Previously on Criminal Minds: Evolution...
-(whimpering) -You saved my life.
Roxy. Her name was Roxy.
Whatever you have to say,
you can say it.
I don't have to.
I wrote it down.
"Dad, I know the truth.
I know you are a serial killer murderer."
That's not the truth.
Liar!
-(overlapping yelling) -(alarm ringing)
LEWIS: See that keychain?
It's an anime character.
Extremely similar to the artwork that we found
-in Victoria Everman's apartment. -PRENTISS: A trophy
from the Fan's first kill.
Everything that we thought was collateral damage
serves a purpose to him.
Laura Boyd is our priority.
REBECCA: Philadelphia PD didn't get there in time.
-JJ: This guy is one step ahead of us. -(choking)
Do you know who it is? Who he's having you look for?
Someone who was recently issued increased security.
VOIT: Where'd you get that?
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?
ROSSI: Someone smarter than you
-is hunting your family. -He's not gonna get to them.
We have a possible medical situation.
Cell 2B03.
(groaning)
* *
(sighs)
CROWLEY: The dark triad.
Narcissism.
Machiavellianism.
Psychopathy.
The unique synergism
of these three nonpathological personality traits
predisposed this man
to callous conduct
that inevitably evolved into acts of violence.
(sniffs)
Benjamin David Merva
went from follower of the Separatarian Sect
to leader of a splinter faith group known as the Believers,
maintaining his hold on power,
as well as...
satisfying his own predatory impulses
by engaging in a series of sacrificial killings.
Strangling his victims.
But after 299 victims,
Merva's mistake--
excuse me... (chuckles softly)
...his apprehension--
results from the same reason, ironically, as his ascension:
the dark triad,
which beguiles Merva's fractured psyche...
(grunts softly)
(student clears throat)
...and fortifies his blind faith
in his own invincibility...
(student coughing)
...which makes him incapable of accepting
that he could ever be made to answer for his crimes.
-Thanks again for coming. -(soft chatter)
Dr. Crowley, that was a really cool talk.
I mean, it was a little-- it was creepy,
-but it was very cool. -Yes.
What's your name?
Laura.
And I have a-- I mean, it's a super weird question,
but I just wanted to get your professional opinion.
Um...
I just broke up with my boyfriend.
Lance. And, um...
and it didn't...
Uh, how do I want to say this?
I don't know, but, basically, um,
he went from being terrific to being terrible
in, like, record time,
and I just was curious if you think
I should, like, get a...
like, a restraining order or something.
Well, to be fair to both parties, Laura,
I shouldn't pass judgment.
But if Lance demonstrated intense mood swings...
(inhales sharply)
...he could be exhibiting a personality disorder
that may well pose a physical threat.
Seriously?
And yet the problem with you going to court
and securing a protective order--
it'll give you a false sense of security,
because, truthfully,
such measures only deter men who fear the law.
Yeah.
Thank you for coming tonight.
Yeah.
STUDENT: Dr. Crowley, i-is it true
that some of the information that we've gone over
from today's lecture...
(continues indistinctly)
*
(student continues speaking indistinctly)
I-I was just wondering how a man like that
could get away with so many kill counts.
*
(horns honking in distance)
(soft chatter)
(sighs)
I'm just never gonna get it.
I mean, I hate math.
Don't think of it as math.
Think of it as... coding.
Like for a video game, okay?
So if you have a recursion without a proper base case--
(chuckles) I don't know.
You got something that sounds a lot like math.
-Erik... -Seriously.
I mean, you might as well be speaking Mandarin to me.
Which is the other midterm I'm probably gonna fail tomorrow.
You're not gonna fail anything.
* *
Who you calling?
Campus police. I...
-Why? -Somebody's following us.
(sighs)
We're fine.
You know who that is?
Sort of.
Is there something you want to tell me?
It's not a big deal.
Don't worry about it.
But I am worried about it.
That's why you're so damn cute.
(both chuckle softly)
Call me after your midterm.
