Previously on Criminal Minds: Evolution...
The families of some of your victims have reached out,
and they want to meet you.
-VOIT: This one, yeah. -Deena Ryan.
Before her mom comes in here, we need to confirm that
you're telling the whole truth about her daughter.
With whom do we have the pleasure of speaking?
LANCE (over phone): Call me God.
I recognize that voice.
It's Lance Kingston.
PRENTISS: But he can't be our guy.
LEWIS: He's not.
He's his hostage. He's been branded.
Does he still strike you as a
"hasn't killed yet" type unsub?
We think the fan
is trying to surpass you.
Thank you for coming to see me.
GARRITY: He gave me this. It's a recording
of himself for the fan.
You don't have to give into your urges.
This asshole thinks he can do our jobs better than we can.
That raises the larger question,
did Elias Voit actually develop empathy?
And if it is a sham,
how does it affect
the team member who helped him?
What are you talking about?
There was a closed-door testimony from an FBI agent
that lead to Voit getting life in prison instead of a needle
-in his arm. -Who was it?
It was me.
(door slams shut)
(panicked breathing)
Please... Please, please. (grunts)
Fuck.
Hello?
Somebody!
(grunting)
(door opens)
Hey!
Help! Help!
Oh, God.
Stop.
Please.
You're making a mistake, all right?
Look.
Hey, are you listening to me?
If you do this, they are gonna find you
and they are gonna fucking...
Fuck.
No.
There's-there's got to be...
What do you want me to say? (crying)
Jesus Christ. I'm... I'm s-- I'm s-- I'm sorry.
Just-just let me go, and-and we can...
We can talk this out.
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PRENTISS: "Standing behind predators makes prey of us all."
DaShanne Stokes.
(elevator bell dings)
Hi. Do you have a second?
No.
(sighs) Look, before more time festers between us,
I-I-I need you to know how much contemplation and meditating
and journaling I did before deciding to testify
on Voit's behalf, and it came down to my convictions,
not-not just about the death penalty--
which is very deep-- but my convictions
about who Voit is as a person now.
What about the families?
Anyone and everyone who was touched by Voit's crimes
was encouraged to submit a victim impact statement
-to the court, and the judges... -You don't think your statement
had the biggest impact?
It wasn't like I offered my testimony
as some sort of expert witness on behalf of the BAU.
But you are a member of the BAU.
Oh, I get it. When you do it, it's hunky-dory,
but when I do it, it's some sort of moral failing.
What are you talking about?
Are you gonna make me say it?
Say what?
Donnie Mallick.
I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that to me.
Guys, I just got an emergency call
from Lupold County, New Mexico. Cop killer.
This morning the body of Lupold County Deputy Sheriff
Colby Banks was discovered on the outskirts
of the border town Piedra.
His uniform had been removed.
He was shot multiple times using his own sidearm.
His body was then wrapped in a plastic drop cloth,
and his belt and badge were used to tie it all up,
-like a ribbon and bow. -ROSSI: A taunt.
-To the cops. -PRENTISS: Yes, and
Deputy Banks is only the latest victim.
Last week, the body
of Deputy Francisco Hernández was also found.
Same C.O.D. Same disposal ritual.
Now, according to the Lupold County Sheriff's Department,
each deputy was on a solo patrol when they responded
to an anonymous 911 call reporting an assault
in progress in the downtown area.
When they failed to report back,
their patrol units were eventually
found abandoned downtown.
Dash cams and mobile terminals removed.
Was there any video footage recovered?
GREEN: Some should've been automatically uploaded
to a virtual server, but right now, the locals seem to be
having trouble recovering it.
That is why they're asking for our help.
And based on the circumstances,
this one is gonna be all hands on deck.
Meaning you, too, Penelope. Wheels up in 30.
* *
Are you guys okay?
Can't a girl fly at 34,000 feet in peace?
This can't just be about your testimony on Voit's behalf.
It's not.
Is it gonna interfere?
(stammers)
I said two words, two proper noun words,
that, looking back, maybe I shouldn't have said.
No. You-you didn't.
-What? -Yeah, I did.
Why?
I don't-- It-it popped out.
-What did you say? -Donnie Mallick.
