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Woman: Honey, I know, I know.

It'll only take 15 minutes.

Man: But it's after hours.

Well, he's a new patient.

I haven't met him yet,
but when he called, he...

He sounded desperate, at his wits' end.

And I was only in the parking lot.

You're too nice, honey.

They don't deserve you, Dr. Uqalla.

That's weird.

I thought I locked this door.

It's probably Callie.
You said she's lazy.

No, I said she was forgetful.

Lazy, forgetful, that's a thin
line you're running with there.

Well, just get home soon.

I was gonna grill some steaks.

Maybe you could pick up a
bottle of wine or something.

Michael, I think there's someone here.

What do you mean?
Like the cleaning crew?

No, it's probably just
some kids like before.

What if it's not?
Stacy, get out of there.

I'm gonna call the cops.

No. It's fine. It's fine.

I'll just take care of it.

Don't move. Don't move.
I've already called the cops.

No! No! Oh! Aah!

Michael: Stacy! Stacy,
what's happening?!

Stacy! Talk to me!

Are you ok?

Stacy, who's there?

Stacy, I'm calling the cops!

Stacy!

Where is it?

Stacy, who is that?

Tell me where it is.

[Sobbing]

Alvez: I... I don't know.

Come on. It's been 3 months.

You guys going steady or what?

We're trying not to
put labels on anything.

Mm-hmm. See, you got a glow, though.

It's all over you right now.

Men do not glow.

Lisa's got a drawer at my place.

Ok. So this is getting serious.

She's got me thinking about next steps.

Oh, all right. See, that's
because your biological clock

is ticking, my friend.

Ok. What about you? You seeing anybody?

No. No. I mean, you know,
not since I broke off

my engagement two years ago.

Just not looking for
a commitment right now.

I never said anything about commitment.

I got some single army buddies
that I could set you up with.

I am not saying no, but I...

You guys ready?

Uh, yeah. Hey, is Reid
back from sabbatical?

Uh, no, not yet, but I just
talked to him on the phone.

He sends his love.

I'm not saying no, but
I don't do blind dates.

I need photos. Photos.

[Door opens]

So where are we headed this time?

We are back to the
enchantment of New Mexico,

which, the last time I was there,

was a little less enchanting

and a little more cuckoo bananas.

Nevertheless, we persisted.
This time we're going to Taos.

Yesterday, a 38-year-old
physician named Stacy Uqalla

was found dead in a
clinic where she worked.

She had a hole drilled into
the left side of her head.

Wait. There's more disgusting.

Last week, Steve Kante,
40-year-old high school teacher,

was found dead in his home.

He was found by a co-worker

when he didn't show up at work,

and like Stacy, he
also had a hole drilled

through the left side of his head.

Last year we had a case in Florida.

The guy gave his victims
chemical lobotomies.

He used a drill as well.

But the placement
here, side of the head,

is totally different.

You know, there was a famous
experiment in the sixties.

A Dutch professor believed he
could induce a permanent high

by drilling a small hole in the skull.

Yeah, trepanation. Human remains

from as far back as the neolithic period

have shown evidence of such drilling.

It was once thought
of as a way to release

evil spirits from the body.

And even today, some people still see it

as a possible avenue
towards higher consciousness.

Or they could just try meditation.

You meditate, Rossi?

Oh, yeah. 3 times a
week and twice on Sunday.

Taos attracts an interesting
wash of transplants and tourists,

people trying to get back to nature

or find a more spiritual existence.

So, no shortage of people
trying to buy crystals, then.

This guy could be some
twisted new-age mystic.

Or just some Joe crazy
spiraling out of control.

JJ: Well, whatever the reason,

two bodies in short succession.

Feels like this guy's
just getting started.

Taos PD thinks so, and I agree.

Wheels up in 20.

_

Aah!

[Gasps]

What the hell?

Uhh! Who are you?

[Buzzing]

What do you want?

Oh, come on, man, what are you doing?

Where is it?

I don't know. What
are you talking about?

Whoa, please.

Somebody help me!

Aah!

[Breathing hard]

Where is it?

I have no idea what you want!

Don't do this.

You did this to yourself.

No! No! Aah!

[Drilling, screaming]

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Alvez: "Convictions are
more dangerous foes of truth"

"than lies." Friedrich Nietzsche.

