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Criminal Minds: Evolution...

LEWIS:
We are pursuing the leader
of a network of serial killers.

PRENTISS:
The unsub, Elias Voit,
gathered followers

that he's now activating.

This is a network.

GARCIA:
What is this I'm hearing about

a certain résumé being submitted

by a certain someone
to Quantico?

I've given HR my résumé.

They haven't said yes yet,

- but...
- They're gonna say yes.

How long has this been going on?

A couple weeks.

We, you know, we decided that

we're more miserable apart
than together.

MADISON:
The DOJ is prepared

- to offer you a deal.
- JJ: He can do that?

Just agree to work
with a prolific killer?

The BAU will work
with Elias Voit.

- We will not.
- Oh, you most certainly will.

PRENTISS:
We will not

rely on help
from a serial killer.

We'll cooperate.

Director Madison is honoring
Voit's plea agreement.

Which means he is going
to be transferred

to FCI Collymore,

a minimum-security
federal prison.

Isn't it weird to anyone else
that Voit wants

to be in general population?

You're Elias Voit, aren't you?

Nah, uh, Lee Duval.
You got the wrong guy.

No, you're Voit.

(grunting)

♪ ♪

(soft clattering)

MAN:
Come on, seriously?

MAN 2:
Dude, I'm being
completely serious.

MAN:
Well, what are we gonna do?
We can't make that deadline.

MAN 2:
We need to have
an answer by tomorrow.

MAN:
Fine, we'll figure it out
tomorrow.

- Good night.
- Good night.

(car alarm chirps)

UNSUB:
Excuse me.

- (car door closes)
- I'm, like, totally lost.

and I'm trying to find
Bethany Beach.

Am I-am I close?

You're asking the wrong guy.
I'm new here.

Yeah, me, too.
Google Maps was working great

and then I just, like,
lost all my bars.

You know what I mean? When
you have service and then, uhp,

- no, you don't.
- Yeah, I-I know what you mean.

I've got two bars.

If you give me the address,
I can look it up for you.

Yeah, it's, uh, one, one,

four, zero.

(grunts, coughing)

(thud)

(soft grunting)

Wha...
(grunts)

(indistinct radio chatter)

OFFICER:
Dispatch, we got
a possible 10-14.

Stopping to investigate. Over.

(dispatch responding
indistinctly)

Hey. Buddy.

You okay?

(mumbling)

No.

How much you
take tonight, huh?

You need an ambulance?

- (mumbles)
- UNSUB: Officer, can I...

- can I talk to you for a second?
- Help me.

Help.

(mumbling continues)

It's, uh,

it's my big brother.
He's-he's, uh,

he's a junkie. I-I don't
really know how much he took,

but it's pretty tough
on my mom and dad.

They don't know.

It looks like
he just fell on his face.

You know? This is where he comes
to get his shit, I think,

but I-I don't really know.

I-I just kind of
want to get him home.

No. No.

Hey, look who's back.

You almost died tonight, pal.

Get home safe.

Help. Help.

Do you like the water?

(engine starts)

("Life I Know"
by Creature Crayon playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(laughing)

♪ Living the life I know ♪

♪ Watching the sun set... ♪

- MAN:
Oh, man. She is so thirsty.
- (gunfire on video)

I bet if we posted something
like that, it would go viral.

We should totally do that.

NARRATOR (on video):
Bull sharks can live in both
salt and fresh water.

MAN:
Hey, check it, bruv.
Look at this one.

- NARRATOR: Crustaceans,
marine mammals, birds,
- (sighs)

turtles, anything that...

(indistinct chatter continuing)

MAN:
I hate this so much.
This is so annoying.

WOMAN:
I need another drink.

♪ Spinning around got me... ♪

(sighs)

Where are we going?

I'm going swimming.
Dumbass.

Hold up.
I'll come, too.

I didn't invite you.

What, you gonna go swimming
all by yourself?

Seems to me
you need a lifeguard,

and I volunteer as tribute.

(sighs)

How many beers
have you had tonight?

- What?
- How many beers?

- I don't know.
- I do.

- Six.
- You counted?

- Yeah.
- Why?

Because I'm a woman
at a party by herself.

- That's why.
- I'm not drunk.

(scoffs)
That's debatable.

What isn't is that you've been
hitting your vape pen all night.

