All language subtitles for Criminal_Minds_S17E07

Previously on
"Criminal Minds: Evolution"...

It's a copy
of your work phone.

You cloning that phone
put a price on my head.

- Sorry.
- Me too.

[ Door bangs ]
FBI!

Drop the weapon!

Director Madison:
If you provide the Bureau

with actionable information
that leads to

the apprehension
and conviction of Gold Star,

the DOJ is prepared
to offer you a deal.

What is North Star?

North Star is
where it all starts.

- What?
- This Stuart House place was
the perfect crucible

to create serial killers.

A white paper
that Jason Gideon and I drafted

but never submitted.

You're saying that somebody
got ahold of this paper

and created Gold Star
out of it?

It began with North Star,

and North Star is us.

♪

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪

Man, what is this?

[ Thudding ]

♪

[ Grunts ]

[ Strains ]

[ Exhales ]

Where am I?

[ Footsteps approaching ]

You.

Me.

We-- We talked
at the bar.

You, uh...

D-Did you spike my drink?

I'm going to give
you one chance

to tell the truth.

If you don't...

What is that?

What is all this?!

Why her?

What?

Why did you do this
to her?

[ Scoffs ]

Her who?

[ Whirring ]

[ Screaming ]
Oh, stop!

Oh, what the fuck?!
Oh, my God.

Why her?

Why Emma?

[ Sobbing ]

♪

Did you knock her out
first?

♪

Uh...

Yeah. Y-Yeah, man,
I-I knocked her out.

[ Groans ]

This is fucked!

[ Sobbing ]
Why are you doing this?

Did you take turns?

W-What?

No! No, no, no,
no, no, no!

Did you take turns?

All of you.

[ Crying ]
Y-Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

♪

Who else was there?

Who else?
I want names.

Uh... T-Tony.

And?

Um...

D-Darren.

And, uh, David.

♪

There was no Darren,

and there was no David.

And I told you,

you only get one chance.

No, no, no.
No, no, nooooo!

No!

[ Screaming ]

♪

[ Continues screaming ]

[ Gasping and gurgling ]

[ Hand squeaking ]

♪

[ Muffled scream ]

♪

[ Whirring ]

[ Liquid draining ]

♪

[ Baby crying ]

♪

[ Crying continues ]

♪

[ Crying continues ]

♪

[ Crying continues ]

♪

Emma Song:
Roger?

I'm on it.

♪

[ Crying continues ]

♪

Okay, okay, shh.

Shhhhhh.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Ooh.

[ Crying ]

It's okay, it's okay,
it's okay, it's okay.

Hiiiii.

Mmm.

There you go.

Hmm?

You feel like letting Mommy and
Daddy sleep a little more, hmm?

Sure you do.

[ Softly ]
Okay.

♪

Rossi: "Through pride, we are
ever deceiving ourselves.

But deep down below the surface
of the average conscience,

a still, small voice
says to us,

something is out of tune."

Carl Jung.

So you get any sleep
last night?

After finding out that our
research is behind Gold Star?

Yeah.
I slept like a baby.

I know we have a lot
on our plate,

but we still have our day jobs,

and Bethesda, Maryland,
needs our help.

Yeah, the local cops
are reeling.

We have three
disappearances--

Alan George,
Tony Moon, and Craig Park.

Disappearances?
No bodies?

No, but three men of the same
race and the same zip code--

Bethesda isn't taking
any chances.

Any evidence
of foul play?

They found
Craig Park's watch

with some of his
residual DNA on it.

The band had a monogrammed clasp
with Craig's initials,

so it was like dumb luck that
the police recovered it at all.

All right, if this is an UnSub,
he certainly has a type.

Okay, so if our UnSub is
racially profiling his victims,

we need to keep two
conflicting ideas in our head

at the same time.

One-- he's a racist
and he hates them.

And two--
he identifies with them.

Well, without bodies, it's
going to be hard to profile.

I mean, we need to determine
abduction and murder locations,

or all we're left with
is victimology.

Well, that and timeline.

The first two victims
disappeared

within a week
of each other.

Craig was only
two days later.

Okay, so it's cooling-off
period's getting shorter.

Could be on a mission
or a spree.

I need you two to stop him
before he completes either.

Just out of curiosity,

what's the next step
with Gold Star

now that we know
that the BAU is the North Star

behind the monster?

We're working on it.

♪

And what is this?

