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“Masks are wonderfully
paradoxical in this way.

“While they may hide
the physical reality,

they can show us how a
person wants to be seen.”

Joanna Scott.

Ok, ok. And by ok, I
mean the abbreviation

of the great state of Oklahoma,

'cause everything I'm gonna say now

is not ok.

The unsub we are looking for

killed last week in Colorado

and then again last night in Oklahoma.

Big mistake. Crossing state lines

gives us jurisdiction.

Attacking in two states is ambitious.

Maybe he's a truck driver or
has other work in the area?

I can check the highway
serial killer database.

So our latest
victim, Mark Wilson, 35,

was beaten to death in his home,

like our first victim, Sam Franklin.

They were both
hard-working Midwestern men.

Both homes were robbed,
and you know that

super-sensitive side
of your mouth part here?

On both of them, it was cut.

Are they smiling?

How did he do that?

That's awful.

This wasn't about
inflicting more pain.

I mean, they were already dead.

He was compelled to do this.

He's got a type.

Strong married men with kids.

It could be a surrogate.

He's got patricidal tendencies,

shows power-assertive behavior.

At first glance, he feels
like a family annihilator

attacking the home, but he's not killing

the whole family.

And he chooses to destroy
the heads of household

without an audience.

There could be some
mercy in him after all.

Well, that might
be true with Sam Franklin,

but with Mark Wilson,
his 7-year-old son Dylan

saw the whole thing.

Oh, no.

Is he talking?

Well, he was, but not anymore.

It's unclear what he saw,

but he says his dad
was killed by a clown.

Maybe the unsub wore a disguise.

Or he's projecting something he fears.

There's a word, even
though it's not recognized

by any dictionary or psychology manual,

for the excessive fear
of clowns... coulrophobia.

Well, whatever
he saw, we need to find out

if it was real or perceived.

Wheels up in 20.

I got officers searching
pawn shops in the area

but came up empty.

Sorry if you got a few stares.

Last time the feds were here
was when they caught McVeigh.

We got you set up over here.

Thank you.

Yeah, I saw what this psycho did

to the vic's mouth.

I figured it wasn't his first time.

So that's when I ran it through ViCAP,

and it was time to call you.

Are you the one who responded
to the Wilson residence?

Yeah. And, of course,
I found Dylan Wilson

hiding in his bedroom.

He called 911?

Yeah, but not until the sun came up.

I'm sure he was too
afraid to make a sound.

Time of death was midnight.

He was in that house with
his dead father for hours.

No wonder he isn't talking.

Woman, on P.A.: Outpatient
pharmacy, dial 621.

Outpatient pharmacy, dial 621.

Hi. Mrs. Wilson, we're Agents
Reid and Simmons from Quantico.

Hi.

We're so sorry for your loss.

Before he stopped talking,

he said he wish he'd
called for help sooner.

Irrational guilt,
especially for a child,

is common after a traumatic event.

Is he gonna talk again?

The doctors here can't tell me.

Most likely, but what he's doing

is called disassociating.

It's a psychological
form of self-protection.

You mind if I talk to him?

Please.

Hi, Dylan.

My name's Spencer.

I'm really sorry about
what happened to your dad.

I can't imagine how
scary that must have been.

I heard who you saw, and I was hoping...

Maybe you could draw me a picture?

Unh!

Uhh!

So he parked in front of the
house instead of the garage.

If he was carrying a sleeping Dylan,

it would have been
the fastest way inside.

That's why he missed the
jimmied lock on the garage door.

Unsub's hitting secluded houses.

Mark's entry would have
interrupted the robbery.

So he would have put Dylan in his bed

and then he would have
gone to sleep himself.

Which makes sense, since
the struggle started

in the master bedroom.

But it ended in the living room.

He probably tried to get the violence

as far away from Dylan as he could.

Just like that first kill in Colorado,

he found his murder weapon on the scene.

So this guy's organized,
and yet he is improvising.

Well, he hasn't established a pattern

'cause he's just getting started.

Well, if Dylan saw him,
chances are he saw Dylan, too,

and chose to let him live.

Well, maybe he has boundaries

when it comes to hurting children.

Oy, I got nada on the
highway database, FYI.

