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Previously on "Criminal Minds: Evolution"...

Aah!

Tyler: I think these victims were a strike team,

and Gold Star wants revenge.

Each one of them has a record

of a third-party escrow account tied to a foreign bank.

And the Escrow account also rents a store-front

office on K Street.

I'm going to stake it out, question whoever goes in or out.

Lewis: How many off-the-books friends do you have?

Couple of ex-agency guys.

So there's nothing I can do to earn your trust?

There is one thing you could do.

You could bring my family to me.

It used to be difficult to convince someone to take a life.

But now, all you have to do is go on the Internet

and tell a big lie.

Gold Star is a conspiracy theorist.

No one's immune. - Not even you. - What am I missing?

I have a secret. [ Whispers ]

It's not true, you son of a bitch!

Hey, Jennifer. Who's infected now?

We get that it was a heightened situation.

But facts are facts.

Your little cage match with Voit has led to a new demand.

He won't cooperate further until he sees his wife and daughters.

And he wants you and JJ to hand-deliver them.

Me and JJ?

Yeah, he was, uh, very specific on that fact.

Yeah. I'll bet.

Are you okay?

[ Sighs ] This whole time,

he was angling to see his family again.

And I let him trigger me into giving them to him.

W-What did Voit whisper to you?

- Don't answer that. - Emily, we need to know.

Okay, here's what we do know about Elias Voit.

He's a killer, liar, and manipulator, in that order.

And we are not sending Intel up the chain until we've vetted it.

So, Rebecca, if you don't mind...

Okay, what did he say?

Injure. Jean. Fear. Dot-X-Y-Q.

What? I don't understand that.

Voit said it's a site on the Darknet.

Something called BAU-Gate.

It involves pictures and memes of this team

in deep-faked pornography.

He also said you knew about it.

[ Stammers ]

- Are you kidding me? - It's complicated.

Why didn't you tell any of us?

Because it was a problem I inherited.

Homeland Security, they flagged it in 2014.

They took it down, and they archived it for evidence.

What's the one god-awful thing we know about porn,

thanks to this job?

Child porn, fake porn, whatever, right?

That once it's out there, it stays forever.

When I found out what it was, I had to make a call.

Do I upset the team or not?

Do you need to know or not? I decided to keep it a secret

because it's best for everyone involved.

Voit went on about Gold Star being a conspiracy theorist

who believes in a lie that's based on a half truth.

He's guessing.

Conspiracy beliefs have been low-hanging fruit

since the pandemic.

But why did he whisper it to me and not JJ?

Because he knew that a secret would worm its way

between us and fracture this team.

Then don't play his twisted little mind game.

Nothing good will come from her finding out.

I'm ordering you to stay silent about this.

Luke? I won't say anything.

No, it's not that. It's-- Did you look at the site?

I'm gonna go tell JJ about Sydney.

[ Door opens ]

[ Sighs ]

♪

Garcia: "One of the most striking differences between a cat

and a lie is that a cat only has nine lives."

Mark Twain.

The deep state wants you to believe things that aren't true.

They want you asleep.

Well, wake up, sheeple. I really don't have time for this.

Keep watching.

The FBI fabricated a manhunt in Burney, California.

Why? As a false flag

to cover up the assassination of one of their own,

Deputy Director Douglas Bailey.

[ Gasps ] Goddamn it. Mm-hmm.

I have it on very good authority

that Bailey was preparing to reveal our government's

deepest, darkest secrets.

He goes on like this for four more hours,

alternating between some truly wackadoo ideas

and hawking his hemorrhoid cream

that the FDA doesn't want you to know about.

Does he mention Gold Star?

No. Okay.

Um, a crackpot found out about Burney. So what?

Uh, he's not just any crackpot.

His VPN was traced back to this guy.

Oh. Oh, no.

Apparently, he's your neighbor.

Was. Brian Garrity. Before the pandemic, he hit a rough patch.

