Previously on Criminal Minds: Evolution...
- They will let anybody up on the sixth floor now, huh? - (chuckling)
MILLIKEN: Alvez and I
are retired Army grunts.
We met in the ARC Program.
The Army Recovery Care Program.
We help ill and injured service members
reintegrate into civilian life.
- (whimpers) - DOCTOR: The tumor's spread.
There's nothing else we can do.
(crying)
I'm sorry.
Hey. Sorry to interrupt. Do you have a second?
If you'll excuse me.
Did you notice how he checked you out?
You look like his wife who just left him.
GARRITY: Welcome to The Sicarius Files.
I'm your host, Brian Garrity.
My guest, the Sicarius Killer himself,
Elias Voit.
Whoa!
(grunts)
Saved you a whole bunch of fan letters.
VOIT: It's sad how pathetic I am.
But you know who's even more pathetic?
Someone who makes a show about it.
And anyone who listens to it.
LEWIS: Lance Kingston is the one who took those photos.
- But he's not the guy who sent it to you. - Turns out
your fan stole them.
VOIT: Lance, he's just a means to an end.
He's a sacrificial pawn.
♪ ♪
(pants) Perimeter breached.
Ground floor.
One casualty. Outer corridor.
BARLOW: Do you have visual?
(breathing heavily)
Negative.
You motherfuckers!
HELM: Reload! Reload!
On my lead.
Moving.
HELM: Agents under fire.
We need backup immediately.
BARLOW: Copy.
Backup's on the way.
WOMAN: No. (crying)
MILLIKEN: Shut up.
Shut... up.
WOMAN: Please, don't.
(crying continues)
Hey, you take one more fucking step...
Hmm?
Easy, now. We want to help.
- I don't want to die. - No one's gonna get hurt.
Don't you fucking lie to her.
Sir, just put the gun down.
- Look, what's your name? - Fuck you!
That's my name. Why you keeping them from me?
- Keeping what from you, sir? - My meds!
- I need my goddamn meds. - Okay.
Okay, put the gun down, let the woman go, and I...
Hey!
You think I don't fucking see you over there?
Huh?
You want this little lady to die?
No! Sir, sir.
- We do not. - Then give me my goddamn meds!
BARLOW: Agent Lowell,
is target acquired?
- Negative. - Reposition. Acquire target.
- (woman moans) - HELM: Miss,
what's your name?
- Melissa... - Don't!
Don't talk to her!
- You talk to me! - Command, target has been acquired.
You understand?!
Oh-ho-ho!
I have the shot.
This guy over here, huh? This guy over here,
he wants to kill me so bad that he can taste it.
Except, what if he misses, hmm?
- And this little one takes the hit. - Sir?
Enough of this bullshit.
Okay? Enough!
Okay?
I'm gonna count to three, and either you get me
- my goddamn meds or I'm gonna blow her fucking head off. - Please, no. No.
BARLOW: Lowell, you're clear.
Send it.
MILLIKEN: Okay?
One.
WOMAN: Just give him what he wants!
- Two. - Sir, you kill her,
- we kill you! - BARLOW: Take the shot.
Three!
(panting)
What the fuck? What the fuck?
I took the shot.
Holy shit. What'd you do?
Abort, abort! Abort the exercise!
(bell rings)
That was a live fucking round.
- Holy shit. - Get O'Connor.
HELM: O'Connor!
We need medical. Stat!
Secure your weapons now.
- Magazine check. - I got blanks.
Same.
Billy?
Billy, we're unarmed.
Okay? Put down the gun.
Talk to us, Billy.
Medical's coming.
He's dead.
I took the shot.
- MAN (over radio): Security. - Initiate lockdown.
Now. We have an active shooter.
This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill.
- Copy. - HELM: Billy, in about 30 seconds,
the real deal is barreling in here,
and they will kill you.
Hey, you don't want any more blood on your hands,
do you, Billy? Please.
Hand me that weapon.
Let me help you, Billy, okay?
Hey.
I don't fucking get it, man.
(handcuffs clicking)
Hey, what were you thinking?
I had... I had the shot.
I took the shot.
ANNOUNCER (over P.A.): Attention, all personnel.
This is an emergency.
You are under lockdown.
Remain in your location until further notice.
This is not a drill.
I repeat, this is not a drill.
♪
ALVEZ: "We cannot grow when we are in shame,
and we can't use shame to change ourselves or others."
Brené Brown.
So, Tom Milliken was shot?
During a training exercise for selectees
from the Hostage Rescue Team.
An exercise with live rounds?