Uh, Tara and I categorized all
the overlapping characteristics

between your paper
and Gold Star.

Wow.

And you and Gideon were really
out on a limb with this shit.

You were talking about
epigenetics back in the '90s?

That's partly
why we didn't publish.

You can't think
of anyone

who would have had access
to this back then?

No, we buried it so
nobody could find it.

But somebody did.

Okay, let's start with
an analysis of--

whose handwriting is this?

Uh, mine.

Your T's have a loop.

Means you're sensitive
to criticism,

might be paranoid.

No, I'm--

You got me.

I was just reinstated
as team leader.

I gotta flex
a little bit.

Okay, so let's start
with epigenetics,

because that's how the Gold Star
program found its candidates.

What do we know?

Right. So the field
originated in 1942,

but it didn't take off until the
genome was mapped in the 2000s.

It revolves around
the question of

how our genes are affected
by environmental factors.

Diet, sleep, smoking.

Exactly. But when it gets to
the question of mental illness,

that is when
the science gets--

and I mean this in the most
technical of senses--

bananas.

Especially in the case
of Gold Star

where the experiment was,

can you identify
emerging psychopathy in kids,

then promote it,
direct it, and control it?

And that gets us
to Stuart House.

That whole site was
an experiment in creating

psychopaths, starting
during the pubescent years.

Yeah, but we're still stuck
on who started it.

I mean, whoever did,

they have done a hell
of a job of hiding it.

Where are we
with Sebastian Gaspar?

Not talking.
He's not going to.

He'll make bail,
flee the country.

We can declare him
a flight risk.

Ah, he's gotten out of prisons
worse than D.C. lockup.

Okay. Tara,
you and Mr. Sensitive here

keep working on
the breakdown.

Emily, I could use a hand
with something.

♪

[ Sighs ]

What's all this?

BAU files
from 1993 through 1997.

All of them?

Well, evidence logs
are mixed in.

We have to
do a hand search

to see who might have
checked out my paper.

Oh.

Hey, we didn't have
Penelope Garcia back then.

All we had was Jill.

Jill?

Jill!

Ah, Jill.

Let's talk to her.

She helped you guys
in the beginning.

- No.
- Why not?

She had access to the paper,
didn't she?

Probably.

Well, then what
are we waiting for?

Garcia can track her down,
and we can ask her--

Stop.

Now, in all the time
we've worked together,

I've never played this card,
but I'm playing it now.

I am forbidding you
from contacting Jill.

Ah...

forbidding?

This job has cost her more
than you and me combined.

And that's saying a lot.

So do not bother her.

It's just, I've never been
forbidden before.

That's adorable.

I mean it, Emily.

Okay,
I won't bother her.

Thank you.

Now, if you would...
Ooh.

...together, we can aggravate
our asthma

by going through
these boxes.

I don't have asthma.

You will
in about an hour.

[ Baby cooing ]

[ Cooing ][ Chuckles ]

[ Cooing ]

[ Door closes ]

♪

I didn't hear you
come to bed last night.

I was in the basement.

You must be exhausted.

Yeah.

I fell asleep
in the nursery

trying to put the baby
back to sleep.

[ Voice breaking ]
I'm never gonna love him.

Don't say that.

[ Crying ]
It's true.

I'm never gonna
love him.

I'm defective.

You're not defective.

Dr. Moreno told us
you were at risk for this.

- It's postpartum depression.
- It's not--

It's not depression.

Emma...

we have a son,

and he needs you.

I have a son.

You didn't have him.
I did.

And I know
that's not fair.

It's not fair
that you're doing all the work.

It's not fair that I thought
we could get past this,

but we can't.

I can't.

I found number three.

Is that why
you were up all night?

Yes.

Did he admit it?

No.
Those cowards.

They never admit it.

Did you
make him suffer?

I did.

Good.

But there were four.

I've already found him.

I wanna be there
the next time.

Because I can do
what you can't.

I can get him
to admit it.

If I do this last one,
will you...

Can you be a mom?
Please?

Yes. Once I know
they're gone,

then I can lie.

Then I can pretend.

Then I will be
the best mom ever.

♪

And we can be a family?

We can try.

♪

Ah.

Hey, excuse me.

'Sup?

Can I ask you
a question?

Do you know Emma?

You do, don't you?

I don't know an Emma, bro.

Can-- Can I show you
something?

[ Gasps and grunts ]
Aah! Aah!

[ Grunting ]

[ Weakly ] Please...
Please don't kill me.

