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Previously on "Criminal Minds: Evolution"...

You've had a lot on your shoulders since we got back.

But, um...

You're talking about us?

Okay, just give me a chance.

Alright? To make it up to you.

Everything okay?

I had to go in for a physical and they drew blood,

and my platelet count was like over 400.

It could be cancer.

All of the identified victims

have a connection to the name

of a single location-- Second Street.

She's right.

In whatever city Sicarius finds himself,

Second Street is his preferred hunting ground.

The Attorney General is going to shut you down.

Sicarius is still at large.

Somebody or something made this guy very good.

Did you come here to kill me?

I just came here to watch an old man die.

If I die, they'll connect me to you.

I need to know what your plan is.

This isn't working.

I think I should go.

I kissed Tyler Green.

What?

There you are.

Magnify.

More.

More.

That is not how this works.

Penelope, just do it.

There.

We cannot get anything about his face from this data.

Look, I'm sorry that we have to do this.

I know that you didn't get any sleep last night.

That is--

How do you know I didn't get any sleep last night?

You drink a third cup of tea

when you've had a bad night's sleep.

Work stress?

Yes.

Yes, work stress.

Okay. Now I know it's not that.

But whatever it is, it doesn't compare to this.

Sicarius is right there. We can't identify him.

Yeah, he's wearing that ball cap,

but he's got his head down, so he knows he's on camera.

And that's not the only thing he's paying attention to.

Uh, go to, uh, frame 356.

O-Okay. He's not reaching for his wallet.

He already paid.

He's done it twice.

What the hell is he up to?

Good day. This is Ramona.

Hey, Ramona. It's Lee.

Hey, there, Lee.

I missed you at the open house on Bexel.

Yeah, that's actually what I was calling about.

I was hoping you might have some time for a-a walk-through

this afternoon, maybe?

You're in luck. I am free.

What time were you thinking?

Whatever works for you.

Uh, okay. Let's say 2:30?

2:30. Perfect.

I-I really appreciate it.

No problem. I'll see you there.

Yeah. See you there.

Michael, get your backpack.

Henry! Henry, let's go.

Michael's ready.

- Henry! - Alright, come on.

- I'll walk you to the bus. - But Henry's supposed to.

Why does he sleep so late?

Henry, let's go.

Yeah, I'm coming.

- Wanna race to your bus? - Let's go!

Careful.

Bye.

Is it just me, or did Henry have a little attitude?

He's 14. It'd be weird if he didn't.

Do you want coffee?

A gallon. Please.

Wow. What a disaster.

Ugh.

Oh. Yes.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

Mm.

You got any new leads on Sicarius?

Mm.

Um, there's someone named Cyrus

and some benign surveillance footage.

But really nothing else solid.

And how's Dave doing?

Losing it.

We can't catch a break.

You will.

It's only a matter of time before this guy slips up.

I'm not so sure.

His body count is staggering,

and there might be another one of those buried containers,

and...

You know what? That's enough of that.

Your turn.

Please, give me some good news.

Well, the doc called, and my, uh, levels have stabilized.

So no more tests for six months.

- That is good news. - Yeah.

Did Dr. Harvey give you a printout of the labs?

No, they're all on the portal. There were too many panels.

You can log on there if you want.

What's the password?

The laptop remembers so I don't have to.

Right.

So, Lee, did a client refer you?

No, actually, I saw an ad of yours online.

And you seemed like the right choice for me.

I guess it's my lucky day then.

So you're married?

Mm-hmm. Two daughters.

Here. Look.

Aw, lovely. Yeah.

- Do you have kids? - I do.

A boy and a girl. Aww.

One is in the midst of adolescence agony.

But that's part of the deal, right?

Yeah, that's what they say.

Honestly, I'm kind of hoping a change of scenery

will be good for me - and the family. - Mm.

I-I just don't think this is the place.

It feels a little small.

So, you're thinking another bedroom?

Yeah. And maybe, uh, uh, like a workspace.

Um... Also, I-I don't know if this is even possible,

but I know that my wife would just love

a view of the mountains.

Okay, yes. I know exactly the place you're looking for.

- Really? - It's over on Wind Ridge.

- Uh-huh. - I can show it to you now.

Right now? Absolutely.

Um, I took a ride share over here,

so just give me the address and I'll meet you over there.

