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Previously on Criminal Minds: Evolution...

Brian Garrity is a tinfoil hat-wearing truther.

FBI fabricated a manhunt to cover up

the assassination of Deputy Director Douglas Bailey.

Do you have any idea how many rabbit holes

Brian Garrity has been down in his life?

The moon landing, the Kennedy assassination.

Guards say you're talking to yourself.

Anything I should know about?

Go ahead. She'll believe you.

Your subconscious is fighting urges to kill,

which is why I'm distracting you.

You talking to me is how you cope.

The families of some of your victims have reached out

and they want to meet you.

Most are looking for an accountability

that doesn't always come with a conviction.

You think

if I walk you through everything,

you'll be able to stop someone else?

For the sake of others,

I can't just let you sit in here and not tell your story.

Problem is, while we sit in here

talking about it, someone new

is out there doing it.

You just don't know it yet.

Open up. Police.

- What's his name again? - Al Smith.

Mr. Smith? Metro PD.

- You're sure he's home? - Think so.

I saw him three days ago. He's off.

I-I need more than "he's off".

He's not picking up his mail. He's not answering his phone.

Other day, he couldn't even unlock his door.

He's off.

Mr. Smith?

Anybody home?

We're entering to do a wellness check.

Sir? Are you all r...

Hold up.

Is that a gas leak?

Our ranges are ancient.

- Oh, no, did he suffocate? - Shh, shh, shh.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, stop.

Whoa, stop. Stop.

What the fuck are you doing?

Hey, what the fuck are you doing? Stop.

- You don't need to do this. - Al,

- no. - Y-You don't need to do this.

- Stop. - No!

I'm sorry.

Harlan Ellison wrote

"I have no mouth,

and I must scream."

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Get it together.

- Where is he? - He's right there.

All right. Hey.

- Thank you. - Oh, but of course.

- What happened to your hand? - It's nothing. I'm okay.

Holy shit!

They will let anybody up on the sixth floor now, huh?

Well, they let your dumb ass become a profiler, didn't they?

- How have you been, Tom? - Good.

- Yeah? - Good. You?

Well, you know...

Uh, listen, I-I, uh, I heard about...

- Yeah. Um... - I know, bud.

I'm sorry.

Seriously, what, uh, what are you doing up here?

Well, I'm here to see you. And, hopefully, your team.

- Is it bad? - It's weird.

Come on.

Came to the right place. Let's go.

- Hey. SSA Prentiss. - Hi.

- Agent Tyler Green. - Good to see you again, sir.

Oh, you've worked with Agent Green before?

Well, I helped Green get through his Basic Field Training Course.

Well, he didn't help so much as I survived.

Agent Milliken kicked my ass.

Me and all the new agent trainees.

Is that how you met Luke?

Oh, no. Alvez and I are retired army grunts.

We met in the ARC Program.

The Army Recovery Care Program.

- They do great work. - We do.

I'm proud to get to volunteer there.

We help ill and injured service members

reintegrate into civilian life.

Matter of fact, that's why I'm knocking at your door.

The BAU does equivocal death investigations, correct?

Helping determine the manner of death,

whether it's suicide, homicide, or...

just an accident?

That is correct. Do you have a case like that?

Well...

Luke, could you...

This is Captain Al Smith,

another friend of mine from ARC.

He died yesterday morning.

Cause of death?

Gas stove blew up in his face.

All four ranges were turned all the way up.

Based on the explosion,

they'd been that way for quite some time.

Had the, uh, matchbook in his hand.

We can take the case.

We'd start with a psychological autopsy,

but I-I just don't think there's much for us

- to investigate here. - I know. I know.

And I know the numbers. Hell, I preach 'em.

87% of all vets report exposure to at least one traumatic event,

and less than half get the treatment that they need.

But that is not Al, okay?

If you met him through ARC,

what-what was he being treated for?

Anxiety. Depression. Intrusive thoughts.

Which are indicators of PTSD.

His pistol was in his gun safe.