Stacy Uqalla was a family physician,

married, no kids.

She was born and raised in Taos.

She left for medical
school but returned later.

JJ: Steve Kante, on the other
hand, moved to Taos as an adult.

He was divorced and a high
school history teacher.

His ex-wife now lives in Minnesota.

She's happily remarried,
and the split was amicable.

Looks like Stacy and Steve didn't
run in the same social circles.

No sign of disgruntled
students or upset patients.

Yeah. By all accounts,
they were both well liked.

Garcia: Team, you know
I want to be the bearer

of good news, but let's face it.

When you see this
gorgeous visage on the jet,

it is both a blessing and a curse.

We have another victim?

Yeah. Ben Montoya. He's
a construction worker

for ADG Builders.

His body was found on one of their sites

earlier this morning. I'm
sending you the info now.

M.O. is an exact match to
the previous two victims.

Ben was born and raised on the
nearby Jicarilla Apache reservation,

but he lived in town with his wife

and their 3-year-old daughter.

There's been a spike in hate crimes

in the U.S. over the past year,

and Ben and Stacy both

had native American blood.

What if this is racially motivated?

Well, it could be, but
then how does Steve fit in?

It says here he developed an in-depth

and controversial course on
native American living histories.

It was popular with the students

but not the administration
or parts of the community.

Garcia, look at the
latest victim Ben Montoya.

See if he crossed paths with the others.

On it like stuff on things and whatnot.

Dave, Luke, go to the
latest crime scene.

Matt, JJ, talk to the M.E.

Tara and I will set
up with the local PD.

Hi. Karen Carlsen, Chief of police
around here, but please call me Karen.

Emily Prentiss. This is Dr. Tara Lewis.

We've got a quiet place for
you to set up in the back.

What's your take on all this?

Hard to say.

We've been hit as hard as
anyone in the last few years.

We've seen a rise in
property crime and burglary,

but nothing this brutal.

I can only imagine what brings
a man to do something like this.

Well, in our experience
there's always an explanation,

even if it only makes
sense to the unsub.

Stacy Uqalla's husband is
waiting in our family room,

and Ben Montoya's wife is in my office.

We didn't want to start
until you all arrived.

Thank you. Why don't
you talk to Ben's wife.

I'll sit down with Stacy's husband.

Yeah, right this way.

Annie's only 3. She
won't even remember him.

But you will.

And you will keep his
memory alive for her

as she grows up.

Dee, we know your husband grew up

on the Jicarilla Apache reservation,

but we need you to fill in the details.

Ben's childhood wasn't great.

He suffered a lot of emotional

and physical abuse.

When Ben turned 18, he left home

and he never looked back.

He found work on a construction crew,

and he worked hard.

He worked his way up.

I even thought, not now,
but in a couple years

he had a real shot
at becoming a foreman.

In a couple of years. Why not now?

I don't know. I just meant that...

Dee, I can see how proud you are of him.

But we need to know everything.

My husband had a gambling problem.

Ben was in recovery, but he
fell off the wagon last month.

He owed $25,000 on credit.

We don't have that kind of money.

Michael: And then he
asked Stacy, "where is it?"

Where is what?

I don't know.

There's been break-ins.

People have stolen
drugs, prescription pads,

but nothing like this, nothing so...

Ok. Michael, let's take a step back

and walk through it again.

Stacy stayed late because
a patient called her

and asked to be seen.

But she didn't tell you
who it was, his name...

She wouldn't.

It's a HIPAA violation.

Of course.

But did she give you any other...

My wife is dead, and we're sitting here

talking about confidentiality?

I told you this already.

This man was looking for something,

something specific.

Why can't you find him?

Why haven't you made any progress?

Mr. Uqalla, we're doing our best.

[Sighs]

Man: It looks like he used

a 3/8-inch high-speed
steel drill bit.

Could you tell if it was modified?

No, not that we could see.

That would be impossible to track.

Thing is, the killer went through

the left temporal lobe, here.

Now, that area controls a lot.

Language, cognition,
behavior, memory, and hearing.

But primarily it's involved
in auditory perception

and holds the primary auditory cortex.

Now, based on my exam of their skulls,

I believe the victims were alive

as he drilled into them.

