Previously on Criminal Minds: Evolution...
Everything okay?
Henry got into San Diego.
With whom do we have the pleasure of speaking?
LANCE Call me God.
I recognize that voice. It's Lance Kingston.
But he can't be our guy.
He's his hostage.
He's been branded.
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.
Mr. Voit.
My name is Joshua Ryan.
Deena Ryan was my cousin.
I don't see you yelling for the warden
to let you call the BAU and tell them you found your Fan.
You do think I'm pathetic.
Now, what did you want to show me?
I'll fucking kill you.
You're not gonna fucking kill me.
You're not even gonna have me arrested
'cause you know I wouldn't have walked in here
if I didn't have a plan for this.
Now who's pathetic?
Geez, I mean, with the add-ons,
it's like we're buying a car here.
Arturo, please.
Stop.
Seriously, at this rate,
we're not gonna get out of here for less than 12,000 bucks.
You got any cremation options?
No, we just can't.
That's what we're gonna do.
Yes, but I promised Papé
that I'd give him a proper burial.
He wouldn't want us to take out
a second mortgage to do it.
Please forgive my husband.
I completely understand.
And if I could, I would try to offer you a better deal,
but, truthfully, all of our costs have risen.
No, we do understand.
We do.
And Uncle Victor's funeral was just...
- so lovely. - Thank you.
Your mother, she did such wonderful work.
How is she?
Uh, she's passed.
Six months ago.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Thank you.
Our condolences.
Sweetheart.
Can we just take a little more time to think about all this?
Uh...
May we call you later?
Of course. And while we don't do cremation on site,
I can arrange everything.
And you might like to take a look
at some of these beautiful urns.
- Oh, cool. Thanks. - Uh, no, we...
we won't be needing that.
Uh, we'll be in touch.
Good afternoon, Mrs. Enright.
The psoriasis on your neck clear up?
Good.
Good afternoon. This is Marvin.
Yes, from Bancroft Mortuary.
I just wanted to let you know that Mrs. Enright is ready.
Yes.
8:00 a.m. on Thursday is perfect.
You have a wonderful rest of your day.
Chapters of Grief, chapter four.
"Grieving Deliberately."
Too often, we try to rush our grief.
We simply want to push through it
so that we may move on with our everyday lives.
But when it's someone close to you who passes,
it leaves a wound.
Just like any other bodily injury,
it requires care and patience.
If you break your ankle one day,
you're not going to wake up the next morning
and run a marathon.
So, as you process your grief,
you must remind yourself
that wounds take time to heal
and accept that you are human.
We eat.
We sleep.
We bleed.
We grieve.
All you can do is just
put one foot in front of the other,
and when you open your eyes each morning,
accept every waking minute for what it is:
an essential part of your grieving journey.
Stop.
-It's okay. - Stop.
Don't worry.
You're doing great.
Shh.
NARRATOR Like a deep, running river
churning and flowing,
grief tends to resolve itself on its own terms.
You can choose to fight it...
...resist its chaotic nature,
or choose to embrace it.
And no matter how powerless you may feel...
...always remember
that you are someone who deserves love and respect.
And that you are the only one who decides
whether or not you will have a good day.
Okay, like you mean it.
You guys, let me hear you.
What?
You call that a roar? With passion.
- Again. - I'm sorry.
This is a bit much.
I feel like the claws are enough.
How dare both of you.
Okay, now they're here.
Okay, everyone, get ready, get ready.
- Think feral, okay? Here we go. - Shh, shh.
Congratulations!
Wow. Thanks.
Okay, your mom told you, right?
I swear I did not.
Your cars are around the corner.
Oh, they were.
Okay, can we work on our not-at-work stealthiness?
No, no, it's cool.
I like it. Thanks, Auntie P.
So sweet.
Meow.
This is impressive.
Ooh.
Oh, so Spence told me that he's happy for Henry
but that he can still make that call to Caltech,
you know, if he changes his mind.
