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Mr. Voit appears to be suffering from

a retrograde amnesia.

Your short term memory is getting stronger.

I don't know, things just pop up when he's around.

Cindy. No, no, no, my wife, my wife's name is Cindy.

I have a family. I want to see them.

That's never gonna happen.

You're never gonna see them again.

Migraine?

I just feel kind of weird.

Will, are you okay?

Oh! Oh, geez.

They're saying that Will suffered an aneurysm.

Will's dead.

He's gone.

Hey. How you doing tonight?

It's hot out here, huh?

Well, the city has us doing wellness checks on folks,

just to make sure they're doing okay.

You got a blue raspberry Slurpee?

N-No.

Then you can fuck right off.

Okay. Look.

Now, it's no Slurpee, but... here.

Place this on the back of your neck.

You will thank me later. Trust me.

And can I check your pulse?

Well, your heart rate is elevated, which...

That could be dehydration, but we won't really know

unless we get you a proper checkup at the hospital.

I look like I can pay for the hospital?

It's no problem. The city's gonna pay for it.

Seriously, this heat is no joke.

They'll pay for it, huh?

I'm gonna get you started on some basic fluids, okay?

- I hate needles. - I get it. Me too.

Just take a deep breath...

Voilà.

All done.

That didn't even hurt.

Well, I'm pretty good at what I do.

This isn't the way to Northwest Hospital.

Oh, we're not going to Northwest Hospital.

Then where are we going?

I... I don't feel great.

Get the fuck off of me.

- What are you doing? - It's okay.

Get off of me! No!

- Stop. - Relax. Relax.

Help!

You're okay. You're okay.

Shh...

Are we good?

We're good.

Good.

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"It hurts to love;

it's like giving yourself to be flayed

and knowing at any moment the other person

may just walk off with your skin."

Susan Sontag.

A second unidentified victim

has been found off a desert hiking trail

in Catalina State Park

and Tucson PD would like our help.

- Same condition as the first victim? - Yeah.

Headless, handless

and, to complete the horrifying trifecta,

skinless.

Primary organs removed from this victim as well?

Yeah, which makes it impossible to identify them.

- Any leads? - Uh, maybe.

The Sinaloa cartel? Uh...

They had their logo stamped... I learned cartels have stamps...

on to the victims' feet.

The Sinaloa cartel wouldn't stamp a logo, they'd brand it.

Removal of the skin and organs

could point to a ritualistic killer.

Yeah, but look at how precise the removal is.

It doesn't rule out ritual,

but it's more likely someone with some medical experience.

We should look into organ harvesting.

Oh, do not worry your gorgeous silver head,

I have looked into it.

And there is a robust

organ market on the dark web.

And, uh, pro tip:

Don't look into the Harvard morgue scandal.

Well, I already have.

And if our unsub's motivations

are anything like Cedric Lodge,

we can take ritual off the table

and focus on profit.

Well, it's hard to profile money.

We also need to consider

that both of our victims are non-white.

If it's harvesting for money,

it's possible they were both victims of opportunity.

But if it's something else...

Then we have to factor race into the profile.

Exactly. Tyler, Luke,

you're gonna come with me to Tucson.

Tara and Dave, I need you to stay back and work with Voit.

We've been successful in getting parts of his memory to wake up

and we need to keep going.

Is Dr. Ochoa on board with us continuing to work with him?

She is, but only if she supervises.

She's adamant that memory recovery is delicate,

unless, you know, you want the guy to go catatonic.

Which we don't, we don't.

Not when his network might be active again.

Wheels up in thir...

JJ?

Hey, guys.

Hey.

Hey.

Uh, what are you doing here, hon?

Yeah, everything all right?

Yeah, no, everything's... fine.

You know, all things considered.

- Oh. - Oh. Hey.

It's so good to see you.

It really is.

- Penelope. - Oh.

Sorry.

God, I-I miss you guys.

It's been a long two weeks.

And I really hate to do this, but I was hoping

we could all catch up later.

I really need to talk to you two.

Yeah.

- What is the, uh... - Just watch.

He's relaxed.

He's comfortable in this space.

He's been in it before.

Yeah, but he's also showing off.

He wants his audience to see what he can do.

We should talk to ViCAP about this.

I did. There's nothing.

You're on bereavement leave. How'd you get this?

My boys have gone back to school.

Um...

My mom takes them and picks them up.

Will's mom makes the lunches and dinner.

I've had a lot of time on my hands.

Tell us you haven't been working.

- No, no. - Good.

