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(siren wailing in distance)
Ripped By mstoll

(door opens)

We've got you, Ms. Garcia.

If you say so, suit.

We've got evidence
of your off-site servers

and of your hack
into the cosmetics company.

- They test on animals.
- Yes, they do,

but it's not illegal.
What you've done is a felony,

and it's punishable by prison.

Well, if
you've got me, J. Edgar...

It's Agent Hotchner,

and I'm from
the Behavioral Analysis Unit.

And I'm here to offer you
an option to prison.

You come work for me.

You'd be our technical analyst.

So I teach you
how to use Google,

that kind of thing? That's fun.

You'd help us hunt psychopaths.

I'm a psychopath.

No, you're not.

In hacker circles,
you're known as the Black Queen,

and you are rigorously moral.

All of your online attacks
reflect a fierce desire

to protect those
who you think are being hurt.

You accept my offer,
you can do the same thing

for the federal government.

I just need a résumé
to give to Human Resources.

Or we prosecute you.

Well, I'm not in the habit
of bringing my résumé

to events I am handcuffed at,

but I have some stationery
in my purse

and I'll write down
some computer-y stuff I know

and think about it.

(door opens)

I took out her phone and laptop.

Everything else is harmless.

(phone rings)

Hotchner.

We'll be right there.

We have a suspect.

I need an answer.

Yes. If I can keep my purse.

Good choice.

Do you have a key?

(door opens)

(door shuts)

Oh.

Beauty and brains.

Hey, Eyebrows.

When they do a Men of the FBI
calendar, is it just

12 months of you?

Welcome to the team.

WOMAN: So, let's talk
about sexual harassment.

Sexual harassment isn't always
a quid pro quo arrangement.

Maybe it's a conversation
between two coworkers

that makes you feel
uncomfortable.

Maybe these coworkers
use phrases like...

"baby girl,"

"chocolate thunder,"

or..."Where's my big black
12-pack?"

(whispering):
Who blabbed?

WOMAN:
And that creates a what?

A hostile work environment.

So messages like...

"More cushion for the pushing,"

- not appropriate.
- (scattered laughter)

"I'll be Coco to your Ice-T,"

not appropriate.

"Flarpy blunderguff."

(murmuring)

- I don't even know what
that means. - (phone vibrates)

But not appropriate.

Ms. Garcia,

- you really have to stay
for this. - I'm sorry,

but I got... I h...
I have to... I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm so...
I'm so, so sorry.

Not appropriate.

Oh, sir.

I am so, so, so sorry
about this.

Take a look at this.

Is this real?

- Is this happening?
- Yes. And we're on our way

to the Attorney General's Office
to explain it.

Uh, when you say "we," you mean
the-the whole team or...

I mean you and me.

Oh.

Oh.

HOTCH: In 2004, the BAU flew
to San Jose for two reasons.

One was to recruit Garcia.

The other was to arrest
this man, Sam Russell.

- Prostitute killer.
- Eight victims.

He didn't fit the profile
exactly,

but he waived his rights
and admitted to all eight.

MORGAN:
Isn't San Quentin

- putting him to death
in two weeks? - HOTCH: Yes,

and we've been tasked
to review his conviction.

Why us?

- Garcia?
- Okay, uh, this morning,

the Justice Department Web site
was hacked.

When you log on, you see this...

and then this.

JJ: Are those crime scene photos
of the victims?

The San Jose Police Department
was also hacked.

Garcia says this must have been
months in the planning.

- Any idea who's behind it?
- GARCIA: Best guess is

it's an online collective
known as Star Chamber.

They're one of several
justice-oriented groups

that sprung up in the wake
of the Steubenville rape case.

- Star Chamber. Interesting name.
- It's derived

from a 17th century
British court designed to ensure

fair enforcement of laws against
the rich and the powerful.

Actually, according to
my research, they named it that

because it's also the name
of a mediocre yet awesome

Michael Douglas movie from 1983.

