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Previously on Criminal Minds: Evolution...

Moving now will give Henry some time to make some memories

at the new place before he moves away

to some dorm somewhere.

He'll probably stay on the east coast?

California's always been on his list.

- How long are you out for? - Contractor said two,

maybe three weeks.

- Thank you for this. - Mm.

Why conduct these interviews?

So we can learn how Lee Duval

became Elias Voit became Sicarius.

You think, if I walk you through everything,

you'll be able to stop someone else?

Welcome to The Sicarius Files.

May I call you Elias?

Oh!

It's sad how pathetic I am.

But you know what's even more pathetic?

Someone who makes a show about it.

And anyone who listens to it.

What do you want?

There's cash in the bedroom upstairs, all right?

Just take it.

Take anything you want.

Please, just leave us alone.

You believe money will free you?

Yeah. That's what you want, right?

No.

Heresy.

Heresy is the reason I'm here.

- Heresy? - What are you talking about?

Confess.

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

For God's sake, just tell him.

Tell him what? I don't know!

I don't know! Whatever you did.

Tell me!

- Christ! - No! No!

- Please... - Tell me!

Please. Please.

We have a son.

Okay, all right.

I confess.

What?

I confess.

The truth is...

It was me, all right? I was the one.

I ordered the layoffs at the company last year, okay?

Oh, God, Charles.

I know, I know, I know.

We didn't need to do it, but we did, all right?

And if you were one of those people, I...

I'm sorry.

All right? I-It was a mistake.

We shouldn't have done it.

He can... he can make this right.

- You can do that, can't you? - Uh,

yes, of course, of course I can.

See? He can fix this for you.

Uh, this can be all over, and you can let us go.

Yeah. I-I sw... I-I swear to God.

Yeah. I...

Yeah. I swear.

- Just go. No! - I sw... - Yes!

Oh, my God!

"One's work may be finished someday,

but one's education? Never."

Alexandre Dumas.

All of these pages,

and they're not photoshopped?

No. In fact, forensics confirmed

that ink was pressed to paper with the typebars

of an analog typewriter.

Jesus.

I mean, the time and effort.

Someone really did not appreciate

Voit calling them pathetic on Garrity's podcast.

How seriously should we take this?

Voit thinks "very seriously."

He thinks it's a threat?

He thinks it's intended to get his undivided attention.

Like some crazy, disillusioned fan?

Who now has something to prove.

So, we could be looking at Voit's

very own Mark David Chapman.

I assume no prints were recovered?

Or DNA. But based on the postmark,

we believe it was deposited in a drop box

somewhere in Kensington, Pennsylvania,

It's a neighborhood in Northeast Philly.

Okay, well, that narrows it down, doesn't it?

It does.

Have you followed up with Voit yet?

Um, I'm gonna head there now.

- Keep me updated. - Absolutely.

Okay, so...

pretty sure I am being ghosted by my son.

Oof. Three texts and no reply.

That's... teenagers.

Henry's gone MIA before, but this?

This is like texting with a monk.

Probably overwhelmed.

You know, college applications and everything. I...

Maybe why he wants to stay local.

Local?

Wait, what are you talking about?

I-I told him he should talk to you.

- I-I guess... - This is the first

I'm hearing about it.

- What... what do you mean? - Oh.

I'm interrupting. My doves, there is something

out in Colorado that desperately needs our attention.

Sorry. Let's go.

Okay.

Uh...

My people,

the crossword clue of the day is "heresy,"

as in "sacrilege," "blasphemy," "heathenism."

I bring this up because we have an unsub in Colorado Springs

who has killed at least two women

by beating them to death with... dear Goddess... a sledgehammer,

but not before accusing the latest victim, Mary Tolson,

of... you guessed it... heresy.

Leaving a living witness is a pretty bold statement.

And risky, considering

he's not concealing his face.

Penelope, have either surviving spouses

met with a sketch artist?

Yeah, but the descriptions were so vague

that local PD don't think they're any help.

He must present as very average, hard to identify,

especially since he's also

getting in and out of the victims' homes unseen.

And that speaks to a high level of organization and planning.