I'm not going to.

My wife is.

Aah! Aah!

Okay, so the science
of epigenetics works like this.

Our genes can actually
turn on and off,

which happens, you know,

when you're developing
in the womb

or if you're trying to manage
a low-fat, high-protein diet.

Which is why some people are
genetically stronger,

others prone to epilepsy.

Right.
What the white paper asked,

and what Gold Star's version of
Dr. Mengeles experimented with,

is, can we turn empathy
off and on?

Right.
Situational psychopathy,

which, as you can imagine,
would be an incredible tool

for training soldiers or snipers
or even first responders.

May I pull Tyler
onto a job?

There's a resource that may help
us get to the bottom of this.

Yeah, sure.

You're not gonna mess
with my head again, are you?

Of course I am,
but not with this.

Does the name Jason Gideon
mean anything to you?

Uh, just what Garcia told me.

He and Rossi started
the BAU, right?

Yeah, back in the 1980s,

down in the basement
of Quantico,

trying to solve cold cases

with some cockamamie thing
called a profile.

And walked away,
didn't he?

He did.

Uh, this job took
a mental toll on him.

And then a physical one.

He was murdered
by a serial killer

who was obsessed with him
in 2015.

Oh, I'm sorry
to hear that.

Does the name Jill Gideon
mean anything to you?

Mnh-mnh.
Dr. Jill Gideon,

Jason's ex-wife.

They split up in 1999,
but even after they did,

she was still the only therapist
he trusted.

That's how
I got to know her.

They would do sessions
in his office.

You think she might know
something about the white paper?

I-I think she helped
write it.

Jill was a silent partner in
getting the BAU off the ground.

Jason wanted it that way
because he was afraid

their work might
put her at risk.

That's understandable,

considering
what happened to him.

Here's the clincher.

Jill's specialty was
biological psychology.

That's a field that studies

how genes and physiology
shape our psychology.

Sound familiar?

Epigenetics.
That is correct.

Garcia gave me
her home address.

I'm hoping you can
help me recruit her.

Why me?
You have
a certain skill set

that can be
very persuasive.

Let's hit the road.
You're driving.

♪

[ Bell rings, door opens ]

Ah, Vincent!

Shh, shh, shh.

Gentlemen,
the last time I checked,

Mr. Voit was allowed
attorney-client privilege.

[ Camera beeps off ]

Now it's safe for us
to speak.

Where are we
with my sentence?

You already pled guilty.

Your sentencing hearing
is next week.

There's rumors that
my deal's not going through.

No, no, no, no.
The Attorney General's office

has officially reduced
the charges to manslaughter

and kidnapping
a federal agent.

Your deal isn't just
going through, my friend.

It is gone.

Great.

There's one more thing
I need your help with.

I need you
to find something.

It's kind of a...

"break glass in case of
emergency" contingency.

Elias.
I am your lawyer...

Mm-hmm....not your TaskRabbit.

Why's your shirt
wrinkled?
Excuse me?

Your shirt.
Why is it wrinkled?

Well, I was in a hurry
to see my favorite client.

Well, remember when
your favorite client hired you

and I was complaining about
how my wife sold me out,

and you told me that the secret
to a successful marriage

is a woman
who knows her place?

Like your wife?

Who cooks and cleans

and irons your shirts.

Something tells me
your wife's forgotten her place.

We separated last month.

Well... And thanks for fishing,

but my business
is my business.

Not for long.

Pretty soon
half of your business

is gonna be her business.

Be a shame if something
happened to her.

Good thing you don't know
someone who knows

a lot of someones who could
make that something happen.

♪

[ Softly ]
Where am I going?

Grab a pen.

You're gonna want to
write this down.

♪

So what's the, uh--
what's the plan

when we knock
on Jill Gideon's door?

I know this is weird,
but I can't tell you.

Can you tell me
why not?

Uh, because if I tell you,
you'll be psychologically primed

to act a certain way
around Jill.

I'm trying to avoid that.

I just want you
to be you.

♪

I don't want to be
that guy anymore.

Sorry?

I don't want to be
that guy.

I get that I have
a certain reputation, but, um...

I'm trying to do better.

What are you
talking about?

I know what my value is
to this team.

You need me to do the
off-the-books, black-bag stuff,

and I get it.
I've done some things.

- I'm not proud of them.
- Look, maybe at first--

I just-- let me get
through this, please.

