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Previously on
"Criminal Minds: Evolution"...

Looks like there's been
an active killer up here

for decades that we never knew about.

I love the enthusiasm.

But the brass is not gonna like this.

Part of Doug Bailey's skill set

is knowing
where the department's focus is.

He wants to shut down the BAU.

Whoa. That's another kill kit.

We thought these cases were connected...

the shipping container, Rory Gilcrest,

our spinal cord guy.

And now we have our smoking gun.

We thought the shipping container

ended in 2020 because of the pandemic.

Instead, the UnSub gathered followers

that he's now activating.

This is a network.

Kill yourself before you get caught.

That's the Devil's Bargain
for joining the network.

Some of the lab techs
are starting to call

this UnSub "Sicarius".

If we stop Sicarius...

Not even Bailey can touch us.

Who's that?

Ah, that's Moose. He's my floof.

He's a big old goofball.

You don't say?

We found the hole.
It's empty. No kill kit.

Because he's got it already.

Backup's on the way. What's your 20?

Suspect is about 200 yards
west of the highway,

headed toward the access road. Let's go.

No, no, no. Do not box him in.

We need to take him alive.

Suspect has fired on officers.

- We're not letting him go.
- Listen to me.

If he thinks he's cornered,
he's gonna...

Shit!

Kill kit's intact.

Yeah. We recovered the kill kit.

Not so much with the UnSub.

I'm never gonna get it.

Oh, don't say that.

Everybody's got to start
somewhere, okay?

We just got to practice.

Slow down.

Just clear your mind.

I can't.

You're talking.

Hey. Five minutes.

We're gonna be late.

Ignore your mother. Just...

I heard that.

Yeah! Nice.

Attagirl.

Alright, go inside.

Authorities had linked the suspect to...

Ugh. I hate it when
Gwennie's parents bring snacks.

It's always orange slices
because they're poor.

Hey. You know who's not rich?

- Us.
- Holly!

Come on! Let's go!

Mom, have you seen my phone?

Oh, morning, kiddo.

No, just use the find-my-phone thingy.

Maybe you left it next
to Sabrina's vape pen

at the party last night.

Huh?

You suck. Did you steal my phone?

You left it.

Well, that doesn't mean
you can just take it.

No, no, no, no. Freeze. Stop.

Harlow, do you have her phone?

Okay, take your stuff,
get her phone, get in the car.

Ugh!

You, explain yourself.

Yes, there was vaping last night.

No, I didn't do it. I swear.

I was making fun of Sabrina on text

- and then Madison joined in...
- No, no.

Stop, stop. Just get in the car.

Your mother and I
need to talk about this.

Harlow, you are dead.

Well, do you buy it?

I don't know. I...

She's got a good head on her shoulders,

so I think I do.

Yeah, but maybe she's just
got us all fooled.

Maybe she's having sex.

Ugh, maybe she's a vegan.

Oh, honey. Oof.

Our kids would never be vegans.

I like having you around.

You sure you gotta get back
on the road so soon?

Pandemic's over.

Systems aren't gonna
maintain themselves.

Well, remember, you've got maintenance

to do around here, too.

I know.

Alright. We're gonna be late.

We'll be back around 6:00.

Oh, and the water bill...

something's wrong
with the autopay again.

Oh. Morning, Chad.

Uh, the girls aren't here...

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Voit.

Uh, but the lacrosse team

is doing their annual fundraiser
for this year's training trip,

and I was wondering if you might
need any magazine subscriptions.

You know, we actually get
most of our news

online now-a-days.

So I think we're good.

Uh, thanks anyway.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Christ's sake, hey.
We talked about this, son.

You gotta assert yourself.

How you doing, Hal?

Hey, you mind helping out?

Come on, Voit.
Where's your school spirit?

Let me take a look.

What are you looking for,
Good Housekeeping?

Just pick the one with the
football phone and move on.

You son of a...

Football phone.

Here you go.

Thank you so much, Mr. Voit.

