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Previously on
Criminal Minds: Evolution...

Smets used the exact same codec

as Franklin Fowler.

Which is the same as Voit's.

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

I think he paused it.

And now, maybe there's
some secret order,

and his followers
are reactivating.

Will, are you okay?

Will suffered an aneurysm.

Will's dead.

He's gone.

- How'd you get this?
- BAU-Gate.

- I've been checking it.
- 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.

Why are you showing me this?

Because it was just posted

to a website you created.

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

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

There's a form of Rorschach test
that we'd like to use on Voit.

How about this?

Am I a killer?

I made a deal

admitting that I connected
like-minded people

-on a network.
-It's Voit.

So he prerecorded it
and he had someone release it.

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

If he's ODing,
he's been hoarding it.

- He can't die.
- Shit.

-Code blue. Code blue!
-Damn it.

You don't get to die.

This is why you're still alive.

Are you okay?

I'm f...

- Captain Dolce?
- Yeah?

I'm SSA Jareau,
this is SA Green.

House is dark,
so we haven't seen

any movement, but first
responder heard noises.

Somebody in there.

Based on the previous pattern,

this unsub will likely
kill himself

before being taken into custody.

-What do you mean, "pattern"?
-We've had multiple killers.

In separate cities.
It's part of a network.

Price for joining
is you kill yourself

before you can be arrested.

So, what, it's like
a suicide cult?

-Kind of.
-Kind of?

-What do I tell my men?
-That we need to take
this one alive.

So, Captain,
SA Green will secure

the perimeter entry points
with your officers.

You and I will make a tactical
breach through the garage.

This needs to be quick
and quiet. We clear?

Crystal.

Let's go.

- We're going in.
Roger that.
We'll hold.

We have a victim.

Family room.

Female.

Teenager. Deceased.

Copy.

Living room. Female.

Shit.

Whoa, whoa, freeze!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Hold your fire.
-Drop your weapon.

No, no. Okay, listen.

We don't want to hurt you.

Okay? But y-you got
to drop the knife.

W-We, we can help you.

We want to help you.

Yeah. It's okay.

Okay.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You trying
to get yourself killed?

Shoot me.

What happened after that?

Sorry?

What happened after you took
this woman into custody?

I should leave.

We just started.

This was a mistake.

Hold on.

Jennifer, why is this a mistake?

Because it doesn't
make any sense.

Doing this, with you.

Trying to make sense of what...

Jesus, I don't even know you
and you sure as hell

-don't know me, so...
-I assumed that was on purpose.

Why?

Some people find it easier
to be honest with a stranger

than a friend.

I think you're one
of those people.

You witnessed

a whole family get murdered

by a woman who then asked you
to put her out of her misery.

And all this happened
less than a month

after you lost your husband.

That's back-to-back-to-back
trauma.

Anyone would need
to talk about that.

Except that's not what happened.

-No?
-No.

I can help you.

I want to help you.

"When we are no longer able
to change a situation,

we are challenged
to change ourselves."

Viktor Frankl.

You know what just hit me?

Why you asked me
to talk this over.

You're a mother, right?

Yeah.

I'm not.

Someday, maybe.

But my friends who are mothers,

their lives are a game
of how much they can do

in as few moves as possible,

so just game this out
with me, okay?

All right.

You could go
to mandated counseling.

Overwhelm some poor,
confused counselor

with this very
complicated story, or...

you could do it here,

where the interested parties
are already up to speed.

But you're not doing this

because it's convenient,
are you?

No.

Then you tell me.

Why are we doing this?

Instead of you talking
to your people?

Is it the fact
that you stepped in front

of a law enforcement officer's
loaded weapon to save a killer?

Okay.

How about this?

Can we start from the beginning?

Because you skipped over some
important parts of the story.

Like what?

Like how you saved Elias's life.

I'd say, considering the history
between the two of you,

that must have been
disorienting.

"Disorienting" is
too small a word.

Fair enough.

What I want to know
is how you get from there

to unmasking a killer
in Cleveland.

It started two days ago,
when I learned that I was wrong.

About everything.

Hey.

Hi.

Hey, Jennifer.

Tara, what's going on?

Um, that video you found,

the one with the man in the mask
stalking the family..

You mean Voit in the mask.

No, it couldn't have been Voit.

W-What--
what are you talking about?

ViCAP got a hit.

