All language subtitles for Criminal.Minds.S19E05

Previously on
Criminal Minds: Evolution...

-They will let anybody up
on the sixth floor now, huh?
-(chuckling)

MILLIKEN:
Alvez and I

are retired Army grunts.

We met in the ARC Program.

The Army Recovery Care Program.

We help ill and injured
service members

reintegrate into civilian life.

-(whimpers)
-DOCTOR: The tumor's spread.

There's nothing else we can do.

(crying)

I'm sorry.

Hey. Sorry to interrupt.
Do you have a second?

If you'll excuse me.

Did you notice
how he checked you out?

You look like his wife
who just left him.

GARRITY:
Welcome to The Sicarius Files.

I'm your host, Brian Garrity.

My guest,
the Sicarius Killer himself,

Elias Voit.

Whoa!

(grunts)

Saved you a whole bunch
of fan letters.

VOIT:
It's sad how pathetic I am.

But you know
who's even more pathetic?

Someone who makes a show
about it.

And anyone who listens to it.

LEWIS:
Lance Kingston is the one
who took those photos.

-But he's not the guy
who sent it to you.
-Turns out

your fan stole them.

VOIT:
Lance, he's just
a means to an end.

He's a sacrificial pawn.

* *

* *

(pants) Perimeter breached.

Ground floor.

One casualty. Outer corridor.

BARLOW:
Do you have visual?

(breathing heavily)

Negative.

You motherfuckers!

HELM:
Reload! Reload!

On my lead.

Moving.

HELM:
Agents under fire.

We need backup immediately.

BARLOW:
Copy.

Backup's on the way.

WOMAN:
No. (crying)

MILLIKEN:
Shut up.

Shut... up.

WOMAN:
Please, don't.

(crying continues)

Hey, you take
one more fucking step...

Hmm?

Easy, now. We want to help.

-I don't want to die.
-No one's gonna get hurt.

Don't you fucking lie to her.

Sir, just put the gun down.

-Look, what's your name?
-Fuck you!

That's my name.
Why you keeping them from me?

-Keeping what from you, sir?
-My meds!

-I need my goddamn meds.
-Okay.

Okay, put the gun down,
let the woman go, and I...

Hey!

You think I don't
fucking see you over there?

Huh?

You want this little lady
to die?

No! Sir, sir.

-We do not.
-Then give me my goddamn meds!

BARLOW:
Agent Lowell,

is target acquired?

-Negative.
-Reposition. Acquire target.

-(woman moans)
-HELM: Miss,

what's your name?

-Melissa...
-Don't!

Don't talk to her!

-You talk to me!
-Command, target
has been acquired.

You understand?!

Oh-ho-ho!

I have the shot.

This guy over here, huh?
This guy over here,

he wants to kill me so bad
that he can taste it.

Except, what if he misses, hmm?

-And this little one
takes the hit.
-Sir?

Enough of this bullshit.

Okay? Enough!

Okay?

I'm gonna count to three,
and either you get me

-my goddamn meds or I'm gonna
blow her fucking head off.
-Please, no. No.

BARLOW:
Lowell, you're clear.

Send it.

MILLIKEN:
Okay?

One.

WOMAN:
Just give him what he wants!

-Two.
-Sir, you kill her,

-we kill you!
-BARLOW: Take the shot.

Three!

(panting)

What the fuck? What the fuck?

I took the shot.

Holy shit. What'd you do?

Abort, abort!
Abort the exercise!

(bell rings)

That was a live fucking round.

-Holy shit.
-Get O'Connor.

HELM:
O'Connor!

We need medical. Stat!

Secure your weapons now.

-Magazine check.
-I got blanks.

Same.

Billy?

Billy, we're unarmed.

Okay? Put down the gun.

Talk to us, Billy.

Medical's coming.

He's dead.

I took the shot.

-MAN (over radio): Security.
-Initiate lockdown.

Now. We have an active shooter.

This is not a drill.
I repeat, this is not a drill.

-Copy.
-HELM: Billy, in about
30 seconds,

the real deal is
barreling in here,

and they will kill you.

Hey, you don't want
any more blood on your hands,

do you, Billy? Please.

Hand me that weapon.

Let me help you, Billy, okay?

Hey.

I don't fucking get it, man.

(handcuffs clicking)

Hey, what were you thinking?

I had... I had the shot.

I took the shot.

ANNOUNCER (over P.A.):
Attention, all personnel.

This is an emergency.

You are under lockdown.

Remain in your location
until further notice.

This is not a drill.

I repeat, this is not a drill.

*

ALVEZ:
"We cannot grow
when we are in shame,

and we can't use shame
to change ourselves or others."

Brené Brown.

So, Tom Milliken was shot?