(chuckles)
(phone keys clacking)
(line ringing)
Reece here.
Marshal Reece.
You mind backing off a little?
You're scaring my friends.
Copy.
(phone beeps)
(sighs)
(insects trilling)
(yelps)
* *
ROSSI: "The best weapon against an enemy
is another enemy."
Friedrich Nietzsche.
(footsteps approaching)
-Voit has escaped. -What?
You really got to hand it to these Butler boys.
It's not like he dug a tunnel
or scaled a wall. Oh, no.
He knocked out a couple of guards, took a uniform
and some car keys, and he walked out the front door.
-When? -Six hours ago.
So now, to prevent a panic,
I've ordered a news blackout for the next 12 hours.
And since Voit is now armed and clearly dangerous,
I've authorized the use of deadly force to stop him.
Shoot on sight is for terrorists.
And now for one of the most prolific serial killers
of all time.
Voit didn't kill the guards?
No. Thank God.
I know this is gonna sound crazy,
but Voit doesn't pose a threat to the general public.
Yeah. That sounds crazy.
PRENTISS: No. Based on his profile,
the reason for his escape has to be to hunt down
and kill James Crowley.
Because Crowley threatened his family.
He's not gonna hurt anyone else.
Well, I'm not taking any chances.
Because it was your profile
and Penelope Garcia's testimony
that set him up in this place,
when he should've been in the highest security prison.
ROSSI: Hey. The only reason Voit got
special treatment is because you made a deal with the guy.
Director, we will find him.
And you will end him.
* *
(keys clacking)
ROSSI: That is a nice trick,
swapping out the license plates on this car.
But don't you think the BAU told the local cops
-to pull over every car... -(sighs)
...that even remotely looks like
the one you drove out of Butler?
Yeah. Maybe. But they're not the ones calling the shots.
True. And those powers that be don't want to create a panic.
Which means I got a few more hours
before they put on the full-court press.
So, what if you can't find this guy?
-(choking) -(creaking)
I'll find him.
And he'll be expecting me.
(horn honking in distance)
(panting, grunting)
Laura.
You're scared
and, um... (chuckles)
...uncomfortable.
But you're not gonna die.
That's not your purpose to me.
(inhales sharply, exhales)
You're a messenger.
Of sorts.
(whimpering)
I... I-I don't...
I don't understand.
Of course. How could you?
How could you? Now... (inhales sharply)
...you can only serve your purpose
if you do precisely as I've instructed.
I...
-I will. -Great.
* *
(grunting)
REBECCA: Holly Voit is missing.
Marshals have Sydney and Harlow in protective custody,
but Holly is...
They have no fucking clue.
She's a freshman under the surname "McCoy"
at Tollden College.
In the past, she's been known
to try to ditch her marshal chaperones.
And last night,
after she called to ask them to give her some space,
they completely lost her.
JJ: Crowley has her
and Laura Boyd.
But how did he find Holly?
(gasps) The Scrambled Eggs Protocol.
That's what he needed
to force out of Garrity's ex Sheila.
It's the back door
to help him locate Voit's family
by using their tax filings from when they entered WITSEC.
But if this really is Crowley,
why wouldn't he just kill Holly
and then go after the rest of the family?
LEWIS: Because...
he needs to sacrifice Holly in front of Voit.
-What? -Crowley's constant game-playing
and taunting of both Voit and us,
his sudden shifts between his own victimology
and his obsession with Sicarius,
it all is starting to reveal a man at psychological war
with the two sides of himself.
GREEN: One side represented
by the symbolism of those typewriter fonts,
the other expressed by his mastery of modern technology.
One side, the man he thinks he is.
The other, the god he hopes to be.
And that conflict truly makes him feel pathetic.
But there is one thing that could calm those waters.
And it would be, once and for all,
to surpass his idol.
PRENTISS: He can't beat
Voit's body count,
so the best way he can see himself surpassing Voit
is if he can destroy the man himself.
First emotionally, then physically.
And Holly's death would be that first step.