A match to the house
in the video.

Where?

Cleveland.

So he's a family annihilator?

Not the whole family.

He left the daughter
Marilyn alive.

And he left her with this.

He actually,

put it on her as he was
walking out the door.

Marilyn didn't get a good look
at the unsub's face.

But she did tell investigators

that after he had subdued
the entire family,

he told them he wanted
to play a game.

They had to choose
one family member to sacrifice,

and then he would leave.

When they couldn't,

he chose for them.
And he didn't leave.

When he was finished,
he told Marilyn

that he had kept her alive
so she that could deliver

a message to the FBI.

What was the message?

"Tell them I am the Brutal Man."

A-And as we saw from the video,

Cleveland P.D.
found trace evidence

in places you wouldn't expect,
like-like the basement,

bathrooms, closets.

Stuff like gum
and candy wrappers.

Okay, guys. We're not--

we're not talking about
the obvious here.

If I was wrong about Voit,

then, a week ago, this unsub
posted his video on BAU-Gate.

I'm sorry. BAU-what?

BAU-Gate. It's a website

that Elias started.
It had pictures on it.

Pictures of what?

Look, all you need to know
is that the FBI shut it down.

Then it went active again
with this video from...

Jesus,
I hate even saying his name.

...the Brutal Man.

At first,
we couldn't figure out,

was he posting on
BAU-Gate for us

or was it meant for Elias?

But then, at the Langham house,

he left a survivor.

And we had our answer.

He wanted you to know
he was out there.

Garcia, reach out to Cleveland
P.D.'s media relations.

I do not want that moniker,
"Brutal Man," to get out there.

I already have.

You know, just because
we know this isn't Voit,

it doesn't mean
that he's not involved.

True. Some of these guys
on Voit's network

gave themselves nicknames.

-I had to when I was on it.
-So, the Brutal Man

could be somebody Voit knows.

- We need to ask him.
- I will.

No.

Dave, you'll talk to him.

The rest of us are
going to Cleveland.

JJ, come with me.

Emily told me why
I wasn't going to Cleveland.

She said it was too soon,

that I was
too close to the case.

And how did that make you feel?

Maybe that's why
you want to talk to me,

because of how your team
has been treating you?

No.

It's okay if it is.

I understand.

I... I think your team
would understand.

My God, no, that's not it.

Emily and I are friends.

We worked it out.

And when
we landed in Cleveland...

Wait.
How did you two work it out?

It's not important.

It might be.

It really isn't.

So, by the time
we landed in Cleveland,

the unsub had struck again.

Stop.

I know that
you traveled to Cleveland.

What you're
not telling me is how.

We have a jet.

How do you go back
to flying commercial after this?

I still think
that Prentiss uses this

-for personal travel.
-Hey.

That's illegal.

I would never.

Yeah, but wouldn't "B"
go out of the window

if you knew
you could get away with "A?"

What are you doing?

Coming with you.

Can you guys give us a second?

Okay, make your case.

Why are you coming?

Because I have to.

I need more than that.

Emily, you told me
to prioritize myself,

and that's what I'm doing.
I am prioritizing myself,

and I need...

I need to get back
to work, okay?

I-I...

I need it.

Hey, all available SSAs
and new agents on board.

Wheels up.

You were saying, by the time
you landed in Cleveland,

this "Brutal Man,"

he struck again.

-Yeah.
-So,

that woman
who was wearing the mask,

if she wasn't the killer...

She was the one he let live.

Her name was Amy D'Anna.

In less than three hours,

the unsub made her a widow
and a bereaved mother.

He told her
if she wore that mask,

when the police arrived,
they would kill her quickly.

That's just...

Brutal?

I'm guessing
she didn't tell you much.

She must've been in shock
from what she'd been through.

No.

That was the worst part.

She couldn't stop talking.

She described
exactly what happened to her.

She said she'd locked up
the house for the night,

and her family was
about to watch a movie.

Amy said he came out of nowhere.

It was as if he'd been
inside the house the whole time.

Unfortunately for Amy...

...that was only the beginning.

He tied them to chairs,
placed them in a circle

to face each other.

Now, the game begins.

Game?

Please,

- let us go.
- I'm gonna make this

easy for you. Choose the one

who dies, and then,

I'll spare the rest. And leave.

-Take me.
-No.

-Let-let them go.
-No, Bryan, no.