During a training exercise
for selectees

from the Hostage Rescue Team.

An exercise with live rounds?

Well, there's
a lot to unpack here,

which is why Rebecca
has asked the BAU

to get eyes on it.

God, does Alvez know yet?

He's on scene with JJ.

-(sighs)
-(ringtone playing)

Tom Milliken
was like family to him.

-Oh.
-(phone beeps)

Brian, what have I told you
about phone calls on Saturdays?

Emily, I wouldn't trouble you

were it not of
the utmost importance.

I have, in my possession,
evidence

of a pre-crime.

What the fuck is a "pre-crime"?

-Is that Tara?
-Hi, Brian.

PRENTISS:
What's with this

pre-crime?

It's the thing that happens
before one commits said crime.

No, I get the term.
What is it you think you have?

Oh, dare I say, a manifesto,
of sorts.

Addressed to me by a fan.

It says, and here I quote,

"Some may call me a fan,
but He must call me God."

And since this same
declaration is typed

over and over again like...

Do you remember Jack Nicholson's
character in The Shining?

Like, he starts to go wacko
and he types this one sentence

over and over and over.

"All work and no play makes..."

-Yeah, I've seen the movie.
-Well, you should see this.

Not only has he repeatedly
typed his affirmation,

but he's also printed it
into shapes.

The whole thing is so
wackadoodle, it's like--

and admittedly,
I'm no profiler--

he's clearly itching
to do no good.

Where are you?

Not far.

Literally around
the proverbial corner.

You really should
take a look-see.

Okay, I'll have a visitor's
pass waiting for you.

God, when it rains, it pours.

Okay, look, Dave and I
can handle this for you.

-Thank you.
-(phone chimes)

Yeah, I have to get
to the training facility.

Yeah, yeah.

MILLIKEN: ...or I'm gonna
blow her fucking head off.

-One!
-WOMAN: Just give him

-what he wants!
-Two!

HELM: Sir, you kill her,
we kill you!

-Three!
-Who else knows?
-(gunshot)

(sighs) With the lockdown,
we're on a need-to-know basis.

Director, A.G., president.

I'd say the news blackout holds
another 24 hours.

But it's not like we have

a lot of friends
in this administration.

An agent-on-agent incident

like this is exactly
the kind of pretext

that they can use
to gut the department.

Peter.

I am so sorry.

It's still hard to believe.

Uh, Emily,
this is Peter O'Connor,

Milliken's chief of staff.

Tom spoke very highly of you
and your team.

He brought you a case
recently, didn't he?

He did. An equivocal
death investigation.

And, incredibly,
he's now the subject of one.

Well, not so equivocal,
I'm afraid.

Agent Selectee Billy Lowell
fired the fatal shot.

His weapon was the only one
with live rounds.

Yes, that seems evident.
However, officially,

there still needs to be
a determination

of homicide or accidental death.

Of course.

I know it's been a while
since I was in training,

but is it common now for H.R.T.

to conduct an exercise
with actors and real weapons?

Uh, no, it's not common.

But Tom had his own methodology.

And carte blanche from up top.

If he wanted to do something,
he did it.

In this case,
he felt that the selectees

were in need of a far more
"real world" experience.

So, did this exercise include
the entire selectee class?

No, just Agents Helm,
Barlow and Lowell.

They were a three-man unit.

PRENTISS:
Well, Agent Lowell

is already in custody,
but we are going to need

to interview
Agents Helm and Barlow, as well.

-Sure.
-Has the medical examiner

taken possession of the body?

Uh, he's doing that right now.

Excuse me.

Luke.

I need a minute.

I tried to tell him that maybe
he should sit this one out.

Yeah. (sighs)

(elevator bell dings)

LEWIS:
Brian.

Tara.

Well, I-- what a delight it is
to see you again.

-Uh, where's Emily?
-ROSSI: She thought it best

that Tara and I took a look
at what you've got.

Okay. Um...

the thing is,
given our previous history,

wouldn't it be better
if Tara and I were to...

No. This way.

LEWIS:
"Some may call me a fan,

but He must call me God."

What'd I tell you?

(imitating Danny Torrance):
Redrum. Redrum.

When did you get this?

-(normal voice): Yesterday.
-Yesterday?

I opened it today.

Uh, oh.

Postmark
Kensington, Pennsylvania.

You guys have seen this
before, haven't you?

Would you give us a second?

Don't touch anything.

It's virtually identical
to what he sent to Voit.

But why does he send it
to Garrity?

He is listening
to Garrity's podcast.

But the message
still goes to Voit.

Kowtowing son of a bitch

even capitalized
the "H" in "He."

Conveying some kind of
godlike status to Voit.

A status that
this guy wants to share.