ALVEZ: And, true to form, Laura Boyd
is being used as bait to lure us away
from interfering with their showdown.
It certainly wasn't hard to trigger Voit
into breaking out of Butler,
but how can Crowley be so sure
that Voit will know where to find him?
Deena Ryan.
Look, Crowley chose her on purpose.
Voit knows her history
and Crowley's history cross somewhere.
And we need to find that crossroads.
JJ, Dave, I want you
to follow up with whatever you can on Deena Ryan.
Luke, Tyler, Penelope,
review everything we have on Laura Boyd
and Lance Kingston.
Rebecca and Tara,
now that the marshals are willing to cooperate, let's see
if we can find anything in Holly's recent activity
that can tell us anything.
-(keys clacking) -(trilling)
(computer chimes)
What?
(mouse clicks)
Oh, please. Oh, please.
Um...
-(beeps) -(exhales)
Emily, I-I'm gonna need you to come and see something.
Like, now. Like, right now.
Okay.
(beeps)
-(shuddering exhale) -(keys clacking)
Oh, my God.
Hello, Penelope.
It's me, Laura.
(exhales)
Um...
You must listen to me, Penelope.
-(door opens) -And you must believe
every word.
If you want to save my life,
you must make sure that no one
stands in the way of Elias Voit reaching his destination.
We don't know his destination,
so how could we stand in his way?
Do you understand?
Yes, I do. We do.
Good.
Because there's no reason for me to die.
But I'm willing to be sacrificed.
For the greater good.
-(breathing heavily) -(mouthing)
Can you trace this?
-I'm certainly gonna try. -(keys clacking)
-(zapping) -(yells)
(pained groaning)
LEWIS: She's being electrocuted.
No!
No, please!
-No, please! -Son of a bitch.
(yelling)
Stop! (panting)
(Laura whimpers)
(exhales)
GARCIA: Crowley has it rigged
so if I even try
to identify the route for the ISP,
I'm gonna get Laura shocked.
Jesus fucking Christ.
There has to be a way to find her.
Not digitally, there isn't.
LAURA (weakly): Now that you have been warned,
I shall continue...
to remain safe.
And when God so chooses to...
offer his mercy,
I shall be...
set free.
(sighs)
-Drink. -No.
It's fine. It's a protein shake.
Get away from me!
You're gonna need your strength.
Fuck you.
(Crowley sighs)
(Crowley inhales sharply, exhales)
Do you believe in providence?
My father revealed its meaning to me.
And he knew the truth.
Embodied it.
The universe has always done for me
what I could not do
for myself.
Like that night that you came to listen to my talk
at Bogner.
And afterwards, you even...
stood in a long line
to ask me a question.
Remember what you asked me?
Hi, Mr. Crowley.
Hello.
You mention this thing in your book
I was curious about.
The serial killer gene.
And you say that the whole idea
is a simplification that doesn't reflect--
The very complex realities of human development and behavior.
Now, of course, some genes,
uh, such as MAO-A
and CDH13,
yes, they've been associated with aggression,
but the fact is
there's no single cause for violent actions.
That's why I discuss how the dark--
So, in your research,
you've never encountered anybody
who felt as if maybe they'd inherited their...
dark side from a parent?
Why do you ask?
I don't know.
It's kind of a scary thought.
And I was wondering just how real it could be.
Killers begetting killers?
Something like that.
Your father, is-is he aggressive?
My dad's dead.
(exhales) Honestly,
it was strange to me,
even though you were in witness protection,
that you'd chosen to fashion the illusion of your father's death.
And then, as I was digging through his court records...
(laughs)
...I read where...
you'd even snuck a shiv into Stoneward Penitentiary,
-tried to kill him yourself-- -That's not true!
I didn't want to... (sniffles)
I was angry about all the shit my mom was going through,
-and-- -Yeah.
And you figured,
"If I were to get Daddy out of the picture..."
You sick fuck. You're twisting everything around.
-I'm stating facts, Holly. -The fact is
my dad is smarter than you.