Well, there's a lot to unpack here,
which is why Rebecca has asked the BAU
to get eyes on it.
God, does Alvez know yet?
He's on scene with JJ.
- (sighs) - (ringtone playing)
Tom Milliken was like family to him.
- Oh. - (phone beeps)
Brian, what have I told you about phone calls on Saturdays?
Emily, I wouldn't trouble you
were it not of the utmost importance.
I have, in my possession, evidence
of a pre-crime.
What the fuck is a "pre-crime"?
- Is that Tara? - Hi, Brian.
PRENTISS: What's with this
pre-crime?
It's the thing that happens before one commits said crime.
No, I get the term. What is it you think you have?
Oh, dare I say, a manifesto, of sorts.
Addressed to me by a fan.
It says, and here I quote,
"Some may call me a fan, but He must call me God."
And since this same declaration is typed
over and over again like...
Do you remember Jack Nicholson's character in The Shining?
Like, he starts to go wacko and he types this one sentence
over and over and over.
"All work and no play makes..."
- Yeah, I've seen the movie. - Well, you should see this.
Not only has he repeatedly typed his affirmation,
but he's also printed it into shapes.
The whole thing is so wackadoodle, it's like--
and admittedly, I'm no profiler--
he's clearly itching to do no good.
Where are you?
Not far.
Literally around the proverbial corner.
You really should take a look-see.
Okay, I'll have a visitor's pass waiting for you.
God, when it rains, it pours.
Okay, look, Dave and I can handle this for you.
- Thank you. - (phone chimes)
Yeah, I have to get to the training facility.
Yeah, yeah.
MILLIKEN: ...or I'm gonna blow her fucking head off.
- One! - WOMAN: Just give him
- what he wants! - Two!
HELM: Sir, you kill her, we kill you!
- Three! - Who else knows? - (gunshot)
(sighs) With the lockdown, we're on a need-to-know basis.
Director, A.G., president.
I'd say the news blackout holds another 24 hours.
But it's not like we have
a lot of friends in this administration.
An agent-on-agent incident
like this is exactly the kind of pretext
that they can use to gut the department.
Peter.
I am so sorry.
It's still hard to believe.
Uh, Emily, this is Peter O'Connor,
Milliken's chief of staff.
Tom spoke very highly of you and your team.
He brought you a case recently, didn't he?
He did. An equivocal death investigation.
And, incredibly, he's now the subject of one.
Well, not so equivocal, I'm afraid.
Agent Selectee Billy Lowell fired the fatal shot.
His weapon was the only one with live rounds.
Yes, that seems evident. However, officially,
there still needs to be a determination
of homicide or accidental death.
Of course.
I know it's been a while since I was in training,
but is it common now for H.R.T.
to conduct an exercise with actors and real weapons?
Uh, no, it's not common.
But Tom had his own methodology.
And carte blanche from up top.
If he wanted to do something, he did it.
In this case, he felt that the selectees
were in need of a far more "real world" experience.
So, did this exercise include the entire selectee class?
No, just Agents Helm, Barlow and Lowell.
They were a three-man unit.
PRENTISS: Well, Agent Lowell
is already in custody, but we are going to need
to interview Agents Helm and Barlow, as well.
- Sure. - Has the medical examiner
taken possession of the body?
Uh, he's doing that right now.
Excuse me.
Luke.
I need a minute.
I tried to tell him that maybe he should sit this one out.
Yeah. (sighs)
(elevator bell dings)
LEWIS: Brian.
Tara.
Well, I-- what a delight it is to see you again.
- Uh, where's Emily? - ROSSI: She thought it best
that Tara and I took a look at what you've got.
Okay. Um...
the thing is, given our previous history,
wouldn't it be better if Tara and I were to...
No. This way.
LEWIS: "Some may call me a fan,
but He must call me God."
What'd I tell you?
(imitating Danny Torrance): Redrum. Redrum.
When did you get this?
- (normal voice): Yesterday. - Yesterday?
I opened it today.
Uh, oh.
Postmark Kensington, Pennsylvania.
You guys have seen this before, haven't you?
Would you give us a second?
Don't touch anything.
It's virtually identical to what he sent to Voit.
But why does he send it to Garrity?
He is listening to Garrity's podcast.
But the message still goes to Voit.
Kowtowing son of a bitch
even capitalized the "H" in "He."
Conveying some kind of godlike status to Voit.
A status that this guy wants to share.
Okay, so, what? He's trying to prod Garrity
into getting Voit back on his podcast?