Okay, so, what?
He's trying to prod Garrity

into getting Voit
back on his podcast?

He hopes, on bended knee,

that, what, Voit's
gonna call him a god, too?

Yeah, old god
crowns the new one.

What are you thinking?

You're not gonna like it,
but, um...

...we need to take this to Voit.

Of course we need
to take it to Voit.

I know we need to take it
to Voit.

Wait, why would I not like that?

You're the one that doesn't
want to be around the guy.

But you're the one
who has to make sure

that Garrity doesn't feel
that we're shining him on.

We're completely shining him on.

But we can't let him
share what he knows.

Yeah, you're right.
I know it. I know.

I just... just because
I look like the guy's ex

doesn't mean that I have to be
the go-to strategy here.

Okay, I'm open to another.

I don't have another.

Look, I'm not asking you
to babysit him.

Just, uh, tell him to go home

and wait
for further instructions.

Let him feel like he's part of
some special investigation.

He trusts you.

(sighs)

(sighs) Fine.

We really appreciate you
bringing this to our attention.

You free later tonight?

Excuse me?

Free. For, like, dinner, drinks?

I mean, I know the timing
isn't great, in the middle of

a hunt for
a serial killer and all.

I'm married, Brian.

When did...

Mazel tov.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

Lucky guy.

Gal.

Oh.

Yeah.

So, let's focus here.

Brian, the BAU needs you
to help us start

a special covert investigation.

-Covert?
-That is right.

So, what were gonna need you
to do is go home... now

and wait for this unsub
to reach out to you again.

And when they do,
you're gonna call me,

and we'll proceed from there.

Call you.

Yes, that's-that's right.

I don't have your number.

I'll give you my work number.

It's the switchboard.

Do you want to talk about it?

It's not good
to constipate emotions.

I don't know why I just
said it like that. Um...

But, come on,
I don't have to tell you.

That the deeper
you push down grief,

the more painful
it's gonna become.

You just did.

Just did what?

You said
you're not gonna tell me,

-and then you did.
-Oh, don't deflect.

I...

Just, it would be good
to talk to somebody

who is in tune with you.

Namely moi.

I see you.

I really do.

I know.

You do.

I know what you're going to say.

That, uh,
I'm too close to Milliken,

that I can't be impartial.

You're on the case.

Now, I only want to remind you,
go where the evidence takes you.

Don't get out over your skis
on this one

because of your relationship
with the victim.

Tyler's waiting for you.

Thanks.

(door opens)

-One!
-Just give him

what he wants!

-Two!
-Sir, you kill her, we kill you!

-Three!
-(gunshot)

Why?

Three!

Why?

You know we're gonna sit here
and watch this

over and over
until you answer my question.

I had...

Excuse me?

I had the shot.

Yeah, I had the shot.
I took the shot.

Yeah, you sure as fuck did.

Why do you think Agent Lowell
refuses to say anything

except, "I had the shot.
I took the shot."?

-Like it's some kind of mantra.
-Jesus Christ.

It... it's something
Milliken was

hammering into our heads.

What?

So, Milliken designed
this no-win H.R.T. scenario,

where the hostage taker,
he can't be taken alive.

Now, Billy, Joey and I
were on the same team together,

so we'd each have a go
at running point.

You mean, being the guy
taking the kill shot?

Yeah.

Joey and I, we had no problem.

We could run through this thing
with our eyes closed.

Especially since we were
handling your standard

laser pistols
and aiming at target dummies,

but... (sighs)

I don't know
what was going on with Billy.

Every single time,
he couldn't do it.

He'd just freeze up.

Which totally set off Milliken.

(chuckles)
I've seen Milliken's short fuse

up close and personal.

It's not pretty.

Hey, that was his job,
was to get agents field ready.

Yeah, no doubt.

That's why Billy was driving
Milliken batshit crazy.

(sighs)

Agent Lowell.

Why the hesitation?

Lives are on the line here, son.
You do understand that?

Yes. Yeah.

MILLIKEN:
If you want to watch,

buy a ticket.

Yes, sir. Sir, but...

No more excuses.

If you have the shot,
you take the shot.

Yes.

Yes, what?

-Yes, sir.
-No.

No, say it. "I have the shot,

-I take the shot."
-I have...

-I have the shot...
-I have the shot...

-...I take the shot.
-...I take the shot.

I take the shot.

All right.

Let's run it again.

BARLOW:
Yeah. We ran it

again and again.

And that's when we went
from using the dummy targets

to role players.

Laser pistols to actual guns.

With blanks.

But upping the ante
did not help Billy.

He was fucking hopeless.

I mean, personally,
I thought it was only gonna be

a matter of time before
he completely lost his shit.

Being reprimanded
is one thing...

Oh, it went way beyond
being reprimanded.

