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Previously on Criminal Minds Evolution.

How many podcasts do you listen to?

Mostly news. Why? Turns out that there's one that mentions me, you, and the B.A

.U.

Fuck!

Emily! Bella!

I have to salvage the remains of my flaming career.

You betrayed me. I thought we were friends.

Oh, Brian, there's something I've been wanting to say for the better part of

six years. We are not friends.

Sheila. Hey, Brian. Can I come in? You look fantastic.

Well, it's the same thing.

You talking about me a lot with your IRS colleagues?

Only the ones who make me breakfast.

Ah.

The fan uses Lance as a proxy to try to communicate with Voight, and then he

punishes him by branding him with the same word Voight used to describe him.

Maybe I was pathetic, but I don't deserve this.

If there's anything you can remember, you contact me, and you can show him how

not pathetic you are on the witness stand.

Now what did you want to show me?

Where'd you get that?

Guess I'm a better poker player than you thought. I'll fucking kill you. You're

not gonna fucking kill me, because you knew I wouldn't have walked in here if I

didn't have a plan for this.

Now who's pathetic?

Laura Boyd is our priority, and we need to take her back into protective custody

until we've eliminated the threat the fan poses.

All righty, Mom.

Good night.

If it makes you feel better, it's not his deal.

Where are we? We have custody of Lance. We miss Laura. I thought we assigned a

protective detail to her. We did. Philadelphia PD didn't get there in

time. Her mother reported speaking to her on the phone at 10 p.m. Then she got

into her car and vanished. Every time, this guy is one step ahead of us. That's

because there is one part of the fan's behavior that we underestimated in the

profile. His OCD. He leaves nothing extraneous in his planning.

Or execution. Everything that we thought was collateral damage serves a purpose

to him. Then we need to put everyone involved in this case back on the table.

So who are we missing?

If

you're

calling about the fire sale, everything's gone.

Brian, it's me.

Sheila? Is everything okay? I don't recognize this number.

No, actually.

What is it? What's wrong?

Do you remember Bob from work? Bob who makes you breakfast?

Bob and I got into a fight.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

Listen, if you want to talk, I'm here.

I do, actually.

God, I sure know how to pick them, don't I?

What do you mean?

Bob is... Turns out that he's suspicious.

Even more suspicious than you, so I...

Had to get a new phone.

And, um, he probably bugged yours.

I see.

Would you mind using our shared cipher so I can tell where you are?

The happiest place on Earth.

At least the happiest for us.

And, Brian, for both of our safety, you have to dump your phone.

Say no more. I'm on my way.

The hell?

Hello, Brian.

What is this? Who are you?

I need you to follow my instructions.

If you don't, she's...

Dies quickly.

But she dies slowly.

Oh, my God. You

don't need to do this, okay?

Let her go.

Let them go.

I'm the one you're mad at, right?

I'm sorry.

What do you want? What do you want?

Do you want me to say that I'm wrong?

I'm wrong. I've been wrong the whole time.

Just wanted to feel important.

For what?

I'm a fuck up. I'm nobody.

I don't matter.

But they do. They matter.

I don't.

No, Brian.

You've been essential to this from the very beginning.

All right, thank you.

Emily?

Brian Garrity's phone is still at his podcasting booth, but his car isn't. Fan

has escalated to abducting two people in the span of 24 hours. He's been in a

cooling off period. What triggered the change? He was never cooling off. He was

executing every step of his plan.

Guys, keep looking.

All right.

All right.

Jennifer said put everything back on the table, right? Re-examine all of our

assumptions about the fan.

That means we need to re-examine this.

You don't think he's OCD?

I don't. How is that possible? His letters to Voight tell us he is.

Except people with OCD are actually less likely to be violent due to a hyper

-awareness of their actions.

True, but we have seen it. Vincent Rowling, Clara Hayes, they had OCD and

were on sub. But they weren't this focused. One mistake, one distraction

should cause the fan to unravel.

Instead, he's executed everything flawlessly.

If he's not OCD, what is he? Bear with me here.

OCPD, obsessive compulsive personality disorder.

Break it down for us, please.

OCD is ego dystonic, meaning the intrusive thoughts are in conflict with

your self-image. They break down regular actions.

But OCPD is ego syntonic, meaning that you justify your perfectionism and your

control with your personality and your morality.

So you can function as a psychopath as long as you're perfect at it. Exactly.

This is what we got wrong. For most people, OCPD is a hindrance. But for the

fan, it's an advantage.