Uh, you should start receiving issues

in four to six weeks, and if you don't,

there's a number
on the back you can call.

Have fun at camp, Chad.

Okay. Good job, buddy.

See? Sometimes you gotta
push a little bit,

just like with the girls.

Good dog.

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
- www.addic7ed.com -

"In the face of pain,
there are no heroes".

George Orwell.

This fucking guy.

Tara's on her way up.

Then we should get going.

God, I love your commute.

When they told me I'd be
working out of Quantico,

I thought I'd be fighting
Beltway traffic every morning.

Well, remember that
the next time you ask me

to go out in the city.

Uh, about that.

I've been thinking about
giving up my place.

Oh. And move down here?

Eh, something like that.

Oh. Um...

I-I mean, it's just a thought.

Like, what would happen
when you go back to DoJ?

Then I'll make the commute.

I've been doing it
the opposite way already.

Yeah, I...

Here I thought I was just

geographically convenient.

Look, I know it's fast.

I don't mean to pressure you.

No, it's... it... I'm...

I'll... I'll think about it.

Okay.

You're the agent who found
the container in Seattle.

The one on the Sicarius case?

Uh, I'm sorry, who are you?

Have they identified the bodies?

My daughter has been missing since 2007.

Okay, um, we... we don't
have any information

that we can share just yet,
but if you follow me,

I can show you to the family room.

I have been waiting in the family room

with all these people for hours now.

So, some guy just sent you
the kill kit transponder codes?

It was encrypted, and I
shouldn't assume gender,

but yeah.

Uh, does that make him
an informant or...

ooh, a co-conspirator?

Does it matter? They forced me here.

When I get them, I'm gonna
give them a knuckle sandwich

with these two...

Oh, but it is so nice to see you,

my fine furry friends.

Ooh, did I ever tell you guys
about that time

that the hot dog filter
went on the fritz at SOAR?

Oh, but we can't talk
about that right now.

We have to talk about sad things.

What do we have on this fuckhead?

Sicarius?

Sir, uh, I was able to find
a hidden message app

on all of the suicidal UnSubs' phones,

and that helped me identify
a discussion platform that Sic...

No. No.

That fu... f... It doesn't sound
right coming from...

I found the site that the UnSub network

has been using to communicate.

So far, I-I can only get
the public posts,

but all signs point to this
is how they're coordinating.

How does he find them
in the first place?

Well, I mean, considering the pandemic

shifted his behavior
from actively killing

to finding others to do it for him,

we can assume that
most of that recruitment

happened online.

Yeah, but a serial killer
who's willing to die?

A suicide pact takes leverage.

He'd have to have intimate details

to get somebody to off themselves.

We have seen a lot of
self-radicalization

due to isolation.

We said he's a good profiler.

He profiles his victims.

He'd profile his followers.

I mean, are we talking
about a cult leader here?

Maybe, or maybe he thinks
he's an artist,

giving out kill kits like
they're paintbrushes,

teaching the next generation
of serial killers.

We know one way he got good at it.

I mean, every single body

in that container
was a low-risk target...

uh, homeless, runaway,
drug user, you know,

people least likely to be
reported missing.

Some of them are more than
a thousand miles

from where they disappeared.

Question is... how do we shut him down?

Okay, well, Alvez and I
can take the kill kits, right?

Who manufactured them,
where they're from.

Could give us a geo-profile
that will help us

figure out where this network's
gonna strike next.

Alright, then let's get on it.

Hey, can we address
the elephant in the room?

I mean, this is a huge case,

and we have a huge target on our backs.

And Deputy Director Bailey
wants us gone.

We're not going anywhere,

not yet.

We've got an ace up our sleeve.

Penelope Garcia identified
the GPS transponders

for 13 kill kits the UnSub buried

around the country.

With help from local police,
we have recovered 10.

Including the one from the suspect

who killed himself yesterday.

Yes, three of the kits were dug up

before we were able to get to them.

Which means you have three
potential serial killers

who seem highly likely

to kill themselves under pressure.

