Previously on Criminal Minds: Evolution.
Moving now will give Henry some time to make some memories at the new place
before he moves away to some dorm somewhere.
- He'll probably stay on the east coast? - California's always been on his list.
How long are you out for?
Contractor says two, maybe three weeks.
- Thank you for this. - Mmm.
Why conduct these interviews?
So we can learn how Lee Duval became Elias Voit, became Sicarius.
You think if I walk you through everything,
you'll be able to stop someone else?
Welcome to The Sicarius Files. May I call you Elias?
It's sad how pathetic I am. But you know what's even more pathetic?
Someone who makes a show about it, and anyone who listens to it.
What do you want?
There's cash in the bedroom upstairs, all right? Just take it.
Take anything you want, please, just leave us alone.
You believe money will free you.
Yeah. That's what you want, right?
No!
Heresy.
Heresy is the reason I'm here.
- Heresy? - What are you talking about?
Confess.
I don't understand what you're talking about.
- For God's sake, just tell him. - Tell him what? I don't know.
I don't know! Whatever you did.
Tell me!
- Jesus Christ! - No, no.
- Please. - Tell me!
Please. [cries] Please. We have a son.
Okay, all right.
- I confess. - What?
I confess.
The truth is, it was me, all right?
I was the one. I ordered the layoffs at the company last year, okay?
- Oh, God. [crying] Charles. - I know. I know. I know.
We didn't need to do it, but we did, all right?
And if you're one of those people, I'm...
I'm sorry. All right? It was... It was a mistake.
- We shouldn't have done it-- - He can... He can make this right.
- You can do that, can't you? - Yeah. Yes, of course. Of course I can.
See? He can fix this for you,
and this can be all over, and you can let us go.
I swear to God.
I swear.
No!
Oh, my God!
"One's work may be finished someday, but one's education never."
Alexandre Dumas.
All of these pages? And they're not Photoshopped?
No. In fact, forensics confirmed that ink was pressed to paper
with the type bars of an analog typewriter.
Jesus! I mean, the time and effort.
Someone really did not appreciate
Voit calling them pathetic on Garrity's podcast.
How seriously should we take this?
Voit thinks very seriously.
He thinks it's a threat?
He thinks it's intended to get his undivided attention.
Like some crazy, disillusioned fan?
Who now has something to prove.
So we could be looking at Voit's very own Mark David Chapman.
I assume no prints were recovered?
Or DNA, but based on the postmark,
we believe it was deposited in a drop box somewhere in Kensington, Pennsylvania.
It's a neighborhood in northeast Philly.
Okay, well that narrows it down, doesn't it?
Yeah, it does.
- Have you followed up with Voit yet? - Uh, I'm gonna head there now.
- Keep me updated. - Absolutely.
Okay, so... pretty sure I'm being ghosted by my son.
Oof. Three texts and no reply. That's... teenagers.
Henry's gone MIA before, but this, this is like texting with a monk.
Probably overwhelmed.
College applications and everything. Maybe why he wants to stay local.
Local? Wait, what are you talking about?
I- I told him he should talk to you.
This is the first I'm hearing about it. What do you mean?
Oh. I'm interrupting. My doves, there is something out in Colorado
that desperately needs our attention. Sorry, let's go.
Okay.
My people, the crossword clue of the day is heresy.
As in sacrilege, blasphemy, heathenism.
I bring this up because we have an unsub in Colorado Springs
who has killed at least two women by beating them to death with,
Dear Goddess, a sledgehammer,
but not before accusing the latest victim, Mary Tolson, of, you guessed it, heresy.
Leaving a living witness is a pretty bold statement.
And risky considering he's not concealing his face.
Penelope, have either surviving spouses met with a sketch artist?
Yeah, but the descriptions are so vague local PD don't think they're any help.
He must present as very average, hard to identify,
especially since he's also getting in-and-out of the victims' homes unseen.
That speaks to a high level of organization and planning.
