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Previously, on Criminal Minds...

Oh, my God! That's Hotch and Kate!

Hey, are you OK?

Hotchner... is he OK?

He can't fly for a little bit.

His ears are...
but he's gonna be fine.

Oh. Jeez, Bo,
you scared me half to death.

Such a cliche.

See that, Bo?

Guess I'm supposed to make
a wish or something, right?

Come on, Bo.

How is the buzzing now?

It's OK. I think I could
actually get used to that part.

The problem is dealing
with the pain.

You're experiencing hyperacusis.

It's caused by sudden loud noises,

like an explosion.

So what do we do about it, doctor?

You have a small tear
in your right eardrum.

We'll treat that
with a bonding agent.

It'll most likely heal itself,
in a week or two.

Most likely?

The condition can sometimes
become permanent.

But I can go back to work?

Putting someone in the field with acute
sensitivity to sound would be a mistake.

Agent Hotchner,
if you're not careful,

you could lose your
hearing entirely.

I understand.

Good.

But you'll...
sign my return to duty?

What if I said I'd...

take it easy and...
limit my role in the field?

Stay out of loud places.

Your phone is ringing.

What's up, JJ?

This is Delilah Grennan.
She was bludgeoned and raped

during the night at her
home in Lower Canaan, Ohio.

Lower where?

Small town 40 miles
outside of Cincinnati.

Staging the body face-up,

with the arms across
the chest like that.

- Ritual.
- Nice hair, by the way.

Ahem. Thanks.

Uh, there's more.

Small puncture wounds
on her stomach.

Note the lack of blood.

They were inflicted postmortem.

Were there any other victims?

Kind of.

Victimology and signature
match a serial killer

from the same town, 10 years ago...

6 victims spanning over 10 months.

He called himself...

- The Angel Maker.
- I remember the case.

- They caught that guy.
- And executed him.

That's right. He was put to death

by lethal injection,
a year ago yesterday.

- Yesterday.
- So we're looking for a copycat.

Honoring the anniversary
of his hero's death.

It says here they found
semen at the crime scene.

Perhaps locals will get a DNA match
when they run it through VICAP?

Well, that's where it gets weird.

They ran it already,
and they got a match, too.

Well, if they already have a name,
why'd they call us?

They've got to be kidding.

The match they got back on the DNA

is to a Cortland Bryce Ryan,

otherwise known as...
The Angel Maker.

"We all die.

"The goal isn't to live forever.

The goal is to create
something that will."

Chuck Palahniuk.

The Angel Maker's
victims were beaten

with the assailant's bare hands.

And then Delilah
Grennan was bludgeoned

with a heavy instrument,
maybe a hammer.

OK, so this unsub's a weaker guy,

or at least someone who
perceives himself that way.

So he brought along the
hammer to make certain

his victim wouldn't fight back?

They have parachutes
on-board, right?

They should. It's standard
on all federal air transport.

Maybe we can give one to
the elephant in the room,

get him out of here?

That'd be the elephant
with the dead man's DNA.

Well, obviously somebody planted
the semen on the victim.

In the victim.

That's one theory.

There's another?

Think about who shares
the exact DNA makeup

of another person.

Reid, you're not seriously

floating around the idea
of an evil twin, are you?

No, I'm not. I'm floating
the idea of an eviler twin.

Traditionally,
the concept is a good twin

and an evil twin.

But in this case,

it's evil twin, eviler twin.

Hotch?

Yeah.

You have been cleared to fly,
haven't you?

Before Cortland Ryan, this town hadn't
seen a homicide, in over 30 years.

He didn't just kill those 6 women.

He killed a way of life.

Now this thing's got people
thinking he's come back.

They don't really
think that, do they?

I guess, when you've
been scared by something,

I mean really scared,
that fear's in you forever.

Let's stick to the facts.
Were there signs of forced entry?

None that we could find,
but whoever killed Delilah Grennan

opened up every window

in this house, before he left.

That's a signature from
the previous murders.

A detail we never
released to the public.

And it came out at the trial?

No, sir. Prosecution had
Ryan nailed 9 ways to Sunday.