But he-- he's harmless, mostly.

Director Madison disagrees.

The fact that Doug Bailey was murdered isn't public.

Somebody is leaking to him.

What am I supposed to do about it?

Come on.

Madison's direct quote was, "Tell Agent Prentiss

her top priority is to shut this down."

[ Sighs ]

Great. Wonderful.[ Knock on door ]

I have ambivalent news. We have a case,

and it has nothing to do with Gold Star.

These atrocious photos you behold

are of Adrian Jackowski, Ian Henderson, and Mora Profeta.

All three were murdered via asphyxiation

with stretch-wrap plastic,

and all three had just moved into rental properties.

Despite Houston PD's most valiant efforts,

both local news, Insta, and TikTok are calling these--

forgive them, for they know not what they do--

the Moving Day Murders.

Ah. Well, I mean, you can see why.

It's the kind of plastic wrap that movers use.

It could be an M.O. of opportunity.

He's using a weapon that's on hand.

Which means he could be part of a moving company,

but what about moving is triggering to him?

Well, it's a fresh start, right? A new life.

It's exciting. It's hopeful.

[ Door creaks ]

Perhaps, it's a new life he maybe was denied.

Not to mention, you're in a new house.

It's an unfamiliar environment.

Something goes wrong, you don't know where anything is yet.

Any idea where those circuit breakers are?

Woman: Um, not a clue.

The UnSub would have the advantage.

He could get off on that.

Prentiss: But would that really be enough of an advantage?

Three victims in less than two weeks and suffocation?

- Man, I feel like shit. - That isn't easy.

Or fast. You okay?

He must be subduing them somehow.

[ Breathing shakily ]

Aah!

[ Crying ] No, no, no! No!

No! Please, no!

[ Muffled crying ]

♪

Whatever his methods, he's getting more confident,

which means he will get more aggressive.

And once again, we are shorthanded.

So, Dave, Tara,

you're gonna have to handle this one by yourselves.

- What are you going to do? - Put out fires.

U.S. Marshals just gave me Sydney Voit's

safe house address,

so memorize this and destroy it.

She'll be expecting you tomorrow morning.

Look, I know that Sydney trusts us,

but we're asking her to put her daughters back

into the lion's den.

We need a plan "B" in case she says no.

Well, we're headed to Seaford, Delaware.

Looks like we've got a nice long drive ahead of us

to figure it out.

You're driving.

Penelope, a private moment, please.

That was fire.

[ Door closes ] A word, a private moment,

which is great because helping, as you know, is my kink.

I am sitting in the chair of helping.

And go.

I need to discuss Tyler with you.

See? I love it. I love anticipating a need.

I've already-- I've severed all ties with him.

Like, I don't even-- Like, does he work--

I don't even know who-- He's not even-- He's just a shape.

I need you to talk to him.

[ Gasps ]

I don't want to say no to your face.

But no.

Tyler has gone to AWOL since the stakeout with Tara.

Well, yes. Yes. That-- He does that.

Well, Tara also wrote up a detail

in her after-action report

that caught my attention specifically

that Tyler was gone for 30 minutes

going to the bathroom.

No. No. He would not take 30 minutes to do that.

Okay, so that's why I think there's something else going on.

He won't return my calls or texts.

Can you reach out to him?

Can I drink lighter fluid instead?

Can I be living in a house made of Styrofoam?

Can I be surrounded by circus clowns?

Okay. Okay. I'll tell you what.

When you call him, tell him he either reports in,

or we are severing ties with him as a consultant.

That I can do.

Thank you. Welcome.

Well... [ Groans ]

[ Breathes deeply ] Okay.

I can do it. I'm gonna do it.

[ Sniffs ]

Not yet. Not yet.

♪

No defensive wounds on any of the victims.

No signs of sexual assault

which asphyxiation is typically a precursor for.

I mean, this guy's entire M.O. is suffocating them.

How are we coming with the movers?