If an UnSub wants to take
himself out of the equation,

what's the big deal?

Well, the big deal is that, uh,

every suspect is a potential lead

to the head of the network.

When they die, that lead goes away.

We need to take this thing
down from the top.

Even if we were to eliminate
the remaining suspects,

or they eliminate themselves,

what's to stop him

from just restarting
the network again and again?

Well, what you're describing

sounds remarkably like a terror cell.

Have you considered
bringing in Domestic Terrorism?

Sir, Domestic Terrorism's expertise

is in anti-government,
anti-authority groups,

and there's no evidence of that here.

We're dealing with a network
of serial killers

who are driven by compulsion,
not politics.

Even if you're right, a public
demonstration of strength

would make people feel safe.

But it wouldn't make them safe.

DT would put in protocols

that would show every card we have.

That'd give Sicarius
the chance to adapt.

Agent Prentiss,

if I'm going to make your case
to the director,

he needs to know
that the right resources

are being deployed on a problem.

The BAU is the right resource.

They need to prove it.

I'll hold off the brass
as long as I can.

Thank you, sir.

You two-faced little jerk.

I am so proud of you.

- Hey. How'd it go?
- So excited.

We won. That's not "the news".

I got in!

Daddy, I got in!

Oh. Uh?

Braxton Academy?

We applied last spring?

They send 20% of their students
to the Ivy League.

Private school?

C-Con... Congratulations!

Thank you.

It means I'm gonna be all alone
on the bus next year.

Score.

Uh...

Yeah, I'm really torn up about

not having to babysit you anymore.

Um...

what happened to public school?

We told her that if she got
the grades and she got in...

Elias, it's her dream.

It's expensive.

H-Hey, lockdown burned through
most of our savings,

- business has not been...
- I know, I know, I know.

We will figure it out, okay?

She is so excited.

Oh, hi.

Oh, hey. Uh...

Wouldn't you be more comfortable

in the High Tech Room?

You know, I-I need to burn more sage

and rosemary and juniper
and salt the corners.

You know, what I learned
in start-up culture

is that it's good to be
social while you work.

Also, we need a foosball table.

Okay.

Um, so how did you find

their discussion forum?

The cuckold bull guy, Robert Harris,

he had a messaging thing on his phone,

hidden behind a fake weather app,

and the family annihilator,
Rory Gilcrest,

had the same one on his phone.

Uh, true crime is one of
the most popular topics

across all media, and
that's a challenge for us.

See, just in this forum,
there are 558,000 members.

So, looking for the specific
ones that we need...

it's like finding a straw-colored

needle in a haystack.

Well, first, we need to narrow down

- the suspect pool.
- Ooh!

In narrowing news, I identified

two people we've seen before.

Now, based on their posts,
these are the three UnSubs

that have offed themselves,

and because I got into their phones,

I discovered they each chatted
with this individual.

Who is 45125?

I don't know.

He's some sort of terrible Yoda

for serial killers,

doling out copious advice.

Everybody's trying to get his attention.

Sicarius.

Okay, we need to know
who else he's been talking to.

All of the direct messages
go through a different server.

But you know what I can do?
I can cross-reference

everyone on this forum
with anyone Mr. 45125

has had any public chatting with,

and we got...

Oof.

It's still too big of a haystack.

Truth, my angel of music.

This significant, yet smaller stack

contains the three UnSubs
with the kill kits

and my informant.

Alright, well, let's start searching

through this big, old haystack.

Cam, I need more work.

My little girl just got
a big opportunity

and we're trying to make it happen.

Yeah, about that.

The company's starting to make cutbacks,

and business just isn't coming back

the way that we thought.

And that's why you need
to put me back on the road.

I'm the best sales engineer
that you have.

Actually, Elias,

your role is one of the ones

that's gonna be eliminated.

Wait, are you firing me?

It's... It's a reduction in force.

And we're gonna need you
to return the company car.

Whoa, whoa. I have a wife and kids.