I mean, he didn't blow his brains out, he blew himself up.

And he took a cop

and a building superintendent with him.

That's odd, even for PTSD.

Did you know him, Luke?

I know the type.

And I know what scares me is...

Let's say this is what it looks like.

Sometimes, it happens in clusters.

One of our guys punches his own ticket

and another one says, "Hey, that's a good idea".

"Maybe I'll go out the same way."

That's why I want to take it. Find out why.

- Tyler, would you mind? - Not at all.

Agent Prentiss, thank you.

- Good morning. - Ugh.

Ah, you got my email.

What the hell is Voit up to?

Tara is with him now, so is Rebecca to expedite.

All he has to do is pick a family member

and say, "Boo-hoo, I did it".

Just one family member.

And he is down to his final four.

He's treating this like he's picking out a goddamn ring.

He is trying to find the victim he killed

with the least amount of violence

because that will be the least upsetting

to whomever he talks to.

Yeah, well, someone should tell him

it's always upsetting.

Hey. Morning.

- Woof. - Oh. You too?

How many podcasts do you listen to?

Um, I don't know. It's mostly news. Why?

Well, Henry devours them.

Specifically, the ones on Voit,

and it turns out that there's one

that mentions me, you and the BAU.

It's our case.

- It goes with the territory we'd be mentioned. - No.

Emily.

This one is made by someone you know.

Personally.

Fu...

Emily. Bella!

- Come on. - Oh. Oh, dear. I get it.

I've made your job harder, haven't I?

But, Emily, come on, the brass ring is right there.

All this time, I've been barking up the wrong tree.

I thought conspiracies were where it's at.

Serial killers. Serial killers!

My downloads are through the roof,

and it's not just about the money.

The money is very nice.

It's about the social capital.

Emily, I'm trending. I've never trended before.

I've never had a hashtag catch on

with more than three people

and now I'm trending.

And yes, of course, I may have taken

one or two little liberties

in the service of a greater story...

Are you going to kill me?

No, because that's illegal.

And you have every right to produce a podcast

that is nothing but lies.

Excuse me, not nothing.

Did or did not Elias Voit call you dad?

Because I paid an orderly a hefty sum for that intel.

Which, when he said it, was more like,

uh, "Is that you, Dad?"

And less like I had it on the pod,

which was more, um, "Ooh, spank me, Daddy".

Even that is not why you're here.

You're here because you're claiming

Voit is a serial killer

that was trained by the BAU to be

a Manchurian candidate, which is-is...

- uh... uh... - It's horseshit.

And you're gonna clean up the mess you've made.

I can do that. I can do that, no problem.

I-I'm wrapping up season one.

I-I can put a cap on the season finale,

uh, and do a 180-degree pivot.

That's what we do on podcasts.

You start out with one thesis, and then, eventually,

you pivot to another one, right?

To sell it, though, I just need one

little thing.

What?

What no other Elias Voit podcast has.

I want an on-the-record interview

with the white whale himself.

- You can't possibly... - Oh, come on.

I mean "white whale" metaphorically.

I'm not fat-shaming the guy.

Although, I did hear he's putting on LBs in prison.

- Confirm? Deny? - No.

Okay, good for him. Keeping the weight off.

No to your request. That's not happening.

Oh... That's really a shame.

I feel bad for you guys.

'Cause I guess I'll just have to keep telling my story

my way.

Get out.

Oh.

Tell Tara I said hi.

Transfer van is here. Please have

all transfer prisoners to the garage and ready.

I think this one.

Oh, wait, no, sorry.

No...

This one. Yeah.

- Deena Ryan. - Mm-hmm.

You're sure?

Yeah.

- Yeah, I'm sure. - Okay.

Why her?

What does it matter?

It matters because it matters.

Before her mom comes in here,

we need to confirm that you're telling the whole truth

- about her daughter. - Look, I strangled Deena.

She died. That's the whole truth.

That is not good enough, Elias.

Her mother's gonna want to know why.