(panting)

Lowell, you are clear. Send it.

-One!
-Just give him
what he wants, please.

-Two!
-Take the shot.

Sir, you kill her, we kill you.

(crying):
No!

Take the shot.

-Three!
-(trigger clicks)

-(bell rings)
-(sighs)

Goddamn it! Goddamn it.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You got another hostage killed.

What the actual fuck
do I have to do

to get it through
your thick skull, huh?

I have the shot.

Should I take it?

You...

-you take the shot.
-Bingo.

Run it again.

And don't think
I'm not ready for your D.O.R.

(bell rings)

Let's go!

D.O.R.

You know what that stands for.

I know you do.

Drop on request.

Hey, I get it.

All right?
Milliken's kicking your ass,

threatening your future.

You couldn't take it anymore.

What else you gonna do, right?

I shot him,
but I-I didn't kill him.

Hey! Billy!

Stop fucking with me.

We're going through your locker.

Once we match the bullets
in your stash

with the ones
that were in the magazine...

I had blanks.

Just like everybody else.
I swear to God.

-But, clearly, you didn't.
-I know!

I don't understand.

Milliken, he-he

handed out the guns himself.
And the blanks.

And we double-checked
everything before we started.

You're saying you were using

Milliken's weapons
and fake ammo?

Yes.

-Stop lying!
-I'm not.

Check it. I swear.

Agent Lowell,
during the exercise,

this no-win scenario
involved an active shooter

in a business office.

But your fellow selectees
mentioned that Milliken

had gone a bit off-script,
making himself out to be this...

Crazy guy being denied
his medication. Yeah.

Were you or any
of the selectees aware

of Milliken's own use
of antidepressants?

Had he mentioned it?

Hey, hang on a second.

I want to talk to you
in the other room.

What are you doing?

Tom told me
he was taking citalopram.

So what? It's not relevant.

Luke, of course it's relevant.

Tom's behavior seems as if

it were becoming
increasingly erratic.

No, it sounds like

you're looking for an excuse,
not a motive.

PRENTISS:
Luke, Tyler.

Where are we?

We got no confession,

but we're looking
at intentional homicide.

I'm not sure it wasn't suicide.

-Suicide?
What are you taking about?
-Listen to me.

If those guns
were under Milliken's control,

and if his behavior
was affected,

either by misuse
of prescriptions

or ignoring them,
then it's possible...

No, it's not possible.

It's absolutely not possible.

Ballistics came back
on the recovered bullet.

It does match
Milliken's own service weapon.

GREEN:
Yeah.

And...

I think he wanted Agent Lowell
to take that shot.

ALVEZ:
You think?

Tom spent his life

helping vets with
mental health struggles.

-He would never
take his own life.
-PRENTISS: Hold on.

As I see it right now,
you have two viable theories.

Get it down to one.

MAN (over P.A.):
Strike team to landing 224.

Strike team to landing 224.

LEWIS:
So, you think
it's another test?

Yeah, but not just for us.

He's gauging the levels
of his own restraint.

And you think that's why
he sent it to Garrity

-and not to you.
-For some reason,

he's trying to slow himself
down, and if he can't,

it's gonna cost
somebody else their life.

Assuming he hasn't
killed already.

He may have.

And now he wants to be
called God

because he feels he has
the power to show mercy.

To choose
who lives and who dies.

-Mm-hmm.
-ROSSI: But not before

you pass him the torch.

That's why he capitalizes
the "H" when he references you.

Without your seal of approval,
he won't feel that, um,

special something.

That may be another reason
to send it to Garrity.

Trying to get me
on the podcast again.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Okay, but maybe if he heard

someone else's voice
on the podcast,

it would engage him enough
so that he gets

careless enough
to reveal himself.

Okay.

-Who are you thinking?
-Me.

Yes.

No.

If he's my fan, he's trying
to walk in my footsteps,

which means he's read
every single one of your books.

Hey, they're not how-to books.

He respects you.

You led the team
that led to my capture.

If he hears your voice live
on Brian's podcast,

I don't know
how he can not reach out.

You are the only person
he might surrender to.

I mean...

...because he trusts you.

You know I'm right.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

(sighs)

(knocks on door)

Hey.

-Sorry to interrupt.
-Not a problem.

What do you need?

In reviewing
the incident reports,

we weren't able to find one
describing Milliken

pulling his service weapon
on Agent Lowell.

I wish I could say
I'm surprised.

-Was a report filed?
-Not to me, but

I am now hearing rumors
that many anonymous reports

sent to the Office
of Professional Responsibility

may have been slow-rolled.

Friends in high places?

It's all hearsay, right?

All I know
from personal experience

is he got results.

If he passed you,
you were the best of the best.