Um, it's...

way worse than that.

Okay, so you've been...

Obsessively checking BAU-Gate.

- Oh... - We shut it down, right?

That's why I've been checking it.

To make sure it stayed a 404,

which it did, until yesterday with this.

Okay, so just let me get this straight.

BAU-Gate has not been reactivated.

It was just this link that was posted?

Correct. Just this link.

Nothing else.

So besides us and Voit,

who knows about BAU-Gate?

Anyone Voit talked to.

This could be tied to the new network,

rising from the ashes of the old.

When we last talked BAU-Gate,

you told me you didn't want me to protect you

by hiding it from you. You wanted me to be honest.

You remember that?

Well, right now, I want to protect you

by telling you to go back home

and promising you that we will take care of all of this.

But that's not honest.

So tell me how to help you.

I want to talk to Voit.

Oh. He has amnesia.

Fucking bullshit.

I want him to give me some goddamn answers.

But you know I can't let that happen.

Maybe Tara and Dave

can show him this video, but in his current state,

I...

Okay, look, you and Penelope...

you can work the video angle.

See if there's more to it.

But-but only on one condition.

What?

You prioritize yourself.

If you feel like you need to take time off, take it.

You want to come into my office and scream,

do it.

Deal.

Okay.

I got to get to Tucson.

Oh, G... Yeah, go.

Sorry.

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm fine.

Everything's fine.

Hey.

How is Voit doing, anyway?

Well, I hate to tell you this, but...

better than you.

Just barely.

Why are you showing me this?

Doesn't ring a bell?

No. Why are you showing this to me?

Because it was just posted to a website you created.

Elias, take your time, okay?

Is-is the little girl in this okay?

We don't know.

Is she my daughter?

We're not sure.

- But we don't think so. - Oh...

Ow. Ah.

- Another migraine? - Yeah.

I'm gonna increase your prescription, all right?

No, it's not-it's not hel...

It's the lights and the curt...

I-I can't... I can't-I can't do this,

- okay? I can't do this. - Okay, all right.

We're done here.

Let's go.

Dad?

Sorry.

Dave, um...

Am I a bad person?

Get some sleep.

We'll talk later.

What did you prescribe him?

- Rizatriptan. - That is a tricky drug.

- Why? - Well, overprescribe it

and you can get rebound headaches and after that,

the side effects get really nasty.

So I'm walking a tightrope here.

Yesterday, Elias was journaling

and had a spontaneous nosebleed.

The stress of remembering is a physically taxing act for him.

The challenge is, yes, to not overdose him.

I'm sure his victims are truly upset

- about his bloody nose. - Agent Rossi,

- we have been over... - Okay, we get it. We get it.

We push him, we risk pushing him too far.

Exactly. I understand this is

a criminal investigation, but I still have a job to do.

So you can ask him questions,

but he is going to answer on his timetable.

Not yours.

Both victims

have been successfully identified.

Eve Roy, 31, and Blair Cameron, 30.

Cause of death for both:

Loss of blood.

Most likely from being skinned alive.

Says here that the skinning was pre-mortem

and the organ harvesting was post.

Tox screens came back clean for drugs and alcohol

except for... What's this...

succinylcholine?

Yeah, it's a-a paralytic.

Often administered by first responders.

- Uh, police, fire, EMT. - I think it's safe to say

we can take the cartel off the table.

These women were down on their luck

but they weren't deep into drugs or crime.

Right. Also no history of mental illness.

But somehow they were targeted by a first responder.

Probably not just one.

They work in teams, right?

Mostly, yeah.

And uniform is always a great ruse.

How did the surgery go?

Very well.

And you...

did wonderfully.

With a little luck,

this graft will take.

When can I go home?

Well...

we all have a lot of hope.

Baby?

You have been so strong.

I am so proud of you.

Dad.

Yes, honey?

Please let me go home.

I know Mom's gone, but I miss my friends.

- We've talked about this. - I know, but...

Sweetheart.

Do you know how lucky you are?

Do you know what I've had to do

for you?

I had to pull

every string I had

to get you into this room.

Because without it, you could get an infection

and die.

And I can't have that.

It's just so lonely here.

Honey.

Look at me.

Once the graft takes, we can let you leave.

But not until then.

And if it doesn't take?

Am I always gonna look like a monster?

Don't say that.

Ariel, you're beautiful.

That's a stretch.

You're saying that 'cause you have to.

Honey.

You look like your mother to me.

Tell you what, I'm...

gonna do my rounds.

You keep resting. I'll...