My... My little girl
is about to start school.

How am I supposed to pay for that?

Well, sales engineers
are in high demand.

You're a good worker.

I'm sure you'll land on your feet.

I'm... I'm just really sorry.

That's awesome.

I hear they have a killer lax team.

You know, you should apply.

We could carpool.

Hey, now, don't get his hopes up.

Those fancy-ass schools

ain't looking for a kid like Chad.

- Here we go.
- What?

You... You think she got into Braxton

'cause she's better than you?

Nah, they just need to
diversify, like everywhere else.

There's no place for a clean-cut,

all-American kid anymore.

They're all looking for the weirdos.

The orchestra, the birdwatcher,
the alterna-whatever...

Mr. Sparks, I got into Braxton

because I worked my ass off.

Of course you did.

You know, equality just means

an even playing field, right?

You be careful, little girl.

The world can seem
awfully simple at your age.

Hey, is there a problem?

Nah, there's no problem.

Your little girl just seems
to think she's a grownup.

Old enough to recognize a sad drunk.

Holly. Go inside.

Yeah, run off to Mama. Shoo.

Hey.

Don't talk to my daughter that way.

Or what?

Come on, l-l-let's see your best swing.

Huh? Have at it.

Hal, today is not the day.

All talk, no action.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Aah!

You fuckin' beta cuck.

You ain't gonna do shit.

Just stay away from my family, okay?

At least that little bitch has the balls

to stand up for herself.

What a jerk.

Somebody should do something
about that guy.

I'm glad you're not that somebody.

That suicide in Virginia,

the guy in the woods,
that was one of ours?

Yes.

Good.

Then it's my turn.

No.

You told me if I gave you money,

I could cut the line.

We had a setback.

I know. I watch the news.

First, the FBI found
your little treasure chest,

and then they found your transponders.

How is that my problem?

That's your problem
because more and more of us

have stopped following the rules,

which means I have more and more

loose ends to tie up.

So, you wait.

Well, I just hope you have
a good exit strategy.

I do.

By the time the FBI
figures anything out,

the network will be gone.

So will I.

And the rest of us?

Those who bankrolled you?
What happens to us?

I won't end up like the others.

I'm not putting a gun to my head.

Then let's make a deal.

You send me the same amount
of money as the first time,

and I move you to the top of the list.

- So, I'm next.
- No. Not next.

There's someone else
who has to go first.

I need to see if he pulls through.

That's not fair.

I have new toys. I want to use them.

Then do what I tell you, Benjamin.

The rules are there for a reason.

Follow them and you won't have
to put a gun to your head.

Now, are you going to send
the money or not?

I'll consider it.

I-It's disgusting.

Sicarius is like a celebrity
to these people.

Everything they write is to impress him.

There's a post on how to dissolve bodies

in hydrochloric acid.

Mm. They're not just competing
for his attention,

but they're also giving each other

- how-to tips for murder.
- Yeah.

In addition to the disgusting advice,

they're also sharing stuff
about themselves.

While you've been looking
into unknown users,

I delved into the UnSubs
we're already aware of.

So, Harris, that
cuckold bull aficionado...

he wrote this piece about how
he wanted to paralyze the world,

and then he wrote a bunch of posts

saying even if damaged,
he would dominate till the end.

Gilcrest wrote this thing about
defeating a security system

and taking out a family.

It's not just fan fiction.

It's creepy auditions.

And they're doing it
in a place they know

Sicarius will see them.

And he gave them kill kits.

Specific kits.

So, Harris gets a paralytic
off the dark web

to go with the drugs
he's already prescribed.

Gilcrest gets a jammer.
It's like murder Christmas.

Except here's the rub...

some of those kits were
in the ground for ages.

There's no way Sicarius
would know in advance

what people wanted in them.

He's picking candidates based
on kits he's already buried.

Selecting the killer to fit the kit,

- not the other way around.
- Oh, my God.

Penelope, you are a genius.

Increasingly so. It's the self-care.

