All language subtitles for Criminal_Minds_S18E02[_5387]_Legendas01.ENG

(screaming)

Previously on
Criminal Minds: Evolution...

PRENTISS:
Any update?

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

He could wake up tomorrow
or never again.

GREEN:
I've given HR my résumé.

- I got my field assignment.
- (chuckling): Hey.

Mobile, Alabama.

PRENTISS:
Our drowning unsub,
he uploaded the videos

of all of the victims he drowned
to a private VPN cloud,

and he used
some of the same technology

that Voit used
to build his network.

There are a lot
of other explanations

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

JJ:
You ever gonna tell me
what Voit whispered to you?

It was a website on the dark net
involving the team.

BAU-Gate?

It's not pictures
of other agents.

It's pictures of you.

They made you the focal point
of their porn.

Whatever city
Sicarius finds himself,

Second Street is
his preferred hunting ground.

Where he hunts
is rooted in something

that's deeply personal to him.

- (alarm wailing)
- (gasping)

("To Believe" by
The Cinematic Orchestra playing)

♪ And when it all aligns ♪

♪ Up ♪

♪ Silent,
what you're reading from ♪

♪ And when our worlds collide ♪

♪ Eyes remember every light ♪

♪ Tell the world ♪

♪ That saw you head for hell ♪

♪ I can be something ♪

♪ You believe in ♪

♪ You're here ♪

♪ Makin' a shadow ♪

♪ Stay in the middle ground ♪

♪ You found, you found ♪

♪ You found. ♪

(laughter)

- That...
- Oh.

- That was something.
- Ooh.

- Eh?
- Yeah. Yes, it was.

You are something.

You shouldn't let this rush
of endorphins fool you.

I mean, chances are,
in six months

this whole honeymoon thing
is gonna wane.

Okay.

Well, they say romance
is dead. Okay. (laughs)

Okay, um, I mean, it sounded
funnier in my head, I agree.

Oh, great. You know what?
No need to explain.

I-I know all your tricks.

(scoffs) I do not have "tricks."

Denial is not
just a river in Egypt.

Oh, my God, I cannot believe
you just said that.

That-- That was special.

Okay, okay, all right.
Never mind.

I-- The big picture that
you need to appreciate here

is that in the months since
we moved into this place...

Mm-hmm.

...I've become a bit
of a profiler, myself.

- Oh.
- A-At least...

- when it comes
to one Tara Lewis.
- Mm-hmm.

I cannot wait to hear.

I have studied

all of your passive-aggressive
sleights of hand

employed to protect yourself
against getting too close.

Uh...

I, um, I think we're
pretty close right now.

- All right, physically, but--
- Ah.

Nah, uh, that's the easy part.

Being open, being vulnerable
with one another...

...that's where your instincts
are still defaulting to, uh,

"You can't fire me
because I quit."

(sharp exhale)

Tell me-- Tell me I'm wrong.

You're wrong.

- You're wrong.
- Ah.

I'm not going anywhere.

(phone buzzes)

- (phone chimes)
- Except to check my phone.
- Yeah.

- Yep. Yep. Fair.
- Just right now. Yep.

Mm-hmm. Yep. Yeah, absolutely.

Mm.

(sighs)

Oh, son of a bitch.
Did you get this?

Fuck...

(sighs) Honestly, I don't know
what I was thinking.

Well, you've been kind of trying

to save the world
and whatnot, so...

Will and I thought we had
all this time to prepare

for Michael's birthday, but
it is coming up, this weekend.

Will's on a case, and...
(chuckles)

...I am realizing
that I am... (pops lips)

...totally ill-equipped.

Yeah, yeah, hi, remember me?

I'm your friend
and I really like helping.

Yeah, but it's not like
you're not busy, too.

Well, I know that,
but, you know,

when it comes to things like,
I don't know,

making a basketball-shaped
birthday cake-- (gasps)

or an Imperial Dreadnaught-
shaped birthday cake--

I am nothing if not
the supreme mistress

of all things multitask.

(JJ moans)

Mistress Penelope Grace,

the LaMontagne-Jareau family
thanks you for your service.

Well, I will take that.

Now what's the situation
with the party planning?

- How can I participate and--
- (chimes)

- Oh, it's gonna be cute--
- (phone chimes)

Oh, hang on.

Our duty calls.

Are you fucking kidding?

(knocking at door)

Hey. I just got off the phone

with the field office
in Albuquerque.

Albuquerque?