- No, Dad, no! Please!
- No!

Hey, let them go. Let them go.

-Please let him go.
-Take me!

No!

Get the fuck in here.

No!

No!

No, no! Girls, look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me! Do not
look over there. Look at me.

Who's next?

Why are you doing this?

I begged him to kill me, too.

But he refused.

He just,
he cut off the zip ties...

...he gave me the mask,
and then he...

...walked out
through the garage.

I don't know
how to live without them.

They were my whole life.

We have counseling services--

No. What's the point?

There's no counseling for this.

Is there someone we can call,

someone who can stay with you?

What...

what are they going to do?

They wouldn't understand.

Nobody could.

You won't be alone.

Can you get Amy's phone, please?

Yeah.

What's that?

It's, um, my boys' initials.

Was a gift from my husband.

Is that a crucifix?

Yeah.

Surprised.

Why?

Most doctors I know
are atheists.

I don't know about that.

I went to Georgetown.
It's a Jesuit school.

I liked the way
those priests challenged me.

Also, they like to drink.

There's more to it than that.

Can't keep a good profiler down.

Deflection with humor.

What do you believe in?

Not a lot right now.

Do you think Will is in heaven?

Why would you ask me that?

To see if you would
answer the question.

I'm learning more by

what you won't talk about
than what you will,

which helps me understand

the dynamic
your whole team has going.

- What dynamic?
- Come on.

The Behavioral Analysis Unit

is the most
emotionally constipated

group of experts
I have ever worked with.

-Okay...
-Let's start with Agent Rossi.

What's wrong with Dave?

Well, after what he did with
his little Rorschach test,

I couldn't trust him
to be alone with Elias.

Wait,

didn't he tell you what happened
when he came back to visit?

Thank you. Whoa, whoa.

Pockets, too, please.

Why?

Agent Rossi, did it
ever occur to you that,

if you hadn't pulled
that last stunt,

we wouldn't have to have
my patient on suicide watch?

Is this okay?

Is there any gum-related history

you and Elias share
that I should know about?

Anything that might upset him
and make his condition worse?

I don't think so.

No, I swear.

We're good.

David Rossi.

Author of the profiling books

Obsession
and Understanding Evil.

I read those books.

No, actually,
I memorized those books.

So I could learn from them,
so I could be better.

Well, if you
could remember that,

what else do you remember?

I remember the smell
of your cologne

as I was smashing your face
into the door of my house.

What?

And I remember smelling it
when I was using you

as a shield
when somebody, who...

...baiting you, just shoot him!

...who I don't remember,

was pointing a gun at us.

-Agent Rossi?
-Long story.

And then I remember smelling it
mixed with your sweat

as I locked you

in a shipping container...

...and left you there to die.

And what about the Brutal Man?

Does that name ring any bells?

You're not carrying your gun.

I insisted.

Is that because you've...
thought about killing me?

Because you know who I was?

Yeah. But that was
a different me.

When I couldn't accept that you
are a different you.

What if I'm not?

Elias, we've run
numerous tests on you.

Parts of your brain
are talking to each other

that didn't talk before.

There's only been one place

where we've seen
this kind of transformation:

in the brains of soldiers

who have taken high doses
of psilocybin to treat PTSD.

So, from a neuropsychology
perspective...

you're a miracle.

Can you come here?
I need to ask you a favor.

I need you to go
and get your gun

and put it on this table
over here.

No.

I'm not asking you
to pull the trigger, okay?

I'll do that by myself.

I'm not gonna do that.

I'm a fucking monster, David!
Don't you understand?

-Elias... stop.
-I'm a monster!

-Let go of him.
-Just get the fuck out of here!

Please go. Both of you, now.

Just get the fuck out!

In the wake
of his suicide attempt,

it appears that his memories
have seemed to be triggered

by the physical presence
of a person.

So, when he saw Agent Rossi...

He remembered the kidnapping

and locking Rossi
in the shipping container,

but he didn't remember
Tyler's name.

- Sorry, Special Agent Green.
- Correct.

Because he hasn't been in
the same room with Agent Green.

But if you think about how far
Elias still has to go,

it's going to be
extremely challenging.

Because the more he learns,
the worse he feels.

The worse he feels,

the less he wants to talk
to someone who can help.

Sound familiar?

For a psychiatrist,
you're not subtle.

