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He's too damn old.

Overweight, overpriced.

Too damn old.

What, so you're saying,
they should have kept Marion?

That's exactly what I'm sayin'.

Marion, Nash, Stoudemire.

Now, that's a team.

Yeah, same team that couldn't
even make it past the first round.

Whoa.

What is it?

- Where are we?
- What?

I'm asking you, where are we?

I don't know. S-sixth and...

Buckeye?

Wrong.

We were on Sixth 8 blocks ago.

- Well, so what?
- What are we doin' back here?

We're learning.

Now, where are we?

I don't know.

You've got to know.

You always, always have
got to know where you are.

I mean, let's just say you jump out
of the car and run after some maggot.

This thing can't help you.

Backup will wind up at the car,
5 blocks away.

Won't do you much good,
now, will it?

No, sir.

Don't sir me.
Sir's for the Academy.

I'm your partner.

Yes, sir... uh, right.

4-15-Frank,

4129, 23rd avenue.

Repeat, 4-15-Frank in progress

at 4129, 23rd.

That's domestic violence.

Tell them we're on it.

Uh, copy that.

Damn it.

My flashlight.

Are you kidding me?

Hurry up.

Hold it!

Oh, my God! Officer down,

officer down!

Copy that, officer. What's your 20?

We're at 23rd street!

Officer?

Backup is on the way.

907...

All units, 4129, 23rd Avenue...

Earlier this evening,

the Phoenix Police Force
lost two of our own.

Sergeant Manuel Rodriguez
and Officer Thomas Kayser

were killed in the line of duty.

That's 3 officers
in the past 4 days.

After the first shooting,

the Phoenix Police Department
assumed gang involvement.

Pretty reasonable assumption.

True. Almost 30% of all officer
slayings are gang related.

Technically, it's closer to 40%.

If a cop isn't killed during
a commission of a crime,

gang involvement is highly likely.

Actually, their precinct commander

believes it may be a serial
and has asked for our help.

What makes him doubt
the gang theory?

A couple of things.
Last night's victims

were killed exactly the
same way as the first.

Shot in the neck.

Something that the
press didn't release.

Well, now, wait. There could
still be a gang behind this.

Killers working together could

establish the same MO.

Commander Marks
hasn't ruled it out,

but there's another detail...
trophies.

Killer took their badges.

Gang members don't
usually take trophies.

They don't need to.

This is an unsub with
something to prove.

And he's got the
entire city on edge.

Kill those who protect and serve,

and no one feels safe.

"We are all brothers,
under the skin,

and I, for one, would be willing
to skin humanity to prove it."

Ayn Rand.

Go ahead, Garcia.

OK, while you birds
have been in the air,

I got the 411 on
the first shooting.

Apparently, every Saturday night,

Phoenix PD sets up
a DUI checkpoint.

Is that common knowledge?

Mais, oui. Public awareness
is part of the deterrent.

So, our unsub blows past
said checkpoint, at 90 MPH,

and is pursued by
Officer Jason Kessinger.

Kessinger pulls the car over,

approaches the
driver's side window,

where he is shot in the throat.

Mon dieu.

He was a single parent,
2 daughters.

So, the unsub planned ahead,

used the DUI stop to set his trap,

and then lured the
officer to his death.

It could have been personal.

The unsub might have had a problem

with these particular officers.

Or with law enforcement,
in general.

He's sending a message.

Criminals, gang members,

Academy washouts,
security rent-a-cops,

teenagers, and that's just a start.

I mean, the list of
people who have a problem

with police officers,
is a long one.

The victims were shot in the neck,

so the unsub knew they'd
be wearing body armor.

And he used a DUI checkpoint.

I mean, both incidents show an active
understanding of police procedure.

Which narrows it down to
anybody who watches television.

We need to cover victimology.

Garcia, find out everything you can

about the officers killed.

See what they had in common,
besides their uniforms.

Will do, but I should warn you,

it will not be cake,
because I have been on the phone

with these guys all morning,

and pulling files from them
has been like pulling molars.