But the other task of
finding additional robberies

in those two states, bingo-go-go.

I got 3 robberies

additionally in Colorado

that are linked by a bizarre smiley face

carved into the doors.

Strange his signature would evolve

from carving wood to cutting faces.

Homeowners weren't there?

Hence no homicides.

They're also in equally
hard-to-find spots.

I'm sending you the towns... now.

The houses are all
far off from the interstate.

He must have scouted them
before he burgled them, right?

Not necessarily. They could
be targets of opportunity.

Dark street, dark house.

Well, something triggered him

between his last robbery
and his first murder.

Maybe he's got a
connection to these towns.

Thank you, Dylan.
This is really helpful.

I'm going to show it to my friend, ok?

Looks like a simple plan.

First hit houses in small
towns and keep moving.

Not too bright to leave a calling card

announcing how many
houses they've robbed.

Well, the unsub didn't start out

looking for blood on his
hands, so what changed him?

We should
focus on his first kill.

Sam Franklin from Campo, Colorado.

Worked in a warehouse,
he had a weekend shift

while his family was in Denver.

Any speculation as to what he was doing

the night he was killed?

Well, his wife claims that he called her

on his way home from work.
It was about midnight.

He told her he was almost T-boned,

and the driver lost his mind on him.

She said he was a bit
shaken, which wasn't like him.

Did he say a clown was driving?

He did not. Which is the
first thing you would say

if that's what you saw.

Ok, so do we think a chance
encounter led to murder?

Maybe. Aggravated lethal
road rage mentality

fits our unsub's profile.

What about Mark Wilson?

The house was already broken into

when he got home.

Yeah, it looks like
the unsub's moving south

along small state roads.

Given the accelerated timeline,

his need to leave a signature behind,

it feels like he's on a mission.

Wow! He's not compartmentalizing at all.

Not at all.

Reid, over phone: Dylan
definitely saw a clown.

The level of detail in the costume

suggests something precise,

which makes me feel like
the face would most likely

be hand-painted versus some kind

of mass-distributed mask.

Makes sense, since the
M.E. found greasepaint

under the latest victim's nails.

This is such a specific disguise.

This unsub must have an obsession.

It says a lot that he
went into Mark Wilson's house

with this makeup on him.

I mean, it's like an alter-ego.

That disguise could be
helping him find confidence.

Won't be surprised if he starts a spree.

You keep up that winning streak,

and they're gonna want
all of us on the team.

Ha ha! Scoot into bed.

I will let you snooze
another 10 in the morning.

Off you go.

Oh, way too late for a school night.

I know, but they'll survive.

I'll tell you what...
You may not be tired,

but I am wiped. I'm going to bed.

Good night, sweetheart.

Good night, honey.

Unit 12, unit 12.

He killed both parents this time.

Well, Mom must have tried to stop it

and became collateral damage.

Well, thankfully the
kids didn't witness any of that,

but since nobody saw anything,

we don't know if he was
wearing a disguise this time.

And just like Mark Wilson's house,

he was here when they got home.

So I don't know if he's
hunting them beforehand

or just getting lucky
that they're family men.

An accidental annihilator
leaving a wake of orphans behind.

This is the second time
he spared their lives

when he clearly didn't need to.

Still, he's punishing them,
making their worst fears come true.

Maybe he has his own
abandonment issues or...

I don't know, maybe we're
missing something here.

If he had a submissive partner,

then they could be the influence

in keeping the kids alive.

So he kills strong male figures

to prove his dominance?

But that's not enough,

so he feels compelled
to cut their mouths.

He wants to make sure he leaves
them with a permanent scar.

So maybe he grew up abused.

He could even have the same scar.

And if that trauma happened

while his love map was forming,

he would think that's the
only way to gain dominance.

A neighbor witnessed
a guy dressed as a clown

running out of the house
and jumping in a van.

Thing is, there was another guy driving.

Thanks.

We blocked off 412...

Pull forward, please!

Oh, no.

What are we gonna do?
They got a roadblock.

We're totally screwed.

Ah, what kind
of negative crap is that?

We're challenged.

I told you, we should have
finished our night and gone back.

Why'd you have to
break in again at night?

I got wound up. Plus I heard
a guy talking about that spot.