So, you're saying they were
willing to look the other way

if he crossed the line
now and again?

You're saying that.

But I wouldn't disagree.

* *

(billiard balls clacking)

(sighs) It's this new class.

Killing me.

It's triggering
all my old habits.

I'm just not...

-I don't know.
-No.

You don't get to end on,
"I don't know."

Talk to me.

It's Cindy.

She's not happy.

Come on, you guys...

-you've been through worse.
-I know.

That's the thing
with getting older and wiser.

You start to realize
you don't have to spend

the rest of your life
putting up with shit.

Oh, so you-you think
you're putting up with...

No, not me.

Cindy.

-Oh.
-Come on, she has spent

the better part of her life
dealing with mine.

You guys going to counseling?

Yeah, twice a week.

Still...

it's me.

I don't know
what the hell is going on.

I'm bringing work home with me.

I'm barking orders at her
like she's one of my trainees.

It is bad, Luke.

Look, a wise man once told me
that it's one thing

to identify the problem,
and it's another thing

to do the work.

Words.

Yeah, until you put them
into action.

I just...

don't know what I would do
without her.

You know?

Look, maybe you need
some time off.

You're empty.

-Want another?
-No.

No, I'm good.

Come on.

One more round. On me.

Sure.

Attaboy. That's the spirit.

(sighs)

Hey, so it looks like

we have to reinterview
all the selectees.

You okay?

It's not fair.

Death rarely is.

Not death.

Grief.

I'm sorry.

You're the last person
I should be saying that to.

No, I... I get it.

Ah, I...

I don't want you to think
that I'm trying to compare

what you went through
to what I'm going through.

Luke, stop.

I understand.

Everyone experiences grief
in their own way.

I mean, Jesus,
it's been over a year,

and not a day goes by
where I don't see Will's eyes

or his sense of humor
in the boys.

It's, um...
it's, uh, fucking brutal.

Grief is not kind.

Or rational or-or fair.

But trust me,

if you don't give yourself
the space to feel,

if you cut yourself off
from those feelings...

...it gets way worse.

Yeah.

So?

What can we do
to give you the space you need?

I thought I could
take the lead on this case,

but I, uh...

I need you and Tyler to...

have my back.

We got you.

We got you.

ALVEZ:
Thanks.

(door closes)

JJ:
Agent Barlow, apart from
his actions during training,

what else can you tell us
about Milliken's behavior?

I didn't really spend
any time with him

outside of the exercises.

What about before briefings
or after training exercises?

Maybe you checked in
during his office hours?

Well, yeah, sometimes, I guess.

I suppose it was true
that he was all

fire and brimstone
during the training,

but lately, when he was alone...

...it started to get weird.

How so?

Well, I went to see him
about this procedural question.

And I walked in there.

He was sitting behind his desk.

And he didn't see me,
but I saw him.

(Milliken crying)

And he was... crying.

HELM:
Yeah, Joey told me about it.

He said he was,
like, ugly crying.

It didn't make any sense.

I mean, yeah, we were
prepping for our next eval,

but it was a low-stress day.

Clearly, something
got under his skin.

Let me tell you something.

I've known Tom Milliken
for over 20 years.

-I've never...
-Look, Luke...

...never once seen him cry.

Yeah, well, neither have I,
technically.

Okay?
It's just what Joey told me.

Joey also couldn't tell us

what was troubling
Agent Milliken.

Can you?

Okay, not for sure.

There was a rumor...

his wife was leaving him.

Cindy? Nah.

-Is that his wife?
-Yeah.

Look, like I said, I can't say

100% for certain
that his wife was leaving him,

it was just something
I overheard.

Are you okay?

(chuckles)

(knock on door)

Cindy.

Luke.

It's good to see you.

-I'm so sorry.
-Mm.

We took this the day
he retired from the Army.

(laughs softly) Yeah.

Yeah, I remember those days.

New deployment every six months.

Long phone calls home.

-Or no phone calls for weeks.
-Yeah.

CINDY:
After he retired,

he said we'd finally
settle down.

Buy a house,
stop moving from base to base.

You know, he told me that

the best decision he ever made
was joining the FBI.

Said it felt like
you two finally...

Finally had time for each other.

-Yeah.
-Right.

Sometimes the people
that help others the most,

they just can't seem
to help themselves.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Cindy, the BAU is in the process

of putting the pieces together
of what happened,

and some information
has come to light

that suggest Tom might have been
acting out self-destructively.

That, uh, maybe he was suicidal.

Tom?

Okay, who told you that?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Absolutely not, Luke.

And I'm not just saying that
because I'm his wife.

Cindy, were you leaving him?

Wow.

I-I wouldn't ask
if I didn't have to.

I-I don't even believe it.