Is there a problem?

You know, aside from
the obvious grief

for their fallen compadres,

and their fear of being
used as target practice,

I get the distinct impression,

from their crabby behavior,

they are none too
pleased their boss

is outsourcing this
investigation to the FBI,

So be prepared to hit a
blue wall of resistance.

Commander Marks, I'm SSA Hotchner.

This is Agent Todd.

Hi. Agents Rossi,

Prentiss, Morgan,
and Dr. Spencer Reid.

Thank you for inviting us.
And thank you all for coming.

Although I'd like to have a word,
if you don't mind.

Of course. Excuse me.
Uh, Lieutenant Evans.

Lieutenant Evans will answer any
questions the rest of you may have.

I'll call you later.

This way.

Sorry, that was
Officer Kayser's wife.

They'd only been married
a couple of months.

She seems to think that the
FBI is here to save the day.

Is that what you're
gonna do, agents?

I apologize.

It turns out,
I may have wasted your time.

Ballistics came back.

Both .357 magnums, but not a match.

Looks like we're talkiing about
2 different shooters, after all.

- We don't think so.
- Really?

Well, everyone here
is pretty convinced

this is the beginning
of a gang war.

No, I understand that you
could see it that way,

but we believe that the shootings

are indicative of a single killer,

one who's not a gang member.

You're saying one shooter,
multiple weapons.

That's the theory.

Both attacks were detailed,
well planned out traps,

not typical for a gang hit. And the trophy
taking suggests serial pathology, as well.

All right, look,
I know I called you guys in,

but I am way out on a limb, here.

My officers feel
like it's a betrayal,

like I don't trust them to
find this son of a bitch.

I gotta get this settled fast,

before this whole
department comes unglued.

Look, I get it.
We're only here to help

and not hijack the investigation.

But if our theory is correct,
the unsub's already looking

for another excuse to kill again.

See, this is Twelves territory.

And you think they're behind this?

Does it matter?

Yes, it matters to us, Lieutenant.

You know this city, and its gangs,
better than we do.

We'd like to hear your theories.

OK, Twelves has a captain,

street name Playboy.

Vice broke up a drug ring,

shot his brother, DOA.

Playboy vowed he would kill us all.

Well, it is pretty
strong motivation,

but your commander
said the dash-cam

only showed one attacker.

Most bangers would bring
some backup, just in case.

Well, Playboy runs the
toughest crew in town.

He's not "most bangers."

Well, you said the dash-cam
only showed one attacker.

Why show your face at all?

Because he had to.

He wanted to take them
both out at the house,

but they broke protocol.

Rodriguez approached
the house by himself.

Wait a minute. Are you
telling me they screwed up?

No, Lieutenant.
I'm saying that they split up,

forcing the unsub to
take them out separately,

one here at the house
and one at the car.

That front unit's empty.

He could have set himself
up there, and waited.

The element of surprise
was on his side.

Choice of neighborhood
was deliberate.

Neighbors around here are
used to hearing gunfire.

They'll blame it on the gangs.

So will the police.

Techs have gone over this,
frame by frame.

There's no way to
identify the shooter.

Approximate height and weight,
that's about all we got.

The unsub's face isn't the
only way to identify him.

We also look at specific
behavioral traits.

These are the reasons you
don't believe it's a gang?

The shooter established
what we call a signature,

something he did
during the murders,

that wasn't actually necessary.

Not part of his MO,
but identical, in every attack.

In this case, the unsub
took the officer's badges.

He's symbolically stripping them
of their power and authority.

This act is indicative of someone
who's looking to gain self-esteem.

Gang members, and other
assailants who work together,

kill for different reasons,

but usually, it's not
to gain confidence,

'cause they already have it.

Hotch, you see that?
Can we pause this?

OK, now, zoom in and press play.

Taking the badges would have
only taken a few seconds.

- He's lingering.
- Doing what?

That's a good question.