He hopes, on bended knee,
that, what, Voit's gonna call him a god, too?
Yeah, old god crowns the new one.
What are you thinking?
You're not gonna like it, but, um...
...we need to take this to Voit.
Of course we need to take it to Voit.
I know we need to take it to Voit.
Wait, why would I not like that?
You're the one that doesn't want to be around the guy.
But you're the one who has to make sure
that Garrity doesn't feel that we're shining him on.
We're completely shining him on.
But we can't let him share what he knows.
Yeah, you're right. I know it. I know.
I just... just because I look like the guy's ex
doesn't mean that I have to be the go-to strategy here.
Okay, I'm open to another.
I don't have another.
Look, I'm not asking you to babysit him.
Just, uh, tell him to go home
and wait for further instructions.
Let him feel like he's part of some special investigation.
He trusts you.
(sighs)
(sighs) Fine.
We really appreciate you bringing this to our attention.
You free later tonight?
Excuse me?
Free. For, like, dinner, drinks?
I mean, I know the timing isn't great, in the middle of
a hunt for a serial killer and all.
I'm married, Brian.
When did...
Mazel tov.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
Lucky guy.
Gal.
Oh.
Yeah.
So, let's focus here.
Brian, the BAU needs you to help us start
a special covert investigation.
- Covert? - That is right.
So, what were gonna need you to do is go home... now
and wait for this unsub to reach out to you again.
And when they do, you're gonna call me,
and we'll proceed from there.
Call you.
Yes, that's-that's right.
I don't have your number.
I'll give you my work number.
It's the switchboard.
Do you want to talk about it?
It's not good to constipate emotions.
I don't know why I just said it like that. Um...
But, come on, I don't have to tell you.
That the deeper you push down grief,
the more painful it's gonna become.
You just did.
Just did what?
You said you're not gonna tell me,
- and then you did. - Oh, don't deflect.
I...
Just, it would be good to talk to somebody
who is in tune with you.
Namely moi.
I see you.
I really do.
I know.
You do.
I know what you're going to say.
That, uh, I'm too close to Milliken,
that I can't be impartial.
You're on the case.
Now, I only want to remind you, go where the evidence takes you.
Don't get out over your skis on this one
because of your relationship with the victim.
Tyler's waiting for you.
Thanks.
(door opens)
- One! - Just give him
what he wants!
- Two! - Sir, you kill her, we kill you!
- Three! - (gunshot)
Why?
Three!
Why?
You know we're gonna sit here and watch this
over and over until you answer my question.
I had...
Excuse me?
I had the shot.
Yeah, I had the shot. I took the shot.
Yeah, you sure as fuck did.
Why do you think Agent Lowell refuses to say anything
except, "I had the shot. I took the shot."?
- Like it's some kind of mantra. - Jesus Christ.
It... it's something Milliken was
hammering into our heads.
What?
So, Milliken designed this no-win H.R.T. scenario,
where the hostage taker, he can't be taken alive.
Now, Billy, Joey and I were on the same team together,
so we'd each have a go at running point.
You mean, being the guy taking the kill shot?
Yeah.
Joey and I, we had no problem.
We could run through this thing with our eyes closed.
Especially since we were handling your standard
laser pistols and aiming at target dummies,
but... (sighs)
I don't know what was going on with Billy.
Every single time, he couldn't do it.
He'd just freeze up.
Which totally set off Milliken.
(chuckles) I've seen Milliken's short fuse
up close and personal.
It's not pretty.
Hey, that was his job, was to get agents field ready.
Yeah, no doubt.
That's why Billy was driving Milliken batshit crazy.
(sighs)
Agent Lowell.
Why the hesitation?
Lives are on the line here, son. You do understand that?
Yes. Yeah.
MILLIKEN: If you want to watch,
buy a ticket.
Yes, sir. Sir, but...
No more excuses.
If you have the shot, you take the shot.
Yes.
Yes, what?
- Yes, sir. - No.
No, say it. "I have the shot,
- I take the shot." - I have...
- I have the shot... - I have the shot...
- ...I take the shot. - ...I take the shot.
I take the shot.
All right.
Let's run it again.
BARLOW: Yeah. We ran it
again and again.
And that's when we went from using the dummy targets
to role players.
Laser pistols to actual guns.
With blanks.
But upping the ante did not help Billy.
He was fucking hopeless.
I mean, personally, I thought it was only gonna be
a matter of time before he completely lost his shit.
Being reprimanded is one thing...
Oh, it went way beyond being reprimanded.
(panting)
Lowell, you are clear. Send it.
