he

altered his mannerisms,
his body language,

even his accent.

You are so darn beautiful.

You're not so bad
yourself, mister. Ha ha...

Oh, my god.

Now, a man who can change that much.

How do you think he
would feel about himself?

Shh.

Ha ha! Mm. Mm.

Like he had no identity...

Like he had no face.

That's when we knew it was
time to deliver the profile.

The unsub we're dealing
with thinks he's a con man,

but a con man wouldn't
leave money in the bank

like he did with Clarissa Carney.

This man is a malignant
narcissist and misogynist

who fundamentally hates the
women he takes advantage of.

He can't reveal who he truly is to them,

so at the moment of
their greatest happiness,

he destroys it and takes their face.

Now, a hatred this severe,
where rage trumps money,

indicates that our unsub
has a damaged relationship

with the primary female figure in
his life, most likely his mother.

Wait. Why his mother?

Couldn't he just be some
guy with a broken heart?

Something must have happened
during his formative years

to produce this level of violence.

He's been nursing this
anger for a long time.

The time he spends with his
marks is our best lead right now,

and although he goes to great
lengths to hide his face,

he probably uses all or part of
the same cover story in his con.

And the details he recycles might

be helpful to our investigation.

There might be some
bread crumbs in there

that help lead us to where he is now.

Or, more likely, they'll tell
us who he was to begin with.

Ok, I know this part from dealing cards.

Every bluff has a tell,

and that tell is the truth seeping out.

That's right.

A con man keeps his story straight

by drawing from his own life.

But to get those details, we
needed to find more victims.

Did you find them?

Garcia did, once she expanded
her search beyond state lines.

But as we were pulling those families,

he'd already moved on to another target.

Ok, you two are just
the cutest team ever.

- Careful now.
- Yes, ma'am.

Don't leave me hanging.

Ok.

Tell me, what do I have to
do to get on your good side?

Well, for starters, you could
maybe explain something to me.

What?

What are your plans with her?

Well, uh...

Honestly, I don't...
I don't know right now.

It's early. We... we just
started seeing each other.

Look...

Just don't hurt her, ok?

He did hurt her, didn't he?

Yeah.

How did you know what happened?
I mean, you weren't there.

We gathered that from
interviews after the fact.

And as we brought in the families,

we drilled down on
the unsub's back story,

and that's how we found a pattern.

He told my mom he worked for
a high-powered consultant firm

and traveled all over the country.

And what about where he was from?

- Did he ever tell you that?
- Yeah.

He said he was from Aberdeen,
Mississippi, his hometown.

Yeah, that's right.
Aberdeen, Mississippi.

He told a story about his daughter.
I think her name was Grace.

Grace. Yeah, she, um,

she was only 5 years
old, back in Aberdeen.

Yeah, he said that Grace
drowned when she was young.

Yeah, drowned in the bathtub.

And that it was his mother's fault.

She left Grace alone.

Grace bumped her head
in the bath and drowned.

Yeah, he never forgave her after that.

So let's assume that part
of the unsub's story is true.

Letting his daughter die could be the
source of his rage toward his mother.

We profiled something in his
more formative years, though.

You know, the drowning could be
the culmination of the mother's

lifelong neglect towards the unsub.

Well, most grandmothers
would watch their grandchild

like a hawk in the bathtub.

You know, as confidence
games go, his story is

both utilitarian and elegant;

drowning garners instant
sympathy from his victims.

How big is Aberdeen?

It's about 5,000 residents. Why?

Town that small, it
shouldn't be too hard

to find a record of a tragedy that big.

But in this particular instance, it was.

Any luck?

Sadly, I tell you no.

Aberdeen is a little too small.

The police haven't
digitized the records yet,

let alone anything
from the early aughts.

We'll have to go through them by hand.

I'll send Luke and Matt.

So you did and that's
how you caught him, right?

What?

David, what is it?

We were closing in on him,

but the woman he was with...

Mary...

She made a terrible mistake.

Mary, I didn't do anything

to deserve a meal this extraordinary.

What's the occasion?

Well, I wanted tonight to be special.

Special?

Mm-hmm.

Listen, Bill, uh,

I got you something.