The COD on all 3 was the
severing of the brain stem.

The unsub was in complete control.

He could have killed
them instantaneously.

Sadism 101. He wanted
them to suffer first.

And this guy's consistent, too.

Simmons: Wow. Location, the angle,

the depth of each wound,
they're near matches.

Yeah, he came in with a plan,

and he executed it without hesitation.

If that's not a man on a
mission, I don't know what is.

_

[Cover slams]

Rossi: Luke and I couldn't find any
forensic evidence at the crime scene,

but we did talk to Ben's foreman.

He said Ben was well
liked and a hard worker.

Yeah, Ben's wife told
us something similar.

She also said that Ben
had a gambling problem

and owed $25,000. She
didn't know to whom.

Stacy's husband said that the unsub

was looking for something specific.

Money? Is that what all this is about?

Karen: Yeah, we're looking into
local bookies and loan sharks.

They're mostly
small-timers around here,

but we're running down
the usual suspects.

[Cell phone rings]

Garcia, you're on
speaker. What did you find?

Some shade of the snarky variety.

Hashtag no judgment, but
our first victim Steve Kante

left behind a winding trail

of oddly timed cash deposits.

None of them are of the same amount.

All of them are under $10.000.

So he knows how to
stay off the IRS' radar.

Cash deposits of various
amounts at irregular intervals.

Steve could have been
a bookie on the side.

Maybe even Ben's.

I know bookies like to skim off the top.

What if he did and got caught?

Maybe that's what got him killed.

What about Stacy?

Stacy had some trouble
with her student loans.

When she got out of med school,

she diligently tried to pay them down

over the last 10 years.

Besides that, nothing stands out.

Maybe she saw something
she shouldn't have

and somebody's afraid she'll talk.

It's certainly possible.

Let's follow this money
trail, see where it takes us.

It could lead us to
some kind of enforcer.

That's all of them.

I need you to get me
the building blueprints

for everything between Route 68

and State Road 240.

Not a problem, but you'll
need written permission

from the property owners,
copies of the grant deeds,

and the licensed architect or
engineer on record for each of them.

You know, if you call the city,
they'll tell you how to get started.

No, I need the blueprints now.

I understand that, and I
would love to give them to you,

but unfortunately, before I can...

[Slams hand on desk]

[High-pitched sound]

Sir, you need to calm down

or I'm going to ask you to leave.

Excuse me, I need help finding a book.

Of course.

Right this way.

I need you to get me
the building blueprints

for everything between
Route 68 and State Road 240.

I'm talking to you.

Bye.

[Drill whirring]

No!

[Radio chatter]

So Alma Hernandez was
leaving for the night

when the unsub followed her,

came up behind her,
threw her against her car.

But he didn't kill her. Why?

Too public? Maybe he needed more time.

Alma's finished with the EMTs.

Physically she's fine.

Shaken up more than anything.

Alma's deaf, and I don't have
a sign interpreter out here yet,

but she does read lips.

I can sign. I'm happy to get
started if that's all right.

Of course.

Karen, you said the other librarians

- and staff are still inside?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna take a look.

And then what happened?

He held you down on the trunk,

put a drill to your head,

but you tried to sign to tell
him that you didn't understand.

That you're deaf.

No!

No!

No...

Did he say anything?

You're lucky.

He said that you were lucky?

Lucky how?

I don't know.

Because I can't hear?

Ok. So he didn't say anything else?

He only touched your ear?

Ok. Thank you, Alma.

You did great.

You gave us so much help.

You're welcome.

Stay positive, ok?

Ok. Hey.

Thank you.

Lewis: So I was talking with the
head librarian Elizabeth Tappin.

She's been working with a sketch artist.

She thinks the man that attacked Alma

also showed up at the library earlier.

He was looking for
blueprints from the nineties.

If this guy's some kind of enforcer,

why does he need blueprints?

What's he looking for?

That's a good question.

You know, something interesting
came up during my interview.

While attacking her, the unsub
discovered that Alma is deaf,

and it stopped him in his tracks.

I think it... in his mind it
made her an innocent, you know?

Some kind of a victim.

The M.E. did say the unsub was targeting

the auditory system of the brain.

Maybe that's what this is all about,

destroying his victims' hearing.

