All language subtitles for Criminal Minds s19e10 Badder Blood.eng

Previously on
Criminal Minds: Evolution...

-(whimpering)
-You saved my life.

Roxy. Her name was Roxy.

Whatever you have to say,

you can say it.

I don't have to.

I wrote it down.

"Dad, I know the truth.

I know you are
a serial killer murderer."

That's not the truth.

Liar!

-(overlapping yelling)
-(alarm ringing)

LEWIS:
See that keychain?

It's an anime character.

Extremely similar
to the artwork that we found

-in Victoria Everman's
apartment. -PRENTISS: A trophy

from the Fan's first kill.

Everything that we thought
was collateral damage

serves a purpose to him.

Laura Boyd is our priority.

REBECCA:
Philadelphia PD didn't get there in time.

-JJ: This guy
is one step ahead of us. -(choking)

Do you know who it is?
Who he's having you look for?

Someone who was recently issued
increased security.

VOIT:
Where'd you get that?

I'll fucking kill you.

You're not gonna
fucking kill me.

You're not even gonna
have me arrested.

'Cause you know
I wouldn't have walked

in here if I didn't have
a plan for this.

Now who's pathetic?

ROSSI:
Someone smarter than you

-is hunting your family.
-He's not gonna get to them.

We have
a possible medical situation.

Cell 2B03.

(groaning)

? ?

? ?

(sighs)

CROWLEY:
The dark triad.

Narcissism.

Machiavellianism.

Psychopathy.

The unique synergism

of these three nonpathological
personality traits

predisposed this man

to callous conduct

that inevitably evolved
into acts of violence.

(sniffs)

Benjamin David Merva

went from follower
of the Separatarian Sect

to leader of a splinter faith
group known as the Believers,

maintaining his hold on power,

as well as...

satisfying
his own predatory impulses

by engaging in a series
of sacrificial killings.

Strangling his victims.

But after 299 victims,

Merva's mistake-

excuse me...
(chuckles softly)

...his apprehension-

results from the same reason,
ironically, as his ascension:

the dark triad,

which beguiles
Merva's fractured psyche...

(grunts softly)

(student clears throat)

...and fortifies his blind faith

in his own invincibility...

(student coughing)

...which makes him
incapable of accepting

that he could ever be made
to answer for his crimes.

-Thanks again for coming.
-(soft chatter)

Dr. Crowley, that was
a really cool talk.

I mean, it was a little-
it was creepy,

-but it was very cool.
-Yes.

What's your name?

Laura.

And I have a- I mean,
it's a super weird question,

but I just wanted to get
your professional opinion.

Um...

I just broke up
with my boyfriend.

Lance. And, um...

and it didn't...

Uh, how do I want to say this?

I don't know,
but, basically, um,

he went from being terrific
to being terrible

in, like, record time,

and I just was curious
if you think

I should, like, get a...

like, a restraining order
or something.

Well, to be fair
to both parties, Laura,

I shouldn't pass judgment.

But if Lance demonstrated
intense mood swings...

(inhales sharply)

...he could be exhibiting
a personality disorder

that may well pose
a physical threat.

Seriously?

And yet the problem
with you going to court

and securing
a protective order-

it'll give you
a false sense of security,

because, truthfully,

such measures only deter
men who fear the law.

Yeah.

Thank you for coming tonight.

Yeah.

STUDENT:
Dr. Crowley, i-is it true

that some of the information
that we've gone over

from today's lecture...

(continues indistinctly)

? ?

(student continues speaking
indistinctly)

I-I was just wondering
how a man like that

could get away with
so many kill counts.

? ?

(horns honking in distance)

(soft chatter)

(sighs)

I'm just never gonna get it.

I mean, I hate math.

Don't think of it as math.

Think of it as... coding.

Like for a video game, okay?

So if you have a recursion
without a proper base case-

(chuckles)
I don't know.

You got something
that sounds a lot like math.

-Erik...
-Seriously.

I mean, you might as well
be speaking Mandarin to me.

Which is the other midterm I'm
probably gonna fail tomorrow.

You're not gonna fail anything.

? ?

Who you calling?

Campus police. I...

-Why?
-Somebody's following us.