No, no. I'll take you there.

No, that is above and beyond.

Seriously, that's what I do.

Come on. You're gonna love this one.

- I promise you. - I'm excited.

Oh, here. After you.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Please.

I don't have any money.

I don't have anything.

I disagree with that.

You'd do anything to keep them safe, yeah?

Yes.

Yeah. Of course you would.

You're just like her.

Her? Who? I don't understand.

I know this is really scary for you,

but I need you to understand what I'm capable of.

I've killed 61 people.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Ramona, Ramona. Hey. Pay attention.

We haven't even gotten to the important part yet.

You're showing me your face.

Oh, God, I know what that means. You're showing me your face.

I don't want to die.

Nobody does. Nobody does.

Okay? So you want a chance to live?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Okay. Good.

Then you need to help me.

Help you? Mm-hmm.

I need you to help me save my marriage,

and then I'll spare your life.

Okay?

"Few things can help an individual more

than to place responsibility on him

and to let him know that you trust him."

Booker T. Washington.

Section Chief Prentiss?

Captain Ballard?

Call me Paul, please.

Only if you call me Emily.

Appreciate you coming all the way up here from Raleigh.

Well, I know your BAU is looking at a suspect named Cyrus

in connection with the Sicarius investigation.

But I also know the Sicarius investigation is closed,

officially speaking.

So, I thought it best to make a personal appearance,

just in case I need to hard-sell a few upper-management suits

into helping out with my State Bureau of Investigation.

What are you looking at?

I'm looking at a Cyrus LeBrun.

Died last week. Kidney failure.

Lived out in the woods by himself near Falls Lake.

Body wasn't actually found

until he missed a couple doctor's appointments.

Anyway, when the sheriff got out there,

he said the place gave him the creeps,

so he called us in.

Really? Yeah.

We luminoled, and the living room lit up

like the Fourth of July.

DNA? We ID'd at least four victims,

one of which was Maria Jones,

the victim in the Sylvio Herrera case.

You ran all the DNA through NamUs?

We did.

Now, there were no matches to the bodies

in either one of those shipping containers,

but I'm telling you, this Cyrus was clearly active

in the years leading up to all those container victims,

so it's quite possible that he evolved

into this Sicarius you're looking for.

As you said, the Sicarius case is closed,

but if the North Carolina Bureau of Investigation

were to request the BAU's assistance

in the LeBrun investigation, then--

Consider it requested.

Officially.

Thank you, Paul.

Appreciate it, Emily.

Thank you.

North Carolina Bureau of Investigation

just identified another pre-container victim.

So, Cyrus LeBrun seems to be the Cyrus we're looking for.

I guess, but the-- the victimology doesn't match.

Yeah, his male victims are older and affluent,

and his female victims are younger and disenfranchised.

Okay, so, he's exerting dominance

by killing these powerful men

and then satisfying some kind of sexual sadism

with these helpless women.

Neither of which speaks to our profile of Sicarius.

It doesn't, but Maria Jones is what ties the two together.

Yeah, it's not a coincidence.

There has to be some relationship there.

Yeah. Oh, indeed. It does.

Mr. LeBrun did keep his life close to his creepy vest.

However, there are moments in time

that are eternally captured in the digital archives,

like this one from a family court

in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, circa 1992.

Okay, so it says here that Cyrus took custody of his nephew,

Lee Duval, after the child's parents

were killed in an apartment fire on Second Street.

Lee.

Isn't Lee the alias that Sicarius used with Alison Green?

It is.

That's-- That's strange, isn't it?

What?

Given everything we know about Cyrus LeBrun,

he doesn't seem like the kind of guy

that would want to take responsibility for a kid,

much less his sister's kid.

True, but there's no more background information

on Lee or his parents.

Um, is this all you could find?

Oh, for now, my liege, but I shall keep digging.

Wait, what was that?

What was what?

Like, where's the snark?

Like, a comment about how amazing it is

that I can tie my own shoes

or a question about how I got into the FBI

wearing caveman overalls and carrying a big wooden club.

You're funny. That's funny. A club?

No, don't be so hard on yourself.

Oh, my God.

She is getting some.

Dude, she is so getting some.

Stay tuned for the final episode

and the dramatic conclu--

To wake or not to wake?

I'll take him up.

Okay.

Buddy.

Let's get you up to bed.