Which means, A, you smell
like a concentrated Hello Kitty,

and, B, you do not have
the lung capacity

to keep up with me.

Well, you know what I think?

I think you're a stuck-up bitch
who thinks she's better

- than everyone else.
- Not everyone. Just you.

So do me a favor.
Fuck off.

- Wait. W-W...
- Bitch, I know MMA.

No, look.

Oh, my God.

- (indistinct chatter)
- (siren wailing in distance)

You didn't notice anything wrong
until you got down here?

No.
I had to keep my eye

- on Prince Charming over there.
- (retches)

Look, do you need me
for anything else?

- Can I go?
- You can, but don't leave town.

We haven't had a case like this
round these parts in ten years.

ROSSI:
Actually, Sheriff,
this might not be

your case at all.

- Who are you?
- SSAs Prentiss,

Rossi and Jareau,

Behavioral Analysis Unit
of the FBI.

FBI?
What's the FBI doing here?

Seeing if a signature
on this body matches four others

that have washed up on beaches
across the Eastern Seaboard.

- What signature?
- Let us check
and we'll tell you.

You see it?

Yeah, I see it.

It's him.

Wait, who's him?

The unknown subject, or unsub.

He punctures holes up and down
his victims' rib cage.

Why?

JJ:
It speaks to cause
and manner of death,

which helps
establish a signature.

In this case, to ensure

the body fills
with salt water and it sinks.

And you think my dead guy

is part of your
serial investigation?

We do now.

Can you stop him?

♪ ♪

PRENTISS:
"All water has a perfect memory

and is forever trying
to get back to where it was."

Toni Morrison.

(elevator bell dings)

(indistinct chatter)

ALVEZ: All right, trainee,

you're in the hot seat.

Practice round.
Present the case.

Five bodies so far,

connected via stab wounds
to the chest.

So stabbing is his paraphilia?

No, it is a forensic
countermeasure.

Hmm. What makes it
a countermeasure?

The Gulf Stream
and marine life predation.

They make victimology
and trace evidence

almost impossible to discern.

We haven't even identified
two of the victims yet.

Until we do, forget about
an accurate timeline.

All right. One last question.

Are you kidding me with that?

(soft laughter)

Ooh. So cute.

They still make you
carry a fake gun?

Just until I complete
my training.

So I can get used to the weight
of the service weapon on my hip.

Until then, I get by with this.

It's not quite
the same thing, but

I'd rather have it
and not need it than need it

- and not have it, you know?
- That's nice.

You get your
field office assignment yet?

It's happening this week.

JJ: Oh. Any requests?

Number one is D.C. to be
close to you guys, of course.

And, uh, number two

is anywhere
but Anchorage, Alaska.

Not a fan of the snow, huh?

Not a fan of five
and a half hours

of sunlight during the winter.

(sighs)

Again?

Sixth time in six months.

Geez. OPR just won't give up.

Yeah. Second practice round.
What does OPR stand for?

Office of Professional
Responsibility,

aka the FBI's Internal Affairs.

How long are they gonna keep
questioning Rossi?

Till they get
the answers they want.

All right. We're on the record.

Agent Beatriz Carr

with Supervisory Special Agent
David Rossi.

How are you today, Agent Rossi?

Peachy.

My office has
some additional questions

regarding the assault
on Elias Voit

at Collymore prison.

My answer is
as it has always been.

I don't know how it happened.

I played no role
in it happening.

Yes.

You've been remarkably...
consistent.

Just to review, FCI Collymore is

a minimum security prison.

Filled with low-level offenders.

Oh, and Elias Voit.

Yes.
And Elias Voit.

Who was attacked
by two cannabis distributors

who made the mistake of crossing

- state lines.
- So, what's your question?

I just came into receipt

of a conversation Mr. Voit had

before his transfer.

At the time,
his lawyer was present,

so the cameras were off.

But once the FBI
entered his cell,

privilege no longer applied.

What do you mean,
once the FBI entered?

For the record, I am now playing

exhibit 2233 for Agent Rossi.

The guards were
rebooting the system

when you entered.

The microphones turned on
before the cameras,

so all we have is audio.

ROSSI:
I know you think you could
Houdini out of Collymore,

but gen pop is no place
for a serial killer.

Dahmer. Kibbe.