MORGAN:
Okay, but why Sam Russell?

He confessed
without any coercion.

Because in addition
to being a monster,

Sam Russell
is a hacker extraordinaire.

I... don't know the man,
but I learned from him.

So the Star Chamber's rallying
behind one of their own

before the State of California
can put him to death.

And we get thrown
the political football

- to make the negative attention
go away. - HOTCH: We have

to separate ourselves
from the politics of it

and ensure that
they're executing the right man.

MORGAN: "People often say
that this or that person

"has not yet found himself.

"But the self
is not something one finds,

it is something one creates."
Thomas Szasz.

Well, looking at the history
of Star Chamber,

they love riddles.

So this message,
"they died in vein,"

spelled V-E-l-N,

that's not just a homonymic
mistake... it's a clue.

Yeah, th-that's their game...
we know something you don't.

They're fiercely libertarian
and antisecrecy,

which goes hand-in-hand
with conspiracy theorizing.

As far as they're concerned,
the whole Sam Russell thing

- is a cover-up.
- ROSSI: Why did we

close in on Russell
as a suspect?

MORGAN:
He was arrested repeatedly

for solicitation. All
streetwalkers, all drug addicts.

His victims matched that type.

You said
he didn't fit the profile.

- Sounds like he fit it
perfectly. - It was an issue

with M.O. Four
of the prostitutes were stabbed

and four were strangled, and the
UnSub alternated between kills.

- Sounds like two UnSubs.
- REID: That was our profile

until Russell confessed
to everything,

including names and details.

As far as we could tell,
it was just him.

Yeah, but we can't take that
for granted.

Dave, Blake and Reid,
go over the old files.

We need to reinterview everyone
associated with the case.

Morgan and Garcia,
dig into Star Chamber.

We don't want to validate them,

but we need to know
what they know.

And JJ and I will go
to San Quentin.

(chanting softly
in foreign language)

Agent Hotchner, thank you

- for coming.
- This is Agent Jareau.

Hi. Good to meet you.

Have a seat.

Are those prayer beads?

Uh, yes, I don't go anywhere
without them.

Are they bound with hair?

Well, uh, I exist on death row,

Agent Jareau.
Hair is all I have left.

And these beads,
they help me... accept my fate,

that I'm gonna be murdered
for crimes I did not commit.

This prison's filled with men
who didn't do it.

Why should we believe you?

Have you heard of Desoxyn?

It's a pharmaceutical-grade
methamphetamine

used to treat ADHD
and narcolepsy.

In 2004 I found an Internet
black market that sold it,

and when I started popping those
pills like candy, I was gone.

I would just hack in 100-hour
stretches, I'd sleep for four.

I was... an addict,

not a killer.

So you're saying Desoxyn
caused you to sign a confession

- to eight murders?
- Yes.

Look, here's something
you don't know.

The man who arrested me,
Detective Bob Cooper,

he found my pills
and then he introduced me

to the good stuff, the IV stuff.

And the more prostitutes
I confessed

to killing based on information
that he fed me,

the higher the dose. And I never

fully sobered up
until last year,

when I discovered Buddhism.
But by then it was too late.

No one would listen.

The Star Chamber did.

That's their whole message,
right?

"They died in vein."

How are you communicating
with them?

I'm not gonna tell you that.

I'm not gonna let you interfere
with the work

they're doing on my behalf.

Odd behavior
from a supposedly innocent man.

You know what? I've howled

for ten years against a system
that wouldn't even notice me

until the Star Chamber
embarrassed them

and then it noticed.

I'm not gonna cooperate and
help you find the Star Chamber.

They're the only ones fighting
to keep me alive.

So, how long ago
did you retire, Detective?

Oh, about four years.

You know, they say that you
never turn off being a cop,

but, uh, I sure did.
(chuckles)

Detective Cooper, we need

to ask you a few questions
about the Sam Russell case.

Oh, my pleasure, yeah.
It's good to answer questions

that are gonna put this guy
in the gas chamber

instead of taking him out.