It makes him cocky. Do we bring this to Voight?

No.

Dave is right. The fan is in Voight's head.

He's of no use to us now.

You bet your ass I'm right.

I've been wanting to say this for years.

Fuck Elias Voight and fuck Lee Duval.

They're going to catch this little fan without him.

Let's get to work.

Who's pathetic?

Elias Voight, locked away, won't let Sicarius out to

play.

Who's gonna stop me?

You?

I don't think so.

First, I'll kill Harlow in front of Holly.

Then, I'll kill Holly in front of Sidney.

Then... Back away from the glass.

It's getting kind of crowded up in here, don't you think?

Still, you've got a point.

While you're in here, someone smarter, someone better than you

is hunting your family.

He's not better than me, and he's not going to get to them.

One of those statements you actually believe.

Which one is it?

So even without a face, what can we tell about our own sub?

Gate imposter puts him in his 40s to 50s.

But how can a middle-aged man kill a freshman in her dorm unnoticed? Not even

OCPD can do that.

Well, if it's him, he can walk around campus and not call attention to

himself. We told Voight and Dina Ryan's dad he studied criminology. Maybe that's

the college connection.

No, no, trust.

I have... scoured. There is not a professor, a PhD candidate, a TA even,

staffed at Victoria's College who matches this profile.

Then he's criminology adjacent.

An author, maybe true crime, maybe in podcasting like Garrity. Penelope, can

you look? Are you making a joke? Are you trying out material when we're on the

clock? Do you know how many people in this country alone are into true crime?

You might as well ask me, hey, Penelope, make a list of people not into true

crime because that list is going to be shorter.

Leather allergy.

Huh? You could have a leather allergy.

It's the most common reason why people use stingray leather. It's

hypoallergenic. And if he's published or self-published, his OCPD would want the

highest quality binding he could get, something perfect he can give to his

friends. Or to co-eds on a college campus where he's lecturing. Does that

narrow it down? Very much so. Thank you.

Come on, pick up.

Hello,

leave a message. If you're trying to reach Brian Garrity, this is totally not

him. Although he sounds like a cool guy.

The mailbox is full and cannot... We can't even make this easy.

Honey, honey, honey, honey, look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

What's your name?

I don't want to die. I don't want to die. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey,

hey. Look, just breathe, okay? Come on.

Good job. Just keep doing that.

Okay? And I'm going to lay out a little truth for you, okay?

We are not in a great place right now.

This is true.

But if we freak out, it's gonna be worse.

Okay?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I'm Sheila.

I'm Laura.

Are you like a therapist or something?

No. I work for the IRS.

I taught myself breathing exercises when I was married to him for nine years and

divorced for just about as long.

What happened?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It was an accident. Brian, Brian, stop. I might

kill you, but not over that.

Something on your mind?

Uh, the BAU.

What about it?

They think you have OCD because of the precise typewriting.

So I thought when I knocked that case over, I had just killed us all.

Is that what the BAU thinks? Yeah.

They get a lot of stuff wrong.

Have you noticed that? Take David Rossi.

He wrote...

That the first kill is the most important. Do you know what I felt when

I first killed?

Like God?

Nothing.

I felt nothing, and it was glorious.

The noise in my head, the need to be right all the time, to be perfect, it

all stopped, and I felt free. But this, oh, this is even better.

This makes me feel like God, because I know once I've done everything I want to

do, they'll never find me.

I found him!

This is James Crowley. He is a middling criminology author who supplements his

income on the college lecture circuit, and guess what his area of expertise is?

Whoa.

Narcissistic patterns shared by serial killers and cult leaders.

He probably aspires to both.

Any connection to the victims? Two months ago, he lectured at Sterling

Heights University. That is where Victoria Everman was murdered.

Okay, but this says that there were six other authors lecturing there that

night. Right. And Crowley had a peculiar demand for the construction of his

latest book. Keep that.

It was published with a stingray leather binding.

Penelope, tell me you already know where this bastard is. I pinged his phone. He

hasn't moved all day. Let's go.

Straighten the computer. Connect the cable.

Yep.

Turn it on.

Okay.

You're a bit early.

What the fuck is... What is that? What is that? What is that?

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

What are you doing to her?

She's no longer your concern. What is?

Who's in the hot seat? Ryan.

Let your ex-wife out of that chair.

It's okay. Let's go.

It's okay. Let's go. Okay.

Now replace her. Sheila, strap him in.

What? What do you mean? Why do you... Whoa. Okay. Okay.