Coupled with an explosive rage.

I-I mean, to-to use a sledgehammer

to essentially destroy a family

for some kind of... what, perceived sin?

Time-out. All men, please immediately go to therapy.

Thank you. Time back in.

But the fact remains

that he is-is not

committing physical violence against the whole family.

No, he's inflicting

emotional violence to the surviving family.

Especially to the husbands,

since it appears the unsub broke into the homes

after the teenage children left for school.

So, sparing those kids from actually

having to witness the violence

could speak to the unsub's own history of trauma.

And maybe the heresy this unsub perceives

has something to do with a fucked-up way

of protecting them.

All right, Dave, Tyler,

we are headed to Colorado Springs.

Luke, JJ, I need you two to stay behind and help Tara

with Voit.

Looks like he has sparked

a fire that we are going to have to put out.

Laundry crew from C block,

authorized to work area three...

Laundry crew from C block

authorized to work area three.

You struck quite a nerve out there.

Whoever this was couldn't help himself.

He had to respond.

With... geometry?

This all means something to him.

I bet he typed up dozens and dozens of these

that weren't "good enough" to send.

Okay. So you're saying he's patient.

I'm saying he's precise.

He's like you.

The old you.

He aspires to be.

All right, so you don't think he's committed

an act of violence yet?

I don't.

This sort of focus... it's transference.

He's still evolving.

All right. But this kind of transference...

not to mention a highly developed

obsessive-compulsive disorder...

- may be innocuous on their own... - Yeah,

but mix the two together, it can take you into the darkness,

especially when you've suffered an injury to your ego.

Yeah.

Thanks to you.

I was a little pissed off when I went at Garrity, okay?

And, yes, I maybe... I maybe could've chosen

my words a little more wisely, but I...

And you should have.

You said it yourself:

your celebrity carries influence.

This guy is just looking for a reason to get started.

This isn't gonna be the last time he reaches out.

Yeah.

Well...

that's what we're counting on.

He zip-tied Mary Tolson,

dragged her.

Same drag marks from the legs of the chairs

were at the house of victim one, Zoe Faldo.

He's making the victims face their husbands

before he kills them.

Maybe he's shaming the wives?

Maybe because he has his own wife

that he blames for the end of their relationship?

Could explain the explosion of anger.

It's possible.

Lot of unsubs are triggered by marriages ending.

Why not take out that physical violence on the entire family?

Why switch to a psychological torture?

Particularly on the husbands who are forced to sit and watch.

Ooh. I see those wheels turning.

Let's hear your theory, Agent Green.

Something feels off about what happened

between the two victims.

The husband of victim one, Gary Faldo,

said the unsub knocked him out before killing his wife.

But he didn't mention the unsub saying anything about heresy.

And the first time that word popped up was...

right here, with the Tolsons.

What if-what if Charles Tolson

heard about what happened with the Faldos...

And he hired a guy to make it look like the same crime.

Copycat crime.

And he gets to draft off the media frenzy.

I know it sounds elaborate.

Sometimes the more elaborate,

- the easier it is to mislead. - Right.

But the only problem with your theory is...

the blood on the zip ties.

What blood?

Go to the last page.

Thoughts?

Yeah.

Charles Tolson was trying to get free

when the unsub started killing his wife.

So much so that he cut through his own flesh.

Not really the effort you'd make if you hired the killer.

Not so much.

You knew that the whole time?

What did I tell you?

Reps. You need more reps.

You always have to run through a few bad theories

to get to the good ones.

I guess.

Now, you need to start living in the crime scene more.

Let's, uh... Here.

Take a seat.

Now, I'm the unsub and I have a sledgehammer.

You're accusing me of heresy.

- What else? - You're...

demanding answers.

You're interrogating me.

Would I tie you up just to ask questions?

I have a goal in mind.

You have me facing my spouse.

And you are accusing me.

And?

So...

I'm on trial.

He's putting them on trial.

For heresy.

Mr. Tolson, I know this isn't easy...

My son is at my sister's house

asking over and over what's going on.

I mean, what am I supposed to say?

Can't even take him home.

Hell, you won't even let me go home.