When we meet Jill,

I don't want to
knock her unconscious

or pull out her fingernails

or shoot her in the knee
to get her to talk.

I want to stay
on the right side of the law.

What do you think
we're going to do?

Well, you said I had
a certain skill set.

I didn't mean that.

Oh.

What did you mean?

Polite.
Non-Violent.

Got it.

Can do.

[ Engine starts ]

Can you just forget
that I said all the, uh--

Oh, just, uh,
fucking drive.

Yeah.

We might have an MO
and an explanation

as to why we don't have
anything else.

Lab came back with the breakdown
of the recovered watch.

Anything
we can profile off it?

Yeah. A chemical that ate almost
everything except the rubber.

A mixture of sulfuric acid
and hydrogen peroxide.

He dissolves the bodies.

Yeah. Everyone thinks
you're supposed to use
hydrochloric acid.

That stuff takes weeks.
This takes three hours.

They call it
piranha solution.

This UnSub doesn't
just want to kill these men.

He wants to
obliterate them.

There's a victimology connection
we're missing.

Yeah, well, maybe
Penelope can help us find it.

I mean, your average technical
analyst isn't even gonna

look at the junk folder,
but not me, no.

See, I want to wade through
the trash until I find treasure.

I want to go through
all the meaningless

until I find something
of value.

It's why you and I
are finally friends.

Finally.
What did you find?

Uh, I found an anonymous e-mail
with a bunch

of numbers and letters
where the dot-com should be,

and it is why
all of the victims' servers

flagged it as spam.

But it's our UnSub?

Well, I would think so,
considering the tone

of each e-mail is, uh, similar.

Whoa.

It would seem our UnSub thinks
these men got his wife pregnant,

either willingly
or unwillingly.

I'm guessing unwillingly.

All right, do any of
our victims have

a history
of sexual violence?

Yes. One does.
Alan George.

Sexual assault conviction.

All right.
That would give us motive.

Yeah. One that leads
to a pregnancy. Thanks.

- Yeah.
- Thanks, friend.

You're welcome, friend.

♪

[ Gasps ]

♪

Okay, first of all,
you got the wrong guy.

I don't think so.

I don't know who the hell
you think I am,

but I-I didn't do that.

I would never do that.

I'm not the one
you have to convince.

♪

Oh, God.

Remember me?

Oh, God!

Now admit
what you did.

[ Gags and vomits ]

[ Coughs ]

That sounds like
a confession.

♪

Honey?

I can't.

I can't do it.

I thought I was strong enough,
but I'm not.

It's okay.

I can be strong enough
for both of us.

♪

What the fuck is this?

♪

What the fuck is this?!

[ Whirring ]

[ Screaming ]

♪

Jill: No solicitors.
Thank you.

Jill?
It's SSA Emily Prentiss.

Do you remember me?

Hello?
Emily...

from the BAU?
That Emily Prentiss?

Yeah.
Oh, my God.

It's so nice to hear your voice.
How have you been?

Uh, good.
I was wondering--

How's Hotch?
How's he doing?

Um, he left the unit
a couple years ago.

Oh. Well, what about
Derek Morgan?

Also left.

Uh, Spencer?

Yeah, sabbatical.
Oh.

Um, I was wondering
if we could talk.

We have a situation
that needs your attention.

Oh. Hmm.
Let me think.

Yeah, no.
Absolutely not.

But thanks
for stopping by.

N-- Jill.
It's important.

[ Sighs ]
Do you remember the paper

"Controllable Variables
on Emerging Teenage
Psychopathy"?

Someone released it
into the wild.

[ Lock clicks ]

Fuck me.

Come on in.

You holding?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Put it right in there.

I hate guns.

Close it.

Okay, so walk me through
this shitstorm.

Ah.

[ Beep, whirring ]

♪

It's... over.

It's finally over.

Honey?

No, you're right.

It is.

[ Liquid draining ]

Why don't I feel better?

[ Baby crying ]

♪

I'll get him.

[ Crying continues ]

♪

Got another one.
Number four.

Jeremy Moy.

Yeah.

Did he get
a spam e-mail?

He did.
He told his fiancé

he got a strange e-mail
about someone named Emma.

His fiancé is bringing
the laptop in for Garcia.

Fiancé.
Is that spelled correctly?

Yes, it is.

That changes everything.

Yes, it does.
[ Sighs ]

Okay, uh, found it.

E-mail from the UnSub.