Vincent Orlov
practiced out there

before he became Voit's lawyer.

And Albuquerque
just found a connection

between Orlov and one
of Elias Voit's attackers.

Some guy named Francis Howard.

Turns out,
Orlov once represented

Howard's uncle, Gino,
in a narcotics case.

And so, yesterday, when they
knocked on Gino's door...

He confessed that Orlov
reached out with a cash offer

for his family
if his nephew whacked Voit.

Not exactly
a huge surprise, right?

I mean, why wouldn't Orlov

want to pay to be free
of Voit's debt?

Yeah, but this is huge.

This gets us
an arrest warrant for Orlov.

And a search warrant for his
computers and communications,

which should help you
track down what's left

of Voit's serial killer network.

Uh, "help me"? We're a team.

(phone buzzes)

What's wrong?

(sets down phone)

MAN (over P.A. system):
Dr. Scott, please report
to OR One.

Dr. Scott to OR One, please.

Can you believe this shit?

♪ ♪

OCHOA:
Mr. Voit's
regaining consciousness

in this sudden manner
is as surprising

to the hospital staff here
as I imagine it must be to you.

And Nurse Luna can attest
to the fact

that his physical strength
is only impaired

by his lack of exercise.

However, my own preliminary
examination confirms that,

while he is cognizant
of his surroundings,

Mr. Voit appears to be suffering
from a retrograde amnesia.

I'm sorry, Dr. Ochoa,
are you saying

that Voit doesn't
remember anything?

Not even his own name.

Um, are you sure about that?

OCHOA:
Well, more tests will have
to be conducted, of course.

Particularly because his
verbal communication is limited.

He's unable to speak beyond
a handful of monosyllables.

(sighs) Dr. Ochoa, are you
aware of his background?

Dr. Lewis, whatever
his criminal record is,

it is completely irrelevant
to his recovery.

Will he recover?

Fortunately, he's already
on that road.

Okay, but will he remember?

Well, that's a little
harder to say for sure,

but what I believe
I can say is that,

for better, for worse,

Mr. Voit may never be
the same man ever again.

I see you. Good job.

(panting)

You want to go around again?

Mm. Yeah.

Yeah, uh...

M-Me.

All right, go for it.

Back among the living, I see.

Dad?

♪ ♪

ROSSI:
"Every man takes the limits
of his own field of vision

for the limits of the world."

Arthur Schopenhauer.

That's complete bullshit.
He's lying.

ALVEZ: Yeah, if people buy
into this Rain Man bit,

Voit could be
declared incompetent.

And they'll just let him
walk right out the door.

They're not gonna-- They
can't do... Can they do that?

Yes, they can.

Under the First Step Act,

it's possible
Voit could be granted

a "compassionate release."

(sighs) Now, look. Guys, I-I get

the skepticism, okay?
But Voit did not just fake

being in a medically-induced
coma for months.

And Dr. Julia Ochoa

is one of the country's
leading neuropsychiatrists,

all right? Her expertise
cannot be dismissed here.

Uh, with all due respect
to the good doctor,

Voit is a one of a kind
psychopath.

So, if anybody on this planet
could fake amnesia,

it's that piece of shit.

Vincent Orlov is on the run.

- ROSSI: What the hell happened?
- GREEN: An hour ago,

agents and marshals raided
his apartment and office.

Both were pretty much
cleaned out.

It may still be possible
to catch up with him.

He left behind a hard drive.

Oh, it's so cute

when folks think that
a deleted computer history

- is meaningless.
- Penelope, I want you and Tyler

to follow up on that hard drive.

Emily, sorry, but I leave
for my field assignment

- in Mobile in like...
- Uh...

about that, kid--
change of plans.

PRENTISS:
With Voit back in play,

and your intimate knowledge
of the Sicarius case

being invaluable,

the director approved my request
that your first field assignment

be right here with us.

ALVEZ:
Nice. That must mean you get

- an actual service weapon now.
- LEWIS: Aw.

- Big boy bullets.
- ALVEZ: Look at you.

- (chuckles) Thank you.
- You're welcome. (laughs)

JJ, Dave, I want you to talk
to anyone Orlov was close to.

It's possible he had friends,

but start by trying
to track down the ex-wife.

Tara, Luke,
I'm gonna roll the dice here

and have Rebecca petition for us
to be allowed to conduct

a competency evaluation.

That means you will run
whatever tests you need on Voit

to see if he is actually
suffering from brain damage

or giving us all

an Oscar-worthy performance.