(sighs)

We're fine.

You know who that is?

Sort of.

Is there something
you want to tell me?

It's not a big deal.

Don't worry about it.

But I am worried about it.

That's why you're so damn cute.

(both chuckle softly)

Call me after your midterm.

(chuckles)

(phone keys clacking)

(line ringing)

Reece here.

Marshal Reece.

You mind backing off a little?

You're scaring my friends.

Copy.

(phone beeps)

(sighs)

(insects trilling)

(yelps)

? ?

ROSSI:
"The best weapon against an enemy

is another enemy."

Friedrich Nietzsche.

(footsteps approaching)

-Voit has escaped.
-What?

You really got to hand it
to these Butler boys.

It's not like he dug a tunnel

or scaled a wall. Oh, no.

He knocked out a couple
of guards, took a uniform

and some car keys, and
he walked out the front door.

-When?
-Six hours ago.

So now, to prevent a panic,

I've ordered a news blackout
for the next 12 hours.

And since Voit is now armed
and clearly dangerous,

I've authorized the use
of deadly force to stop him.

Shoot on sight
is for terrorists.

And now for one of
the most prolific serial killers

of all time.

Voit didn't kill the guards?

No. Thank God.

I know
this is gonna sound crazy,

but Voit doesn't pose a threat
to the general public.

Yeah. That sounds crazy.

PRENTISS:
No. Based on his profile,

the reason for his escape
has to be to hunt down

and kill James Crowley.

Because Crowley
threatened his family.

He's not gonna hurt anyone else.

Well, I'm not taking
any chances.

Because it was your profile

and Penelope Garcia's testimony

that set him up in this place,

when he should've been
in the highest security prison.

ROSSI: Hey.
The only reason Voit got

special treatment is because
you made a deal with the guy.

Director, we will find him.

And you will end him.

? ?

(keys clacking)

ROSSI:
That is a nice trick,

swapping out the license plates
on this car.

But don't you think
the BAU told the local cops

-to pull over every car...
-(sighs)

...that even remotely looks like

the one you drove out of Butler?

Yeah. Maybe. But they're
not the ones calling the shots.

True. And those powers that be
don't want to create a panic.

Which means
I got a few more hours

before they put on
the full-court press.

So, what if you can't find
this guy?

-(choking)
-(creaking)

I'll find him.

And he'll be expecting me.

(horn honking in distance)

(panting, grunting)

Laura.

You're scared

and, um... (chuckles)

...uncomfortable.

But you're not gonna die.

That's not your purpose to me.

(inhales sharply, exhales)

You're a messenger.

Of sorts.

(whimpering)

I... I-I don't...

I don't understand.

Of course. How could you?

How could you? Now...
(inhales sharply)

...you can only serve
your purpose

if you do precisely
as I've instructed.

I...

-I will.
-Great.

? ?

(grunting)

REBECCA:
Holly Voit is missing.

Marshals have Sydney and Harlow
in protective custody,

but Holly is...

They have no fucking clue.

She's a freshman
under the surname "McCoy"

at Tollden College.

In the past, she's been known

to try to ditch
her marshal chaperones.

And last night,

after she called to ask them
to give her some space,

they completely lost her.

JJ:
Crowley has her

and Laura Boyd.

But how did he find Holly?

(gasps)
The Scrambled Eggs Protocol.

That's what he needed

to force out
of Garrity's ex Sheila.

It's the back door

to help him locate Voit's family

by using their tax filings
from when they entered WITSEC.

But if this really is Crowley,

why wouldn't he just kill Holly

and then go after
the rest of the family?

LEWIS:
Because...

he needs to sacrifice Holly
in front of Voit.

-What?
-Crowley's constant game-playing

and taunting
of both Voit and us,

his sudden shifts
between his own victimology

and his obsession with Sicarius,

it all is starting to reveal
a man at psychological war

with the two sides of himself.

GREEN:
One side represented

by the symbolism
of those typewriter fonts,

the other expressed by his
mastery of modern technology.

One side,
the man he thinks he is.

The other,
the god he hopes to be.

And that conflict
truly makes him feel pathetic.

But there is one thing
that could calm those waters.