They all used different moving companies.

Garcia ran all the employees,

None of the workers cross over.

It doesn't make sense. I go back to what you said,

the UnSub has the advantage in a new house.

So the logical conclusion is...

That he knows the layout better than they do

because he's been in the house before.

Now, think how many people go in and out on moving day.

It's pretty much Grand Central Station.

Right, utilities, contractors, subcontractors.

We'll have to expand - the suspect pool when we land. - Yeah.

[ Laptop chimes ] Terrible news, my doves.

Houston PD just discovered two more victims. Two?

Yeah, th-th-they were roommates,

and they just moved into their first post-college apartment.

Penelope, the, uh, officer handling the case

is, uh, Captain Pamela Soto.

Let her know we'd like to meet her at the crime scene.

Will do. Godspeed, my darlings.

[ Indistinct talking, siren wails in distance ]

The other victim - is in the primary. - Mm-hmm.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Agents Rossi and Lewis?

I'm Captain Pamela Soto. Appreciate your help.

This guy's escalated in a big way.

Two people at once, and now he's communicating.

Hell of a message.

Our fear is that he's responding

to the online attention.

Well, if you're right about that,

he'll continue to escalate with each attack.

- Who found the bodies? - We did. Anonymous tip.

This guy was able to smother two women

without them fighting back,

without either one calling for help?

I mean, are we sure he's not drugging them?

Well, our coroner ran a tox panel on the other victims.

She checked for GHB, Ketamine, benzos.

She didn't find anything.

Have her expand the tax panel to look for heavy-metal narcotics. They're easily missed.

- Okay, I'll let her know. - The power was cut off at some point.

It was on when my officers entered.

He shut it off on purpose.

Ah. Insecure. Guy needs every advantage.

But that would also mean he knew where the breakers were.

So he's stalking his victims, right?

Scoping out the house before they move in?

Could be. Or he's doing it just under their noses,

and they're so busy, they don't even notice.

Wow! Jesus! When did we get so much stuff?

After you decided to knock me up.

Oh. Well, it was my pleasure.[ Chuckles ]

[ Clears throat ] Excuse me.

Just, uh, need your sign-off.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

HVAC. Central air.

W-What's wrong with the air-conditioning?

Don't look at me. Utilities was your job.

I-- I didn't-- - I didn't call you. - Oh, hey.

- Your landlord did. - Oh. All right.

Uh... w-w-what is this charge for an air system tank?

What is that?

It's an auxiliary filtration tank.

Every new system has one, and I had to replace yours.

You'll probably get rebate or something.

- Keith, I need you in here. - Uh, all right. Where do I sign?

Just, uh, right there. Okay.

There you go. Thanks.

♪

♪

Are you ever going to tell me what Voit whispered to you?

I'm under orders not to.

From Emily?

Yeah.

Okay, y-you're going to have to give me a hint

so I know how bad this is.

There's a website on the Darknet involving the team.

- Is this BAU-Gate? - You already know about it?

Yeah. Before I became a profiler,

I was the media liaison,

and I heard rumors of something like this floating around,

but it was cleaned up, wasn't it?

Voit and his network buddies, they got their hands on it.

- Of course, they did. - Doesn't bother you?

Hell, yeah, it bothers me.

But since the dawn of the Internet,

there have been... trolls making disgusting images.

So if a group of sad,

lonely perverts want to make, I don't know,

anime, wasn't it?

What if it was dangerous, okay? Would you want to know?

Doesn't Emily have a responsibility to inform us?

Why did I have to hear it from Voit?

Oh.

So this-- this is the secret he told you.

Yeah.

[ Scoffs ]

You see what he's doing, right?

Forcing us to go on this long road trip together

to find his family.

He's testing you to see if you'll tell

or you'll lie to protect me.

Because if you lie, you're just like him.

He lied to protect his family.

And if you tell me...

I get hurt.

It's a win-win for him.

♪

So let me relieve you of this burden.

