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Criminal Minds: Evolution...

- Hi. Evan Delray.
- How do you guys know each other?

We went to law school together.

Your mommy and daddy are dead.

You're either state-raised

or, as your only
living relative, I get you.

I know my own rules.

My rules.

- I'm out.
- Over my dead body.

You have a message for me?

Hell is empty,

and all the devils are here.

Another one of Voit's minions
in bracelets.

Who's the next one
on the network to be activated?

Who ever said it was just one?

- We're on lockdown.
- What is it?

I don't know.
Something about a package.

Yase-Otoko mask represents

a suffering ghost
who abides in hell.

Looks pretty quiet.
You sure this is the place?

Should be it. Let's go.

Standing by, Four-Michael-Two-Seven.

Four-Michael-Two-Seven.

Roger, Four-Michael-Two-Seven.
Go ahead.

On scene, but we don't see anybody.

Hold on.

- Behind the dumpster.
- Standing by.

Scratch that. We got him.

Roger, Four-Michael-Two-Seven.

Please advise
if you need backup.

Think we can handle this one.

- Sir, metro police.
- Rough night?

May we help you?

He's choking.

Oh, fuck me.

Four-Michael-Two-Seven.
Requesting 10-52 to my location.

Roger, Four-Michael-Two-Seven.

- Medical en route to you now.
- Shit.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop.
He's bleeding.

We need that fucking ambulance.

- Have to start compressions.
- Okay.

What in the...

Holy shit.

"Presumption should
never make us neglect

"that which appears easy to us,

"nor despair
make us lose courage

at the sight of difficulties."

Benjamin Banneker.

Penny for your profile.

What? Oh.

No, I'm still trying to...

Let's hear your theory.

Well, there was epithelial DNA
recovered from the mask,

which has to belong
to a member in the network.

Any hits in CODIS?

No, but having the mask
delivered directly to the BAU...

I mean, it's got to be meant
as a taunt.

Zodiac, BTK... they sent things
to law enforcement.

Zodiac and BTK sent messages.

So, what's the message?

They know we're hunting them.

Okay. That's textbook.

Tell me what you really think.

It's a tribute.

- To Voit.
- How'd you get there?

Well, last night, I fell down
an Internet rabbit hole.

As we know, the Yase-Otoko mask
represents a soul

that's being eternally tormented
in hell, right?

But you...
Do you know why he's in hell?

Enlighten me.

They're there as punishment

for the people and animals
killed in life.

So, I was thinking
that the symbolism spoke

to Voit's own history,
which meant that...

You know what, never mind,
'cause as I'm saying it,

it sounds kind of stupid.

Did I say it was stupid?

They're at it again.

I present to you
the Sicarius spider.

Most commonly found
in the deserts

of South Africa
and Central America and,

as of last night, in an alley

in the Hecht Warehouse district,

where they came crawling
out of the mouth

of a yet-to-be-identified
male victim.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I just need to...

Gah-gah-gah-gah.

Sicarius is about as specific
to Voit as it gets.

According to the coroner,

the cause of death is venom

from hundreds
of internal spider bites.

They were literally trying to
eat their way out of the victim.

Oh.

Isn't that that urban legend

where if you accidentally
swallow a spider in your sleep,

then they'll live inside of you?

Yes.

And not only is that not true,

but it's a literal
scientific impossibility.

They'd suffocate inside a body.

Unless you knew
Voit's old trick.

Mm. Multilayered latex condoms.

Those so-called balloons
cartels use

to traffic drugs in human mules.

And if that mule gets too excited

or eats something, their stomach
acid dissolves the latex.

Oh, and now I'm feeling bad
for the icky spiders.

Don't-don't they... don't they
suffocate inside the balloons?

Not if you know a little
something about diapause.

- What?
- That's a suspended state

of dormancy, like hibernation.

Spiders enter diapause
if conditions are cold enough.

Yeah, and the remains
of the latex condoms

that were found inside
our John Doe

were coated with traces
of ammonium nitrate.

So, you add water that,
you get an endothermic reaction

that would freeze them.

Spiders go night-night,
and then, like Voit,

our unsub forces the victim
to swallow the balloons.

So,

this murder could
be some sort of tribute to Voit.