It's the one constant
in each of these kills.

So, people who can hear are at fault.

People who can't aren't.

Yeah, but hear what?

I mean, what does the ability to hear

have to do with maps and blueprints
of Taos from the nineties?

A lot, actually.

I think this is starting
to come together.

Have you ever heard of a phenomenon

involving low-frequency
sound waves called the hum?

I'm sure many of you know that the hum

was first reported here in
Taos in the early nineties.

JJ: It's been described
as a whir, a buzzing sound,

or persistent rumbling.

We've been dealing with
those hum folks for years now.

It's never driven
anyone to murder before.

Simmons: That's true, but
Taos is not the only place

where the hum has been heard.

And worldwide, violent
acts have been committed

by those who claim to hear it.

That's right. In 2013, a
man in Washington DC,

killed 12 people.

Now, he claims that his actions

were driven by an
ultra-low-frequency attack.

Rossi: And just last
year in Cuba, diplomats

were forced out of the U.S. embassy

due to illness believed to
be caused by a sonic device.

Lewis: There is a medical
condition, called misophonia,

which causes its sufferers
to react with panic

or even extreme rage,
at everyday sounds,

like chewing, humming, even breathing.

Not everyone who hears the sound
is going to react violently.

But, given the right
set of preconditions,

violence is absolutely possible.

Prentiss: So, we need
to focus our efforts

on people in the area

who have reported hearing the hum.

Alvez: We need to re-examine
our unsub's earlier victims

and see if they have any specific
connection to the phenomenon.

Lewis: Based on eyewitness accounts,

we know we are looking for
a physically fit adult male.

Sketch artists have created a
composite of this man's face.

This needs to be
distributed far and wide,

TV, Internet, social media.

Someone has seen this man.

JJ: We know because of the maps
and blueprints he's requested,

his ultimate goal is to
find the source of this hum.

So to that end, we need
to explore possible targets

in the area, locations
he may be drawn to.

Alvez: Starting with the area

between State Road 240 and Route 68.

Now, this unsub will not stop
until he finds the source,

and anyone who gets in
his way is in danger.

So let's get to work. Thank you.

[Buzzing]

Ooh!

- Jake Owens?
- Who are you?

Well, we know he sought his victims out.

He called and arranged for
Stacy to come back to the clinic.

And she could have treated him or
failed to treat him in the past.

He also wanted blueprints
from the librarians,

and when they couldn't give them to him,

he lashed out, attacked Alma.

Our unsub believes the hum is
housed in a physical structure,

so maybe he thought that
Ben, because he was a builder,

had something to do
with the construction.

That still leaves Steve Kante.

He still doesn't fit in.

He will. We just don't
have all the pieces yet.

But here's the thing.

This place drove the unsub mad.

The easiest thing to
do would be to move.

Why does he stay?

Whatever the reason, it
would have to be significant,

extremely personal.

Do you think it's real, the hum?

Reports have surfaced worldwide,

which makes me think there
might be something to it.

And our unsub thinks that it is,

so we have to take it and him seriously.

There was an incident
in Russia in the fifties

that I think may be similar
to what's happening here.

There were 9 hikers who were found dead

on the side of a mountain with
no apparent manner of death.

What do you mean?

Well, they were found in
various states of undress,

subzero temperatures.

They had minor injuries,
but no one could explain

why they died.

A recent theory talks about something

called infrasound, in
the form of a vortex.

Vortex... the repeating pattern
of vibrations due to air flow?

Right. The theory is the
hikers found themselves trapped

due to bad weather, but they were in

a naturally occurring wind tunnel.

Those low-frequency
vibrations because of the wind

created a vortex which
in turn triggered panic.

The hikers weren't just scared,

they were driven mad,

driven to their deaths by the sound.

[Cell phone rings]

Go ahead, Garcia.

Mmm. So I've been reading message board

after message board,
and let me tell you...

Hot take... don't read the comments.

Also, I've discovered something
called nitro cold brew coffee.

I think the military developed it

to keep soldiers up for weeks
at a time... feeling great.

Also I have a lead.

Ok, let's hear it.

Ha ha. Pun intended.

So the nexus of the local hum heroes

is a guy named Terry Rossett.