It's all okay.

I'm glad you got this off your chest, but, Luke,

Emily practicing discretion isn't a lie.

It isn't a conspiracy theory.

It's good leadership.

You still didn't answer my question.

Which one?

If it was dangerous, would you want to know?

If it involved my kids

or was a threat to my life, then, yeah, absolutely.

But otherwise?

You see enough rough stuff in this job.

Why let something like that in your head?

That's the problem. It already is.

♪

Struggle all you want, earthling.[ Knock on door ]

Holly! You've been in there for a while now.

Are you okay?

You think a minute of privacy wouldn't be such a big deal.

[ Sighs ] Okay, I'm sorry.

It's just that Agents Alvez and Jareau are coming ,

and I thought maybe you'd want to come out, say hello.

I'm sorry. Are they here? I didn't know they were here.

Hi. How are you?

Oh, wait.

Okay, maybe you, uh, want to take the hoodie down?

Drag a comb though your hair, something?

Yeah. That's the problem.

Not that Dad's a murderer, that our lives are gone.

My hair is the issue.

What are you, 3?

Stop sucking your thumb.

[ Knock on door ]

[ TV playing ]

Hi, Sydney.

Please tell me you've got good news,

that you're getting me out of this purgatory

and into some great digs and witness protection.

Uh, we should speak outside. Luke, could you?

Yeah, I'll watch the kids.

Thanks.

♪

How's it going?

How do you think it's going?

Fair enough.

No. I won't. I-I won't do that.

Sydney, I-I hate-- hate that I am here asking you this.

I cannot even imagine how hard this has been on you.

But we're-- we're getting, um, a lot of pressure.

And you are the only one--

The only one who, what, Elias will talk to? Yes.

You said that to me already. Remember?

You promised me that you'd get me into witness protection

if I helped you find Agent Rossi, and I did.

I helped. And this is-- Look around.

This is-- This is what all that help got me, this shithole.

Waiting for the U.S. Marshals to get their act together?

And then you have the nerve to come here

and ask me to give more.

♪

The only thing I'm doing right right now

is keeping that monster as far away from my girls as I can.

♪

I got an idea. Why don't you turn that off?

Yeah. Great. You know how to juggle?

Mm, maybe.

I'll show you.

Get this out of the way.

All right. Let me see.

Like this, right?

Just 1...2...3.

Okay? Your turn. See what you got.

[ Both laugh ]

That sucked!

No, come on. That was great.

How about you, Holly? You want in?

My soccer career is over.

[ Clicks tongue ] Come on. Heads up.

I said no.

♪

All good. It's all right.

We got the next Megan Rapinoe over here.

Oh!

Nice! [ Chuckling ] Nice!

Okay, wait.

Elias, he, um, he warned me.

[ Scoffs ] Warned you about what?

He told me that you'd, uh, promise me a new life,

but it wouldn't matter.[ Door opens, closes ]

And he's right.[ Footsteps approach ]

Alvez: Hey.

Had some fun playing soccer with Harlow in the living room.

Um, if you don't mind me asking,

how long has Holly been lashing out?

Has she been angry the whole time?

Have you been able to get through it?

Oh, my fucking God. Are you fucking kidding me?

You were in there for a few minutes,

and now...

Our lives are shattered.

They can't reach out to their friends.

They have no support. They lost their dad.

The only one they have left is me.

And news flash, I'm not doing so great, either.

I can't even be a mom to them

because they trust nothing and no one.

I can't promise them t-that this is gonna get any better,

because even if it does,

it's going to be years from now-- years-- of therapy

to unpack this trauma.

So I'm sorry that Holly was rude.

I'm giving her a long leash.

♪

[ Scoffs ]

Jesus.

♪

I was just trying to...

[ Door opens ]

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Brakes squeal ]

[ Engine shuts off, car door opens, closes ]

Seriously?

Were you followed?

Oh, Brian, just stop.