- Along with the mask
that got mailed to us. - How so?

Tyler, tell her your theory.

Uh... it's just
a working theory.

- It's not actionable.
- Okay.

Well, whatever it is, better
for you to present it to Voit.

I'd like you and Tara to see

if anything about this
jogs his memory.

Dave, Luke, run down everything
you can on our John Doe.

Jennifer, Garcia and I...

we are gonna do
some more research

on these Sicarius spiders.

We will?

You recognize him?

Mm. No.

Scroll past that photo,
you can see the autopsy report.

Latex balloons
lined on the inside

with ammonium nitrate.

You know that recipe.

Y-Yeah, I do.

We looked over
all your chat logs.

You never discussed spiders
with anyone.

Okay, so, then
why are you asking me now?

Because maybe
you had that conversation

with someone
the old-fashioned way.

I didn't.

Why not?

- Why not?
- You gave your followers

all sorts of tips
and techniques.

Best caliber of weapon,
best dosage of a narcotic,

best brand of zip tie.

But you never talked spiders?

Arguably your most unique M.O.?
Come on.

No.

- Who'd you learn it from?
- Look, that...

That's not... It's...

I'm-I'm... I'm done, okay?

- I don't think so.
- Oh, fuck you.

- Hey, Elias...
- Just no more questions.

Hey, don't forget
your immunity deal is contingent

on cooperation.

Okay.
Throw me in jail.

Can you open up?

- What the hell was that?
- What was what?

Tyler, your history with Voit?

Tara, won't happen again.

But it doesn't makes sense.

Ever since
he came out of the coma,

Voit's been willing
to cooperate with us,

so why draw the line here?

I think there's something about
the use of Sicarius spiders

that's so awful,
so deeply traumatic,

that he just can't confront it.

Some serial killers
do feel shame, I suppose.

Ted Bundy could never admit
his acts of necrophilia.

So you think the spiders

are some form
of daddy issues for Voit?

Uh, whatever they represent,
they are not easy to get.

I have scoured through so many
exotic arachnid records,

and there's no bites.

My guess is
the unsub is procuring it

through the dark web.

Giving you two puns,
yet I'm so grossed out.

You know, I don't think
it's daddy issues,

but it might be adjacent.

Penelope, try going back
30 years in the import records.

I'm all over it.

Thirty years?

I'm thinking it might tell us

where Voit learned
about the spiders.

And if I'm right,
it might even tell us

whose DNA is on that mask.

Even if you are right,

we are still stuck
behind Voit's new lawyer.

Well, good thing
we have our own.

I am not mad.

When you're smiling like that,

saying you're not mad,
you are mad.

I am surprised.

Surprised that when I called
Elias Voit's lawyer

regarding a time-sensitive
investigation,

said lawyer referred me to you,

because, apparently,
you are now the DOJ's liaison

to Elias Voit, replacing me.

Becca,
I got the case this morning.

Sure. Okay.

But if I was replacing you
on a case,

I'd give you
a courtesy heads-up.

Is there a reason you did not
give me that courtesy?

Yeah, there is. Um,

the deputy AG thinks

you have a conflict of interest
in this case.

I was trying to figure out
the best way to tell you.

A conflict of...
Wait. With Voit?

No.

With Tara.

That's not...

Ms. Wilson, true or false.

You and SSA Tara Lewis
are romantically involved?

No, Evan, we are not doing this.

True or false.

Your relationship with SSA Lewis
has compromised...

- False.
- Okay, well, I know that.

But any half-decent lawyer
is gonna exploit that.

And-and Voit's lawyer...

is more than half-decent.

Shit.

Look, I'm on your side here.

I'll... I'll do anything
I can to help out.

Just... tell me
what do you need from Voit.

No, it's not me.
It's the BAU.

They need to talk to him.
Like, now.

Not without his lawyer present,
but that guy's already

furious enough
how much Voit's cooperated.

Okay, then get them

to the sixth floor, ASAP.

Okay.
Uh, and what's the rush?

What do I tell 'em it's about?

Spiders.

Tell them it's about spiders.

The fuck did you just
give me to drink?

Soup.

That was no fucking soup.

No, it was not.

It's going to numb your throat.