Back soon, okay?

How's she doing?

The fuck do you think?

Fucking liver's trash.

I ran the GGT test, it-it came back shit.

How's her skin?

Jesus. That's all you care about.

You know, next time, how about I pick the roadkill, huh?

Maybe get more than half the market rate.

You'll get what you want.

I'll get what I want.

When you asked me to join you on your little mission,

you made it sound like it would be easy.

As far as I can tell,

I'm doing all the work.

My rig,

my contacts.

My hands.

Unless you think you can do it.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why what?

W-Why

me?

The grafting process

has a better shot at survival

if it's taken from a living specimen.

P-Please.

Kill me.

Thank you

for your donation.

The victim's name is Lizzie Blent.

Thirtysomething local who was also living on the streets.

Third body in less than two weeks.

If they're doing this for money, they're moving fast.

I'm thinking there might be more to this than money.

Profit-driven unsubs get paid and get out.

These unsubs keep targeting unhoused women

in the same area.

High-risk victimology, vulnerable.

Hang on. Lizzie's skin was removed

but her organs weren't?

Yeah, her liver was severely stressed,

Oh. That would make her less valuable.

Organ harvesting requires healthy organs.

Yeah. But they still took the skin.

So what kind of organ traffickers are these guys?

I'm thinking race might play a part in this.

But not in the way we're expecting.

Especially now that we have to consider

that the victims are of different descent.

I spoke to the M.E. and she found metal shavings

on this victim's body that weren't on the previous two.

Well, if they were disappointed by the victim,

they might not have been as diligent covering their tracks.

Could be trace evidence from where

the organs were harvested.

Do we know what kind of metal shavings?

They're at the crime lab now. We'll know more in a few hours.

Okay, stay on it. If it gives us geography,

it gives us the unsubs.

Nurse!

Can someone help me, please?

Oh...

Elias? Eli...

Oh, my God.

Wh... Hey, what-what... what's going on?

- What's wrong with me? - Elias, Elias, you're okay.

- The surgeon is here. - Surgeon? What do I need

- a surgeon for? - Everything's gonna

be fine. Just relax.

W-Wait!

Ow. Ah... Ow.

Ow.

Hey. Everything okay?

No. I had another nightmare.

I have another migraine.

- Elias, I can't prescribe you any more. - No, no, no.

I don't want any of that. I just-I just

need Agent Rossi and Lewis, please.

- You sure? - Yes, please. Thank you.

Okay.

No.

No.

No.

No. Oh, go back.

No.

Oh. Hello, rhomboids.

- Oh. Um, let's switch. - Oh.

I'm tech savvy enough to push the right arrow key.

You sure are.

- Thank you. - Oh, thank you.

O... kay.

Okay.

So, um, real talk.

- How are you? - I'm fine.

It's fine. Everything's fine.

Okay. Okay.

Are the boys fine?

It's too soon to know.

But it's... it's amazing how resilient kids are.

But Michael has been asking me

to sleep in his bed with him, so...

Oh, that makes so much sense.

Honestly, I... I don't mind it.

But the other day,

Henry...

asked me how any of this is fair.

I didn't have an answer for him.

Honey...

How do you have an answer to that?

Dad's gone, Elias Voit is still here.

How is that fair?

I ask myself that same question

- every day. - Mm-hmm.

Wait, that-that's it. Yeah?

That's it.

The Yase Otoko mask from Japanese Noh theater.

It represents

a suffering ghost who abides in hell.

Kind of on the nose.

Oh.

- Okay. Let me do my thing. - Yeah.

Now we know what it looks like.

I can find out if he bought it

or made it himself or what have you.

- You're the best. - I know.

No, I mean...

friend.

You're the best friend.

I knew what you meant.

I don't...

I don't want to do this anymore.

I don't want to live like this.

My head is...

won't stop pounding.

It's like there's something trying to get out.

Is that why the, uh, snip-snip?

I just wanted to start over.

Didn't help, obviously.

Nothing helps.

Nothing.

Well, this isn't what you want to hear,

but that dream...

it's actually a good sign.

How is me getting my head drilled open a good sign?

Your subconscious is trying to break through

to help you to remember who you are.

There anything you can do to speed it up?

Actually...

So, there's a form of dream analysis

that involves a Rorschach test that we'd like to use on Voit.

Come on. You know my work.

You're really gonna sit here and pitch me inkblots?

The utility of that test is dubious at best.

- It's unproven when it comes to dreams. - Julia.

We're trying here, okay?