And it would be,
once and for all,

to surpass his idol.

PRENTISS:
He can't beat

Voit's body count,

so the best way he can see
himself surpassing Voit

is if he can destroy
the man himself.

First emotionally,
then physically.

And Holly's death would
be that first step.

ALVEZ:
And, true to form, Laura Boyd

is being used as bait
to lure us away

from interfering
with their showdown.

It certainly wasn't hard
to trigger Voit

into breaking out of Butler,

but how can Crowley be so sure

that Voit will know
where to find him?

Deena Ryan.

Look, Crowley chose her
on purpose.

Voit knows her history

and Crowley's history
cross somewhere.

And we need to find
that crossroads.

JJ, Dave, I want you

to follow up with whatever
you can on Deena Ryan.

Luke, Tyler, Penelope,

review everything we have
on Laura Boyd

and Lance Kingston.

Rebecca and Tara,

now that the marshals are
willing to cooperate, let's see

if we can find anything
in Holly's recent activity

that can tell us anything.

-(keys clacking)
-(trilling)

(computer chimes)

What?

(mouse clicks)

Oh, please. Oh, please.

Um...

-(beeps)
-(exhales)

Emily, I-I'm gonna need you
to come and see something.

Like, now. Like, right now.

Okay.

(beeps)

-(shuddering exhale)
-(keys clacking)

Oh, my God.

Hello, Penelope.

It's me, Laura.

(exhales)

Um...

You must listen to me, Penelope.

-(door opens)
-And you must believe

every word.

If you want to save my life,

you must make sure that no one

stands in the way of Elias Voit
reaching his destination.

We don't know his destination,

so how could we stand
in his way?

Do you understand?

Yes, I do. We do.

Good.

Because there's no reason
for me to die.

But I'm willing
to be sacrificed.

For the greater good.

-(breathing heavily)
-(mouthing)

Can you trace this?

-I'm certainly gonna try.
-(keys clacking)

-(zapping)
-(yells)

(pained groaning)

LEWIS:
She's being electrocuted.

No!

No, please!

-No, please!
-Son of a bitch.

(yelling)

Stop! (panting)

(Laura whimpers)

(exhales)

GARCIA:
Crowley has it rigged

so if I even try

to identify the route
for the ISP,

I'm gonna get Laura shocked.

Jesus fucking Christ.

There has to be
a way to find her.

Not digitally, there isn't.

LAURA (weakly):
Now that you have been warned,

I shall continue...

to remain safe.

And when God so chooses to...

offer his mercy,

I shall be...

set free.

(sighs)

-Drink.
-No.

It's fine.
It's a protein shake.

Get away from me!

You're gonna need your strength.

Fuck you.

(Crowley sighs)

(Crowley inhales sharply,
exhales)

Do you believe in providence?

My father revealed
its meaning to me.

And he knew the truth.

Embodied it.

The universe has
always done for me

what I could not do

for myself.

Like that night that you came
to listen to my talk

at Bogner.

And afterwards, you even...

stood in a long line

to ask me a question.

Remember what you asked me?

Hi, Mr. Crowley.

Hello.

You mention
this thing in your book

I was curious about.

The serial killer gene.

And you say that the whole idea

is a simplification
that doesn't reflect-

The very complex realities of
human development and behavior.

Now, of course, some genes,

uh, such as MAO-A

and CDH13,

yes, they've been associated
with aggression,

but the fact is

there's no single cause
for violent actions.

That's why I discuss
how the dark-

So, in your research,

you've never encountered anybody

who felt as if maybe
they'd inherited their...

dark side from a parent?

Why do you ask?

I don't know.

It's kind of a scary thought.

And I was wondering
just how real it could be.

Killers begetting killers?

Something like that.

Your father,
is-is he aggressive?

My dad's dead.

(exhales)
Honestly,

it was strange to me,

even though you were
in witness protection,

that you'd chosen to fashion the
illusion of your father's death.

And then, as I was digging
through his court records...

(laughs)

...I read where...

you'd even snuck a shiv
into Stoneward Penitentiary,

-tried to kill him yourself-
-That's not true!

I didn't want to...
(sniffles)

I was angry about all the shit
my mom was going through,

-and-
-Yeah.