It's gonna make it so much
easier for you to swallow.

Swallow? Man, I ain't
swallowing shit...

I don't know about that.

What are you fucking doing?
Get away from me, man.

There you are.

There we go.
That's it.

How about another?

No, no. No.

Hey, Jessie, give us a second.

You don't say anything.

Not a word unless I say so.

You understand me?

Hey.
You listening to me?

- Uh, y-yeah.
- You know,

I know I don't look like much,
but I got it where it counts,

because I'm the guy
that's gonna make sure

that you have a fighting chance
to see your kids one day.

So don't make this any harder
than it needs to be.

Okay.

Don't say nothing.

Before we get started, whatever
questions you want to ask...

No questions.

We have a theory about a case.
We want Elias to listen.

You gonna give him
an honorary deputy's badge, too?

No.
We're done here.

Jesus, Jeff,
throw us a bone, okay?

We're prepared
to offer him increased immunity.

If, after he hears
what we have to say,

he points us
in the right direction.

I need it in writing.

My client is listening.

The last known record
of Sicarius spiders

imported into the United States
is from 1997.

They were sent
to a Cyrus LeBrun.

Your uncle.

We know Cyrus adopted
and abused you

after you murdered your parents
in a house fire.

- Whoa. We're not stipulating that.
- We just learned

that Cyrus' DNA was found
on a Yase-Otoko mask

that was sent to the BAU.

Fun facts, but what
does that have to do...

Here's our theory.

Cyrus created the killer
you were, Elias.

He taught you about the spiders.

And now he's back.

No, that's not possible.

Because I killed him.

What the fuck'd
you just put inside me, man?

Something you're gonna
want to have taken out

as soon as possible.

But that's only
gonna happen if...

and only if...

you do exactly what I say.

Okay. Okay.

All right.

I need you
to deliver a message for me.

From Uncle Cyrus.

It's over. It's over.
My career is over.

- It's gonna be okay.
- It is not going to be okay.

- Rebecca...
- No, this is how it starts.

First you get passed over,
then you get bumped down,

then you get bumped out.

You are not getting fired.

You're right.
I should quit first.

Okay, that's a bit much.

This is a political job,

and it doesn't matter
how good you are.

It matters how you look,
and you and I look...

That's not what I meant.

Yeah, I-I know what you meant.

Okay. If you quit,
what-what would you even do?

Be a lobbyist,
work decent hours.

And be bored out of your mind.

I wouldn't care
if people see us together.

Yeah, but then you'd resent me

because I got to keep
my awesome job.

Have we met?
Of course I would.

All right.
So, ixnay on the quitting, okay?

I mean, I think
the real question here is

do you want off the Voit case?

- No.
- All right.

So, you are a litigator.

Litigate.

Draft a brief
explaining exactly why

you should stay
on the Voit case,

that it's not a conflict
of interest

and deliver it
to the AG's office.

And if that doesn't work?

Well, then,
I'll just have to live

with your deep,
abiding resentment.

Keep me posted?

You know it.

Open the door!

Cyrus was always...

...the one man I was scared of.

What did he do to you?

I only ask because
the more we know about Cyrus...

The more you know
about this unsub.

I know.

Um...

...Cyrus knew me.

Knew you how?

Like, like, go to the deepest,

darkest part of your mind,

then go further and...

That's the part of me he knew.

The last time we talked,
he told me

that my family was
gonna get me caught.

And he was right.

Is that why you killed him?

Please don't answer that.

Can you talk about the spiders?

I don't know. I've just
always been fascinated by them.

Sicarius spiders?

Sicarius spiders.
The... Um...

They were a gift from Cyrus,

when he saw how interested I was
in the way they kill.

Seriously?

Yeah.

They're the most venomous
spiders in the world.

Everyone's creeped out
by tarantulas,

but Sicarius spiders?

No one knows that they can go
for weeks without food or water,

and they bury themselves
in the sand

and just wait for their prey.

You'd never know
that the ultimate predator

is the one you least expect.

- But Cyrus knew.
- He did.

Well, that explains
how you found common ground

with your uncle,
but it doesn't tell us why,

when you saw our John Doe,
you were so shaken.

You chose this guy
to start running interference.

You're holding back on us.