We're running out of ways to get inside Voit's subconscious.

And there is a network of killers locked inside of it.

If I do this...

am I gonna like what I find?

Because I've noticed that, for some reason,

you won't just tell me.

If we tell you everything at once,

it could overwhelm you.

You have to remember on your own terms.

If I allow this,

my house, my rules.

I have two conditions.

One, I'm observing.

Oh, of course. Absolutely. From outside.

Your presence could affect the outcome.

You know that. What's two?

Tell me how you're gonna pitch this to Elias.

This may give us some insight as to who this masked man is

and/or what he represents to you.

Will you stay with me while I do it?

The entire time.

Okay.

We're gonna start by having you tell me the first thing

that comes to mind when I flash these images at you.

Okay?

Just say whatever comes to mind?

That's right.

Don't edit at all. Just say the very first thing.

All right.

What do you see?

Uh, butterfly.

Okay, let's try another.

It's-it's the face from the video.

All right.

Try to keep that face

at the very front of your mind.

Mm-hmm.

What did you-what did you do to me?

Wait, slow down, w-what did you see?

Him.

He was-he was drilling into my head.

Were-were you trying to kill me?

No. D-Dave didn't try to hurt you.

- He is here to help... - No, no,

st-stop, st-stop. Sorry, I-I just.. I-I...

I don't-I don't feel safe around him.

I don't feel safe around you.

I am not the bad guy, Elias.

Okay, I just need you to get away from me now.

Okay. That's enough.

It's okay. We were just leaving.

FBI! Get on the ground!

Put your hands up! Let me see your hands.

You wouldn't happen to be Dr. Ivan Escota, would you?

You know that metal shavings from this factory

were found on the bodies of several murder victims?

You didn't think about what might stick to the bodies

you were trying to sell for parts, did you?

Well, I didn't kill anybody.

- And I know my rights. - Mm.

Knows his rights.

Must be a doctor and a lawyer.

No, no. I'm just a businessman.

And I know that selling body parts

is only a gross misdemeanor in Arizona.

Except you stamped a scorpion on the victims,

making it a conspiracy.

Yeah, you know,

and fucking with the cartels... it's...

- it's a dangerous game. - Why don't you tell us

who gave you the bodies and maybe... maybe...

I'll make a deal with you.

I only got his first name.

He was a paramedic.

He was, uh, out for a quick buck.

And we're looking for a partnership.

I told you. I only dealt with one.

What's his name?

Oh. Hi.

I mean, hello.

Can you look into an Arizona-based paramedic

with any negative history named Brad?

"Please"?

What?

"Can I look into an Arizona-based paramedic

with a negative history named Brad, please?"

When you put that at the end,

it's like rocket fuel to my synapses.

Pretty please.

Mm, with some flair. Okay, just Brad...

- no last name? - That's all he's giving us.

Okay, let's see if I can get you some more.

Oh, my goodness. I just started this search

and I have so much tea to spill.

- What? - Okay, so there's a guy

named Michael Falco.

He let go of his birth name in 2020

when he filed for bankruptcy

and then he changed his name to Brad

shortly after becoming a paramedic.

That's got to be him. What else can you tell me?

I can tell you he's 35,

I can tell you he was recently fired

from a private paramedic company

for stealing supplies off the van.

It was speculated he was selling them

on the street but he was never caught,

so there were no charges pressed.

Where is he now?

Uh, no known address.

He was evicted from his last place for not paying his rent.

Maybe he lives in his paramedic's van,

because when he was working

at that private ambulance company,

he owned the van outright, it says.

Thanks. Can you send over his files and, uh, put out a BOLO?

Please?

Oh, the kindness makes me move with such alacrity.

I'm so on it. Bye.

Dad.

It's hurting really bad today.

What's the matter?

Honey...

I'm sorry.

It didn't take.

No. No, it didn't.

So, what do we do?

Do we give up?

No. No.

No, the, uh, the other doctors...

they want to try again.

What doctors?

Dr. Ravi, Dr. Deller,

- Dr. Kelly. - I want to talk to them.

Honey, no. Honey, no.

Dad, I can't keep doing this.

Please, let me go home.

I miss my bed.

I miss seeing the stars at night.

I miss Mom.

I know.

I-I miss Mom, too.

Honey, just...

Ariel, just one more surgery.

Ariel, please, one more surgery.

One more surgery, we'll get it right.

Do you promise?

Yes.

Yes, I promise.

Malcolm! You in here?

Uh, was that one of the doctors?

Uh, no, that's, uh,

that's a nurse that's looking for me, honey.