- One! - Just give him what he wants, please.
- Two! - Take the shot.
Sir, you kill her, we kill you.
(crying): No!
Take the shot.
- Three! - (trigger clicks)
- (bell rings) - (sighs)
Goddamn it! Goddamn it.
Are you fucking kidding me?
You got another hostage killed.
What the actual fuck do I have to do
to get it through your thick skull, huh?
I have the shot.
Should I take it?
You...
- you take the shot. - Bingo.
Run it again.
And don't think I'm not ready for your D.O.R.
(bell rings)
Let's go!
D.O.R.
You know what that stands for.
I know you do.
Drop on request.
Hey, I get it.
All right? Milliken's kicking your ass,
threatening your future.
You couldn't take it anymore.
What else you gonna do, right?
I shot him, but I-I didn't kill him.
Hey! Billy!
Stop fucking with me.
We're going through your locker.
Once we match the bullets in your stash
with the ones that were in the magazine...
I had blanks.
Just like everybody else. I swear to God.
- But, clearly, you didn't. - I know!
I don't understand.
Milliken, he-he
handed out the guns himself. And the blanks.
And we double-checked everything before we started.
You're saying you were using
Milliken's weapons and fake ammo?
Yes.
- Stop lying! - I'm not.
Check it. I swear.
Agent Lowell, during the exercise,
this no-win scenario involved an active shooter
in a business office.
But your fellow selectees mentioned that Milliken
had gone a bit off-script, making himself out to be this...
Crazy guy being denied his medication. Yeah.
Were you or any of the selectees aware
of Milliken's own use of antidepressants?
Had he mentioned it?
Hey, hang on a second.
I want to talk to you in the other room.
What are you doing?
Tom told me he was taking citalopram.
So what? It's not relevant.
Luke, of course it's relevant.
Tom's behavior seems as if
it were becoming increasingly erratic.
No, it sounds like
you're looking for an excuse, not a motive.
PRENTISS: Luke, Tyler.
Where are we?
We got no confession,
but we're looking at intentional homicide.
I'm not sure it wasn't suicide.
- Suicide? What are you taking about? - Listen to me.
If those guns were under Milliken's control,
and if his behavior was affected,
either by misuse of prescriptions
or ignoring them, then it's possible...
No, it's not possible.
It's absolutely not possible.
Ballistics came back on the recovered bullet.
It does match Milliken's own service weapon.
GREEN: Yeah.
And...
I think he wanted Agent Lowell to take that shot.
ALVEZ: You think?
Tom spent his life
helping vets with mental health struggles.
- He would never take his own life. - PRENTISS: Hold on.
As I see it right now, you have two viable theories.
Get it down to one.
MAN (over P.A.): Strike team to landing 224.
LEWIS: So, you think it's another test?
Yeah, but not just for us.
He's gauging the levels of his own restraint.
And you think that's why he sent it to Garrity
- and not to you. - For some reason,
he's trying to slow himself down, and if he can't,
it's gonna cost somebody else their life.
Assuming he hasn't killed already.
He may have.
And now he wants to be called God
because he feels he has the power to show mercy.
To choose who lives and who dies.
- Mm-hmm. - ROSSI: But not before
you pass him the torch.
That's why he capitalizes the "H" when he references you.
Without your seal of approval, he won't feel that, um,
special something.
That may be another reason to send it to Garrity.
Trying to get me on the podcast again.
Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
Okay, but maybe if he heard
someone else's voice on the podcast,
it would engage him enough so that he gets
careless enough to reveal himself.
Okay.
- Who are you thinking? - Me.
Yes.
No.
If he's my fan, he's trying to walk in my footsteps,
which means he's read every single one of your books.
Hey, they're not how-to books.
He respects you.
You led the team that led to my capture.
If he hears your voice live on Brian's podcast,
I don't know how he can not reach out.
You are the only person he might surrender to.
I mean...
...because he trusts you.
You know I'm right.
Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.
(sighs)
(knocks on door)
Hey.
- Sorry to interrupt. - Not a problem.
What do you need?
In reviewing the incident reports,
we weren't able to find one describing Milliken
pulling his service weapon on Agent Lowell.
I wish I could say I'm surprised.
- Was a report filed? - Not to me, but
I am now hearing rumors that many anonymous reports
sent to the Office of Professional Responsibility
may have been slow-rolled.
Friends in high places?
It's all hearsay, right?
All I know from personal experience
is he got results.
If he passed you, you were the best of the best.
So, you're saying they were willing to look the other way
if he crossed the line now and again?
You're saying that.
