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Last season on Criminal Minds: Evolution...

Mr. Voit appears to be suffering from

a retrograde amnesia.

Do you feel, in your heart of hearts,

- that you're a good person? - I feel like

I can be.

They're saying that Will suffered an aneurysm.

Will's dead.

He's gone.

It's Tara. She's been... shot.

No matter how scared you are,

no matter how hurt you are, I'm here.

Rebecca, this team...

they're my chosen family.

That's why I needed to ask you this in front of them.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Tyler Green, your success

with this special assignment means the BAU

will be your permanent assignment.

This Disciple person just made

a hot, steaming mess of a mistake.

And we are now looking at the current location

of every nefarious follower

left on Voit's network.

What's important now is justice.

You want justice, Dave? Then make sure

the prosecutor pushes for the death penalty

for every single one

of the Sicarius cases.

- The only way to do that... - Is with a confession.

I confess.

I did it.

- Sicarius. - That's him?

That's not me. You're wrong.

The fuck we are.

I'm just saying, we should have pulled over

when we had a chance.

What if the next rest stop is, like, 50 miles away?

There's no way that I could hold it in that long, so, like...

Maybe... you become one with nature.

On this road?

God knows what's out there, uh-uh.

Spiders, snakes, bears.

You're dramatic.

But cute.

Okay, yeah, yeah.

Will you just check Maps and see

if there's any bathrooms close by, please?

Huh.

Still in SOS mode.

Griffin, try yours.

Griff.

Want me to wake him?

No, just let him sleep it off.

How many gummies did he take, anyway?

Damn. This guy's in a hurry.

Just slow down. He'll pass us.

Shit.

- Shit, what do they want? - They're...

they're just messing with us.

Slow down.

Give him space.

Probably drunk.

Ugh.

You all right?

Yeah, no, I'm fine. I just... What was that?

I don't know.

They're gone. Don't worry.

Now I really gotta pee.

Uh...

pull over here.

Ugh, it's so dark out here.

Want me to come with you?

Oh, my God.

Wait, that's them.

That's the same truck.

Shit.

What do we do?

We can't back up. What do we do?

They're just trying to scare us. They'll leave.

How do you know, Mark? How do you know?

If I say "go,"

fucking go.

Go where?

There's a gate.

We can't get out of here, we're stuck.

Oh, my God.

Put that down, please.

- What's going on? - Can't hear you.

Could you turn it off?

Should I?

- Cut the engine. - Do it, do it.

Let's not piss him off.

Thank you.

Now, the way I see it,

you owe us an apology.

An apology for what, exactly?

Well, simple, really.

You need to say you're sorry for what happened back there.

Back... where... What? I'm confused.

At that rest stop.

Oh, no. No. We weren't at a rest stop.

That wasn't us.

So now you're calling me a liar.

Hey, Noel.

She said we're liars.

No, no. No, no. I didn't. I didn't.

I did not call you a liar.

That's not what I said at all.

You sure you weren't at that rest stop?

Camera don't lie.

It wasn't us, okay? I swear.

Wow.

Well, you swear.

So, if I look through all this footage,

you're not gonna be on it.

That's your story.

It wasn't us, man.

All right, I'm just letting you know.

I can handle it,

but, uh, Noel over there?

He doesn't do so good when people call him a liar.

No-Nobody's calling him that.

Maybe you guys have us confused with another car?

Because we've been driving non-stop

since we last filled up and that was, what?

Like a hundred miles ago?

I mean, we should've stopped then,

because Laurie needs to pee, but...

What the fuck?

He doesn't need to know that.

Look, I think what Mark is just trying to say is that

this is really just a complete, big misunder...

Yeah, see, um...

What do y'all call that?

Gaslighting. That's right. Yeah.

It's kinda sneaky, Laurie.

You know, you and Mark here

are making me feel like I'm losing my mind.

I don't like that.

They-they didn't mean it.

Now who are you?

Their friend. Catching a ride.

So, uh, friend...

where y'all headed?

Just passing through.

Do me a favor, friend.

Why don't you... why don't you get out?

No, no. He-he doesn't need to do that.

Well, sure he does.

Griffin, don't.

- I... - Can't answer a direct question,

must have something to hide.

- Come on out, now... friend. - Mark, tell him to go.

Griffin, don't.

Griffin, you're high.

- Griffin. - It's okay, guys.

I got this.

- I'll see what he wants. - Don't.

Don't worry.

Damn it, Griffin, come on.

No, Griffin, get back in the fucking car.

Are you making a movie of us?

Hey, Noel! We got another filmmaker over here.

All right, I was just... you know...

No, I don't know.