Come on, little man.

Wah.

Climb on, buddy.

Let's go.

Come on.

You got to get to bed, too, bud.

Hey, Mom?

Yeah?

Is Dad okay? Like, really okay?

Why are you asking that?

- Never mind. - Hey, hey, hey. No. Hey.

What's-- What's that face?

What's going on?

You avoided the answer.

It's a simple yes or no.

Yes.

If there's something else going on, I want to know.

So you're not just saying he's okay to make me feel better?

I'm not.

Promise?

Promise.

Uh-oh.

What did I do?

Henry's acting weird again.

Except this time he asked if you were gonna be okay.

Well, I am okay.

But it's like he knew something and was fishing.

Of course he was.

Look who his parents are.

He made me promise that you were gonna be okay,

like, look him in the eye and promise.

Well, let's make sure we keep it.

Yeah.

Ah!

Okay, look at me.

Look at me like I'm your husband.

Okay.

You're gone for over a week. I just got home.

What do you say to me?

Uh...

Honey, I'm so happy you're home.

Oh, no, no. That's bullshit.

You would never talk to me like that. Never.

It's been you and two kids for over a week.

- What do you say? - What do you want me to say?

You know what I want you to say! That's why I picked you!

Okay. Last chance.

Oh, God.

Honey, I'm home.

Fucking son of a bitch!

Why are you doing this to me?

I would never treat you this way!

I would never treat anyone this way.

Thank you.

Now we're finally getting somewhere.

So...

Honey, I have to tell you something.

I have to tell you the truth.

I'm not the man you fell in love with.

I never was.

I thought I could keep it a secret, but m-my brain--

There's-- There's something wrong with me.

What's-- What's wrong with you?

I've hurt people.

I've killed people. I've tortured them.

And...

I liked it.

And now the cops, the FBI, they're onto me.

They don't know who I am,

but they know what I've done, and they're hunting me.

But I think I can change.

I really, really think I can,

but only if I have you and the girls.

So what do you say?

Uh...

Would you hurt my babies?

Babies? I don't--

I don't know. I don't want to.

Do you remember in the delivery room?

I was so scared and--

I sang to you.

Yes. You did.

You got me through it.

So if you mean it, if you really want to change,

then... yes, I'll stay.

You wouldn't leave me?

I'm not saying no strings attached.

If you wane me to trust you again...

You'll have to earn it,

because you and I both know I'm your better half.

Thank you.

For what you said.

It's the truth.

I'm gonna tell you how this works.

I put an app on your phone so they can't trace this call.

If you really want to, you can make this difficult.

And you can describe me.

You can tell them what you know about me.

I won't do that.

No, I know you won't.

Because the bottom line is this.

No matter what happens,

it isn't you who should be afraid.

It's your husband, Gerald.

It's your children, Andrew and Arianna.

Because if it's not me,

it'll be someone else who comes to hurt them.

I understand.

Ramona?

W-W-What's going on?

Me and the kids are so worried.

I'm fine, honey. Just calm down.

Tell me where you are.

I'll let the police know and they'll come and get you.

No, Gerald, you have to call the police back

and you need to let them know I'm not in any danger.

Okay, this doesn't make any sense, 'Mona.

You-- You don't even sound like yourself.

It's me.

And I'm completely safe.

How are Andy and Ari?

They're worried, like me.

Listen, you-- you have got to tell me what's going on.

I'm serious.

I just needed a break.

A-A break? F-From-- From what?

From our marriage.

You and I, we've been drifting apart,

and I should have told you,

but I knew I wouldn't take the time I needed

unless I just left.

O-Okay.

Um...

But for, uh, how long?

One more day.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Yes.

You promise?

Trust me.

Tell me something, honestly.

Would you give your life in exchange for your husband's?

No.

But for your children...

Without a doubt.

I guess...

we shall see.

Penelope dug up some additional

Child Protective Services records.

Apparently, Lee Duval goes to live with his uncle, Cyrus,

in Falls Lake, North Carolina,

and then according to state records, he was home-schooled.

So Cyrus got a state stipend to raise his nephew.

- Yeah. Until he was 18. - Okay, and then what?

I mean, there's no record of Lee Duval

after his 18th birthday.

None whatsoever.

As far as anyone's concerned,

this kid falls off the face of the planet.