But I wouldn't disagree.
♪ ♪
(billiard balls clacking)
(sighs) It's this new class.
Killing me.
It's triggering all my old habits.
I'm just not...
- I don't know. - No.
You don't get to end on, "I don't know."
Talk to me.
It's Cindy.
She's not happy.
Come on, you guys...
- you've been through worse. - I know.
That's the thing with getting older and wiser.
You start to realize you don't have to spend
the rest of your life putting up with shit.
Oh, so you-you think you're putting up with...
No, not me.
Cindy.
- Oh. - Come on, she has spent
the better part of her life dealing with mine.
You guys going to counseling?
Yeah, twice a week.
Still...
it's me.
I don't know what the hell is going on.
I'm bringing work home with me.
I'm barking orders at her like she's one of my trainees.
It is bad, Luke.
Look, a wise man once told me that it's one thing
to identify the problem, and it's another thing
to do the work.
Words.
Yeah, until you put them into action.
I just...
don't know what I would do without her.
You know?
Look, maybe you need some time off.
You're empty.
- Want another? - No.
No, I'm good.
Come on.
One more round. On me.
Sure.
Attaboy. That's the spirit.
(sighs)
Hey, so it looks like
we have to reinterview all the selectees.
You okay?
It's not fair.
Death rarely is.
Not death.
Grief.
I'm sorry.
You're the last person I should be saying that to.
No, I... I get it.
Ah, I...
I don't want you to think that I'm trying to compare
what you went through to what I'm going through.
Luke, stop.
I understand.
Everyone experiences grief in their own way.
I mean, Jesus, it's been over a year,
and not a day goes by where I don't see Will's eyes
or his sense of humor in the boys.
It's, um... it's, uh, fucking brutal.
Grief is not kind.
Or rational or-or fair.
But trust me,
if you don't give yourself the space to feel,
if you cut yourself off from those feelings...
...it gets way worse.
Yeah.
So?
What can we do to give you the space you need?
I thought I could take the lead on this case,
but I, uh...
I need you and Tyler to...
have my back.
We got you.
ALVEZ: Thanks.
(door closes)
JJ: Agent Barlow, apart from his actions during training,
what else can you tell us about Milliken's behavior?
I didn't really spend any time with him
outside of the exercises.
What about before briefings or after training exercises?
Maybe you checked in during his office hours?
Well, yeah, sometimes, I guess.
I suppose it was true that he was all
fire and brimstone during the training,
but lately, when he was alone...
...it started to get weird.
How so?
Well, I went to see him about this procedural question.
And I walked in there.
He was sitting behind his desk.
And he didn't see me, but I saw him.
(Milliken crying)
And he was... crying.
HELM: Yeah, Joey told me about it.
He said he was, like, ugly crying.
It didn't make any sense.
I mean, yeah, we were prepping for our next eval,
but it was a low-stress day.
Clearly, something got under his skin.
Let me tell you something.
I've known Tom Milliken for over 20 years.
- I've never... - Look, Luke...
...never once seen him cry.
Yeah, well, neither have I, technically.
Okay? It's just what Joey told me.
Joey also couldn't tell us
what was troubling Agent Milliken.
Can you?
Okay, not for sure.
There was a rumor...
his wife was leaving him.
Cindy? Nah.
- Is that his wife? - Yeah.
Look, like I said, I can't say
100% for certain that his wife was leaving him,
it was just something I overheard.
Are you okay?
(chuckles)
(knock on door)
Cindy.
Luke.
It's good to see you.
- I'm so sorry. - Mm.
We took this the day he retired from the Army.
(laughs softly) Yeah.
Yeah, I remember those days.
New deployment every six months.
Long phone calls home.
- Or no phone calls for weeks. - Yeah.
CINDY: After he retired,
he said we'd finally settle down.
Buy a house, stop moving from base to base.
You know, he told me that
the best decision he ever made was joining the FBI.
Said it felt like you two finally...
Finally had time for each other.
- Yeah. - Right.
Sometimes the people that help others the most,
they just can't seem to help themselves.
I'm not sure what you mean.
Cindy, the BAU is in the process
of putting the pieces together of what happened,
and some information has come to light
that suggest Tom might have been acting out self-destructively.
That, uh, maybe he was suicidal.
Tom?
Okay, who told you that?
I'm not at liberty to say.
Absolutely not, Luke.
And I'm not just saying that because I'm his wife.
Cindy, were you leaving him?
Wow.
I-I wouldn't ask if I didn't have to.
I-I don't even believe it.