And you figured,

"If I were to get Daddy out
of the picture..."

You sick fuck. You're twisting
everything around.

-I'm stating facts, Holly.
-The fact is

my dad is smarter than you.

And when he gets here,

he is going to fucking kill you.

Yeah.

You're probably right.

(breathing heavily)

? ?

(sniffs)

But he's not gonna kill me
before he gets to see

your blood spilled out
all over my floor.

? ?

Despite the news blackout,
we have received a few

confused reports
of Voit sightings

across the southeastern states.

Confused
because nobody's expecting

to see Voit out of a cage.

The frequency of the sightings
suggests he's heading south.

If you think that Voit's final
destination is James Crowley,

then where the hell
is Crowley now?

Somewhere in Florida.

It looks like our road map
begins and ends

with one of Voit's victims,
Deena Ryan.

He found her on 2nd Street
in the town of Tulock.

It's about 60 miles west
of Tallahassee.

She was handing out pamphlets
for a revival meeting

for a faith group that called
itself "the Columns."

Look familiar?

REBECCA:
That's the same font Crowley used

in his messages
to Voit and Garrity.

And the same as what was
branded into Lance Kingston.

The Columns?
Is that some kind of cult?

They would not have
described themselves as such,

but they were bankrolled
by their founder and leader...

...Alexander Westcott.

-Hmm.
-JJ: Westcott was the black sheep

of an old-money family

that owned several businesses
in the Southeast.

Including some
printing companies.

ROSSI:
Now, even though this guy professed

some deep spiritual convictions,

that didn't stop him
from being accused and acquitted

of sex crimes in the late '90s
and early 2000s.

Yeah, one of the victims
even testified

that he tied her up
with leather belts.

Westcott died of a heart attack
while awaiting trial in 2008.

And as far as we know,

the Columns passed away
with him.

But this Westcott,
he sounds like

he has to be connected
to Crowley somehow.

ROSSI:
You bet he is.

Because even though
he was married,

he had a mistress,
a woman named...

Margot Crowley.

JJ: And her son James was
born in Kensington, Pennsylvania,

in 1969.

If Voit's heading south,
it means he thinks he needs

to go back to where
he and Crowley met Deena Ryan.

Which means he's on his way
to Tulock, Florida.

GARCIA:
Hey, Laura, can you hear me?

Yes, I can.

Thank you.

There is no reason
to compromise my safety.

(sighs) Even when you engage her
in casual conversation,

she still sounds like
she's reading from a script.

You think Crowley is keeping
his eyes on her the whole time?

ALVEZ:
It doesn't really make sense.

She's here to distract us,
not him.

Yeah, but what
we're failing to remember

is Crowley's tech acumen.

H-He's monitoring her 24/7.

He's probably set up some sort
of AI algorithmic tap

that's feeding her lines
that she's reading off,

and then, meanwhile,
he's off "preparing" for Voit.

Hey, Penelope,
can you throw a freeze-frame

-to the screen back here?
-Totally.

Do you see something?

Maybe.

? ?

ALVEZ:
It looks like, uh, an old industrial space.

Yeah, but right there...
Hey, Penelope,

can you enhance the top right
corner of the frame?

Copy you.

Wow, that brings back memories.

Of what?

GREEN:
You see that, um,

fragmented fiberglass
material there?

Yeah, it looks like
some kind of sound baffling.

GREEN:
Yeah, that's exactly what it is.

And I once had to try
to install a shit ton of it

at an undisclosed location
in Afghanistan.

That's a long story.
Anyway, this one looks like

this stuff called QuadroFiber.

Yeah, that's a more
recent product, and that

looks like
an old industrial space.

Yeah, it does, right?

So, I'm thinking we need
to check out

if this rich Westcott family
ever made an effort

to modernize a factory,

but then gave up
and closed it anyway.

GARCIA: I'm gonna have that answer
in a hop and a skip and a jump.

And here it is.

Uh, Westcott Printing,
Incorporated.

It's a typewriter factory,

and it's located
in downtown Philadelphia.

All right, look, we can't just
go rushing in there.

Crowley's got cameras
and sensors all over the place.

Yeah, we're gonna need some kind
of a distraction of our own.