Whoa! What, are you crazy? We can't use real names.

We can, and we are, starting with the name

of whoever is leaking to you about Douglas Bailey.

Oh, how dare you? I don't have leaks. I have sources.

And it is my journalistic duty to protect them.

Your videos are not journalism.

Oh. Everybody's a critic.

If you won't tell me who's giving you information,

can you at least knock it off?

Oh, struck a nerve at the gulag, eh?

Let me explain something to you.

I knew Douglas Bailey. I worked with him.

I knew it! I knew you were one of the good ones working against the deep state.

There is no deep state.

There is only a tragedy that you are making worse.

I will tell you what I told his parents at his funeral.

Douglas Bailey died a hero.

He did not die trying to expose non-existent secrets.

And when you say that,

you are hurting a family that doesn't deserve it.

He has parents.

And a brother.

Brian?

It's funny. Um... you remember my ex, Sheila?

Yes, of course, yeah. - How is she? - Good.

I mean, she's filed a restraining order,

but she's good.

Anyway, Sheila always used to tell me

that my problem was that I couldn't accept

that there wasn't a problem.

You should take that advice.

[ Metal clanks ]

What was that? You were followed. No--

Shh, shh. Brian, calm down. There's nobody here.

[ Sighs ]

Sorry. Occupational hazard.

Okay.

I'm-- I'm writing a book, by the way.

It's a biography. Bill Shepherd.

The guy who replaced Paul McCartney in the Beatles

after Paul died in that car accident in '66?

- That sounds like a book. - Yeah.

So that means I won't be able to post new videos for another

like four to six weeks.

Okay.

Stay frosty.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

♪

[ Train horn blows ]

[ Door opens ] Hey. Almost done with a suspect pool.

Phone and Internet hook-up, electrical, you name it.

How about the cable guy?

Hey, not all of us are ready to cut the cord.

Now, what do you make of that?

Oh, right. The extended tox panel came in.

Yeah, he's drugging his vics but not with a narcotic.

Using a gas-- carbon monoxide.

It looks like the C.O. levels in the body cavity fluids

are higher than in the bloodstream,

which would indicate acute exposure.

I'm thinking he's funneling the gas in gradually

so that they're too weak to fight back.

Right. But wait a minute.

At the first three crime scenes,

he could have tapped into the gas lines,

but the girls' apartment had central air.

So... He's bringing in his own tank.

Right. And if he's bringing in his own tank,

he's got to bring in his own oxygen, right,

like in a-a tank or a rebreather

so that he could be inside the house

while he's gassing his victims.

But then the question becomes,

is this just an aspect of his M.O.,

or is the guy's self-esteem so low that he has to hide?

Something tells me that this is a guy

who can't charm and harm.

He stays in the shadows

until his prey is too weak to be a problem.

Right. But then he kills them with clear plastic

because he wants to be the very last thing they see.

But not the real him.

Not the real him.

H-He's modifying that gas mask

into something even more terrifying

so that he can see the terror in his victims' eyes as they die.

♪

[ Breathes deeply ]

We've got to drill down on employees

that would have access to these kinds of materials--

uh, gas line technicians, central air.

Seems like we're ready. We ready?

Oh, yeah. We're ready.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Okay.

The UnSub we're looking for is a male

between the ages of 18 and 25.

We believe he may be part of a building trades profession.

Lewis: We should put our focus on heating, ventilation,

and air-conditioning companies.

♪

[ Door creaks ]

[ Gasps ] God!

Sorry. Sorry. You okay? Hey.

Yeah, you scared me.

I was reading on Nice-N-Neighborly.

There's somebody attacking people on moving day.

Please, delete that app.

All it is is neighbors scaring each other.

I know, I know.

It's just, first night in a new house

is always the worst, you know? There's weird noises.

You're never sure if you locked everything.

Forget sleep. Tell you what.

What if I cook you dinner?

We haven't unpacked the kitchen.

Take two. What if I order pizza?