Subtlety never got me very far.

And you're right.

Elias and I are caught
on the same loop.

But, you know,
that's why I'm here.

For your help.

So, after we interviewed
Amy D'Anna,

we walked
the crime scene, but...

I could tell.

Tell what?

My head wasn't in the game.

Has anything come back
on these tread marks?

According to the crime lab's
report, these same tread marks

were found
in the flower beds outside.

But no signs of forced entry.

Our unsub came in here

and waited for the family
to settle in for the night.

The first victims,
the Langhams, thought,

maybe they left
the back door unlocked.

So, probably how
he got in there, but here...

Yeah, but here
Amy D'Anna insisted

that she'd locked
all of the doors.

JJ?

-Something's not right.
-What?

Amy said the unsub cut her loose
and gave her the mask,

and then he left
through the garage.

Right. What are you thinking?

Well, why not go out the back,

avoid the risk of being seen?

Why go through the garage?

Maybe there's
something meaningful

about this space to him?

Well, the Langham house
didn't have a garage.

So it's not the garage
that's meaningful to him,

it's what's inside of it.

Right here.

He took something off the car.

A souvenir.

I think I know
what's triggering him.

We need to talk to Amy again.

Tara, hey.

Absolutely. Give me a second.

Amy, I'm sorry,

this may not seem important,
but bear with us.

Did you have a bumper sticker
or a decal

on the back of your minivan?

Yes.

Okay. What was it?

One of those stick figure
family stickers.

You know, four figures showing

me, Bryan, Taylor and Megan.

Did you get that?

Head wasn't in the game?

Sounds like you were doing okay.

We haven't gotten
to the bad part yet, have we?

The bad part was when
we delivered the profile.

The unsub we're looking for
is a white male

between the ages of 25 and 35.

The psychological game
he plays with his victims,

in addition to calling himself
by the moniker the Brutal Man,

suggests a sadistic psychopath
with a grandiosity

bordering on a God complex.

His desire to not only disrupt
but to destroy these families

speaks to the unsub's
own background

being filled
with domestic violence

or a violence
that somehow denied him

a family bond at an early age.

What seems to trigger this unsub

is viewing what would otherwise
be a rather innocuous

visual representation
of the family unit.

And specifically a common stick
figure family decal like these.

To him, it's like a taunt.

Because of the torture
and nature of the violence,

it's likely he's unmarried
and has no children.

As for having
his victims "choose..."

whom first, that is obviously

a false choice.

He knows...

Again, it is unlikely

that this unsub
has ever been married

or has had children.

In all my time as a profiler,

I... I've never done that.

I've had victims
die in front of me.

I've buried children.

But I have never
abandoned my team. Never.

JJ, you did not
abandon your team.

You were having
a very human moment.

In my job,
I-I don't get that luxury.

'Cause you know
what was happening

while I was having
my little "moment"?

The unsub was taking
another family.

Jessica, Trevor,
come and set the table.

Your dad's going
to be home soon.

Hustle, hustle. Come on.

-Mine.
-I'm sitting here tonight.

-You sat there last night.
-It doesn't matter.
I got here first.

Mom, tell him
he can't sit here again.

Okay, I'm sitting here tonight.
See? Problem solved.

-Let's go.
-Thanks a lot.

Now you ruined it
for the both of us. Great.

Nina? Kids?

I'm so sorry I'm late.

I hope you guys
didn't wait for me.

What's with the chairs?

Where are you guys?

The Nicolettis.

Mom, dad, teen daughter,
adolescent son.

He tied them to chairs,

placed them in a circle
to face one another.

Innocent family like the others.

I know this family got
under your skin.

But you deal
with this a lot, right?

More than any person should.

Let's talk about coping skills.

Me? I pray.

Has it ever made a difference?

That's not why I pray.

Then why do it?

I don't ask God
to change outcomes.

I ask Him for help
accepting them.

Even when whatever follows is
a hailstorm of shit?

Especially then.

Okay.

You get on your knees?

Sometimes.

What does God look like to you?

Like this sky king sitting
on a throne of clouds

with this halo of light
crowning the top of his head.

Really?

No.

-Um, I didn't mean to sound...
-It's okay.

I just-- I'm sorry, I couldn't
help myself.

But seriously, I...

I like to imagine God
looking wise.

Like my dad.

I lost him when I was 15.

I'm sorry.