- Mm.
- Yeah.

But here's the
chicken-and-the-egg problem.

If we knew what was in those kits,

we'd be able to narrow our search,

but we need the kill kits in
order to track down our UnSubs.

Or maybe we don't.

We may already know
what's in those kits.

Oh.

Acid, strangulation, and fire.

You're sure?

The only killing methods
represented in the container

and not represented in these kill kits

are acid, strangulation, and fire.

And that's helpful?

It's exactly what we need.

Those M.O.s might point us
toward the three UnSubs

we're looking for.

Hey, Penelope, new search.

So, this is what might be in
those kill kits we're missing.

Look, I know you want to punch
the guy in the face,

but what's that gonna do?

He's still gonna be our neighbor.

The guy's an asshole.

Honey, let it go.

What happened to that guy I married

who could let anything
roll off his back?

Is it something else?

Work?

You know if you had done anything,

he would have probably called the cops.

Here. Maybe, um...

I could take your mind off of it.

Honey, talk to me.

When you get quiet like this,
it scares me.

I just gotta work some stuff out.

All talk. No action.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Beta cuck.

You ain't gonna do anything.

Hi. Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.

Um, sorry about last night.

I'm... I'm better now.

I... You have work?

Emergency trip to Tulsa.

There's a bug in the system
I have to work out.

- Um, when will you be home?
- On Saturday.

- Love you.
- Love you.

So, I don't have any candidates
for acid or strangulation,

but I do have one for fire.

Username "Notorious"
over the past several months

has made 37 posts about el fuego,

and several have gotten the
attention of our 45125 UnSub.

"I wait for the customer.

And when the customer
asks for fire, I rain fire".

Yeah, he goes on in excruciating detail

about the smell of burning flesh
and how the victims can't scream

because all the fire
has sucked up all the air.

Okay, but what's all this stuff
about a customer?

Is this guy some kind of
a salesman who lost it?

No, he's former military.

Probably PTSD.

How do you know that?

Because I know.

Well, if your
Spidey-Sense is correct, sir,

and I'm sure it is, we can get
our paws on those records,

because the DoD catalogues everything.

So, all I have to do
is cross-reference details

from these posts with records
from the Pentagon.

And in mere seconds,
we are gonna ha... Pickles.

Apparently while I was away,

the DoD decided to patch
that hole in their firewall

I told them about in 2012.

I guess they decided to take
cyber more seriously.

I, um...

I might have another way in.

Hey.

Does the DoJ have access to
military after-action reports?

I need you to do me a favor.

Tyler Green served two tours
in Afghanistan,

working military intelligence.

He was a spotter for drone strikes.

His job was to lure enemy
targets into the kill zone,

observe the attack, and report back.

How did you know?

The customer's always right,
aren't they?

- Mm-hmm.
- What are we missing?

Uh, drone pilots and spotters
refer to their assignments

as coming from "the customer".

Might be the CIA or a classified op.

It doesn't matter.
They're trained to give

the customer what they want.

And now, some of them suffer from PTSD

because they're questioning
what they did.

If that's not serial killer
training, I don't know what is.

- Well.
- It gets worse.

"After several reprimands for drug use

and refusal to follow orders,

Green received an
other-than-honorable discharge

when he started publishing videos

of the aftermath
of drone strikes online".

This is our guy.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

There's just one more thing.

We all know the numbers
on PTSD and suicide.

We also know that's a precondition

Sicarius uses to recruit his followers.

If this UnSub has some form
of IED, he's going to use it.

Curbside is for immediate
loading and unloading only.

No parking, waiting, or stopping
until your passengers

are curbside and ready to load.

We're talking about a disgruntled vet,

potentially with an incendiary
device, in our nation's capitol.

If that doesn't qualify
as domestic terrorism,

you tell me, what does?

You told me this network
wasn't political.

It sure seems that way now.

Typical bureaucratic bullshit.

While the BAU is doing
all the real work,

you try starving us to death,

and now that we're on
the five-yard line,

you show up to take credit
for the touchdown.