Okay.

You're up. All right.

Damn it.

We're in.

I'm not leverage for you.

You're leverage for me.

Very good, Sheila. Now, if you please, I need you over there.

Okay.

Let me remind you of the rules.

You get out of this chair or you trip one of my alarms on the door, the cuff

tightens, Brian dies.

As a bonus, I'll kill Laura too.

Where are you going? Don't worry, I won't be gone long.

Just have to go get arrested by the BAU.

James Crowley, put your hands above your head right now. Get the car!

No

weapons,

no trace of Laura Boyd, Garrity, or anyone else in his car.

There's his OCPD.

How do you want to play this?

Well, he's going to have answers for all of our questions.

So we will need to keep him off balance, change up who's asking. And then

if we can find a mistake in his perfectly laid plans, even better, we

create one, then he should unravel.

Emphasis on should. Can you prep the team? Rebecca needs me.

Emily, this is Deputy Commissioner Baker with the IRS.

Commissioner, we don't get to host the IRS at Quantico that often. I wish this

was a social visit.

Are you familiar with one of our agents, Sheila Watkins?

Sheila? I know she's Brian Garrity's ex-wife. I did not know she was with the

IRS. Her boyfriend reported her missing this morning.

You told me Brian kind of holds a flame for her.

Yeah. Yeah, he does.

We posted Mr. Garrity's picture at her branch office.

Should we consider him a threat?

No. If anything, he's a patsy.

It's more likely she was taken as bait to capture Brian.

Hang on.

Our unsub, James Crowley, he has a compulsion.

It doesn't allow him to leave anything extraneous. He wouldn't take Sheila just

for Brian, so she must serve some other purpose.

What does Sheila do for the IRS?

Nothing that affects her profile.

Sir, you need to let my team make that judgment. What is her posting? I'm

sorry, but we can't be of more assistance.

What was that?

I don't know.

Hey, slow down.

What's wrong? I've got James Crowley sitting in custody with a grin on his

face. I can't confront him about Brian or Sheila until I know what he intends

to do with them, otherwise he'll run circles around us.

I haven't put void on Brian's stupid podcast. Let's focus on what we can

control. What can I do to help?

Can you just find out everything you can about Agent Sheila Watkin?

Hey, Sheila. I'm just putting two and two together here while I have some

time. When our mutual captor said that I was essential to his plan,

I'm... realizing he meant in order to lure you here.

Any idea why he'd do that? Any idea what he's after?

Yeah, the scrambled eggs protocol.

Oh, scrambled eggs protocol.

And what is that again?

I'm not at liberty to say.

I see, I see. You're not at liberty to say.

And why would that be?

Because I can't trust you with the information.

And not just you, but mostly you.

Okie doke, so just trying to get a sense of the whole picture now that I have all

the pieces.

I've spent the better part of my adult life chasing conspiracies, uncovering

nothing.

And now I'm about to die in what can only be called a murder chair.

Because of a secret cabal inside the IRS that my wife can't tell me about. Do

I have that correct, dear?

No, you do not have that right, dear. Because you said wife.

It's ex-wife.

Are you crying?

No.

Brian, it has taken me a lot of therapy to get to this point.

But your tears don't work on me anymore.

Oh, that felt great.

Oh, I wonder if I'll get to tell Dr. Clyburn about this breakthrough. That's

not why I'm crying.

Do you remember the last time we were in this place together?

Of course I do.

Here's what I remember.

I remember watching you walk down this aisle and thinking, I have never seen a

more beautiful woman in my entire life.

I remember that.

And I also remember May 22, 2016.

It's the day I was promoted to special agent inside of the criminal

investigator division.

And do you know what you said to me when I told you?

Pull. Lee Harvey Oswald's tax returns for me so I could finally get some

answers.

No flowers.

No back massage.

Not even a congratulations.

And that's when I knew it was over.

Sheila, I'm sorry.

If this is the end, I need you.

to know that I'm sorry for all of it.

What are you doing?

We're both trapped. You're not going to be able to... I know. Just give me a

second.

Please don't tell Dr.

Clyburn because this is a bit of a backsliding moment for me.

Okay. I won't tell Dr. Clyburn. Okay.

I'm absolutely telling Bob, though.

I don't get it.

You studied the security doors. You watched the shift changes.

You're not getting out that way.

So where's your head?

Well, this is going to be fun.

This is you, isn't it?

Yes, that's me.

Why did you lie about who you were when you met Elias Voight in prison?