Look, I don't want this to blow up.

Who does, right?

Now, we're just talking here.

Turn the car back on.

No, we can't leave Griffin. What if...

Griffin? Griffin, get back inside, all right?

- Call the police. - Griffin, come here.

Just let us go.

You gonna get back in, Griffin?

Yeah. Yeah, I should.

Oh!

Fuck.

Griffin...

Oh, my God.

What the fuck?

I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do.

Come on out here, Mark.

You don't want to make this worse, now, do ya?

No.

Do what he says, Laurie.

Okay.

MARK Hey, man.

Look, we-we didn't do anything wrong. All right?

We'll give you anything you need.

Mark!

- Mark... - Okay, Laurie.

Come on out.

Wait!

Wait! No!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Please, please, please, please don't do this.

Please don't do this.

- No, no, no, no. - Come on.

- Ah! - Get in. Get in.

Go on.

- Good girl. Back, back! - Mark? Please.

Please, I'm begging...

No, I'm begging you, I'm begging you.

Where the fuck are you taking us?

You don't have to do this.

Please, I'm begging you.

Oh, my God, Griffin. We need to get him to a hospital!

What the fuck is wrong with you guys?

Wait, wait, wait! Don't, no!

"History repeats itself,

"but in such cunning disguise

"that we never detect the resemblance

until the damage is done."

Sydney J. Harris.

Hey. It's just us again.

Penelope's helping JJ move?

Yeah. She needs the support.

So do Virginia State troopers.

Luke and Tyler are consulting in Roanoke.

Guessing Tara's off-site on her latest assignment.

You know...

I can't believe she volunteered for that.

I can.

She's trying to protect anyone else from having to do it.

Like you.

Oh, seriously?

Our friends on the eighth floor just got axed.

When will it end?

This is brutal.

I'm shocked they haven't offered me a deal yet.

You're too valuable to lay off.

Famous crime fighter and esteemed author.

Why are you avoiding the book deal?

Oh, you're good.

The publisher only wants me to talk about one offender.

- Guess who. - Voit.

We've caught hundreds,

but they want him.

The only one I don't want to talk about.

Well, he's Bundy and Dahmer famous.

A household name.

Well, not in my house.

Yeah, well, you're alone on that.

You should hear these true crime proposals.

They especially love how he tried to reinvent himself

as a family man, but he

couldn't quiet his "killer instincts."

And, yes, that's the title.

Don't worry, I turned them down.

I have zero interest in having this team

relive our Voit years.

- You and me both. - Mm.

I'd die a happy man

if I didn't have to think about Elias Voit ever again.

No! No!

Plea...

And how did that moment make you feel?

You know, we've never

actually talked about the sexual gratification

- of your kills. - It's not about that.

The fantasy was too short.

It was all about power and control.

If you think about it, I'm actually pretty textbook.

No one would agree with that.

Oh, so you think what I did was special?

Well, I don't think it was textbook.

Okay.

So, you think if I walk you through everything,

you'll be able to stop someone else?

You're a living resource, Elias.

For the sake of others, I can't just let you sit in here

and not tell your story.

Well, did you ever think that all this research

is just training other potential killers?

Well, that's a question for you.

Did Rossi's books influence you?

They-they fascinated me.

He was the first person I ever heard talk about

people like my uncle and then...

...and then me.

He made you feel less alone.

Uh-oh.

How's your new cell?

Well, it's bigger than solitary

and safer than gen pop.

The guards are saying that you're not sleeping.

Now, look, I-I know we've talked about it already, but

the families of some of your victims have reached out.

Again.

And they want to meet you.

No. It's not a good idea.

Most are looking for an accountability

that doesn't always come with a conviction.

If that's all they're asking for,

it feels cruel not to give it to them.

No, it'd be cruel to trigger those memories.

Mom, where do you want this last one?

Uh... that one goes in the car.

- Okay, it's getting full, though. - Yeah.

Whoa, whoa. What's that?

- Stuff from Dad's workbench. - Got it.

He'd want it at the new place.

Uh, yes, he would.

This is just random stuff from the garage.

So...

Great.

Oh, God.

You and Will with the bubble wrap.

Mm.

It helps protect precious things.

Um...

speaking of... precious things,

how are you holding up?

I...

It feels so weird, saying goodbye to this place,

but even weirder staying,

so...

Yeah. And the boys want it and, my love, you need it.

Oh, I know, you are right.

As always.

And, uh, it'll give Henry some time

to make some memories at the new place

before he moves away to some dorm somewhere.

Sweet Heaven, how is this even possible?

Like, how are you just, like, a little baby?

And then he was a toddler who wouldn't leave your side.

