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No...

Shh.

- -

Edward Ray Stokes, FBI!

Drop the gun!

-You first.
-

We got your letters, Edward.

I read every single one of them.

Then you understand.

Yeah, I understand that you're angry...

And you hurt inside.

But that girl, her name is Sheryl

and she is not your mother.

She didn't hurt you like your mother did.

She needs to die.

No. Not today.

Put it down, Edward!

Blake. Are you all right?

Yeah.

-We need a medic!
-I'm all right.

I'm... I'm all right.

Uh-huh.

You got it, Hotch.
We'll meet you at the airport.

Hey. You sure you're okay?

Yeah. It's nothing.

A couple inches to your right

and he could have hit
your brachial artery.

All things considered,
you were extraordinarily lucky.

Yeah, luck had nothing to do with it.

I'm practically bulletproof.

Yeah, I heard that about you.

All right, let's finish
this up and go home.

Hey, Dad.

Yeah, I'm good.

How are you doing?

No, no, we're just finishing up here.

No, we're actually
in sunny Los Angeles.

Why

Help with what?

- -Okay, sir, I'm ready.

All right.
Can I have your attention, everyone?

Go ahead, Garcia.

Alrighty, then.
Last night in Kansas City...

Well, technically,
super early this morning...

50-year-old David Morrison

was beaten to death
when he was out jogging.

Information is on
your tablets right now.

It looks brutal.

Classic overkill.

He was found stripped
and wearing women's underwear

that I'm assuming weren't his.

Yeah. All of his clothes were
found nearby, his skivvies included.

Any evidence of sexual assault?

We're still waiting
on the ME report.

Any other victims, Garcia?

That is a big maybe.

Meet Tommy Barnes
and Melissa Hawthorne,

also on your tablets.

A year ago, they disappeared
from a house party

and were found beaten
in much the same fashion.

But there were two of them and
they're considerably younger

than this most recent victim.

Yeah, and what about
the women's underwear?

And that's a pretty specific
ritual aspect.

These two were found fully clothed.

Are we sure that it's the same UnSub?

My dad thinks it is.

Your dad's a captain
on the Kansas City police force, right?

Retired.

But your brother's a cop, too.

Scott. He's a homicide detective,

but my dad is the one
who made the call.

If he's retired,
that's not exactly an official invitation.

No, but he's got lots of influence.

Well, maybe we should wait
for the invite.

We can't just force ourselves
on local jurisdiction.

What if it's actually serial?

We'll go back if they ask us to.

Look, my dad's a great cop,
and he's almost never wrong.

I mean, it drives me crazy, but it's true.

We don't know exactly
what we've got here,

but I think it's worth taking a look.

Have the pilot reroute us
to Kansas City.

"Brothers and sisters
are as close as hands and feet."

Vietnamese proverb.

KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI

David Morrison was a novelist,

Tommy Barnes and Melissa Hawthorne
high school students.

No apparent connection
between the victims,

no matching DNA samples.

And an entire year between kills.

You know, the underwear ritual
may be about symbolic humiliation.

Or a shock factor for
whoever found the bodies.

Blake, did your dad say anything
else about why he thinks

these cases are connected?

-Blake

Everything all right?

Uh... Yeah. Sorry.

Just... I'm distracted.

Perfectly understandable.
The familiar sounds, visual cues,

even olfactory inputs,
can trigger memories and emotions

we thought were long gone.

Happens to me every time
I go home, too.

When was the last time
you were back?

It's been like 422 days.

I was talking to Blake.

Um... It's been about 5 years.

That's a long time.

Yeah, once I got out of Kansas City,

I pretty much wanted to stay out.

Her oldest brother was
responding to an armed robbery.

Apparently, the bad guys were on PCP.

Both he and his partner got shot
and he got the worst of it.

How come we don't know any of this?

What's she supposed to say?

I don't know.

Something.

Blake's a private person.

Maybe she doesn't want
to talk about her family.

Plus it was over 25 years ago.
A lot of time has passed.

I lost my father the same way.
It's not like I can't relate.

Yeah, but you rarely talk about him.

Everybody grieves in their own way.

You can't be mad at her
for going internal.