Didn't need it.

So, I'm hard-pressed to know how this
copycat knew about those windows.

The man we're looking
for is most likely a fan

who exhaustively studied
the first killings

and used them to form his
own murder fantasies.

He knows this case as well as us,

even better, maybe,
if he had actual contact

with Ryan, while he
was incarcerated.

We sent one of our agents to
Hawkesville Prison, to look into it.

And the semen?

Smuggled out of the prison,
kept on ice, brought out

on the anniversary
of the execution.

There's an entire cottage
industry based on

serial killer effects
and memorabilia.

You can find absolutely anything,
if you know the right people.

Question is, is this a
one-time commemoration,

or is it just the beginning?

What about the puncture wounds?

My best guess is a small screwdriver,
like a Phillips head.

Just like the prior murders.

This guy's a stickler
for the details.

The groupings in the prior victims

were always different,
in number and arrangement.

3 wounds on this one.

5, 24.

He was all over the map.

I also found traces of
paper in the wounds.

Paper? Like tissue?

Like notebook paper.

Well, that's new.

Unique to the copycat.

I...

What is it?

I don't know.

It just seems familiar.

Ryan didn't have any next of kin,
so after the execution,

all of his effects
got boxed and stored.

This is all his correspondence?

Copies, at least.
Helps the warden keep tabs

on certain prisoners,
if he can know what's in their mail.

There's a lot of letters.

A lot of fans. Real lady killer.

What about male fans?

Some, yeah. Freaks.

This one kid would come by...
musician, I think...

black clothes and
eyeliner and all that.

He sent Ryan his demo tape

and some sheet music he wrote,
in his own blood.

Did you ever catch Ryan trying
to smuggle anything out,

to this kid, or anyone else?

The usual problem we have is
stuff being smuggled in, not out.

His DNA was found at
a fresh crime scene

in Lower Canaan.

What kind of DNA we talking about?

The type of DNA that cats in
lockup don't have occasion to use.

All right. Well, listen,
thank you for all this,

but I want to look at all
your visitor logs, all right?

Excuse me.

Yeah, JJ?

OK, uh...

Yeah, I'm headed right back.

Something wrong?

A local newspaper just got a letter

from someone claiming
to be the Angel Maker.

"I give you a legacy,
a breath of life

"from the Angel Maker himself.

"Those who prayed to forget me

will one day see my face
and shrink in fear."

That's the last thing
people need right now.

Reid, how's it compare with
the original correspondence?

They share some compelling
characteristics.

I'd obviously like to look at it under
magnification, with a better light.

Best guess, Reid?

I'd say it's authentic.

How can this letter be authentic,
if the guy's been dead for a year?

Could be an elaborate forgery.

Or it could be the genuine article,

just written before his death.

Well, mail here isn't that slow.

Or released through
an intermediary.

You mean the copycat?

We're going over the
prison visitor logs

to check who had multiple
visits with Ryan,

try to narrow our suspect pool.

Sela? What are you doing here?

Is it true? There's a letter?

How did you know?

You didn't really think you could
keep that quiet around here.

The letter's not from him,
not the way people might be saying.

What does that mean?

It...

It means we think he has someone
on the outside, a friend.

What if you're wrong? What if...

There's no such thing
as ghosts, Sela.

I'm not talking about a ghost.

I am talking about those
rumors about the execution,

how there were problems,
how it didn't work right.

What are you suggesting?

What if he's still out there?

Don't do that.

You think I'm the only one?

Look outside.

They want proof that he's dead.

I have to advise against this.

Well, due respect,
but this isn't your town.

I have to convince them that
Cortland Ryan is dead and buried.

But you're indulging this killer by
perpetuating the ruse he's created.

He's right.

It may embolden him,
prompt more murders.

Sela lost her only
daughter to that bastard.

We met when I was working
the case, grew close.

I thought we'd
gotten past all this,

but I guess I was kidding myself.

Hotch?

Hotch?

Is there anything I can do?

Hotch, are you all right?

Can I do anything?

Yeah, I'm OK, I'm OK, I'm OK. OK.

My God.

Cortland Ryan is dead.