I'm so sorry.

And I know that it's not easy

to integrate back into your daily life after this.

Mary, she did so much for us.

I feel so lost.

I should've helped more.

I mean, who c-who could do this?

We think she was specifically targeted

for a reason that ties to this man's religious beliefs.

Did your wife hold any present-day beliefs

that might have been in conflict with certain religions?

No, I...

I-I don't-I don't think so.

We didn't really talk about that stuff.

Now, you said that the man was difficult to describe.

No defining characteristics.

But was there anything else about him

that spoke to

a particular theology?

Um, do you recall

any tattoos

or jewelry?

Yes.

He was wearing this...

this necklace.

I remember when he was...

- Please. No! - Yes!

...killing her,

it kept swinging around.

Was there any kind of symbol on it?

There was something hanging from it.

Like a medallion?

It was like a vial.

A vial?

Was there something inside of it?

Go ahead, Emily.

Dave, I need you and Tyler

to check and see if you can find a crystal-like

substance sprinkled in the corners of the house.

Crystals?

Must have been an interesting convo with Mr. Tolson.

Yeah. Heartbreaking, too.

They always are.

Wait.

Hey, what's this?

I got something.

Well, what do we have here?

Sodium chloride. Aka salt.

Same salt was just found at the Faldos'.

In several traditions, placing salt

in the corners of a room is part of a cleansing ritual.

Right. It represents the power to ward off evil spirits.

You remember Robin Gecht?

Uh, he led a group of men to mutilate women

and perform satanic rituals.

I do. This could be similar.

But weren't those victims of opportunity?

In this case, based on the crime scenes,

our unsub is targeting specific families.

Not just the family.

The women.

And call me biased by my experience,

but when I hear accusations of heresy

and guys performing salt rituals,

I think witch hunts.

Ready to confess?

No?

Huh.

Look at you.

Yes.

You women.

You crazy fuck!

You want to kill a heretic?!

Is that what you want?! Huh?!

Kill this witch, asshole!

Kill this witch!

No.

No!

No!

No! Andrew.

- Hey. - Hi.

FCI Butler just intercepted

another message from Voit's fan.

We know that it's him for sure?

Same typeface, same postmark,

same forensic countermeasures.

What's the message?

No words this time.

Instead...

he sent these.

Photos of a Jane Doe.

We got nothing from facial recognition?

Her face is obscured just enough to stonewall the algorithm.

Not an accident, I'm sure.

Now that he's got Voit's attention,

he wants to play a game.

Catch me if you can.

You see the t-tree right there?

Uh, the trunk is broad and straight.

The leaves grow out in little stalks.

Um, evergreen.

It's an eastern hemlock.

Yeah, it's the state tree of Pennsylvania.

It's my home state, guys.

All right, well,

I'd say we know where we need to start running DMV photos.

Mrs. Blair, I'm...

SSA David Rossi.

It's my fault.

It's not your fault.

I baited him into killing Andrew.

You did nothing wrong.

You don't understand.

- You can't. - No.

I'd heard about the attacks on the news.

The women who were killed.

I thought maybe I could distract him.

Mrs. Blair.

Previously, this man had targeted women.

You're right.

But, um...

I know this is gonna sound strange.

But this man may have believed that your husband was involved

in the occult.

What are you talking about?

I-I... I-I know.

But is it possible?

Not at all.

Andrew didn't believe in any of that kind of shit.

Could he have hidden it from you?

Agent Rossi.

We were married for over 20 years.

We had no secrets.

Even when he tried to hide the...

Never mind.

I know you're being very protective

of your husband right now.

Was Andrew having an affair?

The thing is,

when I first caught him,

I was so ready for a divorce.

But then I thought about our daughter.

And I just couldn't put her through that.

We were in counseling,

working on rebuilding trust.

And besides your counselor,

did you speak to anyone else

about your husband's infidelity?

Of course not.

Are you sure?

That has nothing to do with what happened.

An insane son of a bitch broke into our home...

mumbling some crazy shit about heresy!

And if I would've just kept my goddamn mouth shut,

Andrew would still be alive!

That's not...

Please, just leave.

