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Previously on 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!