How do we know he's not one of Cyrus's victims?

He could've been, but do you know

how his parents died in an apartment fire?

Take a look at the fire marshal's report on that fire.

"Portable electric heating unit

in child's bedroom compromised."

Right, which investigators conclude

is accidental wear-and-tear.

Okay, but, uh, "the 10-year-old survivor

was initially thought to have perished in the blaze

and was later recovered at a nearby park."

Right. Now, listen, I know I'm saying this

without a lot to go on here,

but it would explain Cyrus's curious bond

with his young nephew if--

If he knew that he killed his own parents.

Hey. Indio police just contacted us.

A woman's been abducted.

- Sicarius? - Pretty sure.

Ramona Havener is a real estate agent

based in Indio, California, with an office on 2nd Street.

She told her assistant that she was going

on a private walk-through at a condo with a man named Lee.

Mother of two. 2nd Street.

She fits Sicarius' victimology to a T.

And Indio was the site of one of the two missing kill kits.

If that was meant to be for one of his followers,

then it's possible Sicarius brought him in on this one.

There's just one problem. This case is officially closed.

Your call.

What do you want to do?

JJ and I will run interference with the Attorney General.

Lewis, Alvez, Rossi, wheels up.

The heat on the network has cooled.

I'm ready.

Good. I'm not like the others.

I know.

I follow the rules.

Yes, and that is why you've survived.

And that is why I have another gift for you.

Ramona Havener is a victim that was taken from 2nd Street,

so she fits Sicarius' victimology,

but she's off target geographically.

Gang, I have an update

we can file under "What the actual eff?"

Indio police just updated their missing-persons report.

Ramona Havener called her husband four hours ago.

So they're calling this a "domestic squabble"

and they're closing the case.

Has she come back home, though? No, not yet.

We'll keep investigating until she does.

Prentiss is on Team Rossi with this one.

She has let the Indio police know

that Ramona is in grave danger--

Which we can now upgrade to a Code Red

because Ramona's car was just found

at a local Pendale's parking lot.

Oh, this is just like Rory Gilcrest.

- And Robert Harris. - Yes, it is.

I'll coordinate with the boots on the ground.

Tara, Luke, you take the crime scene.

Here you go.

Agents, we have two pieces of surveillance footage

that might be very useful.

First is from Ramona showing her listing to the client.

Feed cuts out right before the guy gets on-camera.

What's the second one?

It's from that camera up there.

Same thing.

Is this guy just lucky?

How can two cameras go out the moment we should see him?

This UnSub has used

signal-jamming technology before.

We think he has a background in high tech.

He knows how to stay off-camera.

I've been keep tabs on a certain case

your team has been looking into.

This is Sicarius, right?

All that matters now is that we find Ramona Havener alive.

Gas tank is empty.

He's had control of her for, what, over 12 hours now?

About that. Yeah.

Alright, he drove her to his area of control.

Maybe another container.

Well, that could be upwards of a 600-mile radius.

That's a lot of ground to cover.

I can start coordinating with other agencies.

Hey, Lieutenant, do not mention Sicarius.

The fact is, we don't know yet.

Copy you.

W-Where are we going?

Home.

You are going home.

This is a trick, isn't it?

No. No trick.

You've given me what I needed.

I trust you.

So I can let you go.

Wait. What's that?

Just a precaution.

You'll wake up at home,

like Dorothy in Kansas.

Do you trust me?

Do I have a choice?

Are you sure that this isn't an overreaction?

I-I-I just talked to Ramona.

I hope so.

When we find your wife, nothing will make me happier

than to tell you it was all a false alarm,

but right now, we have to pursue every lead,

w-which is why I want to show you this.

Do you recognize that man?

No clue. I-I-I mean, I don't even know

what it is I'm looking at here.

Is this who has Ramona?

He's a suspect.

We're just not sure if he's our suspect.

Oh. Wait.

It's, uh-- It's not Ramona.

It's her mother.

Oh, uh, Agent Rossi, I-- Please don't get the wrong idea.

I-I just-- - I don't know what to say. - No, no, no, no. You just--

You helped me to see something in a way I haven't seen it.

Excuse me.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Hold your horses.

I'm pulling up the footage now.

Uh, okay. Um... Rossi: It's not a wallet.

He's not trying to pick his own pocket.

It's a phone.