What's your name?

No.

LEWIS (over speaker):
This should help.

You... you're welcome.

What's your name?

(sighs)

(typing on tablet)

LEWIS:
"I do not know."

Where do you live?

(typing on tablet)

"I cannot remember."

Where were you born?

(sighs)

(typing on tablet)

Okay.

All right.

I want you to draw a clockface.

Okay?

Start by putting the numbers
where they belong.

Okay, now, put the hands
at ten past 11.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Hi.

(door closes)

Tell me if anything I show you
holds any meaning for you.

Okay?

No.

"Should I know him?"

Do you recognize this man?

I, uh...

My father.

He's...

...here yesterday.

What do you remember about him?

I remember...

(stammers)

...Second Street.

F...

I mean, look,
if it is all just an act,

- I got to tell you, it's...
- ALVEZ: What do you mean, "if"?

(stammers)

Props to the fucking guy, okay?

I mean, it's...
it's pretty damn convincing.

- It's-it's more
than convincing, Luke.
- Oh, come on.

He tosses out "Second Street"
as if to tease us

about conveniently
forgetting everything

except-- wait for it--

- the location
of his hunting ground.
- OCHOA: I'm sorry,

if I might interject,

the cognitive surveys
we ran here,

while not without
their limitations,

have proven to be helpful
in differentiating truth

from fiction with patients
suffering from

dissociative identity disorder.

Doctor, you have never
treated anyone

like this man, ever.

I appreciate,
based on your experience,

how you may
perceive him as having

extraordinary gifts,
but based on my experience,

I can see a human being

suffering from
a traumatic brain injury.

Have you ever heard of a man
named Harold Shipman?

- Oh, Luke.
- OCHOA: No, it's all right.

I-I am unfamiliar
with that name.

Harold Shipman is also known
as Dr. Death,

and he's believed
to have murdered

over 200 of his own patients.

He worked alongside
some very smart people,

and none of them knew

who or what the man really was.

Come on. Do you really think
that Voit is that good?

That I can sit across from him,

looking him directly in the eye,

and be fooled by his lies?

That's what really scares me.

- Hey, hey, hard drive.
- (typing on keyboard)

You recognize
this coding sequence, yeah?

I do. It's on
Orlov's hard drive?

You betcha.

It's basically
the same code I used

to connect with Voit's network.

GARCIA:
Dare I say,
this is the digital key

to the bleakest
of internet doors.

And from what I can gather
with my gandering,

it looks like,
in the last 24 hours,

our Little Orly
has been piggybacking

off of Voit's old lines

of encrypted communication.

It looks as though
Orlov has been

sending and receiving messages
from somebody

that appear to be
routing through

a page on the farthest strand
of this dark web.

And here it is. And...

(computer chimes)

Okay.

I bet every pair
of glasses I own,

this is not gonna be
a cute cat video.

- You know, I can
do this, if you...
- No, Tyler.

This is not about me.

This is about saving...

her.

(whip cracking)

- ♪ I want you ♪
- ♪ I want you ♪

- ♪ I need you ♪
- ♪ I need you ♪

♪ There ain't no way ♪

♪ I'm ever gonna love you ♪

♪ Now don't be sad ♪

PLAYTHING:
♪ Don't be sad ♪

BOTH:
♪ 'Cause two out of three
ain't bad... ♪

- (crying)
- ♪ Don't ♪

BOTH:
♪ Be sad... ♪

PLAY THING:
(crying) Oh, God.

- ♪ 'Cause two out of three
ain't bad... ♪
- Okay.

Uh, okay, okay, okay. Let's...

do this. Get this
sweetheart back.

Uh, I have definitely seen
those data markers before.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure you have,

because we know who made these.

GREEN:
When we first suspected Orlov

was helping Voit
talk to Gold Star,

Rebecca and I uncovered
a series of encrypted messages

that were being passed
through Orlov's IP

and posted to Voit's network.

They were from an unsub
calling himself

"The Zookeeper."

Yes. So, this guy's
first message

to Voit, he says,

"Put anyone in a cage,
and they become an animal."

And his last message he posted,

with these terrible videos,
reads,

- "Taming the Beast."
- ROSSI: But Orlov

can't be this Zookeeper.

No. He doesn't fit the profile.

Absolutely.
So, I'm thinking Orlov

met Zookeeper through
his legal practice, and then

he decided to use
Zookeeper's persona

to get Voit's attention online.