It's your call.

Just know that if we don't bring
in DT and this goes wrong,

I don't know how much
I can protect any of you.

The BAU built this case
from the ground up.

Can we make it a joint operation?

- Emily.
- I have no choice.

I-I-I got a location
on Green's cellphone.

We're all on the same team.

Luke, JJ, get this guy.

Commander, we need to take
this guy by surprise.

You march your men out there
in full riot gear,

he's gonna see us coming a mile away.

We'll take it under advisement.

Do we have eyes?

Knockout has the target in our sights.

Distance 800 meters.

Wait a minute, they have a sniper?

He's there as a contingency.

You'd prefer no Plan B?

Deputy Director, we haven't
confirmed the suspect is armed.

If they take this guy out,

we can't track him back
to the ringleader.

He is our only lead on the most
elusive killer in 15 years.

Thank you, but we have more
pressing issues right now.

He's heading into the park.

Yeah, he's got this planned.

Okay, there are only two ways
in and out of here.

This guy has military training.

If he gets into the park,

those people in there are sitting ducks.

We need to move now.

That's not your call.

You are observers.

I need a sit-rep.

The target does not appear
to have a detonator,

but, sir, if he goes
through the park gate,

we're gonna have trouble
getting a clear shot.

Whoa, what the hell are you guys doing?

I'm not losing another one.

Let's go.

This is a bad idea.

Sir, we've got a problem.

We have agents in the kill zone.

Order them back.

Sorry, DT isn't my command.

Rossi, if you don't pull your
agents away from that target,

I will relieve you from your
role as BAU team leader.

Excellent. I never wanted it
in the first place.

Sir, I can't get a clean shot.
It's too crowded.

If that man has a bomb and those
agents die, this is on you.

Uh, excuse me. Uh, I think I'm lost.

I'm trying to get
to the Lincoln Memorial.

Do you know...

Get off of me!

Where's the detonator?

Sir, the target is down.

Hello, and thank you for coming.

This afternoon, agents with the
FBI's Domestic Terrorism Unit

apprehended an associate
of a network of serial killers

as he was attempting to carry out

a terror attack in Washington, D.C.

What the hell is this?

This is how he makes his move.

Doesn't matter if it was a BAU win.

Just matters if he can put it
on the DT scorecard.

He's practically daring them
all to disappear.

This is bullshit.

The BAU caught Tyler Green,
you wank-weasel!

There is no place you can run,

no place you can hide
where the long arm of justice

will not find you.

- Hey, babe.
- Hi.

- I was just about to call.
- Oh. How'd work go today?

Eh, as expected.

New guy fumbled the
installation, you know?

Just goes to show, if you
want something done right,

sometimes you gotta do it yourself.

- Okay, well, I love you.
- Okay.

- Love you, too.
- Okay, bye.

Bye.

Prentiss. A moment.

We need to talk about the BAU's future

handling the Sicarius case.

Considering the unit did all the legwork

that caught our lead suspect,

I think they've acquitted themselves.

And in the process, violated
any trust I had in them.

- Agents Alvez and Jareau did...
- I'm not talking about them.

I'm talking about Tara Lewis
and Rebecca Wilson.

Did you really think
you could hide that from me?

It wasn't my call, but I stand by it.

No, you didn't make that call.

Rossi did, meaning he
falls on the sword.

I'm relieving him of his
position as head of the unit.

You need to find a new team leader...

someone who will report directly to me.

I found someone.

Who?

Me.

As section chief, I make
all staffing decisions,

and my decisions are final.

Yes, they are.

It also means I can fire you,
if given cause.

Considering all you're going
to be taking on,

doing double-duty, I just hope
you don't give it to me.

We'll see.

But hey, good luck.

Did you take firearms training
as Deputy Director?

- Excuse me?
- No, you did. You must have.

But you've never pulled your gun
in the line of duty, have you?

Never faced down a psychopath.

You're a hedge fund
manager with a badge.

You have never done anything.