It's just that one of
Tom's trainees saw him

here in his office, alone,
crying hysterically.

Oh.

One man sees another man crying,
and so he must be suicidal?

Luke, you're
a behavioral profiler.

You should know better.

I know Tom was struggling with
how much he was hurting you.

Yes.

Yes, 30-plus years

of Tom burying his feelings
was killing our relationship.

But Tom was nothing
if not "never say die," right?

I mean, he found
a new therapist,

he got on new medication,

and finally
he was getting in touch

with his emotions, his truth.

And yes, recently,
it made him cry,

which was good for him.

And for us.

So, you weren't
getting a divorce?

As long as he was
doing the work,

I was never gonna leave him.

And I made sure he knew that.

Well, so, then,
as far as you're concerned,

the only thing Tom was
having trouble with was work?

For men like Tom, who felt
a profound responsibility

to prepare the next generation
of warriors,

he had a hard time deciding

whether he wanted
to be loved or feared.

I loved him.

I'm not sure
many others would agree.

And with this last class,

he told me that the best lesson
he could give them

was to drop them.

That's why
that young man decided

to take Tom's life, isn't it?

Isn't it?

(knocking on door)

Hey. Y-You got a minute?

Yeah, of course.

All right. Look, I've been...

...doing like we said
and following the evidence,

where it takes me.

And obviously Lowell shot Tom,
and, uh...

(scoffs softly)

...he neither accidentally
nor intentionally

took his life.

-So, suicide?
-No.

And I don't know why
I didn't think about this

from the start, but...

although Tom was fixated
on Lowell's shortcomings,

he would've held
his whole unit accountable.

All for one, one for all.

That kind of bond is everything.

And if Tom
was threatening D.O.R.,

he was threatening to drop
all three agent selectees,

including
Agents Barlow and Helm.

So, you think
one or both of them...

Intentionally slipped Lowell
a magazine with live rounds.

Lowell's history with Tom would
make him the perfect fall guy.

If that didn't work,
they had a plan B.

Milliken's erratic behavior

would suggest
the possibility of suicide.

Either way, they were covered.

(sighs) Until now.

No, until we can prove it.

We only have an hour
before the news breaks.

Luke.

Good work.

Your theory makes sense.

But based on our interviews,
I'm not sure

Barlow and Helm are capable
of that level of deception.

I know, but I think that there's
a way to find out for sure.

We should give Lowell
a cognitive.

-That's right.
-GREEN: His trauma is
keeping him from telling us

exactly what happened before
and during that exercise.

-You should do it.
-No.

-Luke...
-Look, he and I got off
on the wrong foot.

He's not gonna be able to relax.

GREEN:
You don't think your presence

won't put him right back
in the mindset?

I do.

We'll be right here
if you need us.

No, I don't want to do that.

-Agent Lowell...
-No.

You've been trying to trick me
into confessing from the jump.

Look, Billy, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Okay? I-I want
to be honest with you.

Agent Milliken--

Tom and I were very close.

He was like family, and...

(sighs) Look.

Hearing some of the things
that he said and did,

it was hard.

Because of that,
I wasn't fair to you.

I apologize.

All right.

ALVEZ:
Now, look, if you're willing
to do what we call

a cognitive interview,

I believe that that could really
help us determine what happened.

And together,
we can find the truth.

Okay.

How do we start?

(sighs)

Wh-Why'd you join the FBI?

Growing up, I, um...

...never thought I was enough.

Dad made sure of that.

I needed to prove
something to him.

So, I applied to the FBI.

(laughs):
And...

I got accepted.

My dad couldn't believe it.

But...

you know...

then with the expectations,
everything just...

Grew?

Yeah.

Especially when
I decided to go out

for the Hostage Rescue Team.

That's when I...

...started having panic attacks
for the first time.

And Agent Milliken
wasn't sympathetic to that.

He was.

And... wasn't.

Jekyll and Hyde, you know?

He, uh...

recommended a counselor, but...

he kept coming back to...

at the end of the day,
nobody has time for my shit.

"Lives were on the line."

But you didn't quit.

I still had something to prove.

To your father?

Yeah.

And Agent Milliken
reminded you of him?

He did.

Every time he would, uh...

...he would yell at me,

I could...

I could hear

my dad's voice, and it would--

literally, it would--

make me shake.

All right, Billy.

I want you to close your eyes.

All right?

All right, take a deep breath.

(exhales)

All right, let's go back.

All right, Agent Milliken
hands out the weapons.

He demonstrates
that the magazines

are loaded with blanks, correct?

LOWELL:
Yes, he does.

But Joey, Owen and me, we...

we double-check.

And what happens next?

We started the exercise
and, uh...

Are you sure?

Yes.

Okay, Billy, close your eyes.