You stay here, you rest, okay?

- What were you doing in there? - Yo, yo, yo, I'm sorry...

I told you to never fucking go in there.

Hey, hey, hey, all right? This is time-sensitive.

My guy Ivan... he just got busted

and he gave the feds my name.

They just went to my old apartment

looking for me and shit, so we-we got to lay low.

No.

No, no. Not now.

We...

- we don't have a choice, man. - I said no.

I am so close.

Oh, man.

When are you gonna wake up?

After what you did?

She is never getting better.

You got to move on.

One more and I know that I can save her.

I know.

Whatever you're getting for the body, I-I'll double it.

I'll double it.

Shit, man, this... it's...

- This is too hot. I don't... - Triple.

Agreed? Triple.

Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah, shit.

Why not?

- Yeah. - One more?

Yeah. One more.

How can I be sure?

I mean, how can I be sure

you're not the man behind the mask?

Because I know who I am and I know who you are.

Not exactly an even playing field, is it?

A while back, somebody said to me

that what I was imagining was a totem

for something that my subconscious

was trying to repress.

I think your subconscious is doing the same thing.

Who told you that... Dr. Lewis?

No.

You did.

You helped me quite a bit.

And I'd very much

like to return the favor.

What do you think?

I think you made progress the last time.

Progress I didn't expect.

But I'm worried what might happen

if you do it again.

What if you administer it?

Okay, so, we're gonna start free-associating

from the last thing you remember.

And that was?

His face.

All right.

Focus on his face.

And you let me know when you're comfortable.

Okay. I'm ready.

What do you see?

A flower.

What about this one?

Bunny rabbits?

How about this?

We didn't agree to this.

Keep looking, Elias.

Stay in it.

Recall the sound of the drill.

It's been the most consistent element throughout.

I, um, I'm...

standing somewhere.

- Uh, standing where? - I don't-I don't know, I don't know,

but, God, there's this smell, it's-it's sour.

It's like... Oh, it's like death.

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, just take it easy.

Take a deep breath, okay?

Okay.

Now, when you're ready, tell us what else.

Oliver Young.

Who's Oliver Young?

It's the man on the table.

- In your dream? - No, no, no,

it's not a dream, it's real.

It's August 8, 2018,

I'm drilling into his head and I like it.

Why-why... why would I like that?

That's why I've been in handcuffs this whole time.

That's why there's guards outside the door.

Am I a killer?

- Elias, hang on, we should talk about this. - No, no, no, I...

No, I really don't think we should.

Looks like one of our partners turned against the other one.

Sure does. And he altered the crime scene.

- Not very well, either. - Hey, guys.

Got word from local authorities on a potential other partner.

I had them run a search for doctors with any sort of history

that worked in tandem with Falco.

- And? - His name is Dr. Malcolm Ramsey.

He was an ER doctor at St. Mary's.

He left six months ago.

- How come? - His wife was killed

in a car accident he caused.

He got out unscathed but the car caught on fire

and his daughter, Ariel,

suffered third degree burns all over her body.

All of our victims are women of color.

Is Dr. Ramsay African American?

- He is. - That's why

the victims are women of color.

He's trying to heal his daughter from his mistake.

To complicate matters, Ariel has

an autoimmune disorder,

making it hard for her to heal.

Hence multiple victims and why he's going to these lengths.

Does Malcolm have a criminal record?

No. But he's got a very full HR file.

Difficult to work with, bullying,

unable to receive criticism.

Textbook narcissist.

Okay, cover his home and work.

With the partnership broken, this guy's got

nothing left to lose except his daughter.

Got it.

Dad?

Dr. Ramsey?

Hello?

Who's there?

Please, no!

No, no!

Let me go!

Dad?

Ariel?

Oh my God, Dad. What are you doing?

Help me, please!

Please!

Tyler, what else did you find out about Malcolm?

He's a zero when it comes to current GPS,

but here's the irony. Brad Falco's

old name, Michael... that guy had a lease

on an abandoned hospital outside of Drexel Heights.

It's the kind of space that your average

fired paramedic can't afford.

Yeah, but a doctor might.

He might.

I'll notify SWAT and local PD now.

No, Dad! Please stop.

You weren't supposed to get out.

What the fuck?

How did you get out? You weren't

supposed to see any of this.

No, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no. Look, look, look, look.

Look. Do you see this?

This is how it happens, do you understand?

This is how you get sick.

Look at her.

Look at her!

Why... why are you hurting her?

I... Come.