So, from what Tawny Blair said, Rossi suspects

that the unsub isn't actually targeting witches,

he's going after adulterers?

Based on this unsub's obsessive medieval M.O.,

back in the Middle Ages, the act of infidelity would,

by definition, make you a witch,

whether you were a male or a female.

Okay.

But if this guy's trying to punish people

who break their marriage vows,

why does he need to dress it all up in medieval judgment?

Well, Rossi has a theory about that.

But at the moment, the question is,

how does our unsub know that his victims

are straying from their vows?

Oh.

Okay.

Good Witch Garcia, what can I spell you for?

Okay, Penelope, new theory on victimization.

Say more.

We think our unsub is passing judgment

on spouses who cheat

because he believes that's what makes them witches.

Okay, can I just say, aside from the killing,

I find this unsub's behavior very sex-negative.

He doesn't know those people. Could be an open relationship.

Well, somehow he knows they aren't.

So we need you to take a closer look

at the patterns of our first two victims.

Is there anything about their financial habits

that speaks to extramarital activities?

All right, let's see if this is adultery

or just witches be shoppin'.

Oh.

All right. It probably is the former.

Mating in captivity can cause wandering.

I am seeing some short flight turnarounds

and a handful of cash withdrawals

that do line up with boutique hotel purchases.

So, all criteria points

to afternoon delight dalliances.

Okay, can you cross-reference those records

with our latest victim and see if there's any kind of match?

I sure can, but that's gonna take more bubble, bubble,

toil and trouble. I'll hit you back.

Found it.

The Malleus Maleficarum.

It's our unsub's instruction manual.

Huh. First published in 1486,

the Malleus Maleficarum

is a treatise on witchcraft,

endorsing death and torture

as viable forms of justice.

Malleus Maleficarum literally translates

to "Hammer of Witches."

Explains the murder weapon.

Guessing this wasn't on your Goodreads list, Dave.

No, but you mentioning Robin Gecht reminded me

of my history with it.

What kind of history?

Well, back in the '80s, there was

a lot of satanic panic

with the unsubs' use of demonic symbolism.

Richard Ramirez and the Fall River murders

created media storms.

Gideon and I thought that the hysteria was overblown,

so we started studying anything and everything we could

about the occult.

And that book just stuck in my mind.

"The infidelity of witches

stands out as the greatest of sins."

Yeah, and the book demands

that witches be led in backwards

in the presence of judges

and that the judges carry

consecrated salt

around their necks.

So our unsub's entire ritualization

is inside these pages.

But nobody is gonna find this

with just some basic Internet browsing.

This guy's highly educated.

Yes. And his obsession with this book means

that it had to have been introduced to him

at a moment of profound emotional trauma.

Causing him to latch on to its violent ideals

and justify his own hatred for adulterers.

It's time we deliver the profile.

Our unknown subject is a white male,

early 30s

to mid-40s.

We believe this individual is lashing out following

a triggering experience with a loved one.

He's organized and highly educated.

He is compulsively driven

by an obsessive adherence

to an obscure 15th century religious text

that has been disavowed by the Church.

This person is able to fit in or-or, at the very least,

he's able to go unnoticed in his daily life.

We suspect he is a part-time worker

or an independent contractor.

But however he earns a living,

this unsub has

a close connection to the spouses he intends to target.

That's how he identifies

the transgression in the marriage.

Our unsub sees himself as a moral enforcer.

There's nothing that will satisfy his need to punish.

Which means

we need to work fast.

Good luck.

Level 1 inmates, line up for phone calls.

Level 1 inmates, line up for phone calls.

No,

I don't recognize her.

That's all he sent?

That's it.

Okay, well, he must have been holding on to these

for a long time.

She's his obsession.

Don't you mean his victim?

Potential victim.

You know, otherwise, why wouldn't he just

send me pictures of her body?

Taunting me.

Because he can do what you can't.

He's trying to show off.

To prove he's not pathetic.

Here's the thing...

he knows your mail is monitored.

He knows he needs to take forensic countermeasures.

He knows you'd share this with the FBI.

Yeah, and still, he's not 100% positive

that he's smarter than me.