Now, Agent Milliken
barks at you guys

to get locked and loaded,

to get your ass started
with the exercise.

Goddamn it, Lowell!

Lives are on the line here, son.

You can't hack it, people die.

It's as simple as that.

-Hey!
-(fingers snapping)

Look at me!

You think this is abuse?

You can't handle me,
you can't handle this job!

But I guess the Bureau
needs its desk jockeys, too.

You want to watch, buy a ticket.
Otherwise...

LOWELL:
I hear my dad.

...no more fucking excuses.

LOWELL:
And I start to shake.

You take the shot. Understand?

-LOWELL: I start
getting sick...
-Run it again.

...and I can't stop.

(retching, coughing)

-I throw up.
-(distant coughing)

ALVEZ:
What does Milliken do?

LOWELL:
You know, he was pissed.

I mean, everyone was pissed.

Joey and Owen, they were like,

"Jesus, here we go again."

All right, what happens now?

Then I...

...felt a hand on my back.

Whose hand?

O'CONNOR:
It's okay. You got this, Billy.

-(coughing)
-It was O'Connor.

-Milliken's chief of staff?
-Yes.

(sighs)

I remember now. He...

He did this pat down on me.

-Okay, Billy. You got this.
-(coughing)

You dropped.

LOWELL:
Oh, shit.

Thanks.

Jesus Christ.

I thought he was
trying to help me.

HELM:
Reload! Reload!

LOWELL:
I-I...

I don't understand. Wh...

Why would he do that to me?

ALVEZ:
All that mattered to him

was finding someone
to take the fall.

But I pulled
the goddamn trigger.

It's just gonna be
my word against his.

Who's gonna b--
Who's gonna believe me?

-Thanks, Peter.
-Not a problem.

But you did get
those reports I sent?

We did.

Turns out, there's, uh,

another item we need
to take a look at.

What's that?

We think Agent Milliken
kept a journal.

In his safe.

REBECCA:
When his wife was here
collecting his belongings,

she said that you weren't around
to open it for her.

No, but I can grab it now.

(keypad beeping)

Uh, I'm not seeing a journal.

Can you step aside?

Peter O'Connor,

you're under arrest for the
murder of Agent Tom Milliken.

Wh-What the fuck are you doing?

Ballistics confirmed
that Agent Milliken

was killed by his own bullet.

The ammunition he used
was always kept

-right here in this safe.
-(handcuffs click)

Cindy said her husband
and one other person

had that combination.

-You were that other person.
-This is crazy.

I've given everything I have
to this man.

JJ:
We can see that.

But you couldn't help yourself.

You pointed us
in the direction of OPR.

All those anonymous complaints.

One of which was for a selectee
who got D.O.R.'d

and, one week later,
took his own life.

JJ:
Matthew O'Connor.

Your brother.

And nobody cared,

so you had to take matters
into your own hands.

OPR is a fucking joke.

What's the goddamn point?

The rules are never
applied equally.

Someone always gets
special treatment.

Your brother deserved better.

And Milliken got exactly
what he deserved.

And what about Billy?

He didn't deserve any of this.

Get him out of here.

Test one, test two. Test.

"How can a clam cram
a clean, cream can?"

Well, if I may say,
your script is solid,

but I'd like to propose
a few tiny punch-ups.

Like, maybe a couple more

bumpers
to my commercial breaks...

No. You stick to the words
on the page.

Hey.
We've gone over this before.

Can you honestly not comprehend

the gravity
of what we're doing here?

I can, and I do.

But, seriously, if this guy's
a fan of the podcast,

he'll probably be able
to tell the difference

between me and "entrapment me."

It's not entrapment.

-You know what I mean.
-LEWIS: Brian.

We're all set here. Okay?

And you're gonna do great.

Right now,
when we're on the air,

we're hoping
that the scripted words there

will entice this man

-to call in.
-And then,

we need to keep him
on the line long enough

either to track his location...

Or get a decent slice
of profile.

I do know. You did tell me.

Hey. We also told you
if you deviate

one syllable
from this script here,

somebody could die.

Are we clear?

Crystal.

Now let's make podcast history.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Whoa.

Hello, Brian.

Special guest appearance?

LEWIS:
He's just here to observe.

Ignore him.

I mean it.

Do not say one word
about him being here.

GARRITY:
Okay, but...

wouldn't it make more sense
for the guy

to just be able
to talk directly to him?

No more questions.
Stay on script.

Penelope?

Okay, Emily. Ready when you are.

Standing by to trace
incoming calls.

(theme music plays)

Welcome to
a very special episode

of The Sicarius Files.

We are coming to you live
from the FBI,

and we are joined
by renowned author

and supervisory special agent
David Rossi.