At least now, everyone with the
force knows he's out there.

It'll be harder for him to
lure someone into his trap.

Well, not necessarily.

Being a cop is always dangerous,

but even with the extra backup

and rover cars added to the shifts,

Phoenix PD's still gonna
have to do their job,

which means walking
into a potential ambush,

every time they take a call.

2-4-5 in progress,
106 East Broadway Road.

Repeat, 2-4-5,

report of an aggravated assault.

Copy that.

Behind the car.

Oh, yeah.

Looks like a couple of bums.

Yep.

Hey, police!

Clear out of here!

I got it!

Son of a bitch.

Mark!

Mark!

Mark!

Officer down,
106 East Broadway Road.

Copy that, officer,
calling for backup.

1099, code 2. Repeat, 1099,

code 2, 106 East Broadway Road.

Mark!

Car 5-1, backup is on the way.

Car 5-1, I repeat,
backup is on the way.

Thank you.

He set us up.

We knew he was out there.
He still managed to set us up.

I'm sorry.

I watched my partner die,

and I couldn't do
anything to save him.

Don't worry, Ron.

Playboy's gonna pay for this.

You saw Playboy there?

No, but...

we all know he did it, agent.

No, we don't.

Lieutenant, you think I don't
know how bad you want this guy?

I was a uniform, just like you.

I saw a lot of cops go down.

Before that, I watched
my father get shot.

He was killed doin' his job,
a cop's job,

so don't think I don't know.

Officer Mercer,

what happened,
when you got the call?

Nothin' special.

Report of an aggravated assault.

We were on it.

This your regular beat?

We were additional tonight,
added because of the shootings.

Did you get a look at the guy?

Nothin'.

I was too damn scared.

I'm still scared.

You're not the only one.

My partner's family.

What am I gonna tell them?

The only thing you can tell them...

that we're going to catch
the guy who did this.

But the right guy.

Anything?

We can forget cross-referencing.

These guys were just
assigned this beat.

There's no way the unsub could
have known they'd get the call.

He's using the 9-1-1
calls like a lottery.

He's picking cops at random.

And yet there's nothing
random about the shootings.

Each scenario has been
increasingly complex.

He's enjoying the hunt,

taking the time to
set his victims up,

and luring them into his net.

It's become as important to him,
as the kill itself.

And this last one he executed

while the FBI, and every cop
in the city, was after him.

And the press,
their attention's feeding him.

Playing right into the unsub's
need to feel superior.

The press is not our only problem.

These guys are still tryin' to pin the
shootings on a gangbanger named Playboy.

I have a feeling we're
not gonna be able

to hold them off much longer.

Hello, Playboy.

What the hell, man?

Let's go spend some
quality time together.

Time for what?

Whatever you got, I didn't do it.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Lighten up, man.

I'm telling you, I didn't do it.

Yeah? Well, I got

a magic eight ball that
says you did, Playboy.

Commander, what's going on?

What's going on is my officers
are being shot in the streets

and crucified by the press.

That's what's going on.

So, you've arrested
the wrong person?

I brought in a viable
subject for questioning.

I had to do something.

I didn't kill no cop.

Period.

Sure, Playboy.

Just cross your heart,
and we're done.

Commander, I understand
the pressure you're under,

but doing this could
undermine the investigation.

Bringing in another suspect draws
attention away from the real unsub.

If he starts to feel inadequate,

he may strike sooner,
just to prove himself.

It's also possible accusing one
of their members could antagonize

local gangs, which is the last
thing your officers need to be

- worrying about, right now.
- All right, look.

I told you guys I was
out on a limb here,

so unless you have a suspect...

Hotch.

Since we've got this guy,

why don't we see if we can use him?

You mind if I talk to him?

Be my guest.

Commander,
I appreciate your letting

agent Morgan join
the interrogation,

but I promise you,
this is not our unsub.

The real killer's still out there.

I know you didn't do it, Playboy.

So why you drag my
ass in here, then?