Coupled with an explosive rage.
I mean, to use a sledgehammer to essentially destroy a family
for some kind of what, perceived sin?
Time out. All men, please immediately go to therapy. Thank you. Time back in.
But the fact remains that he is...
he's not committing physical violence against the whole family.
No, he's inflicting emotional violence to the surviving family.
Especially to the husbands,
since it appears the unsub broke into the homes
after the teenage children left for school.
So sparing those kids from actually having to witness the violence
could speak to the unsub's own history of trauma.
Maybe the heresy this unsub perceives
is something to do with a fucked up way of protecting them.
All right, Dave, Tyler, we are headed to Colorado Springs.
Luke, JJ, I need you two to stay behind and help Tara with Voit.
Looks like he has sparked a fire that we are going to have to put out.
Laundry crew from C Block authorized to Work Area 3.
You struck quite a nerve out there.
Whoever this was couldn't help himself, he had to respond.
It's geometry.
This all means something to him.
I bet he typed up dozens and dozens of these that weren't good enough to send.
Okay, so you're saying he's patient.
I'm saying he's precise.
He's like you.
- The old you. - He aspires to be.
All right, so you don't think he's committed an act of violence yet?
I don't. This sort of focus, it's transference. He's still evolving.
All right, but this kind of transference,
not to mention a highly developed obsessive-compulsive disorder,
- may be innocuous on their own-- - Yeah, but mix the two together,
it can take you into the darkness,
especially when you've suffered an injury to your ego.
Yeah, thanks to you.
I was a little pissed off when I went at Garrity, okay?
And yes, I maybe, I maybe could've chosen my words a little more wisely, but I...
And you should have. You said it yourself.
Your celebrity carries influence.
This guy was just looking for a reason to get started.
This isn't gonna be the last time he reaches out.
Yeah. Yeah. That's what we're counting on.
He zip tied Mary Tolson, dragged her...
Same drag marks from the chair legs were at the house of victim one, Zoe Faldo.
He's making the victims face their husbands before he kills them.
Maybe he's shaming the wives?
Maybe because he has his own wife that he blames for the end of their relationship?
Could explain the explosion of anger.
It's possible, a lot of unsubs are triggered by marriages ending.
Why not take out that physical violence on the entire family?
Why switch to a psychological torture?
Particularly on the husbands who are forced to sit and watch.
Ooh. I see those wheels turning. Let's hear your theory, Agent Green.
Something feels off about what happened between the two victims.
The husband of victim one, Gary Faldo,
said the unsub knocked him out before killing his wife,
but he didn't mention the unsub saying anything about heresy.
And the first time that word popped up was right here with the Tolsons.
What if Charles Tolson heard about what happened with the Faldos--
And he hired a guy to make it look like the same crime.
Copycat crime.
He gets to draft off the media frenzy. I know it sounds elaborate.
Sometimes the more elaborate, the easier it is to mislead.
- Right. - But the only problem with your theory
is the blood on the zip ties.
- What blood? - Go to the last page.
Thoughts?
Yeah.
Charles Tolson was trying to get free when the unsub started killing his wife,
so much so that he cut through his own flesh.
Not really the effort you make if you hired the killer.
Not so much. You knew that the whole time?
What did I tell you? Reps, you need more reps.
You always have to run through a few bad theories to get to the good ones.
I guess.
But you need to start living in the crime scene more.
Let's... Look, here. Take a seat.
Now, I'm the unsub and I have a sledgehammer.
You're accusing me of heresy.
What else?
You're demanding answers. You're interrogating me.
Would I tie you up just to ask questions? I have a goal in mind.
You have me facing my spouse.
And you are accusing me.
And?
And so...
I'm on trial. He's putting them on trial.
For heresy.
Mr. Tolson, I know this isn't easy.
My son is at my sister's house asking over and over what's going on.
I mean, what am I supposed to say? I can't even take him home.
I mean, hell, you won't even let me go home.