You want to stop?
I think we should stop.

No.

No.

I helped him.

I helped Cyrus carry women
and fucking children

into the house.

I helped him bury them.

And the woman we killed
with the Sicarius spiders...

he made me do that.

How did it make you feel?

Like a fucking god.

I've heard the first time
you get high or drunk,

it's the best.

But when you're an addict,

you just spend the rest of
your life chasing that feeling.

And my addiction...

...is death.

Uh...

I don't know how any of this
is helping you.

Maybe Cyrus had his own network,

like a small circle of friends.

No, no. My rules were his rules,
except for the network.

But there has to be somebody.

There isn't.

Besides you and my old lawyer,

I have never
told anyone anything

about Cyrus

or Lee Duval.

Elias, maybe we should
take a break.

I'm good with that.

Hey, Tara.

Do you know what
high density polyurethane is?

Please tell me
it's a break in this case.

Bingo.
Trace amounts were found

under
our John Doe's fingernails.

But maybe not such a big break,

because that type of plastic
is found in everything

from food containers
to playground equipment.

You are correct.

Except, when the plastic
is the color blue,

it can only be found
in one place.

Storage drums designed
to hold fertilizer.

Oh, wow. Fertilizer
which contains ammonium nitrate.

- Ding, ding, ding.
- Okay.

So you think our unsub
keeps this stuff around,

maybe makes
our John Doe handle it,

even stuff it in those balloons?

Or John Doe
was already handling it

as part of his job.

So our unsub sees our John Doe,

says, "I'm gonna kidnap this guy
and take his shipment."

Yeah.
Two birds, one stone.

I got to tell you,
that's one hell of a swing, JJ.

Like, for the fences.

Yeah, but if it's right,

our John Doe won't
be a John Doe anymore.

Oh.

Batter up.

Hey, uh,

- Penelope, could...
- Oh, oh. Nothing. Nothing.

Um...

absolutely nothing here.

Just me and computers.

You sure?

Can-can we say

that there's nothing here?

Certainly not me burning sage,
because Emily said

that if I did that again,
I wouldn't just be in trouble,

I'd be in super trouble.

Still feeling the spiders
crawling on you, huh?

Oh, my God.
So, so, so bad.

And she said
I can't use essential oil.

So if I can't even
use aromatherapy

to downregulate
my nervous system in here,

I have no choice.

I might have to go home,
take a shower in acid

and burn all of my clothes.

Or you could tell us

if there are any
missing person's reports for men

our John Doe's age who work
in the fertilizer industry.

Yes. Yes.

Yes!

Something to think about
that doesn't have eight legs.

You kidding me?

All right.

Bingo, bango, bongo.
There's a Mr. Bill Gibbons.

He drives a truck for a
fertilizer company in Virginia.

- Ah.
- And Mr. Gibbons,

a shipment and the truck,
uh, did not show

for a scheduled drop in
Georgetown almost two days ago.

Uh-huh.

Don't all truckers have to have

an electronic logging device
on board?

Yes, I knew that, too.
We know so many things.

They do that to observe
legal shipping requirements.

And the device on Gibbons' truck

was turned off two days ago.

Okay. So, good news...
we identified the victim.

Bad news... we don't know what
the unsub did with his truck.

Well, that would be bad news
if I wasn't me,

but I am me, and I have a hack
to turn on transponders,

There it is.

Mr. Gibbons' truck is...

jinkies... only three miles

from where Metro PD
found Mr. Gibbons' body.

Huh. Okay, where's
the nearest traffic camera?

Mm... A block away.

Okay, start recording.

Something tells me
this isn't that easy.

Right on time.

What-what is that?
Like-like a bomb or something?

Good news.

The cavalry's coming.

Remember what I told you?

Y-Yes, I remember.

What you doing?
W-What's that?

If you follow my instructions,

you'll have nothing
to worry about.

If you don't,

it'll suck to be you.

All right, hey, listen.

I have...
I haven't said anything.

I didn't hear anything.
I don't know nothing, man.

Just let me go and then
everything is cool. All right?

Just let me go, man.
We can be all good with this.

Aw, come on. Hey.

Hey, my man, my man.
Wait, come back.

Come back. Please.