And now he's going away to college? I...

I was not prepared for this... bittersweet heartache.

But he... he'll probably,

he'll probably stay on the East Coast?

Ha. No, I wish.

California's always been on his list.

Oh, no.

It's okay, Auntie P.

He's not a freshman yet.

- Right? - Right. Right.

We still have time.

- And you're in my neighborhood. - Yes.

I'm coming over all the time.

The boys love your place.

They're already talking about being there every five minutes.

I love it.

Yeah, well,

lock up your scones.

Uh...

I just... I just, I need a minute.

Yeah. Take all the time you want.

Beautiful friends, will you help me with these boxes?

Yes, Auntie P.

Sure.

- Hi, Mom. - Hi, Mom!

It's his first girlfriend.

They were babies a minute ago.

Merry Christmas.

This is perfect.

It is.

Happy birthday.

So, can we just say that we...

we have each other's backs?

I'll find you in every lifetime

and love you even more.

- I love you. - I love you, too.

You've been obsessed with the phone. You all good?

Yeah. I just, uh...

I'm expecting a call, but there's no service out here.

Thanks for coming so quickly.

Dawn patrol called it in.

VIN is registered to a Laurie Raines.

Her parents confirmed she and fellow grad students were

on a trip to Tennessee.

There's signs of violence.

Blood on the driver's side window

and on the ground.

Spent shotgun shell.

Has anyone else ever gone missing out here?

Month ago.

Couple was last seen filling up not far from here.

Then they just vanished.

No car that time, though.

It's an open case, but

there's just no family pushing for answers.

Friends said they were known to go off-grid.

Little more free-spirited.

So disappearing for a month is on-brand for them.

Yeah, but given this... could be they were taken

- by the same offender. - Yeah.

All right. I-I'm gonna need

anything else you have on them and, uh,

let's expand the search to the tri-state area.

If these missing person cases are abductions, the UnSub is

upping his victim count and escalating to violence.

We could be looking for a team.

Abducting multiple victims, it takes skill.

And manpower.

We've gotta lock this area down.

Hang in there, Griff.

It's okay.

It's okay.

You're fine. It's okay.

Add more pressure.

It's not helping.

Don't say that, Mark, damn it.

Shit.

Add more pressure.

It's okay. It's okay.

We need to get him to a hospital!

Do you hear us?

Can you hear me? We gotta get him

- to a fucking hospital! - You'll be okay.

It's all right, Griff, it's all right.

It's okay. Hang on, buddy.

He's bleeding out, man.

- He's gonna die. - Please.

- Do something. Do some... - Sit.

- Griffin! - Wait!

No, you're hurting him! Griff, Griff!

No, no, no!

He needs to go to a doctor!

Please! You're hurting him! No, no, no!

Griffin?

Griffin!

We're gonna die. We're gonna die.

We're gonna die.

Wait, wait, Griffin! No!

No, no!

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!

Ah! What do we do?

Holy shit.

Wait, wait, wait.

Please.

Please, you got to get him to a doctor. Please.

We'll do anything, just get him to the hospital, please.

Hello?

Did you hear that?

Who is this?

You've gotta be quiet. Trust us.

He'll get pissed. It'll get so much worse.

But how can it get worse?

We've been abducted and our friend is bleeding out.

How can it get worse?!

I couldn't sleep much,

but the boys slept well, which only confirms...

Moving was an excellent choice.

Yes.

Ah, feels good to be back here, though.

Where everything feels normal.

Yeah, 'cause it's totally normal, catching killers.

At least we don't pull muscles.

I take that back. He might.

Welcome back. How'd the move go?

We could've used taller people.

I, uh, I pulled something in my wing.

I'm limited to this movement.

That's all. That's all I got.

- I'm sorry. - Is it...?

- How are you? - Things are good.

What's up? Is everything okay?

Not really, but, uh... this is something else.

We should gather everyone. We-We've got a case.

- All right. - Can you help me

get it up on the monitor?

You have one more dumb question for today, handsome.

Choose wisely.

Hold up. Images coming through.

Luke, you are live in five, four, three, two...

Yesterday, three people were reported missing

and one just turned up dead on a remote trail.

Uh, hikers found him this morning.

Griffin Fuchs, 27, just back from the Peace Corps.

Last night he was driving on a remote road

with his grad school friends, Laurie Raines and Mark Benton.

They're still missing.

Now, Griffin was killed, posed and left

in the same area as this man,

who was also found by hikers.

Massive bleeding from the chest

looks like the COD. But what caused it?

A shovel.

It was used to kill them both.

It's evident that this UnSub has a disposition ritual.