It paid off, didn't it?

Doing this two nights in a row is crazy.

Don't call me that.

I'm sorry, but...

You just can't get so greedy.

We are not gonna get caught.

What the hell is that, blood?

You said nobody got hurt.

Guy was popping off at the mouth.

I had to shut him up.

In, out, on our way. That was the deal.

No fighting.

Yeah, well, you're too weak

to be in there with me, aren't you?

Gotta do what I gotta do.

Now turn the van around and let's go.

What are those?

Hoping to find one that
looks like Dylan's drawing.

Are those clown faces painted on eggs?

The tradition was
started after World War II

by a London circus
clown called Stan Bult.

He wanted all professional clowns

to be able to copyright their
costumes and makeup designs.

There's over 300 of them on display

in the English village of Wookey Hole.

I hope they help.

Thank you for staying.

He seems better with you here.

I'm just glad he's finally resting.

Mmm.

I don't know how we're
gonna get through this.

I mean, just knowing what he saw.

I wish I could
trade places with him,

but I don't know...

How I'm gonna get him through this.

After something traumatic happens,

I don't know about you, but I find

that there's always that...

Little moment right when
you wake up in the morning

when everything's good,

because your mind has
temporarily forgotten

the bad stuff.

You ever have that?

After my dad died, yeah.

I feel like our
conscious and subconscious

make some sort of secret pact

to let us have a split-second of peace.

You had that a lot?

When that relief happens,

I try to hold onto it.

You just have to figure out
a way to help Dylan do that.

How?

Let him know that he's not alone

and that his healing
is just gonna take time.

When he's ready to talk, he will.

Physical
and behavioral evidence

points to a dominant
power-assertive male

robbing and killing,

but we also believe there
is a submissive partner

who drives the getaway vehicle.

We're looking for two men
in their 30s driving a van.

The dominant partner
likes to kill with his bare hands,

and his signature is cutting
his victims postmortem.

Any chance the submissive
doesn't know what the dominant's doing?

Absolutely. It's common
for criminal partners

to keep secrets from one another.

The kids seem to be a
complex part of this puzzle.

The dominant's working
alone in the kills,

choosing not to physically
harm the children.

It could be the submissive's influence.

There might be a child in their lives

or unresolved issues
from their own childhoods.

And we can't ignore the
elephant in the room.

More than one eyewitness has
talked about a clown disguise.

Now, that could be a
forensic countermeasure,

but choosing it tells us about him.

When unsubs wear masks,

or in this case, paint them on,

it is a predictor for
antisocial behavior.

We call this deindividuation.

It allows the offender to be
anonymous and act their worst.

We only know the dominant
has painted his face,

most likely because he hates his own.

- Chief.
- He could have a facial disfigurement

or a speech impediment,

something he can't control
that frustrates him.

Two men matching the witnesses'
description have just been spotted.

Chief?

Ok, go over it.

You'll throw me over 'cause I'm little,

and I'll get stuck alone
'cause you fatsos won't make it.

Then I'm gonna be the one who's dead.

Shut up and do it.

Idiots, follow me.

Hold it for me. Thanks.

Beans, I'm gonna close it on you.

Hurry up, beans. Let's go.

I was here for my
great-aunt Mattie’s funeral.

The crank broke, and the
casket fell to the ground.

And my brother said that
when the lid popped open,

her body was all like...

Shh.

Look.

Run!

FBI! Hands
where we can see them!

Hands up, clown.

They took all my stuff.

Oh, you'll get it back.

But you're gonna be here for a while.

So this isn't your
only trespassing charge.

I gotta ask, why did you do it?

I'm a telemarketer.

I clock in, clock out,

and all day make calls to people

who either reject me

or are too lonely to hang up.

Dressing up gets you attention.

When I go out dressed like this...

I make a difference in someone's night.

My buddy and I, we go together

so it's double the scare.

And you know what?

Those kids tonight...

They'll remember me.

We have a man who
is dressing up like a clown

and killing people.

He's clearly a very sick man.

Mm-hmm.

All we have to go by

is this kid's drawing of who he saw.

My partner thinks it's a twist

on a character clown from the 1950s.

You ever seen him?

No, I'd remember a guy like that.

