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Kyle?

Where's Paige?

Everybody inside! Hands up!

Get down on the ground!
Get down on the ground!

- You wanted to see me?
- Yeah. Have a seat.

So the attorney general has announced
a first-of-its-kind comprehensive review

of every serial criminal
in federal prison.

Okay.

And he wants you to supervise
and coordinate the team.

-Oh.
-Congratulations.

Um... I've...

I'm just gonna hyperventilate for
a moment, so if I could just have...

Okay, well, when?

-When does he need it?
-It's ambitious.

He says it's all gonna happen in a year
and you'd need to start immediately.

You'd have to leave the BAU.

No. Oh. I...

No, I came here for a reason.
I love what we do. I don't want to leave.

But it's a great opportunity.

Why don't you take some time
to think about it?

- Don't go.
- Garcia?

I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't...

I wasn't eavesdropping,
official business.

What is that?

Uh, oh, it's fresh off the wire.

There's a single murder, but they think
that single murder is super significant

because the field office email
said "urgent" like three times.

This is in Glenport Village.

What's in Glenport Village.

Uh, Glenport Village is a planned
community of sex offenders.

I wrote the psychological questionnaire
that Reverend Santos

uses to choose the residents.

Planned community of sex offenders?
For serious?

Glenport Village, Florida, houses a wide
spectrum of non-violent offenders,

crimes ranging from statutory rape

to public urination in front of children.

No rapists or murderers until now.

Well, I can tell you one thing.

Reverend Santos and his community
are dedicated to reform.

It says here he went to jail at 18
for impregnating

his 15-year-old girlfriend.

Yes, but no offenses since, and 40 years

and two children later,
they're still happily married.

Am I reading this right?
Families with kids live there.

The law requires sexual offenders
to live certain distances

from bus stops, playgrounds
and schools,

but it says nothing
about being their neighbors.

In most cities that's a legal oversight,

but in this one
it was part of the design plan.

Look, here's some context.

In 2009, Reverend Santos was able

to buy up a few homes
in Barclay Bay using church funds.

Now, the real estate was already
inexpensive in this area,

but when surrounding residents
found out

that he planned to house sex offenders,

there was a mass exodus,
so eventually he was able to buy up

the rest of the homes
and then rename the town.

Will he cooperate with us?

He's already sending us files
on all the residents, past and present.

This community is
a fascinating experiment.

Typically, when sex offenders
try to reintegrate into society,

they're rejected, they're isolated.

But this community,
sick of the harassment,

decided to self-isolate.

Well, that experiment just backfired.

Yeah, in a massive way.

Two nights ago authorities found

the body of Paige Lincoln
in her bathroom.

She was stabbed in
the chest and the stomach.

Yeah, I'm just shocked that
the reverend didn't call me immediately.

Well, they had a suspect
right away, her husband, Kyle Lincoln.

He was covered in her blood,

but his alibi checked out this morning,

and the blood was because he was
trying to resuscitate her.

And now we have a two-day-old
crime scene in a town full of suspects.

Wheels up in 30.

It's all the way down the block.

What are you, scared?

No.

Yes, you are.

Maggie, wait!

Hey!

"I swear, from the bottom
of my heart, I want to be healed.

"I want to be like other men,

"not this outcast who nobody wants."

E.M. Forster.

The victim, Paige Lincoln,
was a high school teacher

caught making out with a student.

She moved to Glenport Village
shortly thereafter,

met her husband Kyle,
who's an offender there,

and by all accounts,
their marriage was stable.

She was found in a cheerleader outfit

that according to her
Amazon purchases, she bought.

Must have been her husband's fantasy.

Well, according to her history,
it could be hers.

I mean, is that why she was killed?

Maybe she was having an affair.

Well, if Paige was looking for guys who

are into cheerleaders,
this town was a good place to start.

I know this preacher, okay?
These aren't bad people.

Just because this happened here
doesn't mean a resident did it.

We just need to keep
all of our options open.

She's right.
This isn't a prison or military base.

People move in and out freely.

What if this was a vendetta kill,

committed by a victim of
a Glenport Village resident.