It worked.

And now, maybe Zookeeper's

helping Orlov to disappear.

Do we know who this woman is?

I IDed her through
facial recognition.

This is Sabrina Traver.

She's 27 years old,
she's been missing

for a year
from Fairfax Village, D.C.

GREEN:
There were also indications

she was a sex worker,
who solicited online.

And from Zookeeper's
network posts,

he likes to kidnap sex workers
and "tame" them into submission.

GARCIA:
Yeah, additionally,
in his posts, he says

that once, uh, they are
"obedient," he gets "bored"

and becomes
"a boy who breaks his toys."

- It's so gross.
- Jesus.

Do you have any idea how many
victims we're talking about?

GREEN:
Uh, he took instruction
from Voit well,

so there's no way to nail down
Zookeeper's true victim count.

Do we know
if Sabrina's still alive?

GARCIA:
(sighs) Uh, I-I really want
to say yes,

because the metadata in these
videos is within the last week,

but there's no way
to know for sure.

Okay, we need
to make interviewing

Sabrina Traver's friends
and family our top priority.

Penelope, Tyler, keep your eyes
on that link and see

if you can track down where
the videos are coming from.

♪ ♪

- (exhales)
- You all right there?

Yeah.

Yeah. Just...

wish I weren't such a klutz.

Right this way.

(laughs softly)

(glass clinking)

(hollow pop)

So, what are we celebrating?

Um, my first time.
(chuckles)

You know, with someone like you.

(chuckles)

You mean, a professional.

(chuckles)

- Yes.
- (laughs)

I'm sorry. Is this weird?

No, no, it's fine.
I love champagne.

I bet it tastes
almost as sweet as you.

(laughs softly)

- You are gorgeous.
- (chuckles)

Thank you.

I'm sorry about the mix-up
with the money...

Uh-- don't worry about it, baby.

Relax.

You've got me all night.

Yeah.

Would you excuse me?

(laughs softly)

(footsteps approaching)

(Tia clears throat)

Is it time?

You-you can finish your drink.

(laughs)

You remember my safe word?

"Red."

♪

(exhales)

(gasps)

Uh, r-r...

(gasping)

Re...

Re...

(strains)

- (gasping)
- (thuds)

- (gasping)
- (shushing)

It's gonna be all right, Tia.

I'm not gonna kill you.

- I need to tame you first.
- (gasps)

What about this one?

Mo-Motorcycle.

Good.

And this one?

VOIT:
Uh...

Skateboard.

- Excellent.
- (laughs softly)

(Voit exhales)

M-- uh... Mi...

- Mi... (grumbles)
- Take your time.

(inhales sharply)

Microwave.

- Very good.
- (laughs softly)

Great job.

LEWIS:
Look, based on the results

of the Galveston Test,

Voit isn't lying.

Now, obviously,

to eliminate any doubt
around here,

we need to see
inside the guy's head,

so Dr. Ochoa is suggesting
that we run

a PCL-R empathy test
at the same time

that we conduct a positron
emission topography Scan.

Well, I got to tell you,
I am gonna need

a shitload of science
on this one for me

- to believe Voit.
- I'm with you.

- LEWIS: Yeah, I know.
So I'm gonna...
- GARCIA: Emily.

I think I identified
more victims of The Zookeeper.

Melissa Zyn and Kora Post.
I say "possible victims"

because there's no actual proof
that they're no longer with us.

But they have eerily
similar biographies

to that of Sabrina Traver,

and they've both been missing
for about five years.

So, we're talking roughly
the start of the pandemic.

Since around the time
Voit put together his network.

(sighs)
They were arrested for sex work?

GREEN:
Uh, no, Melissa was charged
with a DUI,

Kora for assault.

But again, there was evidence
of online solicitation.

And, you know,
what really gets my blood up

is that the local authorities
are like, "Oh, sex workers,

"and domestic abuse and drugs,

"so, couldn't possibly be
that they are actually missing,

they must have gone and went
and changed their lives,"

so they didn't follow up
on the missing persons reports

PRENTISS:
Yeah.

If only someone had taken
more time to care about them.

Dave and JJ are talking
to Sabrina Traver's sister.

Hopefully, she can give us
something to go on.

Sabrina's the baby
of the family,

and she definitely wanted to
carve out her own path in life.

The problem was,
she never had any money, and...

she absolutely refused
to go back to school.

We found her
social media accounts.

Don't you mean her
"content subscription" accounts?

