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How's this?

Mmm... Yeah.

-Isn't that good?
-Yeah. That's it.

I swear to God, I'm never running
another marathon again.

You know, if a mugger was after me,
I wouldn't be able to run away.

What was that?

Stay here.

Mike?

-Mike.
-Shh.

Hello?

Cheryl!

Call 911!

My husband and I thought it was
a bomb or something.

Just a busted water main.

Ah, we're gonna have to
get into their yard, too.

Are your neighbor's home?

Their cars aren't here,
but I'm sure the Johnsons would be fine

with you going back there.

I'll try their cells.

Are you sure
you shouldn't say anything?

Positive.

People think
we're having an affair.

Can't we just say we're on assignment?

No one can know.
What are you afraid of?

The stares, the whispers.
Spence has been asking me questions.

Rossi's been onto us from day one.

Yeah, well...

Good luck out there.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

I got your text.

I love you very much,

but you need to read more
than just the first sentence.

The case is like five miles away.

-What the hell happened?
-JJ will fill you in. It's...

It's crazy town.

Water and power company
was digging in the backyard,

found the remains of two bodies.

How long have
the Johnsons lived here?

35 years
and they're upstanding citizens.

Husband's the block captain,
the wife's on neighborhood watch.

There's no indication of how long
the bodies have been here.

We're waiting for the ME to arrive.

Forensics will tell us how long
they've been down there.

Where's the family now?

The husband and son work
at the father's construction company.

They're on their way
back home right now,

and Mrs. Johnson's inside the house.

I'm going to go talk to her.

How is she?

Wishing we were
Publishers Clearing House.

There he is.

Mrs. Johnson.

Charles, tell these officers

that we don't know anything
about dead bodies in our yard.

What are you talking about?

They think we're killers.

-Can I help you gentlemen?
-Thank you, Officer.

Yes, sir, I'm Agent Hotchner
with the FBI.

-I need to talk to you.
-About what?

Lyle?

Lyle?

Lyle!

Lyle!

Get down off the wall!

Turn around slowly
and let me see your hands.

Please, don't shoot.

We just want to talk to you, Lyle.

-I didn't do nothing.
-I understand.

I just want to talk to you.

"The universe
doesn't like secrets.

"It conspires to reveal the truth
to lead you to it."

Lisa Unger.

What's going on

Ma'am, that's what
we're trying to find out.

And you think
I have anything to do with it?

I have to read to the seniors
at the convalescent home in an hour.

You're not gonna make it today.

Why'd you have to separate us?

We didn't kill those people.

Lyle only ran because he was scared.

Scared of what?

You!

The government's gone mad.

First, they got wiretapping,
then they got Stand Your Ground.

Now they got the Feds showing up

at normal folks' home
for no damn reason.

Lyle, I told you,
this is standard procedure.

The remains of two bodies
were found in your yard.

That has nothing to do with us,
and as soon as you figure that out,

I'm gonna sue you guys
for emotional distress.

I can tell from the pelvic
and hip measurements

that both victims were female.

What about their ages?

The hardening of the sternum
puts them both

in their early 30s when they were killed.

What's your interrogation strategy?

We'll start with distinguishing
between the distress

of having the bodies found
in their backyard

and the stress of being brought here.

Okay, that's smart,
but how are you gonna test that?

Put them under additional stress
and then give them good news.

The innocent ones will show some
release in their demeanor

and the guilty ones won't.

They'll still be holding on
to some terrible secret.

Thank you.

Okay, Mrs. Johnson, why don't we
just start at the beginning?

How long have you guys
lived in that house?

Uh, 35 years.

It's a big home for such a small family.

Have you ever had any tenants?

No.

Just me and Lyle and Charles.

It was a fixer-upper for my husband.
He's a contractor.

He loves working on the house.

So do I. I do the same thing.

How many times
have you redone the kitchen?

At least three times.

Did the upstairs bathrooms twice.

Did your family ever help
with the renovations?

My wife's a real Martha Stewart.

She changed the curtains
in the bedroom four times,

repainted her sewing room
at least, what, eight?

And how about the yard?