I wanted to write the definitive book about him. The only people who could see

him are family members of his victims, so I had to resort to subterfuge to

get in to see him. Is that why you arrested me? May I see your keychain,

please?

That is a different keychain from the anime one that you brought in with you

to see voice.

Mm-hmm.

I like anime.

Seriously, is this why you arrested me? No, you were arrested because the

keychain in this picture is a trophy from a murder. And because you made a

material threat against these three people.

Can you explain that?

I can, as a matter of fact.

I did my research. I listened to the podcast.

I just wanted to elicit a response that I could use in my book.

By threatening to kill Voight's family.

I was in character.

Do you know what we call this unsub?

We call him the fan.

But not because he's a fan.

Because he's a wannabe.

He's an insignificant loser whose ego is so crushed by Voight calling him

pathetic that he'll go this far.

But that isn't you.

That is not me.

You're up.

We chopped down a copy of your book. I gotta say, this binding is...

Pretty nice.

What is it?

That's Chagrin.

And what's it made out of?

Stingray leather, I think, makes the book more valuable.

Hmm.

It's beautiful.

Do you recognize this man?

Jesus. No.

Why? He was bound with leather straps while he was being tortured.

Any guess?

As to what leather was used?

Well, based on your leading questions, I'll say stingray. I don't know what it

is.

Forensics determined that a stingray leather belt was also used to strangle

Victoria Everman.

That poor woman.

Yeah.

She was a student.

At a college where you were a guest speaker.

Which one?

Sterling Heights.

I'd like to help you. I speak at a lot of colleges. Maybe sometimes a

coincidence is just that.

That reminds me of something Einstein said.

Coincidence is God's way of remaining.

Yen said they did this.

He's not God.

Even though he thinks he is.

He's just some guy who kills with a stingray belt.

I'm reaching for my waist, not grabbing a weapon.

It's cow leather. We were wrong about the allergy.

Doesn't matter.

The stingray is his signature.

If it's not functional, then it's got to be psychological.

I'm up. Have Luke on deck.

Mr. Crowley, I'm SSA David Rossi. Can I get you something coffee?

Sure. Black.

You know, I find this book.

Very interesting.

Really?

That's high praise coming from you.

Oh, no, no, no. That theory, that's trash.

I like the font.

It matches these.

Yeah, I blew these up.

You can see that.

Uh-huh. What is this?

Fan mail sent to Void.

So what do you think, James?

Looks pretty similar to me.

Oh, my publisher chose the font.

Can you prove that?

I have the original manuscripts. I prefer Arial, personally.

Would a PDF work for you?

So you didn't use a typewriter?

Agent Rossi, a typewriter.

Do you know what year it is?

All right, one.

Coffee black.

Please be careful. It's very... I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry about that.

These didn't happen.

His OCPD compelled him to design those pages in that book with great precision.

And seeing them destroyed should have set him off. He didn't even flinch.

Is that it? Do we call it?

Not yet.

We have one last card.

Lanth. I'm FFA Emily Prentiss. I'm going to walk you through the... Is that him?

That's what you're here to help us figure out.

Not really sure I can help at all. I never saw his face.

But you heard his voice, right?

Briefly, yes, but...

There's mostly reading off a screen.

Briefly could work.

Just take your time, listen, concentrate.

Okay.

We're ready.

Read this, please.

I need you to follow my instructions.

Can you read it again?

Again.

I need you to follow my instructions.

No.

No, it's not him.

Lance, are you sure?

This is your chance to hold the man who hurt you responsible.

No.

Not even close. Sorry.

That confirmed it. James Crowley is the fan.

How? Lance couldn't ID the voice.

Here's the card Crowley read. He said, need instead of want, twice.

And that is the exact same phrase that Lance recalled from being tortured.

Guys, it's very clever.

It's also very circumstantial.

Legally, we can hold James Crowley for 72 hours.

But by that time, Brian, Sheila, and Laura will be dead, so... Unless... we

let him go, I tail him myself, and he leads us to them?

Great idea.

Rebecca, also, I would like to put a protective detail on Lance here, because

A, he may actually need it, and B, and this is a capital B, I don't trust him.

You got it.

How long do you think I'll be?

However long you need to stall for.

Where's Lance Kingston?

Restaurant. You didn't go with him?

No.

Lance?

Find Prentiss. Tell her Lance Kingston has escaped. Yep, on it.

Is there another exit?

No, he's just waiting us out.

Here we go.