N-Nah, you don't have to go.
Come back.

Hey, yo! Come back!

No, please!

Let me go!
Hey, yo, come back!

No!

Fuck!

Metro PD confirms

that the trailer belonging

to Bill Gibbons
is 500 feet away.

It's just sitting there
by itself.

- Any other cameras pick him up?
- No.

And the unsub left a little note

on the rear door of the trailer.

Metro SWAT sent us a picture.

"Sicarius will want to see this."

Jesus.

You know what this means, right?

You're gonna need
another deal with Voit.

You got to be kidding me.

You got to be kidding me
with this shit.

You want my client
to walk into a death trap?

No. We want him on site.
He may have knowledge

or intel useful
to the FBI agents

who'll be putting their lives
on the line.

All right.
What's on the table?

DOJ is willing
to modify your previous sentence

down to three years
in a minimum-security prison.

Oh, where he can get
shanked again.

- It won't happen.
- No, it won't.

Because he's gonna have
his own residential reentry

where he's not wearing
an ankle monitor.

However, we will give you
a curfew and regular check-ins

- with a parole officer.
- Jeff,

- be fucking serious here.
- I am serious.

- You want my client...
- No, just hold on, hold on.

Uh, who's gonna be on site?

Agents Alvez and Green and SWAT.

Okay.

I don't want a deal.
I'll do it. Let's just go.

Could I get the room?

I need a few minutes
to talk to my client.

No.
I'm in.

Elias, how can I make this
any clearer to you?

You are totally
fucking yourself.

Well, that's...
I don't see it that way.

How do you see it?

I see it as doing
the right thing.

Captain Hardison.

Yeah?

Status?

Thermal imaging suggests

there's at least
one suspect inside.

And the rear doors
don't appear to be locked.

All right, whoever's behind
this wants Voit to go inside.

That's not the only reason
he can't.

If your suspects are expecting
a fireworks show,

it's my job to disappoint them.

So far, there's nothing
on the trailer's outside

to suggest the presence of IEDs.

All right. Let's gear up
and get ready to go.

FBI!

- Let me see your hands!
- No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

Please, please don't shoot,
don't shoot!

I-I'm tied to this chair.

What's your name?

Tate. Tate Andrews.

- You're gonna be okay, Tate.
- Wait, no, no.

Don't come any closer.

All right?
I need Sicarius.

I need Sicarius to go over

to that table
and pick up the tablet.

- I can take it to him.
- Okay, fine, fine.

Do it now, please. Thank you!

Hurry!

You swallow any balloons, Tate?

Fuck yeah, man.

I don't know how many of 'em.

He made me.

And he said that
if I don't do exactly

what he said, then I'd die.

We may have a problem here.

How you doing, there...

...Lee?

What is it?

Uh, it's-it's a recording.

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm right here.
Because me and you...

the two of us... we got

a lot to talk about.

What's the matter, boy?

You look like
you've seen a ghost.

He put a bomb on me, didn't he?

Pager acts as a remote trigger.

Looks like it.

And it's definitely wired
to a 55-gallon drum

of ammonium nitrate.

It's crude but effective.

We got to get him out of here.

I'm not sure we can...

No, no, no, you cannot do that.

He said I'm not allowed
to be moved. Not until

Sicarius says so.

Did he get the fucking tablet?

Hey, Tate,
you need to calm down.

You calm the fuck down, man!

- I'm...
- Listen to me!

The more you get upset,
the more you increase the chance

of bursting those balloons
in your stomach.

Now, just take a breath.

Okay?

Can you get them out of me?

Yeah, we just need
to get you outside.

We have an ambulance waiting.

Look, if it's remote,
we can jam the signal.

Otherwise, maybe we can
cut the wires.

Still might be
pressure-sensitive.

So any imbalance...

we light up.

Who-who are you?

I'm the man who made you.

Mm-mmm.
That man's dead.

What is the first lesson
I taught you?

When you kill someone,

you better make damn well sure
they're dead.

You remember that night,
don't you?

Did you come here to kill me?

Oh, I already killed you
an hour ago.

I slipped some naproxen
in your IV.

Now, when you walked out,

did you make absolutely sure

I was dead?

Yes. I got it.

I found a router
inside the trailer.