There's no two ways about it.

We're just trying to
be thorough, Dr. Hagen.

We heard that there may have been
irregularities, with the execution.

His heart was stopped.

His pupils were nonresponsive.

Trust me.

This is not the first
execution I've pronounced at.

But it was the last.

Did something happen that day

to prompt your resignation from
the Corrections Department?

Everyone dies different.

Ryan went hard, is all.

What does that mean, doctor?

After we cycled the drugs,
we realized

he was still alive.

We weren't prepared for that.

How is that possible?

The catheter dislodged.

We reinserted it,

started the potassium chloride.

He started... shaking.

Spitting.

He was suffocating.

Catheter failed again.

Took him almost an hour to die,

almost as if something
were keeping him here.

He said this was going
to happen, you know.

That what was gonna happen?

His last words...

He said he'd come back.

You may think you've
seen the last of me,

but death cannot take me from you.

I will be born again.

Today you make me a legend.

Always had a flair
for the dramatic.

Set the stage perfectly...
a latter-day Lazarus

returning to deliver hell on Earth.

We need to debunk this,
or the whole town's gonna panic.

A little late for that.

The grave-robbing we can explain.

It has to be a fan.

You think the same person

that did the copycat
murder took Ryan's body?

It's possible. He had to have help.

Someone on the inside.

I suppose you're gonna tell me

there's a cottage
industry for that, too.

Did you know that John
Wayne Gacy painted clowns?

A murdering pedophile
paints clowns,

and people hang
them on their walls.

It's creepy on so many levels.
I mean, clowns...

Garcia, I didn't know
you had that hang-up.

Coulrophobia...
abnormal fear of clowns.

Oh, no, there is nothing
abnormal about it.

When I was 12, a hobo clown groped
my breast, at a birthday party

and made this old-timey
honking noise when he did it.

Apparently making it
funny makes it OK.

Were you able to find any auctions
on Angel Maker memorabilia?

Oh, my vision. I found a ton.

Mr. Maker was quite
the self-promoter.

He autographed everything...
photos, panties,

and for the discerning collector,
screwdrivers.

- You got to be kidding me.
- Yeah.

He also made these little origami
figurines out of cigarette boxes,

which, I hate to say,
are really cute.

Did you pinpoint the
most active collectors?

That would be his overseas fans.

What about local buyers
who also turned up

on the prison visitor log?

- Zilch.
- What about sellers?

A high-volume broker might know
a broader spectrum of fans.

There is one guy in
particular who seems to be

the local distributor, as it were.

- You got a name?
- Shebang!

Sid Rutledge.

- Rutledge?
- You know him?

He's a guard at Hawkesville.

Sid Rutledge, FBI.

Open up.

Just want to talk.

I can't see anyone.

Oh, guy's got two deadbolts,
he doesn't use either?

Sid?

Sid, we're coming in.

Wakey, wakey, my man.

Damn.

One to the grill, one to the groin.

That's personal.

Yeah, well, if Rutledge was
selling the unsub memorabilia,

He knew his identity.

Now the unsub's
covering his tracks.

Rutledge probably contacted him

after you paid a
visit to the prison.

He let him in, let his guard down,

Boom.

Whew. A little, uh,

heavy on the Old Spice.

Strikes me as an Aqua Velva guy.

Oh! Man, you're good.

Hey, it looks like
he took something.

Hello.

I think we've got
this unsub all wrong.

There have been some strange
happenings in this case,

but I urge you not to abandon
reason in the search of the truth.

This is not the work of a ghost,

and it's not the work of a
killer come back from the dead.

This is the work of somebody who
lives right here in Lower Canaan,

and this person is a woman.

Her last victim, Sid Rutledge...

he was the Angel Maker's mule.

He smuggled items out
of Hawkesville Prison,

including the semen that was
planted at the first crime scene.

She killed Rutledge because
he knew she was the copycat,

and also because he
was blackmailing her.

So I'm thinking you
and I need to talk.

We now know that Rutledge was
transferred to Hawkesville

from a female prison,
in the wake of allegations

that he was using his position

to leverage sexual
favors from inmates.