Yeah, this would be one way to prove it.

Test of skills.

Game on.

You've already identified her, haven't you?

Fastest game of Carmen Sandiego I've ever played.

Laura Boyd.

She is an intern at Eisendale Publishing.

Yeah. Says here she's currently

enrolled at Warding University

as a graduate student.

That's just outside of Philadelphia.

Yeah. So, one month ago,

she deleted all of her social media accounts.

Something must've spooked her.

More like someone.

- Marshals on their way? - Yeah.

She's already in protective custody,

and she is not happy about.

Yeah, that's because she has no idea what kind of danger

- she's in. - Well, hopefully

she can shed some light on Voit's secret admirer.

I just don't

understand why you can't tell me what I'm doing here.

Ms. Boyd. SSA Jennifer Jareau.

This is SSA Luke Alvez.

Hey. Please, take a seat.

The marshals insisted

they couldn't tell me what the hell is going on.

I just don't understand.

And I'm kind of freaking out.

I can assure you, you're safe.

Safe from what?

We'd like to show you something.

Okay.

Do you recognize these?

Yeah. My, um...

my ex-boyfriend took them.

When we were still dating.

What's your ex's name?

Lance.

Lance Kingston.

Motherfucker.

I knew I should've gotten a restraining order.

Why would you need that?

Because he started out as this total prince

and then he turned out to be a complete stalker nutjob.

I mean, he was my supervisor at work.

We sort of vibed, and then...

he just gave me the ick like crazy.

- So you broke it off with him? - And he did not like that.

What did he do?

Did he get violent?

No. He just...

...couldn't let go.

I mean, everywhere I went,

he was just lurking around the corner.

Even online.

He was posting shit about me in the comments.

That's why you got off social media.

Had to.

And then he started showing up to my grad lectures.

That's when I called the cops,

- but... - They couldn't do anything.

After he found out I called the cops, he...

blew up at work,

screaming.

It really scared me.

- Did anyone see it? - Everybody.

Got his ass fired.

Has he tried to reach out to you since?

Probably.

I don't know.

I mean, I moved since then.

Changed my number.

Please tell me,

did he hurt someone or something?

Is that why you brought me here?

- I-I wish we could tell you more... - I get it.

You're doing your job. But like I said,

he went apeshit

when I called the cops.

Can you imagine what he'll do

if the FBI come knocking on his door?

Shit.

Seconded.

That's the last person even remotely connected

to the Faldos, the Tolsons and the Blairs.

Everybody either has an alibi

or isn't tied to all of the families.

Garcia's confirmed

the victims weren't having affairs with the same person.

And not even the kids know each other.

The kids.

What about 'em?

The morning the Blairs were attacked,

the daughter had a free period at school.

She got off to a late start. I'm thinking maybe...

- No. - Hey.

Don't second-guess.

Let the theory come to you this time.

The bus stop for the Blairs' house is-is...

it's a half block away around the corner.

You can't see the bus

and the front door at the same time.

So he'd only know

the kid was gone and the parents were alone

if he stalked the street all morning.

But the news coverage this case has gotten is everywhere.

All of Colorado Springs is on high alert.

If someone was lingering around that long,

the family or a neighbor would've called the cops.

I think our unsub knows the kid's schedule ahead of time.

Look, at first we suspected

maybe he was trying to protect the victims' children

from having to witness the violence.

Maybe that's because he knows them.

What if...

what if he's actually closer to the kids

than he is to their parents?

Then we need to know how,

because tomorrow morning,

he's likely gonna strike.

Uh-uh, not so fast.

Oh, thanks, Mom.

Thanks, Dad.

Yeah. I'm surprised you actually use that thing

and not some tablet.

That's because I prefer school

instead of wasting my day on Minecraft.

We're really proud of you, sweetie.

Yeah. And know who else would be?

Your brother.

- I know. I know. - Love you.

- I love you. - Have a good day, honey.

- Bye, Dad. - Bye, babe.

I should get ready for work.

Yeah.

Oh, and don't forget about...

Therapy. Tonight.

I almost did.

Hey.

What about dinner later?

We could get a babysitter and...