Who's Donnie Mallick?
(sighs) That is the man who murdered
Rossi's old partner, Jason Gideon.
The man Rossi shot and killed.
But Rossi was never accused of any kind of misuse of force.
No, he wasn't.
Donnie Mallick died with a gun in his hand.
But... there were traces of iron oxide
found on the side of his weapon,
which could be interpreted by some to mean that...
Mallick put the gun down,
but was then ordered to pick it back up, so...
David was cleared.
Okay, why don't we just freely think our thoughts
inside our mind and not let them escape the rest of the flight?
-Unit Chief Prentiss. -That would be her.
Unit Chief Emily Prentiss.
Yes, uh, Sheriff Neal Chambers.
And you all must be the Behavioral Analysis Unit.
Talk about bringing in the cavalry.
Uh, truth is, we are way out of our depth on this one.
Well, at least, I should speak for myself.
I was just elected sheriff a month ago,
and I had never imagined that
I'd have to deal with something like this.
-We understand, and time is critical. -CHAMBERS: Indeed.
So, let's get you situated
in that conference room right over there.
Fine, but our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia,
she needs to take a look at your main computer server.
Sure. Deputy Lares can help you with that.
Dave, you and I are gonna start reviewing victimology.
Tara, Tyler, head to the coroner's office.
JJ, Luke, you've got the crime scenes.
So, the crazy thing is I used to live and work up in St. Louis,
which is always in the top ten of homicide rates
in the U.S., right?
So, I move here
to get away from that kind of thing, but...
I guess I can't escape it.
Dr. Mateo, given that Deputies Barnes and Hernández
were both well-trained, have you been able to determine
how they were overwhelmed or incapacitated?
It's definitely the latter.
Tox report says
etorphine was used to knock them out.
Etorphine, that's an animal tranquilizer.
That's correct.
And diprenorphine, which is also associated
with veterinarian care, was used to wake them back up.
Wake them back up?
Yeah.
Presumably for the... sexual assault.
For the what?
Both officers were sodomized with their own batons.
Dr. Mateo, why wasn't that documented
in your autopsy report?
I was encouraged to omit
that particular detail
as it did not pertain to the cause of death.
Encouraged by whom?
-Sheriff Chambers. -Come in.
Would you mind telling us the reason why
you instructed your medical examiner
to leave out an evidentiary finding
from these autopsy reports?
I don't quite know what you're talking...
Your boys were sexually assaulted with their own batons.
These... these two brave, dedicated men,
they have wives and children.
The last thing they need to hear about...
This isn't about why you didn't share it with the families,
this is about why you didn't immediately share it with us.
PRENTISS: Understanding the specific acts
of violence is essential to our ability to build
a suspect profile.
Yeah, but if-if my men heard about this,
if-if staties caught wind of it,
hell, if the border patrol found out,
y-you seriously think these guys wouldn't go racing
across the border and start a goddamn war?
PRENTISS: A war with who?
-The Lugo Cartel? -CHAMBERS: Yeah.
Who else would degrade and humiliate them like that?
But the cartel may not be involved.
CHAMBERS: Well, even if it isn't,
I wasn't trying to bury evidence.
I just was trying to preserve some dignity for these men
and protect their brothers-in-arms from, you know,
-completely losing their shit. -(knock on door)
Hey, boss. Seven-Bravo-30 is responding to another 911.
Is Colwater riding solo?
No, he's with Duran.
-They request backup? -Not yet.
Seven-Bravo-30. Please report.
COLWATER (over radio): Deputy Duran and I responded to call out.
3700 block of Torento.
Suspect engaged, then fled in a gray sedan.
Arizona plate number Lima-Romeo-Victor-Nine-Nine-
-Three-One. -That Arizona plate
belongs to an SUV that was reported stolen two weeks ago.
Bring up the dash cam.
I can't.
-Penelope? -They're using some kind of
high-end Wi-Fi jamming device.
COLWATER: Suspect is presently turning eastbound
on Temescal Ridge Road, heading toward Windrow Reserve.
Well, that's good.
This guy's gonna get himself pinned in up there.
But your men will need backup.
Colwater, come in.
COLWATER: Suspect's slowing. They're pulling over.