What's that?

It's Hawaiian koa wood.

It reminded me of when you said that
you always wanted to go to Kauai.

Well, I've been saving up
points and paid sick days,

enough for us to go on a
modest but extended honeymoon.

Honeymoon?

I knew that you were the man I wanted

to spend the rest of my
life with the moment we met.

And I know this isn't
how it's done, but,

Bill,

would you be my husband?

Oh.

I love Hawaii.

No!

That poor mother and daughter.

What they went through.

You said you were
closing in on him, and...

The path went through
Aberdeen, Mississippi.

Matt and Luke went down there.

In an accidental death like that,

witnesses certainly wind
up in a police report.

So they looked for smaller, petty
crimes he might have been busted for.

They searched arrest records for fraud.

Instead, found one for bigamy.

Whoa.

Of course.

He proposed with every crime.

I mean, he'd leave a trail.

Except it wasn't his record.

It was the unsub's mother.

Roberta Lynch, 62.

Starting in the late seventies,
she hopped from suitor to suitor,

getting them to marry her and then
taking them for all they're worth.

An arrest in 1991 revealed
she had a son, Everett,

who was playing second fiddle
to the con she was busted for.

Having a con woman for a
mother would have instilled

the narcissism and
misogyny that we profiled.

Ok, the path to finding him is
through his mother. Where is she now?

South Mississippi state
prison. She's doing 25 to life

for killing a boyfriend
in a domestic dispute.

Sounds like that runs
in the family, also.

I imagine a con woman

would be pretty tight-lipped.

That was our assumption, too,

but she wasn't quite what we expected.

We appreciate you
speaking to us, Mrs. Lynch.

Oh.

My degenerate lawyer is who
talked me into that plea deal.

Now I'm stuck in this box

until I'll be... sportin'
depends underneath the jumpsuit.

But it also means that I'm an open book.

Oh.

Sorry. So what can I
do for you, brown eyes?

Mrs. Lynch, we, uh...

Oh, please.

You got to call me Bobbie. Hmm?

But not you. Nope.

You call me Ms. Lynch

'cause you're a bad, bad boy.

I, uh, don't know what to say to that.

Ha! Still got it.

Bobbie,

we're here to talk to you about Everett.

Yeah, all right. That
doesn't surprise me.

When was the last time you saw him?

That kid's been in the
wind since he was...

22 or...

And he's never reached out. Heh!

He never even came to visit me.

You tell me, what kind of son

treats his mama that way?

Especially after everything
that I taught him.

What did you teach him?

Well, he was my little soldier.

He was... My partner in crime.

We were just a couple of rolling stones,

making our way across the Bible belt.

You're talking about your cons, right?

That's right, muscles.

See, I would find some gullible schmo...

And I'd tell him how we...

I was thrown out on the
street with my poor kid.

You know, nothing opens up doors

like a blubbering
7-year-old, I tell ya. Ha!

They would fall ass over elbows, just...

And then, pretty soon...

They'd get down on one knee

and I would just take
'em for every last nickel.

Then you know what would happen?

What?

We'd laugh.

Oh, my, we would laugh so much just

about these poor, helpless chumps. Ha!

Where do you think
Everett might be right now?

I don't know. I got no idea.

But... heh!... Given that
the feds are lookin' for him,

I surmise that he's still runnin' cons,

and guess what.

You're never gonna catch him

'cause I taught him everything I know,

everything, and that
is enough to keep him

always just out of your reach.

He's killing his marks now.

But we think he's doing it

because he can't kill you...

After what you did to Grace.

- Grace?
- Yeah, your granddaughter.

The one you let drown, you were
supposed to be watching her?

Took away my utensils, just 'cause I
shivved some pretty bitch last summer.

Forgive me, agents, but...

I think that I've answered
enough of your questions.

The detail about the drowning
hit a nerve with Roberta.

Which suggests there's another element
of truth to Everett's back story.

Now, he puts himself
in the submissive role

that he and his mother would
take advantage of in her cons.

So every time he gets down
on one knee with his victims,

he hears his mother's
laughter ringing in his ears.

Roberta said that she taught
Everett everything he knows.