Why you took her daughter,

where you took her,

- how you strangled her. - Wait.

Wait, you both wearing wedding rings.

Oh, my God, you got married.

That-That's amazing. Congrats.

Focus, please.

Yeah, sorry. Um...

Look, I-I just hope it works out.

I mean, not "I hope".

I... It's gonna work out. It's gonna be great.

I just, I-I think, you know, especially everything

we're going through right now, getting married

is kind of the ultimate act

- of optimism, so... - Hey. Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

- What? - We know you're getting divorced,

but we've got a job to do.

Right. Uh... Sure. All right.

Tell you what,

I'll coordinate with the Bureau of Prisons.

We'll get Deena's mom put on your visitor list.

Great.

And I will review Deena's file.

Just...

be honest with the mom, okay?

Nice job.

Dodging that question,

not telling them what you really did to that girl.

I really don't want to tell them anything.

Then why are you doing this?

You told me to.

What good is having an angel

on my shoulder if I don't listen to him?

Oh, that's adorable.

What is?

You think I'm the angel.

_

Do you want me to, uh...

Get started without me. I'll catch up.

How are you doing?

Tired.

I heard that.

I'm SSA Luke Alvez with the Bureau.

I'm looking into Captain Smith's death.

Oh. Nice to meet you.

If, uh, if you're here, I guess that means, uh...

Yeah.

He didn't have a family.

I've got to get him dressed and take him up to Arlington.

- Can I have a look? - Yeah.

Don't take it out of the bag.

Smith was EOD?

Pardon?

Captain Smith was Explosives Ordinance Disposal.

Um, I guess. Is that important?

It might be.

- Can I ask you something? - Sure.

The way he died,

is there gonna be enough for his dress blues?

I don't know.

Okay, so cause of death was trauma from the explosion.

If that didn't do it, the fourth degree burns would have.

- Was it instantaneous? - Yeah.

The cop and the super weren't so lucky.

I know it might sound weird, but was his brain still intact?

You thinking PTSD?

I'm thinking it, yeah.

Well, there's definitely evidence

of a traumatic brain injury as a result of, you know,

a small rocket exploding in Captain Smith's face,

but when you're talking PTSD,

the biggest giveaway, post-mortem,

is reduced hippocampal volume,

and his was perfectly-sized.

So his brain was normal?

Mm, I didn't say that.

I saw something weird on the CT scan at first.

It was so nuts, I performed an MRI to be sure.

That is highly abnormal.

And it's not from the explosion?

Mm-mmm. Too symmetrical.

So, what would cause that?

Not what. Who.

I'm sorry, I don't understand what I'm looking at here.

Those gashes between the lobes

are evidence of an ice pick,

shoved up each nostril into his brain.

Captain Smith was lobotomized.

Wait, what?

Why?

We don't know.

He... he-he would never...

We thought the same thing until we did some more digging,

and it turns out that

this isn't the first time it's happened.

This is Major Howard Newton.

Last week, he disappeared.

When police found him, he'd also been lobotomized.

You recognize him?

No. Should I?

He was an advocate for Arlington Army Recovery Care.

Look, Tom,

you thought this was about more than suicide,

and you were right.

This doesn't make any sense.

All the ARC Program does is help injured soldiers.

Why would somebody do this to us?

Because he's hurt,

and he wants them to feel his pain.

You don't have to do this.

I-I can help you.

I can make you feel better, I swear.

No, no, no, no.

What are you gonna do?

This is better if you don't move.

Just-just give me one more chance.

I promise, it-it'll work this time.

Please.

No.

Y-Your daughter was very, um...

I'm sorry. I know that's...

That's-that's what I want to say, is I'm sorry.

A-Are you-are you comfortable? Do you need anything?

Maybe like... water or, I don't...

No.

Want to take a swing at me?

I'm not gonna fight back.

You could probably get a few in before anyone

runs in here and...

That's not gonna happen.

I don't want that either.

Okay. W-W-What do you want?

It... I'm Sorry. I mean...