He's a social worker slash counselor,

and I called him, and he's
on his way to you right now.

Thanks, Penelope.

And, Garcia, maybe
lay off that cold brew.

Cool story, brah. Never. Bye.

Thanks for coming in.

Uh, we understand you work with people

who hear the hum.

Yeah, I was sort of the
first guy around here

to take them seriously.

My goal has always been
to give them the tools

to deal with their affliction,

so we tend to work on
strategies of minimization

and that kind of thing.

Do you recognize this man?

No.

Ok, what about these 3?

Um... No,

but this guy, I know the name.

How so?

Steve Kante is something of a hobbyist.

He constructs what he
calls a hum-canceling box.

It looks sort of like a coffin.

He sells it to sufferers worldwide.

Does it work?

Oh, I'd be damn surprised if it does.

But these are desperate people.

He's preying on their vulnerability.

The boxes aren't exactly cheap.

Well, it explains Steve's cash deposits

and our unsub's anger if he bought one

and it didn't work.

Yeah. So reports of the hum here in Taos

date back to the early nineties.

We believe our unsub is
trying to locate the source.

Do you have any idea
how all this got started?

Take your pick. Stoned hippies,

government mind control experiments,

underground UFO bases.

However, a few years back,

the USGS did a study of the region

and found that this area

does have elevated
electromagnetic field.

JJ: That's interesting. Caused by what?

The electrical grid I
think is what they decided.

Something about how the
power lines are arranged.

That makes sense.

It could be where the
unsub's headed to next.

Turn the power off in district one.

What are you talking about?

It's the source.

Shut... it... down.

Why are you doing this?

Shut it down!

Hurry up.

Prentiss: Guys, I just
spoke to the city engineer.

He said back in the early nineties,

the city retrofitted these 4 substations

in district one.

We should split up.

What the hell?

We're too late.

It's off.

I did what you wanted.

Quiet.

[High-pitched whine]

No. No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No. Hey!

Ohh! Ohh!

No! No!

No!

Aah!

[Police radio chatter]

Damn.

I've got my people securing the scene.

We should take a look
at the security footage,

see how he got in and out of here.

Maybe we can see his
vehicle, even a license plate.

Rossi: Jake Owens. He's an
engineer at the power plant.

It looks like the unsub
used the same size drill bit,

but this time he stabbed him
several times in the neck,

chest, and face.

Jake must have really pissed him off.

He didn't even have a
chance to defend himself.

This guy's losing it.

Ok, but why now?

Well, if the unsub thought

this was the source of the hum,

he'd need someone like Jake

to help him turn off the power.

Rossi: Which he did.

But he still snapped and killed him.

So it didn't work.

My guess is, this is
his last, best hope.

So, where does he go from here?

He's going to have to
reboot his investigation.

Which means we'll need to do the same.

[Huffing, moaning, drill whirring]

Yeah?

Yeah. Ha ha ha!

Oh, my god. Taos is beautiful!

Oh, I just know we're
gonna love it here.

Me, too.

I love you.

[High-pitched whine]

No!

No!

No!

I cross-referenced local people

who claim to hear the hum

with the 4 victims.

I got 5 guys who are a match,

but they all have super solid alibis.

So we know for a fact
that our unsub is male.

And we've speculated that
he most likely hears the hum,

but only 2% of the
population can hear it.

So what if his connection
to all of this was,

I don't know, one step removed?

Maybe somebody close to him hears it.

A parent, a girlfriend, a wife.

Whoever it is, they may be
the reason he stayed in Taos.

Ok, Garcia, use those same parameters

but check for women this time.

Mama's systems are upgraded and purring.

What if this is a madness shared by two?

Folie a deux.

We've seen it before
in criminal partnerships

where two or more people

share the same delusion
or belief system.

Simmons: Yeah, but we know
this guy's working alone.

Delusional disorders are complex.

Usually when two or more
people share a belief system,

it's because their lived experience

has brought them to the same conclusion.

But I have read about cases
where a belief was induced,

where the beliefs of one person

penetrate the other and consume them.

Like passing on a virus.

So you're saying maybe the unsub

couldn't hear this a year
ago, but he can hear it now?

With the amount of rage he's shown,

I'd bet anything that he hears it now.

I've got 3 women who could be a match.