Yeah, but get this:

that victim was found in 1996.

If we're looking at the same UnSub here,

this guy is 30 years older

and still healthy and strong enough to take three victims.

His shotgun did some talking.

Found a spent shell near the car.

It's rare to see a victim on display like this,

especially at the same dump site.

He's taunting law enforcement.

But why wait 30 years?

Well, there's a chance it's not the same UnSub.

Right? If this was covered back then, could be a copycat.

But like Dave said, why start now? And why these victims?

Well, you said they were driving on a remote road at night.

It could be a simple wrong place, wrong time.

Any other reports?

Another couple about a month ago.

We don't know if they're connected.

Find out. Meanwhile, we've definitely got

two missing people and our only lead

is a 30-year-old cold case.

So let's get all the files. Clock is ticking.

Hey, Noel! We got another filmmaker over here.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait! No!

Wait, wait! Hey!

Are you almost done? We gotta go.

Just... one more thing.

Transport gate two, transport gate three,

inmate reception.

Transport gate two, gate three.

Divorce papers, huh?

Great. You're still here.

Your subconscious is fighting urges to kill,

which is why I'm distracting you.

You talking to me is how you cope.

You call this "coping"?

Talking to these families is a bad idea.

Of all your bad ideas,

that's where you're drawing the line?

You know what I think?

You thought that if no one knew what you did,

you could be loved.

That's why you buried your secrets.

Yeah, well, there's no more secrets

and no one left to love me.

And those families personify that.

You figure if you keep those people hidden,

like your secrets,

it'll protect you.

I don't deserve protection.

And they don't deserve to be ignored.

I'm not ignoring them!

Oh-kay.

Talking is not going to help anything.

How do you know?

As I see it,

you shouldn't even have a say in this.

All inmates must return

to interior sections in five minutes.

The two outliers are John Doe from 1996

and Griffin from last night.

Otherwise, the UnSub's victimology

could be "couples on a road trip."

Well, it was late. Dark.

Griffin could've been a surprise

and that's why he was killed so quickly.

Yeah, but... but why couples?

It's, like, double the risk and the effort.

So his reward has got to be greater, right?

There's something about the dynamic that he craves...

being outnumbered but he still has all the power.

A team eliminates some risk.

Whether it's one or more, they are sadistic.

We have the name of that first victim from 1996.

It's Jon Layton, 28.

Showed signs of torture, malnutrition and dehydration.

He was held for close to a year.

A year?

One he got the body out there,

the posing took time and effort.

The UnSub knew that area.

He wasn't worried about getting caught.

Yeah, and that's not all.

Apparently, there was a female victim found close by.

Susan Cartwright.

Well, is she still alive?

Okay, I'm doing digging. Ugh. Too soon.

This guy keeps getting more extreme.

Multiple victims for almost a year?

Well, here's some good news...

that female survivor, she's still alive.

We need to talk to her.

You got to calm down, Laurie.

I can't, Mark.

They took Griffin.

I mean, what if he's dead?

He was losing a lot of blood.

I don't know, okay?

There wasn't a hospital for hours.

Laurie, they weren't going to help.

Oh, my God, oh, my God.

He's dead, and we're next.

- We've seen their faces. - No. No.

- They're going to kill us. - Listen.

Listen!

They are still alive.

- Okay? - I don't trust them.

They could be in on it.

This could all be a fucked-up game or some...

So, what? We-we just rot in here?

Don't reach for a lifeline?

No.

Hey. Bodhi?

- Oh, my God. - They, uh,

they took our friend and haven't brought him back.

Did they ever take you guys anywhere?

Ever since they ran us off the road, we've been stuck here.

What do they want?

Some days, nothing.

- Others... - It's not worth fighting back.

Yes, it is.

Yes. No, we have to fight back.

No, no, no. Trust me.

They'll do whatever they want even if you fight back.

They get off on doing it in front of me.

They make me watch.

Doing what?

All of it.

Don't fight.

You'll just get hurt more.

There are four of us. They are outnumbered.

We cannot let them do this to us.

No, they thought of everything.

Having all of us here, it's some twisted shit.

So you're just giving up?

No, no, no, but to survive,

you need to know what to expect,

and right now? You just have to expect the worst.

Oh!

Thanks.

Susan, hi. I'm Jennifer.

Thank you for coming in.

Not sure how much I can help.

It's been so long and the...

police stopped investigating years ago.

So, it... it's happening again?

We think whoever killed a young man last night...

that it's connected to your abduction and Jon's murder.

Is it the same guy?

We're hoping you can help us figure that out.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

- I meant to silence this. - That's okay.

Uh, it's my son, do you mind?