[ Gasps ] And they say romance is dead.

Hmm? Not bad, right?

It's my specialty, huh?

[ Singsong voice ] Extra cheese, please!

[ Door creaks ]

♪

Hey, Tyler, it's me. No. Um...

Hey-- Hey, Tyler. It's--

This is Penelope Garcia.

Hey, Tyler. No. No. No.

BAU.

Of the BAU. Of the BAU.

[ Breathes deeply ]

[ Ringing ]

Tyler: Hi. It's me. Leave a message.

Hey, Tyler. It's me, Penelope Grace Garcia.

Uh, you might not know that that's my middle name,

but it is a good reminder that I'm full of it-- grace.

And, um, look, word on the street is

you have ghosted the FBI,

which is-- Tyler Cannon, and you do you.

I've just been told to tell you...

that the BAU is giving you another chance,

but you need to report in.

However, I need some things stepped out.

They said to me that you disappeared during the stakeout

for 30 minutes to go to the bathroom.

And we both know that's not you.

So what exactly are you up to?

Are you trying to look for these off-the-book friends?

And did you find these off-the-book friends?

And what are you doing? Really?

Because if you're doing something stupid,

just stop doing the stupid thing.

Okay? Just st-[ Line disconnects ]

♪

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

♪

[ Car alarm chirps ]

[ Car door opens ]

You feel that, Sebastian?

I've got my thumb on about 50 units of clostridium botulinum.

We used that in Darfur, you remember?

Here I thought we were mates.

Gold Star.

I'm unfamiliar - with the name! - I'm not fucking around here.

I squeeze this, It'll take just 90 seconds for you to lose bowel control,

followed by total respiratory failure.

I do appreciate the threat. But you're wasting your time.

I know nothing. I'm the money man.

Exactly, to a six-man strike team paid through an escrow account

managed by KDBC Bank who paid to kill Gold Star.

The agency? No. No.

The blood is not on your government's hands this time.

What does that mean?

It's been a while.

This isn't really like you.

As I recall, you never really had the stomach

for the wet work.

So I would wager that that syringe...

is filled with saline.

♪

Can't have me arrested for a crime that never happened.

Oh, you are clever.

You almost had me.

Almost.

Bit of friendly advice?

Whatever you think we're doing...

...you need to let it go.

♪

[ Car door opens ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Engine revs, tires screech ]

♪

[ Cellphone beeps ]

♪

My guys used your profile to dig up a potential lead.

A few months ago, there was a carbon monoxide accident

at this motel off of Highway 34, place called the Cosgrove Inn.

A damaged gas line ended up killing seven guests.

It was ruled an accident, but the motel closed as a result.

I know it's not moving day, but... But it's close,

and we can't ignore the carbon monoxide connection.

[ Beeping ] Go for greatness.

Penelope, we're going to send you some info

about an accident at the Cosgrove Inn.

There was a multiple- fatality incident there.

We want you to cross-reference the decedents' known relatives

and any prior employees with our UnSub's profile.

Yeah, hang on to your bolo ties. Actually, burn them.

And I will hit you back as soon as I find something.

[ Keyboard clacking ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

♪

No.[ Message whooshes ]

Need to see your own butt is what you need to see.

[ Sighs ]

All right, I'm gonna do it really tight tonight.

Just like you like it.

[ Harlow laughs ]

You're getting so big.

I hate it.

[ Smooching ]

[ Footsteps depart ]

[ Door closes, lock clicks ]

♪

Oh, my God. What are you-- What is this? Mom, I--

What are you...?

Oh.

No, no, no. No, no, you're not in trouble.

[ Crying ] Holly!

[ Cries ]

I don't want to live like this anymore.

I don't, either.

♪

You sick of this place, too?

I just want to go back to school.

Yeah.

♪

The suspect you're looking for is Kai Veneer. He's in his early 20s.

He and his family lived at the Cosgrove Inn.