Uh, Tina wanted
to put a pool back there,

but we knew
we wouldn't have the time to use it.

You always lived at home, Lyle?

I tried living on my own for a little bit,
but it didn't work out.

And when was that?

Seven years ago.

It was an SRO.

Full of rejects and roaches.

And that's why you moved back home?

I like living in a house better.
Is that a crime?

You like having a backyard?

Who wouldn't?

What do you do back there?

Smoke weed.

Hang out with my gang, you know?

Do you take care of the yard?

Oh, yes, sir. I mow the lawn, sir.

Now, you want me
to mow your lawn, sir?

Have you been able to determine
approximate time of death yet?

The degree of decomposition
and bone pitting

suggests these women
were killed about 10 years ago.

Do you know what killed them?

Like I thought,
they were beaten to death,

but there is one other thing.

That was Blake.

They've established
that the bodies are two

approximately 30-year-old women
who were buried 10 years ago.

That makes them Lyle's age.

Do we have IDs?

They're working on DNA.

Garcia, start working
on a list of missing persons

and people who moved
out of the area at the time.

Already typing.

Was there any signature?

The condition of the pelvic bone
suggests mutilated genitalia.

If we can get the names of the women
and establish Lyle knew them,

then it's game on.

Or game over.

Did you ever have
any parties at the house, Lyle?

No, sir. I sure don't, sir.

Really?

A man your age who's lived
in the same house

his whole life has never
had a get-together or a party?

That's what I said, sir.

What about dates?

Oh, a little, sir.

Is that okay, sir?

I need all the names
of the women that you dated

who may have come back to the house.

What if I don't want to give them to you?

What are you gonna do?
You gonna make me...

Sir?

Why do you feel so powerless, Lyle?

Powerless, sir?

It would explain why
you took your power back

by mutilating your victims' genitalia.

Mutilation You think I killed those people?

I think you tortured them
and you buried them in your backyard.

-You're tripping.
-Did you become enraged

because they wouldn't
have sex with you?

Or did you kill them because
you couldn't get it up?

You son of a bitch.

You son of a bitch!

-That's enough.
-Leave him.

We're just getting started, Lyle.

Lyle seemed pretty happy.

In the '80s he did, but to be honest,
from 2000 on, he's barely in here.

It's like he's practically invisible.

Maybe his parents
suspected he was a killer

and subconsciously started
distancing themselves from Lyle.

Isolation coupled
with homicidal ideation

would have made him
even more reclusive.

Well, Lyle looks good for it.

He ran, got physical,
he's the same age as his victims.

He has the strength
to carry out the crime.

And has access to the yard.

You going to jump back in there?

No, I think we should let him sit.

JJ, let's pull his school records,

talk to neighbors, teachers,
anybody we can find.

I'm on it.

Ah, come on,
there's gotta be something.

A guy capable of this kind of brutality
has got to have a pretty sketchy record.

Mmm-huh.

Creepy bingo.

Before Lyle worked for his dad,

he worked at a variety
of fast food establishments,

and he was either warned
or written up every month.

Okay, so he has an inability
to deal with authority.

Raising a kid like that
would have been hard.

I remember when I gave birth to Lyle.

My heart sank when they told me
I'd had a boy.

You wanted a girl.

This country is not
too kind to black boys.

Emmett Till,

Oscar Grant,

Trayvon Martin.

So you were concerned
about Lyle's safety.

Virginia's still the south, Agent Rossi.
I'm concerned about a lot of things.

Has Lyle ever given you
reason to fear him?

Are you suggesting he's a monster

Well, from his work record
and our interview with your son,

it appears he has a bad temper.

He could be hard-headed,

get angry over the smallest thing.

Can you give me an example?

He'd snap for no reason at all.

Would he get physical?

Did he ever hit you or threaten you?

One time, he...

He threw a TV at my head.

It wasn't at her head,

it was near her head.

How did your son's anger
get out of control?

It was one incident.
It doesn't mean anything.

Well, did this happen
during his adolescence?

How was he in school?

He'd raise his hand and the teacher
wouldn't call on him, you know?

He'd ask a girl out, she'd laugh.

And what would he do
when things got like that?