And when he gets here,
he is going to fucking kill you.
Yeah.
You're probably right.
(breathing heavily)
* *
(sniffs)
But he's not gonna kill me before he gets to see
your blood spilled out all over my floor.
* *
Despite the news blackout, we have received a few
confused reports of Voit sightings
across the southeastern states.
Confused because nobody's expecting
to see Voit out of a cage.
The frequency of the sightings suggests he's heading south.
If you think that Voit's final destination is James Crowley,
then where the hell is Crowley now?
Somewhere in Florida.
It looks like our road map begins and ends
with one of Voit's victims, Deena Ryan.
He found her on 2nd Street in the town of Tulock.
It's about 60 miles west of Tallahassee.
She was handing out pamphlets for a revival meeting
for a faith group that called itself "the Columns."
Look familiar?
REBECCA: That's the same font Crowley used
in his messages to Voit and Garrity.
And the same as what was branded into Lance Kingston.
The Columns? Is that some kind of cult?
They would not have described themselves as such,
but they were bankrolled by their founder and leader...
...Alexander Westcott.
-Hmm. -JJ: Westcott was the black sheep
of an old-money family
that owned several businesses in the Southeast.
Including some printing companies.
ROSSI: Now, even though this guy professed
some deep spiritual convictions,
that didn't stop him from being accused and acquitted
of sex crimes in the late '90s and early 2000s.
Yeah, one of the victims even testified
that he tied her up with leather belts.
Westcott died of a heart attack while awaiting trial in 2008.
And as far as we know,
the Columns passed away with him.
But this Westcott, he sounds like
he has to be connected to Crowley somehow.
ROSSI: You bet he is.
Because even though he was married,
he had a mistress, a woman named...
Margot Crowley.
JJ: And her son James was born in Kensington, Pennsylvania,
in 1969.
If Voit's heading south, it means he thinks he needs
to go back to where he and Crowley met Deena Ryan.
Which means he's on his way to Tulock, Florida.
GARCIA: Hey, Laura, can you hear me?
Yes, I can.
Thank you.
There is no reason to compromise my safety.
(sighs) Even when you engage her in casual conversation,
she still sounds like she's reading from a script.
You think Crowley is keeping his eyes on her the whole time?
ALVEZ: It doesn't really make sense.
She's here to distract us, not him.
Yeah, but what we're failing to remember
is Crowley's tech acumen.
H-He's monitoring her 24/7.
He's probably set up some sort of AI algorithmic tap
that's feeding her lines that she's reading off,
and then, meanwhile, he's off "preparing" for Voit.
Hey, Penelope, can you throw a freeze-frame
-to the screen back here? -Totally.
Do you see something?
Maybe.
* *
ALVEZ: It looks like, uh, an old industrial space.
Yeah, but right there... Hey, Penelope,
can you enhance the top right corner of the frame?
Copy you.
Wow, that brings back memories.
Of what?
GREEN: You see that, um,
fragmented fiberglass material there?
Yeah, it looks like some kind of sound baffling.
GREEN: Yeah, that's exactly what it is.
And I once had to try to install a shit ton of it
at an undisclosed location in Afghanistan.
That's a long story. Anyway, this one looks like
this stuff called QuadroFiber.
Yeah, that's a more recent product, and that
looks like an old industrial space.
Yeah, it does, right?
So, I'm thinking we need to check out
if this rich Westcott family ever made an effort
to modernize a factory,
but then gave up and closed it anyway.
GARCIA: I'm gonna have that answer in a hop and a skip and a jump.
And here it is.
Uh, Westcott Printing, Incorporated.
It's a typewriter factory,
and it's located in downtown Philadelphia.
All right, look, we can't just go rushing in there.
Crowley's got cameras and sensors all over the place.
Yeah, we're gonna need some kind of a distraction of our own.
Yeah, you totally will.
And I have an idea.
-Okay. -(keyboard clacking)
(soft rustling)
(exhales)
(elevator bell dings)
(indistinct chatter)
(phone ringing)
I know where you are.