Revenge is a good motivator.

Garcia's tracking outside threats.

When we land, Lewis and I
will go talk to the reverend.

Dave, you go to the M.E.

Morgan, you and Reid
go talk to Paige's husband.

GLENPORT VILLAGE, FLORIDA

Mr. Lincoln, we need
to ask you some personal questions.

Are you sure that you're up for this?

Yeah, it's fine. Just...

Just get it over with.

The cheerleader costume.
We know Paige bought it. Was that...

Role play something that
she was into or...

No, I...

It was my thing.

Who else would have known that?

Nobody.

Look, why is this so important?

The man who killed Paige
dressed her up

before he took her life, so...

Either he has the same role-playing
preference you do...

Or he's trying to frame you with it.

Do you see where we're going with this?

Sometimes I'd...

I'd want her to have it on
when I got home.

I'd text her.

Only it wasn't a text, it was a...

Internet relay chat.

It's like a text, only...

IRC self-deletes
when you close the window.

Exactly.

Why would you need so much privacy?

You haven't met the reverend,
have you?

That's everyone, Tara.

All 1,922 citizens.

You'll find case histories,
probationary reports,

-hopefully everything you need.
-Great. Thanks, Reverend.

I just wish we were meeting again
under better circumstances.

Did anyone have any issues
with the Lincoln family, Reverend?

No one has much trouble
with anyone here.

Ever?

I took your ideas
and I instituted a couple of my own.

Ask the sheriff about
how successful we've been.

Well, I'm surprised, but he's right.

Twenty years of police work,
this is the quietest beat I've ever had.

How have you accomplished that?

There's an application process?

It's intense.

And what happens once you get in?

The residents all sign contracts.

We're about transparency.

Reverend, we worked together
for six years with no issues.

Why hide this?

Paul, it's not personal,

but we can self-police better than you.

What happened two nights ago
is a tragedy,

but it's also the first
violent crime in six years.

That's well below
the national average, I believe.

Exactly what do residents
agree to in these contracts?

It's a tracking chip.

Surgically implanted.

And the reverend makes you wear it?

Hiding a contract from me is one thing,
but a tracker?

That does seem extreme, Reverend.

Nobody's coerced.

If they don't like it, they can leave.

Can the chip be removed?

Yes, and if they try without my approval,
I'm notified.

But that's never happened.

Do you have one?

Don't need it.
My incident was decades ago.

Look, if a resident lives here
without trouble for five years,

I take theirs out as well.

A contract. A tracker.

That's quite the secret playbook,
Reverend.

Everything is done
in the name of our protection.

How accurate is the GPS
in those trackers?

It's down to three feet.

That data's a good starting point.

We could begin with the whereabouts

of every resident in the community
with a tracker.

Who was in the Lincoln house
the night of the murder, Reverend?

I've been working on that
since you landed.

COD was exsanguination caused by
stab wounds to the abdomen and chest.

Hell of a lot of overkill.

This looks personal. Defensive wounds?

Across her palms and forearms.

-Any hesitation marks?
-None.

It's probably not his first time.

-What about sexual assault?
-No obvious signs.

If he's in CODIS, he might not risk it.

The costume is covered
in the victim's blood,

but there aren't any knife perforations
in the fabric.

-So he dressed her postmortem.
-Yes.

This UnSub needs a compliant victim
to proceed with his fantasy.

The problem is, a live one isn't.

All right, thanks, Lewis.

Randy Nelson, the Lincolns' neighbor.

He seems to be the only one
in the house that day with a tracker.

According to the reverend,
he's here for flashing married women.

Paige fits that victimology.

The question is, would Randy
dress her as a cheerleader?

Let's take him in and find out.

Here's some money.
Bring back the change, all right?

Oh. Uh, Agent Hotchner.
Danny, come here.

-Hi.
-These are my kids. This is Riley.

-Hi, Riley.
-Hi.

And this is Danny.

Danny. How do you do?

Can we go now?

Yeah, sure.

Riley, straight home
after you finish shopping.

-All right, Riley?
-I know.