W-What do you want from me?

I want to tell you what I've learned.

Because when your child dies,

you learn.

Everything.

You seek out every detail

you can find to make it make sense.

So, I've learned how much pressure it takes

to crush a larynx.

14.3 kilograms. Did you know that?

I did.

Of course you did.

'Cause you learned it, too.

It was part of your training.

- What? - Your training

by this government agency.

The very same agency, coincidentally, that caught you.

Because you went off the reservation, didn't you?

Ms. Ryan, that's completely unfounded.

Wait, what is she talking...

I'm sor... I don't know. What di... Where did you hear that?

- Don't tell me you don't know. - I...

You know. The whole world knows.

- It's in the podcast. - What podcast?

What podcast?

Look, calm down.

There are a lot of podcasts out there

telling bigger lies about you.

This is how the algorithm works. I'm sure Brian Garrity's bad,

but he's not even the worst one out there.

Yeah, but he is the most popular, right?

Given your prior experience with him,

the most believable, thus the more dangerous.

Dangerous? Jesus, stop already.

Just tell me how I'm wrong.

Look, give a dipshit a megaphone,

he's still too stupid to use it properly.

Just let the guy have his 15 minutes and he'll go away.

What if my daughters hear it?

Elias, your daughters already know everything.

A podcast is not gonna change their minds.

Okay, well, what if it changes someone else's?

You know, someone could find this, they could-they could

interpret it wrong,

they might identify with me, they might idolize me.

You didn't control a network of people

who would do anything that you told them to do.

No. But we arrested all of them, remember?

The guy we're talking about is a troll.

What is the first thing that we learned

about the Internet? You don't feed the trolls.

No, that was the first lesson of the Internet

before the troglodytes took over.

I want-I want... I want to set the record straight.

- How? - By going on his podcast.

No.

How am I supposed to give anyone closure

when everyone who comes in here

is believing these lies

that this Garrity clown is telling them?

Look, I'll keep doing this,

but how am I supposed to keep doing this

and subjugating myself to people if...

if-if... if they don't even believe what I'm saying?

I want to at least apologize for what I actually did.

All right. Let's-let's think this thing through.

You go on the record with Garrity, what happens?

You get more attention.

You give him more attention.

You're only gonna make the guy more popular.

Yes, and that is why you are going to

give him a list of conditions.

Of course you have conditions.

So I'm supposed to make a podcast happen from prison?

It's-it's not a livestream, it's a pre-tape.

FBI and DOJ have complete control over the recording.

Anything goes sideways, we seize the audio.

A-And what are these conditions Voit's demanding?

A backup recording,

provided by us, nothing high-tech.

It can literally be, like, a voice memo on your phone.

- Why? - Insurance.

Voit wants to make sure Brian doesn't edit him

out of context or misrepresent him.

And if he does, Voit has the right to release

the unedited audio to a rival podcast.

And we're just fine with all this?

W... Am I happy to let a psychopath match wits

with a deranged narcissist?

No, I'm not, but if it gets rid of Garrity,

I'm willing to roll the dice on a psychopath.

Wait, I thought you profiled that Voit

- was no longer a psychopath. - No, you're right.

He's not. It's...

When Brian Garrity

is in my life, it...

Have you ever had heartburn?

Where-where the...

acid reflux is so, so hot,

it's like you can taste the hatred?

Okay, the guards are gonna have to inspect

- all the audio equipment. - Oh, absolutely.

Okay, and no touching. None.

Of course.

Will Garrity say yes?

He already did.

He had his own counter-conditions.

Ok... Okay, now I'm feeling it.

Come on.

The prescription antacids are in my office.

Oof.

What do we got?

Two victims. Part of a program

to help veterans recover physically and mentally.

Unsub's targeting them, but not killing them.

Well, then what is he...

Oh, shit. Lobotomy.

Never mind.

Victimology's connected through the Army Recovery Care Program.

So, he could have been a part of it

or rejected from it, and now he's taking revenge.