I think I can intercept
the feed to the tablet.

I did.

- This ain't just about you, boy.
- Garcia, record this.

- On it.
- The role

of good old Uncle Cyrus
will now be played by who?

The likeness is incredible.

That is a next-level deepfake.

Same kind used on BAU-Gate.

Hey, I'm pretty confident
I can crack

the algorithm that's
working here and I can unmask

who this Cyrus really is.

Well, this is damn peculiar.

- What's wrong?
- I'm not so sure that there isn't a...

Oh, fuck, man, where is
Sicarius? He can let me go.

Hey, just hang tight, all right?
We got to make sure

that we keep you
and everyone else safe.

I'm telling you
what this motherfucker told me.

Once Sicarius sees
whatever's on that tablet,

he can come in here
and let me go.

You think there's a secondary
device hidden in here somewhere?

That's what I was about to say.

I think the pager's
a distraction.

Let's make sure.

Tyler, we've intercepted
the video feed

to the tablet.
Penelope will have

some answers in a second.
What's your status?

We're still working to free

the hostage,
but he was told Sicarius

is the only one
who can free him.

If you were my uncle,

you'd have nothing to do

with running
a network of killers.

You do remember me well.

"Hell is empty
and all the devils are here."

I know you're a show-off,

so I know you want to show me
who you are.

All those devils.

Those poor souls
you left behind.

They needed guidance.

Someone to give 'em purpose.

What purpose?

I can see it right there
in your eyes, boy...

Oh, come on.

Son of a...
It's not working.

- What's going on?
- Uh, well, there are, like,

multiple signals
shooting through the router.

And the ones I need to crack
are all encrypted.

Okay, would you say
that this network has been

loyal to the encryption methods
it's used so far?

- Most hackers are.
- Okay, didn't you say

they used a block cipher
to encrypt their feeds before?

Yes, thank you.
Sorry, Emily.

I-I feel like sometimes
the panic blinders keep me

from seeing the whole world
of the wide web. I got this.

Why bother bringing me here
if you don't

have something
you want to tell me?

It's for your own good.

Whatever you think you're
gonna do, I can stop it.

Oh, you think so, huh?

It's my network.
They answer to me.

Goddamn it, boy.

You really don't know
why I'm doing this, do you?

I know why.

Same as me.

It's 'cause you get off
on making

everyone do
exactly what you want.

No, boy.

You best think a little harder.

No. No.

That's right.

I'm doing all this for you.

I-I don't want it.

Well, you don't
exactly get a say.

And I'll tell you why.

Because, clearly,

you have forgotten who you are.

No, I know who I am.

Boy, I wish you did.

Because you're my legacy.

You're what's left
after I'm gone.

Hell, I ain't even mad
you killed me.

I mean, that's
what they do, don't they?

Them spiders and Greek gods.

They turn on their makers.

But when you betrayed
your legacy...

...that's when I knew

I had no choice but to save you.

Save me?

Here's a router.

Right there.
The router must be transmitting

to the trailer, the pager
and the tablet.

Well, the good news is
is there's no secondary device.

Well, can you take
the pager offline?

What'd I tell you earlier?

I'm here to spoil the fireworks.

Tate, how you holding up?

Hmm?

I'm sorry about earlier, man.

No. No, there's
no need to be sorry, man.

I'm just scared, you know?

I know.

I know. We're going
to get you out of here, okay?

Yeah.

But...

no matter what happens,

I just need you to do,
uh, do something for me.

No.
Don't talk like that.

Just-just, please.

I need you
to tell Caitlin that...

Caitlin, that-that's your wife?

Yeah.

Ooh, ooh, I know she pissed.

I need you to, uh,
tell her that I love her.

- Mm.
- Tell her that I love her so much.

No, no, no, you're gonna
tell her yourself.

Look, it's not just for me.

There were others, man.

Like Jason and Amanda.

Tell them their dads...
we love them.

Ho-Hold on a second.
W-What are you...

Dads?
What are you talking about?

There were other men.

I mean, we were all
held together somewhere.

Blindfolded.

We-we couldn't
see each other, but...

How many?

Think I heard about
seven other voices.

So, at least eight of us.

Luke?