You have a lot to be proud of.
You know who we're really here to celebrate, right?
You and Will.
It's-it's been a long road.
Heard you're getting roped into another Voit sit-down.
Oh, yeah. Should be interesting.
- What does he want? - No idea.
The guy's gone silent since we put him in the penalty box.
Yeah, he-he threw a bit of a tantrum
when we limited his visitation,
but this could be an olive branch.
Hey, chuckleheads. What did we say? No shop talk.
- Oh. - Yeah.
- All right. - Busted.
Okay, my pretties, before work consumes us,
let's take a family photo.
Now, this happens in groups of three.
So, let the first one be just our fabulous selves.
Okay.
Now a silly one. No, no, no. Bobcat.
Okay, uh, one, two...
Oh.
Three.
Early this morning, a teen wilderness troop
was happily traversing the hills and hollers
of Darrington Nature Reserve in Gardener County, West Virginia,
when they tragically came upon the body
of 65-year-old Sharon Fussel.
She joins Janis Kline as the second woman
in under two weeks to be found in that area.
Both victims had their eyes glued open
and their bodies completely drained of blood,
phlebotomist-style.
Those women don't look dead.
Yeah, more like someone just shook them awake.
Do we have a time of death on either?
No. And the local coroner is just as perplexed
about the state of these bodies as we are.
Locals should run a tox screening
for methanol and ethanol.
Embalming fluid?
Yeah, it helps preserve the bodies.
Maybe he's leaving them in a state
where he can come back and enjoy.
The victims are around the same height, weight.
Unsub has a physical type.
But the victims are ten years apart.
There's no sign of assault.
And he glued the eyes open postmortem.
What are you thinking?
Unsubs will often force their victims
to watch what they're doing.
This guy does it after he kills them.
Well, he must feel more comfortable
"interacting" with his victims once they're dead.
Gardener County has turned the investigation over
to the West Virginia Staties.
JJ, Tyler, let's interview friends and family.
Dave, Luke, review the autopsy reports.
Disturbing this unsub's dumping ground
isn't gonna slow him down.
LEWIS Elias.
We got your message.
Let me get this straight-- you want us to break
WITSEC protocol to check in on your family.
I get it.
It's frowned upon when government agencies
shit in each other's litter boxes,
- but given the circumstances... -Elias.
You'd be doing them... you're essentially cleaning up...
Elias, one of our own went into WITSEC, all right?
It's safe.
Yeah.
One of your own. This is different.
When the world learned my name, it put them at risk.
You're right, and the Marshals probably had to move
heaven and earth to get them new identities.
But, unfortunately, those were the cards they were dealt.
Cards they were dealt by you.
Now, where is this coming from?
Do you have some reason to believe
that the Fan is gonna target your family?
I just want to know they're safe.
We'll see what we can do.
Yes, Mrs. Beltran.
El Paso Oak is the solid oak with wheat corners.
Yes, I agree.
And that wouldn't cost you much more.
Well, let's see.
Would you and your husband be able to come by
Friday morning?
Perfect.
Now, you have a wonderful rest of your day.
NARRATOR Chapter five.
"Weathering the Storm."
Losing a loved one can make us feel powerless.
Like we have no control.
Now, picture yourself alone on a sailboat
that's crossing the ocean.
Dark storm clouds surround you.
Gale-force winds bearing down.
Waves crashing over the sides,
tossing the boat left and right.
Do you shut your eyes and hope for the winds to change?
For the storm to pass?
Or do you take charge and adjust the sails?
Help me!
Anyone!
Help me!
Please, please, please help me!
Please let me out!
Please. Please.
No.
No more. No.
No more, okay?
No more. No.
What the fuck is...
No. What the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You need to eat.
You sick fuck!
That wasn't so bad.
You're only making this harder on yourself, my dear.
We're so sorry
for your loss, Mr. Fussel.