Well, not exactly.
I will when I trace this call.
Are Sydney and Harlow okay?
Yes. He only got to Holly.
(sighs) 'Cause he couldn't resist,
'cause she's his type. Look, I have to handle this.
Nobody else needs to get hurt.
You know I can't agree to that.
-Hello, Penelope. -Hello, Elias.
I'm sorry.
I fucked you over.
When this is all done, the blowback's gonna come back
on you hard because you went to bat for me.
Well, I appreciate that. Uh...
So, why don't you do me a solid and surrender
and let us save Holly?
I would if I could, but you can't.
If Crowley doesn't get me down on my knees, then Holly's dead.
If I can get there, I might be able to help her.
Why call if you don't want any help?
I just want to hear your voice.
And...
say goodbye.
* *
Elias...
I know this fucker is threatening
the life of your child, but trust me,
you are not the guy you used to be.
He's lying in wait, ready for you.
So, please, we need to help you.
(gasps softly)
(exhales)
(phone beeps)
-(call beeps off) -(sighs) Okay.
What I just learned from that phone trace is...
sir, you were right about Tulock.
He's on his way there.
And additional information
I have learned is that I have IDed
a property that used to belong to the Westcott family trust.
It was gifted to a one Margot Crowley.
That property is 30 miles south on the Gulf Coast.
It's a circuitous route, Voit is in a car,
which means you might be able to catch up to him?
Okay. Emily, JJ and I are wheels-up,
but we can't make a move until Laura Boyd is free.
* *
(engine approaching)
Penelope. What are you seeing?
I spy with my bespectacled eyes
six cameras,
all of which I will now piggyback upon.
Smiles, everyone.
I hate to be this guy,
but how will we even know if this is working?
Oh, ye of little faith and so much temerity.
This is part one, and it's Jiffy Lube.
Part two is where things get wonky,
'cause once you get in there,
I'm not gonna be able to help you.
Be frickin' careful.
(monitor beeping)
LAURA: Penelope?
There are agents outside.
If they make entry, I will die.
Yes, Laura. We know.
They will not move.
GARCIA: Keep milling around.
I'm still looping the video.
(keyboard clacking)
Okay. It's activated.
Go, go, go, go.
-Let's hit it. -On me. Let's go.
HOLLY: If they found her,
I bet they're on their way here, too.
I'm counting on it.
Laura, listen to me.
No matter what happens next, we are going to protect you.
I am willing to be sacri... sacrificed...
No. No, no. You know I d...
Penelope Garcia, whoever you are,
wherever you are, I-- look, I am so fucking scared, okay?
This guy, he killed Lance.
There's no way he doesn't kill me, too.
I have seen his face.
(clicks tongue)
I know, Laura.
I know. And you're being super brave.
Garcia. Cut Crowley's audio.
GARCIA: Done.
LEWIS: Laura, we're the FBI. We're gonna get you out of here.
AGENT: Spread out.
ALVEZ: Keep your eyes on the camera.
Heads up. Camera overhead.
ALVEZ: Okay. Crowley's set
to light this place up. Garcia was right.
That plate underneath Laura, it's a pressure plate.
It takes over if the Wi-Fi gets cut.
(breathes deeply)
Okay, here's the deal.
I say Garcia cuts the signal, the camera's off,
I get in there, apply pressure to that plate
long enough for you to cut Laura loose
and get the hell out of here.
Come on, Luke. What happens to you?
Pressure plates are wonky.
I-I should have a few seconds that I can run for cover.
Plus, it's a directional blast, so I can run the other way.
(whimpering softly)
There's got to be another way.
We don't have time.
*
(exhales)
I got this.
Penelope.
I need you to jam all the signals
coming out of this place
in three,
two, one. Now.
I poked Crowley's eyes out.
Go.
LEWIS: Careful, careful.
ALVEZ: Pads are off.
-GREEN: Arms are free. -ALVEZ: Come on, let's go.