Yeah, you totally will.

And I have an idea.

-Okay.
-(keyboard clacking)

(soft rustling)

(exhales)

(elevator bell dings)

(indistinct chatter)

(phone ringing)

I know where you are.

Well, not exactly.

I will when I trace this call.

Are Sydney and Harlow okay?

Yes. He only got to Holly.

(sighs)
'Cause he couldn't resist,

'cause she's his type.
Look, I have to handle this.

Nobody else needs to get hurt.

You know I can't agree to that.

-Hello, Penelope.
-Hello, Elias.

I'm sorry.

I fucked you over.

When this is all done,
the blowback's gonna come back

on you hard
because you went to bat for me.

Well, I appreciate that. Uh...

So, why don't you do me a solid
and surrender

and let us save Holly?

I would if I could,
but you can't.

If Crowley doesn't get me down
on my knees, then Holly's dead.

If I can get there,
I might be able to help her.

Why call if you don't
want any help?

I just want to hear your voice.

And...

say goodbye.

? ?

Elias...

I know this fucker
is threatening

the life of your child,
but trust me,

you are not the guy
you used to be.

He's lying in wait,
ready for you.

So, please, we need to help you.

(gasps softly)

(exhales)

(phone beeps)

-(call beeps off)
-(sighs) Okay.

What I just learned
from that phone trace is...

sir, you were right
about Tulock.

He's on his way there.

And additional information

I have learned
is that I have IDed

a property that used to belong
to the Westcott family trust.

It was gifted
to a one Margot Crowley.

That property is 30 miles south
on the Gulf Coast.

It's a circuitous route,
Voit is in a car,

which means you might be able
to catch up to him?

Okay. Emily, JJ and I
are wheels-up,

but we can't make a move
until Laura Boyd is free.

? ?

(engine approaching)

Penelope. What are you seeing?

I spy with my bespectacled eyes

six cameras,

all of which I will now
piggyback upon.

Smiles, everyone.

I hate to be this guy,

but how will we even know
if this is working?

Oh, ye of little faith
and so much temerity.

This is part one,
and it's Jiffy Lube.

Part two is where
things get wonky,

'cause once you get in there,

I'm not gonna be able
to help you.

Be frickin' careful.

(monitor beeping)

LAURA:
Penelope?

There are agents outside.

If they make entry, I will die.

Yes, Laura. We know.

They will not move.

GARCIA:
Keep milling around.

I'm still looping the video.

(keyboard clacking)

Okay. It's activated.

Go, go, go, go.

-Let's hit it.
-On me. Let's go.

HOLLY:
If they found her,

I bet they're
on their way here, too.

I'm counting on it.

Laura, listen to me.

No matter what happens next,
we are going to protect you.

I am willing to be sacri...
sacrificed...

No. No, no. You know I d...

Penelope Garcia,
whoever you are,

wherever you are, I- look,
I am so fucking scared, okay?

This guy, he killed Lance.

There's no way
he doesn't kill me, too.

I have seen his face.

(clicks tongue)

I know, Laura.

I know.
And you're being super brave.

Garcia. Cut Crowley's audio.

GARCIA:
Done.

LEWIS: Laura, we're the FBI.
We're gonna get you out of here.

AGENT:
Spread out.

ALVEZ:
Keep your eyes on the camera.

Heads up. Camera overhead.

ALVEZ:
Okay. Crowley's set

to light this place up.
Garcia was right.

That plate underneath Laura,
it's a pressure plate.

It takes over
if the Wi-Fi gets cut.

(breathes deeply)

Okay, here's the deal.

I say Garcia cuts the signal,
the camera's off,

I get in there,
apply pressure to that plate

long enough for you
to cut Laura loose

and get the hell out of here.

Come on, Luke.
What happens to you?

Pressure plates are wonky.

I-I should have a few seconds
that I can run for cover.

Plus, it's a directional blast,
so I can run the other way.

(whimpering softly)

There's got to be another way.

We don't have time.

? ?

(exhales)

I got this.

Penelope.

I need you to jam
all the signals

coming out of this place

in three,

two, one. Now.

I poked Crowley's eyes out.

Go.