ROSSI: Someone claims
that you fed Russell drugs

- in order to get the confession.
- Who?

Who said that?

It doesn't matter who.

Oh, I bet it was those, uh,
jackass computer nerds.

- Is it true?
- No.

Of course not. I'd be willing
to swear on a stack of Bibles

if you want me to,

- it's not true. - You know,
it's interesting how much

you can tell about a person
by what they choose to read.

This shelf, for instance,
is devoted to Ayn Rand,

Christopher Hitchens,
Richard Dawkins, Sam Harris.

So?

You're an atheist.

BLAKE:
Your comment about

the stack of Bibles
is a linguistic tell.

You're overcompensating,

which means
you're hiding something.

Uh... (stammers)

That photograph
you were admiring there...

uh, you want to know
who I'm shaking hands with?

- I don't care. - Well, I'll
tell you. It's my union rep.

Local 151.
Now, here's what's gonna happen.

When you people leave here,

I'm gonna get on the phone
with my good buddy there,

and he's going to issue a press
release saying that Detective

Bob Cooper has devoted
his entire career to justice.

So, why is the FBI keeping

a serial killer who he caught

from receiving the justice
that the Brotherhood

of Police fight and die for...

every day?

(computer trilling)

I can't tell you
how much we need your help.

Your network security is tight.

Well, it has to be.

We're in hacker central
here in Silicon Valley.

We ramped up after we digitized
all our case files,

but whoever did this
left a bomb behind.

- A bomb?
- He means a Trojan horse.

So, whenever you try
to source the hack,

pieces of the code self-delete.

Which means that Star Chamber
has pretty much

all of the Sam Russell file.

You've seen this before?
Because it took our backup file

and the district attorney's.

Yeah, I may have
helped design this

back when
I was a sort of bad guy,

but I'm-I'm gonna see
what I can do to rebuild it.

Let me know
if you need any help.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

I am not rebuilding jack.

Whoever did that is amazing.

Come on, not as amazing as you.

Pretty amazing. They started
with an SQL injection.

That's no big deal.
You can download

a patch to fight it off.

But it's the patch
that contains a Trojan Horse.

Like taking a flu shot
filled with cancer.

Exactly.

Maybe I can find a clue
in the code

to figure out
who the culprit is.

Just do that thing
that you do, baby girl.

Okay. We have to stop this.

Stop what?

Derek, the FBI is organizing
seminars on the way we talk.

- So what?
- So,

- it's embarrassing.
- Not to me.

I am not about
to change how I am with you

because Bob in Payroll
doesn't get the joke.

Look, I like the way we talk.

Just can we cool it
for a bit, please?

(sighs)

Fine. Only because
you're asking.

Uh, but before we play
this little game of yours,

I want to know
what this blunderguff thing is.

That is a conversation
between JJ and I that I will...

(rhythmic beeping)

MORGAN:
What?

What's wrong?

- What?
- I have to talk to Hotch.

(rhythmic beeping continues)

This is the client's address?

Yeah. This is it.

Huh. Homey.

Well, whenever a guy books
a twofer, you have to wonder.

Not me. I tell the sitter
I'll be home early

because they book us
for the whole night,

and then we're out the door
after 15 minutes.

20, tops.

(elevator squeaking)

Welcome.

Okay, well, we need to have
a little primer on hacking,

because I think
I figured out the member

of the Star Chamber
who's behind all this.

And who is he?

I'm gonna take a guess
based on the signature.

Hackers have signatures?

Sometimes. Usually, it's a

message in the code
to let other pros know,

"Hey, this one was me."

And, in this case,

the signature matches
the DOJ hack,

and it is
"Happy Fun Meow Meow."

Sorry. What?

"Happy. Fun. Meow. Meow."

What the hell does that mean?

It was Garcia's signature
before she joined the BAU.

GARCIA: None of this has been
an accident.

Getting us to review the case,
leaving that clue.