Uh, lucky for us, the U.S. Army does keep meticulous records.

Tyler, could you do me a solid?

Vouch for me with Agent Milliken,

'cause then maybe I can get into ARC's files?

Men in uniform either throw themselves at me

or throw me out of their office.

- Is everything okay with Luke? - Uh...

- Yeah, I think-think so. Why? - I don't know.

Maybe it's nothing. He just seems a bit... You know?

See, that is why I always consult the Oracle of Alvez.

Penelope, is Luke okay?

I don't know.

I don't know. And if

I did know, I wouldn't tell any of you

because I'm not a gossip.

So, let's get back to work. Skedaddle.

It's not the outcome any of us wanted, but

the tumor's spread.

There's nothing else we can do.

What are my, uh...

What can I do?

Well, we have a choice.

If you want, I can discharge her,

or we can keep her here, keep her comfortable.

How much time does she have?

Luke, she's in a lot of pain.

Hey.

Hey.

Where's your head?

This case...

They're starting to notice.

Okay, uh...

I'll get it together.

Oh, and one more thing?

Uh, Howard Newton... the first lobotomy victim...

his wife brought him in.

All right.

Are you up for this?

I have to be.

This was... let me think...

about nine days ago now.

I can't even make sense of it, really.

He called me to tell me he was coming home, but then...

he never came home.

And when did you call the police?

Midnight, that night.

And when did they find your husband?

They didn't. I did.

When the sun came up and he was still gone,

I started to just go crazy,

so I got in my car and I drove around.

I found him two blocks from our house.

So whoever did this knew where you lived.

I suppose.

Or maybe they let Howard go, and he recognized

a few streets.

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Shh. - K-K-K...

- Hey, hey, I'm here. I'm here, honey. - K...

Shh. Hey. Shh.

Shh. Shh. I'm here.

That's all he can say of my first name.

Kimberly.

Uh, Ms. Newton, we're...

we're trying to make a map

of where this man's

finding his victims and where he might be leaving them.

Do you think you could help us out?

I can try. I-I don't know how much

I'm gonna be able to give you, though.

Okay, no, we-we appreciate that.

- Uh, Luke, can you... - Yeah. Sure.

I'll keep Major Newton company.

K...

No, y-your wife, she'll-she'll be right back.

She's just in the other, the other room.

- K... - Do you-you need something?

K...

No, no, no, no.

No. No.

Kill me.

No, man. Hey.

- Kill me. - No, man, just hang on.

- Okay? - Kill me, kill me.

Just hang on.

It's all right.

This victim's name

is Theodore Nguyen.

Lobotomized, catatonic, like the others.

He was found outside his own office. No cameras.

- Where was this? - Baltimore.

There's no ARC Program in Baltimore.

That would track because Mr. Nguyen

isn't associated with the military at all.

He's an acupuncturist.

Acupuncturist?

Yeah. Surprised us, too.

This guy is way outside

of this unsub's victimology.

Is there any overlap between acupuncture and ARC?

No, none.

We don't offer that as part of our services.

Acupuncturists treat pain, right?

What did Nguyen specialize in?

He advertised clinical therapies for headaches.

What kind of headaches... migraines?

Yeah. In fact,

he promoted his unique therapy for it.

If the unsub is suffering from that,

it could be motivating him.

You don't lobotomize somebody for headaches.

You might if the pain was bad enough.

What are-what are they called... the ones that your friend

- suffered from? - Cluster headaches.

They're so intense that they can cause

temporary vision changes, auras.

They can lead to anxiety and aggression.

The pain is so bad that some patients

call them "suicide headaches".

Let's just say this unsub suffered an injury in-country,

uh, developed PTSD.

First, he would try to manage it himself,

- push it down. - He'd push himself

to the limit. He's a soldier. A warrior.

Yeah. When that didn't work, he would self-flagellate.

As in cut himself or whip himself?

No. Tattoos.

This guy has full sleeves, both arms.

Probably his whole body.