What?
What does it say?

Uh, Penelope,
could you...?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, of course.

♪

Oh, God.

♪

I'm so sorry
for your loss.

That e-mail--
what did it say?

This may be hard to hear.

Why?
What did it say?

"You raped Emma,
and you know it."

[ Crying ]
I don't...

I know how hard
this must be, but...

I-I have to ask.

Did Jeremy ever show
any signs of violence?

What?

No.

No, Jeremy and I
grew up thinking

that who we had sex with
would get us killed.

And then
the world changed.

Suddenly, not only
could we get married,

but everyone was
fine with it.

And now you're telling me
that Jeremy is dead

because of someone
he didn't have sex with?

Somebody he couldn't
have sex with.

We had just picked out
our tuxes.

♪

We need you to come
to Quantico

and help us
with the white paper.

I...I can't.

Look, I understand
how difficult it is

to get back into
the headspace of a profiler.

And I can't imagine
what you've been through

since Jason--
Stop.

Jason died
nine years ago.

I have mourned that loss.
I have processed that grief.

I have moved on.

Then why not help us?

Because of a certain agent
I'm fearful

you are still
working with.

Who?
About yay high,

writes books,
has a goatee he thinks

makes him look
very distinguished.

Rossi?

What could you possibly have
against David Rossi?

He's the best agent
I've ever worked with.

Ha.

Jill, no offense.
I loved Jason.

He loved you back.

That-- That actually
means a lot.

Mm.
But, uh,
what I'm trying to...

Please don't think
I'm speaking ill

of the dearly departed
when I say this,

but Jason could be
a little...

Dramatic.

Melodramatic.
Histrionic.

Yes. And David Rossi is
the opposite of all that.

Let me ask you something.

What was the reason
David Rossi gave you

for leaving the BAU
in 1997?

He was sick of
the FBI bureaucracy,

and he wanted
to write books.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah, that's--
that is not the reason.

No. No.

Yes.

Did he
break your heart?

Oh, please.
I broke his.

Uh...

Look, rape is
a crime of power, not sex.

So Jeremy Moy
could have,

but I'm not buying it.

Well, you don't have to,

because another part
of our case just fell through.

Oh, great.
Which part?

Alan George--
victim with the, uh,

sexual-assault
conviction.

Yeah. He, uh--
He was arrested

for going to the bathroom
outside of a bar

during happy hour.

There was a kid
in the crowd,

and, uh, an overzealous D.A.
decided to charge it

as attempted sexual contact
with a child.

[ Scoffs ]

These guys aren't
rapists.

No, they're not,
but our UnSub thinks they are.

And the wife?

Could go either way.

Maybe it's a folie à deux
between them.

Yeah, but...

they killed
the wrong guys.

Even if they're deluded,
why go so far

as to kill
the wrong guys?

Think we're missing
something?

I do.

We can't deliver
the profile

till we know for sure.

He said those words--
"I forbid you"?

Those words came out of
David Ross's mouth?

Yeah.
Can you believe it?

You know,
you could prove him wrong

by coming back
to Quantico.

No. Nice try, but no.
but you're proving my point.

David Rossi can be dramatic,
melodramatic,

and histrionic
with the best of them.

I'm sorry I can't help you.
Thank you for coming.

How's JJ?

Ah.
She's a profiler now.

- She is?
- Yeah.

I think it's important
we help the younger agents

with the benefit
of our experience, but...

Oh. Tyler Green.
Jill, this is Tyler Green.

He's a consultant working
this case with us.

Tyler, Jill. Jill, Tyler.
I wanted you to meet him.

Oh.

Emily, you are
a great profiler

and a terrible liar.

Uh, what is happening?

You weren't brought here
because you're a consultant.

You were brought here
because you have

a similar facial structure
to my son, Stephen.

No offense, but he's a lot
more handsome than you are.

And that's--
that's relevant how?

Emily is trying to use
morphopsychology as a trigger

to get my amygdala to fire.
Do you know why?

Because that's where the neurons
connected to emotions

tied to memory go crazy,
but it's not gonna work.

I am a biological psychologist.
I know these tricks.

Tyler is only here
because I wanted you to meet

the next generation
of the BAU.
Oh.

And if someone
like him or JJ

were to get killed
in the line of duty

because of some connection
you could have filled in,

I know you wouldn't be able
to live with yourself.

[ Exhales ]

Not even Jason was
this manipulative.