It's still so unreal.

We were all at dinner.

One second, he was with us,

and the next, he was gone.

Cerebrovascular accident.

A stroke.

Is that why you became a doctor?

Yes, it is.

I wanted to understand
why it happened to him.

But you know, with...

all my education and experience,
I still don't have an answer.

My father had
no preexisting conditions,

no medical history.

It just happened.

But doesn't that make you crazy?

Sometimes.

But then I remember
he's in a better place.

I don't have that kind of faith.

I can see that.

But perhaps you perceive
the divine

more like
the "Good Orderly Direction."

I don't know about that.

Mainly I just get by
with a little help

from my friends.

You were right.
I came back too soon.

There was never gonna be
a right time.

It was always gonna be too soon.

There's a part of me
that doesn't know

how to make sense of life
outside of this job.

We get this dopamine rush

from saving lives, from putting
handcuffs on the bad guys

because we're smarter
than they are.

And because we're smarter,
we can stop them.

And if we can stop them,
then it'll solve...

everything.

But it doesn't.

It can't.

You remember Andrew Mendoza?

Your old boyfriend? Of course.

The one you were gonna
follow to Denver.

Yeah, him.

Know why we broke up?

No, surprisingly.

He kept pushing for a threesome.

Shut up.

No, for real.

Like you and another guy?

No.

He was not secure enough
in his sexuality for that.

Nope, it had to be me
with another woman.

With who?

No. Please don't say me.

I mean... we never got that far.

But he kept pushing for it

until finally I was like,

"Andrew, if I wanted to
disappoint two people at once,

I would go to dinner
with my parents."

What?

Why...
why are you telling me this?

Because...
when he and I were over,

I knew I could come back.

I knew this job
would make me feel better.

Because...

I didn't have the real thing.

I never have.

You did.

You had the fairy tale.

The perfect husband.

And the feelings
that you're feeling right now,

Will is the one who would
help you through them.

But now?

No matter
how many lives we save,

nothing you find in this job
is gonna make this better.

And I am afraid that the grief
will overwhelm you.

Tara said it would be
like a wave.

But it really isn't.

It's more like an unsub.

When you're not expecting it,
it comes through the back.

My God.

What?

The, the unsub.

Yeah, the-the door
through the garage was locked

when we made entry.

But Amy said that's how
he walked out of the house.

Okay, so he locked the door
behind him when he left.

There's only one way
he could've locked that door.

Exactly.

Now, the figurative key being

that all of the D'Anna family
house keys were accounted for,

as well as those
of the Langham family.

What about a housekeeper

-or a handyman, a neighbor?
-Yeah, even relatives.

There could be
a few spares out there.

It's weird how hot I get

when I am miles ahead of you,
which I am right now.

Okay, all keys
are accounted for.

However,

I'm learning a thing
in real time.

Is this a coincidence?

I think not. Okay.

Both the D'Anna family
and the Langhams

hired a locksmith

to rekey their houses.

That locksmith

in question is Ronald Graber,
and his business is

- in downtown Cleveland.
- Can you identify

if Graber had any clients
after the D'Anna family?

Yes, yes.

The Nicolettis hired him
to change their locks.

I'm sending you
all relevant addresses now.

Thank you, Penelope.

Captain Dolce and I

will take Graber's business.

Luke, Tara, you take his house.

Tyler, JJ,
head to the Nicolettis.

Good, good.

You're awake.

I see you're all
a little tied up right now,

so I'm gonna make this
easy for you.

We're gonna play a little game.

The rules are simple.

You get to choose

which one of you
I'm going to kill.

Fuck you!

Fuck me?

All right, well...

Fuck you!

No, no, no, no! It's me.

- What?
- It's me, okay? Take me.

-No!
-Dad, no!

Daddy, please, no, no.

Boring!

God.

As much fun,

Pops, as it would be to kill you

in front of your family,

been there, done that.

I want to see Daddy's face
when someone else dies.

Our suspect's name is
Ronald Graber.

Based on our profile,
he'll likely kill himself

before being taken into custody.

So it is imperative that we take
him alive, you understand?

- Copy that.
- Let's do it.

- We got this.
- Let's move.

Take anything you want.

We have a safe.

I don't want your fucking money.

No, don't you,
don't you hurt my babies!

- Then choose.
- No! Why?

Choose, goddamn it!