I'm so sorry,
and I know that it's not easy to integrate back into your daily life after this.
Mary, she did so much for us.
I feel so lost. I should've helped more.
I mean, who could... who could do this?
We think she was specifically targeted
for a reason that ties to this man's religious beliefs.
Did your wife hold any present day beliefs
that might have been in conflict with certain religions?
No, I... I don't... I don't think so.
We didn't really talk about that stuff.
Now you said that the man was difficult to describe, no defining characteristics,
but was there anything else about him that spoke to a particular theology?
Um, do you recall any tattoos or jewelry?
Yes. He was wearing this... this necklace.
I remember when he was...
- Please. - Yes!
...killing her, it kept swinging around.
Was there any kind of symbol on it?
There was something hanging from it.
Like a medallion?
- It was like a vial. - A vial?
Was there something inside of it?
- Go ahead, Emily. - Dave, I need you and Tyler
to check and see if you can find a crystal-like substance
sprinkled in the corners of the house.
Crystals?
Must've been an interesting convo with Mr. Tolson.
- Yeah, heartbreaking too. - They always are.
Wait.
Hey, what's this?
I got something.
Well, what do we have here?
Sodium chloride, aka salt.
Seems salt was just found at the Faldos'.
In several traditions,
placing salt in the corners of a room is part of a cleansing ritual.
Right. It represents the power to ward off evil spirits.
You remember Robin Gecht?
He led a group of men to mutilate women and perform satanic rituals.
- I do. This could be similar. - Those victims of opportunity?
In this case, based on the crime scenes, our unsub is targeting specific families.
Not just the family, the women.
And call me biased by my experience,
but when I hear accusations of heresy and guys performing salt rituals,
I think witch hunts.
Confess.
Oh.
Look at you.
Yes, you.
You crazy fuck.
You want to kill a heretic? Is that what you want, huh?
Kill this witch, asshole. Kill this witch!
No.
Fuck!
Oh, no! [crying] No! No.
Andrew.
- Hey. - Hi.
FCI Butler just intercepted another message from Voit's fan.
We know that it's him for sure?
Same typeface, same postmark, same forensic countermeasures.
What's the message?
No words this time. Instead... He sent these. Photos of a Jane Doe.
We got nothing from facial recognition?
Her face is obscured just enough to stonewall the algorithm.
Not an accident, I'm sure.
Now that he's got Voit's attention, he wants to play a game.
Catch me if you can.
You see the tree right there?
Uh, the trunk is broad and straight, and the leaves grow out in little stalks,
An evergreen.
That's an eastern hemlock.
Yeah, it's the state tree of Pennsylvania.
It's my home state, guys.
All right, well, I'd say we know where we need to start running DMV photos.
Mrs. Blair, I'm SSA David Rossi.
It's my fault.
It's not your fault.
I baited him into killing Andrew.
You did nothing wrong.
- You don't understand. You can't. - No.
I'd heard about the attacks on the news.
The women who were killed. I thought maybe I could distract him.
Mrs. Blair. Previously, this man had targeted women, you're right.
But...
I know this is going to sound strange...
but this man may have believed that your husband was involved in the occult.
What are you talking about?
I know, but is it possible?
Not at all. Andrew didn't believe in any of that kind of shit.
Could he have hidden it from you?
Agent Rossi. We were married for over 20 years.
We had no secrets. Even when he tried to hide them.
Never mind.
I know you're being very protective of your husband right now.
Was Andrew having an affair?
The thing is when I first caught him, I was so ready for a divorce.
But then I thought about our daughter and I couldn't put her through that.
We were in counseling, working on rebuilding trust.
And besides your counselor,
did you speak to anyone else about your husband's infidelity?
Of course not!
Are you sure?
That has nothing to do with what happened!
An insane son of a bitch broke into our home
mumbling some crazy shit about heresy,
and if I would've just kept my goddamn mouth shut, Andrew would still be alive!
- It's not-- - Please just leave.