And there is only one man
bold enough

and has the kind of crazy

kung fu to do it.

His name is Shane Wyeth,
and he is my old...

hacking mentor.

REID: Do you think you can
get him to come to the table?

We need the file to reexamine
Russell's confession.

If Russell's innocent,
we'll need it for clues

to find the identity
of the real killer.

That's not gonna be easy.

Shane and I ended
on terrible terms.

He was more than just a mentor,
wasn't he?

(woman groaning,
whimpering and panting)

(whimpering)

(panting and whimpering)

(crying)

Please let me go.

Please. Please.

Uh-uh-uh.

No. No.

(crying)

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Hold... Hold my... hold my hand.

(crying, cart wheeling)

(crying)

- (sobbing)
- (panting)

(sobbing)

- (buzzer sounds) -My lawyer
told me the news this morning.

Two more prostitutes...
one stabbed, one strangled?

It's a tragedy.

A tragedy that helps your case.

I need to talk to Shane Wyeth.

He's the member
of the Star Chamber

you've been in contact with,
correct?

That depends.

You gonna arrest him?

No.

How can I trust that?

Because I don't think
you did this.

And I need the file that
he stole in order to prove it.

So how do I contact him?

Shane will speak
with the Black Queen,

Black Queen only.

They set up an Internet
relay chat room.

And, from there,
they can arrange a meeting

on neutral turf.

There are millions
of IRC channels. I need a name.

Hashtag-hail-to-the-king.

(door creaking)

(man shouts in distance)

(door creaking)

(door closes)

You really think he's innocent?

I know he's hiding something,

but I couldn't
let him know that.

Okay, we got what we needed.

How do we play it
to our advantage?

We don't. We can't.

We do this Shane's way.

No, Garcia. It's too early
to make that call.

Sir, I'm not happy
about any of this,

but people are still dying,
right?

All right, you arrange the meet.

We'll deliver the profile.

At this point,

we've got two working theories
about this case.

We need to give both of them
equal weight.

The first is that, unpleasant
as it may be to admit,

Sam Russell
was wrongly convicted

and the real killer
has struck again.

If that's the case,
this UnSub is controlled enough

to stay dormant for ten years,

but Russell's impending
execution

has brought him back
to the surface.

Dennis Rader, the BTK killer,
went dormant for 16 years,

but later sent letters
to the media,

claiming credit for his crimes.

And last night's murder
could serve

as a similar message to us.

The other theory is,
we have a copycat,

and he's trying to cast doubt
on Russell's conviction.

To copy the case
this accurately,

the UnSub would have
to have access

to the original case file.

BLAKE: And since
the Star Chamber has that file,

- we think he's one
of their members. - REID: Certain

types of hackers thrive
on the cachet of infamy.

This UnSub wants to show
his peers that he's so evil,

he can commit the murders
that Russell didn't.

HOTCH:
And whichever

these theories turns out
to be correct,

the key to finding this UnSub

is comparing last night's murder
to 2004.

How are you gonna do that when
we don't have the file anymore?

We have an expert working
on it right now.

Testing.

MORGAN:
Okay, keep going.

I want to test the signal.

Tell me about the meet.

Uh, it's happening

at a local access
network gaming center.

It's a good place
for hackers to hide.

All right, that's good.

(inhales and exhales deeply)
I feel like I'm gonna barf.

Okay, hey, hey, hey.

I'm gonna be in the van
right outside.

If you get in trouble, I will be
on you before you c...

I will be there.

Wow.

You were gonna marry this guy,
weren't you?

No. No.

- MORGAN: No?
- No.

Okay, then what?

Because I have never seen you
like this before.

Oh.

After my parents died,

I went through this period

where I was even more
comfortable than I am now

in front of a computer
than in front of people.

You know, a computer can't

surprise you or hurt you or...

die without saying good-bye,
and...

(sighs)

Shane figured that out about me,
and he made me feel really...

- Safe?
- Yes, and he did it by

telling me I was never
going to die.