Ronald Graber, FBI!

- Drop the weapon!
- No, no, no.

Ronald. Hey, hey, hey.

Just wait.

I-I know you were told

it would be better
if you ended your life

instead of facing
the consequences

of your actions, but...

you don't have to follow
those rules anymore.

Okay?

You don't know me.

I know somebody hurt you.

Took away
what was precious to you.

And you felt lost.

Alone.

Is that what you think?

I think this whole persona
you've created

is about evening the score.

You destroy a family

because someone or something
destroyed yours.

Is that supposed to work?

Somehow you, "you get me,"

and I get all weak in the knees

and... give up?

Tell me I'm wrong.

You want to know why I do this?

Tell me.

Because I want to.

We outsmarted the bad guy,

put him in handcuffs, and yet,

didn't matter.

I still felt lost.

All my coping skills were gone.

I keep thinking about
what Amy D'Anna said.

There's, there's no counseling
for this.

And yet you chose to do this.

Because maybe
a-a neuropsychiatrist

might-might have something,
you know?

Like a, a-a...

Something to help me make sense

of all this senseless,
unfair bullshit.

Like a drug?

Or a mantra. I don't know.

How about a prayer?

I wish I could.

You know, there's this old
Roman Catholic prayer that goes,

"Okay, God, is it all senseless,
unfair bullshit?"

It sounds better in Latin.
Anyway...

whenever I invoke that prayer,
do you know what I hear back

in a voice that sounds
eerily like my dad's?

"Get off the cross,
we need the wood."

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Sure you don't have a drug?

I got lots of 'em.

Yeah.

If only it were that easy.

If only.

JJ, I sincerely believe,

that in your situation,

-if you can't help...
-Help yourself...

...help someone else.

Like you.

What do you think?

I think...

maybe you might be right.

From what I can remember,
everything I did was selfish.

Even trying to take my own life
was all about me, just...

me trying to solve my problems.

Never even considered
that I should do something

to ease someone else's
suffering.

Suffering that I caused.

So...

...what do you want me to do?

Wait, y-you.

I...

I-I know
his sister Alison, I-I...

I...

You can do this.

No, I-I want to, but I just...

-Y-You can.
-Just take your time.

Okay.

No disrespect to JJ, but, like,
are we sure about this?

Got some serious
reservations about

our newly reformed
serial killer.

Look, the plan was for JJ
to use her trauma

to help Voit process his.

And then help us with Graber.

The fact that he's here,

especially in light
of his suicide attempt,

is, frankly, a win.

That mean anything to you?

No.

How about this?

Recognize him?

No.

Well, based on the pattern
of your recovered memories,

it appears that you have to be
in the physical presence

of a person to remember
your relationship with them

or any shared history.

Th-That's the Brutal Man?

It is.

-He surrendered?
-He did.

And once he was placed
in handcuffs,

he had one more thing
to tell us.

Ronald Graber, you have
the right to remain silent.

I don't want a lawyer.
I'll talk if...

...you give me one thing.

What's that?

I have a message.

For Sicarius.

From his disciple.

Wait, Sicarius?
Is that what I called myself?

No, it started as a bad joke,

but it became a shorthand
for law enforcement.

And he thinks he's my disciple?

And he's got a message for you.

No, I swear,
I do not know this man.

We think you'll remember
once you're face-to-face.

Wh-What do you think?

I think if you have
a shared history

with this man, then,
yes, you will remember.

But I'm not the man
that he remembers.

It doesn't matter.

You walk in there, he hears
the sound of your voice,

he gets so excited, he wets his
pants giving you his message.

W-Will you be there?

I'll be right in the room
next to you, yeah.

What do I say?

By your own admission,

you rarely communicated
face-to-face

with anyone on your network.

You preferred exchanging
encrypted messages.

But there were a handful

you spoke to
using burner phones.

And we think Graber
was one of them.

So you walk in,
you introduce yourself.

"I'm Elias Voit, aka Sicarius.

You got a message for me?"

Like I said,
he recognizes your voice

and Bob's your uncle.

I'm not exactly sure
how this works,

but doesn't Elias need
some sort of safe word?

Something that he can say
if he needs help?

"Monster."

I'll say "monster"
if I need help.

Okay.

Let's go.

I'm sorry.

For everything.

My name is Elias Voit.

I am Sicarius.

You have a message for me?