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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.

♪