What if there's a pattern in that?

What kind of pattern?

Following her trail,
maybe, going to the cities

where her con worked, thinking
he can work the same magic.

Hey, Rossi's right.
All 3 of Everett's kills

happened in cities where
his mom conned a man:

Birmingham, Memphis, Nashville.

He's even mirroring the order in
which his mother visited each city.

- Where did Roberta go after Nashville?
- Little Rock.

Well, that's got to be where he is now.

I was getting lonely. What do you need?

We think our unsub's next
target lives in Little Rock.

I need you to assemble a
pool of potential victims

based on our victimology...
women roughly 50 years old,

recent empty-nesters.
No bout a doubt it.

Limit your search to
women on dating websites,

specifically those
interested in getting married.

Ok, women in Little Rock
looking for... A little rock.

Send us their dating
profiles and social media.

- We'll work it on our end.
- Yeah, yeah.

That must have been a long
list of potential victims.

Reid does have a knack of finding
the black cat in the coal mine.

Got him.

And that's how you caught him, finally.

No, it is how we found him,

but what we didn't know
was that the unsub's mother

made a phone call from
the prison after we left.

To her son.

To her lawyer,

and since that's
privileged, we don't know

exactly what she said,
but we can hazard a guess.

You tell that rotten bastard

that the FBI is on his ass,

and how dare he,

how dare he bring my
granddaughter into his...

And that's not my fault.

He did what he did

to... to poor little
Gracie. That's not on me.

Because of that, we lost
the element of surprise.

She said what?

Ok.

I'm gonna need to
improvise a little bit,

ok?

So here's what we're gonna do.

So you were walking into a trap.

I...

I can't leave this next
part to the imagination.

It's ok. Just... Just take your time.

We underestimated.

Underestimated what?

How many women he killed.

So...

With those first 3 victims...

We were barely scratching the surface.

Once we were inside the
house, we heard her screaming.

- Help! Help me!
- Upstairs.

We need to clear the back of the house.

- I'm with you. Go.
- Who, the mother?

- The daughter.
- Please, you got to help me!

Hey, don't worry. We're
gonna get you out of here.

He took her! You have to save her!

No sign of him or Mary. Lewis
is with Rossi and Simmons.

Where did he take your mom?

There's a barn in the woods out back!

Rossi, check the woods behind
the house. Look for a barn.

We got you.

It doesn't make sense.
The faces are his trophies.

He wouldn't leave them behind if...

- He knew we were coming.
- Please!

You have to find her!

Don't worry. We're gonna find your
mom. All right, now what's your name?

Grace. I'm Grace. Please!
He's gonna kill her!

Grace?

Daddy!

Oh, my god.

She was his daughter?

Yes.

Mary Cullen did have
a college-age daughter,

but she was at college.

- Grace never drowned?
- No.

And this was the first time he
brought her in on one of his cons.

We didn't see it,

and it almost got us all killed.

Find out where he's shooting from!

Take the other side. I'm going
to try to flank him from behind.

Yeah.

My last thought was, "don't black out."

If you black out, you're dead."

And then I blacked out.

We saved Mary, we arrested Grace,

but he got away.

You'll catch him.

Except this guy, he's a chameleon.

He could walk up to me with a gun in
his hand and I'd never see him coming.

That's where this came from.

He left me a reminder
of what he could do.

He could have taken
my face if he wanted.

He didn't.

You know, sometimes
you lose on this job.

I get it, but this is the
first time in a long time

that I was beaten by
someone younger, faster,

stronger than I am.

But that's what's been
bothering me about this case...

That maybe I'm...

Just not as good as I once was.

Maybe I'm a half a step slower, maybe...

Maybe I shouldn't be out there

because next time...

Next time, I won't wake up.

You left something out.

You didn't say smarter

because he isn't,

and that's how you're gonna catch him

because that's how you always catch 'em.

You're not the only one that lost.

He lost, too.

And even I know

where you have to go next.

Thank you

for listening...

For...

For being here.

Do you want me to go with you?

No.

I've got to do this one on my own.

Let's talk about your father.

Synced and corrected by deglinglau
www.addic7ed.com