And we think he did the
same thing to our unsub...

in exchange for his silence,
he wanted sex.

Because she shot him
in the junk, right?

That, and the fact that he took a PDE-5
inhibitor, shortly before his murder.

- A what?
- Viagra.

We're looking for a white
woman in her mid-30s,

and she's highly intelligent.

And she's not just a fan,
she's a groupie.

Now, she's not what you
would normally expect.

More often than not, they're attractive,
they're well-educated,

they're successful.

Some are even married.

Generally, they fall into types.
Some are reformers.

They're on a mission to save
or rescue these murderers.

Often, this type of groupie has
been raised in a repressive,

religious environment and
specifically have been exposed

to the ideals of sexual repression
and subjugation of women.

Our unsub is a different type,

one who suffers
from hybristophilia.

It's a sexual attraction to
men who commit violent crimes.

They give her a power

that she lacks, which
stems from low self-esteem

and a need for a father figure.

Well, the victims were raped.
How do you explain that?

She's using an instrument to
simulate the sexual assault.

This is something that she
keeps in her rape kit,

along with the weapon that she's
using to bludgeon her victims.

This is a list of women who
visited and wrote the Angel Maker

while he was in prison.

We've started to track these leads,
but the list is extensive,

so we're gonna need your help.

Hey, you ever get groupies
at your book signing?

Sometimes, if Barry
Manilow isn't in town.

Any of them look like that?

Shara Carlino. She visited
Ryan over 70 times.

Waits an average of 3 hours
for a 10-minute visit,

mandatory strip search.

Would you endure that for a guy?

For Barry Manilow, maybe.

She was a marketing
VP in Cincy till '99,

moved here,
took an outside sales job,

commission only... serious pay cut.

I'm guessing she came for the view.

According to these logs,

you were the Angel
Maker's number-one fan.

His name is Cortland,

and I wasn't a fan.

How would you characterize
your relationship?

We were lovers.

Last time I checked,
they didn't allow

conjugal visits on death row.

It wasn't about
physical interaction.

When you take away the flesh,

there's only the soul.

Everything was understood.

There were no secrets.

Cortland made me feel alive,

in a way no free man ever could.

Where were you on the
16th of this month?

Why?

We believe this copycat killing

was committed by a female fan,

someone who knew
Cortland very well.

I was out of town with the company.
Ask anyone here.

Do you know another
woman Cortland...

There were no others.

I can show you logs,
photocopies of fan letters,

women who sent Cortland pictures,
their underwear...

They didn't mean anything to him.

But whatever connection
you had with Cortland

was severed when he died.

Not the copycat's.

Every time she kills,

it reinforces their love.

That is, of course,
unless you help us stop her.

He sent me a letter

a few months before he... he was...

I knew it wasn't meant for me,

because it was addressed to...
"My dove."

He never called me that.

- Do you still have it?
- No.

I burned it.

Did the text reveal
anything about the woman?

The text was a joke.

Usually his prose was

seamless and beautiful, but...

this was... pedestrian and crude.

You never asked him
who this dove was?

I thought there were
no secrets between you.

You've never been in love,
have you?

Victim's Maxine Chandler.

Neighbors say she's lived
here her whole life,

all 28 years of it, anyway.

How many kids does she have?

Well, none, of her own.

Runs a day care.

The guy who called 911 came
here to drop off his toddler,

found Maxine in her bedroom.

Coroner's in there with her now.

You check all entry points?

Yeah. No damage, no tool marks.
Same as the first.

Now that we have two victims,
we have data we can compare.

We should see what
victimology can tell us.

I'll get JJ to bring us the
files on the first victim.

What'd you find?

Well, I put the time
of death around 2 AM.

Victim was struck multiple
times with a blunt object.

Signs of penetration, fluids.

Same postmortem mutilation?

Same, but, uh, different.

9 puncture marks this time.

I wish I could say this was about
the unsub's disorganized behavior

or mounting rage.

It doesn't feel that way.

No, they definitely mean something.

Can I have your pen?

Yeah. What is it?

I'm not sure.

She did this.