She loved the attention.

And the ability to make money.

From all those adoring men
on the Internet.

Did Sabrina arrange
to meet the men in person?

It wasn't her idea.

She met this guy.

His name's Owen. Owen Moss.

He was the one who encouraged
her to take all these pictures.

Bikinis.

Lingerie.

And then naked.

Owen wanted her to meet men.

That fucker pimped her out.

And when she went missing,
nobody could find him.

Yet nobody considered him
a suspect.

- No.
- Until now.

Elsie, we're gonna find Owen.

We promise you that.

We will find your sister, too.

And bring her home.

Thank you.

Drew, ease up.

You're overreacting.

DREW (over phone):
I'm not. I was standing
in the goddamn room.

I was right there
when they presented the budget.

They need our division.

They do, but they don't
need it to be so big.

That's why they were talking
about future consolidations,

which means
fucking layoffs, dude.

I don't know, man.

We're, like, the backbone
of the company.

Are we?

I mean,
that's what they tell you.

But when push comes to shove,
they're gonna totally fuck you.

♪ ♪

Clyde?

Still there?

Yeah.

It's frustrating.

You just can't control
anything in this life.

Yeah.

Look, can I call you back later?

Sure. I appreciate you.

(high-pitched ringing)

("Hellbringer" by Coffins
playing)

- (grunting)
- ♪ Surrounded ♪

♪ By the fear ♪

♪ Squashed ♪

♪ Sanity ♪

♪ Chorus ♪

♪ Of screams ♪

♪ Bestial... ♪

(gasps, panting)

No, wait, wait. Please.

Please, w-wait.

You have to let me go.

(exhales)

(moaning)

(panting)

You don't have to do this,
you know.

Come on, just...
just call the police.

Okay?

God...

I'm begging you.

(soft clatter)

(crying)

(sniffles)

(swallows, exhales)

(gasps)

(panting)

♪ ♪

(whimpers)

(liquid pouring)

Hey, hey!

What's your name?

I am my master's plaything.

Wh-- What?

(footfalls echo)

(whimpering)

Hello there.

(whimpering)

(slurping)

(exhales)

(whimpers)

Jealous?

(moaning, sobbing)

I want to show you something

very special.

TIA:
Hey.

Hey!

Hey! Look at me!

He is not your master.

Okay? Just...

You have a blade in your hand.

You can do this.

Just...
just kill the motherfucker!

Slash his fucking throat now!

Please!

Fuck! Fuck!

(shouts)

Thank you.

How do I look?

(blade rings)

No! No. (gasps)

(Sabrina chokes)

(whimpering)

Playtime is over.

♪ ♪

You're not gonna get away
with this. (sniffles)

Why is that?

Because my friends and family,

they're out looking for me.

Right now.

And the police?

They're going to find
this fucking hellhole.

No.

They won't.

Because nobody's
looking for you.

My mom--

(laughs):
Your mom?

You mean your mom
who just got out of rehab?

Or you mean your mom
who charged you rent

when you had
to move back in with her?

Or maybe you're thinking
about your bestie, Kaitlyn.

The one who fucked
your last boyfriend?

And your dad's dead.

So, I mean, should I go on?

How--

How could you possibly know
those things?

Because I'm fucking smart, Tia.

Why me?

Because I can't help
getting myself a hard-on

for girls who alienate the ones
they claim to love

by indulging in their vanity

and desire to be famous
on "the Gram."

You were an easy target

because your whole world
is an illusion.

No, you're wrong.

Am I?

Anyway,

even if I miscalculated how much
someone cares about you...

Check this out.

TIA'S VOICE:
Hey!

I so wanted us
to get together this weekend,

but the thing is-- crazy thing--

I met this really cute guy.

And he wants to take me to Miami

- for, like, the next two weeks.
- What?

So I'll call you when I'm back.

Love you.

What the fuck?

It sounds just like you, right?

But wait, there's more.

I call him "Serge."

You like?

TIA:
That's...

...that's... that's impossible.

Hello? AI?

It's not that hard.

Still, I'll admit
I had a little help.

But to recap...

nobody's riding to the rescue.

It's just you and me, kid.

I'd rather die

than be turned
into your fucking plaything.

We'll just have
to see about that,

now, won't we?

ROSSI:
If Zookeeper has a new victim,

that means...

Yeah.

That, um...

like the first two
possible victims--

Kora Post and Melissa Zyn--

no bodies have been discovered

yet.