His mom was one of the seven people

who died from prolonged carbon monoxide poisoning.

Uh, it looks like Kai's father was the manager of the motel,

and then when it was shuttered...

he and Kai were thrown out onto the street.

What's Veneer's connection to the crime scene?

That's the thing. He is the off-the-proverbial-books handyman at each and every one.

He and his father applied to be tenants at all of these properties.

But then the heartbreaking double whammy of low income

and bad credit meant that they were turned down at every one.

And then two weeks ago, Kai's father took his own life.

Are there any more rental properties we're missing.

Let me see. Uh... Yes. Yes.

There's a townhouse in Willowbrook.

A couple just moved in yesterday.

Keith and Charlotte Noyer. I am sending you the address.

- There it is. - Man: All units, all units, please be advised.

Suspect's name is Kai Veneer.

Possible location...

Oh, no. No. No! Oh, my God!

Cravings. Don't question, just accept.

Oh. Ohh! Mmm!

That is so good! Do you want to try?

No. Just-- Just thinking about that makes me want to...

Are you okay?

[ Exhales sharply ]

Uh, yeah, I think.

It's just m-my stomach's a little upset.

Ooh. I'm not feeling great, either.

- Gee, I wonder why. - No, no, it's not that.

It's-- It's pizza isn't settling with us.

Did you pack any antacid?

Mm.

Uh, I-I'll-- I'll find some.

[ Groans ]

Fear not.

- Great. Now this? - Generator. Generator.

Uh, I'm on it. Antacid. Mm!

Jesus Christ.

Charlotte, run!

[ Screaming ]

♪

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪

[ Breathes shakily ][ Floor creaks ]

♪

♪

[ Breathes shakily ][ Footsteps depart ]

♪

[ Screaming ]

[ Crying ] Aah! No!

[ Screaming ]

[ Grunts ]

No! No! No!

♪

[ Both grunt ]

[ Screaming ]

Charlotte?!

Charlotte, run!

Oh, no!

No!

[ Grunting ]

[ Sirens wailing ]

Kai Veneer, FBI!

Man: Freeze! Freeze!

- Open the windows! - Let him go, Kai.

Listen to me. You let him go, we let you go.

Last chance, Kai.

Aah!

[ Breathing heavily ] You all right?

Where's Charlotte? Where's my wife?

[ Indistinct talking ]

Open window, huh?

I got to tell you, I'm impressed you hauled your ass through it so quickly.

You know, Pilates, upper-body work, little help from SWAT.

Just give me a second. I think I pulled... everything.

[ Chuckles ]

Ice, Dave. Lot of ice.

Elias: This whole thing you do,

it's diminishing returns, really.

How many more are still out there?

None of them will ever be as good as me.

Here you go. That should help.

Hey, you doing all right?

Oh, yeah.

I-I was just thinking, I-- I haven't thought about Elias Voit

since we took this case.

Yeah. Wow. Me neither.

You want to talk about him now?

Salute.

[ Sighs ] I cannot think of a plan "B" for Voit, can you?

No.

I say we tell the director of the truth.

Sydney doesn't want to cooperate.

It's her prerogative.

Woman: All right, you doing okay?

Can I get you anything?

No? Okay.

Or maybe not.

♪

The girls are with the Marshal.

Can we talk?

Sure.

[ Sighs ]

Um...

We've been struggling...

...the three of us, but it's different if you're an adult.

You know, it's not forever.

But if you're a child...

you might, um... hurt yourself.

Hey, we are here to help however we can.

I can't believe I'm about to say this,

but I think what might help them is...

saying goodbye to their father

and whatever else they want to say to him, on two conditions.

One of them is that we get into witness protection immediately.

I'm not going to see him until I know we're safe.

Okay, we'll-- we'll tell the director to expedite placement.

You said there are two conditions.

I talk to Elias first. Alone.

Uh, t-that could be more difficult.

That's not my problem.