When they brought me in
to identify Sharon,
she still looked...
so alive.
Like I just needed to shake her,
she'd get up and walk out.
Mr. Fussel, what do you remember
about the day that Sharon went missing?
It was the day after my birthday.
Two months ago.
We'd just moved into a senior-living community,
which Sharon wasn't too thrilled about.
She'd gone out to the mailbox,
which was around the block there.
That was the last time I saw her.
You know, I didn't think that we needed to spend the money
on one of those security systems with cameras.
This isn't your fault.
Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt your wife?
Not a soul.
Everybody adored her.
I'm trying not to think about
what he might have done to her, you know?
It's all so sickening.
Why would he bother to change her clothes?
The clothes they found her in-- they weren't hers?
No.
When she left the house, she was wearing, like,
her jogging outfit.
So, we confirmed with Janis Kline's son
the clothes she was wearing
when she was found weren't hers, either.
Which means he's re-dressing the victims postmortem.
Now, I'm no fashion expert,
but there don't seem to be any striking similarities
between the clothes on Sharon and Janis.
Yeah, now that you mention it,
the style of the clothes are distinct--
from different decades, maybe.
I see your point.
You'd expect an unsub to use a surrogate
to re-create a specific fantasy over and over.
He's definitely preserving them to be modeled for something.
M.E. ran additional tox screens,
and both victims, along with embalming fluid,
had near-lethal levels of magnesium in their systems.
I thought the cause of death was exsanguination.
It was.
That means this guy was force-feeding them magnesium
- over several days. - Why magnesium?
It enhances hydration, uh, reduces inflammation.
Some people say it makes your skin more radiant.
All the better for him to admire.
NARRATOR Grief introduces chaotic forces
that can disrupt our daily routines.
But those turbulent forces can be channeled.
Rather than trying to ignore your grief,
try listening to it.
The pain you feel is the residual effect
of loving someone.
Just because they're no longer with you
doesn't mean they can't continue
to motivate and inspire you.
But, in order to properly channel those emotions,
you should remember this timeless maxim:
We must accept what we cannot control.
"We must accept
what we cannot control."
Voit wants us to find his family in WITSEC.
What prompted this?
Well, we think that it might have something to do with...
this man.
He checked in as Joshua Ryan, cousin of Alex, Deena's father.
- Mm-hmm. -He visited three times
in three days.
Watch what happened on his last visit.
We think that's a photo of Voit's family.
That's what got him spooked?
Look, Voit tried to get a message to the Fan,
inviting him to come visit him in prison.
What if he did just that?
He didn't sign the release for the audio recording,
and he came in with ghost glasses.
They emitted an infrared light
that blew out the security cameras.
Holy shit.
- This is him. -Yeah.
Yeah, that's not all. Look at this.
See that keychain?
It's an anime character.
Extremely similar to the artwork
that we found in Victoria Everman's apartment.
- A trophy from his first kill. -I think so.
Do we really think it's possible
the Fan could actually be Alex Ryan's cousin?
I think it's far more likely the Fan pulled one over on Alex,
but either way, we need to get Alex in for questioning now.
We're on it.
Does it matter if your Fan knows exactly where they are or not?
Because, if there's a will, there's a way.
It's what I've been saying
ever since they locked you up in this place.
I noticed you didn't mention to Dr. Lewis
that he showed up to threaten your family.
I asked her to check on them.
Eh, if I didn't know any better, I would say
- you're up to your old tricks. - I'm not.
You know how I know?
Because you go quiet
and you start lying to everybody,
including yourself.
As anyone who has been forced to read Ayn Rand will tell you,
awfulness comes in three parts.
Another body in Darrington Reserve?
Nope, but a stone's throw away in Fielder County.
Our unsub's got a new dumping ground.
I'll get Dave and head over there now.
Yeah.
Thanks for coming in, Mr. Ryan.