He'd sit in his room alone and sulk.

Maybe he was depressed.

Black people don't have time
to be depressed.

Did he ever try therapy?

Or medication?

Charles is against it.

Why?

You think slaves had Prozac?

No. They got out there, they worked.

So if your son has mental issues,

you think he should
just push through them.

You're damn right.

If Lyle isn't hanging sheetrock,
he's laying hardwood floors.

00 AM to 9:00 PM every day.

He hasn't had the time or the energy
to kill anybody. I made sure of that.

He's picking his cuticles
and rubbing his hands incessantly,

which means he's holding
something back.

So Garcia found out Lyle
had a sealed juvie record.

Turns out he kicked
his neighbor's dog to death.

What have you got?

We just got the DNA results back
from one of the female victims.

Her name is Mary Ann Beck.
She went missing 10 years ago.

She's also a high school
classmate of Lyle's.

-Did they know each other?
-Can't tell.

We haven't found
a direct connection to the house yet.

All right, tear his room apart.

Lyle's got secrets,
we need to know what they are.

What are you thinking?

His initial reaction, he looked guilty.

But he's so antagonistic
and he's not even trying to cover.

He's intentionally trying
to push your buttons.

All right.

Let's go get a couple of earwigs
and send you two back in there.

We need to determine
whether he knows Mary Ann Beck.

If you're gonna put me in jail,
just put me in jail.

I wasn't gonna put you in jail.

Were you gonna put him in jail?

We just needed to ask you
a few more questions.

So...

Do you like blondes or brunettes, Lyle?

I don't know.

Why?

You know, people think
blondes have more fun,

but sometimes, not so much.

You know her, Lyle?

Never seen the girl.

She was in your senior class.

That was a long time ago.

Yeah, and she also lived
a couple blocks

from the burger place you worked.

A lot of people live near there.

Yeah, but not people who look like her.

Look at that long blond hair,
pretty smile,

sparkling eyes.

She's not my type.

I think you dated her
and her dad got mad.

What are you talking about?

We dug her up from your yard.

You're lying!

She's not dead!

No, Lyle, you're lying.
I'm gonna ask you again.

Did you know Mary Ann Beck?

No.

Lyle would have kept
his secrets close to him,

easy for him to have access to.

Probably while he was in bed.

Look at this.

-We should get this to forensics.
-Mmm.

Look at this. Mary Ann Beck.

He lied.

Hmm, it was filled in 1991.

Let me see.

It's testosterone.
My uncle used to take this.

Lyle could have been
using it to bulk up.

If he was still taking it 10 years ago,

it could have pushed him over the edge

and caused him to beat
Mary Ann to death.

You're full of crap, Lyle.

We found testosterone in your bedroom

and pictures of you and Mary Ann.

We know what you did.

You dated her
and when she wanted

to break up with you,
you couldn't take it.

Oh, please, that's not what happened.

And you took the pills why?
'Cause you couldn't get it up,

-is that what happened?
-No, you don't understand...

You hit her and then the rage took over.

-No, I didn't. No!
-And you beat her!

You beat her till she stopped moving.

You were so angry
that you mutilated her

and then you buried her.

And every day you look out that window,
you know what you did.

Stop saying that!

Just admit it, Lyle!

You beat this girl and you killed her.

-You did.
-Fine! I did it!

Dr. Reid.

What's up?

We got another one.

This one looks like a male.

So let's get this straight.

The first person
you killed was Mary Ann Beck.

That was 10 years ago.

That's right.

And you killed the second woman
10 years ago as well,

but you don't remember her name.

That's what I said.

We just found another body, Lyle.

I did that, too.

Ask him if the third victim
was male or female?

And at that time,
did you kill a man or a woman?

A guy.

So you beat him
and mutilated his genitals?

Do you want me to draw you a picture?

You don't have to.

Because we don't believe you, Lyle.

I did it. I told you.

The females were killed 10 years ago,

but the man we dug up
out of your backyard

was killed 35 years ago.

You would have been five.

So what?

You may have seen the kill, Lyle,
or even heard it,

but you didn't do it.

You didn't do any of this.