I said I know you
didn't kill those cops,

but he doesn't.

And they don't. And trust me,

they don't care, man.

But you do.

Oh, you care about me.

I don't give a damn about you.

Tell you what I do care about.

Catching the killer.

I told you, I didn't do it.

But I think you know who did.

No way, man.

It wasn't one of us.

OK. I'll give you that.

Whoever did do this
ain't no banger.

But he's been workin' your
hood pretty tough, though, huh?

Without your say.

He's makin' you look
real suspect, Playboy,

causin' you nothin' but trouble.

He won't last long, then.

Come on, man. Look around you.

From where I'm sittin'.
It looks like

he's doin' all right, so far.

I mean, if I'm you, I'm thinkin'
I want this guy gone for good.

What you think?

Yeah.

You know so much.

Who is he?

Probably somebody
you'd least expect.

Probably wouldn't even
think twice about him,

'cause he really don't
look all that dangerous.

Well, at least, not on the surface.

But he gets real violent.

Well, we all violent.

Nah, nah, nah. Not like this, man.

This cat goes from cold to hot,
in a heartbeat,

nothing in between,

takes everything real personal,

thinks everybody's
tryin' to put him down,

so he's always lookin' for a fight,

even if he knows he's gonna lose.

So he's stupid.

Maybe.

But he's aggressive.

Think, man.

You give me somethin',

maybe I get you out of all of this.

He's white.

He's older than you, not by much.

And he works alone.

You know somebody like this.
I know you do.

There was this guy...

he was white.

He killed my lieutenant
a couple of months ago.

Bobby Q.

Yeah.

He was like my brother.

Yeah, your brother was a junkie,

- So was Bobby Q.
- I see the similarity.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Sit down! Sit down!

Don't even think about it.

Talk to me. Hey.

Forget him.

I'm helpin' you. He's not.

All right.

Your lieutenant, Bobby Q.

What happened?

Well, I told the cops
it wasn't a gang thing.

They didn't believe me.

Yeah, that's 'cause
you always tell us

the truth, don't you, Playboy?

I'm serious, man.

Playboy, don't do it.

So who killed him?

If I knew his name,
he'd be dead already.

There's been another shooting.

I'll cut him loose.

No. Not yet.

Hotch, this guy knows something.

All right, keep working on it.

They have the shooter cornered in
an apartment building, downtown.

Dave, stay with Morgan,
see what this guy has to offer.

Prentiss, you're with me.

He's in there?

Yeah, we got him cornered.

Men on both floors
and the entrances.

You know this guy?

Yeah, a banger called Diablo.

He's one of the Lindo
Park Assassins.

Daws followed him here.

He all right?

He'll live. He's a lucky bastard.

We'd like to talk to Daws,
if you don't mind.

- All right.
- OK, stay down.

Sergeant Daws.

I'm Special Agent Emily Prentiss,
this is SSA Hotchner.

What happened?

He killed my partner.

We're sorry.

We were stopped at a light.

Bastard came right
up to the window.

Shot Scotty in the head,
then shot me.

Wait a minute.
There was no radio call?

Mm. Came out of nowhere.

Guess he thought
he'd bagged us both.

Luckily, a truck came. He ran.

I called it in,
managed to tail him here.

OK, thank you, Sergeant.

It doesn't track.

No, it was a blitz attack.
Let's go.

Let us go in and try
to talk him down.

No, hold on.

- What's going on?
- I've got movement.

Looks like Ramey and Wilhelm
are inside the apartment.

Attempting to apprehend.

What the hell happened in there?

Daws was a blitz attack.
It's a different MO.

Yeah, and this was
done in broad daylight.

It's not our guy.

Yeah, Morgan, what have you got?

Well, Playboy's lieutenant
was shot in the neck

with a .357 magnum.

Could have been our guy.

All right,
I want you to stay on it.

- Hotch, what's goin' on?
- Nothing good.

Garcia, I need you to
pull everything you can

on a Phoenix gangbanger
called Diablo.