I'm not mad at all. I just...

Thought she might say something.

There's nothing for you to do here.

When dad has a hunch,
you know how he gets.

Yeah, he called Captain Garrity directly.

So, now what?

Well, the captain wants me
to cooperate, that's what.

But you're wasting your time.

Dad doesn't seem to think so.

Look, those kids had nothing to do with

the Morrison murder, okay?

They were killed down on Prospect

because they were out
trying to cop some weed.

Prospect?

Prospect Avenue. It's a high crime area.

It's the hood.

Detective Miller, I assure you
we're not here to intrude.

And I feel certain that in 24 hours

we'll be able to discern
whether these cases are related.

We're really good at what we do, Scott.

Of course you are.

Alex?

Dad.

Been so long.

You look good.
I'm sorry I'm a little late.

I was down in Garrity's office.

You must be Hotchner.

-Yes, sir.
-Damon Miller.

Very nice to meet you.

Appreciate you coming,

and thanks for taking
such good care of my girl.

So what's the plan of attack?

This place is pretty isolated.

It helps to be out in the sticks

if you're going to
beat someone to death.

You sound like
you speak from experience.

Hmm.

David Morrison
was a 50-year-old novelist

and apparently
an accomplished triathlete.

Good place for an ambush.

But why pick the in-shape guy?

Morrison could have been a target.

Maybe he knew his killer.

But they may have had
some kind of a beef.

Beating someone to death is personal.

It takes a lot of anger.

Well, the UnSub's
got to be physically fit himself.

Yeah, he would have to be
to maintain that level of violence.

He could also be on drugs.

That's a good bet.

All right, so, it looks like
it's a blitz attack.

How do you think he did it?

Well, the UnSub stalks Morrison

and figures out that this is

where he takes his morning run.

Then he waits, hides,

jumps him.

Or he follows him out here,

runs him down,
even though Morrison is a triathlete.

Well, I just hope this guy
doesn't have any more targets.

If this is rage and addiction...

He's not done.

I'm just saying,
you could have called me, Dad.

Going straight to my boss? Oh, and her.

I mean, how do you think
this makes me look?

Because why

And what would you
have said if I'd called?

I'd...

Exactly.

And it's not like
she would ever reach out and offer.

She hasn't been home in five years.

I had to fly out to Washington
just to see her.

I'm right here, you know.

Look, all I'm saying, Dad,

is the last thing this department needs
is some bad press that comes

from an FBI serial killer hunt.

No.
The last thing this department needs

is a serial killer on the loose.

She's right.

And you know it.

-You know what, Dad

What? Come on, come on, speak up.

-You're retired.
-Hey.

He's... He's retired.

Okay?

And why are you sticking your nose
where it doesn't belong?

Because I am your father

and I will stick my nose
wherever I damn well please

until the day I die, and given my age,
that day ain't too far off.

What? I'm old.

But I'll make you a deal.

You two both start acting
like you're related

and I'll butt out.

The only way
you're gonna catch this guy

is if you do it together.

No, just a little caffeine.

Other than that,
his tox-screen was negative.

That's pretty heavy bruising
around his neck.

Yeah. Cause of death was asphyxiation.

And you see this odd
little cervical fracture right here?

It looks like he got put
in some kind of choke hold.

Choking someone out is hard enough.

But to break their neck while you do it?

Yeah, well, he was
a strong son of a bitch.

Four ribs were broken,
radius in his left arm was shattered,

linear fracture in his skull, broken jaw,

and a ruptured spleen.

Can you tell if he used a weapon?

I don't think he did.
See this bruising right here?

It looks like he used his bare hands,

maybe his boots.

But he was suffocated fairly quickly.

Most of this is postmortem.

This guy had to be on something.

Why do you say that?

Because he went berserk.
This is more than just rage.

Was there any evidence
of sexual assault?

None.

It wasn't like this with Tommy Barnes
or Melissa Hawthorne.

Those two high school kids
who were killed.

The report says that they didn't have
any postmortem wounds.

God, you think it's the same guy?

Do we have to
go through this again?

Isn't it all in your report?

I apologize, Mr. Barnes.

I know this is hard.