Hell It's a tire spike We

need an emergency tail on a great Chevy Malibu license plate Victor one

tango kilo Juliet one zero turning north on 7th Street

Let's get started.

No, I won't do it.

Hey, Brian.

Want to hear something interesting?

When you go into witness protection, you still need to get paid, right? No matter

how well the marshals hide you, no matter how well they scramble the eggs,

so to speak, they still have to coordinate with the IRS.

Your ex-wife is the official liaison with the WITFEC program.

She's going to help me find some very special people.

Maybe you don't hear so good.

The lady said no.

And if you're stupid enough to go to the BAU, I'm pretty sure my team is smart

enough to tail you back here.

Your team?

Are you an agent now? I'm a consultant.

Oh, right on time!

Hurry, he's got a gun! We're in here!

Lance? What? You were right. They did try to tell me, but Lance here was my

ace in the hole all along. He disabled Rossi's vehicle with a tire spike.

Lance, for God's sake, he branded you!

He has Laura.

He said if I helped him, he'd let her go.

Hey, Lance.

It's Lance, yeah? I don't know you, but believe me when I say that you can't

trust this man.

I do believe you.

Where is she?

Easy, Lance.

Easy.

See this phone right here? It has Laura's GPS on it.

Now.

After you put the gun down, I can unlock it.

And then you can rescue her. No, no, no. If I die, Laura dies.

Because where I put her, no one's going to find her.

Congratulations.

You'll finally get to be the knight in shining armor.

I'm sorry.

You know what main character syndrome is?

We all think we're the hero in our own life story.

But we're not.

And when you realize you're not the main character, you become aware of your

role in a bigger game.

A game where every outcome has been predetermined.

All that poor kid ever did.

Because of you.

And that was his role.

Well, you didn't have to kill him to make that point to me.

I wasn't making it to you.

Still want to be the main character?

How well do you think that's going to work out?

Emergency dispatch couldn't pick up the tail.

Crowley's gone.

Okay, so between that and Lance... Yeah. He planned for all of it.

All we have left are Sheila and Brian.

Well, Tara and Rebecca are getting into the Sheila of it all. They keep hitting

this weird wall, a wall with a sign on it that says, Wizard, you shall not

pass.

You know, it's funny. I can't even recall how many times Brian Garrity

almost got me fired.

Well... There was a time that he exposed you for coming back from the dead. There

was a time he got you arrested. That's twice.

But I'm not counting, and it's irrelevant. Sorry.

No, it's not, actually.

Because when I did die, I knew it was coming.

I knew for, I don't know, hours.

Maybe a day before.

And I was so scared.

I was so scared.

And that must be what Brian and Sheila are feeling right now.

As crazy as he makes me, I never wanted this for him.

I wouldn't want that for anyone.

Knowing Brian, he probably thinks he could figure a way out.

He doesn't know he's up against someone who's already outsmarted him.

That was his mistake.

Brian. No.

Crowley.

We have been trying to find his mistake, and it has been there all along.

Brian Garrity is an agent of chaos that no one can plan for. You want to hang

our entire profiling strategy on a man who has been a headache to us ever

since, I don't know, forever?

Yes.

Crowley has to.

Two victims secured in an unknown location, so we need to start the GEO

profile here. When was Sheila's last call?

This morning to her boyfriend, and then the line went dead. And Brian?

Three hours later, unknown number. So Crowley took Sheila to entice Brian. He

likes that. He likes emotional leverage.

Except Brian is a suspicious guy.

He should have seen that coming. Instead, he left his phone behind.

That's right.

Because he thought he was going to see his ex-wife.

He didn't think he was walking into a trap.

So it must be a place that has meaning to them both.

Yes, so we need to go over the history of their relationship, assemble the

whole team. If we find them, we find Crowley.

Do you know who it is? Who he's having you look for? No. The protocol won't

show names, just addresses and code numbers.

He gave me a list of parameters.

It's someone in the Philadelphia area who was recently issued increased

security. The smallest.

Hey. Hey.

I may have figured a way out of here.

Shut up. Shut up.

Sheila.

Think about what happens next.

You give him what he wants, and then we're both dead.

Now, I don't see any point in that, do you?

I swear, if you tell me wait for my signal, I will kill you myself.

Understood.

But wait for my signal.

And, sweetheart, this time it's going to work.

No, not yet.

Do you really think you could do this without becoming him?

I'm only going to do what I have to do.

Ooh, so you're not gonna kill anybody?

Not if I can help it.