They closed the road
and the gig went late

is why I didn't make it home last night.

Where did you stay?

In the van.

So do you really think
you've made enough

for us to, you know, call
it a day and head south?

Yeah. I'm ready for the Florida sun.

How about you?

My parents called.
They said they found us

a little trailer, under 500 a month.

Great school for Mikey.

Well, we got enough

for the first couple months,

until we find a new gig.

Hiya, monkey.

He is magic.

Can I try one?

Pick a color, any color.

Mm-hmm. Mm... Green.

Give it a big blow, ok?

You should stretch it out.

I should have had you stretch it.

Give it a big stretch.

Yeah, like that.

We interrupt our
current programming

with breaking news.

This is the second
home invasion in Guymon.

Each time the children were home

to find their parents dead.

Oh, that is awful!

Hey, that was in Guymon.

Maybe that's why the roads were closed.

You ok, babe?

I think it was just the sandwich.

I need some air.

Tone!

You killed those people?

When that guy came home
with his sleeping kid,

you said that you tied
him up and that was it.

And the family last night?

How many?

3.

Huh?

4. 4.

What the hell is the matter with you?

Just listen to me for a second.

Just...

Listen.

I'm sorry.

Give me my half.

Right now.

Here's the thing.

After work and pawn
shops, we had about 3,200.

3,800.

Yeah.

So I had a lead.

Oh, god, we should be
riding high right now,

but don't worry, we're
gonna get it all back.

You lost it?

Gambling?

We've been at this for weeks.

You lost it?

I got a plan, Tone.

Do you remember the ranch
owner from the other night,

the big guy with the shiny convertible?

I'm not driving you to kill anybody.

I won't hurt anybody

ever again, ok?

We need to get our money back.

And this guy, he's loaded.

He's not even gonna miss it.

You want to get Mikey
down to Florida, right?

Then what choice is there in this, man?

Woman, on P.A.: Charge
nurse on duty to CCU.

Charge nurse on duty to CCU.

Hi, Dylan.

That picture you drew
really helped us a lot.

Is there anything else
you remember about him?

Did he say anything to you?

He was wearing a shirt like that.

Like... like... like denim?

Yeah. He also smelled like horses.

Oh, baby.

Ohh...

I should just wait in the car.

Hey. We'll get twice as
much with you helping me.

And nobody gets hurt.

I already promised.

See? Nobody's even home.

Ha ha ha!

Welcome to the big
leagues, Tony Capilano!

The owner is
in critical condition,

took a gunshot wound to the shoulder.

Now, it looks like they fought,
but the unsubs got scared off.

Rossi, over phone: Nothing stolen?

No, no. They didn't make
it past the threshold.

You said there
was some kind of security.

Yeah. I'm working on
getting that footage now.

Call you back.

These guys have
remained low-tech so far.

They haven't chosen houses
with security systems.

Choosing this house,
especially in the daylight,

it's a risk. They're in a hurry.

Maybe they're finally
getting out of town

and they're sloppy about it.

Then they'll be more haphazard

now that we'll have images of them.

Hey, Spence.

Great news. Dylan is talking

and he's remembering more details.

He said the unsub was wearing denim

and smelled like horses.

That's specific.

If I brought
him in to the station,

I think it might help with his healing.

That's a great idea. Hey, hold on.

Luke just walked in.

So, the M.E. confirmed that the grease

under the victim's fingernails

is a professional-grade stage makeup.

Doesn't seem like
that would be easy to find.

So they're not amateurs.

Well, psychologically,
most clowns believe

it's not just a job, it's who they are.

That's a problem, considering

circuses are going out of business.

All right, Matt just sent
over the security footage.

Spence, I'll forward it to you.

See, now, faced with a surprise,

these guys are incredibly
unsophisticated.

And no surprise the
submissive's instinct is flight,

the dominant's is fight.

If they grew up in this clown culture,

these could be the roles
they've always played.

So maybe they haven't left the area

because they found some
kind of circus work here.

Hey, Garcia?

Little boy is talking
again? Thank the stars.

Yes. He's made some progress.

So have we.

Can you cross the geo-profiles

from the initial crimes
in Colorado and Oklahoma,

see if any traveling
circuses or carnivals

went through those towns?