Colwater, you and Duran hold your position. Wait for backup.
Do you copy?
Is there some way to get around that jammer?
I'm trying.
Colwater, Duran, do you copy?
Scramble all available units.
JJ and Luke are close.
DURAN (over radio): Colwater, look out!
COLWATER: The fuck?
(police radio chatter)
DISPATCH (over radio): ...responding to an attack on Deputies Colwater and Duran,
now heading to an address-- Temescal Ridge Road.
(engine starts)
(tires squealing)
LEWIS: You're a smart guy, Elias.
It's hard to believe you'd trust
Brian Garrity to deliver your message.
But I knew there was no way
you were gonna let me get this out to my fan.
ALVEZ: Of course not.
"I've been where you've been.
Talk to me. I'm here."
You're beginning to sound like your old self, Lee.
That was the point. I want to keep his attention on me
because, as long as he's focused on me,
then he's too distracted to kill anybody else.
-I can stop him. -LEWIS: Look,
until we have the confidence
that you're willing to work with us,
we have to limit your access to the outside world.
How much more limited can my access possibly be?
Your visitors are restricted to the family members
you've already agreed to talk to, and that's it.
(door buzzes)
GUARD: Hey now.
It's family therapy time.
(door buzzes, opens)
RYAN: Mr. Voit.
(door closes)
My name is Joshua Ryan.
Deena Ryan was my cousin.
Her mom was already here.
Her parents are divorced.
I-I'm here on behalf of her father, Alex.
To be honest,
Alex doesn't think he can trust himself around you.
Well, if you loved your cousin Deena so much,
what makes you think that you can trust yourself around me?
Well, nothing can change what you did.
Nothing can bring Deena back.
VOIT: So, you want to punish yourself?
Hear all the excruciating details
of how I made her suffer before she died?
I came here to understand you.
This is gonna sound peculiar, but as it so happens,
after Deena disappeared, back in 2006,
I became totally engrossed
in the details of her police investigation.
And when her case ran cold, I turned
my attention to other unsolved crimes.
Kind of, uh, researching them, actually.
Uh, from there, I decided to enroll in night school,
where I took classes in criminal justice,
forensics, sociology.
All of which led me to earning
my PhD in criminology.
Congratulations, Doctor.
The thing is, my family doesn't want Deena
to have died in vain.
We feel if there's something, anything
the world can learn,
if there's some way to ensure
this never happens again,
that's what we want.
So are you gonna write a book?
None of them tell the truth.
(sighs) The truth.
It was quick and easy.
Nothing to write a book about.
I met her in a bar. I took her to a motel.
Strangled her. I wrapped her up.
I stuffed her in a shipping container.
Mr. Voit, obviously, you're under no obligation
to share what you know with me,
but as I said, my family...
...at the very least,
we deserve to hear the truth.
Come back tomorrow.
Why?
Because I said so.
(door buzzes)
ROSSI: Joshua Ryan. You buy that?
Somebody had to vet him, right?
ROSSI: Well, somebody had to get Deena's dad
to sign off on that guy before he walked in here
to represent,
but I don't see you yelling for the warden
to let you call the BAU and tell them you found your fan.
So they can do what exactly?
Oh, I don't know, arrest him?
For what?
Do you honestly think, if they searched his home,
his office, or you-name-it,
they'd find a shred of evidence tying him to murder?
What about all those souvenirs he's been collecting
since even before he stepped over the line?
Just like the ones you took.
He's not leaving that shit on a shelf somewhere in plain sight.
He has a special place just for himself,
where he can admire them and relive the thrill.
And if the BAU could find that place?
They'd have everything they need to put him away.
You think he'd tell you where it is?
If he trusts me.
Why?
Because he's like me.
Deep down, he's lonely,
and he wants to share.
(siren wailing)
-JJ: Hey. -LEWIS: Hey.
Thanks.
How's, uh, Deputy Duran doing?
Feeling as if he woke up with the worst hangover in his life.
-(chuckles) -Was he able to tell you anything?
All he remembers is the suspect pulling over in this sedan,
getting out, raising their hands,
and as he and Deputy Colwater were about to slap on the cuffs,
it was lights out.