Where's my son?

He's not coming.

He couldn't have confessed
to any damn murder.

I want to see him.

Do you remember
the Central Park jogger case?

Yeah. The whole country
remembers that.

You remember how law enforcement
got those kids to confess

to something they didn't do?

What about it?

We train law enforcement
now to identify and prevent

false confessions.

We found a body near your shed,

belonging to a man
who was killed 35 years ago.

Now, your son Lyle
was just a toddler then,

and your wife doesn't pick up anything
heavier than a gardening hoe,

and the personal nature
of these crimes tells us

there was just one offender.

You.

And only you.

So, how do you want
to play this, Charles?

You want to tell me
what happened?

Nothing happened.

Unless you figure out
something happened.

Charles doesn't sleep here.

I know, because he sleeps back here.

The guy's nostalgic.

Clearly high school
was important to him.

What's odd is that he has trophies
all the way up to 11th grade,

and then nothing in his senior year.

Hmm.

Look at this.

He's taking testosterone,
just like his son.

It could be for age related loss of
vitality, wanting a boost in his libido.

He and Tina aren't
sleeping together, though.

You know. Lyle's bottle was from 1991
and there are only a few pills taken.

Lyle could have been
taking them from his father.

Mr. Johnson's more likely
the one with the chronic issue.

Why was your husband
taking testosterone, Mrs. Johnson?

Was it for sexual reasons?

You and Charles
sleep in separate rooms.

You don't know what we do.

He snores.
And why are you asking me?

So you are sexually active?

That's none of your business.

Do you know if he was
seeing someone else?

You ought to be ashamed.

Ma'am, women were murdered

and sexually mutilated,
and then buried in your backyard.

We didn't do nothing.

We didn't do nothing.

We didn't do nothing.

You notice the phrasing?

Well, they're from the south.

No, it sounds like she's reacting
to something that someone else did.

This could be about retaliation.

That would explain Charles' obsession
with the past.

Did you like growing up in Virginia?

I didn't know any different.

What did your parents do?

My mother was the help
and my father was the butler.

But there were good times, right?

You liked baseball.

We found Negro League
memorabilia in your house.

You're a Josh Gibson fan.

Yeah. "A home run a day,

"boost to my pay."

Yeah, I like Satchel Paige myself.

Um, "Don't look back.
Something might be gaining on you."

He also said,

"The only change is that baseball

"has turned Paige from
a second-class citizen

"to a second-class immortal."

What did you think
when the leagues finally integrated?

I was happy, of course.

Well, then, how did you feel

when you found out that your son
was dating a white girl?

I told Lyle to get rid of these.

So you did know about them.

Is that why you killed her?

You didn't want to see your son
dating a white girl?

You don't know me.

You killed Lyle's girlfriend

and buried her in your backyard.

I did not.

I think we're gonna
be here a while, Charles.

I'm getting hungry.

You?

How are those
missing persons reports going?

Any ID on the other woman?

-No, nothing yet.
-All right.

Find out everything
you can about Mary Ann Beck.

We need to see if we can
connect her to those two victims.

Yes, sir.

So...

Why did you mutilate
Mary Ann's genitalia?

I didn't mutilate anything.

And you cut the other girl, too.

And the guy.

Sexual punishment across gender lines
is pretty different.

I think that somewhere down the line,

a man and a woman
each made you question your sexuality.

You despise both sexes.

If that were the case,

I wouldn't be living
with my son and my wife.

That's just part of your facade.

Those people in your backyard
are victims of your rage.

Rage

You know nothing.

Come on, Lyle.

You gotta help me out here.

Please, just leave my dad
out of this, okay?

Nothing can justify what he did
to those women, those people.

Why are you covering for him, Lyle?

He killed and mutilated your girlfriend.

No. I did that.

You said she wasn't your girlfriend.

She was.

She was, you know.

What have you got?

ME's office rushed the DNA test

and got an ID on
the man found near the shed.

Good.
I'll have Garcia find out who he is.

Well...

We identified the guy in your yard.

Uh, James Moses.

You know a James Moses, Charles?

Only Moses I know parted the Red Sea.