I mean, maybe.

For some reason, somebody tried to reach him,

and he ignored that somebody.

Twice.

Now, what's the time stamp on the footage?

Uh, 9:20 p.m.

Okay. A boss and a co-worker are out.

They wouldn't call that late.

It could be a wife.

Why wouldn't he want to talk to his wife?

Because she's getting in the way of his next murder.

Oh. Alright, do me a favor.

Pull down the cell records

for the tower closest to that hardware store.

Make a list of all the missed calls.

Then-- Then give me a second list of the missed calls

originating form the Pacific Northwest.

You don't like it when I say this,

but that's gonna take some time.

Penelope, I-I'm not being mean here.

I-I'm not being bitchy.

This is not the old, rumpled Rossi

who needs to go into therapy over his dead wife.

Okay, I'm gonna stop you there.

You actually do need to go to therapy.

But this is where I say I need more time,

you say we don't have any time, and then I save the day anyway.

- How about that? - It's like you know me.

Love you. Mean it.

Thanks.

Of the two kill kits that were never recovered,

acid and strangulation

were the two MOs that we were looking for.

So which one did Sicarius hide out here in Indio?

Well, to try and answer that, we went back to the beginning,

to the Dark Web message boards.

The ones where Sicarius was holding his "auditions"?

The very same.

After that, we cross-referenced

with some messages Tyler Green had intercepted.

And one alias stands out.

"ForgetMeKnots."

Jesus. That damn name says it all.

ForgetMeKnots refers to his disdain

for the "City of Festivals."

which is also a nickname for the city of Indio.

Apparently, this particular incel-leaning UnSub

has a deep-seated compulsion

to squeeze the life out of any woman

he deems to be too "high and mighty."

And he also makes reference

to a previous "crime and punishment."

What you're describing sounds like a case

from some years back.

Guy named Arthur Kiel

tried to hang his grandmother in her backyard.

He got sent away for second-degree attempted murder.

Served three years.

Got out on parole five years ago.

The guy still lives in Indio?

He sure does. Sending you his info now.

We better check in with Mr. Kiel.

Police dispatch: All units, please be advised.

10-65. Missing person is Ramona Havener.

Caucasian. Female. 30s.

Last seen at 3673 2nd Street.

What did I tell you about calling?

You gave me damaged goods.

What are you talking about?

The entire Indio police department

is on the street looking for her.

No, that-- that's impossible.

Turn on a police scanner.

Okay, Arthur, listen to me.

I need you to get rid of her

and then get out of town for a while.

Do you hear me?

I do.

Shh, shh.

If you try to pull your arms in to take the rope off your neck,

it's gonna choke you.

Unless, of course, you'd prefer to end things quick.

But waiting it out won't work, either.

Because, eventually, your legs are gonna give out on you.

And you're gonna hang yourself.

That's a damn shame.

I'm gonna miss the whole thing.

Hey, is that our guy?

That is our suspect. He has a hostage.

Do not open fire.

Hey! Freeze! FBI!

Arthur! Listen to me!

Sicarius wants you to kill yourself.

By your hand or mine.

He's counting on you to be a patsy,

but you're smarter than that, Arthur.

You have a way out,

and it starts with you putting the gun down.

Don't.

Penelope, is it possible to geo-locate

the last location of Ramona Havener's phone?

No. The SIM card was disabled, so I can't do that.

Does this Arthur Kiel have any alternate residences?

Kiel was financially unstable after that prison stint,

and I don't see any properties in his name.

Still, Sicarius would make sure

that Kiel was using somewhere discreet.

Okay, what about this?

Kiel's grandparents had an industrial fabrication company.

It went bust a couple years ago.

Building was condemned last year.

It's just sitting there all spooky and empty.

Luke, Tara, go check it out.

Yeah.

Ramona, we got you. Okay, we got you.

We clear? Are we clear?

- Clear. Clear. - Okay. Okay.

Okay, Ramona, we got you.

Hang tight.

She's not breathing.

There's no heartbeat.

Come on, Ramona, stay with us.

Come on. Hey.

Hey. There you go. There you go.

Breathe. Just breathe.

Breathe.

Ultrasound to radiation. Ultrasound to radiation.

I never thought I'd see you again.

I love you so much.

I love you, too, so much.

Wheelchair to admission. Wheelchair to admission.