The tox panel confirms the presence of etorphine.
And the puncture wound in his back suggests he was hit
with a one-and-a-half-inch tranquilizer dart.
That would've had to been fired with an air rifle.
From a second unsub.
An air rifle isn't really the weapon of choice
for the Lugo Cartel targeting law enforcement.
No, it isn't. These unsubs aren't targeting
any and every cop.
They spared Duran and targeted Colwater specifically.
Which means-- setting aside all the victims were deputies--
there's a connection in the victimology that we're missing.
Yeah, you're right.
And considering the degree of torture and the manner of death,
I'd say that connection is deeply personal.
How's it going with the missing dash cam footage?
The ethereal wireless connection to the cumulous cloud
pregnant with precious data has been impeded, remotely.
So, my guess is the evil-doers
made that happen just after they figured out
who the deputies' vehicles were.
Even though that sounds pretty sophisticated,
like something drug traffickers might do...
GARCIA: Not to mention highly illegal,
which also drug dealers have a big affinity toward,
and just the facts,
signal jammers are a terrifyingly common
-e-commerce purchase. -PRENTISS: Yes.
I thought so. I want you to come with me and bring your laptop.
Wait, aren't we supposed to look at the dash cam?
PRENTISS: No. No, there's something else.
Oh. Okay. Um...
Hold on. Just getting my things. So many things.
Here I come. Coming.
Why are we being secret?
Something about this case
hasn't sat well with me since we got here.
-Sheriff Chambers? -PRENTISS: For a start.
Can we all agree this violence seems personal?
As if motivated by retaliation.
Or retribution. Which is why, Penelope,
I need you to start reviewing all of the personnel records
of the Lupold County Sheriff's Department,
starting with our three victims.
Got it. What am I looking for?
Try to identify any unusual patterns
in disciplinary actions
or even arrest records.
But I do not want you sharing your findings
with anyone but us.
Oh, that's the secret part. Not even Sheriff Chambers
should know that I'm peeking around?
No. Only us.
Right, but there's gonna be alerts and notifications.
I'm sure there will be.
And you want me to disable them.
I smell what you're throwing down.
Thank you. And I want you to help her.
-Uh, no, no. That's not necessary. -It is.
She doesn't need me.
I need you to work with her.
As far as we know, Deputy Colwater is still alive,
and we work better and faster as a team, so...
I will leave you both to it.
* *
Well, the deputies' arrest records are gonna tell us
more, I assume.
Right off the bat,
each of these deputies have had at least one complaint
for use of excessive force.
-Join the club. -What?
What?
Excessive force in any situation is not okay.
A lot of cops get that complaint.
We have to make sure that these aren't frivolous.
-I need to say one thing. -We don't need to talk about it.
-Yes, we do. -Now, look,
Donnie Mallick reached for his gun.
If I didn't shoot him, I'd be dead.
What I did and what you did are categorically different.
Donnie Mallick killed those girls
and killed Gideon, you knew that.
And in your mind,
if he went to prison, he would become a legend.
-He would've. -Right, so
it's better dead than incarcerated.
It's not the same thing.
Isn't it, though? Isn't it our messy little fingers
on the scales of justice?
'Cause you said that
my testimony prevented justice
for the families of Voit's victims.
Well, uh, news, uh, Gideon had a family, too. He had Jill.
He had Stephen. You knew what their values were.
So doesn't their sense of justice
deserve to be served, too?
You're right.
-Yeah, I know I'm right. -No.
I mean, in the victimology.
If we were looking for suspicious behavior
shared by the deputies
who-who were on the job, it would be buried
in the arrest records under something stupid like
traffic stops.
Filter under the phrase "Reasonable Suspicion."
Daniel Salazar, it looks like he was
pulled over a bunch of times by all of our deputies,
not a single citation.
Where is he right now?
Uh, Salazar owns
the Seven Gems Gentlemen's Club,
which I'm sure is anything but gentle.
We need to chat with Mr. Salazar.
Just sent you his info.
("lost & confused" by Chanpan playing inside)
(indistinct chatter)
I told you.
* Who's the guy we're waiting for? *
* What's the final straw we draw... *
Can I get you something?