-Oh... -ALVEZ: Don't worry.
You got her?
GREEN: Here we go, here we go.
-With me, with me. Here, here. -Thank you.
-LEWIS: We're clear. Let's go. -GREEN: Let's go. We're going.
-Thank you. -Go!
GREEN: This way.
(panting)
You need not fear the arrow.
(grunts)
(beeping)
Come on, come on, come on.
* *
(glass shatters in distance)
(flame whooshes)
* *
(barking)
(exhales)
-LAURA: Oh, my... -GREEN: She needs medical.
-Okay, let's go. -Yeah.
(distant sirens wailing)
(groans, exhales)
Luke.
Are you all right?
-Yeah. -LEWIS: Yeah?
I'm okay.
Where's the dog?
Uh, what-what dog, champ?
The search dog.
* *
Sure you're okay, buddy?
Yeah. Fine.
LEWIS: (sighs) All right.
Let's get you checked out, all right?
(sighs)
The universe doing for me
what I cannot do for myself.
* *
If your father truly loved you,
why do you think he risked your life
by leading a double life?
Why do you think he built you up,
filled you with dreams, plans for your future
he knew one day would all come crashing down?
(gasps, choking)
Answer me.
You're... scared.
(gasps, coughing)
(door closes)
*
(inhales sharply)
Our 12-hour window is closed,
but of course, it didn't take long
for "Sicarius killer on the loose"
to be the top story.
But honestly, I'm just relieved
that you were able to rescue Laura Boyd.
How is she?
Well, physically, she's doing well,
but with the emotional roller coaster she's been on,
she'll need some time.
-Did she ID Crowley? -ROSSI: She did.
Does she know where he is?
-No, but... -Uh, Director,
Crowley's been able to give us the bait and switch before,
so we need to make absolutely sure
we're not chasing our tails on this one.
-But, uh, we are close. -MADISON: Okay.
I'll have the Tallahassee division
standing by to back you up.
Thank you. We will update you shortly.
-(call beeps off) -Sorry.
If Madison were to send his people
to back us up, then...
They're gonna shoot on sight, and Voit's a dead man.
Which is what he's wanted ever since he woke up from that coma.
All that guilt, crushing him.
All the guilt over his crimes.
Guilt over losing his family.
I mean, Crowley sure knew
what button to push to reactivate Voit.
The problem is, he's not Sicarius.
Not anymore. Now he's just a desperate dad.
Meaning he's no match for Crowley.
He doesn't stand a chance.
And Holly may pay the price.
(seabirds calling)
(vehicle door closes)
* *
CROWLEY: You do not...
disappoint.
You think I'm afraid to die?
Where is she?
You tell me.
You found your way here, didn't you?
Surely, you must have put yourself back in the mindset.
Didn't you ask yourself,
"If I were gonna use a man's daughter as enticement,
where would I hold her?"
You are going to tell me where she is
or you are going to wish you were dead.
Okay, take your best shot, but you should know better,
'cause I hold all the cards.
My submission? That's what you want?
On your knees.
Tell me where she is, and I'll submit.
This isn't up for negotiation.
If you kill her, I will kill you.
I die, she dies.
You're not really willing to pay that price, whereas I am,
so as I said, there's nothing to negotiate.
(breathing heavily)
(gun clanks on table)
That's right.
Anything to save your little girl.
Maybe you still can.
Get up.
* *
-Holly. Holly. -Daddy. Daddy.
-You okay? You okay? -Daddy...
-(device beeps) -(screams)
-(electricity discharges) -Fuck!
All right, everyone, listen up. No matter what you have heard,
there are to be no shots fired
until we have safely secured the hostage Holly Voit.
Are we clear?
-Mm-hmm. -Mm-hmm.
Good. Lock down the perimeter.
(grunting)
Dad. Get me out of here.
-(panting) Okay. -Please. Please.
VOIT: Oh, Jesus. (grunts)
Okay. Okay.
Come on. You okay?