So from what Tawny Blair said,
Rossi suspects that the unsub isn't actually targeting witches.
He's going after adulterers?
Based on this unsub's obsessive medieval MO,
back in the Middle Ages,
the act of infidelity would by definition make you a witch,
whether you were a male or a female.
Okay. But if this guy is trying to punish people who break their marriage vows,
why does he need to dress it all up in medieval judgment?
Well, Rossi has a theory about that,
but at the moment, the question is, how does our unsub know
that his victims are straying from their vows?
Oh.
Okay.
Good witch Garcia, what can I spell you for?
Okay, Penelope, new theory on victimization.
Say more.
We think our unsub is passing judgment on spouses who cheat
because he believes that's what makes them witches.
Okay, can I just say, aside from the killing,
I find this unsub's behavior very sex negative.
He doesn't know, those people could be in an open relationship.
Well, somehow he knows they aren't.
So we need you to take a closer look at the patterns of our first two victims.
Is there anything about their financial habits
that speaks to extramarital activities?
All right, let's see if this is adultery or just witches be shopping.
Oh.
All right, it probably is the former.
Mating in captivity can cause wandering. I am seeing some short flight turnarounds,
and a handful of cash withdrawals that do line up with boutique hotel purchases,
so all criteria points to afternoon delight dalliances.
Okay, can you cross reference those records with our latest victim
and see if there's any kind of match?
I sure can, but that's going to take more bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.
I'll hit you back.
Found it. The Malleus Maleficarum. It's our unsub's instruction manual.
Huh. First published in 1486,
the Malleus Maleficarum is a treatise on witchcraft.
Endorsing death and torture as viable forms of justice.
Malleus Maleficarum literally translates to "Hammer of Witches."
So explains the murder weapon.
I'm guessing this wasn't on your Goodreads list, Dave.
No, but you mentioning Robin Gecht reminded me of my history with it.
What kind of history?
Back in the '80s, there was a lot of Satanic Panic
with the unsub's use of demonic symbolism.
Richard Ramirez and the Fall River murders created media storms.
Gideon and I thought that the hysteria was overblown,
so we started studying anything and everything we could about the occult,
and that book just stuck in my mind.
"The infidelity of witches stands out as the greatest of sins."
Yeah, and the book demands that witches be led in backwards in the presence of judges
and that the judges carry consecrated salt around their necks.
So our unsub's entire ritualization is inside these pages,
but nobody is going to find this with just a basic Internet browsing.
This guy's highly educated.
Yes, and his obsession with this book
means that it had to have been introduced to him
at a moment of profound emotional trauma.
Causing him to latch on to its violent ideals
and justify his own hatred for adulterers.
It's time we delivered the profile.
Our unknown subject is a white male, early 30s to mid 40s.
We believe this individual is lashing out
following a triggering experience with a loved one.
He's organized and highly educated.
He is compulsively driven by an obsessive adherence
to an obscure 15th century religious text
that has been disavowed by the church.
This person is able to fit in,
or-or at the very least, he's able to go unnoticed in his daily life.
We suspect he is a part-time worker or an independent contractor,
but however he earns a living,
this unsub has a close connection to the spouses he intends to target.
It's how he identifies the transgression in the marriage.
Our unsub sees himself as a moral enforcer.
There's nothing that will satisfy his need to punish.
Which means we need to work fast. Good luck.
No, I don't recognize her. That's all he sent?
That's it.
Okay, well, he must have been holding onto these for a long time.
She's his obsession.
- Don't you mean his victim? - Well, potential victim.
You know, otherwise, why wouldn't he just send me pictures of her body?
Taunting me.
Because he can do what you can't.
- He's trying to show off. - To prove he's not pathetic.
Here's the thing, he knows your mail is monitored.
He knows he needs to take forensic countermeasures.
He knows you'd share this with the FBI.
Yeah, and still, he's not 100% positive that he's smarter than me.
Yeah, this would be one way to prove it.
Test of skills.