He recorded almost everything
I said and I did.

So it was like
I was gonna live forever.

It's kind of romantic, I guess.

I guess, until you get
in a fight, and then it's like,

"Would you please put down
the fricking camera,

and can we talk
like normal people?"

And... (inhales deeply)
You know, I'm stubborn.

- Oh, yeah, just a little bit.
- Yeah, but it was

like we would get...
we would get in these fights,

and-and then...

He liked fighting... a lot.

He liked winning... and...

I had become this person

I never intended to be.

So I stopped being that person,

and when I stopped
being that person,

I-I couldn't be with Shane.

And I never looked back.

Good.

Because you've come a long way.

It's time.

Time for what?

Isn't it obvious, Eyebrows?

I have to get into character.

(computers trilling,
indistinct chatter)

Shane? Shane?!

- What?
- I need

- another hour, Shane.
- SHANE: No.

Come on.
Comp me 15 minutes.

Did you learn nothing
from your date with your sister?

No means no.

Now either give me your mom's
credit card, or get out.

- Hey, Shane?
- What's up?

What the hell, man?

We just got knocked offline.

What do you mean?

- (skull laughs on computer)
- MAN: Oh!

- MAN 2: Aw!
- (indistinct chatter)

(skull laughing)

MAN:
What is going on?

SHANE:
She's back.

♪ Kelly, can you handle this?♪

♪ Michelle,
can you handle this?♪

♪ Beyoncé, can you
handle this?♪

♪ I don't think
they can handle this!♪

♪ Whoo!♪

♪ Barely move, we've arrived♪

♪ Lookin' sexy, lookin' fly♪

♪ Baddest chick...♪

(heavy metallic creaking)

SHANE:
Very nice.

(door closes)

Wow. You...

You've lost weight.

You miss me?

No.

Okay.

Why don't you, uh...

prove it?

GARCIA:
Hi.

Hi.

I'm going to kiss you.

Okay.

Thank you.

Uh...

We have a lot to talk about.

Yes, we do.

So, we dug
into both victims' lives.

They worked
for separate agencies,

- but went freelance about two
months ago. - Not a surprise.

We've seen how the Internet has
revolutionized the sex industry.

It's taken it off the streets

and allowed the women
to control their own clientele.

HOTCH:
That could be how the UnSub

crossed paths with them.

BLAKE:
We thought that, too, but when

we looked at cell
and computer records,

the data fields were empty.

- For both women?
- JJ: Well, if it was

just one, we'd chalk it up

to chance or luck,
but two's a pattern.

Yeah, if the UnSub's good with
computers, he could have erased

- everything. - ROSSI: We need
to dig deeper into

their online lives.

Match his expertise
with our own.

Well, unfortunately,

our expertise is in the field
right now.

Just give us the file back.

You're asking me
to cooperate with the FBI?

I am asking you
to do the right thing.

This is not about proving
whether Russell is

innocent, okay?

Look, two more women died
last night.

Yeah, I know.
'Cause of that,

I should hand the keys
to the car back to the morons

who crashed it
in the first place?

I took the file to make you
rebuild the case from scratch

because you and the genius squad
missed a couple

kind of important things.

Like the silent partner.

You have no idea
who that is, do you?

- Can we stop?
- Your team floated two killers.

There's been an inside man
the whole time!

You completely overlooked him.

You're the FBI, for God's sake.

Can we stop?
Shane, please,

can we stop? Can't we just talk
like normal people for a second?

Yeah, sure. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, let's talk
like normal people.

How's your mom?

She died.

Seven years ago.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I posted a thing.

I can't...

I made a deal with the FBI.

I'm not allowed to get in touch
with you, with guys like you.

Why did you do it?

Why did you go to their side?

I got caught.

You got caught?

You walked in.

You walked in 'cause you were
too scared to stay with me.

I wanted a different life maybe.

Well, you got one, didn't you?

Baby girl.

GARCIA: You don't even know
what that means.