We're just trying to be thorough

so we can catch
whoever did this to your son.

All my answers are the same
they were a year ago.

But since you were the one who
actually found Tommy and Melissa,

it's especially important
that we go through it all again.

Okay?

You were telling me about that night.
It was late,

and you were getting worried.

And then I remembered that Tommy
put that "find your friends" app

on my phone.

So...

And a couple hours later
I found him and Melissa in the alley.

Did Tommy have any enemies,

someone that might want to hurt him?

No, he was a good kid.
I said that already.

All right, listen. We want to thank you
for coming in, Mr. Barnes.

We appreciate it.
If we have any other questions,

we'll give you a call.

Actually, will you give us a second?

I just have a few more questions.
Won't take long.

-Scott.
-Excuse us.

He's holding something back.

He's grieving the loss of his son.

Exactly.
And he's been trying to get out of here

ever since he sat down.

Can you blame him?

If I had a kid who was killed

and the FBI wanted
to help find the guy who did it,

I would do whatever they asked me to.

Look at his posture.

He's too agitated.

There is something odd
about his syntax I can't...

That I can't explain.

And why is that?

Because that profile's
too complicated for me?

Really

Right now?

Please, Scott,

for once, just go with me here.

Mr. Barnes, I am so sorry
to have to ask you this,

but I don't want to waste your time.

All I want to do is catch the killer,

but I can't do that
unless you're straight with me.

-Alex.
-When you found Tommy and Melissa,

were they clothed?

I don't know what you mean.

I mean, was Tommy
in girls' underwear?

If you want to honor
your son's memory,

maybe bring some peace
to the relatives of the other victims...

Then, please,

just tell me the truth.

I couldn't... I couldn't...

No, it's all right. We only want to help.

When I found them...

She was naked, and Tom...

Tommy, he was in girls' panties,

and I just...

Couldn't let them see him like that, so...

I took them off and...

I put them on Melissa and I...

I put all their clothes back on.
I'm so sorry.

No, it's all right.

We ready?

Just waiting on you, hon.

What was that?

Did you let Rufus out?

I thought you did.

Rufus?

Oh, Rufus.

Everything okay?

Yeah. This dumb cat.

Renee!

Gil and Renee Patterson
were good, hard-working people.

He was a bank manager,
she was a nurse.

If all these victims are targets,
then what's the connection?

Maybe they're not targets.
Maybe they're surrogates.

For who?

So, apparently,
a neighbor found the bodies

when she came by
and saw the door was ajar.

Do the Pattersons have any next of kin?

We're gonna need to talk to them.

Yeah, they do.
They have a daughter named Laurie.

She's a senior
at the University of Missouri.

MO's the exact same.

Women's underwear,
violent manual overkill.

It's definitely our guy.

-But now he's accelerating.
-And he's getting bolder.

-He's never broken into a home before.
-

Hey, what you got, mama?

So it turns out
our dead jogger David Morrison

bounced around
as a substitute English teacher

before he published his first book.

Four years ago, he worked for a week
at Jefferson High School,

and that is the same school

that Tommy Barnes
and Melissa Hawthorne went to.

-The Pattersons have a daughter.
-Laurie.

Garcia, where did Laurie Patterson

-go to high school?-That would be Jefferson.

And when did she graduate?

Mmm...

Four years ago.

So she was there
at the same time Morrison was.

All right, I'll call Hotch.
We need to give the profile.

Based on his victims and
on local demographics,

we believe we're looking
for a Caucasian male

in his late teens to early 20s.

He's a sadist with rage issues,

which accounts for the high level
of violence in each of his kills.

All five of his victims are in some way
connected to Jefferson High School.

Which leads us to believe

he's either a former student
or employee.

Why former?

Because we also think
he has a drug problem.

The addiction
plus his anger issues

means that he probably
lacks the social skills

required to stay in school
or hold down a steady job.

Because brute force and humiliation

are the hallmarks of his MO,

we believe his kills
are somehow rooted in revenge.

We think he may have been
traumatically humiliated

-in some way in the recent past.-

Probably as an adolescent,

which makes this very personal to him.

Now he's
looking for payback.

So why would this guy wait
a whole year after his first murders?