It's just that one of Tom's trainees saw him
here in his office, alone, crying hysterically.
Oh.
One man sees another man crying, and so he must be suicidal?
Luke, you're a behavioral profiler.
You should know better.
I know Tom was struggling with how much he was hurting you.
Yes.
Yes, 30-plus years
of Tom burying his feelings was killing our relationship.
But Tom was nothing if not "never say die," right?
I mean, he found a new therapist,
he got on new medication,
and finally he was getting in touch
with his emotions, his truth.
And yes, recently, it made him cry,
which was good for him.
And for us.
So, you weren't getting a divorce?
As long as he was doing the work,
I was never gonna leave him.
And I made sure he knew that.
Well, so, then, as far as you're concerned,
the only thing Tom was having trouble with was work?
For men like Tom, who felt a profound responsibility
to prepare the next generation of warriors,
he had a hard time deciding
whether he wanted to be loved or feared.
I loved him.
I'm not sure many others would agree.
And with this last class,
he told me that the best lesson he could give them
was to drop them.
That's why that young man decided
to take Tom's life, isn't it?
Isn't it?
(knocking on door)
Hey. Y-You got a minute?
Yeah, of course.
All right. Look, I've been...
...doing like we said and following the evidence,
where it takes me.
And obviously Lowell shot Tom, and, uh...
(scoffs softly)
...he neither accidentally nor intentionally
took his life.
- So, suicide? - No.
And I don't know why I didn't think about this
from the start, but...
although Tom was fixated on Lowell's shortcomings,
he would've held his whole unit accountable.
All for one, one for all.
That kind of bond is everything.
And if Tom was threatening D.O.R.,
he was threatening to drop all three agent selectees,
including Agents Barlow and Helm.
So, you think one or both of them...
Intentionally slipped Lowell a magazine with live rounds.
Lowell's history with Tom would make him the perfect fall guy.
If that didn't work, they had a plan B.
Milliken's erratic behavior
would suggest the possibility of suicide.
Either way, they were covered.
(sighs) Until now.
No, until we can prove it.
We only have an hour before the news breaks.
Luke.
Good work.
Your theory makes sense.
But based on our interviews, I'm not sure
Barlow and Helm are capable of that level of deception.
I know, but I think that there's a way to find out for sure.
We should give Lowell a cognitive.
- That's right. - GREEN: His trauma is keeping him from telling us
exactly what happened before and during that exercise.
- You should do it. - No.
- Luke... - Look, he and I got off on the wrong foot.
He's not gonna be able to relax.
GREEN: You don't think your presence
won't put him right back in the mindset?
I do.
We'll be right here if you need us.
No, I don't want to do that.
- Agent Lowell... - No.
You've been trying to trick me into confessing from the jump.
Look, Billy, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Okay? I-I want to be honest with you.
Agent Milliken--
Tom and I were very close.
He was like family, and...
(sighs) Look.
Hearing some of the things that he said and did,
it was hard.
Because of that, I wasn't fair to you.
I apologize.
All right.
ALVEZ: Now, look, if you're willing to do what we call
a cognitive interview,
I believe that that could really help us determine what happened.
And together, we can find the truth.
Okay.
How do we start?
(sighs)
Wh-Why'd you join the FBI?
Growing up, I, um...
...never thought I was enough.
Dad made sure of that.
I needed to prove something to him.
So, I applied to the FBI.
(laughs): And...
I got accepted.
My dad couldn't believe it.
But...
you know...
then with the expectations, everything just...
Grew?
Yeah.
Especially when I decided to go out
for the Hostage Rescue Team.
That's when I...
...started having panic attacks for the first time.
And Agent Milliken wasn't sympathetic to that.
He was.
And... wasn't.
Jekyll and Hyde, you know?
He, uh...
recommended a counselor, but...
he kept coming back to...
at the end of the day, nobody has time for my shit.
"Lives were on the line."
But you didn't quit.
I still had something to prove.
To your father?
Yeah.
And Agent Milliken reminded you of him?
He did.
Every time he would, uh...
...he would yell at me,
I could...
I could hear
my dad's voice, and it would--
literally, it would--
make me shake.
All right, Billy.
I want you to close your eyes.
All right?
All right, take a deep breath.
(exhales)
All right, let's go back.
All right, Agent Milliken hands out the weapons.
He demonstrates that the magazines
are loaded with blanks, correct?
LOWELL: Yes, he does.
But Joey, Owen and me, we...
we double-check.
And what happens next?
We started the exercise and, uh...
Are you sure?
Yes.
Okay, Billy, close your eyes.