We are looking for the owner.
That don't sound too good.
Daniel Salazar?
May I say who's asking?
FBI. I'm S.S.A. Tara Lewis.
S.A. Tyler Green.
Órale. Should I call my lawyer?
No. We just want to talk.
Let's talk.
You recognize these deputies?
-It's a small town. -I'll take that as a yes.
Department records show you were pulled over
by each one of these officers on separate occasions,
and yet, you were never cited.
Seriously? They actually logged my traffic stops?
-(scoffs) -Yes, they did.
Those are some dumb motherfuckers.
Well, maybe that's why Deputies Banks and Hernández are dead
and Deputy Colwater was abducted last night.
What the fuck you talking about?
Mr. Salazar, you know what I see when I look around this place?
A very turquoise laundromat.
I mean, I'd say you were
making a killing laundering money in here,
but if I had to guess, I would say that
plus a little sex trafficking.
-Oh, should we throw in drug trafficking? -Mm.
All on behalf of the Lugo Cartel.
And see, someone wants us to think
that it's the Lugo Cartel that killed two deputies
-and abducted a third. -DANIEL: Not me.
I got no beef with these dudes.
But you do know what all of these traffic stops
look like, don't you?
They look like a ruse
-so money or product can change hands. -LEWIS: Right?
You got to grease some palms. But then, these cops,
they start giving you a hard time. They get uppity.
You got to show them who's boss.
You got this shit all wrong.
Those fucking guys were the ones who were shaking me down.
The cops were shaking you down?
Not the cops, the Furies.
PRENTISS: The Furies?
LEWIS: They're a deputy gang.
GARCIA: Like a gang-gang?
LEWIS: It depends on who you talk to.
They're like the Banditos or the Cavemen,
who are identified as a subculture
in the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department.
Right, and these fraternal groups
are often characterized by shared tattoos
or specific hazing rituals,
a strong sense of loyalty.
When you say "fraternal groups," my mind immediately goes to,
like, young men indiscriminately eating processed cheese together
or drinking from kegs, not dirty cops.
Oh, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't describe themselves
as dirty.
With the blue wall of silence,
they won't talk about themselves at all.
Salazar said the Furies forced him into a protection racket,
and when he let his Lugo people know about it,
they just accepted it as the price for doing business here.
W-Wait, wait. Salazar just willingly
shared all of this information with you guys?
TYLER: Yeah, he'd just gotten back from Mexico,
so he hadn't heard anything about the murders
until we told him.
Now, he's more than willing to cooperate
in exchange for protection.
And Salazar insists that neither he nor the Lugo Cartel
have anything to gain by knocking off local cops.
So, both the means and the motive continue to point away
from the cartel, and this Furies,
they're being led by Sheriff Chambers?
No. No. According to Salazar,
Chambers is seen as an outsider.
And while he doesn't seem to want to acknowledge
the existence of the Furies,
he does seem to be trying to get a handle on their influence
-within the department. -ROSSI: Let me ask you something,
when these deputies pulled over Salazar,
w-what was the vig exactly?
Did he hand them bricks of cash?
Narcotics?
The deal was for cocaine, MDMA, GHB,
and plenty of flunitrazepam.
Oh, party drugs.
What if the party went wrong?
The GHB, the flunitrazepam, that says roofie to me.
Yeah, so what if we're looking for two people,
most likely women,
who were assaulted by members of this deputy gang, and now,
they're living out their own revenge.
That would fit the profile.
All right, so then, the way to find these women
is to track down the men they're hunting.
PRENTISS: Garcia, start cross-referencing all of the duty logs
of our victims.
We need to find a way to identify
the members of this deputy gang.
That make you feel better?
Made me feel something.
-He doesn't know anything. -He's lying.
One of these fuckers knows where it is.
But it was evidence, Maria. Their faces were recorded.
And I'm telling you, somebody is still jacking off to it.
He's gonna fucking tell us.
Goddamn, you fucking bitches.
-Stop. -You want us to stop?
Please.
Why?
You didn't stop for me.
Yeah, you remember that?
I was begging you,
and what did you do?
"Shut up, bitch."
-"Enjoy the ride." -Please.
Please don't kill me. (grunts)
Shh...