Why did I make that promise?

- Have you run
facial recognition?
- I have.

Uh, her name is Tia Ryder.

And no one has
reported her missing.

Why not?

- Because of this.
- TIA'S VOICE: Hey!

I so wanted us to get together
this weekend,

but the thing is-- crazy thing--

I met this really cute guy,
and he wants to take me

to Miami for, like,
the next two weeks.

So I'll call you when I'm back.
Love you.

GREEN:
This voice message was sent
to Tia's best friend last night.

And the photos were posted
to her social media

yesterday and today.

(scoffs)

Deepfakes.

GREEN:
Just like "BAU-Gate."

And I checked the social media
of Sabrina

and Melissa and Kora

and they all have the exact
same kinds of forgeries.

ROSSI:
Son of a bitch.

Voit taught him all this shit.

VOIT:
Hi, it's, uh...

...g-good to s... see you.

What...

what's wrong?

Zookeeper.

I... I don't understand.

Zoo...

keeper.

I-I don't, I don't...
(stammers)

Who...?

- (grunts)
- Zookeeper!

- Dad, don't hit me!
Don't hit me!
- ALVEZ: Dave!

- Dave! Dave!
- VOIT: Help!
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey, hey!

REBECCA: Given
these special circumstances,

I anticipate that as soon
as Voit is assigned new counsel,

you guys are gonna be barred

from any further
competency evaluations.

Is there any way around it?

REBECCA:
Uh, funny you should ask.

Voit's doctor received
a handwritten note

from him to give to Rossi
that says, "Dad,

sorry I made you mad."

(scoffs)

So, uh, Voit might just decide

to ignore
the advice of his counsel.

Dr. Ochoa is impressed
with Voit's progress so far.

And I can't help
but notice the improvement

the guy makes
after spending time with Rossi.

I think
it's due to the emotional

reassurance he gets from
spending time with his "father."

Do we think we might be able
to take advantage of this?

No.

Dave has made it
crystal clear to me

that he will never role-play
as Voit's dad

just so we can tease out
some of his memories.

Where are we with Orlov?

Were you able to pull anything
else from that hard drive?

Oh, oh, no, no,
that drive is a cold stone now.

Besides the video posts
to Voit's old network,

we haven't intercepted
any other types of communication

between The Zookeeper
and anybody else.

All right, as it stands,

without anything more
from Orlov or Voit, we do still

have enough to begin building
a profile of Zookeeper.

JJ:
We do.

In fact, I'd say our unsub bears

several similarities
to the Gilgo Beach Killer,

- Rex Heuermann.
- GREEN: He's male,

Caucasian, probably somewhere
between 30 and 50.

We know he's organized, methodical.

Suggests a higher education.

Well, these women are
comfortable around him,

so he's got to be well-spoken.

Probably holds down
a decent-paying job.

ALVEZ:
But like BTK, Dennis Rader,

he feels a lack
of control and power.

GREEN: Isn't that why he uses
the fantasy imagery

from, uh, video games?

It inspires him to assert
dominance and strength.

Mm-hmm, in contrast
to the real world,

where he's probably...

stuck in middle management.

Abused by his superiors.

PRENTISS: Mm-hmm.
The cosplay, the role-playing

with his victims, all of it,
it's reinforcing

a fundamental,
clearly fantastical desire

to be
"master of the universe."

For him to do what he's doing,

he-he needs privacy, security,

which means he has to have
his own home.

Uh, it's probably somewhere
near where he's hunting in D.C.

GARCIA:
(gasps) Oh! Yes.

U.S. Marshals have a lead

on Sabrina Traver's ex,
Owen Moss.

Okay, I'll get Rossi. We got it.

Before we get banned,

- you need to run
those neurological tests.
- Yeah.

On it.

OCHOA:
Does that feel okay?

LEWIS:
Are you comfortable?

VOIT:
Yes.

Good.

I'm gonna ask you
a series of questions,

and I need you
to answer honestly

with one of five responses:

Never, rarely,

sometimes,

often or always.

Does that make sense to you?

It-it does.

Good.

Let's begin.

"I tend to manipulate others
for personal gain."

Never.

"I rarely consider
the feelings of others."

Never.

"I need help maintaining
my long-term relationships."

(Voit exhales)

I-I...

I don't, I don't know.

That's-that's fine.

Um, how about:

"I don't feel guilty
after doing things

other people consider wrong"?

♪

Never.