Game on.
You've already identified her, haven't you?
Fastest game of Carmen Sandiego I've ever played.
Laura Boyd. She is an intern at Eisendale Publishing.
Yeah, it says here she's currently enrolled
at Warding University as a graduate student.
It's just outside of Philadelphia.
Yeah, so one month ago, she deleted all of her social media accounts.
- Something must have spooked her. - More like someone.
Marshals on their way?
Yeah, she's already in protective custody and she is not happy about it.
It's because she has no idea what kind of danger she's in.
Well, hopefully she can shed some light on Voit's secret admirer.
I just don't understand why you can't tell me what I'm doing here.
Ms. Boyd, SSA Jennifer Jareau. This is SSA Luke Alvez.
Hey. Please take a seat.
The marshals insisted they can't tell me what the hell is going on.
I just don't understand, and I'm kind of freaking out.
- I can assure you you're safe. - Safe from what?
- We'd like to show you something. - Okay.
Do you recognize these?
Yeah. My um... My ex-boyfriend took them, when we were still dating.
- What's your ex's name? - Lance. Lance Kingston.
That motherfucker! I knew I should've gotten that restraining order.
Why would you need that?
Because he started out as this total prince,
and then he turned out to be a complete stalker nutjob.
I mean, he was my supervisor at work.
We sort of vibed and then he just gave me the ick like crazy.
- So you broke it off with him? - And he did not like that.
What did he do? Did he get violent?
No, he just... ...couldn't let it go.
I mean, everywhere I went, he was just lurking around the corner, even online.
He's posting shit about me in the comments.
That's why you got off social media.
Had to. And then he started showing up to my grad lectures.
- That's when I called the cops, but-- - They couldn't do anything.
After he found out I called the cops, he blew up at work screaming.
It really scared me.
- Did anyone see it? - Everybody. It got his ass fired.
Has he tried to reach out to you since?
Probably. I don't know. I mean, I moved since then, changed my number.
Please tell me. Did he hurt someone or something?
Is that why you brought me here?
- I wish we could tell you more-- - I get it. You're doing your job,
but like I said, he went apeshit when I called the cops.
Can you imagine what he'll do if the FBI come knocking on his door?
- Oh, shit! - Seconded.
That's the last person even remotely connected
to the Faldos, the Tolsons and the Blairs.
Everybody either has an alibi or isn't tied to all of the families.
Garcia's confirmed the victims weren't having affairs with the same person
and not even the kids know each other.
- The kids. - What about 'em?
The morning the Blairs were attacked, the daughter had a free period at school.
She got off to a late start. I'm thinking maybe... No.
Hey, don't second guess. Let the theory come to you this time.
The bus stop for the Blairs' house is... it's a half block away around the corner.
You can't see the bus and the front door at the same time.
So he'd only know the kid was gone and the parents were alone
if he stalked the street all morning.
But the news coverage this case has gotten is everywhere.
All of Colorado Springs is on high alert.
If someone was lingering around that long,
the family or a neighbor would've called the cops.
I think our unsub knows the kid's schedule ahead of time.
Look, at first we suspected maybe he was trying to protect the victim's children
from having to witness the violence.
Maybe that's because he knows them.
What if... What if he's actually closer to the kids than he is to their parents?
Then we need to know how, because tomorrow morning he's likely gonna strike.
- Ah-ah. Not so fast. - Thanks, Mom.
Thanks, Dad.
Yeah, I'm surprised you actually use that thing and not some tablet.
Well, it's because I prefer school instead of wasting my day on Minecraft.
Really proud of you, sweetie.
Yeah, and you know who else would be? Your brother.
- I know. I know. - I love you.
- Have a good day, honey.
- Bye, Dad. - Bye, baby.
I should get ready for work.
Yeah.
- Oh, and don't forget about-- - Therapy. Tonight. I almost did.
Hey, what about dinner later? We can get a babysitter and--
Does she need a sitter still?
Can we try for the weekend, babe?