I know what you're going to ask me.
Do you?
It's about my cousin, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
Look...
I know that me and my ex-wife are the only ones
that were given permission to speak to Voit...
...but I swear I-I couldn't do it.
And when Joshua reached out, it was like...
the universe stepping in to help me.
I hadn't seen Joshua in 20...
I don't know, maybe 30 years.
And in all that time, he got himself a...
a PhD in criminology.
Really?
And so, I'm assuming that Joshua
offered to speak to Voit on your behalf?
He said he wanted to write books on serial killers.
So it seemed like a good plan.
After your cousin's visits, did he reach out to you again?
No, not yet. Why?
Mr. Ryan, we don't believe that the person
that you interacted with was actually your cousin Joshua.
What?
He knew everything about my family.
I'm sure that he did.
Do you have any contact information for this man?
Uh, we...
we only wrote emails back and forth.
The last one bounced... bounced back for some reason.
Who would do this?
They get an I.D. on the victim?
State Police identified her as Chloe Watts.
She was reported missing three weeks ago.
Same as the two other victims over in Gardener.
Eyes glued open.
I can't be certain of cause or time of death,
but the staging is clearly the same.
How old was she?
Forty-three.
Well, finally, a distinct pattern emerges.
Each victim is getting younger by a decade.
You know, and the clothing style
seems to get more dated with each victim.
It's as if he's honoring someone,
like a wife or a family member who died.
And if that's the case,
these clothes might very well be hers.
They haven't been soaked in bleach.
That woman's DNA might still be on them.
Yeah, that's what I'm betting on.
Dr. Toomey, we're gonna need to run
a fiber analysis on her clothes.
Absolutely.
Oh, fuck
I have so much to tell you.
Dad, stop talking.
Okay.
I can't drive and listen at the same time.
No, hey, hey, you are doing great.
What's the point of this?
Driverless cars are like two years away.
Oh, my God, do you know what driving represents?
Our addiction to fossil fuels?
Driving represents freedom.
Hey.
A couple years, your world is going to open up,
and there's gonna be no more homework, no more curfew...
No angsty parents peeking over my shoulder.
No angsty parents.
Life is gonna give you room to run,
and I'm not gonna be here to ride shotgun,
so I need to know that you are ready to take the wheel, okay?
Got it.
One little problem.
- Hmm? - I don't have my permit.
What do we tell Mom?
It'll be our secret.
What she doesn't know can't hurt her.
Right. Okay.
- Okay. - Hands at ten and two.
And just try to lay off the brake this time, all right?
Yeah, Dad. I got it.
Elias.
Elias, we know the Fan visited you
and threatened your family.
He had a picture of them.
It could've been a part of a court record.
He could've lifted it off a police server.
Director of the U.S. Marshals assured me
that whatever threat the Fan made was a bluff.
Your family's new identities have never been compromised.
Nevertheless, the Marshals are increasing
the protective detail on your family as we speak.
They are safe.
And you can help us.
All right? Because you just sat down with this man.
Tell us what you talked about.
I need to see them first.
We swear we would if we could,
but cooperating with the BAU also helps ensure their safety.
Yeah, or it just plays into his hands.
All right.
I know you're scared.
Because even though you pride yourself
on being able to profile serial killer behavior,
you have been wrong about the Fan from the very start.
You underestimated the pace of his evolution.
You misinterpreted his motivations.
This guy is creeping around in your blind spot.
He knows it, and that's why he can provoke you.
That could be part of his game, too,
like a shell game.
Right? While we're focusing on you
and your family, he's free
- to pursue his real goal. - Yeah.
And if you're right, then everything he shared with me
is just gonna lead you into a trap, isn't it?
Fresh from the West Virginia Crime Lab oven,
we have confirmation that there was DNA
of an unidentified woman on the clothes of all three victims.
No hit from CODIS just yet,
but they did send us a clear genetic profile.