Does she need a sitter still?

Can we try for the weekend, babe? I mean, work

- is just... - Yeah. Sure.

You know what?

Screw it. Let's go out later.

- That sound good? - Yeah.

Yes.

Okay.

All right, I'm gonna finish getting ready.

Okay.

Delores!

Into photography, Mr. Kingston?

Yeah. That's a crime now?

Depends.

You share those with anybody?

You're not gonna frame me

for something. I'm not that pathetic.

Interesting choice of words.

You must really think I'm an idiot.

How does the FBI get ahold of these pictures, huh?

Illegal search much?

You are more than welcome

to file a complaint with the Department of Justice.

- That's my girlfriend. - Was.

Was your girlfriend.

We're taking a break.

- I've done nothing wrong. - Mm-hmm.

I did a background check on you.

Background? You're serious?

Two years ago, you spent a couple nights in a drunk tank,

uh... oh, and then there were those

assault charges. Mm.

Oh, no. I see you paid a service to, um,

get all this stuff wiped from the Internet.

You should really get your, uh, your money back, there.

Oh, and I see you are looking for a new job.

That's exciting.

I don't know, I wonder...

Do you think future employers

would be interested in this part of your résumé?

Fuck this noise.

Okay.

Huh.

I can see now why Ms. Boyd broke it off with you.

Figures she'd mention that.

Bitch.

Are you familiar with

the Federal Correctional Institution, Butler?

No. Is that supposed to intimidate me?

Are you familiar with Elias Voit?

You mean the serial killer?

So, you have heard of him?

Yeah, who the fuck hasn't?

Listen.

How about this?

How about I'm done with whatever this entrapment operation is?

Hold me for something or I'm peacing out.

Okay.

Well, he has a mouth on him.

Aggression, narcissism, he knows exactly

what lines he can and can't cross.

He did admit to taking those photos.

But did he send them to Voit?

You don't sound convinced.

Well, Lance... Lance seems, uh...

A little too emotionally erratic?

Mm-hmm. Now he's, uh, getting a bit cagey.

Without some kind of confession, I don't... I don't know

how we confirm he's Voit's fan.

You know what? I, uh...

I have an idea.

What's this?

Uh, it's just a standard release

indicating that you came here voluntarily.

Just gonna need your John Hancock

- at the bottom right there. - Who?

Whatever.

I know, it's a lot to take in, right?

- No, I just need a pen. - Okay.

Shit.

Great.

Thanks for your cooperation.

He didn't even flinch when that pen leaked.

Not one bit.

And based on our profile, whoever wrote Voit

suffers from an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Right, and if Lance was that guy,

he would have lost his shit

when that ink went all over the place.

Okay, so, Lance took the photos...

But there's no way he mailed them.

I mean, he didn't even know they were stolen.

So, Voit's fan is certainly following in his footsteps.

So he would have to have the technological know-how

- to access Lance's digital domain. - Right.

And I'm starting to think that he deliberately

offered up this Lance guy here for our consideration.

- Yeah, it does. - I'll tell you something else.

I am not feeling great about

releasing Lance back in to Laura's orbit.

No, yeah. I don't think a stern warning

- is gonna keep that guy away. - Yeah, me neither.

But...

maybe there is a way

that we can drive the point home

that he needs to keep his distance from Laura.

Okay. How?

Little extra muscle?

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the guy you need to listen to.

You see that camera up there?

I know. You're watching me.

You know why we're watching you?

No.

We're watching you for your own protection.

Protection?

- What do you... - We know you took

those pictures of Laura.

Okay? But the person that we're looking for

has been keeping eyes on you.

We need to find that guy

so that you're no longer a person of interest,

but we're running out of time.

Because pretty soon,

we're not going to be able to watch over you.

- Mm. That's fucking fine by me. - No, it's not fine.

You need someone checking in on you.

You're the type of guy, you've picked a fight

with almost everyone in your life and lost.

From employers to your own mother.

My mother loves me.

Lance, when you came in here, you volunteered your phone.

That's how we found the photos of Laura.

But we also noticed that there were a lot of outgoing calls

to your mom.

No return calls.