- I mean, work is just-- - Yeah. Sure.
You know what? Screw it. Let's go out later. That sound good?
- Yeah. - Yes.
- Okay. - I'm gonna finish getting ready.
Okay.
Delores!
Into photography, Mr. Kingston?
Yeah. That's a crime now?
Depends. Share those with anybody?
You're not gonna frame me for something. I'm not that pathetic.
Interesting choice of words.
You must really think I'm an idiot.
How does the FBI get hold of these pictures, huh? Illegal search much?
And you are more than welcome to file a complaint with the Department of Justice.
That's my girlfriend.
Was. Was your girlfriend.
We're taking a break.
- I've done nothing wrong. - Mm-hmm.
I did a background check on you.
Background, you're serious.
Two years ago, you spent a couple nights in a drunk tank.
Uh... Oh, and then there were those assault charges. Ugh.
Oh, no, I see you paid a service
to, um, get all this stuff wiped from the Internet.
You should really get your, uh... Your money back there.
Oh, and I see you are looking for a new job.
It's exciting. I don't know. I wonder,
do you think future employers would be interested in this part of your resume?
Fuck this noise.
Okay. [chuckles] I can see now why Ms. Boyd broke it off with you.
Figured she'd mention that. Bitch.
Are you familiar with the Federal Correctional Institution, Butler?
No. Is that supposed to intimidate me?
Are you familiar with Elias Voit?
You mean the serial killer?
See, you have heard of him?
Yeah, who the fuck hasn't?
Listen, how about this?
How about I'm done with whatever this entrapment operation is.
Hold me for something or I'm peacing out.
Okay.
Well, he has a mouth on him.
Aggression, narcissism. He knows exactly what lines he can and can't cross.
He did admit to taking those photos.
But did he send them to Voit?
You don't sound convinced.
- Well, Lance... [chuckles] Lance seems a-- - A little too emotionally erratic.
Mm-hmm. Now he's getting a bit cagey. Without some kind of confession,
I don't-I don't know how we confirm he's Voit's fan.
You know what, I, uh... I have an idea.
What's this?
Uh, it's just a standard release indicating that you came here voluntarily.
I'm just gonna need your John Hancock at the bottom right there.
Who? Whatever.
I know it's a lot to take in, right?
No, I just need a pen.
Shit!
Great. Thanks for your cooperation.
He didn't even flinch when that pen leaked.
Not one bit.
And based on our profile, whoever wrote Voit,
suffers from an obsessive compulsive disorder.
Right, and if Lance was that guy,
he would've lost his shit when that ink went all over the place.
Okay, so Lance took the photos.
But there's no way he mailed them. I mean, even though they were stolen.
So, Voit's fan is certainly following in his footsteps.
So he would have to have the technological know-how
to access Lance's digital domain.
Right. And I'm starting to think
that he deliberately offered up this Lance guy here for our consideration.
Yeah, it does.
I'll tell you something else.
I am not feeling great about releasing Lance back into Laura's orbit.
No, yeah, I don't think a stern warning is gonna keep that guy away.
Yeah, me neither.
But maybe there is a way that we can drive the point home
that he needs to keep his distance from Laura.
Okay. How?
A little extra muscle.
Who the fuck are you?
I'm the guy you need to listen to. You see that camera up there?
I know. You're watching me.
You know why we're watching you?
No.
We're watching you for your own protection.
Protection? What do you--
We know you took those pictures of Laura, okay?
But the person that we're looking for has been keeping eyes on you.
We need to find that guy so that you're no longer a person of interest,
but we're running out of time.
Because pretty soon we're not going to be able to watch over you.
- It's fucking fine by me. - No, it's not fine.
You need someone checking in on you.
You're the type of guy who picked a fight
with almost everyone in your life and lost,
from employers to your own mother.
My mother loves me.
Lance, when you came in here, you volunteered your phone.
That's how we found the photos of Laura.