If he wants to see my girls,

I'm going to establish some ground rules,

and if he's still their father,

then he's going to agree to them.

Okay.

She's a strong woman.

What we're asking her to do, it's not easy.

It's not even fair.

Yet she is willing to face her worst nightmare

so her girls can have a better life.

I'm telling you, can never underestimate

the strength of a mother.

♪

Hey, I need to disobey some orders.

Oh, yeah?

BAU-Gate...

I don't know what it was in 2014,

but I-I know what it is now that Voit's network updated it.

It's not pictures of other agents.

Wait, i-it's not.

No.

It's pictures of you.

Just you.

What?

Like you said, you were the media liaison.

You were on TV more than anyone else.

And they made you the focal point of their porn.

♪

Uh... it's [chuckles] not anime, is it?

No, it's not.

Look, we've all read the threat assessments

of how convincing AI can be, and...

...this is-- this is pretty convincing.

Jesus.

♪

Look...

you've been happy not looking at it this whole time, right?

You want to go on not looking. I get it.

But you should make that call

instead of having it made for you.

There's an encrypted link in my report,

and, uh...

you do whatever's best for you.

♪

Uh, I-I-I need a-a minute here.

Um...

♪

Garcia: Okay. Okay. That's good. That's nice.

It's like snowfall on the pastries.

[ Knock on door ]

♪

[ Sniffs ] Um...

♪

Disarmed. Ready to arm.

[ Sniffs ]

[ Lock clicks ]

Uh, hey.

Tyler, what are you--

I know you said no.

Yeah, I said no, N-O, which is the opposite of, "Sure, come on over."

But you also said not to do anything stupid, and that's why I'm here.

I need your help. With what?

This. T--

Hey, you can't just--

What is that? A phone.

Yes, obviously, it's a phone. Whose phone?

Mine. Sort of.

Tyler... What's on here can tell us about Gold Star,

except I didn't get it legally.

So if I bring it in, you know what Rebecca is gonna say?

- No. No. No. - That's exactly what she's gonna say, but--

but if you bring it in... No, no, no, no. No. No.

I am not doing that. Not now, not ever. That is not who I am.

Penelope Grace Garcia isn't. But the Black Queen is.

And if we're gonna catch Gold Star...

I need the Black Queen.

♪

[ Cellphone rings ]

Hello?

Brian Garrity: The situation has turned critical.

Brian...

We need to talk.

Okay, I'm here.

No, in person. I'm getting close.

I just learned the director of the FBI, your boss,

made a deal with somebody named Elias Voit.

Brian.

Meet me in the parking garage.

20 minutes. I'll tell you everything.

[ Sighs ][ Cellphone beeps ]

♪

[ Exhales deeply ]

"Injure."

"Jane."

"Fear."

[ Chuckles ]

Goddamn.

They used an anagram for my name.

♪

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

♪

Prentiss: Brian?

[ Brian groans ] Hey!

[ Groaning ]

FBI!

[ Groaning ]

[ Coughing ] Okay. Brian? Brian?

Hold on. You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna get you help right now.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

- Bri? - Man: 911. What's your emergency.

Uh, parking garage 1200 G Street Southwest.

[ Tires screech ] There's a male--

Okay, they're here... somehow.

Ma'am, I need you to drop the weapon.

I understand.

My name is Emily Prentiss, FBI.

I'm the unit chief of the BAU.

Can I please get you to step back here with Officer Doble?

I-I-- Shit. My I.D. is in the car.

That's okay. I just need you to come right over here by my partner.

Okay.

3-Bravo-7-4 requesting 10-52 to my location.

Woman: Roger. 3-Bravo-7-4. Medical en route.

Okay, sir. [ Groaning ]

I need you to focus on me right now, okay?

Keep your eyes open and on me. All right?

That's good. That's good.

Now, sir, tell me, who did this to you?

She did!

[ Stammers ] F-Fucking Brian!

That's not true! I did not.

♪