LEWIS:
Careful, careful.

ALVEZ:
Pads are off.

-GREEN: Arms are free.
-ALVEZ: Come on, let's go.

-Oh...
-ALVEZ: Don't worry.

You got her?

GREEN:
Here we go, here we go.

-With me, with me. Here, here.
-Thank you.

-LEWIS: We're clear. Let's go.
-GREEN: Let's go. We're going.

-Thank you.
-Go!

GREEN:
This way.

(panting)

You need not fear the arrow.

(grunts)

(beeping)

Come on, come on, come on.

? ?

(glass shatters in distance)

(flame whooshes)

? ?

(barking)

(barking)

(exhales)

-LAURA: Oh, my...
-GREEN: She needs medical.

-Okay, let's go.
-Yeah.

(distant sirens wailing)

(groans, exhales)

Luke.

Are you all right?

-Yeah.
-LEWIS: Yeah?

I'm okay.

Where's the dog?

Uh, what-what dog, champ?

The search dog.

? ?

Sure you're okay, buddy?

Yeah. Fine.

LEWIS:
(sighs) All right.

Let's get you checked out,
all right?

(sighs)

The universe doing for me

what I cannot do for myself.

? ?

If your father truly loved you,

why do you think
he risked your life

by leading a double life?

Why do you think
he built you up,

filled you with dreams,
plans for your future

he knew one day
would all come crashing down?

(gasps, choking)

Answer me.

You're... scared.

(gasps, coughing)

(door closes)

? ?

(inhales sharply)

Our 12-hour window is closed,

but of course,
it didn't take long

for "Sicarius killer
on the loose"

to be the top story.

But honestly, I'm just relieved

that you were able
to rescue Laura Boyd.

How is she?

Well, physically,
she's doing well,

but with the emotional
roller coaster she's been on,

she'll need some time.

-Did she ID Crowley?
-ROSSI: She did.

Does she know where he is?

-No, but...
-Uh, Director,

Crowley's been able to give us
the bait and switch before,

so we need to make
absolutely sure

we're not chasing
our tails on this one.

-But, uh, we are close.
-MADISON: Okay.

I'll have
the Tallahassee division

standing by to back you up.

Thank you.
We will update you shortly.

-(call beeps off)
-Sorry.

If Madison were
to send his people

to back us up, then...

They're gonna shoot on sight,
and Voit's a dead man.

Which is what he's wanted ever
since he woke up from that coma.

All that guilt, crushing him.

All the guilt over his crimes.

Guilt over losing his family.

I mean, Crowley sure knew

what button to push
to reactivate Voit.

The problem is,
he's not Sicarius.

Not anymore.
Now he's just a desperate dad.

Meaning he's no match
for Crowley.

He doesn't stand a chance.

And Holly may pay the price.

(seabirds calling)

(vehicle door closes)

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CROWLEY:
You do not...

disappoint.

You think I'm afraid to die?

Where is she?

You tell me.

You found your way here,
didn't you?

Surely, you must have put
yourself back in the mindset.

Didn't you ask yourself,

"If I were gonna use
a man's daughter as enticement,

where would I hold her?"

You are going to tell me
where she is

or you are going
to wish you were dead.

Okay, take your best shot,
but you should know better,

'cause I hold all the cards.

My submission?
That's what you want?

On your knees.

Tell me where she is,
and I'll submit.

This isn't up for negotiation.

If you kill her,
I will kill you.

I die, she dies.

You're not really willing
to pay that price, whereas I am,

so as I said,
there's nothing to negotiate.

(breathing heavily)

(gun clanks on table)

That's right.

Anything to save
your little girl.

Maybe you still can.

Get up.

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-Holly. Holly.
-Daddy. Daddy.

-You okay? You okay?
-Daddy...

-(device beeps)
-(screams)

-(electricity discharges)
-Fuck!

All right, everyone, listen up.
No matter what you have heard,

there are to be no shots fired

until we have safely secured
the hostage Holly Voit.

Are we clear?

-Mm-hmm.
-Mm-hmm.

Good. Lock down the perimeter.

(grunting)

Dad. Get me out of here.

-(panting) Okay.
-Please. Please.