Tate Andrews is saying

that he was
one of at least eight men

that the unsub was holding.

Did he have any idea where?

No, but I'm thinking that

this-this router signal can't be
transmitting very far from here.

Dave, you and JJ
coordinate with HRT.

Do the best you can with a grid
search in the immediate area.

Luke, how you doing?

I'm beginning to think
that this might be

some fucked-up game
of red rover.

I'll hit you back.

There you are, my pretty.

Did you break it?

Not yet, but I'm so, so close.

This is what you get
for using my own gak

against me.
Okay.

Now I need help with triage.
I can either

take the filter off
Mr. Dead Man here

or I can tell you
where he's transmitting from.

Give us the location.

Yeah, we'll see this guy's face

when we put him in handcuffs.

Fact is, I knew something

was off about you

the second you got arrested.

I said,
"That ain't the boy I raised."

There were other strange things.

Like the FBI starting to show up

at the door of the lifeguard.

And then the zookeeper.

You know, I started to get

a funny feeling in my gut.

Asking myself, "Is it possible

my boy decided
to help the feds?"

I'm-I'm not your boy.

Oh, we blood, Lee.

That's not my name.

I know I was hard on you.

Can't change that.

But I should've told you...

...I'm proud of you.

What? What?

And now it's about time

you come home to yourself.

Ah, I see it,
this is a mesh signal.

That's why it's been hard
to pin it down.

Wait, that shouldn't be there.

- Luke, how you doing?
- We got that ambulance out there?

- Yeah.
- All right, listen, keep them at the perimeter.

When we're ready,
we'll come to them.

- Copy that.
- No.

Let this man go, okay?
You want to hurt me,

- hurt me.
- I don't want to hurt you.

I love you.

No, shut the fuck up!
Stop this.

Oh, no.

You're gonna want to see this.

Christ.

It's a dummy.

I knew it.

They're fucking with us.

Wait, wait, what do you
mean, it's-it's fake?

Yeah.
So, we're gonna get you

out of here right now, okay, but
we're not out of the woods yet.

We still have to take care
of those balloons.

It looks like

- the explosives are fake.
- No.

Tyler, I am looking
at several signals

emanating from that trailer.

How many signals
are you picking up?

Twenty-six.

But weak, so that means
they're coming from

- some very small charges.
- Are you sure?

Luke and Captain Hardison
cleared the trailer.

No, they're in the balloons.

Priority change.
Disrupt the signal to the IEDs.

Copy, copy, copy.
Isolating the signals.

Trust me.

It's for your own good.

Them spiders go "pop, pop, pop,"

and then I bet you
I get my Lee back.

No, Cy-Cyrus, no.

What did you call me, boy?

Uh, Unc... Uncle Cyrus, please.

Try again.

You know what I want to hear.

Sir, sir, sir, please stop,
please stop.

Just... just don't... J...
Please don't hurt that man.

Please.

They're on the move.
Have medical

- standing by.
- We got you, okay?

You got it, okay?

- I got them.
- Cut 'em off.

Yeah.

- You're all right...
- Oh! Aah!

Tate! Tate!

- Oh, my God.
- Hey, Tate.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, oh, my God,
oh, my God, oh, my God.

- Oh, I can feel them. I can feel them!
- Tate, hey, hey, hey.

Help! Let's go! Medic!

Hang on. Hang on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Oh, please help!

Hey.

Please help!

I don't want to die like this!

Fuck.

You and JJ find anything?

No.

Nothing.

Nobody.

You know, I told Tyler
this job was about loss,

but we have been losing
ever since Voit woke up.

May I tell you
what I'm thinking?

When have you ever not?

We've been profiling
the followers.

We need to profile the leader.

Cyrus?

No.

Voit's disciple.

That's what Ronald Graber
really meant

when he said he wanted
to give Voit a message

from "his disciple."

But Voit insists he never had

a second-in-command, someone
to take over in his absence.

True, but like Voit,

his disciple has
incredible influence

over the remaining members
of Voit's network.

Except, unlike Voit,
he's asking them to take actions

that are contrary
to their natural psychopathy.

Also true.

He's turned them
into foot soldiers.

And that's behavior
which is something

we don't see among psychopaths.

So, they must be getting
something out of it, right?