We think
he may have been incarcerated.

So you should be looking
at violent offenders

or any younger ex-cons
you may be familiar with.

We think his first kills
were experiments of sorts.

He was just getting a taste for it.

Tommy Barnes
and Melissa Hawthorne

had more defensive wounds
than any of his other victims.

And they apparently
put up quite a fight.

It's not easy to blitz attack
two people at once.

So whether he was locked up or not,

he probably took a year off
to perfect his craft

to make sure
that never happened again.

He's physically fit

and probably works out a lot,
so he may frequent

inexpensive gyms or health clubs.

And don't forget, this guy used
his bare hands to kill his victims.

He will not be easily deterred.

So proceed with caution.

As his grip on reality continues to fade,
he'll become more dangerous.

Hey, wrap it up, kid. We're closing.

Few more minutes. Two more rounds.

Hey, get the hell out. I gotta get going.

I just need a few more minutes!

Okay?

That all right by you?

It's all good, man. No problem.
I don't want any trouble.

We should cross-check our list

of recently released ex-cons again.

Garcia and I have been over it twice.

-Nobody matches the profile.
-

Hey, baby girl, you got the whole crew.
Go ahead.

Okay, here's some skinny
on Jefferson High.

Really great football team,
state champ two years in a row,

"Go, Bulldogs."

The only notable thing that
has happened at that high school

in the last 10 years besides the murder

of Tommy Barnes
and Melissa Hawthorne

is the death of another student,

Riley Wilson, four years ago.

It's like Sunnydale.

Information streaming
to your tablets now.

He wrapped his car
around a telephone pole.

Yeah. There was a lot
of speculation it was a suicide.

Tox report was clean.

He was totally sober.

He was a senior and got straight As.

Nothing in his disciplinary file.

He was at Jefferson the same time

as David Morrison
and Laurie Patterson.

Garcia, we need a list
of every student and employee

at Jefferson while
Riley Wilson was a student.

Parents and family members, too,
Garcia.

Compiling that list now.

It is a lot of names.
I will hit you back ASAP.

Here's a partial list of former students
who still live in the city.

Why partial?

We've narrowed it down
so we can split the work.

We'll cover the rest.

Okay. We'll get on it.

And, one of those people
may be the UnSub,

so, make sure your guys know.

You got it.

Okay.

Uh, you know...

I never would have shown up like I did
if dad hadn't asked me to.

I mean, I get it.

You have every right to be upset.

It's all good, Alex. Okay?

Come on. I haven't seen you in years

and now we get this great chance
to work together.

I better get started.

Charles Gates?

Yeah.

Detective Miller.
Kansas City Police Department.

I was wondering if I could
ask you a few questions.

Um, sure.

May I come in?

Yeah, of course.

-Sorry about the mess.
-No problem.

Laurie, we're so very sorry
about your parents.

Thank you for coming in.

We know this is a lot.

It's okay, I...

I don't really want to go home yet.

Is there anything we can get you?

Is it okay if we ask you a few questions?

Is there anyone you know

who may have wanted
to hurt your parents?

No.

Is there anyone who may
have wanted to hurt you?

No, I...

Oh, my God.

I'm... I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

We're gonna give you a minute. Okay?

Thank you.

I couldn't believe it
when I heard he was dead.

I mean, Riley didn't even drink.

And I'd just seen him at school.

So you two were pretty close.

Yeah.

I mean, he wasn't all that social.

He kept to himself a lot.

So he was kind of a loner.

Yeah. But we hung out.

We had a few classes together.

-Liar!
-

Dad!

Is he okay

He got beat up pretty bad.
Took a blow to the head.

Did he have backup

He came alone.

They split up the list
to cover more ground.

Let's get him to the hospital.

All right, I'm coming with you.

No, you stay here. You'll do more good.

Don't worry.
I'll... I'll take care of him.

The UnSub was probably already here
when your brother arrived.

But he didn't kill him.

Because
Charles was the target.

So this guy's mission-oriented.

I believe the UnSub
may have stolen Scott's firearm.

Doesn't match his MO,

but that won't stop him from using it.

There's something in here.