They would be a marker

of the pain that he's trying to outrun.

And once he can't take it anymore, he comes to ARC

for some sort of relief, he doesn't get it,

so he attacks the other vets

he comes in contact with for not helping.

Yeah, except Ms. Garcia and I checked with ARC.

Volunteer activity is regularly documented.

And there's no overlap

between our two victims and any one particular patient.

Yeah, but if he wasn't evaluated correctly,

there would be no record, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

Then we need to talk to whoever the acupuncturist saw.

He's the outlier in terms of victimology.

We'll build a suspect list out of any veterans he treated.

Okay, well, we need to move quick.

It's only a matter of time before he gets another headache.

Hey, explain something to me.

If they're called "suicide headaches",

why is this soldier going on the offense?

Because when you're a psychopath,

right before you kill someone,

your brain gets flooded with dopamine.

That would be the only chemical

that would give him some relief.

But he's not killing them.

No, because then their pain would be over.

He wants them to feel like he does.

Locked in.

Transport gate open.

Test one,

test one, shibboleth, shibboleth.

Sure you're good with this?

Test two, test two,

red leather, yellow leather, red leather.

For the record, this is a secondary recording

of the Elias Voit and Brian Garrity interview.

Mr. Garrity, do you consent to this recording?

I do.

All right. Let's bring him in.

Oh, wait.

Okay. Now I'm ready.

I'm gonna make BetterHelp my bitch after this.

Wow. I mean...

You are so... short.

I'm sorry, I-I just mean

I, you know, I was expecting...

Save it for the episode.

Okay.

Welcome to The Sicarius Files,

colon, Elias Voit, colon,

Man or Mystery.

I am your host, Brian Garrity.

Today's episode, truly amazing.

My guest,

the Sicarius killer himself,

Elias Voit.

Hello.

To set the scene

for our listeners, we are currently...

No, you can't say where he is.

Sorry. Right. Okay.

We are currently in prison.

So, Elias.

May I call you Elias?

What is this?

Hmm? What is this?

Hmm?

Wh... Hey, please don't do that.

It-it-it puts the levels in the red.

Oh, your le... Your levels are in the red?

I'm sorry, you're spreading lies about me

and you're worried about your fucking levels?

Whoa!

Oh, whoa.

Ok-Okay, I'm-I'm turning this off right now.

No.

No.

You got yourself into this, little man.

There's no escaping now.

What's... Are you gonna...

This was the deal.

We didn't approve the sign.

Wh...

Look at me, Brian.

Just look at me.

Why are you telling your listeners

that I was trained by the government?

- Uh... - I'll tell you why.

It's because it gives you

an explanation for me.

It makes me seem smaller.

Do I seem small to you right now?

No.

- I'm sorry, what? - No.

No.

Good. And your podcast... how-how much of it

is actually true?

- None of it. - None of it?

Good.

Good, very good. Now it's-it's my turn

to explain myself to you.

And you're not-you're not... far off.

Takes a little man to be scared of someone

banging on a table, but it...

takes a littler one to resort to it.

There's...

nothing romantic about me.

I'm not brilliant, I'm not special.

I'm an antisocial psychopath

who can only get his heart rate up by killing people.

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.

Now we're done.

You knew that was gonna happen.

You knew Voit was gonna do that.

No, we told him no physical contact,

but yeah, I-I had a feeling he would have something

- up his sleeve. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, take it easy.

I have to salvage the remains of my flaming career.

You betrayed me. I thought we were friends.

Oh, Brian, there's something I've been wanting to say

for the better part of six years.

We are not friends.

All you have ever done is make my life miserable,

so my job is not to make your job easier.

Well, how dare you?

You are a public servant.

To the public! Not to you, personally.

Oh, you have me siding

with a convicted serial killer over you.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

When my audience hears this episode,

they're gonna be furious at Voit's disdain for them.

You don't...

have to post it.

I already presold the advertising

to a vegan-only meal kit delivery service.

And if there's one group you don't want to cross,

it's Big Vegan.