But we also noticed that there were a lot of outgoing calls to your mom.
No return calls. Not even a text.
She's... She says she's busy.
I'm sure she is. That's not my point.
My point is that you need someone to check in on you.
Without that, I mean, you could go missing and no one would notice.
Not for a long time. Maybe ever.
If you bother Laura again,
I won't like that.
You hear me?
Yeah, I hear you.
Leave Laura alone.
Muscle.
So if the victims' kids don't know each other,
how can the unsub be connected to all three families?
Garcia cross referenced their social groups, school and extracurricular.
Nothing popped up.
What about school staff? The guy blends into the background.
I mean, it's not like the kids confide in him,
but more that he can eavesdrop on their conversations.
Sure. If the kids knew their parents were having problems,
- they'd talk to friends at school. - We know he's highly educated
so, he would definitely qualify to teach history or English.
But what teacher works at three different schools in three different districts?
A part-time one. A substitute.
I hinge on your every need, sir. How can I help?
Penelope, cross-reference the schools where our victims' kids were enrolled in.
We're looking for the name of a substitute teacher employed by all three.
Focus on anyone with advanced education credentials.
Got it. Overqualified temporary employee.
Mmm.
Wait, do I have it? I just might.
Sean Fincher. He is a substitute teacher.
He specializes in advanced history and I got paystubs from all three schools.
Is there anything else we need to know?
Uh, I'm searching court records right now.
Oh, wow!
When Sean was 15 his fire and brimstone pastor pop beat his mom to death.
C.O.D, blunt force trauma to the head
and the father is currently spending life in prison.
Does Sean have any other family?
Uh...
Well, he had a wife, Marta. She filed for divorce four weeks ago
and she moved herself and their son Elijah to Tempe, Arizona.
That's what triggered him.
Garcia, what is the last class Fincher taught?
The parents of one of those students has to be his next target.
I'm searching at warp speed.
Are you ready to confess?
Look, I don't know who you are but don't do this.
Are you ready?
This is a mistake. Please.
Oh, my God.
Confess your heresy.
Heresy? Oh, God. Tell him, Brenton. Just tell him.
What?
Tell him or I will. It's got to be why he's here.
- No. - My husband cheated on me.
Ugh, Jesus.
That's what he has to confess.
Goddamn it, okay. All right, I confess. Is that what you want?
A judgment will be cast.
No, no, wait. I thought that--
And punishment rendered.
- No, no, please. - Fuck you.
You haven't heard my confession!
Penelope, have you found the student?
Yes. Kima Woodrow.
Her father Brenton has had a lot of spendy dinners
while her mom Delores has been out of town.
Okay, we'll have locals pick Kima up from school.
- Send us the Woodrow's home address. - It's sent. Be careful.
You want the truth?
I cheated too.
- Judgment will be p-- - Just do what you gotta do, goddamn it!
No! Wait, wait. She's lying, okay? She's just trying to save me.
Silence!
I have only one question before I render judgment.
Who committed the heresy first?
Kima deserves so much better than you both.
Kima? What? You son of a bitch, you know my daughter?
How the fuck do you know my daughter?
How about our son? Do you even know what happened to him?
I need him to understand what we've been through.
Understand what?
That I killed our boy.
- Don't say that. - No, it's true.
I was the one driving. It was me.
Nico should still be here.
It was an accident.
And I forgave him.
And he's forgiven me. Doesn't that matter?
Yes.
No!
No, please. Please, wait--
FBI! Sean Fincher drop your weapon!
Oh, my God.
Mom, Dad.
Oh, God. Kima. Thank God you're okay.
Tough watching two sides of the coin play out in front of you.
If I'd thought of the kids theory a half step sooner,
maybe Sean Fincher doesn't have to die.
And what if you'd have been a half step slower?
Delores and Brenton are dead.
That's right. And we could have lost more innocent people.
It's easy to see the glass as half empty right now but experience has taught us--
- Glass is half full? - No.