So, when my team closes this case,

I'm not the one who's going to
need to worry about her job.

Excuse me.

So, it seems like you learned
a few new words.

Startup culture has its own lexicon.

Sir, I have to put a malware
scan on your computer.

- What?
- Yeah.

Hey. Um, I thought
you'd be home already.

I saw the press conference.

- You doing okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's just another day at the BAU.

I mean, at least we got another
bad guy off the street, right?

He knows.

My boss at Justice called.

Apparently, Bailey still has
some loyalists over there.

I am so sorry.

I knew what I was getting myself into

the minute I picked up that phone.

I knew it could cost me a very
uncomfortable conversation

with the US Attorney,
and I did it anyway.

Because of you.

The irony of it all is that
they're pulling me back to D.C.

because of it, so, uh,
I guess that backfired.

Well, um, I mean, you can't go.

I have to.

No, I mean, you can't move
back to the city.

I-I want you to move in.

Tara, you practically froze up

when I even suggested it this morning.

Please don't do this because
you think it's what I want.

No, I-I did, right?

I froze up.

You know, I just... it takes me

a little bit of time with relationships.

I mean, I guess a profiler would
say I have trust issues.

But this afternoon,
watching and thinking

that my friends were gonna get blown up,

I just... I just wanted you
to hold my hand.

So, if it's not too
geographically inconvenient now,

I would really, really like for you

to consider moving in with me.

Okay.

Uh, excuse me. We got a problem.

The device Green was carrying
was a fake...

filled with dish soap and mineral oils.

Completely inert.

Wait, what?

Why would a serial killer
be carrying a fake bomb?

I don't know, and he's refusing to talk.

Why is this not adding up?

So, CST found the actual
volatile components

from the kill kit, all neutralized

and made safe for disposal.

He also tapped into the security cameras

monitoring the entrances to the park.

To record what?

There wasn't gonna be an explosion.

Not what.

Who.

Tyler Green... he spotted
targets for the Army.

That's what he was doing in that park...

trying to lure Sicarius into the open.

To get into that park,

Sicarius would have had to walk
through one of those gates.

Meaning Green would have
got him on camera,

but we moved too early.

Dammit.

Now, hold on. First, we did
what we thought was right.

And second, hey, that's a big leap.

Can you prove it?

Who is she, Tyler?

Hmm?

That's your sister.

She went missing 15 years ago.

And according to your personal history

and your military records,

you searched for her for 10 years,

and then you stopped.

You know what I think?

Based on your behavior,
I think you figured out

who killed her.

You didn't join that network.

You infiltrated it to find Sicarius.

Tyler.

We on the same side?

You people...

ruined...

everything.

I'm done talking.

Okay, so he's not a serial killer.

He's a vigilante.

How did he get closer
than we did, though?

He had help.

From us.

Penelope, they found this
on him when he was arrested.

These are the coordinates
for the kill kits.

How did he get them?

Oh, my God.

He's my informant.

You know, there was a time
where I would have gotten

a real rush out of this...

just escaping the benign minutia
of everyday life

with the exhilaration of murder.

Now, it just kind of keeps me level.

Especially when people let me down.

But you're not gonna
let me down, are you?

No.

Ugh, I thought I could let
other people do it for me,

but apparently, people
cannot follow instructions.

You tell 'em not to leave a body,

they go and make a whole scene.

You tell them not to kill anyone
that can be linked to them,

and they murder a former lover.

I don't understand what is so difficult

about following a few simple rules.

I mean, it's not hard.

I did it...

with you.

Didn't I, Hal?

P-Please, I'm not the guy.

I'm not Hal.

You are tonight.

I'm not. Please. Why me?

Because you cannot be linked to me.

Jesus Christ, haven't you
been paying attention?

Also because Moose here
will not leave a body.

Oh, please, no.

But mostly because you look a lot

like my next door neighbor,
Hal, who's an asshole.

Clearly, I can't go and kill him

because that would be
breaking way too many rules.

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