Now, Agent Milliken barks at you guys
to get locked and loaded,
to get your ass started with the exercise.
Goddamn it, Lowell!
Lives are on the line here, son.
You can't hack it, people die.
It's as simple as that.
- Hey! - (fingers snapping)
Look at me!
You think this is abuse?
You can't handle me, you can't handle this job!
But I guess the Bureau needs its desk jockeys, too.
You want to watch, buy a ticket. Otherwise...
LOWELL: I hear my dad.
...no more fucking excuses.
LOWELL: And I start to shake.
You take the shot. Understand?
- LOWELL: I start getting sick... - Run it again.
...and I can't stop.
(retching, coughing)
- I throw up. - (distant coughing)
ALVEZ: What does Milliken do?
LOWELL: You know, he was pissed.
I mean, everyone was pissed.
Joey and Owen, they were like,
"Jesus, here we go again."
All right, what happens now?
Then I...
...felt a hand on my back.
Whose hand?
O'CONNOR: It's okay. You got this, Billy.
- (coughing) - It was O'Connor.
- Milliken's chief of staff? - Yes.
(sighs)
I remember now. He...
He did this pat down on me.
- Okay, Billy. You got this. - (coughing)
You dropped.
LOWELL: Oh, shit.
Thanks.
Jesus Christ.
I thought he was trying to help me.
HELM: Reload! Reload!
LOWELL: I-I...
I don't understand. Wh...
Why would he do that to me?
ALVEZ: All that mattered to him
was finding someone to take the fall.
But I pulled the goddamn trigger.
It's just gonna be my word against his.
Who's gonna b-- Who's gonna believe me?
- Thanks, Peter. - Not a problem.
But you did get those reports I sent?
We did.
Turns out, there's, uh,
another item we need to take a look at.
What's that?
We think Agent Milliken kept a journal.
In his safe.
REBECCA: When his wife was here collecting his belongings,
she said that you weren't around to open it for her.
No, but I can grab it now.
(keypad beeping)
Uh, I'm not seeing a journal.
Can you step aside?
Peter O'Connor,
you're under arrest for the murder of Agent Tom Milliken.
Wh-What the fuck are you doing?
Ballistics confirmed that Agent Milliken
was killed by his own bullet.
The ammunition he used was always kept
- right here in this safe. - (handcuffs click)
Cindy said her husband and one other person
had that combination.
- You were that other person. - This is crazy.
I've given everything I have to this man.
JJ: We can see that.
But you couldn't help yourself.
You pointed us in the direction of OPR.
All those anonymous complaints.
One of which was for a selectee who got D.O.R.'d
and, one week later, took his own life.
JJ: Matthew O'Connor.
Your brother.
And nobody cared,
so you had to take matters into your own hands.
OPR is a fucking joke.
What's the goddamn point?
The rules are never applied equally.
Someone always gets special treatment.
Your brother deserved better.
And Milliken got exactly what he deserved.
And what about Billy?
He didn't deserve any of this.
Get him out of here.
Test one, test two. Test.
"How can a clam cram a clean, cream can?"
Well, if I may say, your script is solid,
but I'd like to propose a few tiny punch-ups.
Like, maybe a couple more
bumpers to my commercial breaks...
No. You stick to the words on the page.
Hey. We've gone over this before.
Can you honestly not comprehend
the gravity of what we're doing here?
I can, and I do.
But, seriously, if this guy's a fan of the podcast,
he'll probably be able to tell the difference
between me and "entrapment me."
It's not entrapment.
- You know what I mean. - LEWIS: Brian.
We're all set here. Okay?
And you're gonna do great.
Right now, when we're on the air,
we're hoping that the scripted words there
will entice this man
- to call in. - And then,
we need to keep him on the line long enough
either to track his location...
Or get a decent slice of profile.
I do know. You did tell me.
Hey. We also told you if you deviate
one syllable from this script here,
somebody could die.
Are we clear?
Crystal.
Now let's make podcast history.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Whoa.
Hello, Brian.
Special guest appearance?
LEWIS: He's just here to observe.
Ignore him.
I mean it.
Do not say one word about him being here.
GARRITY: Okay, but...
wouldn't it make more sense for the guy
to just be able to talk directly to him?
No more questions. Stay on script.
Penelope?
Okay, Emily. Ready when you are.
Standing by to trace incoming calls.
(theme music plays)
Welcome to a very special episode
of The Sicarius Files.
We are coming to you live from the FBI,
and we are joined by renowned author
and supervisory special agent David Rossi.