He wrote,
"Charles and Riley good friends",

but he underlined the words
"good" and "friends".

That mean something to you?

Yeah.
He used to do that when we were kids.

Usually when something
really irritated him.

He underlined words
when he was irritated?

Yeah. Our mother used to
make us write letters

to each other to help us
resolve our conflicts.

She thought it was a good way
to learn how to express our feelings.

Smart lady.

What was it about the words
"good friends" that got to him?

Hey, Dad, how's he doing?

Hi, Laurie.

How are you doing?

I'm afraid I have some more bad news.

The killer struck again.

This time it was
a former classmate of yours...

Charles Gates.

I understand
this is incredibly overwhelming,

but we really need your help.

Okay? I want to ask you about Charles

and another former
classmate of yours, Riley Wilson.

What about them?

Were they good friends?

Charles and Riley? No.

Riley didn't really have any friends.

Why not?

He was a gigantic nerd
and a total victim.

What do you mean?

They used to bully him,
like, all the time.

What would they do to him?

Tease him. Beat him up.

And then...

And then there was
the underwear thing.

What underwear thing?

Some guys thought it'd be funny

if they stole
all of Riley's clothes in gym class.

Hey, here he is.

They made him wear
a pair of panties.

-And then they sent out a mass text-

to everyone in school
telling them to line the hallways.

Basically, the whole school showed up.

Whose idea was it to pull the prank?

My ex-boyfriend, Lance Tate.

He was a jerk.

Where were the teachers?

Mr. Ramsey and
some substitute broke it up.

Go back to class.

Everybody back to class!

Show's over.

Did anything happen to him?

Did Lance get in trouble?

No.

Were there any other kids that were
bullied or was Riley the only one?

Yeah, there were others.

Do you remember their names?

Wait. Is that...
Is that what this is about?

Is that why my parents were killed?

Oh, my God.

Laurie Patterson was away at school,
so he couldn't go after her.

So he goes after her parents instead.

That was his way
of maximizing her suffering.

Laurie's ex, Sergeant Lance Tate,

-is doing his third tour in Afghanistan.
-

His parents moved to Arizona.

Hey. You're on speaker, Garcia.

Hot off my keyboard,
I took the names Laurie gave us

and I cross-checked them
with Riley Wilson's texts,

e-mails, and social media. I got two hits.

One is a Kevin Russ.
That was his chemistry lab partner.

And the second
and way more interesting hit

is a kid named Ronald Underwood.

What's so interesting about him?

It looks like they were
actually pretty good friends.

Ronald dropped out of school

right after Riley died.

What else do we know
about Underwood?

Dad is out of the picture.

He lives with his mom, who has four...
Four DUIs.

He spends a crazy amount of time
on the Internet,

mostly looking at porn
and MMA sites and... Oh.

The Internet is also where
he buys his anabolic steroids.

If this is all about bullying, the UnSub
may have been a victim himself.

He may also feel responsible
for what happened to Riley.

And he's targeting the bullies and
the adults who did nothing to stop it.

Laurie said a substitute teacher
and a Mr. Ramsey

were there the day of the practical joke.

David Morrison had to be the sub.

Garcia, where's Mr. Ramsey now?

That would be Harold Ramsey,
history teacher.

He still works at Jefferson High.

All right, send contact
numbers and addresses

for both Harold Ramsey
and Ronald Underwood.

Sent and sent.

Thanks.

Hello?

Yes, is this Harold Ramsey?

Yes, speaking.

Hello, Mr. Ramsey.
This is SSA Alex Blake.

I'm with the FBI.

-FBI?
-

Mr. Ramsey?

-Mr. Ramsey.
-

Please, stop!

How does it feel?

Why are you doing this?

I just wish they were all here to see it.

Please...

Maybe we should shake hands
and forget about it.

That's what you used to say, right?

-What are you talking about?
-Riley!

You, too! Get to class.

Everybody back to class.

Show's over!

You knew what they did to us.

And you did nothing.

And you wanted me
to shake their hands?

Shake their hands?

Did you actually think
that would solve anything?

We believe Underwood
is in possession

of a stolen police issue Glock 19.

We'll split up into three groups,

we'll go room to room, and we'll
all meet back in the main hallway.