Basically, she's Caucasian, medium build,
with dark hair and blue eyes.
Which matches our victims.
This woman would've been ripped
from our unsub's life in a terrible way.
Name that tragedy.
Accident, homicide, suicide.
And these women are some sort of a tribute to her.
Okay, but why go to such great lengths
to preserve them only to discard them?
I think I know why.
There were trace amounts of acetic acid
found on Chloe Watts's body.
Acetic acid is used in the development process
of old-school black-and-white film photography.
So he's keeping the memory of this woman alive
by photographing these victims in her image.
Penelope, can you start culling through the names
of embalmers, undertakers and morticians
that reside in the tri-county area?
- Yeah. -And focus your search on
those who've lost a close female family member.
Spreading out my digital tentacles now.
Which, oops, I have to retract,
'cause we just got a missing persons report
from Fielder County.
Grace Menard, 27.
That tracks with his victimology.
How long has she been gone?
Uh, her mom filed the report.
The last time they talked was three days ago.
If the unsub took her, she doesn't have much time.
The Platinum Series.
Excellent choice.
Well, as my mother always said,
preparedness is next to godliness.
Thank you.
I feel as if she's still with me every day.
Of course. That's...
That's very kind of you to say, Mrs. Buchwalter.
You have a wonderful rest of your day.
Son of a bitch.
Okay, dreamboats, based on the wonderful parameters...
Hi. Come on in.
...that you gave me, I was able to uncover
the recent, untimely death of a one Katrina Bancroft.
She died in a single-car accident six months ago.
It says here she drove off a cliff
near the Darrington Reserve,
where the first two victims were found.
Suicide.
Yeah, that's what the authorities deemed it as,
especially because her car was filled to the brim
with personal items.
Body burned so badly
they needed dental records to identify her.
She was the owner and operator
of a funeral home in Fielder County.
Yes, and that was bequeathed to her one and only son,
Marvin Bancroft, who filed multiple claims
on his mom's insurance, all which were denied,
demanding compensation for the, quote-unquote,
"priceless portraits" of his mother
that were taken every year on her birthday
for the better part of 68 years.
Do we have an address for Marvin?
Of course we do. I just sent it to your phones.
Have the deputies meet us on site.
You got it.
What the fuck?
Hold still, please.
What is this?
- What are you doing? - Shh.
Don't worry.
I promise you that you are in good hands.
What the fuck are you doing?
Hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, that-that's...
that's-that's your mom in the other room?
Pardon?
In there, in...
I'm right, aren't I?
And-and-and she-she... she passed away?
Yeah?
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
What was her name?
- Katrina. - Katrina.
Um, what did...
It's a beautiful name. What did she name you?
- Marvin. - Marvin.
Yeah. Marvin. Marvin.
My mom named me Grace.
Like the blessing.
I'm sure your mom is really...
really, really proud of you, Marvin.
Yeah.
- Thank you, Grace. - Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
Hey. Hey.
Marvin.
You do not have to do all of this, Marvin.
Okay?
No.
I'm begging you, Marvin.
Tyler and I will cover the back.
You two take the front.
No.
No, no, no, no!
FBI!
Marvin Bancroft!
Grace? Grace, you're gonna be okay.
You're all right, okay? Just breathe.
We need medical.
All right?
Come on, get her out of here.
Put the gun down and turn around.
I can't leave her.
You're not leaving her.
She's always with you.
Yes, she is.
That's-that's right.
See, Marvin, I... I'm a mom.
And I know moms never
want to see their kids get hurt.
So I'm gonna need you to just put the gun down.
"We must accept what we can't control."
"There is an enduring tenderness
"in the love of a mother to a son
that transcends all other affections of the heart."
Washington Irving.
Oh, look at that gorgeous creature.
Okay, I promised myself
I would hold off on reminiscing, but...
Oh, come on. Indulge, my sweet friend.
Indulge.
Yes.
Henry.