I love a carnival.

If it wasn't for the
whole nefarious people

are probably working there,

this would be a most enjoyable search.

Nefarious ruins everything.
I'll hit you back.

W-why'd you have to shoot him?

Our faces are gonna
be all over the news.

We gotta get out of here!

Where are we gonna go?

We don't have any money, remember?

Enough with the “we.”

Y-you messed this up.

Not “we.” I have a wife

and a kid to take care of,

and you don't.

I've been your family all your life,

and now, what?

I let Dad beat on me instead.

I got... I got this so
you wouldn't have to.

Good luck.

Once a Ringling Bros closed,

a lot of the smaller ones folded, too.

But it turns out this was
a huge family business,

generations born and
raised in this world.

It's dying off. I don't really
have anything to offer you.

Ok, well, look, think
about their timeline.

They're wearing denim,
they have made-up faces,

smelling like horses.

What if it's less
about wearing the masks

as a forensic countermeasure
and more about convenience?

I mean, what if they just
finished some kind of gig close by?

They could be clowns at a rodeo.

Emily, have I complimented you

as of late on your
assertive yet loving way

of pointing out paths I
don't think to go down?

Oh, wow. There's a whole circuit.

Big deal things at civic centers,

smaller ones, too.

There were a whole bunch
last week in Colorado

where our first victim was killed,

and there's one scheduled
tonight in Guymon.

I'm sending you the info now.

These rodeos can employ
hundreds of people.

Yeah. I hope this is our guys.

Can I help you?

Yeah, uh, Agents Jareau and Simmons.

Well, everybody's legal here, ma'am.

Glad to hear. We're wondering

if you... if you ever
employed these men.

We think they may be related.

Well, they're brothers.

It's the Capilanos.

That one there got in a fight

with one of my bull riders.

Tried to cut his face.

So they're banned from working here.

Yeah. Bad luck

follows them around.

I hear they got canned
up in Colorado last week,

but I'm not surprised
with that one's temper.

Do you have any idea where
we might be able to find them?

All us owners, we talk, so their
names are no good around here.

I'm sure they've moved on by now.

Excuse me. I got a show to get ready.

Uh, just one more thing.

If they are blacklisted

from the legitimate circuit, any chance

they'd find work
somewhere off the radar,

like at a coleadero?

A migrant rodeo. They're unregulated.

Sure. If those boys
are desperate enough,

they can work.

Any idea where we could find one?

Well, they keep moving their spots.

They don't want the cops to catch 'em.

All right, well, thanks for your help.

Uh, hey.

Don't tell them I sent you.

We won't.

Ma'am.

Oh, my god.

Do you remember this?

The day we found out we were pregnant.

Ha ha.

I just wish he could
grow up like we did...

The magic of the big top.

You know?

I know, but it's gone.

I think it's time that
we dreamed a new dream.

This is all I know.

No, you've got so many other
skills that'll transfer to work,

and... and I'm a good acrobat.

I could teach gymnastics
down in Florida,

and we'd find something
there for you, too.

This is where you guys have been going?

This and others like it.

I haven't been back to this one

since Sal got us kicked out.

Are you sure this is safe?

Yeah, I'll be careful. I know the boss.

I can make 50 bucks,

get us another 300
miles closer to Florida.

Ok.

Ok.

Hey, Lenny.

Your bastard brother with you?

No, I'm done with him.

Good.

I need a gig.

Full up.

Anything.

My wife and kid are in the van.

We need gas money.

It's the last time I'll be here.

I'll take whatever y-you can spare.

All right. I'll find you something.

Thank you.

Let's go.

Get out of my van.

You're hurting me. Stop!

Oww!

This is all your fault!

Shut up. Mikey's sleeping.

You took Tony away from me.

Wow. Are you drunk?

The Capilano brothers!

Tony has a family. So it's
not all about you anymore.

Let go of me!

Mama?

Hey, buddy. Hey, I'm just
looking for your old man.

Go back to sleep, ok?

All right, we're looking at a dozen
possibilities here. We need help.

Well, we're headed south, so
we should only consider ranches

in that direction.

I wish there was a
paper trail for stuff like this.

It's like the fight club of rodeos.

They're all like, the first
rule of underground rodeos...