Okay, so, so,

what if you reframed it?

I mean, maybe this is actually an opportunity.

- What do you mean? - The podcast pivot.

A-And didn't Voit just hand you one

on a silver platter?

Yeah. Yeah.

Uh, an episode where

I find out the serial killer

is just a serial killer.

Oh, that's good.

You are brilliant.

Okay. Thank you.

I guess.

Hearing that from you means... something.

So... What, um,

you decided to kill him after all?

I did not.

But our Elias Voit podcast problem

has come to an end.

Nobody on Nguyen's patient list comes close to the profile.

But he did take a lot of walk-ins who paid with cash

because they didn't have insurance.

That's just like the ARC program, right?

I mean, this unsub is flying just under the radar

when it comes to victimology.

Is there something about his headaches that we missed?

Some other condition that he might have?

Luke?

Hmm?

You got that "thinking but not saying it" look.

No. Uh...

All right, what about this? What about...

chronic traumatic encephalopathy?

CTE.

Yeah, we are treating that more and more.

Especially as we understand what concussions

are doing to the brain.

CTE has been known to lead to violence.

I mean, not always,

- but yeah, sometimes. - And worst of all,

it's like having a time bomb in your head.

Don't know you have it, you can't even

diagnose it until an autopsy.

Do you think about that a lot?

I mean, when you serve, you're always thinking about

where the next hit's coming from.

- Yeah. - Our guy probably thought about it.

And no matter where he goes, he can't seem

to get anybody to give him a straight answer

on why he's so angry all the time.

And each time he gets angry, he loses more and more control.

I mean, take Nguyen. He shoved the ice pick

so far up into the brain tissue,

it made contact with the tip of his skull. He's not trying...

I'm sorry, but I need to know how you want to proceed.

Okay...

Okay...

I need to see her.

Uh, b-before we do anything.

I need to see her. Where... Is she...

- is she awake? - She's sleeping.

But I can wake her up for you.

Is this my fault?

- Is what your fault? - If I would've brought her in

sooner, maybe we'd have found the tumor earlier.

No.

That's not how this works.

No. No.

That's not how this works.

- What? - CTE.

That's not how it works. It's not how this unsub works.

How do you know that?

The violence associated with CTE,

you know, or cluster headaches for that matter,

it happens in bursts.

It's disorganized, impulsive.

Yeah, but this unsub is stalking his victims.

He's kidnapping them.

Right, and then subjecting them to sadistic torture.

That's highly organized.

So, you're saying that he's not in pain at all?

No, he is. The victimology tells us that.

Then what has the same symptoms?

Matches cluster headaches or CTE but is neither?

A tumor.

Like the Texas tower shooter, um...

- Charles Whitman. - Yes.

He had a tumor pressing down on his amygdala.

That's right. That's right. Before he started shooting,

he stabbed his wife and mother to death.

And in his suicide note, he wrote

that he knew there was something wrong inside his head.

So, this soldier came to us

for treatment, thinking he had a headache, but...

But he had something worse.

Much worse.

What the fuck?

Hello, Doc.

Hey. Our unsub is Sergeant David Graham.

Traffic cameras pinged him

along with a passenger we've ID'd

as neurologist Dr. Mark Trank.

All right, we have to assume that's our next victim.

- Anything else? - Yeah. Graham bounced

from ARC to the VA.

A CAT scan revealed a glioblastoma cluster

- in his prefrontal cortex. - Operable?

Yeah, but risky, as in,

"it might get lobotomized" risky.

VA doc that I talked to said that Graham

refused to accept the diagnosis.

All right. Thanks.

Alvez.

We've lost too many men already.

Copy?

Copy.

Where the fuck am I?

David.

You remember me.

I didn't think you would.

But I remember you.

You know what I remember?

"I can fix you."

That's what you said.

"I can fix you, David."

But you can't, can you?

I said that I can try to fix you.

No, you said, "I can fix you".

You lied.

David.