SHANE:
I know the texts I saw.

And whoever this guy is...
the one I assume you're

sleeping with...
he did the impossible.

He managed to take
the strongest, toughest woman

I've ever met in my life,
and he infantilized her.

We're not sleeping together.

Well, that makes it worse.

That means
you infantilized yourself.

Who are you?

'Cause the woman I loved...

she's gone.

Wine.

I'm good, thanks.

Can I use your bathroom?

Sure. Down the hall
to the left.

(chirps)

What are you doing?

No. No, no, no, no.

No!

And the M.O. Was mixed?

Only one victim, but

he strangled her
and then stabbed her.

It could be an evolution.

Or he's trying
to cast more doubt on Russell.

Her name is Debbie Bloom.

She went freelance
two months ago,

and when she did, all traces
of her business vanished.

Exactly like the previous
two victims.

What if we're thinking
about the M.O. Wrong?

What if the UnSub
didn't erase the data?

That the call girls were simply
hiding it from law enforcement?

And the UnSub figured out a way
to use it to his advantage?

ROSSI:
Well, Blake found

one potential lead.

There was the last client
that Debbie kept

before she went off the grid.

Goes by the name of Mr. Smith.

Will Mr. Smith talk to us?

Oh, once Blake promised that
we wouldn't ruin his marriage.

She's bringing him in now.

Who's that?

Mr. Smith.

- Oh.
- Oh.

It's so unfair.

Going off the grid was supposed
to make things safer for her.

The man we're looking for knew
she was off the grid,

and it's keeping us
from finding him.

Can you help us
figure this out?

I, uh, actually
helped her set it up.

There's apps now.

Online calendars,
phone calls over WiFi,

even payment through this thing
called Bitcoin,

where you can have it
converted into cash.

But don't those still leave
breadcrumbs on the Internet?

It was all encrypted.

If she didn't log in
every 12 hours,

all the data erases itself.

So it couldn't be used
against her if she got arrested.

So how did you figure
all this out?

Debbie found a post online.

Um, we looked at it so much,
I bookmarked it.

Can I see?

It's one of those long posts
with step-by-step instructions.

If this is how
Debbie hid in plain sight,

it's a good bet that Gloria
and Marguerite did, too.

Maybe the UnSub wrote that
in order to prey on his victims.

BLAKE:
The UnSub

didn't write it.

Based on the verbiage, syntax
and organizational structure,

I can tell you who did.

Sam Russell.

Come on.

Take the cheese.

What's going on?

I was sick of being
behind the eight ball,

so I found a back door
on Shane's work server.

(clack, electronic hissing)

Looks like he found you.

That's the point.

(electrical buzzing)

I wanted him to find me.

And now... I invite him in.

And we start to play.

(computer trilling, beeps)

SHANE:
You found a blind spot.

(echoing):
I'm impressed.

Why are we here?

When we would fight,

this is how we made up,

so, I figure, since this is
the best way we communicated,

maybe I can use it
to talk some sense into you.

Yeah, actually, uh, I think

this was the best way
we communicated.

(whooshing)

Remember?

I do.

I remember when you
talking sense sounded like this.

GARCIA:
There is zero point in

following the law, because
the whole thing is corrupt.

And nothing is going
to make me happier

than to watch the whole
stupid thing burn to the ground.

The government, the police,
the Feds,

every shred of it.

Burn, burn, burn.

How's that, baby?

Hmm?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- Calm down. Calm down.
- You saw that.

Yes, I did. He's just trying
to get under your skin.

- It's working.
- Forget about what

he's doing and focus on why.

He's a narcissist, right?

He's a game player.
Garcia, those guys

are easy to manipulate because
they always overplay their hand.

No, not Shane.
Shane does not lose.

He lost something ten years ago,
didn't he?

He doesn't care
about Russell, Garcia.

He wants you.

He wants you to, one last time,
say that he won.

Okay, if-if that's true,
how do I use that against him?

Sit down.

Come on.