- What do you mean?
- The unsub.

She made these dots like this

before she made the
puncture wounds.

That's why the coroner
found paper in the wounds.

It was a template.

The Angel Maker did it from memory,

but she needed a guide
to get it right.

We need to go back and re-examine
each of the patterns. Where's Reid?

Here's another one to dove...

November 2, 2006.

- Same thing?
- Yeah.

"Weather is good here.
Out in the garden all day.

Birds land on the fence.
The Moon is full now."

He got an hour a day
in a concrete yard.

There was no garden.
There were no birds.

Death row haiku.

I mean, you have to
try to write this bad.

I think he did. He tried very hard

to put each word,
each letter, even,

in the right order.

So it's a code.

This steganographic method would
allow him to write letters

that don't appear enciphered.

The real message would
be hiding in plain sight.

What do you need to crack it?

The ability to clone myself

and a year's supply of adderall.

I'll put on the coffee.

Small towns suck for victimology.

Too much overlap.

I've got both women
at the same church,

same doctor, same grocery store.

She's mimicking the Angel Maker.

Maybe we should
look at his victims.

Yeah, but there's a disconnect.

The Angel Maker chose women

because they excited him sexually.

The copycat's
satisfaction isn't sexual.

Now it's in perfectly
re-creating the murders.

So, what she looks for in a victim
is someone who's easy to kill.

Which, for her, means easy
access to their homes.

What did Delilah
Grennan do for work?

She made jewelry,
sold it out of her home.

So they both had
home-based businesses.

A stranger could walk in off the
street and be a prospective customer.

Unsub poses as a client,

maybe uses the bathroom,
cracks the window

so she can get back in later.

Let's check their business records

and see who came by on
the day of the murders.

No matching names.

Sky's so clear here, huh?

Never see stars like this in DC.

It's beautiful.

Oh, my God.

The puncture wounds on the victims'
stomachs represent constellations.

Constellations? Don't tell me
this guy was following the Zodiac.

No, these are from a family of
constellations known as the Heavenly Waters.

Well, I guess we know how he
came up with the nickname.

That's why he'd open up all
the windows after each kill,

so their souls could be
released into the sky.

Delphinus, the Dolphin. Equuleus,
the Little Horse. Anything sound familiar?

His origami things.

There are 9 constellations
in the Heavenly Waters.

The Angel Maker killed 6.

Yeah, our unsub continued
where he left off.

First she did Vela,

and then last night she did Carina.

The only one left is Columba,
the Dove.

One more kill and she
completes his set.

She knew the meaning
of the stomach wounds,

something even we didn't know.

She must have been a lot
closer to Ryan than we thought.

They weren't just close.

They were in love.

How'd you crack it?

I profiled the author.
Cortland Ryan was on death row

with several high-ranking members
of the Aryan Brotherhood.

He got the code from the Aryans?

Either that or he read a lot
of 16th-century literature.

The Aryans liked to use a cipher
based on a 400-year-old code

written by Sir Francis Bacon.

- So it's a binary code.
- Yeah.

Bacon used a 21-letter alphabet.
This one's 24.

Each letter is assigned a bit
string of 5 binary digits.

This combination yields
32 possible encodings.

Normally you'd use a computer
to run all these combinations,

but it was quicker just to do it longhand,
until I found the right one.

He's so lifelike.

We don't have a complete record

of their correspondence,

but I was able to
make a chronology.

The woman he calls "Dove" established
contact shortly after the trial.

"My dearest Cortland,
thank you for writing back to me.

The day the verdict was read,
we shared a silent moment..."

"I knew then there was a
force willing us together.

"Every time I see you,
I feel warmed, as if by the sun,

"yet I fear if I come too close,

I'll be consumed by your fire."

"Ever since your visit,
I am crazed with thoughts of you.

"Already you've entered my dreams.

"Each time you appear to me,

"I'm embraced by a feeling
of trust and belief,

as if I've known you all my life."

"As always, I am
touched by your words,

"but I long to see you again.

"Days pass quietly,
one into the next..."

- "my dove..."
- "I can think of little else..."

"my secret wife..."