Oh. Of course not. No. I... I get it.

How old?

Uh, college freshman this fall.

Oh, no way.

Uh, mine, too.

Do you just keep asking yourself,

"How did that happen?"

Oh, my God. Weren't we just pregnant?

And they... they needed us all the time.

Ah, they still do.

- In their own way. - Oh. No, they do. Yeah.

Has to figure out how to do his own laundry, but yeah.

My husband always said time's a thief.

Oh, God, that's so true.

I don't know who's gonna dread this, uh, quiet house more,

my husband or me. How about you guys?

Oh. Uh, no...

My... it's my late husband.

He passed just over a year ago.

I'm so sorry, I forgot to say "late."

I'm so sorry. I... I didn't...

- It's okay. - Ugh,

I can't even imagine doing this alone.

I don't know how you do it.

Sorry. Um...

How can I help?

Uh, please, have a seat.

So, we have read over your survivor statement,

but we're hoping that there's a detail you can remember

now that you couldn't back then.

I mean, I can try.

Uh...

I've told the story so many times, it's kind of rote now.

My therapist says that I have detached emotionally from it.

Well, I can't blame you.

It's a classic survival skill.

It was just you and Jon?

As far as I know.

And what can you remember about who did this to you?

Well, it was just one man.

He didn't have a partner or friends or anything.

It was only ever him.

That was enough.

Did he keep you in a house?

Not a house. It was this, um...

like a room, with

this overhead light and one of those popcorn ceilings.

I used to look up at it.

I'm sorry, is this... is this what you're looking for?

Uh, you're doing great.

- Yeah. - Okay. Um...

I remember, like...

these weird little things.

Like...

his boots.

These dirty work boots.

I was...

assaulted every single day.

I'm sorry, I...

thought I put all this behind me. I...

I've never...

I've never told anybody

what really happened back then.

Thought it would be easier to just keep it a secret.

Nobody to feel sorry for me.

Nobody to explain it to.

Susan...

...you are safe now.

You can tell me.

I really thought I was gonna die there.

And...

you know, part of me did.

That man broke us.

You know, destroyed our

faith in everything. And...

Jon was so... devastated.

I begged him

to help me, but he was chained,

and that man...

got me pregnant.

I don't know

how I stayed that way. I was so

sickly.

He barely fed us. I was...

shackled and emaciated.

Anyway, I... I...

gave birth,

but I don't think...

I didn't hear crying, you know?

And then, I guess,

to put us out of our misery, he...

...killed Jon and left me for dead.

And the baby?

He took them.

I had twins.

You're gonna blow the place up.

You boys been busy?

You know it.

Got another gift for ya, old man.

Oh, my God.

Wait, what the fuck?

Where the fuck are you taking us!?

- Oh, ho. - Wait, wait, wait! No, no!

Wait, wait, wait. Okay, okay, okay.

- Twins. Raised by her captor. - Oh...

That poor woman. How is she?

Shaken up.

Yeah. Understandable.

We all thought, after 30 years, this UnSub would need help,

but I gotta tell you, I never thought it'd be like this.

Now we know why he kept Susan and Jon for almost a year.

Pregnancy was part of the plan.

Then and now.

That's why they've got two couples.

One for each son.

Assaulting the women isn't enough.

They need to assert their dominance over the men, too.

It's in their DNA.

Sick as it sounds, it tracks, right? I mean...

these UnSubs wouldn't have had the upbringing

to have an actual relationship.

So they abduct strangers to, like,

continue the lineage of evil.

Oh, my gosh. Why are people so mean?

I know. We don't have time to get into it.

Susan confirmed the UnSub was always alone

and, uh, he would "visit"

every morning and every night.

So he had a predictable schedule.

Uh, he also wore dirty work boots.

He could've worked in a factory.

Logging is big in that area.

He sounds like an opportunist.

So he wouldn't go out of his way to hunt,

but if the victims were in his area of control

on a night he wanted to attack,

well, then, they're in trouble.

Okay, so if he lived close to where he worked and hunted,

that's still a massive area

with multiple places to control victims.

We need to narrow this down.

Do you think Susan would be up for a cognitive?

Uh, I mean, she's pretty upset, but I can ask.

- Tara, you want to join? - Yeah.

Absolutely.

These daily visits to your dad...

they're making all the difference.

You showing him old family movies?

Something like that.

Well, keep it up.

Do you, uh... you think he's gonna pull through?

Oh, come on, son,

you know better.

I'm sorry, but like I told you, he's terminal.

If you can make him happy, we'll keep him comfortable.

Okay?

I'll see you later, Mr. Warner.

Hey...

Adios, Doc.