(Garcia sniffles)

Just wait for his opening.

You'll know it
when you see it, okay?

Okay.

You can do this.

I can do this.

(sighs)

I can do this.

- (beeps and trilling)
- Okay, l"m really embarrassed.

Good job.

You embarrassed me.

That doesn't matter.
Here's why.

I grew up, sort of.

And I figured out that
the revolution isn't gonna come

over a T-1 line.

I have learned new tricks.

Who'd you learn them from?

From him?

GARCIA: The FBI's organizing
seminars on the way we talk.

- So?
- So it's embarrassing.

Not to me. I am not about
to change the way I am with you

because Bob in Payroll
doesn't get the joke.

Look, I like the way we talk...

You've been following me
this whole time?

Yep, you and Supervisory Very
Special Agent Derek Morgan.

Are you surprised?
But, really, Penny,

you chose this guy?

You chose a brainless,
metrosexual...

action figure?

That's his opening.

Yes, it is. Now tell me why.

Because the last time he said
he didn't know who you were,

but he does.

He sees us having a relationship

that he doesn't get
to have anymore,

and it's driving him crazy.

I told him
we're not sleeping together.

Doesn't matter.

His narcissistic brain
won't accept

that we could ever be friends.

So he thinks he can beat me
by beating us?

Mm-hmm.

So what's your next move,
baby girl?

New game.

Two teams, BAU

versus Star Chamber.

We see who can find
the new killer first.

But we do it
on an equal playing field,

which means you give us
the Sam Russell file back...

...and we give you our profile.

When I win, what do I get?

When you log on
to the DOJ Web site,

there will be a picture of me

and Super Special Agent
Derek Morgan

with shoes on our heads.

He just left the table.

Did he take the bait?

I don't know.

What's the shoe
on the head mean?

Uh, it's an Internet thing.

(computer chimes)

Hello, I've got mail.

We got the file.

REID:
You know, I hate to admit it,

but the Star Chamber
did an impressive job.

They took the police file
and annotated it

- with their own research.
- MORGAN: Is there

any other evidence?
'Cause I'm not seeing anything.

There's one thing we missed.

Back in 2004, Russell
had a silent hacking partner

in charge of money
and infrastructure

who remained hidden
in the shadows.

They think the silent partner
committed the murders

and let Russell take the fall
for it.

Two UnSubs would explain it.
We profiled that ten years ago.

What if the silent partner
was also the killing partner?

Well, that would mean that
Russell admitted to four murders

he didn't commit. Why not just
cut a deal and name the partner?

Because he'd still get life
in prison.

Beats a death sentence.

Not if you think
you can beat the system.

And hackers always think
they can do that,

especially if you had help
from the outside.

And that's why the partner
surfaced now.

This whole time, we've been
trying to figure out

which profile is right, the
dormant killer or the copycat.

- But the answer is both.
- Okay, but how do we prove it?

If we can't, we're no better
than the Star Chamber.

Yeah, Hotch.

I think we may have something.

Yeah, I wrote this post.

I told Shane
to put it up on Reddit.

Why would you care so much about
how prostitutes do business?

Because I think sex work
should be safe and legal.

The Internet
can destigmatize it.

And make it easier for predators
to prey on victims.

Well, I agree. That's why

you should really catch
that predator.

HOTCH: There's something else
we need to discuss.

When we got the files back
from the Star Chamber,

we noticed a detail about
the strangulations we hadn't

- seen before. - What we noticed
about the killer

is when he was choking out
these women, their hair...

their hair would collect
around their throats, like this.

And he would grip it so tight...

...that he would rip the hair
out by the roots.

So we realized the...

old killer's signature that
the new killer didn't copy...

is hair.

(beads falling)

Your partner on the outside
fed that to you,

and every time you got a lock
of your victims' hair,

it was a promise that your plan
was still in motion

and that he'd get you off.

Well, instead, the two of you
are gonna die in here together.

HOTCH: Let me explain to you
what's gonna happen.