First one lives out of state.

Second died 3 years
ago in a car accident.

Third has posted a lot on
hum hearer message boards

and chat rooms.

She abruptly stopped
posting about a year ago.

Hey, hey, her last
post was exactly a year

before the first murder.
No sign of her since.

Her disappearance could be his stressor.

Ok, who is she?

Uh, Sarah Sands, local sculptor,

moved to Taos 3 years ago

to be an artist in residence
at the art collective there.

Was Sarah married?

Yeah. To a Caleb Sands.

He works at a solar panel company.

Sending his photo now.

Whoa!

Simmons: They're a
match. Caleb's our unsub.

We need an APB out on him immediately.

Here's his work and home address.

Thanks, Garcia.

[Buzzing sound]

Sarah: I need you to unplug everything.

Caleb: I already did.

Well, but what about the blender?

- Yes.
- And your alarm clock?

It's in a box in the garage.

The fan.

The fan in the back bedroom.

I can feel it buzzing.

Sarah.

It's like it's pounding my head

from the inside out, Caleb!

If it's getting worse,
maybe we should try just...

Just turn the fan off!

Honey, honey,

we got rid of it two months ago.

Do you remember?

No.

Why can't you make it stop?

Why can't you make it stop?

[Sobbing] Make it stop.

Make it stop! Make it stop!

Make it stop!

[Gasping]

Aah!

There aren't any missing
person reports for Sarah.

It's like she was here one
day, then vanished the next.

Garcia, what did you find?

Sarah was an only child.

Her parents died a few years ago.

She's got no extended family.

Why didn't they just leave town?

They couldn't afford it.

Also, Caleb was in the
middle of a 3-year contract

with the company he worked for.

What about her friends?
What do they say?

Apparently Caleb wrote them

saying Sarah had left town
to get the help she needed

and any contact would, quote,
"threaten her recovery."

Threaten is an interesting word to use.

It feels like he's
covering something up.

Rossi: It sure does.
Maybe Sarah left him

and Caleb had a difficult
time admitting it.

Or, and I hate to say it, she's dead.

What if Sarah was his first victim?

But I have no death
certificate for Mrs. Sands.

Still... At any point,

did Sarah's posts start to shift?

Garcia: Yeah. About 4 months
before she disappeared,

they start being more full of
pain and fear and desperation.

I keep thinking about
Caleb's choice of weapon.

It's so specific.

Garcia, did Sarah mention a drill?

Not specifically, but...

Whoa, check this out. A
month before she vanished,

she posted this:

"I wonder how much
more of this I can take.

There has to be a way
I can make it stop."

A pretty obvious cry for help.

All right, we're about two
minutes out from Caleb's house.

Great. We're landing at his office in 5.

Circle back as soon as you can.

[High-pitched whine]

[Whimpering]

Sarah?

Oh, my god.

Sarah!

[High-pitched whine]

[Groaning]

Man: Honey? Babe.

Babe, will you grab my book for me?

It's by the bed.

Do you see the situation?

I'm 7 months pregnant.

I'm not waddling back
there to get a book.

Oh, yeah. I totally forgot.

I must have slept
through the last 6 months.

Mm. And you're gonna
sleep for the next 6 months

keep asking me to do anything

other than have this child of yours.

[Laughs]

[Whispering] Hey, I hope you're
not as stubborn as your mom.

[Laughing]

[Crash]

Aah! Aah!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who are you?

Prentiss and Rossi
searched Caleb's apartment.

They found the drill
and tons of evidence,

but Caleb's nowhere to be seen.

So we struck out on all fronts.

Ok, let's just think
about this for a second.

Our unsub shut the power
down in district one,

but he doesn't live in district one.

Maybe he did once with Sarah.

This could be where she
started hearing the noise.

Talk to me with your face, Tara Lewis.

Garcia, we need you to
do some more digging.

I was born with a shovel
in my hand. No, a backhoe.

Ok, look, we know Caleb and Sarah

couldn't leave town,

but what if they moved
around inside of town,

maybe in an attempt to escape the hum?

Yeah. We know that they had
to live inside district one

at some point.

Ok, I'm looking.

I am looking and there's
nothing I can see.

No, wait! No! I can
see it, I can see it!