Harvey.

All of them died at the hands
of other prisoners.

Because you build prison cred

by spilling blood like yours.

Can you explain this?

I don't need to.

You told Voit exactly
what would happen to him.

That's not suspicious at all?

No.
It's my job.

To predict antisocial behavior.

Uh-huh.

And can you provide any evidence
that you weren't responsible

- for the attack on Voit?
- I can't prove a negative.

For the sake of your career,

I suggest you try.

If I wanted Elias Voit dead,

he would be dead.

Oh, and he's not dead, is he?

(monitor beeping steadily)

(door opens)

- Oh.
- (indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

You're here again?

- (door closes)
- Yeah.

I can't help it.

It's so weird. He's so...

non-psychopathic.

You know, sometimes he makes
little puppy noises.

Like... (whimpering)
Like that.

Any update?

No. I mean...

This is what he was like
when they brought him in.

He could wake up tomorrow
or never again.

His last MRI

indicated traumatic brain injury
to his prefrontal

and occipital lobes.

- But that's not the weird part.
- Oh.

It never is with him, is it?

Voit has complex
cerebral scarring,

some of the damage
goes back decades.

His brain looks more
like a retired linebacker

than an average 40-year-old man.

Oh, uh, be careful.

Only one of his arms is cuffed.

No, it's okay.

I-I supervised this myself.
Watch.

(alarm beeping)

Just a drill, thank you.

So... I know why I'm here.

(door closes)

- Why are you?
- Voit's attending

got the final incident report
from Collymore.

I asked for a copy

in the case it could get Rossi
out of hot water.

(gasps)
Man, you are in a coma,

and you're still
all up in Rossi's business.

PRENTISS:
I can't figure out

how Voit is still alive.

There were no cameras
in the laundry room.

But according to the report,

he was stabbed three times,

turned around, got the shank out

of his attackers' hands,
killed them and then collapsed.

That must have been
one hell of a fight.

Yeah.

So, how did he do it?

(scoffs)

Mother...

- What...
- Ooh. I recognize that tone.

Either your husband
or your kids did something

to get under your skin.

In the ballpark.

Will's mom is flying in
for Michael's birthday.

Last time she did that,

she decided
to surprise all of us

when she got Michael a hamster.

(chuckles)

Honestly, I would
trade with you.

- Why? What's up?
- My dad wants

to meet Rebecca so he can--

and this is a direct quote--

"size her up."

Mm. Okay.

Different generation.
Probably doesn't approve.

Yeah, but not in the way
that you think.

I mean, I was married
to a white guy before,

which he wasn't crazy about,

and now I'm getting
serious with a woman.

And he's convinced
that it's his parenting

that's resulted
in my choice of partners.

Yeah, well,
we know that's not true.

Eh...

Good news
on our ocean drownings.

Locals just made a positive ID

on the most recent victim.
Guy's name is David Hartle.

How'd Ocean City
ping him so fast?

Sheer luck.

Cold front changed
the currents on the unsub.

So Hartle washed up
quicker than the others.

Fingers crossed,
there's a clue on him

that wasn't washed away

or eaten by fish.

Do we have the ME report here?

- Yeah, just came in.
- Oh, great.

Guy had aerosolized fentanyl
in his lungs.

GREEN:
Not enough for an overdose.

But enough to knock him out
temporarily.

And check this out.

There was brown residue
found on his teeth.

The ME identified it
as swimmer's calculus.

Okay, this has to do
with the pH of the water, right?

Yeah.

Ocean water pH is about 8.1.

The more alkaline the water,
the higher the pH,

the more it stains the teeth.

The most common cause of this
kind of swimmer's calculus is...

- Chlorine.
- Bingo.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're telling us
that David Hartle

drowned in a pool
and not the ocean?

According to those
dental records, yeah.

The ME couldn't
believe it either.

Okay, so he's not stabbing
his victims in the chest

- as a countermeasure.
- Are you sure?

He needs to make sure
the bodies sink.

- Isn't that still
a countermeasure?
- ALVEZ: Yeah.

But it's a misdirect.

He wants us to look in the ocean

- but he doesn't kill there.
- LEWIS: No, of course not.

Plus the ocean's...
it's too chaotic.

I mean, it would have to be

an environment that
he had complete control.

One where he could extend the
torture for as long as he wants.