Come on. Help me up.

- Oxygen. - Yep. Yep.

Hey.

You boys...

you did good.

Glad you liked it.

I'm-I'm getting to the end now, boys.

Don't say that.

It's the truth.

You don't deny it.

But before I go,

let's switch it up a bit.

Like... what?

There is something I need you to do.

Nice to meet you, Dr. Lewis.

Please.

Tara's fine.

So you and Jennifer are just gonna walk me through this?

The questions we ask are meant

to elicit specific memories.

Things that may have been buried.

Now, just a reminder that some of our team is observing

and they will follow through on any leads you may remember.

If they have any follow-up questions,

they will ask me through this earpiece, okay?

I understand.

Okay.

Take a deep breath.

Try and relax.

Now...

go back to that gas station.

You and Jon were outside.

It's spring.

Was it a warm night?

No, kinda cold.

Jon filled up

and then, ten minutes later, we were forced off the road.

We'd never seen the man before.

He-he... wasn't at the gas station like he claimed he was.

Once you were forced off the road, how did you react?

Were you and Jon angry?

Thought it must be some kind of mistake.

And when he got out, he...

I saw an old guy, so I thought maybe he was just confused.

How old was he?

Probably in his 40s,

which just seemed old at the time.

The thing is, he wasn't angry.

He was weirdly calm.

But he had a crowbar, like a silent threat.

Then, when Jon approached him,

he hit him over the head with it and I-I... screamed.

And he threw me into his truck.

I kept yelling.

I thought Jon was dead, but...

when I got thrown inside the room, Jon was already inside.

No. No!

- Shut up! - Asshole!

No! No!

He was bleeding so bad.

We got through that first night without seeing that man again.

But that was the last time he ever left us alone.

How long from the abduction site

to the secondary location?

How long was the drive?

20 minutes, maybe.

I remember thinking I was gonna die in that truck,

but then he pulled me out.

Did you scream?

He told me to shut up

or he was gonna kill Jon, so I...

I didn't yell again.

Not...

not outside.

Jon! Jon!

Stay down!

Were you underground or in a garage?

No, it-it was like a-a room.

Just mattresses. And...

the windows were boarded up.

And there was this gross carpet...

...and-and this strange padding on the walls.

Could she hear anything?

Was the padding like soundproofing?

Yeah.

But I-I could hear...

I could hear him pulling out on the, on the gravel.

A-And...

he took our shoes. That-That's weird, right?

He didn't want you to run away.

Yeah. That, plus the soundproofing,

makes us thinks that there was likely someplace to run to...

like a neighbor or back out into the road.

So... So, is this helping?

Yes.

Yeah. We're gonna add all of your memories

to the geographic profile.

You've confirmed that they have a preferred

hunting and dumping ground

and that the abduction site is still active.

Deductive reasoning tells us

it's the same secondary site, as well.

The boarded windows and the padded room

was probably a DIY project.

We should look at abandoned structures

that he could've controlled.

Yeah. But the problem is,

that whole area's been a ghost town since the '80s.

I mean, it used to be a tourist destination,

like a regular Virginia's Radiator Springs.

Now it's a just a bunch of abandoned places.

Let's narrow the search to a... a 20-mile radius

from the abduction site.

Narrowing.

You have that look. I can feel it.

- What look? - That "you're thinking something

and you're not gonna say it" look.

Hey. We've got four people missing.

Okay?

It's not thought out, but if her senses were compromised...

she said the room was dark and soundproofed...

then maybe another sense was heightened.

Like, uh... like smell.

Yeah, well, ask her.

Hey, JJ, can you ask her

if she smelled anything? Either in the room

or when he'd open the door?

Was there a distinctive smell in the room?

Or even on his clothes.

He smelled like tobacco. Not...

Not from cigarettes, but like that-that

sweet, spicy scent before it's burned.

My-my grandad used to put cherry tobacco in his pipe.

That's... that's what he smelled like.

So like a-a smoke shop or a processing plant?

Yeah.

Lot of tobacco in this county.

Hey.

Always follow your hunches, man.

Okay?

I love you, Laurie.

Mark. Mark? Where are you taking him? Mark!

- Just do what he says, Laurie! - What are you gonna do to him?

Mark, you've got to fight back!

Where are you taking me? No! No!

Julie?

No, please.

No. Julie!

Get in here. Get.

New teams.

Teams?

One of you kills the other.

But whoever survives gets to leave.

What?

No, no, no. Wait, wait.

Wait, please don't do this.

Julie?

Julie?

Do you think they mean it?

I don't know.

They've never done this before.

Have they...

started hurting you?

What?