Come over here.

Here, you see this?

Her skin.

It's like your mother's.

The graft will take this time.

I know it. I know it.

Oh, God.

This is what you've been putting on me?

Honey...

this is how I heal you.

We're out of time.

If I'm gonna do this, I have to do it now.

No, don't!

FBI! Hands up!

Malcolm Ramsey, drop the weapon.

I will do no such thing.

I can help Ariel if you'll let me.

- It's not gonna happen, Malcolm. - You have no idea

of what I've been through.

What my-what my daughter has been through!

We do, Malcolm.

We know your wife died in an accident

and you've been trying to help Ariel.

Put the weapon down and we can

get you both the proper help.

I'm the one who helps.

I'm a doctor. I ma-I make

people better. I-I can-I can...

I can make my daughter better. Look, if you'll

let me do this, I'll-I'll-I'll...

I'm sorry.

I couldn't let you, Dad.

Medical now.

- Luke. - Copy that.

Got her.

I got you. Come on, come on. Come on.

I had to.

What's your name?

Tyler.

Um, Tyler,

I have an autoimmune...

It's okay. The ambulance is coming.

Hey. Hey. He...

Not soon enough.

Um...

can you do me a favor, Tyler?

It's so beautiful.

I never asked for this.

I know.

Do you think I'm a monster?

No.

No, you killed the monster.

You're safe now.

At ease, soldier.

It seems like you've been taking some L's lately, huh?

Yes, I have.

It sucks, doesn't it?

Yeah, it does.

Let me ask you something.

What would you have done differently tonight?

I don't know.

That's what's driving me crazy.

Would you have shot an 18-year-old girl

to stop her from killing her psychopathic father?

There were no good options.

No.

And that's what I'm going to put

in my after-action report.

I've been where you are.

Wondering if I'd earned my spot

on this team.

Can I tell you a secret?

Hotshots with ten years of experience

want to sit where you're sitting

because they think this job

is about staring down evil.

But it's not.

Then what is it about?

It's about loss.

Loss isn't a part of the job.

Loss is the job.

Every time we take a case,

someone has lost the most important person in their life.

So, Tyler...

think about who you are.

And think about

what you've already lost.

And ask yourself...

can you live with it?

Because if you can...

then you have earned your spot here.

I can.

I know.

Wait, stop. Can you pause?

Zoom in.

What is he doing?

Why the middle fingers?

It doesn't make sense.

Well, I feel like we've gone over this.

He's mocking us, he's mocking Voit.

It's a double meaning like the mask itself.

I mean, you profiled him as being a dum-dum,

who is using obvious symbolism

to convince himself and his audience

that he's a smartie.

Why? Why do the fingers touch?

It's like he's connecting...

and I connected like-minded people on a network.

I am not Sicarius.

You made a deal admitting you were.

No, I made a deal

admitting that I connected

like-minded people on a network.

- It's Voit. - What?

It's fucking Voit behind that mask.

- It's Voit. I-I know it. - How do you know that?

Behavior. He can't hide that.

And he sure as hell can't resist repeating.

Okay, okay. Let's think this through.

That can't be Voit. This was uploaded two days ago.

So he prerecorded it and he had someone release it.

I got-I got to go to the hospital.

Okay. Okay, okay. Go, go, go.

Hey. Where's Rossi?

He left. What's going on?

The video of the masked man... it's Voit.

What? That doesn't make any sense.

Yeah, I need to talk to him right now.

Oh, I can't let you do that. Elias has been through enough.

Voit.

Wake up.

Agent Jareau, this is highly inappropriate.

Wh-Why is his pulse so low? What's he taken?

Just rizatriptan, but I kept him on a small dose.

Clear for naloxone.

Dr. Ochoa, the only way he could overdose

is if he's been hoarding it. And if he's been hoarding it,

you're gonna need way more than naloxone.

No, no, h-he can't die.

Shit. Code blue.

- Code blue! - Voit.

Come on. Wake up.

Hey. Hey.

Do... do you remember me?

Do you

remember me?

You don't get to die.

No.

And this... this...

is why you're still alive.

Yeah.

I got you.

You're stuck with me, you piece of shit.

Yeah.

Okay, JJ, let's get out of the way.

- Let's let 'em work. - Here we go.

Come on.

It's gonna be okay, Elias.

What are they doing?

Administering a gastric lavage of activated charcoal.

It'll gonna clear the medication from his stomach.

Will it hurt?

It's not gonna feel good.

Hey. Seriously.

Are you okay?

I'm f...

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