Don't talk about underground rodeo.

Exactly.

The unsub's last target

was about 20 miles out of town,

so they couldn't have gone far.

Ok, I've got two ranches
just south of there.

Sending you GPS pins now.

Thanks.

As expected,
Sal and Tony Capilano

have only known the circus life.

After a slow death of the circus,

they lost their jobs for
good a few months ago.

If it was all they knew,

losing their work was
like losing their identity.

Added up to one hell of a stressor.

As if they needed any more,

it's just like we thought.

Dad was an abusive drunk

who killed their mom,
then abandoned them.

They were raised by their
work family after that.

They were orphans, just
like their victims' kids.

Their circus was never
thriving but held to traditions.

Tony was a beloved clown
a la the classic 1950s,

but Sal Capilano never wanted that life.

He was a daredevil,
wanted to be like his dad.

Sal's daredevil outlet dries up,

but he's still chasing
that adrenaline rush.

After they were fired, he
started killing surrogates

for their father.

♪ You should see the other guy ♪

What did you do?

Ohh. What, are you worried now?

Didn't seem to care much
when you just left me behind,

Diana and I.

She's not even family!

She's my wife. My family.

What am I?

You're drunk.

I'm gettin' on the bull.

No, don't do that. Come on, not again.

You're not good at it.

Unlike you, I don't give up.

See, I told Lenny, I
said, my kid brother

and his family abandoned me

after all I did for them!

I'm getting in there
'cause I need the money.

So do I.

Told told you never
to come back here, Sal.

See, that's not gonna happen.

All right, you can give me my money

the honest way, or I can
take it from you, Lenny.

Ha ha ha!

Put it down, Sal.

See, that ain't gonna happen.

You know he's got at least
a couple grand in his safe.

He needs help. Yeah, right.

Come with me. What are you gonna do?

You gonna call the cops?

Well, how you gonna explain it, Tone?

I'm gonna tell them what you did.

They would put you away, too.

All right, go ahead. You go ahead.

You keep making 50 bucks
every couple of days

so you can barely survive.

You think that wife of yours

is gonna stay with you?

Ha ha ha!

She won't!

Hell, you could make
way more than 50 a day

if you just rent her
out to all the guys.

Sal Capilano, FBI!

Hands where we can see them!

Put the gun down!

Oh...

Uh-uh, Tony, no, no.

You don't want to do this.

He killed so many people.

That was his choice.

Now, you have one, too, right now.

Don't do this.

Go ahead, Tone.

You ain't got the
g-g-g-g-g-g-guts.

Ha ha. Oh...

Don't be like him

or your father.

You're a dad now, Tony.

Your son is waiting
for you, and your wife.

Tony, she's so worried.

Don't you want to see them?

Sal Capilano, you're
charged with the murders

of Sam Franklin... get up...

Mark Wilson...

Bella and John Richardson.

You have the right to remain silent.

Do you want to color?

Sure.

What's your name?

Dylan. What's yours?

Mikey.

How long is Tony gonna be away?

Depends.

Ok.

Oh. This, with Mikey,

you know, these past 7
years have gone by so fast.

And even if Tony's gone only a year,

it's gonna seem like a lifetime.

You know, Tony wouldn't hurt anyone,

and he didn't.

It was all Sal. His entire life

Sal has caused trouble, and now Tony's

gonna get punished, too.

Hey. Tony wants to
talk to you and Mikey.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, Mikey, buddy.

Bye, Dylan.

Bye.

Hey.

I'm so sorry, buddy.

I gotta go away for a little while,

but you and your mom are
gonna go have fun in Florida.

No, we're gonna stay right here

or wherever you go.

It's just gonna hold you back.

What are you saying?

I could do 5, 10 years for this,

maybe more.

He'll be in high school by then.

And I don't want him to
see me like this again.

You just make sure
that he doesn't forget me.

- Ok?
- No.

Hey!

That's it, buddy.

You got this.

I'm so proud of you.

There he is.

I made this for you.

Thanks.

He's on an adventure

to find his family in the forest.

How much farther
does he have to go?

He doesn't know.

Christopher Marlowe said,

“it lies not in our
power to love or hate.

For will in us is overruled by fate.”

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