Your tumor is located

inside the folds of your brain.

I-I would never lie to you.

Not if I have integrity

as a doctor.

Integrity?

You want to talk about integrity?

Let's go. Breach silently.

Follow our lead once we're inside. Let's go.

How well do you know your Bible?

Let me tell you

what I've learned about integrity.

Go, go, go.

The men who trained me...

you know what they drilled into me, huh?

"Sergeant Graham, what is the NCO Creed, soldier?"

"Sir, to never compromise my integrity

or my moral courage, sir."

"Soldier, what is integrity?"

"Sir, integrity means you will do and say nothing

that deceives others, sir."

You have no integrity.

"I can fix you." That's what you fucking said.

Now it's my turn to fix you.

"You need not fear the terror of the night.

Or the arrow that flies by day.

Though thousands fall about you, near you it shall not touch."

Know that one, David?

My squads used to pray that when we'd go out on patrol.

Psalm 91.

That's right.

Soldier's Prayer.

You serve?

Yeah, I did.

And so did my partner here.

You know, I've been praying Psalm 91 a lot.

Hasn't done much good.

I know.

I know how you feel.

When I got back from my last tour...

I was losing my shit all the time.

At one point, I even had my gun in my mouth.

I know what that metal feels like against your teeth.

I'm guessing you do, too.

Yeah, I do.

But I realized it wouldn't make me feel any better.

But this?

- This does. - I know.

I know.

So how come you're where you are

and I'm where I am?

I went to a ARC.

I asked for help.

I tried that.

I know.

So what makes you so lucky, huh?

What'd they do for you?

They paired me up.

Yeah? With who?

Someone I just lost.

Hey.

Hey.

Let me ask you something.

Does that even make a difference?

You having a buddy?

Yeah.

Yeah, she made a difference. She made a...

made a big difference.

What the fuck now, huh?

You gonna be my buddy?

You gonna come visit me in prison after all this?

After all this?

What are we gonna do, buddy?

Trade war stories in the yard?

Hey, if that's what you want, I will.

I will.

I just don't want to hurt anymore.

I know.

But I can't let you hurt anyone else, either, okay?

Okay...

Just put down the ice pick.

I don't want to see anyone else die this week.

Okay?

Please.

Put it down.

Okay?

Hey. It's clear.

Hey.

I'm not bullshitting you.

You want to talk to another soldier, I'll be there for you.

I mean that.

What was her name?

The one they paired you up with.

Roxy.

Her name was Roxy.

Just hang on, all right?

- Let me get you out right now. - Okay.

There's my girl.

You remember the first day we met?

Hmm?

They told me, they said...

they said, "Be careful,

She's a handful."

And I said, "Good.

'Cause I am, too."

You saved my life.

"Because he holds fast to me in love,

I will deliver him.

I will protect him because he knows my name."

Psalm 91.

I liked your little show.

For the podcast.

Performative violence. Nice touch.

Yeah, sometimes you got to give the people what they want.

Scare 'em and just pull the carpet out from under them.

Sure. You're not a monster.

You're pathetic.

Which means you don't have to tell anyone

what you really did to Deena Ryan.

Stop.

Oh, look at that.

You can shut me up.

Maybe you're not as pathetic as you let on.

- Yeah, maybe. - Maybe.

But then, what was the point of defanging yourself?

Was that for the, um, listening audience

or the BAU?

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Is that what this is all about?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You're analyzing this cell.

Every guard, every door, every vulnerability.

That's not true.

I pled guilty. I'm gonna pay for what I did.

Hey.

You can lie to your conscious self,

but you can't lie to me.

You're planning on your chance

to escape.

So, we give Elias Voit

the last word.

He wanted us to know how he feels.

We owe him our attention,

if not our approval.

For the last time, this is Brian Garrity.

Thank you for listening to The Sicarius Files.

There's...

nothing romantic about me.

I'm not brilliant, I'm not special.

I'm an antisocial psychopath

who can only get his heart rate up by killing people.

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.

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