Sorry about that.

It hasn't been easy. They, uh...

They came here after my ex-wife
passed six months ago.

-You got kids?
-Uh, one. A 10-year-old boy.

Oh, I'm in over my head.

We live five miles
outside of Glenport Village,

but the place still informs
every parental decision I make.

Sure.

Especially on a day like this.

This place sucks.

First we move into my dad's so late
in the year that I miss cheer tryouts,

then AP chem is boring.

Southville is the worst.

I like it. I mean, I get to play soccer.

And Dad's here.

God, you're so simple.

No, I get it. I mean,
you miss your old neighborhood.

You have no idea.

-No offense.
-No, none taken.

So, um, I heard about this party,
tonight at Greg's.

I can get us in.

You can get us in?

Probably. I mean, I'll try.

Oh, it's not like it matters,
my dad won't let me go.

Well, why not?

Look who the neighbors are.

You were friends with Paige?

I was, yes.

For how long?

Years. Three, maybe, yeah.

She was the only one in
Glenport Village who was nice to me.

How come?

That's just how it is,
even in a town like this.

Randy, come have a seat.

Make yourself comfortable.

You're not under arrest.

Here's the thing, Randy.

The guy who did this,

he was into cheerleaders.

Well, I'm not.

Maybe the killer just wants us
to believe that he is.

I don't know about any of this.

You were in Paige's house
at 3:00 p.m. that afternoon.

You have a history with housewives.

But here's the strange thing.

Our analyst went through
your Internet history.

Not a single trace of porn, of any kind.

The others use it as a safety valve,

a way to release pressure.

I manage fine without that.

Well, it's possible.
Or maybe you're just better at hiding it.

No, you're wrong.

My life's an open book.

You're looking at it.

Randy, what I'm looking at is
each of the women you flashed

were mothers.

And each of them
was in the company

of their grade-school-age son
when you did it.

Now, that school bus drops off
Tommy Gannon every afternoon.

He lives right next door to Paige,

and he's eight years old.

That's why you go over
for coffee, isn't it,

to watch him.

No. Absolutely not.

Randy, those women
were never your targets.

Their children were.

And if the reverend finds out
that you're a pedophile,

you can't live here anymore.

And that is why Paige
was your only friend,

because you couldn't afford to let
anybody else know what you were into.

I tried to stop.

Please, I'm sorry.

Randy,

we have to tell the reverend
and the sheriff about this.

No. No, please.

What do you two
want for dinner tonight?

I don't know.

- Danny?
- Burgers!

No, gross, we had
burgers twice this week.

Well, maybe I'll do up
them potatoes you all like?

- Dad.
- What?

-Last summer you loved them.
-No, it's fine.

I still like them.

Here you go.

Why don't we just order a pizza
or something?

-Danny, is that okay with you?
-Yeah, fine.

-You have homework tonight?
-AP Chem.

Book report.

-Hey, Matt!
-Sheriff.

Hey, Riley, will you, uh...

Will you look over Danny's work tonight?

Sure.

So, Dad...

Um, there's this party tonight.

Uh-huh.

Everybody will be there. Can I go?

-Where is it?
-Not far.

But, like, in the total opposite direction
of Glenport Village.

Okay.

-What?
-What?

But you can't leave until I'm back
from my rounds.

Someone needs to be here with Danny.

-Yeah, okay.
-And home by 10:30.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you!

-You're the best dad ever.
-Yeah.

You let her do anything she wants.

Hey, didn't I let you play video games
this morning before school?

-Yeah.
-So finish your homework.

You can play more tonight, okay?

Okay.

SUMAC COVE, FLORIDA

See you later.

-Bye, Victoria.
-Bye, Vickie.

Here name's Victoria Taylor.

She was a senior at Cove High.

An honor student and cheerleader.

Sorry, my, uh...

Daughter went to a football game
at their school last week.

She was killed in uniform.
No postmortem dressing.

Different victimology. Different MO.

We got two killers here?

What if the UnSub's
showing his true colors?

Paige was the surrogate,
Victoria his ideal.