(scoffs)
He's drowning them

in his own backyard.

- (water sloshing)
- (man gasping, gurgling)

I can't...
(coughs)

Please...

Please...

I'm so tired.

I can't...

I can't...

♪ ♪

No. I'm not doing that.

Ugh, Dave, come on.

- Emily, no.
- (door closes)

Why not?

What good will it do?

This is the incident report

from the laundry room
at Collymore.

Don't you think
we should review it?

I did.
I read it. You read it.

There's nothing in there
that proves

that I didn't have Voit shanked.

But the Bureau of Prisons
investigative unit isn't us.

Maybe if we put
our heads together

we can see something
they missed.

Uh... no.

Why not?

Listen.

Ever since
Voit's been in a coma,

I stopped seeing him,
I stopped talking to him.

I don't want to do anything

that might make that happen.

Again.

Okay.
Then don't talk to him.

Talk to me.

We have worked too hard

to let Voit
take your job away now.

When you first
looked at the report...

...what did you notice?

ROSSI:
Bleach.

Me too. It was found
on one of the attackers.

So Voit got a shot in.

(grunting)

Yeah, but it didn't help.

They still overpowered him.

(grunts)

What was the second thing?

ROSSI:
Cleaning supplies.

They fell off the closet
onto the floor.

But some of the contents
fell as far

as five feet away.
Now that wouldn't

happen from a simple collision
with the closet.

There too much velocity
involved.

Yeah, that happened because...

He was r-reaching

for something in there...

...that he'd hidden.

FBOP didn't find anything.

Huh.

How deep were
the shank wounds on Voit?

About one inch.

And how about his attackers?

Six inches.

That seems a little strange,
doesn't it?

The investigators theorized that
Voit was fighting for his life.

So he didn't just stab them, he

drove the shank in
as deep as he could.

And are you buying
what they're selling you?

They had no other
conclusions to draw.

No evidence, no proof.

Yeah, but we both know Voit.

Are you buying it?

It would only make sense

if Voit had another weapon.

Ah.

- Hmm.
- What?

I need to get
into that laundry room.

Can you make that happen?

I guess. Why?

You just make it happen.

(door opens)

LEWIS:
Here's the thing.

If these victims
are drowning in a pool--

I mean, long enough for their
teeth to stain brown--

it means they're
treading for hours.

Yeah, so the pool has to be deep
enough that they can't touch.

That means
it's probably custom-built.

Seven feet all around.

He gets off
on watching them get tired.

Slowly succumb, and then...

he feels this power
in choosing not to save them.

Like a submersion
or asphyxiation fetish.

Yeah, but with
no consistent victimology.

You know, I might be wrong,
but this doesn't read as sexual.

It's more like
he's trying to work

something out
through his victims.

Well, aquaphobia
is incredibly common.

Something like 46%
of Americans fear deep water

in pools, and 64% of them
fear open water, so...

So what you're saying is
something drowning-related

happened to this guy
and now he's revisiting it

on everyone he kidnaps?

JJ:
Yeah, possibly.

I mean, we've...
we've seen weirder.

- Yeah.
- GARCIA: Yo! Yo, yo, yo!

Over here!

- Ah, right on cue.
- GARCIA: Yo!

Come! Friendships come!

Okay, it's not demure
or mindful,

but, yo, this is nuts.

This is like, uh,
the mammals with the teeth...

Like Chip and Dale nuts, like,

"how much water does it take

- to make pistachios" nuts.
- LEWIS: Penelope.

- What did you find?
- Firstly,

possible victim Chet Williams
has been reported missing.

Fan of the Delaware surf.
That's where he was last seen.

However but also:
the identified victims and Chet

all recently visited, according
to their search history,

AirBeachAndBed.com.

All of them.
What do you make of it, huh?

I don't get it.
The victims

were all looking
for vacation rentals?

Beach rentals, specifically.

But how would he get
ahold of that information?

Does he work there?

LEWIS:
Well, he wouldn't have to.

I mean, user information
gets sold all the time

to data brokers, credit card
companies, marketers.

So, one of these companies
could be hiding our unsub.

Then we shouldn't deliver
this profile to the police.

We need to talk to whoever
runs this website.

JJ:
And tell them their users

are targets of a serial killer?

They won't admit to anything.