We're gonna go to the governor

and he's gonna halt
your execution

and withdraw the charges
for the first murders.

And then we're gonna retry you

- for the other four murders.
- That's mine.

You got to... Give it back.

Give it back!

Stop! It's mine!

Come on. It's ridiculous.

What is?

The FBI profile on the guy
Sam Russell's in prison for.

How'd you hack that?

I didn't.

- They gave it to me.
- Really?

- Yep.
- (chuckles)

- What's it say?
- Nothing. It's...

completely generic.
All they've got

is the guy could be
an underground hacker,

which could be any of us.

That's good.

- Good?
- Yeah, good.

Because they'll think it's you.

What are you?

Ooh...

No.

MAN:
Clear.

MAN 2:
Yeah, we're clear over here.

JJ: Yeah, Shane's car is here;
he's not.

- Garcia may have another lead.
- ROSSI: There's something hinky

about some stuff
Shane bought online.

- (computer chimes)
- There it is.

Oxycodone.

Would Shane use it
recreationally?

No way. Shane is one
of those people where, like,

his body is his temple.

He wouldn't take anything
to pollute it.

The UnSub must have bought this
in Shane's name.

- Where were the drugs sent?
- To an address

in Shane's name
in Silicon Valley

that there's no way
he could afford.

HOTCH:
All right, Morgan, go,

take Reid with you. Garcia,
I want you on site, too,

scanning the networks.

Yes, sir.

(groaning)

Oh, f... Oh, my God,
you used me.

Oh, Shane,
you wanted to be used.

You took my money,

- and you hoarded
- (wheels squeaking)

My servers for your little...

crusade.

And none of that

is free.

Even those women knew that.

(grunts, panting)

(laughing)

(panting)

(whimpering)

- No.
- And so...

- now it's time for you
- No.

To be so overwhelmed with guilt

that you kill yourself.

SHANE:
Aah!

FBI!

Drop the needle.
Let me see your hands.

How much did you give him?

Figure it out.

- Stand down.
- Standing down.

Back there.

(grunting)

Go ahead
and pull up his shirt, Morgan.

(Reid grunts)

(Shane inhales)

- (wheezes)
- Oh, my God.

Nothing. The paramedics are
on their way.

- You got anything else over
there? - Maybe norepinephrine

- but it might kill him.
- Wait. - (grunting)

Just wait. Shane,
I know you're in there,

and I know you can hear me.

I won, Shane.

And if you die on me, I'm gonna
tell everybody we know.

I... won.

Do it. Do it now.

(inhales sharply, coughing)

(panting)

You got lucky.

Oh.

Yes, I did.

(coughs)

This is the one.
This is the last... Wait.

- No, wait. No. That's the one.
- Mm-hmm.

- That's... Hold on. Okay, one
more. I'm sorry. - Okay. Enough.

- Okay, I'm stopping.
- All right, all right.

(Shane sighs)

We used to make fun
of chicks like you.

No, you used to make fun
of chicks like me.

This is who I always wanted
to be,

and I was too afraid
to tell you

'cause I didn't think
you'd like me.

Do you ever miss her?

'Cause I do.

Take such good care
of yourself, Shane.

(sighs)
Good-bye.

Good-bye.

So... I have a confession
to make.

Uh-oh.

You are not the first guy
to call me "baby girl."

- Get out of here.
- It's true.

It'd better not be that guy.

Oh, no. Uh-uh. Actually,
it was a different guy.

Okay, I'll bite.

How did this pretender to the
throne end up stealing my fire?

I'm going to tell you. But first

I have to explain in explicit,

sexually inappropriate detail

what a flarpy blunderguff is.

Okay, so, you need, like,
an oil-based paint

and some charcoal

and some sort of food
that you love...

I mean, love... because you are
gonna be with it.

"To invent your own lifes"
meaning is not easy,

"but its" still allowed,

and I think you"ll be happier
for the trouble."

Bill Watterson.
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