That's what Julie was talking about.

Wait, what?

They're doing that to her and you don't fight them?

I-I've tried.

But they both come in so it's, like, two against one

and it's part of their sick game

to make me feel powerless.

You feel powerless?

And what about Julie?

They're assaulting her.

And that's way fucking worse, Bodhi.

- That's way worse. - I know it is.

I'm just saying...

What...

Wait, what if, what if they want us to kill you?

Yeah. The women kill the men. That's why they put you

in here, because I wouldn't hurt Mark and he wouldn't hurt me,

but I don't know you.

- That's not what this is. - How do you know?

Think about it.

If we kill you,

that takes out any chance

for you to fight them.

And then Julie and I have no kind of protection.

From what it sounds like,

she doesn't have any.

Maybe they want us to kill the women

to put you out of your misery.

By killing us?

Have you heard about surviving?

Maybe death is better

than what they're gonna put you through.

Is that a threat?

We gotta get the fuck out of here.

This padding is the same as ours,

but hasn't been secured yet.

Let's just think about it for a second, okay?

What do they want?

To... to play games with us

and then kill us, right?

If that's true, I'd be dead already.

No.

They're keeping us.

I think they're trying to get me pregnant.

Oh, my God.

What the fuck!?

- Ah! - What the fuck?

Turn the lights on, you assholes!

Give it back! Give it back!

Stop it! Give that back!

You're gonna get hurt.

This is how you're gonna kill me, huh?

No. No!

Please! Don't!

You'll go to fucking hell for this!

No...

Stop! Stop! Ah!

You're gonna throw us away.

I know you're gonna kill me,

this is how you're gonna kill me!

Crank it up.

Stop!

Oh, Laurie!

Please!

Hey!

Hey, stop, please!

Told you boys this would be fun.

Taking an aging, organized, patient offender

and adding his two younger sons

can create a new psychopathology.

Some things won't change.

Like the original UnSub's nature.

He's off-grid for a reason.

Like a distrust in government.

So we won't be able find them through traditional records.

Right. He wouldn't have risked taking the boys to doctors

or sending them to school.

No birth records, since they were born in captivity.

Mm. They may work as day laborers and get paid in cash.

That would keep them out of the system.

Or if they had a family business,

they could only accept cash.

Again, untraceable.

O, ye of little faith in my powers.

There might not be employment records,

but I could find family-owned businesses

that may or may not have tricked Uncle Sam.

Given Susan's memory of smelling tobacco,

I started my search in one of

Virginia's biggest cash crops.

Oh! I am learning, right now,

that there were 6,000 tobacco farms

in the great state 30 years ago.

That number has dwindled to 300.

- Within the UnSub's comfort zone? - A dozen.

Cross-referencing that with abandoned structures

in a 20-mile radius.

Okay. There's a lot of those. Hold on to the feathered hope.

Uh, here's something.

Uh, northeast of the abduction site

there is a tobacco farm.

Southwest there is an old campground

with some cabins, owned by...

the Warner family.

Wait.

Could this be our guy?

Frank Warner

worked at the tobacco factory.

He lived on the family's property, which hasn't been

a safe place to rest your head since the late '80s.

A gravel pathway in the middle of nowhere.

We got to check it out.

Coordinates are on your phone.

Send that image to JJ

and tell us more about Frank Warner.

Uh, he was arrested for assault...

twice... in the '90s...

Yeah, he didn't serve time.

So he became a better offender after that.

He didn't risk letting his victims survive.

He abducted and killed them instead.

I've got a sinking feeling

he's got a bigger body count than we know.

I don't know about that, but...

That's JJ.

Susan Cartwright says it's him.

- Send us the... - Done.

Laurie!

Stop! Turn it off! Turn it off!

Take that off.

Frank Warner.

Agents Rossi and Prentiss.

FBI.

You're under arrest for the murder of Jon Layton,

the abduction and sexual assault of Susan Cartwright

and aiding and abetting your sons

in the abduction of four others...

Oh, you got the wrong guy.

I've just been wasting away in here.

You just stand there lookin' pretty, honey?

The good part is the only idiots who he was able to radicalize

were the sons he got by raping a woman.

Come on, that's more bullshit.

You say my sons abducted people?

It's the opposite.

Those bitches drove Caleb and Noel off the road.

Thinks that's gonna fly.

Now, you better look me in the eye, girl.

Well, now, nobody has called me "girl" in quite some time,

but the girl in me would say that you, Frank,

sound like a crazy old man.

The seasoned profiler in me knows

that you're a violent, anger-excitation rapist

raised in a household that praised the hate you spew,

which is why you passed it along to your sons.