Thanks for being here, David.

Thanks for having me, Brian.

GARRITY:
This is a live episode, folks,

so don't be shy.
We're taking calls,

and you can find
our number at the official

Sicarius Files website.

So, David,

there's so much to talk about
with your storied career,

but for our purposes,
we'll focus solely

on Elias Voit,
the Sicarius Killer.

I'd like to start at,
well, the beginning.

So, tell me, when were you
first made aware

of Dr. Tara Lewis's discovery

of the buried shipping container
in Yakima County?

CALLER:
Uh, my question for Agent Rossi

has to do with Benjamin Reeves.

Is it true that Reeves
basically helped Voit...

CALLER 2:
Somebody once told me
that Second Street is, like,

the most common street name
in America, but...

ROSSI:
So, in that surveillance video

from the hardware store, um,
while I couldn't I.D. Voit,

I was able to see him
reaching into his back pocket,

trying to mute his cell phone.

CALLER 3:
Which then led you
to conduct a trace

of cell phone calls to and from
that region of the country?

Yes, that's right.

Thanks for your call, Oliver.

So, um, you run that trace
and you get hundreds of calls

you have to go through,

but since you know
the timing of the calls,

you were able to pretty much
zero in on Seattle.

-ROSSI: That's right, because...
-And I will pause you there,

because we are getting
another caller.

Uh, hi. You are live

on the air with Brian Garrity
and SSA David Rossi.

With whom do we have
the pleasure of speaking?

KINGSTON:
Call me God.

Okay. We will call you God.

Do you have a question?

KINGSTON:
Why Sicarius spiders?

GARRITY:
The spiders...

Okay, Emily.
I've isolated the phone line.

-Can you get a trace?
-Uh, not exactly.

Is he running countermeasures?

He is definitely
a student of Voit's.

Okay, I want you to keep
the phone line open

but pause the live stream
right now.

Okay, yeah.

...the Sicarius case.

Uh, as a fan of the podcast,
of course,

you are familiar
with Elias Voit's testimony

regarding the spiders.

KINGSTON:
Let David Rossi answer.

Why Sicarius?

I-I recognize that voice.

It's Lance Kingston.

But he can't be our guy.

No, he's not. He's his hostage.

ROSSI:
Clearly, you're not satisfied

with Voit's own answer.

(keyboard clicking)

KINGSTON:
I am not.

Were the Sicarius spiders
part of Voit's

counterintelligence training
in interrogation tactics?

Uh, in a previous episode,
I described how I embellished

certain aspects
of The Sicarius Files

for dramatic purposes.

The fact is, I lied.

Elias Voit has nothing to do
with the FBI

and is not associated with any
government agency or program.

Are you saying Voit is unique?

He's rare but not unique.

Much like yourself.

Are you trying to profile me?

Oh, I, uh, I couldn't
even if I wanted to,

because I'm not speaking to you.

I'm speaking to Lance Kingston,

the man you're holding captive.

(breathing heavily)

Penelope, talk to me.

I'm so close. I am so, so close.

-We don't have much more time.
-Okay. I know, I know.

ROSSI:
And I know the reason

why you're still holding
Lance captive

and using him as your proxy

is Lance's death
will satisfy nothing for you.

KINGSTON:
Ramona Havener.

ROSSI:
What about her?

Voit spared her life,

and her testimony
led to his conviction.

Oh, he didn't spare Ramona.

He turned her over
to Arthur Kiel,

whom he knew would abuse
and strangle her.

-But Arthur Kiel did not.
-No.

Because we found her first.

Why didn't Voit
kill her himself?

Well, that was, um...

...that was because Ramona
reminded him

of his ex-wife Sydney.

Okay, I got him. I got him.

He's at the Stash-All Storage
facility in Richmond, Virginia.

It's a garage unit
being rented by Lance Kingston.

The Stash-All Storage,
Richmond, Virginia.

Yeah, I'm on it.

GARRITY:
God?

Are you still with us?

KINGSTON:
Is he there?

-Is who here?
-Voit.

No.

(panting)

* *

(metal scrapes)

-(sizzling)
-(screaming)

-(gasps)
-KINGSTON: Oh, God,

-tell him!
-What the...

Lance?

-No, don't... Stop, stop, stop!
-(sizzling)

-Brian.
-For fuck's sake, tell him!
Is he there?!

Please!

Tell him! He's gonna kill me!
(sobbing)

(stammers)

Yes, he's here!

No.

KINGSTON:
No, no, no, no.

-(sizzling)
-No, stop! Stop!

GARRITY:
Lance?

He's, uh-- Voit is here.

-Elias Voit is here.
You can talk to him.
-(screaming)

Oh, God.

What just happened?

(sighs)

You just caused a man's death.