But that's not a no.

Tricky.

Close the door.

[ Baby crying ]
No, no, no, shh, shh.

Emma: Roger!

Shhhh, shhhh.

Shhh, shhh.

Oh. I know, I know.
It's okay. I'll be right back.

I'll be right back, okay?
Shhh.

[ Crying continues ]

S-Something's wrong.

- What do you mean?
- I don't know,

but something's
really wrong.

Oh.
[ Gasps ]

Oh!

[ Crying ]
Wh-What's happening?

It-- It must be
a c-complication

from the d-delivery?

No, it is not
the delivery.

Those men-- they did--
they did something to me.

They left something
inside of me.

I-I'll take you
to the hospital.

I-I'll get the baby.

No, no, no,
Roger, please!

They will interrogate you,

and you will tell them
everything

because that's
how you are.

You're not strong enough.

What should we do?

Just get me help.

Go get me Dr. Moreno.
She'll know what to do.

[ Baby continues crying ]

[ Gasping ]

♪

It's okay, it's okay.

[ Crying continues ]

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.
Shh, shh.

No, no, no.
Roger, no! I--

I'm bleeding!
I can't!

Will you be a parent

for once?!

Please.

All I hear
from you is, "No."

I can't hear it anymore.

You're right,
you're right.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, okay?

We'll do it your way.

Just please, please hurry.

[ Crying continues ]

I love you, Roger.

♪

I don't think we have
much time.

We got four victims,
barely 24 hours between 3 and 4.

Question is,
is he done or not?

If he's targeting
the wrong guys,

he could see any man
who triggers him

as one of his wife's rapists.

Maybe she's
prodding him along.

See, that's--
that's the part

where a wall goes up in my mind
and says, "no."

That he's this deluded
or that the wife's a part of it?

Both.

Look, we have come so far
in understanding rape trauma.

Yes, women black out.

Yes, details get forgotten,
mistaken, you name it, but--

But naming the wrong assailant
four times? It's...

Wouldn't happen.
No woman would do that.

Right, now factor in
the obvious.

Okay, well, the physical
similarity of the victims.

That can't be an accident.
It's almost like...

Like what?

Like these men are
a manifestation of himself.

You said earlier
that he was obliterating them.

Well, what if he's not
obliterating them,

but he's obliterating himself
over and over?

Because he feels responsible
for some trauma.

Some trauma that he externalizes
as his wife's rape.

Damn.

That's one hell
of an externalization.

Don't hate me
for saying this, but...

what if there was
no rape?

Go on.

We've established
that these guys aren't rapists.

Well, let's assume that the
pregnancy is a fixed variable.

That part happened.

Okay.

But what if he views
these men

as being able
to do something

that-- that he can't...

because he's infertile?

Of course.

That's why
they all look similar.

They're a manifestation
of himself,

a genetic manifestation.

His brain
rewires it as rape.

But we know what
they actually are--

they're sperm donors.

Yes.

Oh, my God.

♪

Ah.

Dr. Moreno.

Roger?

Hi.

What is this?
Where am I?

Emma needs your help,
Doc.

What?
Needs my help how?

You warned us against taking
this baby to term.

You were right.

So you're the only one
who can fix it.

What is...

My family. I-I need to
tell them I'm okay.

- Emma first.
- Roger!

Let me out of here!

Emma first.

Why are you doing this?

Emma chose you
because you make house calls.

♪

This isn't what I meant.

Now it is.

♪

Our known suspect is Roger Song.

He and his wife, Emma, pursued
IVF treatments from this woman,

Dr. Maria Moreno.

Dr. Moreno was just
reported missing by her husband.

We believe Rogers Song
has abducted her.

The four previous victims
have been confirmed

as being potential donors
in the couple's IVF treatments.

Wait, how does
our guy know that?

Isn't that information
kept anonymous?

It is, but this company
has an option

where parents can contact donors
after the baby's been born.

And this is where the couple's
behavior gets erratic.

According to the clinic records,
the implantation was a success,

but there's no record
of a birth.

We believe that Roger's
controlling personality

forced Emma
to deliver at home.

Somewhere in that window, Roger
suffered a break from reality,

and he now thinks
that these men are rapists

that impregnated
his wife.

How about the wife?

Uh, that's still unclear.

She could be a victim
of his delusion

or a participant in it.

Yeah, our number-one priority
right now

is Dr. Moreno
and the baby.