They're getting help.

Help with what?

Franklin Fowler
found his victims

on a rental website,

but he had no computer skills.

Clyde Smets created
deepfakes of his victims,

but he had no computer skills.

And that's basically
the same story

as Ronald Graber
and Kyle Mackey.

So, not only is this disciple

as good on computers as Garcia,

maybe membership
in his new network

works like a gang initiation.

Prove your loyalty,

and the disciple will show you

how to get what you want.

And "all the devils are here"

means now he wants his network

to start operating like a gang.

Instead of going off
one by one...

There's strength in numbers.

And you need that
to hold hostages.

Tate Andrews said

all of the hostages
were held together.

And yet the unsub must know

we would be tracking his signal.

Not to mention how quickly

our masked figure
disappeared into thin air.

I mean, it makes you think
they're mobile.

Okay, what if they're using

the cab from Bill Gibbons' truck

to haul around a trailer
full of hostages?

That way they could easily
be hiding in plain sight.

Penelope, I want you to run
every traffic camera

from the last two days
within a three-mile radius

of where we found
Gibbons' trailer.

I'd look for trucks that just
dropped off their payload.

Found it.

APB is already out.
Metro PD will let us know when.

Luke, Tyler.

That's them! That's them.

Let's go!

- FBI!
- You got nowhere to go!

Put your hands up!

Let me see your fucking hands!
Now!

Okay. We're FBI.
Everything's gonna be all right.

Hey!

Hands on your head!

Your buddies gave up.
It's over.

Aw, shit.

Vincent Orlov, huh?

Yeah.
Voit's old lawyer.

They shot him, point-blank,

- back of the head.
- How long had he been dead?

Coroner says
less than eight hours.

It's definitely payback
for the attempt on Voit's life.

Yeah, but Orlov must have believed

he was working
with those masked men.

So, I mean, this disciple
that you're talking about...

he had to have lulled him
into a false sense of security.

He needed Orlov

to learn all he could
about Voit.

- And about us.
- Exactly.

And when that well went dry,
it was lights out for Orlov.

Our masked men have lawyered up?

Yup.
But with public defenders,

so there's no money coming
from some mysterious source

- to protect them.
- No need.

- Fucking foot soldiers.
- Well, for now,

seven men are going home
to their families tonight.

Let's take the wins when we can.

Let's do this.

That's nice.

Strong.

- Yeah.
- But, um... nice.

We need it to be strong

to cleanse.

But what exactly
are we cleansing?

We're just cleaning all of it.

We're cleansing Tate Andrews

and the actions we took
that led to...

God.

And, like, what about his wife?

Somebody's gonna
knock on her door tonight

and they're gonna just

destroy her whole life.

And then they're gonna
tell her how he died,

and it's not
gonna make any sense

because it was all pointless.

It's all pointless.

No.

No, there was a point.

I heard what he said

about how that was

supposed to bring out
the real you.

And look, I know
we're different people,

but I know about,

you know,
turning over new leaves,

and... and, like...

I've had that thing

where you close the door

on your past and you decide

that your past isn't gonna
control you anymore.

I guess what I'm asking is...

what is the real you?
Is it...

is it Elias Voit
or is it Lee Duval?

Honestly, I don't know.

Do you feel,
in your heart of hearts,

that you're a good person?

I feel like... I can be.

Then maybe it's working.

Hey.
What's going on?

Jeff Darcy says there's
an issue that's come up

in the case that he'd like
to discuss with you two.

Why?
I'm off the case.

Yeah, what other
conflict of interest

- could there possibly be?
- He insisted

it's nothing to do
with any conflict of interest.

Wants to meet at his office
as soon as possible.

He says it's our turn
to come to him.

Okay.
How about now?

All right.

So, what's our position

if he asks for more
than we already offered Voit?

I think it would probably be best

to approach this meeting

as if we're about
to confront an unsub.

Better an unsub than a lawyer.

Ouch.

Don't take it personally, Evan.

Tara has some trouble
letting her guard down.

Okay, that's just a lie.

Sometimes I even have
to check her for weapons

before we go to bed.

Oh, Rebecca Wilson, everyone.
She'll be here all week.

- Try the veal.
- Thank you.

Get down!