Settle down now.
-You want to live, don't you? -Yes.
I'll do anything, just... (crying)
Please don't hurt me anymore.
You got to stop lying to us.
I'm not. I'm not, I swear!
RUBY: Colwater.
We're not gonna ask you again.
You assholes shot a video,
and I'm sure everybody shared it,
and somebody's kept a copy.
(crying): I swear to God I don't have-- Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
Okay.
Lares.
Deputy Lares.
He told me he kept his in the safest place
on this fucking planet.
It's on, it's on a hard drive
in his locker at the precinct.
Told you.
You were right.
(gunshots)
GUARD: Visiting hours will be over in ten minutes.
There is one thing I did with Deena
that I didn't do with many other victims.
-I let her make a phone call. -A phone call?
Yeah. Phone call.
Nobody answered.
She called Alex?
I didn't really care who she called.
You let Ramona Havener make a call.
I did.
Ever let a male victim make a call?
I did not. Is that something to profile?
Not my field of expertise.
Taken any interest in the Behavioral Analysis Unit?
I'm surprised by how little of my research
on criminological theory actually cites
the work of the BAU.
-Academic bias? -Maybe.
-Are you familiar with David Rossi? -Yes.
Okay, so you know his poker theory.
No.
Well, Rossi posits that serial killers
are the worst poker players
because when they are in high-stakes, all-in,
pressure situations and they're forced to bluff,
they cannot.
They give up a tell because they cannot accept
the fact that they do not hold all the cards.
Mm.
Sort of like the idea
there's no such thing as a perfect crime
'cause as soon as the criminal thinks he's gotten away with it,
he's just got to tell somebody.
Yeah, he does.
You know, you don't really strike me
as the kind of reckless person who would come in here
under their real name,
Joshua.
(sighs)
You must call me...
...God.
Listen to me.
You are changing.
You're evolving.
You want to know more about yourself,
and that's why you've come to see me.
I've been where you are.
That's why you want to talk to me. I can help.
I can make you a god.
GUARD (over speaker): Visiting hours are now over.
Think about it.
Maybe I see you tomorrow, Josh.
-(Ryan sighs) -(door buzzes)
(door closes)
Man alive, they tore him up.
His lower GI tract was, uh, completely perforated.
Then, apart from the bullet to the head, they shot
Deputy Colwater 16 times, postmortem.
Overkill.
I'd say.
Can we have the room for a moment?
-Yeah, sure. Take your time. -LEWIS: Thank you.
(door opens)
This is an escalation that suggests
there may be some order of operations at play here.
A specific sequence to the victims they're targeting.
Yeah, it looks like it.
And that means that this all may be building
toward some kind of endgame.
So, these women are looking for more than just getting even.
I mean, I think so.
The question is, what?
We don't have to do this.
I mean, we could get away right now.
No.
No, we can't.
Why?
(scoffs) Because without everybody being able to see
what they did to us with their own fucking eyes,
all we are is a couple of crazy, psycho,
man-hating, cop-killing bitches.
But we know the truth.
That doesn't fucking matter.
Ruby, I get it.
But this last part, there's no going back, so if,
-you know, you... -No.
Ride or die.
Ride or fucking die, baby.
Let's go.
Uh, yeah, we'll touch base later.
Okay. Bye.
The Furies?
Oh, Jesus. (sighs)
-PRENTISS: Sheriff Chambers. -(sighs)
The more insistent you are in trying to protect and serve
the reputations of your deputies and this department,
the more you put them in jeopardy.
Look what just happened to Colwater.
Yeah, you might be right.
Might be? How long have you known
about this fucked-up social club?
They've been around for years. They're cross-jurisdictional,
and the truth is, these officers have the freedom
to assemble and organize however they want.
Because they're protected by the union contracts
and the First Amendment.
They're not free to be on the take.
Daniel Salazar is prepared to offer
a sworn statement testifying to the fact
that he exchanged narcotics for police protection.
And those narcotics are at the heart of what's going on here.
We believe that several members of the Furies--
which include our victims--
used those drugs to incapacitate and sexually assault
at least two as yet unidentified women.
I have been trying-- I swear to God--
to do something about their influence around here.