Not if you can help it? Where have I heard that before?

Oh, yeah.

Every time you were Sicarius, then you'd...

Come home and you look at your wife and kids sleeping and you'd say to yourself

I'm never gonna do that again Not if I can help it

Stop trying to be someone you're not

Did

you get anywhere on Sheila no Apparently the IRS is great at hiding stuff when

you are the one auditing them.

This agent, Sheila Watkins, has an exemplary work record right up until May

22, 2016, and then her work assignments go unlisted, even though she is still

drawing a salary. What about their married life? Oh, I have a wellspring of

information on the tumultuous union between Sheila Watkins and Brian

Garrity, working backwards from their divorce in 2017, where they cited the

all-encompassing umbrella of irreconcilable differences.

Sheila got the house and the divorce. She moved in with her boyfriend. There's

no renter. It's unoccupied right now. JJ Tara, go check that out. Okay, what

else? Think neutral territory, happy memories.

Where did they honeymoon?

Horseshoe Bay. Where is that? The Bermuda Triangle.

Okay, keep working backward, Woods.

They're a wedding. If there was, where did they get married? Where did they

meet? Okay, they got married in 2008 at St. Michael's Church. And I found an old

social media post of them meeting at a local anime convention at the Civic

Center. Anime would appeal to Crowley's OCPD, Luke Tyler.

You go check that out. Dave and I will take the church. Where is it?

Alexandria. It was under renovation as of three months ago. It's still empty.

Okay, let's move.

Wait, hold on a minute.

There's a fat link internet connection.

It's connected to...

Sensors on all the doors. Not something you find on an average renovation job.

Certainly not. And based on the signal coming from the sensors, Crowley's in

some sort of trap. Nobody's getting in or out.

Penelope, you're coming with us to jam that signal and get us in. Let's go.

Okay.

Move

aside.

Who are they?

They're just numbers.

They're not just numbers. They're living, breathing people.

Not for much longer.

Well, well, well.

Look who's had everything go his way.

There's just one small problem. Teeny, tiny little problem.

Can you guess what it is?

Uh, I know there's no problem. Not true.

Maybe double check the connection.

Not. Not that connection.

Wow. You really can't see it?

You're bluffing.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Why don't you come a little closer and I'll whisper it in your ear.

Hmm. Or I could just press this button.

Uh-uh-uh-uh. What's good for the goose named Lance is good for the gander named

you.

If I die.

Your screw-up dies with me. You'll never know.

I'm okay with that.

Fine. I'll tell you.

I'll tell you what's been under your nose this whole time.

Ryan.

I'm starting to get bored.

It's a person.

That person has a name.

And that name is...

Special Agent Garrity.

Special Agent Garrity, that's the signal. Oh!

Kill who?

The man. The man who wanted me to.

Oh, my God. Brian, he's choking. He's inside. You have to hurry. We will,

officer. Take her. Secure the perimeter. Let's move. All units.

James Crowley is still in the area.

Alarm's off. If Crowley set something up, it's already triggered.

Stay behind me and stay close.

Okay.

I can't shut it off. It's powered internally.

Dave, cut him loose.

We've got to get him down.

Okay.

How far out is medical?

Two minutes out.

It's a church. They might still have an AED. On it.

Check his airway.

Nothing blocking, nothing broken.

But I'm not getting a pulse.

He's in hypoxic shock.

His brain stopped telling his lungs and heart to work.

Penelope! Found it!

Hook him up.

On the top.

What's on the side?

Charging.

Charge. Clear.

God damn it, Brian.

I'm so, so, so afraid.

I was so, so afraid.

Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side. Charge. Clear.

Emily, don't. No, this is what we learned in our CPR class.

Oh,

no,

not I.

I will survive.

How are you feeling?

Special Agent Garrity, that was the signal?

I am Special Agent Watkins.

Can you put a little respect on my name?

You really did save my life, though.

Thank you.

Sheila?

Sheila!

Sheila, baby, I'm here.

I gotta... Sheila. Bob!

Bob! Oh, honey.

Oh, honey, I love you. I'm so glad you're okay.

How you doing?

Did you catch him?

No. But with Sheila's help, we'll find out where he's heading with Laura, and

we will stop him.

You know, one could almost say that, uh...

Brian Garrity blew this entire case wide open.

I hate disco, but I love

karaoke.

Oh, well, I hate karaoke, but

I'd do it for a friend.

The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.

Mahatma Gandhi

All clear on cell 2B03MH5.

Contact.

Good luck.