"If only they would
let us marry..."

"All appeals are lost..."

"I could finally hold your hand..."

"The guards celebrated my defeat
by clearing out my cell..."

"Here is my face..."

"possessions matter little
to a condemned man..."

"they die with you,

the only man who will
ever truly see me."

- "take heart, my love...
- "but I can't leave this world... "

"before seeing your
face one last time."

"I will bring a part of
you back into the world,

and forever you will watch
over us from the stars."

What do you think she
meant by that last line,

"I will bring a part of you back"?

The murders?

She brought him back to life.

What if she was talking
about his child?

Well, she did say "us"...

"watch over us from the stars."

She used the semen samples

to plant evidence,
not to get pregnant.

What if she did both?

Well, if she actually had his kid,

we might be able to track
her through birth records.

Agent Hotchner...

we just got a report of a
woman attacked in her house

by a female assailant.

- Is she OK?
- Sounds like it,

but I can't say the same
for the attacker, though.

Neighbors heard cries for help,
pretty soon half the block was on her.

The victim was coming
home from work,

said the suspect approached
her in her driveway.

Asked to use the phone
to call a tow truck.

She let her in the house?

That's when the suspect jumped her.

That's not our unsub's MO.

Maybe she was rushing it,
trying to finish off the last victim.

That's Shara.

- You know her?
- Shara Carlino.

Rossi and I already
interviewed her.

She's Cortland's number-one fan.

Her alibi is solid.
She's not our unsub.

Shara... why?

It worked for her.

Why not for me?

I just want us to
be together again.

OK, there were 463 children born

in the Lower Canaan area
between 2006 and 2008,

so if you want me to find baby Angel Maker,
we're gonna have to narrow this down.

All right, well, Reid still
has more letters to decode,

but he did find a phrase.

"I knew even before they told me
that the future had taken root."

Taken root? Sounds like
someone got good news.

Date of conception.

And the date of that letter?

Uh, January 7, 2007.

OK, so we fast-forward 9 months.

Uh, 10 months, actually.

- Really?
- I know.

It was news to me, too.

Huh! OK.

So we'll search birth records
from August to September 2007.

How's that? We'll do
single mothers only,

in case she wanted to
keep the father a secret,

you know, didn't want to brag...

"Oh, your baby daddy's
a third-grade teacher?

Well, mine likes to poke people in
the stomach with tools, so there."

There. 9 names. Now,
that's a little more manageable.

Hannah Dreyfus was in an auto accident.
She could barely walk.

Shannon Conway moved away when
the plant closed, a year ago.

Any other names you recognize?

- No, I don't... whoa.
- What is it?

Well, this one here sounds familiar,
but I can't really place it.

Chloe Kelcher.

Chloe Kelcher. That is familiar.

Chloe Kelcher.

She was on the jury.

Well, that makes sense.

She would have been exposed
to the case evidence,

seen firsthand what
he did to his victims.

That's when she fell
in love with him,

sitting across the
courtroom every day.

Well, it's one thing
to have a relationship

with a killer,
it's another to become one.

There might have been an incident
that prompted the transformation.

I think I know what it was.

It's a death certificate.

Microvesicular steatosis.

Her baby died at the hospital.

Clear!

Clear.

She's not here.

All right. We all know
what the end game is.

She's looking for her final victim.

She may have already chosen one.
Let's tear this place apart.

Look for anything that might
tell us who she's targeted.

Look at this.

She did everything she
could to deny the truth.

What, that he was a killer?

That they'd never be together.

Note the view.

Daddy's watching.

It must have
devastated her to think

that she could hold on to Ryan by having
his child, and then lose the baby.

Completing his murders became the
only way she could hold on to him.

Not the only way.

Well...

Guess that answers that.

I assume that's who I think it is.

Got an appointment book here.

Meetings with Delilah
Grennan and Maxine Chandler

the day of each murder.

Sheriff, have you found
her tools or the gun?

Nothing yet.

She has something this morning...

"Faye Landreaux, 162 North..."

North Red River Drive.

She's a CPA. She does my taxes.

She work out of her house?

- Yep.
- Let's go.