It's one of the reasons why I believe I was elected,
but old habits, they-they do really die hard.
Well, somebody's definitely accelerating the process.
Now, do you have any idea how many deputies or...
No. I mean, it's not like these guys
have a goddamn membership list.
Are you absolutely sure that we are
looking at two women?
And that these two women were-were raped?
Yes.
Well, you know, I recall, um, couple years back,
there was a rumor going around that these guys
were meeting up and partying at this house over in Verde Sage
that had been taken over by the state. Eminent domain.
Could they still be using it?
I doubt it, but who knows?
We need to check it out.
We can provide backup.
-Can you? -(door opens)
(door closes)
FBI.
GREEN: Clear.
-Clear. -Clear.
Clear.
ALVEZ: Guys, up here.
Furies were recording themselves with these women.
And these women want the tape.
Deputy Lares, we need to, uh,
-bring you in for questioning. -Uh...
Questioning for what?
Your affiliation with the Furies.
Wait, how did you...
You can't detain me for that.
No, but we can hold you on suspicion of emailing a request
for GHB from Deputy Colwater.
Should never put it in writing, son.
(line rings)
(phone rings)
Hey. What's up?
Well, I was able to get names of some of those Fury folks
off of Deputy Colwater's home computer.
PRENTISS (over phone): We were able to call in the Santa Fe division
for reinforcements to take them into custody.
Technically, protective custody, but we're not through with them.
Penelope, it looks like someone recorded
what went on in this house.
Any chance you found video on Colwater's computer?
(scoffs) Some professionally produced porn, yeah,
but nothing homemade.
Was there anything there to suggest
who these two women might be?
No. (sighs)
But, unfortunately, there is ample evidence to suggest
that they weren't the only ones.
Okay, I'll go out there now with our forensics team.
LEWIS: Copy that.
-See what else you can find. -No gigabyte unturned.
RECEPTIONIST: Yes. Can you hold, please?
-Can you help me? -One moment. I'll be right with you.
Thank you for holding.
Uh-huh. And what time did this occur?
Do you happen to have a make and model of the car?
Were there any other witnesses?
(receptionist continues indistinctly)
MARIA: Sheriff Chambers.
-OFFICER: Gun! -Get back. Get the fuck back.
(grunting)
-Get over here. -Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay.
-Get the fuck down. -Okay. Oh.
Give me your fucking gun.
Okay.
MARIA: Oh, shit, Ruby.
Put pressure on it.
CHAMBERS: Maybe we can work this out.
Shut up!
I'm David Rossi with the FBI.
Go fuck yourself, David Rossi.
GARCIA: David.
Let me try.
(groans)
MARIA: Ruby, please, hang in there.
GARCIA: I don't know if they're gonna listen to you,
but they might listen to me.
Hang in there.
Hello. I'm-I'm with the FBI, too.
I'm not, I'm not an agent. I don't have a gun.
My name is Penelope Garcia, and I just want to help.
I don't know your names,
but I know what happened to you, and I know why you're here.
A group of men-- some of who you knew and trusted--
they invited you to a party, and you drank and you danced
and you had fun, and at some point, you blacked out. Yeah?
And when you came to, you were at your house
or maybe you were in your car,
but you knew what those men had done to you.
There was nothing you could do.
There was nobody that you could go to
because they were cops.
MARIA: That's not true.
I went to this fucker.
You know so fucking much?
Huh? Did he tell you that?
Did he?
No. He did not.
I went to him because I knew he wasn't one of them.
But that didn't fucking matter.
You want to know why?
Because he just didn't fucking believe me.
He'd made up his mind about girls like me and my friend.
(groaning)
I want to help you both.
-What's your name? -MARIA: Hey.
You know why we're here, right?
Then you give us the goddamn video,
and maybe we don't use Sheriff Chambers here
for target practice.
We don't have it. We don't know where it is,
but if you can tell me where to look, maybe we can find it.
So you can destroy it?
What? No.
No.
I believe you.
This shit has happened to too many of us
for me to not believe you.
But shooting anyone is not gonna help.
I want you to be heard. I want you to get justice.
You can shoot every one of these fucking bastards,
and it's not gonna make what happened to you go away.