Thanks for being here, David.
Thanks for having me, Brian.
GARRITY: This is a live episode, folks,
so don't be shy. We're taking calls,
and you can find our number at the official
Sicarius Files website.
So, David,
there's so much to talk about with your storied career,
but for our purposes, we'll focus solely
on Elias Voit, the Sicarius Killer.
I'd like to start at, well, the beginning.
So, tell me, when were you first made aware
of Dr. Tara Lewis's discovery
of the buried shipping container in Yakima County?
CALLER: Uh, my question for Agent Rossi
has to do with Benjamin Reeves.
Is it true that Reeves basically helped Voit...
CALLER 2: Somebody once told me that Second Street is, like,
the most common street name in America, but...
ROSSI: So, in that surveillance video
from the hardware store, um, while I couldn't I.D. Voit,
I was able to see him reaching into his back pocket,
trying to mute his cell phone.
CALLER 3: Which then led you to conduct a trace
of cell phone calls to and from that region of the country?
Yes, that's right.
Thanks for your call, Oliver.
So, um, you run that trace and you get hundreds of calls
you have to go through,
but since you know the timing of the calls,
you were able to pretty much zero in on Seattle.
- ROSSI: That's right, because... - And I will pause you there,
because we are getting another caller.
Uh, hi. You are live
on the air with Brian Garrity and SSA David Rossi.
With whom do we have the pleasure of speaking?
KINGSTON: Call me God.
Okay. We will call you God.
Do you have a question?
KINGSTON: Why Sicarius spiders?
GARRITY: The spiders...
Okay, Emily. I've isolated the phone line.
- Can you get a trace? - Uh, not exactly.
Is he running countermeasures?
He is definitely a student of Voit's.
Okay, I want you to keep the phone line open
but pause the live stream right now.
Okay, yeah.
...the Sicarius case.
Uh, as a fan of the podcast, of course,
you are familiar with Elias Voit's testimony
regarding the spiders.
KINGSTON: Let David Rossi answer.
Why Sicarius?
I-I recognize that voice.
It's Lance Kingston.
But he can't be our guy.
No, he's not. He's his hostage.
ROSSI: Clearly, you're not satisfied
with Voit's own answer.
(keyboard clicking)
KINGSTON: I am not.
Were the Sicarius spiders part of Voit's
counterintelligence training in interrogation tactics?
Uh, in a previous episode, I described how I embellished
certain aspects of The Sicarius Files
for dramatic purposes.
The fact is, I lied.
Elias Voit has nothing to do with the FBI
and is not associated with any government agency or program.
Are you saying Voit is unique?
He's rare but not unique.
Much like yourself.
Are you trying to profile me?
Oh, I, uh, I couldn't even if I wanted to,
because I'm not speaking to you.
I'm speaking to Lance Kingston,
the man you're holding captive.
(breathing heavily)
Penelope, talk to me.
I'm so close. I am so, so close.
- We don't have much more time. - Okay. I know, I know.
ROSSI: And I know the reason
why you're still holding Lance captive
and using him as your proxy
is Lance's death will satisfy nothing for you.
KINGSTON: Ramona Havener.
ROSSI: What about her?
Voit spared her life,
and her testimony led to his conviction.
Oh, he didn't spare Ramona.
He turned her over to Arthur Kiel,
whom he knew would abuse and strangle her.
- But Arthur Kiel did not. - No.
Because we found her first.
Why didn't Voit kill her himself?
Well, that was, um...
...that was because Ramona reminded him
of his ex-wife Sydney.
Okay, I got him. I got him.
He's at the Stash-All Storage facility in Richmond, Virginia.
It's a garage unit being rented by Lance Kingston.
The Stash-All Storage, Richmond, Virginia.
Yeah, I'm on it.
GARRITY: God?
Are you still with us?
KINGSTON: Is he there?
- Is who here? - Voit.
No.
(panting)
♪ ♪
(metal scrapes)
- (sizzling) - (screaming)
- (gasps) - KINGSTON: Oh, God,
- tell him! - What the...
Lance?
- No, don't... Stop, stop, stop! - (sizzling)
- Brian. - For fuck's sake, tell him! Is he there?!
Please!
Tell him! He's gonna kill me! (sobbing)
(stammers)
Yes, he's here!
No.
KINGSTON: No, no, no, no.
- (sizzling) - No, stop! Stop!
GARRITY: Lance?
He's, uh-- Voit is here.
- Elias Voit is here. You can talk to him. - (screaming)
Oh, God.
What just happened?
(sighs)
You just caused a man's death.