They can't without
risking liability.

ALVEZ:
They don't have to.

Maybe delivering the profile
could be enough.

Uh-huh.

Hey, it's me.

I need your help with something.

Thank you for coming.

On behalf
of the Department of Justice,

we appreciate you agreeing
to assist us in this matter.

We also appreciate that,
as lobbyists

for a rental property website,

- you have all signed NDAs.
- Then you know

that's gonna limit
how much we can cooperate.

LEWIS:
We do.

We are just hoping that
you will use the sway

you have with your website
to help us in our investigation.

How do you know
there is a killer?

I haven't seen anything
about it in the papers.

Well, you wouldn't.
We don't normally share

the details
of an ongoing investigation

with general public
unless, of course,

it can help
with our investigation.

We are not accusing anyone
of any wrongdoing.

We are just asking
for your assistance.

LEWIS:
This unknown subject
is methodical,

- very dangerous and...
- JJ: Okay.

Here we go.

Now we look
for their micro-expressions.

See what these guys give away

without realizing
they're giving it away.

Won't this crowd have
a better poker face than that?

You can't control an involuntary
response from the amygdala.

No matter how good
you think you are at bluffing.

- (typing)
- Don't ask.

- Now I have to.
- I just said don't ask.

Okay.
If they stick to form,

they'll start
with a loud denial.

Most likely from

a previously agreed-upon
spokesperson. Him.

- Dapper white dude, front row?
- Yep.

Ooh, I got him!

LEWIS:
...victims.

Well, we are one of the most

popular vacation search sites
after Google.

We can't control that.

Well, we're hoping
you'll give us a list

of your employees
and third party brokers

- who access your data.
- (chuckles) Absolutely not.

We don't sell our data.

The company's
very clear about that

in its terms of service.

Could be a breach.

There are no breaches.

That you can admit to publicly.

But we assure you

that any help
you can give us will stay

confidential.

We're not cooperating
any further.

All right, Tara.

That's enough good cop.

Let's cut to the chase.

Your website's business model
isn't based

on getting people into rentals.

It's based on selling out anyone

who taps that
"accept cookies" button.

Someone is exploiting that

to kill innocent men and women.

Front row, right side.

Who's that?

GARCIA:
Richard Downey.

Why?

He looked down
when she said "kill."

Companies pay big money
for your users.

We have accepted that as
a part of the digital economy.

But what we don't accept

is you treating five victims
as acceptable losses

so you could make
your quarterly earnings.

And we think that their murders

- are worth more than your 401K.
- LEWIS: With all due respect,

their murders are more important
than your 401K.

GREEN:
That looks involuntary to me.

- What's he hiding?
- I don't know.

What I can tell you
is that Downey got his MBA

at Stanford after serving

three tours of duty in Iraq.

- Back to back?
- Yes indeedy.

I still got my dog tags.

You got yours?

Yes indeedy.

(pop music playing on speakers)

Hey.

So, how is this for a birthday
that ends in zero?

I mean, this is... speechless.

Like, "take my breath away"
speechless.

How did you even
find this place?

I looked up
"perfect sunset getaways,"

- and this came up.
- Well, it is perfect.

- (laughs)
- DAUGHTER: No.

- This is perfect.
- Oh, no, no.

- It's not time for gifts yet.
- No, it's okay.

Just open it.

MAN:
Ah.

Thanks?

Turn it over.

- Ta-da!
- (laughing)

"Here's to your liver"?
Come on,

I'm not that much
of a lush, am I?

- No...
- Well, only on your birthday,

- when it's allowed.
- MAN: I don't know.

Oh, wait! Selfie time?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah!
- Honey, no, no, no,
I look terrible.

No, no, no, you look great,
plus I want to remember this.

- Okay.
- Come on.

Oh, wait, Dad,
tuck in, get closer.

Okay, all right,
where am I looking?

You're looking at the pinhole
on the right.

- It's the same place
it always is.
- (laughing): All right.

- Okay, smile.
- Okay.

And smile.

- Take lots, take a bunch.
- I am, I am.

Okay, and...

WOMAN:
All right, let me see.

I get veto power.

DAUGHTER:
Okay, Mom, you look great.

WOMAN:
Okay.

MAN:
Oh, these are awesome.

WOMAN:
These are kind of cute.