One he probably spent
weeks trying to find.

Location also narrows
down our suspect pool.

How do you figure?

We're 10 miles from Glenport Village.

That eliminates anyone
with a tracking device.

Sheriff, round up your men.

We're ready to deliver the profile.

Based on the age of everyone
without a chip,

we are searching for a man
in his late 30s to early 40s.

In addition to them, we're also looking
at residents from nearby communities.

Regardless of location,
this UnSub is experienced,

organized, and worst of all,
he is patient.

He has practiced extreme self-control
to sublimate his desires.

Frequent precursor crimes to this kind
of fetishized murder

include peeping and petty larceny
of objects like undergarments.

Now, this guy's probably
fantasized

and obsessed over
these murders for years.

Now that he's gotten a taste,
he's gonna wanna keep killing,

and will take increased risks to do so.

As is evidenced by another
murder on the heels of the first,

and under the nose of police
and federal investigators.

This guy gets off on the thrill
as much as the killing.

125 residents have had
their chips removed,

but remember, it's possible
that the UnSub is not from here.

Our analyst is searching for suspects
outside of the community.

With your help we'll be interviewing
those residents without trackers.

Thank you.

I hear you have a big decision to make.

Yeah.
One of the biggest of my life.

Once a year, on my birthday,

I go visit this killer in prison.

His idea, not mine, believe me.

He's the only one who knows
where the bodies are buried.

He gives me a name,

and I give a family
some peace and closure.

But every time I sit across from him,

treating him like a human being,

it takes something out of me.

You can do something I can't do.

I think that's why the brass tapped you
for this project.

It takes something out of me, too.

The scary thing is,

sometimes I don't even notice it

till long after it's gone.

You know, this job
ain't all milk and honey.

Some days you lose.

Some days you do things
you don't want to do.

So ask yourself this.

Where can you do the most good?

And still do yourself the least harm?

Then make your decision.

My whole life is here, man.
I got no reason to leave,

except for my job.

You recently missed several
days of work. Why was that?

Got doctors.

Back doctor, knee doctor, neck doctor...

Poked and prodded
all damn day.

And I got the paperwork
and the needle marks to prove it.

So, where were you
the last two nights?

I was at home.

Are those Blundstones?

Yes, they are.

Anybody to confirm your whereabouts?

My mom. Do you wear an E?

How about I boot you in the ass
and then you can tell me?

Those are copies of my receipts
for the last week.

Restaurant, pharmacy.

Nothing exciting.

It's gone, isn't it?

What is?

Our home.

We can't stay.

And there's nowhere else
we can build something like this.

Reverend, when we find
the guy that did this...

It doesn't matter.

You know, we had
16 protests here last year?

Parents come by, yell at us,

and throw rocks through the windows.

But they don't know these
men and women the way I do.

The way you do.

Nobody here did this,
but they won't believe that.

Now our home is gone.

No. No, after this is all over,
you can rebuild.

What if I was wrong about everything?

I mean, in building this,
I made us easier targets.

Reverend, without you, these people
would have nowhere to go.

And if it hadn't been for me,

Paige would still be alive.

All the residents checked out,
didn't they?

Every single one, with or without
the tracking chip.

Okay. Where does that leave us?

You know, the reverend said something
that got me thinking.

This town is the perfect
forensic countermeasure.

The UnSub would have known we'd
start investigating inside the circle,

and that's exactly what we did.

To take advantage of that,
this guy would have to be an outsider.

Yeah. Garcia, how are you doing

investigating people
in the surrounding communities?

Well, it's still in its early stages.

The list is long and rather arduous.

It's no big shocker,
there's a lot of people out there

who have vendettas
against Glenport Village.

All right, there is one name
that keeps cropping up.

Ira Stein.
He lives right by Glenport Village.

He has been quite vocal
about his dislike of the community.

He's been arrested twice
for harassing residents.

I'll go talk to Ira. Thanks.

While you do,
we need to take another look.

There's something
or someone we missed.

Sheriff, can you give us a hand?

Of course. One second, Agent Lewis.