Ok. The art collective Sarah worked for

owns a house in district one,

and that house was provided
to artists in residence

and Sarah was one of those.

That could be why it
didn't come up before.

The house wasn't in their names.

That's gotta be it.

Caleb's inside. The
door's been busted in.

Dispatch says homeowners
haven't answered our calls.

Hopefully we're not too late.

Set up a perimeter.

We're going to need backup
with EMTs standing by.

There's no telling
what's going on inside.

Caleb just wants to be heard, validated.

I'll get him talking.
We'll go from there.

Take whatever you want.

Don't... don't hurt us.

Please, please.

Uhh! It's here!

Uhh! I know it is! Uhh!

Caleb Sands, FBI!

Put down the weapon.

Don't come any closer.
You don't understand.

This is where it is. It has to be here.

It has to be.

This is where she was infected.

I have to find it.

Alvez: Put the ax down.

Stop right there!

Tara: Ok.

Ok.

We know about the hum, Caleb,

and about your wife. Sarah?

We know you did everything you could.

Ear plugs, sound machines,

doctors,

Steve Kante's box.

But nothing helped.

You... you can hear that?

You can hear it, right?

Hey!

Lewis: Caleb, I know what it feels like

to watch someone slip away,

to feel powerless

as they lose their grip on themselves

and on you and on reality.

And suddenly, everything
you ever planned for,

everything you ever wanted, is on hold,

consumed by their
needs and their illness.

And the worst part about
it is there's no way out.

That's what it feels like, right?

You've been trapped
here for the past year,

ever since Sarah disappeared.

I wanted to help her,

and I couldn't.

I didn't know how.

And then she was gone.

She was gone.

She didn't leave... Right?

She didn't. She didn't run away.

It all got to be too much.

So she ended it.

It was this place.

This place killed her.

We never should have come here.

I know you loved her.

Ok. I know you never
would have hurt her.

You took care of her.

You wrapped her up.

You buried her.

I wanted to believe her.

But I couldn't hear it.

I couldn't hear it...

Until she died.

Caleb, you have to give me the ax.

Now... It's all I can hear.

She never would have wanted this.

She never would have wanted you
to hurt these innocent people.

I know you tried to help her.

You feel guilty that you didn't do more,

but it's time to let go, ok?

It's time to let Sarah go.

[Exhales]

[Exhales]

Now all I can hear is...

The sound of that drill
and of her screaming.

She's... She's...

Of her screaming.

Man: It's ok. It's ok. It's over.

It's ok. I love you.

Hey. You guys all right?

Karen: Come on, let's
get you checked out.

Lewis: "Holding on is believing"

"that there's only a past.

Letting go is knowing
that there's a future."

Daphne Rose Kingma.

Alvez: I mean, can you
imagine being driven mad

by a single sound?

Simmons: The sound of a
fork scraping against metal

makes my skin crawl.

JJ: Will sings in the shower.

Nineties alt-rock.

Oh, my god.

It would drive anyone crazy.

The way Rossi swirls his whiskey,

ice cubes clinking against
the side of the glass.

I know, the finer things in life.

Rossi: Have I ever
told you about the time

I was having drinks
with the king of Sweden?

What? Ok, wait. The last
time you told this story,

wasn't it the, uh,
the mayor of Stockholm?

Prentiss: Yeah, you
lost 20 grand that night.

20 grand?

Folie a deux.

You really connected with him.

Yeah. Thanks.

How'd you come up with that?

Experience.

[Sighs]

Um...

[Sighs]

Before I was engaged to Douglas,

I was married once.

My husband and I were
both in grad school,

and we... we really struggled.

I was teaching, he
was writing his thesis

and working nights, and...

He started taking uppers to stay awake.

And I just watched
him turn into somebody

that I didn't recognize.

But the whole time, he was convinced

he had it all under
control, and I believed him.

And we thought that we
could handle his addiction.

That was our delusion, our folie a deux.

By the time we got help,

we just couldn't get back
what we'd lost. You know?

The future that we had once
seen for ourselves was gone.

I'm sorry.

That must have been a
tough thing to go through.

Yeah. Well, it's not something
I bring up at dinner parties.

Anyway...

I didn't even know you'd been married.

What you don't know about me

could fill a book, my friend.

[Chuckles]

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