The question you need to ask yourself is, did you do the job right?
And if the answer is yes, fuck the glass.
Uh, just updated Prentiss.
Uh, Laura Boyd's going to have a security escort for the time being.
And I seriously doubt
that Lance Kingston is going to go anywhere near her anytime soon.
Well, you were pretty persuasive.
Hey. Um... I just...
I just wanted to say thank you.
- For what? - The thing with Henry.
- Did you guys talk? - No. Not yet.
But the more I think about it, it just... I don't know.
It just makes me happy that he was able to talk to you.
Someone from our team.
Honestly, it's been good for me too.
You know, to get to lend a hand with the boys
and just to be like an uncle to them.
Whether you know it or not...
You and Penelope, you're like my extra eyes and ears.
You know? My village.
Helps me care for the boys.
And, um, look, as much as I want him to have
that college dorm experience, it's... it's his decision.
He'll tell you when he's ready.
Yeah, he will.
Oh, kids.
They... They just zap your worry button with no warning.
Well, I saw some of that same worry on Henry's face when he told me.
- Really? - Yeah.
Oh. What is he so worried about?
I don't know. But I'm willing to bet that he's ready to tell you.
Thanks.
Hey.
What? Is-Is everything okay?
Oh, everything's fine.
Come on.
What time is it?
It's family time.
- Aren't you like super tired? - Mmm.
You know, a few years ago I would've said, "No, I'm not tired."
I would've pushed through it but the truth is I'm exhausted.
What's with the ice cream?
Because as tired as I am,
nothing makes me happier than sharing something sweet with my first born.
Mom?
Yeah?
About college.
Luke told you, didn't he?
Well, you are turning into quite the profiler, aren't you?
So, why the change of heart?
- I wanna go. I promise. - Mm-hmm.
But after Dad... And now the move...
It's... It's been a lot. For all of us.
I don't know.
I thought maybe if I stayed a while longer, it would be helpful.
Henry. You don't have to give up something to help me, all right?
What-What really helps me is knowing that you're happy.
And what also helps me is knowing what's going on
in that big beautiful brain of yours.
- Stop. - Oh, you know I can't.
Are you sure you're gonna be okay if I go?
Everything's gonna be all right. I promise.
Okay then. I think I'm gonna go to college.
Maybe somewhere in California.
And I am right behind you. Always.
This is Laura's ex-boyfriend, Lance Kingston.
He is the one who took those photos but he's not the guy who sent it to you.
Turns out your fan stole them.
Apparently, he just lifted them right out of digital thin air.
Malware in the ISP.
Yeah, definitely not pathetic.
Oh. He's feeling pretty good about himself right now.
Well, he's certainly feeling smarter than all of us.
So, the Laura Boyd photos, those were like a Trojan horse, right?
Intended to evaluate our response.
Yeah, you can probably save a lot of man-hours and money
by pulling off a protective detail.
Laura Boyd doesn't mean anything to him personally.
She's young, Caucasian, blonde. He chose her to grab your attention.
You're thinking that this fan is presuming missing white woman syndrome.
Odds are in his favor, yeah?
Well... [stammers] ...Laura was also chosen because he knew Lance was stalking her.
And he could only have known that because he was stalking Lance.
Mm-hmm. And so, if he's in Lance's digital life
then as soon as Lance goes home and starts firing off angry emails
he's gonna know all about your interrogation strategies,
your profiling methods, your entire--
- Our whole fucking playbook. - Yeah.
He knew you and I were gonna be able to put Lance behind bars.
Wait, where's Lance now?
We don't know.
Are we gonna find a body?
I don't...
All I know is
the first kill is the one that you fantasize about.
It's special.
Lance, he's just a means to an end. He's a sacrificial pawn.
Even if you found his body, there'd be nothing to profile.
It's... [sighs] It's just death is just part of this guy's greater goal.
And what's that?
To emulate his idol.
And gather as much information as possible.
And learn everything he can.
So that you...
You can never catch him.