-Hey, guys.
-Dad,

can one of the deputies
show me how to fire a gun?

We'll see, bud. Come on.

What are we doing here?

'Cause we're all spending
the night in my office.

I call couch!

What? Why?

-Dad, what about the party?
-I'm sorry, Riley.

That is so unfair. You told me I could go.

Hey, Danny, why don't you get yourself
some food from the vending machine?

Sure.

Victoria Taylor... You know her?

No. But I heard.

I need to make sure you two are safe.

So you're making me and Danny
literally rot in a prison?

Come on, Riley. It's one night,

and I need you to
watch over your brother.

Dad, this is insane.

Our house is a fortress.

I mean, there are more guns at home
than there are here.

Besides, you know
someone from Perville did this.

No, I don't. Not necessarily.

All I know for sure is whoever this is
has gone outside Glenport Village.

Now, please, Riley,
help me do my job, okay?

Just one night.

Fine.

- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, can you go out?

No. I'm at my dad's work.

Well, we, uh...
We got invited to Greg's party.

We did?

My dad's got me
on lock-down.

-Can you sneak out?
-Doubt it.

Doesn't matter. I don't have a car.

-Oh, I'll pick you up.
-You will?

Yeah, of course.
Just meet me outside the station in 20.

Okay.

-Hey, Danny.
-Dad says you can't go.

I'll only be gone an hour. Two, max.

My silence isn't free.

How much?

Two weeks with your computer.

Rossi hit a dead end with Ira Stein,
but the reverend said it himself.

The reason the crime rate
is so low in Glenport Village

is because the people there self-police.

So someone there had
to have seen the UnSub.

Wouldn't they come forward
for the good of the community?

The residents are like us.
They watch, they profile.

The thing is, they didn't
realize they saw him.

Well, in that case,
who's the most likely resident that did?

I have an idea.

Thanks for coming to get me.

-I felt like the walls were closing in.
-Yeah, no problem.

Wasn't that Greg's?

Yeah. Looks like there's no party.

-Hmm. Maybe he got busted.
-Yeah.

You know, uh, that's okay, 'cause...

You know, I was thinking that maybe...

Uh, you know, I should probably
just get back to my dad's work.

No, that's okay, we're cool.

Damn it, Adam!

Look, just take me
back to the station. Now.

You know what? You can walk home.

-Are you kidding me?
-Get out.

Get out!

Where's your sister?

She left.

What, she left!

She said she'd be back in an hour.

Two, max.

Riley's phone, leave a message.

Danny, don't you move, all right?

Hey, Riley.

-Hey, Matt, is that you?
-Yeah. What's going on?

Uh, Greg's party got broken up.

Well, you know,
there was an after party at Michelle's.

Um...

Sorry you missed it.

Hey, you need a ride?

Uh...

Yeah.

Uh, sorry, the seatbelt's broken.

Oh. No worries. We're not going far.

I never should have
left the station.

My dad's gonna be mad.

Thanks for taking me back.

-Oh, uh, actually, the station's that way.
-Oh, I know.

Yeah, but it's the other way.

Matt?

No, you're wrong,
I didn't see anybody.

Agent, I need your help.

Sure.

Randy, you were the last
person to see Paige alive.

Yes.

Okay.

So take me through your day.

Tommy's bus dropped him off
after school.

You watched him
through Paige's window.

Then what happened?

I walked back home.

Okay. What did you do then?

Sometimes,

Tommy plays outside.

And I, uh, get a good look at him.

He doesn't have any friends.

It's not his fault.

Who'd let their child come over
for a play date in Glenport Village?

Tommy must be lonely.

Did he come outside that day?

No.

You would have been hyper-focused
on looking for him,

so any movement
would have caught your eye.

What did you see?

Just a car.

What kind of car?

I don't know. It's just a car.

Okay. Play it over in your mind slowly.

Is there anything about
the car that stood out?

It was grey.

There... There was
a sign on the side of it.

Like a delivery car.

The sign read "Brain Gang."

It was one of those guys who comes
to your house to fix your computers.

Randy...

That could be our UnSub.

Matt?