(gasps)

What the hell is this?

Mr. Downey,
I'm SSA Alvez with the FBI.

This is Agent Green.

We just have a few follow-up

questions we wanted to ask you
about the drowning case.

Am I under arrest?

- No.
- Then why am I here?

'Cause we already told you no.

So you guys served, so what?

ALVEZ:
We know that you're being pulled
in two different

directions right now.

Look, on one hand,
you're an employee.

GREEN:
On the other, you swore an oath

to protect the Constitution
against all enemies

foreign and domestic.

ALVEZ:
All we're trying to do is stop

one of those enemies.

Okay? Someone who is using
your website against you.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.

GREEN:
Yes, you can.

We'll tell you how to open up

a back door to the site.
We can do the rest.

That won't work.

IT will flag it,
they'll know it's me.

And spoiler alert,

my company is not a big fan
of whistleblowers.

GARCIA:
Well...

that's where I come in.

DAUGHTER:
Dad, what choice do we have?

MAN:
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Shh, shh, shh.

No, okay?
This is not happening.

Do you understand?
It's not.

- Dad, he-he...
- It's not!

If we do this, we're dead.

UNSUB:
I said get in.

WOMAN:
I trust you.

No.

No, I'm not gonna
let you do this...

(screams)

(gasping)

(panting)

Okay. Get in.

- Just get in. Just get in.
- DAUGHTER: Okay.

Okay. Wait. W-Wait.
What about Dad?

It's gonna be okay.
Just do it.

Uh, okay. Okay.

WOMAN
It's gonna be okay.

DAUGHTER:
But Dad. But Dad's right there.

- (whimpering)
- (water splashing)

(gasps)

(groans) All right.

Oh, I can't...
I can't touch the bottom.

Neither can I.

(groaning, panting)

I can't touch it anywhere.

- (daughter panting)
- Move.

Vivian, take off your clothes,

anything that's
gonna weigh you down.

(grunts)

(both panting)

It's okay.

Gonna be okay.

- Just trust me.
- Okay.

(Vivian grunting)

Oh, is this what you want?
You creep!

Stop. Stop talking.

Why?

'Cause we're gonna need
our energy.

All of it.

Agent Ivan needs
to get back to us, and...

Give me a minute.

(sighs) You want to play a
real-life game of Clue with me?

Why do I feel like
you've already won?

- Maybe.
- I'll start.

Professor Voit
in the laundry room with a...

Shank made
from the wired cover of a fan.

- What in the world?
- A weapon

that Voit made
to fight off his attackers.

- How'd you know?
- He told me.

I got stuff,
I got filtered water,

got a fan.

But how did you find it?

Every washing machine has
a drain pan underneath it.

Based on where the guards
found Voit's body,

there was only one place
he could have hidden it.

PRENTISS:
So now we know
how he fought them off.

But how did he know
they were coming?

He was
in a minimum-security prison.

Those two weren't killers.

I checked their records.

They were gonna
be in there for a while.

- So they were enticed?
- Yeah.

Okay, but Voit
wasn't in there as Voit.

He was registered under
his birth name, Lee Duval.

Well, someone let the cat
out of the bag.

So, besides us,

who knew Voit was Voit?

- You. Freeze.
- Moi?

What is this
that I hear about you

sitting bedside with Voit?

- It's nothing.
- It's something.

I mean, what, are you
reading him a bedtime story?

No. Come here.

- (door closes)
- Okay.

- (chuckles)
- So,

do you remember the last time
we were in the field with Voit,

and I had to stop him and Tyler
from killing each other?

I remember
you taking off your glasses.

- How I knew you were serious.
- Right.

So I looked in his eyes.

And I mean, I went deep
in there, and I saw...

...stuff.

What?

A soul.

- (scoffs)
Oh, all right, come on.
- No, I...

I know. I know.
He-He's a psychopath.

All I can do
is tell you what I saw,

and I saw an ember of something.

Okay.

Yeah, I don't see anything,
all right?

But I believe
that you believe it.

Thank you.

Here's what I want to know.

What do you get
from sitting next to him now?

I'm hoping...

I can see something
salvageable in him.

(scoffs)

You know, I never got heartburn
before I met you. Never.

It's my freakish empathy.

It's giving you the heebies.

But I can stave off the jeebies

because I have done
some good work on this case.