OCHOA:
I like this.

The activity here

in the anterior
insular cortex is very good.

- No.
- Yes.

It means,
despite the scar tissue,

Mr. Voit might not have
permanent brain trauma.

No, that's impossible. I...

Impossible?
What-what are you talking about?

You don't understand, okay?
It-it...

That part of his brain
shouldn't be firing

- at all.
- Agent Alvez,

that part of his brain
is responsible

- for the empathy--
- Expressions of empathy

- in a normal person.
- Yes.

That is correct.

Voit is a psychopath.

Not anymore.

(door opens)

- ROSSI: Owen.
- (door closes)

- You are a hard man to find.
- JJ: Hmm.

Not a good look when
your girlfriend goes missing.

And is now presumed to be dead.

She's dead?

Well. You're not gonna pin
that shit on me, so...

Hmm. How about
human trafficking?

ROSSI:
Something tells us

that Sabrina is not
the first girl

that you pushed
into prostitution.

No way. That was all
her hustle, man.

Like, what?
You think I want to see

my girlfriend getting fucked
by other guys?

I loved Sabrina.

Hey, you little prick.

We don't have time
to fuck around here.

We know that you forced Sabrina
to play a dangerous game

that put her life at risk.

You didn't love her.
You used her.

I did love her.

ROSSI:
Then start telling us the truth!

JJ:
One of the men
whom you solicited online

took Sabrina's life.

- Well, that's not my fault--
- Owen.

All right, I mean, yes, yes,

I got her into the game.

But then-- and I swear,
this is the God's honest truth--

Sabrina told me
to totally fuck off.

She wanted to start
booking clients without me.

Soliciting them online
through her social media?

No. Like in real life.

You kept tabs on her,
didn't you?

The man we're looking for
is Caucasian.

Middle-aged. Educated.

Good job.
Middle management type.

Maybe shows off a bit too much

to compensate
for his insecurity.

And has a thing
for comic book shit.

- (scoffs)
- ROSSI: That funny to you?

No. You guys are,
like, describing the guy

she said that she met
at a Christmas party last year.

Where?

Hansen Mutual Insurance.

They got an office
out in Georgetown.

She give you a name?

She mentioned, uh,
Clyde... something.

I don't know.
She called him "Captain Cuck."

(phone ringing)

Yo, Drew Doc. What up?

DREW:
Dude. The FBI was just here.

What?

The F-B-fucking-I.

And they were asking
about that hooker.

You know,
that-that chick Sabrina

from last year's
Christmas party?

Yeah?

What about her?

Well, they s--
They said she's dead.

- Fuck.
- And they want to talk to you.

Wh-Why?

Why do you think?

Dude. Talk to me.

What's going on?

What did you tell them?

Nothing, but they had a warrant.
So they got your address

and they're heading
over there right now.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

How?!

(exhales)

(panting)

♪ ♪

I'm so sorry.

We could've had
so much fun together.

TIA:
No!

(sirens wailing)

JJ:
Tyler, our suspect is
Clyde Smets.

- 1860 Fynndale Place.
- GREEN (over radio): Got it.

- I'm already en route.
- ROSSI: You're gonna
get there before us.

So remember,

this Zookeeper is one
of Voit's acolytes.

Which means, if cornered,

he'd rather take his own life
than be taken alive.

And we have to take him alive.

Copy that.

(grunts) No! No!

Let go! Let go of me!

(screams)

(groans)

Ow!

(indistinct chatter)

Ready?

FBI!

(officers shouting nearby)

(choking)

(fierce groaning)

FBI!

Tia!

Tia Ryder!

You have to let him go.

- (grunts)
- (groans)

Fuck you!

GREEN:
Tia.

Get behind me.

(Clyde coughing)

Clyde Smets. Show me your hands.

(laughs)

Clyde. Put it down.

Doesn't have to end this way.

Playtime is over.

Clyde, no!

Damn it! Don't you fuck with me.
I need medical!

Don't-- Don't... (exhales)

- Stay with me. Hey.
- (gasps softly)

(panting)

(knock at door)

So Garcia's gonna finish
going through

Clyde Smets' computer records
this morning,

- but, uh, already--
- Uh, don't tell me.

She can already confirm that
Smets used the exact same codec

as Franklin Fowler.

Which is the same as Voit's.
Coincidence?

We wish.

Hmm. What are you thinking?

Well, that Fowler and Smets

were sending "offerings"
to Voit.

(exhales)
He didn't ask for them.