But we can hold them accountable
if you help me find that tape.
(weakly): Tell her.
Check Deputy Devante Lares's locker.
Check Deputy Lares's locker.
Go.
Okay. What's your name?
(sighs)
Maria.
And my friend here, Ruby,
she needs a f-- she needs a fucking doctor
-real bad. -GARCIA: Okay.
I can see that. The paramedics are just outside,
but they're not gonna come in until they know it's safe.
So, if...
I can't help Ruby unless you both surrender.
-But the video? -You're gonna have to trust me.
Maria, no. Ride or die.
Just-just get the fucking tape.
-Okay? -Here you go. -GARCIA: Okay, okay.
-I've got it. -Get my laptop. Hold on.
Okay? I can get it.
-MARIA: All right. -I can get it.
GARCIA: Even if it's encrypted, I can do it. This is what I do.
Okay?
(laptop chimes)
(crying)
It's there.
(sighs)
All of it.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Ruby, Maria, I promise
people will know the truth. I swear, I swear.
(Chambers sighs)
(panting)
-Lock it down. -Let's go.
RUBY: It's okay. We're gonna be okay.
We're okay. We're gonna be okay.
PARAMEDIC: All right.
Check right here. Take a look.
Control this bleeding.
(knocks)
(sighs) Thank you.
My team did its job.
Yes, they did. Like I should have.
It's true.
When Maria and her friend came to me,
I took one look at them,
and I thought their story was bullshit.
Just a couple of party girls trying to wiggle out of trouble
by pointing a finger at cops, but...
I should've listened.
You should've.
Which is why I think it's best that I...
resign.
This town deserves better.
Yeah, it does.
But...
the truth is, the badge is meaningless
without individuals
willing to sacrifice for justice.
* *
What you did today,
I'm pretty sure
nobody else could.
Really?
Thank you.
You know, we weren't fighting.
We were just, uh...
figuring things out.
Because people who love each other,
that's what they do sometimes.
It-it makes sense that we approach things differently,
but I don't want you to think that anything
could ever come between us.
Ever.
I know that.
But it does feel swell to hear.
And-and I'm sorry that I kept that a secret.
I should've told you from the start.
Yeah, well...
-...next time. -Yeah.
-Salud. -Salud.
(phone chimes, buzzes)
(gasps)
JJ, everything okay?
Oh, no, everything-everything's fine.
Everything's, um... great.
He... he just got accepted.
(gasps)
-Yes. -Oh, my God. Okay, this-this is happening.
-Um... -That's great.
Henry got into San Diego.
-(gasps) Wow. -Oh, fantastic.
-(laughs) -(gasps)
Oh, my God.
-(beeps) -(door buzzing)
Man, how many members of this guy's family
did you kill anyway?
(groans)
For years, ever since I was a child really,
I resisted the urge.
And then, Deena vanished.
And somehow...
...right away, I knew she'd been murdered.
And I felt jealous.
I felt as if another man had the nerve
to do what I'd only fantasized about.
That's when I began to study real killers.
Stalk real victims. Young women.
Like Deena.
I'd break into their homes when they were away.
And then, when they were there sleeping,
I'd stand over them.
Relishing the fact that I held their lives in my hands.
You held that belt that you're wearing
in your hands, too, didn't you?
You just can't help yourself.
You need to show off.
You can't accept that you don't hold all the cards.
You do think I'm pathetic.
I think you need to walk before you can run.
What the fuck does that mean?
It means that, if you want me to start
bowing down and calling you a god,
stop being a fucking reflection of me
and start being yourself.
(sighs)
Now, what did you want to show me?
It feels as if my whole life has been building up to this.
And yet, you need my help.
("Grave" by Ka$tro playing)
Where'd you get that?
I guess I'm a better poker player than you thought.
But I do hold all the cards.
-Bullshit. -You sure about that?
I'll fucking kill you.
You're not gonna fucking kill me.
You're not even gonna have me arrested
because you know I wouldn't have
walked in here if I didn't have a plan
for this.
* I dug a grave *
* A hole shaped like *
* The stones I placed *
* Not even worth my spit... *
Now who's pathetic?
(door opens)
(door closes)