Not even a text.

She's...

She says she's busy.

I'm sure she is. That's not my point.

My point

is that you need someone

to check in on you.

Without that, I mean, you could go missing

and no one would notice.

Not for a long time.

Maybe ever.

If you bother Laura again,

I won't like that.

You hear me?

Yeah, I hear you.

Leave Laura alone.

Muscle.

So, if the victims' kids don't know each other,

how can the unsub be connected to all three families?

Garcia cross-referenced their social groups,

school and extracurricular.

Nothing popped up.

What about school staff?

The guy blends into the background.

I mean, it's not like the kids confide in him

but more that he can eavesdrop

on their conversations.

Sure. If the kids knew their parents were having problems,

they'd talk to friends at school.

We know he's highly educated,

so we would definitely qualify to teach history

- or English. - But what teacher works

at three different schools in three different districts?

A part-time one.

A substitute.

I hinge on your every need, sir. How can I help?

Penelope, cross-reference

the schools where our victims' kids

were enrolled in.

We're looking for the name of a substitute teacher

employed by all three.

Focus on anyone

with advanced education credentials.

Got it. Overqualified temporary employee...

Mm...

Wait. Do I have it?

I just might. Sean Fincher.

He's a substitute teacher,

he specializes in advanced history,

and I got pay stubs from all three schools.

Is there anything else we need to know?

Uh, I'm searching court records right now.

Oh, wow.

When Sean was 15, his fire-and-brimstone pastor pop

beat his mom to death. C.O.D.:

blunt force trauma to the head,

and the father is currently spending life in prison.

Does Sean have any other family?

Uh...

Well, he had a wife. Marta.

She filed for divorce four weeks ago

and she moved herself and their son Elijah

to Tempe, Arizona.

That's what triggered him.

Garcia, what is the last class Fincher taught?

The parents of one of those students

has to be his next target.

I-I... I'm searching at warp speed.

Are you ready to confess?

Look, I don't know who you are, but don't do this.

Are you ready?

This is a mistake.

Please.

Oh, my God.

Confess your heresy.

Heresy? Oh, God.

Tell him, Brenton. Just tell him.

What?

Tell him or I will.

It's got to be why he's here.

No.

My husband cheated on me.

Ugh. Jesus.

That's what he has to confess.

Goddamn it. Okay.

All right, I-I confess.

- Is that what you want? - Shh!

Judgment will be cast...

No, no, wait. I thought that...

...and punishment rendered.

- No, no, please. - Fuck you.

- Fuck you! - You haven't heard my confession!

Penelope, have you found the student?

Yes. Kima Woodrow.

Her father Brenton has had a lot of spendy dinners

while her mom, Delores, has been out of town.

Okay, we'll have locals pick Kima up from school.

Send us the Woodrows' home address.

It's sent. Be careful.

You want the truth?

I cheated, too.

Judgment will be...

Just do what you got to do, goddamn it!

No, wait, wait. She's lying, okay?

- She's just trying to save me. - Silence!

I have only one question

before I render judgment.

Who committed the heresy first?

Kima deserves so much better than you both.

Kima? What?

You son of a bitch, you know my daughter?

How the fuck do you know my daughter?

How about our son?

Do you even know what happened to him?

I need him to understand what we've been through.

Understand what?

That I killed our boy?

- Don't say that. - No.

It's true.

I was the one driving.

It was me.

Nico should still be here.

It was an accident.

And I forgave him.

- And he's forgiven me. - Yeah.

Doesn't that matter?

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, fuck.

No, please. Please!

- No! - FBI! Sean Fincher, drop your weapon!

Oh, my God.

Mom! Dad!

Oh, God, Kima. Thank God you're okay.

Tough watching two sides of the coin play out in front of you.

If I'd thought of the kids theory a half-step sooner,

maybe Sean Fincher doesn't have to die.

And what if you'd have been a half-step slower?

Delores and Brenton are dead.

That's right. Then we could've lost two more innocent people.

It's easy to see the glass as half-empty right now,

but experience has taught us...

- Glass is half-full? - No.

The question you need to ask yourself is

did you do the job right?