VOIT:
Oh, Jesus. (grunts)

Okay. Okay.

Come on. You okay?

I love you, Dad.

Honey, I love you.
I love you. Okay.

Go outside, there's a car
waiting for you.

-I'll be right there. Just go.
-What-what are you gonna...

Go. I'll be right out. Go.

(Voit shouts)

-(shouts)
-(grunting)

-(grunting)
-(clattering)

(straining)

(exhales, chokes)

(groaning)

(straining):
Elias.

Look who's come to save you.

Daddy's little girl.

Die, you fucker! (shouts)

(Holly screaming)

Stop. Hey, stop.

Hey, stop. Stop, stop.

Stop, stop.

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It's all right. It's all right.

-I couldn't let him...
-I know. I know.

-I know.
-ROSSI (distant): FBI!

-Thank God.
-VOIT: No.

-No, no, no.
-What... what-what's wrong?

I can't let them take you away
from me. Look at- just-just...

trust me, okay?

-Come on. Here. Here.
-(footsteps approaching)

Voit, drop the weapon.

Now.

Holly. You're gonna be okay.

Stand up.

Come on.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(grunts softly)

Dad!

Holly. It's okay.

It's okay. It has to be
like this, all right?

-I'm sorry, I...
-No. No, you didn't do anything.

This is all my fault.

All of it. I'm sorry.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

Okay?

-I love you.
-(quietly): Wait...

MADISON:
And so, Elias Voit was taken into custody

by the Leon County
Sheriff's Department,

and then later transferred

to the custody
of the U.S. Marshals.

But my question is,
why was any of that necessary

when the directive had been
to shoot on sight?

When SSA Jareau and I
made entry,

we found Voit's daughter
was being held hostage

in the same room where he had
just stabbed Crowley,

so, to be honest,
neither Agent Jareau nor I

felt it was appropriate
or necessary

to execute her father
in front of her.

I see.

With regard to Holly Voit,

I'd like to draw
your attention to exhibit C,

the photo of the injuries
to the palm of her hand.

You wouldn't say
they appear to be consistent

with a knife
slipping out of her hand

during the act of stabbing?

Perhaps stabbing James Crowley?

No.

No? Let me then
draw your attention

to exhibit F through exhibit J.

Is that not James Crowley's
blood all over her clothes?

Director,

the cuts on Holly Voit's hand
are, in my experience,

far more consistent
with defensive wounds.

Uh, from when a victim,
reflexively,

has tried to stop a perpetrator
from stabbing them

by grabbing the blade.

Reflexively?

Yes.

The "fight" in fight-or-flight.

Are there any other questions?

All right, then.

For the record,
following the submission

of this board's
full after-action report

to the attorney general,
the inquiry

into the escape and apprehension

of Elias Voit
will be officially closed.

Thank you, SSA Rossi.

And thank you,
Director Madison.

How are you feeling?

I'm... not sure.

Your mother is on her way.

Do you have
to tell her what happened?

You can tell her yourself.

What she doesn't know
can't hurt her.

Actually,
there are only three people

who really know what happened.

One of them is dead.

And we know your father would do
anything to protect you,

-because...
-Where is he?

Never mind.

Your dad knows

only we would understand.

And Holly?

We will be here for you.

Yeah.

But I'll be fine.

REBECCA:
I have it on good authority

that in the board of inquiry's
final report,

Director Madison is
officially commending the BAU

for its use of restraint
in apprehending Elias Voit.

High praise indeed.

He also, even more surprisingly,

reaffirms the BAU's profile
of Voit

as posing
a minimal threat level.

Really?

W-What does that mean for Voit?

Well, apparently, very little.

As of this morning,
he was transferred

from FCI Butler
to an undisclosed,

high-security
federal penitentiary...

...where I am told
he will be serving out

the remainder of his 63
consecutive life sentences.

Well, 64,

now that Voit says that
he plans to plead guilty

to the murder of James Crowley.

So, does this mean
it's all over?

That we've seen
the last of Voit?

REBECCA:
As far as Director Madison is concerned,

Elias Voit shall not darken
the door of the BAU ever again.

LEWIS:
A-And why is that? Because they're just gonna

throw him down a hole
and forget about him?