I love you, Dad.
Honey, I love you. I love you. Okay.
Go outside, there's a car waiting for you.
-I'll be right there. Just go. -What-what are you gonna...
Go. I'll be right out. Go.
(Voit shouts)
-(shouts) -(grunting)
-(clattering)
(straining)
(exhales, chokes)
(groaning)
(straining): Elias.
Look who's come to save you.
Daddy's little girl.
Die, you fucker! (shouts)
(Holly screaming)
Stop. Hey, stop.
Hey, stop. Stop, stop.
Stop, stop.
*
It's all right. It's all right.
-I couldn't let him... -I know. I know.
-I know. -ROSSI (distant): FBI!
-Thank God. -VOIT: No.
-No, no, no. -What... what-what's wrong?
I can't let them take you away from me. Look at-- just-just...
trust me, okay?
-Come on. Here. Here. -(footsteps approaching)
Voit, drop the weapon.
Now.
Holly. You're gonna be okay.
Stand up.
Come on.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(grunts softly)
Dad!
Holly. It's okay.
It's okay. It has to be like this, all right?
-I'm sorry, I... -No. No, you didn't do anything.
This is all my fault.
All of it. I'm sorry.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
Okay?
-I love you. -(quietly): Wait...
MADISON: And so, Elias Voit was taken into custody
by the Leon County Sheriff's Department,
and then later transferred
to the custody of the U.S. Marshals.
But my question is, why was any of that necessary
when the directive had been to shoot on sight?
When SSA Jareau and I made entry,
we found Voit's daughter was being held hostage
in the same room where he had just stabbed Crowley,
so, to be honest, neither Agent Jareau nor I
felt it was appropriate or necessary
to execute her father in front of her.
I see.
With regard to Holly Voit,
I'd like to draw your attention to exhibit C,
the photo of the injuries to the palm of her hand.
You wouldn't say they appear to be consistent
with a knife slipping out of her hand
during the act of stabbing?
Perhaps stabbing James Crowley?
No.
No? Let me then draw your attention
to exhibit F through exhibit J.
Is that not James Crowley's blood all over her clothes?
Director,
the cuts on Holly Voit's hand are, in my experience,
far more consistent with defensive wounds.
Uh, from when a victim, reflexively,
has tried to stop a perpetrator from stabbing them
by grabbing the blade.
Reflexively?
Yes.
The "fight" in fight-or-flight.
Are there any other questions?
All right, then.
For the record, following the submission
of this board's full after-action report
to the attorney general, the inquiry
into the escape and apprehension
of Elias Voit will be officially closed.
Thank you, SSA Rossi.
And thank you, Director Madison.
How are you feeling?
I'm... not sure.
Your mother is on her way.
Do you have to tell her what happened?
You can tell her yourself.
What she doesn't know can't hurt her.
Actually, there are only three people
who really know what happened.
One of them is dead.
And we know your father would do anything to protect you,
-because... -Where is he?
Never mind.
Your dad knows
only we would understand.
And Holly?
We will be here for you.
Yeah.
But I'll be fine.
REBECCA: I have it on good authority
that in the board of inquiry's final report,
Director Madison is officially commending the BAU
for its use of restraint in apprehending Elias Voit.
High praise indeed.
He also, even more surprisingly,
reaffirms the BAU's profile of Voit
as posing a minimal threat level.
Really?
W-What does that mean for Voit?
Well, apparently, very little.
As of this morning, he was transferred
from FCI Butler to an undisclosed,
high-security federal penitentiary...
...where I am told he will be serving out
the remainder of his 63 consecutive life sentences.
Well, 64,
now that Voit says that he plans to plead guilty
to the murder of James Crowley.
So, does this mean it's all over?
That we've seen the last of Voit?
REBECCA: As far as Director Madison is concerned,
Elias Voit shall not darken the door of the BAU ever again.
LEWIS: A-And why is that? Because they're just gonna
throw him down a hole and forget about him?
ALVEZ: And I say, let the door
slam him in the ass on his way out of here.