We have to proceed
with caution

because Roger's
delusional psychosis

makes him
incredibly dangerous.

Is there
any questions?

Man: Nope, got it.

Let's go.

Okay, talk me through this
from the beginning.

What's wrong with Emma?

Uh, she's bleeding.
Bleeding bad.

Alright,
whatever this is,

let me out,
and I can help her.

No, I can't do that.[ Baby crying ]

Emma: Roger!

I-If I can't see her,
how am I supposed to help her?

Uh, uh...

write her
a prescription.

Some-- Something that will
stop the hemorrhaging.

Hemorrhaging?
She's hemorrhaging?

I think so.
I don't know.

Roger!

I'm trying.

Roger.
Please listen.

You need to take your wife
to a hospital.

I can't do that.
You have to.

If she's hemorrhaging,
she is going to die.

For once in your life,
think about her.

All I do
is think about her!

This was--

This has all been
for her.

No, it hasn't.

You wanted this.
She didn't.

- That's not true.
- It is.

I told you both,
Emma has hypertension.

She's at risk
for a late-term miscarriage

which could jeopardize
her life.

I begged you
not to deliver at home.

Sh-She wanted it.

No. You did.

And then you ground her down
until she agreed.

I see this all the time.

Husbands who hear "no"
from their wives as an attack,

who hear her raised voice
as criticism,

who tune out anything
that doesn't fit

with their personal narrative
of what a baby should be.

[ Crying continues ]

Roger!

I-I can't hold the baby.

- I-I think I'm dying!
- Just wait.

Wait!

[ Sniffles ]

Who are you talking to?

My w-wife.

She's--

♪

She's--

Alvez: Roger Song!

Roger Song!
This is the FBI!

Come out with your hands up!

You heard that, right?

♪

[ Footsteps ascending stairs ]

Come out!

Can you help my wife?

Roger,
put your hands up.

We can get medical attention
to your wife and baby.

You just keep
your hands up.

Man: Keep your hands up.

Officers coming in.

[ Indistinct talking ]

No, no, she needs help now.
You need to come in here now.

She's bleeding a lot.
I-I tried to help her.

- And I-I didn't know what to do.
- Roger, put your hands up.

I couldn't--Put your hands on top
of your head, Roger.

God.[ Insects buzzing ]

Oh.

What's wrong?

Roger,
don't you smell that?

And we can be a family?

♪

It's okay, it's okay,
it's okay.

There you go.

Roger:
I can't take him with me.

Emma: I'm bleeding.
Roger, I can't.

Will you be a parent

for once?!

I'm not the one
you need to convince.

What's the fuck is this?!

She needs help.[ Handcuffs click ]

♪ We

♪ Chase misprinted lies

♪ We

♪ Face the path of time

♪ And yet I fight this battle
all alone ♪

Please help my wife.

Tell her I love her.

T-Tell her
the baby is hungry.

Yeah. Okay, Roger.
I'll tell her.

♪

[ Telephone ringing ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Clears throat ]

[ Ringing continues ]

[ Camera beeps, shuts off ]

Hello?

Are you shitting me
with this?

Turn on the app
I told you to download.

[ Button beeps ]

[ Steady beeping ]

[ Dirt crunches ]

You dick.

Oh, you're close.

Keep digging.

Shit.

[ Beeping continues ]

♪

[ Thud ]

What is this?

Here's what's
gonna happen.

I'm going to
give you a protocol

to reach out to a man
named Damien.

And then you are going to
give Damien that case.

Elias, if I'm participating
as an accessory to a felony--

You're way
beyond that.

So you're gonna give
Damien this combination.

4-0-0-8.

Hey, Vinny.

What?

[ Grunts ] That case is special.

There's no other one
like it.

Do not, for any reason,
open it.

[ Call disconnects ]

[ Clicking ]

[ Lock clicks ]

♪

[ Elevator bell dings ]

♪

[ Elevator doors close ]

♪

Yeah. I can't.

Yes, you can.

Just take your time.

♪

Hi.
Hey, you.

♪

Is that Jill Gideon?

Oh, yeah.

♪

I don't know what
I was... thinking.

I mean, this isn't...
Jason's office anymore.

[ Whimpers ]

No, it's not.

♪

Sorry.

Would you like me
to give you a minute?

Yeah.

Okay.
We'll be right outside.

♪

[ Sighs ]

♪

[ Footsteps approach ]

♪

Hello, David.

♪

♪