- May I?
- Ah.

So, that mole
we got from the website?

I got the user data
of our victims.

All of them.

Including the two
that we couldn't ID?

Yeah, including them. This is
Mila Stevens and Joel Tanner.

They were the missing people

that most closely match

what little
the local police could give us.

All right. Where are they on the
timeline with the other victims?

GARCIA:
Numbers one and two.

ALVEZ:
Okay. Where are they
originally from?

Chesapeake, Virginia,
both of them.

All right, first victims
always tell us the most

because the unsub is still
learning, so what did he learn?

Based on this map?

That he should go 100 miles
in a different direction

- to find his next victim.
- All right,

so maybe after Mila and Joel,

he stopped making
the rookie mistake

of hunting in his own backyard.

If he lives in
or around Chesapeake,

that could be where his pool is.

Chesapeake, custom pools,
seven feet. On it.

All right, now can you do more
than one search at a time?

Ooh, science says

asking a dumb question
makes you less cute.

Uh, yes, I can.

All right, um, look,

whatever made this guy
start killing

in this way might have happened
in Chesapeake, too.

So, let's-let's look at, um,
some water-based trauma.

Drowning, treading water.

Check lifeguard incident reports
in the area.

Double quest.
Here we go.

Oh. (laughs)

It's like my heartburn
has just magically gone away.

Yeah, I'm a healer, that's why.

- You are. You are.
- (laughs)

(water lapping)

(unsub coughs)

(wheezing)

(groans softly)

(both gasping)

Oh. What do we do?

What do we do? What do we do?

WOMAN:
Just, um, try...

Just, um... just float.

- What?
- Okay? Like this. Just...

Just float. Just float.

Just float.

- (mechanical whirring)
- What?

- (mumbling)
- Oh, my God. Oh.

- Please. No, please,
please don't do this.
- No.

Pl... Hey.

- (unsub grunting)
- VIVIAN: What... No, no, no, no.

- You don't have to do this.
Please.
- No, please. Please. Oh.

No.

(both gasping, whimpering)

- Mom, what do we do?
- Um... um...

- What do we do?
- Just, uh...

Get under it.

- Come on, just get under it.
- Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay.

(Vivian gasps)

VIVIAN:
What do we do?

You don't have to do this!

(whimpering)

(both panting)

Is there anything you can grab?

Oh. Uh...

No. No.

- The walls?
- No, I tried.

There's nothing to hold on to.

I don't want to die.

Hey, look at me.

- Hey.
- No, I don't... I don't want...

You're not gonna die.

- (gasps)
- You're not.

All right.

Okay?

(slowly exhales)

- (panting)
- Slow it down.

Good. That's it.

(exhales slowly)

Curtis, Kristi and Vivian Estes.

Reported missing by Curtis' mom

when they didn't return home
from a birthday party.

And we're sure

- this is our unsub?
- GREEN: Well,
geographically, it fits.

They were taken
from a beach off Chesapeake.

(sighs)
That's a huge escalation.

Why would he take
a whole family?

We might have an answer to that.

LEWIS:
Meet the Fowler family.

Fifteen years ago,
mother, father and daughter

were found drowned
under their pool tarp.

The only suspect
was their son Franklin.

He was ten at the time.

JJ:
Wait, so you're saying

- he killed his own family?
- Well, the cops

couldn't prove it at the time,
but Dad was a lifeguard

and Franklin couldn't pass
his swimming test.

You don't kill your whole family
over a swimming test.

ALVEZ:
You do if you suffer from asthma

and your dad's a drunk
that makes you take it

- over and over and over.
- JJ: Okay, so,

up till now, the unsub
was disciplined.

- He varied his victimology.
- Till he saw the Estes.

They reminded him
of his own family.

We have an address?

LEWIS:
It's an isolated property
close to the county line,

- in Chesapeake.
- ALVEZ: All right.

Let's get ready to roll.

You too. Come on.

(panting)

Mom, I'm... I'm getting tired.

I don't know
how much longer I can...

I know. I know.

Okay.

Let's, uh...

I'm gonna try to...

Mom... (grunts)
You can't do that forever.

(straining)

(shuddering breath, cries)

- What is it?
- It's nothing.

- Nothing. I'm okay.
- Hey, just look at me.