Oh, yes.
The handsome plane has landed.
Where did you get the suit?
It was a wave of my fairy godmother wand.
An early graduation present,
and Luke was nice enough to pick it up.
It's classy, right?
Oh, God, you...
you look...
so grown-up.
-Mom. - What?
You're doing the thing again.
Deal with it, okay? Come here.
Um, I'm hungry.
Mm. Of course you are.
That makes two of us.
I told the rest of the team to meet us at Verano, so...
Well, it's too late now.
Never too late for Verano's.
Come on, I'm...
They're gonna be there. I'm paying.
Well, then I'll take care of the apps and the zerts.
- Great. - Can I change, then?
What, are you crazy?
No way, man. You got to take it for a spin.
Come on. Let's go.
- Yes! -All right?
Gonna get my stuff.
It's exciting.
Oh, and with the back of it. Oh, this is gonna be great.
You know, I can't help thinking there's a method
behind the Fan's madness, because he is consistent.
Each time he makes us commit
to heading in one direction, he dekes.
So, let's go back over the timeline again.
Absolutely.
Eight weeks ago, the Fan kills Victoria Everman.
Strangles her.
And takes a souvenir.
As far as we know, that's an isolated act of violence.
But one week after that,
Voit goes on Brian Garrity's podcast.
There's nothing
romantic about me.
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.
Which opens an entirely new can of worms.
The Fan is clearly innervated.
And he responds a week later by sending a message to Voit.
A week after that, he sends Voit
the photos of Laura Boyd.
Two days after that, he kidnaps Laura's ex,
Lance Kingston.
The Fan uses Lance
as a proxy to try to communicate with Voit,
and then he punishes him by branding him
over and over again with the same word
Voit used to describe him:
- "pathetic." -Hmm.
Then silence for another week.
Until he risks everything by talking to Voit face-to-face.
And threatened his family.
Where'd you get that?
Presumably to poke the bear, but the question is: Why?
Do you think that he knew we were out of town?
- I wouldn't put it past him. - Hmm.
Now, I understand the simmering psychopathy
that led inevitably to him murdering Victoria Everman.
I understand his desire to gain the attention
of one of the most notorious serial killers of all time.
I understand what it means
to have his heart broken by his idol.
But what I don't get is Laura and Lance.
Why do these two play such a key role in
the Fan's psychodrama?
I mean, they have to be connected to Voit somehow.
But they aren't.
Maybe to his family.
But not before they joined WITSEC.
Otherwise, there's no way
we wouldn't have made that connection.
Yeah, you're right.
And neither Laura nor Lance see any connection, either.
No, they don't, and neither does Voit.
Unless...
Unless Voit's lying to us.
I don't think he is lying.
I-I think he's wrong.
It's what you said--
this guy has thrown Voit for a loop.
I mean, he is definitely living rent-free
in Voit's head right now.
So, based on the murder of Victoria Everman,
the Fan's profile suggests
Laura Boyd means something to him.
The U.S. Marshals stopped monitoring Laura weeks ago.
Same with Lance.
As soon as he was discharged from the hospital.
Rebecca's got to make a call.
Okay, right now, I'd say Laura Boyd is our priority.
And we need to take her back into protective custody
until we've eliminated the threat the Fan poses.
- Thank you. - No problem.
-See you, Laura. - Night.
Oh, wow. Five after 10:00.
Starting to get worried.
Yeah, they kept me late again.
They have me proofreading this food allergy cookbook.
If I have to read one more word about aquafaba,
I am going to hurl.
I know.
Living the dream.
♪ In my foolish lover's game... ♪
I know.
I know, but why should I have to do something
that A.I. could do in like three seconds?
You're right.
You're always right.
All righty, Mom.
I know.
Okay. Will do.
I love you, too.
Good night.
♪ Watching in slow motion ♪
♪ As you turn around and say ♪
♪ Take my breath away. ♪