Because he's been
otherwise indisposed.

But how do we know
that that's not part of a plan

that Voit put into motion
before he was even arrested?

So, you think he didn't actually
shut down the network.

Not at all.

I think he paused it.

And now, maybe there's
some secret order,

and his followers are
reactivating.

Ugh. And we have no idea
how many or where to begin.

So when the rest of the team
gets in today,

we need to discuss.

In the meantime,
I have the unenviable task

of delivering
the death notifications

to the families
of Smets' victims.

Emily...

Yeah?

I need to be the one to tell

Sabrina Traver's sister, Elsie.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

(line ringing)

(phone ringing)

(inhales sharply, exhales)

Hey, Penelope. What's up?

Hi. Um,

I, uh...

I heard about what happened
with Smets.

Do you want to talk about it?

You know, S... Smets isn't
the first person

I've seen die in front of me,
but, I, uh...

(laughs softly)

Truth is, I am kicking myself

because we needed
to take him alive.

I mean, come on.
You did everything you could.

It was first assignment,
and I...

let the team down.

No, you didn't.

Feels that way.

Yeah, okay,

but feelings are not facts.

Tyler, listen to me,

and keep your earholes
really open when I say this.

You are exactly
where you belong.

(laughs softly)

Thanks.

You're welcome.
Now I'll see you at work.

Where we both work
'cause we belong there. Bye.

(call clicks off)

Oh, Mom, I have practice today
after school,

- so pickup's later.
- Yup. I remember.

Bye.

Dude, is that your mom?

Henry!

What?

May I see?

- Sure.
- Mom, what are you doing?

It's nothing.

AIDEN:
It's not nothing.

It's badass.

Thanks.

(quietly):
What'd you think it was?

Huh?

Your friend just called me
a badass.

Oh, my God. Never mind.

- Let's go.
- What? What do you mean,
never mind?

He said it. (laughs)

♪ I'm a badass! ♪

(laughs)

Bye, boys.

Love you.

(car engine starts)

(exhales)

Okay.

(door closes)

You get the boys off already?

Yes, sir.
Oh, don't forget.

Henry has practice after school,
so pickup's later.

All right.

Migraine?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, let's get some caffeine
in ya, then.

I just feel kind of weird.

Will, are... you okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I just n...

I just need a minute.

Oh! Geez.

Come on. Will?

- (panting)
- (beeping)

Uh, yeah,
my husband just collapsed.

Will? Will, come on.

Will, wake up!

(footsteps approaching)

Penny for your thoughts.

Oh, my God.

I wish it was romantic, but...

Mm. Voit?

Yeah.

I just keep wondering
whether it's wise

to try to recover his memories.

I mean, it risks
reawakening the psychopath.

Why not just
let sleeping monsters lie?

Well, uh,
if it's any consolation,

I'd imagine that,
with a brain injury like his,

he's not going to end up
remembering much of anything.

No.

He will.

You seem pretty sure.

I mean, I think
the only challenge is gonna be

persuading Rossi to help.

He's gonna have to commit to
playing the role of Voit's dad.

- Ooh.
- (phones buzz, chime)

Oh, my God. (sighs)

(door opens)

- (footsteps approach)
- (door closes)

How did it go with Elsie?

Well, she showed me a grace
I don't...

believe I deserved.

Don't beat yourself up.

I know. It's... it's just...

What?

I made that promise to Elsie

because I was distracted.

Even though I don't see Voit
in my head anymore,

he's left a scar.

It's given me a blind spot.

Well, I-I don't see how...

So, if-if Voit did
leave behind a plan

for his followers to rise up,

then we need
to get it out of him.

You realize what you're saying?

Unfortunately, I do.

I'm saying that I have to start
playing "Father Knows Best"

with that jagoff.

- (Prentiss's phone chimes)
- (Rossi's phone chimes)

(gasps)

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Radiology, call...

Radiology, call...

Where's JJ?

- With the doctors.
- Is there an update?

They're saying
that Will suffered an aneurysm.

- Well, how is that possible?
- GARCIA: He was dealing with

some sort
of thyroid thing, right?

- He'd had that taken care of.
- GREEN: That's what

- JJ told the doctors.
- REBECCA: But they told her

they found signs
of a spontaneous rupture

of the inferior thyroid artery.

LEWIS:
Which, they say,

- is rare, but...
- (door opens)

(door closes)

He's gone.

Will's dead.

(breathing shakily)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