Because we're back where
it all started with Underwood,

this is likely his endgame.

Which means there's no telling
how far he'll go to play this thing out,

so be safe.

Go.

I said go!

Ronald, please.

I'm surprised you
remember my name.

Just stop this.

Get up.

Get up!

Go.

Move!

Ronald Underwood, FBI.
Drop the weapon.

Let him go, Ronald.

He has to know how it felt.

I think he does. Look at him.

Let him go.

He should have stopped it.

We know why
you're doing this, Ronald.

What happened to Riley
wasn't your fault.

Nobody stopped it.

Nobody did anything.

You did.

You're damn right.
And they got what they deserved.

But nobody else needs to die.

You've got to leave the past in the past.

He was the only friend I ever had.

I know he was.

But it's all over now, Ronald.

Hey, man, it's okay,
you don't have to cuff me.

I said you don't have to cuff me!

Get off of me!

I said get off!

They're too tight! Get off of me!

I said get off!

I said get off!

Stop! Get off of me!

Come on. Get off of me!

How's the wing?

Throbbing.

You all good?

Jefferson was my rival high school.

Got dragged to a few
football games here back in the day.

It must bring back some memories.

Oh, yeah. Bad ones.

How's your brother doing?

Concussion.

But he's awake and...

He's gonna do fine. Thank God.

Good.

Do you want a ride over there?

Nah. It's the hospital
where my mom died

and my big brother Danny, too. So...

Not exactly raring to get back there.

How's the headache?

Well, the medicine's helping.

You got lucky.

You shouldn't have gone in
without backup.

Ironic that your hard head
is what saved you.

You really scared me, you know.

-I guess congratulations is in order.
-Mmm-hmm.

For all of us. We did it together.

So Dad was right, then.

I hate that.

Yeah, me, too.

Listen...

Listen, I'm really sorry, okay?

I'm sorry for being an ass.
You didn't deserve that.

No, I didn't.

And I don't know why
you made me so mad.

Because I'm your sister.

It's normal for siblings
to resent each other.

Okay, what is that?

What, is that your profile of me?

Resent?

Look, I don't resent you, Alex.

I miss you.

You sure have
a funny way of showing it.

You know, after Danny died,
you just left.

And then with mom, it's like you just
stopped coming around altogether.

It's like here you are, my big sister,
and you just bailed.

I couldn't stay here, Scott.

I know. You know what?
Trust me, I get it, I figured it out.

But the funny thing is,

here you are this hotshot linguist...

And you can never say anything.

You never call, you never write...

Nothing.

What's wrong

Yeah. It's just my arm. I got shot.

Okay, what? See, right there.

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

It's nothing.

-I'm fine.
-Really

No.

Of course not. Why would he?

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I'm bad about being in touch.

And coming home,

it's really hard for me.

I see you and I think of Danny.

I see Dad and...

I think of Mom.

But I'll work on it.

I promise.

And I miss you, too.

Hello?

You're late.

Like...

What... Five minutes.

You're still late.

-Hey, Pop.
-How's the melon?

It's all right. It's fine.

Ah. You two made up, didn't you?

Yeah, I figured...

Been doing that since you were kids.

Fight like cats and dogs,

then forget about it 10 minutes later.

Used to drive your mother crazy.

Then she'd drive me crazy.

Hey, Pop, you know she got shot?

Oh, that's great.

Yeah, I heard.

You heard?

Mr. Miller? We need more ice.

-Help yourself.
-Hey, what's up?

-You must be Scott. I'm Penelope.
-Hi.

What are you doing here?

-I invited them.
-Yeah.

It's only a two-and-a-half-hour flight.

When I hear Kansas City barbecue,
I come a-runnin',

for the sides and the fixings.
I'm a vegetarian.

What do you mean, them?

Oh.

You're all here.

My worlds are colliding.

And your dad promised ribs.

And your pops is no joke on this grill.

Can't celebrate unless
the whole family's here.

I can't argue with that.

And who needs a cold one?

Right here.
-Cheers.

-To Blake.
-To Blake.

Cheers!

"Alone we can do so little.

"Together we can do so much."
Helen Keller.