No, no, no, no, no.
How did you find...

Okay, you keep it in a bag
on a hanger in your closet.

Why are you doing this?

Searching for IT service reps who make
house calls in Glenport Village.

Give me more.

Set your search parameters at 35 to 40

and see who's worked
in Glenport Village.

Those are some bang-up
parameters, brain brother.

Checking, checking, and...

Nothing.

Which ones overlap with
Victoria's neighborhood?

Second verse same as the first. Sorry.

Maybe it's not one of those guys.
What if Randy was wrong?

The details down to the color
were highly specific.

I mean, it's possible
our profile's wrong...

The age? IT reps are usually younger.

Garcia, new age parameters. 18 to 25.

I am in your head space.

And I like what I see.

I have four gentlemen
that match those parameters.

There's Dave Ermini,
Tyler Otte, Matt Franks and...

-Wait, hold on. Matt Franks?
-What is it?

He's my next-door neighbor.

He worked on my computer last week.
He's been in my house.

We profiled increased
risk-taking behavior.

Five years ago in Georgia,
Matt Franks was arrested

for stalking a girl
in high school, a cheerleader.

Charges were dropped. She left town.

Two years after that,
Franks was brought in for questioning

regarding the murder
of another teen, also a cheerleader,

but detectives didn't have
enough evidence on him.

Lewis, get Morgan and go.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold on for a second.

What are we looking at here?

Tell me, father to father.

These agents are the best.

In case Matt and Riley aren't there,
I will stay behind here and coordinate.

Why am I doing this?
Um...

Same question the other girls asked.

Um...

There's no cure for me.

All right?
And there's no cure for those guys

over in Glenport Village either.

The other girls?

With the first ones, I was so impatient.

I mean, the woman in Glenport
was just...

Too old, and, um, Victoria...

Victoria did it all wrong.

But, um...

Let's hope that you get it right.

I will.

I will.

Just...

Not here.

Let's go to the bedroom.

-Here we are.
-Yeah.

We're gonna have fun tonight.

Yes, we are.

So, what's first?

Do your routine.

I need my pom poms.

Well, where are they?

They're just in the closet.

Stop.

Why are your pom poms
in your dad's closet?

Ah!

No, no, no!

Lewis, we'll take the front,
deputies take the back.

There's a side door. Hopefully he didn't
see it. Here's the keys.

There's also a combination lock.

It's 22-10-13.

-No!
-Sheriff, Sheriff!

Back up. Let us do this.

You ruined everything.

-Please! Please!
-Matt Franks, FBI!

Matt, we're going
to talk through this, okay?

Talk? Talk about what?

Whatever you like.

I'm trained to listen.

So, why don't we start
with your parents?

My parents.

My parents?

Oh!

Get him off of me, please.
Get him off of me!

Where's my dad?

He's right outside. Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

All right, come with me. Come with me.

I was surprised you took that shot.

Yeah, me, too.

It's your first time. You all right?

Yeah, um...

Just, uh... Just tired.

That's how it is.

Every time?

Lewis, he was gonna kill that little girl.
You did what you had to do.

Yeah, I know.

Tomorrow's a new day.

You are right about that.

Well, it's a good thing you're staying.

-Really, you know, too?
-Come on, now.

Sometimes the days are just rough.

That's what this job is.

And then sometimes you get to see that.

Hey.

So what do you think?

Honestly, I don't know what to do.

I mean, I have to take
this research project,

but I don't want to leave the BAU.

I actually think I'm a better interviewer

now that you've made me
a better profiler.

Well, what if you could do both?

Coordinate a team and consult with us?

Uh...

-You'd do that?
-Of course.

The director's already approved it.

Okay, I don't know what
favors you called in, but...

It's not about favors.

It's about everything you've brought
to your time here.

When you find good people,
you don't want to lose them.

Thank you, sir.

"To remain indifferent to
the challenges we face is indefensible.

"If the goal is noble,

"whether or not it is realized
within our lifetime

"is largely irrelevant.

"What we must do, therefore,

"is to strive and persevere

"and never give up."

Dalai Lama, the 14th.