And if the answer is yes,

fuck the glass.

I just updated Prentiss.

Uh, Laura Boyd's going to have a security escort

for the time being, and I seriously doubt

that Lance Kingston's going to go anywhere near her

anytime soon.

Well, you were pretty persuasive.

Hey. Um...

I just...

- I just wanted to say thank you. - For what?

The thing with Henry.

Did you guys talk?

No. Not yet.

But...

the more I think about it, it just...

I don't know, it just makes me happy

that he was able to talk to you.

Someone from our team.

Honestly, it's-it's been good for me, too.

You know? To get to lend a hand with the boys and...

just to be like an uncle to them.

Whether you know it or not...

...you and Penelope...

you're... you're like my extra eyes and ears.

You know, my village,

helps me care for the boys.

And, um...

look, as much as I want him to have

that college dorm experience,

it's... it's his decision.

He'll tell you when he's ready.

Yeah, he will.

Ugh, kids.

They... they just zap your worry button with no warning.

Well, I saw some of that same worry

on Henry's face when he told me.

- Really? - Yeah.

Wh-What... what is he so worried about?

I don't know.

But I'm willing to bet

that he's ready to tell you.

Thanks.

Hey.

What? Is-is everything okay?

Oh, everything's fine.

Come on.

What time is it?

It's family time.

- Aren't you, like, super tired? - Mm.

You know, a few years ago, I would've said,

"No, I'm not tired."

Would've pushed through it, but

the truth is...

I'm exhausted.

What's with the ice cream?

Because, as tired as I am...

...nothing makes me happier than

sharing something sweet with my firstborn.

Mom?

Yeah?

About college...

Luke told you, didn't he?

Well, you are turning into quite the profiler, aren't you?

So why the change of heart?

I want to go, I promise.

Mm-hmm.

But, after Dad,

and now the move...

It's-it's been a lot

for all of us.

I don't know. I thought...

maybe if I stayed a while longer

it would be helpful.

Henry.

You don't have to give up something to help me.

All right?

What-what really helps me

is knowing that you're happy.

And what also helps me is knowing what's going on in that

- big, beautiful brain of yours. - Stop.

Oh, you know I can't.

Are you sure you're gonna be okay if I go?

Everything's gonna be all right.

I promise.

Okay then.

I think I'm gonna go to college.

Maybe somewhere in California?

Then I am right behind you.

Always.

Mm.

This is Laura's ex-boyfriend, Lance Kingston.

He is the one who took those photos.

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

Turns out your fan stole them.

Apparently, he just lifted them

right out of digital thin air.

- Malware in the ISP. - Yeah.

Definitely not pathetic.

No, he's feeling pretty good about himself right now.

Well, he's certainly feeling smarter than all of us.

So, the Laura Boyd photos...

those were like a Trojan Horse, right?

Intended to evaluate our response.

Yeah, you can probably save a lot of man-hours and money

by pulling off her protective detail.

Laura Boyd doesn't mean anything to him personally.

J...

She's young, Caucasian, blonde.

He chose her to grab your attention.

You're thinking that this fan

is presuming missing white woman syndrome?

Odds are in his favor, yeah?

Well... Laura was also chosen

because he knew Lance was stalking her,

and he could only have known that

- because he was stalking Lance. - Mm-hmm.

And so, if he's in Lance's digital life,

then, as soon as Lance goes home

and starts firing off angry e-mails,

he's gonna know all about your interrogation strategies,

your profiling methods, your...

Our whole fucking playbook.

Yeah.

He knew you were never gonna be able put Lance behind bars.

Wait, where's Lance now?

♪ The flames... ♪

We don't know.

♪ Lick at... ♪

Are we gonna find a body?

I don't...

♪ Their hearts... ♪

All I know is the first kill is the one

that you fantasize about.

It's special.

Lance... he's just a means to an end.

He's a sacrificial pawn.

Even if you found his body, there'd be nothing to profile.

His...

his-his death is just

part of this guy's greater goal.

And what's that?

To emulate his idol.

He'll gather as much information as possible

to learn everything he can,

so that you...

♪ Burn... ♪

...you can never catch him.