Well, James Moses was friends
with Mary Ann Beck's father,

Karl Beck.

Do you know Karl Beck?

I told you I don't know any Becks.

These two guys belonged
to a little group called The Cleanse.

You ever hear of
The Cleanse, Charles?

Sounds like one of those new age diets.

No, they were
a Klan chapter in your town

back in the '60s.

When did you graduate high school

Maybe. What about it?

Well, they were pretty active back then.

You see the picture I'm painting?

It's a little abstract.

I think you killed
James Moses 35 years ago.

And you wanted to kill
Karl Beck as well,

but he was already dead.

So when your son started
dating his daughter years later,

you killed her instead.

What do you think about that, Charles?

I think, uh...

You're fishing.

And I hate fish.

How's he doing?

I think he's making progress.

I'm surprised none of them
have lawyered up yet.

Tina and Lyle haven't
because they know they're innocent.

Charles is a sociopath.

He thinks he can talk his way out of it.

Tell me about your run-ins
with the Klan, Charles.

I never ran.

Well, did they stop you at a traffic light
or approach you in a bar?

I know what it was like back then.

Oh, you know what it was like?

The guy who saved my life
in Vietnam was black,

as was my second wife.

Brown sugar.

I'll be damned.

I bet you phone-banked for Obama.

No, I was too busy
putting guys like you away.

Where you from, Dave?

Long Island.

You know, an I-talian from Long Island

can be as cold-blooded as a...

A Klansman

from Virginia.

You ever used the n-word, Dave?

I'm sure I did.

The same guys
who called me "wop" and "dago."

Everyone I knew back then
used that language. So what?

Maybe one day some black people
sit in the front of the bus

in Floral Park and you start
throwing some punches.

We've already found
three bodies, Charles.

Maybe some colored folks
sit next to you

at Stango's back in the day,

and, you know, you get pissed off,

you start throwing punches at 'em.

You're evading, Charles,
and that suggests guilt.

Oh, you go by that logic,
you ain't too innocent your damn self.

There was this one time.

Here we go.

I was in the ninth grade,

and there was this black kid
on the baseball team with me.

I knew it.

Break out the peanuts.

He was the runt
and I was the second-smallest.

You get the picture?

I got it. Come on.

Well, one day the other guys
get mad because he's playing with us...

Mmm-hmm.

And they force me
to shove him into a locker

and keep him there overnight.

Did you do it?

Sure I did.

If not, they would have done it to me.

Call him names?

We called him every name in the book.

Uh-huh.

And then they made me
pee on him in the locker.

You peed on him?

They made me.

I didn't think it was funny at the time.

Oh, it's funny. It is funny, all right.

I can't believe I did that.

Oh, I believe it. I believe it.

And you know what's funnier than that?

Is you think after telling me that,

that I'm going to talk to you.

You know what you can do
with your black wife

and your black friend?

You can kiss my black ass.

Hotch, we found a fourth body
buried under Charles' shed.

The ME said based upon
decomposition levels,

it looks like this guy
could have been killed

around the same time
James Moses was.

-All right, keep us posted.-I will.

So that makes two men from way back
and two women from 10 years ago.

I've searched the members
of James Moses'

and Karl Beck's Klan chapter

and I found a Mike Mills
who was killed in a car accident

quite some time before now.

He had a daughter, Rachel Mills,

and she was reported
as missing 10 years ago.

Where did she live?

In a neighboring town.
And I just pulled her dental records.

Which are a match
to the other victim in the backyard.

When did her father die?

From the car accident? 20 years ago.

So first Charles
kills the two men,

then years later his son coincidentally
starts dating Mary Ann Beck

and it triggers him to kill again.

When he found out her father was dead,
he killed Mary Ann instead,

then he did the same thing
to Mike Mills' daughter.

That confirms your theory
about a vendetta.

Let's find out
if these men knew Charles.

None of them are in his yearbook.

Garcia, check other schools in the area.

Vegetarian hot dog
with sauerkraut and pickles.

Karl Beck, Mike Mills,
and James Moses

all went to AJ Burroughs high school,

just two towns over from where
Charles went to school.