That's it. '85 Volkswagen.

Chloe's here.

Car's still warm.
We got to be right behind her.

Her windows are closed.
That's a good sign.

Well, my team's ready.
Let's get in there.

Sheriff, we didn't recover
a gun at Chloe's house.

We have to assume she's armed.

Well, so are we.

If you storm in now, she'll shoot,

and chances are, she'll
start with your accountant.

What do you think, guys?

I think you should look
for an open window.

Sheriff, I need you to bring all
your vehicles around to the front,

facing forward, with lights off,
and I need a megaphone.

All right.

Hotch, I don't think you
can get through to her.

No, but maybe you can.

Profile's clear.
You can't talk this woman down.

No, but just to occupy her.
If we're right about the MO,

she's left a window open somewhere.

Morgan will find a way in.
We just need to buy him some time.

Hit the lights.

Chloe, this is the FBI.

We know you're in there,

and we know what
you're trying to do.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Don't move, bitch, or I swear to God,
I will split you in two.

Please, don't do this.

Roll over. Roll over. Roll over!

I know you think that finishing what Cortland
started will bring you closer to him,

but first you should
know who he really was.

Don't worry.

There's a much
better place for you.

I know you thought
you were special,

but the truth is,
the same things he wrote to you,

he wrote to many other women.
I've seen the letters.

"Without the flesh,
there is only the soul."

"You don't need to touch me

to feel the love I have for you."

Does that sound familiar?

Cortland wasn't who
you thought he was.

He... he was a narcissist, Chloe.

He wasn't capable of
loving anyone but himself.

To Carla Kettinger, he wrote,

"Ever since your visit,

I am crazed with
thoughts of you..."

"already you have
entered my dreams."

"Each time you appear to me..."

"I am embraced by
a feeling of trust

"and belief, as if I've
known you all my life.

"It's clear to me now,
that you are my fate.

We are destined to be together."

"And when I am gone,
that will not change.

"I will live on in you.

In death, our union
will be eternal."

"All appeals are lost.

The guards celebrated my
defeat by clearing out..."

No, no, no. Don't speak.

Don't talk. I'm gonna
get you out of here, OK?

"Possessions matter
little to a condemned man,

"but I cannot leave this world

"without seeing your
face one last time.

OK, that window over there.
I want you to go to that window.

It's gonna be OK. OK, go, go, go.

It isn't your fault that he
made you feel these things.

It isn't your fault your baby died.

No!

It's over, Chloe.

We have Faye.

You have nowhere to go.

I think we got some tear gas.
I'm assuming it's still good.

We're not gonna need it.
She doesn't have any place to go.

Well, maybe she'll do us all
a favor and put herself down.

She's not gonna do that, either.

She's not done.

Chloe, drop the gun.

Chloe,

drop the gun.

Damn it, lady, drop it!

I'm coming to you, baby.

Oh...

Hotch.

Oh...

Hotch?

Oh...

What did she do?

We took her victim.

She had to complete his work.

Wendell Berry said,

"The past is our definition.

"We may strive with
good reason to escape it

"or to escape what is bad in it,

but we will escape it only by
adding something better to it."

- I made these for your flight.
- Thank you.

It's small thanks,
but... my recipe.

I'm sorry you had to go
through all this again.

I suppose we never
stop going through it,

but... maybe now.

Hopefully.

She gonna be OK?

Yeah, she'll be fine.

Maybe you got to sit with the past
before you can walk away from it.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Thank you.

Anyone get directions
back to the airstrip?

Town's only got one road.
We'll find it.

Yeah, Morgan doesn't like
to follow directions.

You didn't know about that?

Yeah, he likes to vibe it.

OK, smart-ass. You drive.

Oh, great.

Sweet.

Thank you.

- What?
- For the flight.

Just gonna grab my bag.

You're not coming?

I, uh,

think I'm gonna drive.

Oh, it's over 7 hours
back to Quantico.

I really shouldn't be flying.

Oh.

I've done that drive before.

You'll see a lot of pretty
country along the byways.

You might consider...

Stretching it out a day or two.

Maybe I will. Thanks.