- Hang onto me.
- (coughs)

I got you. I got you.

(elevator bell dings)

Hey, hey, I found zoning permits
on Franklin Fowler's property.

Last year he installed
a seven-foot pool.

That's definitely our unsub.
Let's go.

Any way I could trade up
to a real gun?

ALL:
No.

I can't. I can't do it anymore.

That's okay.
Just take a break.

Do you want me to...

- I can go down.
I can take a turn.
- No. No.

It'll just
tire us out faster.

I can almost...

If I could just hold...
hold on to something.

Hang on. Hang on a second.

Here, try this.

(coughing)

Come on. Come on.

Oh, it's working.
All right, just hang on to me.

You guys take the house.
We'll go in the back.

Dive!

Shots fired!

(indistinct radio chatter)

(Kristi groans)

(moans)

Franklin Fowler,

drop the weapon!

Don't do it.

Shoot me,
how you gonna save them?

Without this.

Or maybe...

that was the plan all along.

Good luck.

- VIVIAN: Help!
- Just hang on!

VIVIAN:
My mom's been shot.

- We're trying!
- Right there.

- VIVIAN: Help!
- Cut it!

- Just cut it!
- VIVIAN: Help!

Hang on.

We're coming.

Hang on!

Move!

Go!

- (coughing)
- GREEN: I got her.

- You got her?
- GREEN: I got her.

- I got you.
- VIVIAN: My mom...

GREEN:
I got you.

You're okay.

♪ ♪

I can't.

- (whirring)
- EMT: Clear.

(thump)

- (indistinct chatter)
- (siren wailing in distance)

(chuckles) Mommy.

(chuckles)

We got her back.

She's gonna be okay.

EMT:
All right.
Coming through, please.

All right. Hey, nice work.

Thanks, man.
You too.

- (phone chimes)
- Oh.

Who-Whose is that?

- Not me.
- Uh, it's mine.

Oh, wow.

- What is it?
- I got my field assignment.
- Hey.

Anchorage?

No. Mobile, Alabama.

- ALVEZ: All right.
- Huh. That's not bad.

It's not.
I just, uh...

I guess I don't
want to leave the BAU.

Aw. Well...

- It's not forever.
- (sighs) No.

It's just five years, right?

Mm... Mm.

Right?

It's five years
until you make the jump

to supervisory special agent.

And then ten years
until you can join the BAU.

Ten?

Yeah.
It's, uh, it's ten.

(chuckles)
Sorry, champ.

Good knowing you, rookie.

Only a decade.

Ten.

(knocking)

- Come in.
- (door opens)

So...

...no luck on who knew Voit
was in minimum security.

Let me tell you this,
finding his weapon

earned me some good will
with OPR.

That doesn't mean
you didn't do it.

You know, that agent
who's been on my ass

- has made that same point.
- (chuckles) Yes,

it sounds like classic
internal affairs strategy.

Give you just enough rope
to hang yourself.

Yeah, well, I get to show up
for work tomorrow, but I'm

- good with that.
- Good.

Because we need you.

We have a new problem.

Now what?

Our drowning unsub
said something weird

before he killed himself.

That this was "part of the plan"
all along.

Yeah, I read that
in Tyler's report.

Well, when the techs finished
the sweep of his phone,

they found that he took video

of all of the victims
he drowned.

Now, maybe, if we're lucky,

that's what he meant by "plan."

So why do I feel
we're not that lucky?

He uploaded the videos
to a private VPN cloud.

And he used some of the same
technology that Voit used

to build his network.

- All right, here we go.
- Okay, hang on.

Don't start talking to people
who aren't there.

What we have so far
is circumstantial.

It's just that
the encrypted codec he used...

- What the hell is codec?
- Uh...

it's the software

for compressing
and decompressing

large amounts of data.

Terrorists use it.
Uh, WikiLeaks, they use it.

It's-it's widely available.

You buy that?

All I'm saying is there are

a lot of other explanations

and we need to rule them out

before we can assume that
Voit's a part of this somehow.

Yeah, but we both know Voit.

So, do you buy
what you're selling?

No.

(monitor beeping steadily)

Oops, oops, excuse me.

- Do you mind getting that door?
- No.

- Thank you.
- Not at all.

(door closes)

(monitor continues beeping)

(machine whirring)

(alarm blaring)