He graduated a year prior to them.

Garcia, check with their families
and see if there was any sort

of altercation or feud between
Charles and these men.

None of the men's parents
are still living,

and none of them
have any brothers or sisters.

What about half-siblings?

Okay. Okay.

Shazam! Karl Beck
had a half-sister, Audrey Collins.

No.

But she's in Charles' yearbook.

So Charles and Audrey
went to school together.

Garcia, check and see
if she's still in the area.

Oh, Audrey Collins died
from cancer 35 years ago,

exactly four weeks before
the disappearance of James Moses.

She died and Charles started killing.

Which confirms our theory
that Charles had two triggers.

Audrey's death, and 25 years later,
seeing his son with Mary Ann Beck.

Garcia, find out everything
you can about Audrey Collins.

She's the key to the case.

Look...

You don't have to explain, man.

-No, you don't understand.
-A locker?

Really

I was working him, Derek.

But I'd like you to do something for me.

Oh!

Okay.

Send the black guy in.

I was wondering
when they were gonna play that card.

Attention all FBI employees,

will the one negro in the building,
please, get to the sixth floor.

You finished?

But then again...

You're not fully black.

Are you?

Well, that's okay.

They say even one drop counts.

-I want to ask you some questions.
-No.

You tell that I-talian from Long Island
to get his ass back in here.

This ain't a locker.

You can't just stuff me in here.

Lyle may have seen
something when he was little,

but neither he nor his mother
knew this Charles.

I'm going back in there.

Hey, so I just spoke
to Audrey's stepsister.

There was an incident.

Audrey wrote a letter.

Ah, there you are.

Thought you picked up
your marbles and went home,

hiding under the bed in shame.

What would I be ashamed of?
That happened when I was a kid.

I'm different now.

People don't change.

Oh, I've changed.

Audrey Collins changed.

"Dear Charles, this is Audrey Collins.

"Years ago, I told a lie
and destroyed you."

You can't prove a thing.

Audrey Collins went to school
with you, Charles.

So what?

She wrote you a letter on her death bed,

admitting she told a lie.

What was she lying about,
Charles?

I don't know.

Oh, you know.

It caused six Klansmen to snatch
you off the street that night.

She said you raped her, didn't she?

I would never rape a woman.

No, you would just humiliate them
and cut them up.

-That's not what I did.
-You're lying.

No. No. She lied.

Then what did she lie about, Charles?

She was fooling around
with a white guy

on the football team,

and when she came home
past her curfew...

She said that I raped her.

What did they do to you that night?

There he is.

That's him.

Come on, let's get him!

- -

No!

Get him up there.

-Aah!
-Come on!

They grabbed me...

Dragged me out into a field.

Let me go! Please!

Get him out of there! Get down!

Shut up!

You laid your hands on my sister!

I'll lay my hands on you!

-Come on!
-I didn't do anything!

- -Stop!

We got a tree for you, boy.

Let me go!

You're gonna fly tonight.

No!

No...

No!

No! No!

No!

Please!

Hung me from a tree.

Cut me.

Where did they cut you?

Where do you think?

And that's why you take
testosterone.

They castrated you.

I wanted a big family.

You killed all those people for revenge.

No, I killed out of hate.

Yeah.

Hate grew in me that night.

And hate vowed to pay them all back.

And Audrey's letter triggered this.

She ruined my life,
she writes me a letter?

And that's why
you mutilated your victims.

They were lucky.

They were already dead.

What about the lives you destroyed?

Your son's. Your wife's.

Audrey.

All Audrey had to do
was tell the truth at the time.

Not everyone has the guts
to tell the truth.

Have you told Lyle
that he's not your biological son?

No. And you better not!

Please.

What difference does it make?

You've already ruined his life.

He saw you murder someone at five.

You killed his girlfriend.

You didn't have to pass along
your genes.

You passed along your rage.

Is that what you really wanted to do?

-No.
-Then make it right, Charles.

Audrey said that six guys
dragged you into the woods.

We've only found four bodies.

You give me your full confession

and I'll keep your secret.

Hmm.

Come on, Rossi,
shove him in there.

Show him how we do it.