Luke, it doesn't feel wrong to you?
I'm with Luke. Whoever or whatever
Voit is now, it needs to be buried so far down,
it denies all the oxygen to his so-called celebrity.
Why risk inspiring another fan?
LEWIS: Look, I hear what you're saying,
but I still think we could learn a lot from the guy.
I just wish there was some way for him to be there for Holly.
Hasn't he done enough damage?
PRENTISS: Guys, clearly, we have all been
affected by this crazy ride we've been on.
But no matter your opinions on the man,
his future is way above our pay grade, so...
wheels down.
Let's go home.
*
You okay?
Yeah.
I noticed you were conspicuously quiet on the Voit resolution.
Because it's not quite over for me yet.
I still have a little business I need to take care of.
Ah. The book.
You know.
I've avoided it like the plague.
After all that's happened, after all the lies,
people deserve the truth.
They do.
And that will finally close the book on this guy.
For all of us.
Amen to that.
(seabirds calling)
Geez.
I know you're gonna be here for four years,
but did you really need to bring all of your stuff?
-It's not all my stuff. -No, it's okay,
because your roommate has a lot of stuff, too.
ALVEZ: Uh, his. Not yours.
Your dorm room's small.
Uh, fret not. I have rearranged everything
to maximize the space.
-Great. -So, is this everything,
or do we have to drive back to D.C.
for something you forgot?
Seriously, though. Y-You have everything you're gonna need?
Pretty much.
MICHAEL: Maybe I should stay,
in case your roommate sucks?
No. But I'll call you if I need you, all right?
I'm happy, I'm sad,
I'm having all of the feels.
I'm sorry.
You know, San Diego's pretty sweet.
If you're into surf, sun and sand.
And study hard, right?
C's get degrees.
Henry.
I'm joking.
I should probably go. I have a freshman orientation.
* *
Your-your dad would be so proud of you...
Now, um, you call me
if you need anything.
I will.
Or me.
(laughs softly)
I'm gonna be fine, Mom.
I wouldn't have been here without you.
Yeah.
*
(sniffles)
Okay.
(sobs softly)
(sniffles)
Thanks, everyone.
ROSSI: I find myself often drawn back to a quote
-by James Baldwin. -Go Bobcats!
ROSSI: "Children have never been
"very good at listening to their elders,
but they have never failed to imitate them."
And though the story and profile of the man
who was born Lee Duval, chose to become Elias Voit
and evolved into the Sicarius killer
does not represent that reflection,
I am reminded of it as I conclude this book,
because of what my old partner Jason Gideon
often tried to caution me about...
VOIT: All this shit could do more harm than good.
Why do you think you writing about me will be any different?
Because I know you better than you know yourself.
And this book
will shatter the illusion of you for good.
Do you honestly think you can get rid of me that easily?
Watch me.
("Nessun dorma" playing)
Salute.
(exhales)
Don't mind if I do.
Excellent.
What are we drinking to?
-To taking a break. -Mm.
-Oh, my God. -(exhales)
-I just remembered something. -What's that?
Tomorrow, it will be exactly four years
since Sheriff Hanson, out in Yakima County,
caught up with me at a diner right before
I was about to fly back here to Quantico,
and asked me if I would take a quick look at something
down at the Old Jarvis Farm.
A buried shipping container.
The rest is history.
Is it?
Oh, what is that famous saying?
Um...
"The past is never dead..."
"...it's not even past."
Voit isn't dead.
He's not past.
That four years? It left a mark.
Ooh, it sure did.
But here's another famous saying for you.
"Survive and advance."
I'll drink to that, too.
You and me both, sister.
Emily.
Oh, Jesus. Voit?
What? No, he's gone. Forget about him.
This is something else.
Unidentified body parts have been anonymously delivered
to the FBI field offices
in New York, D.C., L.A., Chicago and Miami.
I want the BAU on this now.
* *
Break's over.
Yeah, we need to assemble the team.
We just got another case...
* *