ALVEZ:
And I say, let the door

slam him in the ass
on his way out of here.

Luke, it doesn't
feel wrong to you?

I'm with Luke.
Whoever or whatever

Voit is now, it needs
to be buried so far down,

it denies all the oxygen
to his so-called celebrity.

Why risk inspiring another fan?

LEWIS:
Look, I hear what you're saying,

but I still think we could
learn a lot from the guy.

I just wish there was some way
for him to be there for Holly.

Hasn't he done enough damage?

PRENTISS:
Guys, clearly, we have all been

affected by this crazy ride
we've been on.

But no matter your opinions
on the man,

his future is way above
our pay grade, so...

wheels down.

Let's go home.

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You okay?

Yeah.

I noticed you were conspicuously
quiet on the Voit resolution.

Because it's not quite over
for me yet.

I still have a little business
I need to take care of.

Ah. The book.

You know.

I've avoided it like the plague.

After all that's happened,
after all the lies,

people deserve the truth.

They do.

And that will finally close
the book on this guy.

For all of us.

Amen to that.

(seabirds calling)

Geez.

I know you're gonna
be here for four years,

but did you really need
to bring all of your stuff?

-It's not all my stuff.
-No, it's okay,

because your roommate has
a lot of stuff, too.

ALVEZ:
Uh, his. Not yours.

Your dorm room's small.

Uh, fret not.
I have rearranged everything

to maximize the space.

-Great.
-So, is this everything,

or do we have
to drive back to D.C.

for something you forgot?

Seriously, though. Y-You have
everything you're gonna need?

Pretty much.

MICHAEL:
Maybe I should stay,

in case your roommate sucks?

No. But I'll call you
if I need you, all right?

I'm happy, I'm sad,

I'm having all of the feels.

I'm sorry.

You know,
San Diego's pretty sweet.

If you're into surf,
sun and sand.

And study hard, right?

C's get degrees.

Henry.

I'm joking.

I should probably go.
I have a freshman orientation.

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Your-your dad would be
so proud of you...

Now, um, you call me

if you need anything.

I will.

Or me.

(laughs softly)

I'm gonna be fine, Mom.

I wouldn't have been here
without you.

Yeah.

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(sniffles)

Okay.

(sobs softly)

(sniffles)

Thanks, everyone.

ROSSI:
I find myself often drawn back to a quote

-by James Baldwin.
-Go Bobcats!

ROSSI:
"Children have never been

"very good at listening
to their elders,

but they have never failed
to imitate them."

And though the story
and profile of the man

who was born Lee Duval,
chose to become Elias Voit

and evolved into
the Sicarius killer

does not represent
that reflection,

I am reminded of it
as I conclude this book,

because of what
my old partner Jason Gideon

often tried
to caution me about...

VOIT:
All this shit could do more harm than good.

Why do you think you writing
about me will be any different?

Because I know you
better than you know yourself.

And this book

will shatter
the illusion of you for good.

Do you honestly think you can
get rid of me that easily?

Watch me.

("Nessun dorma" playing)

Salute.

(exhales)

Don't mind if I do.

Excellent.

What are we drinking to?

-To taking a break.
-Mm.

-Oh, my God.
-(exhales)

-I just remembered something.
-What's that?

Tomorrow, it will be
exactly four years

since Sheriff Hanson,
out in Yakima County,

caught up with me
at a diner right before

I was about to fly
back here to Quantico,

and asked me if I would take
a quick look at something

down at the Old Jarvis Farm.

A buried shipping container.

The rest is history.

Is it?

Oh, what is that famous saying?

Um...

"The past is never dead..."

"...it's not even past."

Voit isn't dead.

He's not past.

That four years?
It left a mark.

Ooh, it sure did.

But here's another
famous saying for you.

"Survive and advance."

I'll drink to that, too.

You and me both, sister.

Emily.

Oh, Jesus. Voit?

What? No, he's gone.
Forget about him.

This is something else.

Unidentified body parts have
been anonymously delivered

to the FBI field offices

in New York, D.C., L.A.,
Chicago and Miami.

I want the BAU on this now.

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Break's over.

Yeah, we need
to assemble the team.

We just got another case...

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