You'd say it's in the DNA.

I'd say it's how you were socialized.

It's probably both.

The worst part is,

just like you,

your sons abducted innocent people.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no. I told you.

Those bitches ran my boys off the road!

You can't believe anything out of their dirty mouths!

Boy, you are so angry, Frank.

Is it because you're an original incel?

Or because you'll be dead soon?

Don't worry about your sons.

We'll make sure they're in prison.

Ah, we'll see.

My boys are United States citizens.

And you're forgettin' where you are, little lady.

The jury will get it right.

Well, that's enough.

Let's get him out of here before I slap the shit out of him.

Oh, I would like to see you try.

Trooper.

Yes, ma'am.

Stop!

Help, somebody!

Stop!

Laurie!

FBI! Drop it!

FBI! Drop the weapon!

We have the right to defend ourselves.

You're on private property.

Put the gun down or you die.

Careful. You know, you're on camera.

We are standing our ground.

You're holding four people captive.

Oh, they attacked us on the road.

Bullshit. You murdered Griffin Fuchs.

Oh, that was self-defense.

No jury's gonna buy that.

Drop the weapon.

What about you? Easy way or the hard way?

See you in court.

Yeah. Can't wait.

Where are they?

There's two dozen cabins. They could be anywhere.

I got the right to remain silent.

Where are they!?

Stop. Think about this.

We don't have to play their game.

You don't have to hurt me...

If I don't kill you, you'll kill me!

Yah!

I don't have a choice.

He said whoever survives, leaves,

and I'm fucking leaving, motherfucker!

Please, please...

Laurie! Laurie!

I'm Luke Alvez, with the FBI.

- Drop the weapon. - No.

- Just... put it down. - No.

- No. - It's okay.

It's okay.

All right? It's over.

Julie?

- You okay? - Yeah.

Laurie.

Thank God.

- I want to go home. - Okay.

They caught them.

- All of them? - Yeah.

So it-it's over?

It's over.

And I-I don't have to see 'em?

Only if you want that closure.

For the past 30 years, I didn't think that they survived, and...

...in a lot of ways, they didn't.

Being raised by that monster turned them into monsters.

You know what? I have a husband and a son.

And that's...

that's who I need to be with now.

I understand.

Thank you.

And good luck to you and your kids

and your new, uh, roomier nest.

You, too.

Hey, Henry. What's up?

Yeah. I'm... I'm coming home now.

Uh... Okay, wait. Did you already load the clothes in?

Wait, wait, wait. Did you separate the clothes

or did you just dump 'em all in?

Oh. Nice.

Uh, okay, so do you have the detergent?

Little late for a visit, don't you think?

I heard you still weren't sleeping.

Side effect of guilt.

Kind of fucks with your shut-eye.

What's your excuse?

Mm.

Workaholic.

Plus, the traffic is, like, zilch right now, so...

So what's going on with you?

Guards say you're talking to yourself.

Oh, I'm just thinking out loud, I guess. I don't know.

Anything I should know about?

Go ahead.

She'll believe you.

Um...

lawyers sent over divorce papers.

I thought that happened already.

Yeah, it did,

but since I got sentenced,

it means I'm gonna rot in here for the rest of my life,

so the papers were drawn up

so that I rot in here the rest of my life

with nothing to live for.

Well, you know,

- you could... - I-I could find some purpose.

Have you given it any more thought?

You do not actually think that that's gonna

help these families sleep any better.

- Yeah, I do. - Yeah, I doubt that.

Is any of this even helping at all?

The BAU already knows that fantasy leads to peeping,

leads to stalking, leads to breaking and entering...

Yes.

But you lived through this stuff.

- We only studied the behavior. - No. No, no.

We both studied it.

But you studied it to help other people

and I studied it to help myself.

Yes, because you're an addict.

All right?

And you were chasing a high.

Do you want to tell me about it?

Sometimes the high would last for months.

But then the comedown, it would be bad.

I'd pick up other things, I'd...

Smoking, drinking, anything just to take the edge off.

Yeah. That makes sense.

Addicts have to feed the beast.

But you also learned to adapt.

To fit in. Right?

To play the part.

Yeah, I got really good at that.

I convinced someone to marry me

so that I seemed like a good guy.

Whatever it takes.

And then, once you find a way to be invisible...

You test the theory.

To see if you're right.

And then it's all about self-control

and building up the nerve.

Because after the stalking but before the actual contact,

it's all about a fantasy

that lays the groundwork for everything else.

And once it starts...

it can't be stopped.

Problem is, while we sit in here talking about it,

someone new is out there doing it.

You just don't know it yet.

Bye.

Love you guys.