Excuse me.

I'm, uh-- I'm so sorry.

Ramona, would you be able to identify

the man that kidnapped you?

Does-- Does she have to do that right now?

The sooner we get a sketch out there,

the sooner we can catch this guy.

It isn't you who should be afraid.

It's your husband. It's your children.

Because if it's not me,

it'll be someone else who comes to hurt them.

Ramona?

Did you see his face?

No.

No, I didn't.

- Penelope? - Hello, you beautiful creature.

I found the cellphone tower

by the hardware store in Chattanooga.

I have compiled a list of numbers

that pinged off of that cellphone tower

in a nine-minute window.

Y-You can't narrow that down more?

Amazingly, I can't.

I'm vexed about it, but the time signature

from the surveillance video itself

is off plus-or-minus four minutes,

so there's a very thick window,

but it's the narrowest I can give you,

and I e-mailed it to you just now.

And you were able to identify calls

from the Pacific Northwest?

Yes, which I took to be the official mapping of calls

originating from Oregon, Idaho, Washington.

And what does that leave us with?

I believe the scientific term is a bazillion names and numbers.

Uh, alright. No problem.

Thanks. Great work.

Hey. Dave's joining us, Emily.

Without Ramona Havener's full cooperation,

I can't go back to the Attorney General

and just expect her to reopen the Sicarius investigation.

I just think we need to give her more time.

He obviously threatened her family's safety.

Yeah. We can't just wait.

I mean, why don't we go back to Rockville, Maryland?

I mean, that's where our last missing kill kit was.

Good idea. You guys should go back there.

W-Wait, you're not coming?

Penelope said she put together a list of names

and addresses of people in the Pacific Northwest,

one of whom may have called Sicarius

while he was in that hardware store.

She did. It's a long list.

So, here's my plan--

catch a commercial flight up north

and try to get a lead on somebody who knows this guy.

Maybe a family member.

What, you're gonna go door-to-door?

That's right. Old school.

Hey.

Isn't this your old bat?

The one that's been beside our bed

in every place we've ever lived?

That's the one and only.

Huh.

Henry had it under his bed.

Since when? I don't know.

Do you think he's scared?

I think he's starting to figure things out.

We got company.

Who's Dr. Harvey?

An oncologist.

I thought you said Dad wasn't sick, Mom.

- You lied. - I-I didn't-- I didn't lie.

We-- We don't have all the answers,

which makes it harder to know when to share and how much.

Well, I'd rather know something than just imagine the worst.

We're sorry, buddy.

Look, I'm sorry. I-I didn't want to tell you

because I didn't want you to worry.

And I was right.

But I should've known you could handle it.

So no radiation?

Chemotherapy?

No, none of that.

I'm okay.

Come here.

What's the deal with the bat?

Protection.

From?

Sicarius.

You and Dad talk about him.

He killed a senator, and your team's chasing him.

Agents were injured in an explosion.

Was that you?

Um, it-- it was, but I'm-- I'm fine.

Since he has it out for the FBI, how do you know we're safe?

"Has it out for the FBI"?

That's what it says online.

Okay.

Um, yeah, that's-- that's not the whole story.

Then tell me.

There's-- There's not a lot I can share.

Well, I need to know something, or--

You'll imagine the worst.

By the way, you guys are terrible liars.

Did you know you have tells?

Okay, what do you know about "tells"?

Huh?

- Hello? - Hey. It's me.

Aren't you gonna say anything?

No. I'm not the one who should be doing the talking right now.

H-How are the girls?

Well, um, it's been 10 days,

10 days since you walked out of this house,

no phone call, no text, nothing.

You know what I did this weekend?

I Googled your name, followed by the word "dead."

And as terrified as I was to find something,

at least that would make sense.

At least I'd know.

It's not fair, is it?

The way I've been treating you.

No. It's not.

Is it over?

'Cause that's another thing

that's been keeping me up at night,

is the thought that you're just never gonna come home.

So...

is it?

Just say it.

No. No, it's not over.

Then why are you doing this?

Who are you?

Honestly, I don't even know anymore.

But I do know that I have a lot I need to tell you.

And I know that I can't keep secrets from you anymore.

So can I come home, please?

Elias, I never told you to go.

I'll be home tonight.

Hello. I'm David Rossi with the FBI.

May I ask you a few questions?