Muy pronto.

So, let's close it off here.

Commander, can I speak
to you for a second?

Sorry to see it end this way,
losing another officer,

but I'm glad it's over.

Sir, I don't believe that it is.

What are you saying?
The guy is dead.

This suspect Diablo
doesn't fit the profile.

Are you telling me he didn't shoot

Officer Daws and his partner?

What I'm saying is,

he may not be responsible
for the earlier killings.

Agent Hotchner.

Commander, we have to be sure.

Agent Hotchner...

I have got the Chief.
I've got the press.

I've the Mayor.
Do you realize the pressure

the department's under, right now?

Yes, sir, I do, but it wasn't him.

There was an earlier murder

with the same MO. This unsub may
have killed one of the Twelves.

And how does that help us?

This unsub thinks of himself
as a big-game hunter now,

but he didn't start out that way.

- Meaning?
- He started with a gang member,

and he's evolved.

Give me 24 hours.

They're not gonna wait that long,

and neither is the Chief.

I'll give you 4.

Thanks, man. Great job.

Ha, ha.

Evans.

I need your help.

I'd like you to pull a file
on Playboy's lieutenant.

It's over, agent. We got the guy.

No, we didn't.

What, because he turned out
to be a gangbanger, after all?

Let it go.

You guys made a mistake.
You guys were wrong.

So was I.

No harm, no foul.

No offense, Lieutenant,
but we're not wrong.

The killer is still out there,
and more cops will die.

You heard what Officer Mercer said.

His partner was shot.

He couldn't do
anything to save him.

Do you wanna feel like that

when another one of your
guys does get killed?

Or do you wanna know that
you did everything you could

to try to keep it
from happening again?

Ballistics aren't back yet,

but the preliminary ME report

suggests the weapon used
to kill Officer Beck

was not a .357.

I spoke to Garcia. Beck arrested
Diablo twice, on drug charges,

last time, sent him
away for 10 years.

Diablo was just released
on parole last week.

So Diablo went after the
cop who put him away,

assuming it would be lumped
in with the other murders.

The unsub would take the fall.

Hey, it almost worked.

Lieutenant, what did you find?

Well, I pulled up that information

on Playboy's lieutenant, Bobby Q.

There's not much there.

And you're thinking
Playboy was right,

that we didn't pay enough
attention to the case.

Did you?

Look, the majority of homicides

in this city are gang killings.

Most times, we spend time and
resources following trails

that all lead to the
same place, anyway.

You just assumed this was just
another one of those trails.

Being in a gang shortens
your life expectancy,

so it's no big surprise when
a gangbanger winds up dead.

Same thing could be
said about being a cop.

The job involves a
fair amount of risk,

so a percentage of untimely
deaths is practically inevitable.

The MO is the same as our unsub's.

Did, uh, Playboy tell you

if the killer took a trophy?

He said Bobby Q's
necklace was missing.

Yeah, that's in the report.
Big chain, solid gold.

Just figured the doer
took it to pawn it.

Or as a souvenir.

Fits the signature.

He built up to this.

We need to go further back.

Garcia, can you pull everything

in the Phoenix area that matches

the same MO as our unsub,
not just police officers.

OK. So, I'm searching
homicides in Phoenix

in, what, the last 2 months?

Uh, make it 3.

Got it.

Murders, shootings,

specifically neck wounds.

Oh, I got a guy named Robert Quinones,
nickname Bobby Q.

We already have that one.
Anything else?

Ah, just one more.
A bouncer at a bar

in downtown Phoenix,

Mickey Reese.
Weapon's a .357 magnum.

Interesting.

It says here the victim was
wearing a ballistic vest.

Apparently they don't serve Shirley
Temples at this establishment.

If the bouncer was wearing a vest,

that could be how our
unsub developed his MO.

Send us everything you've got.

Sure.

Done.

All right, we got gangbangers,
bouncers, and cops...

all pretty tough targets,

victims capable of
defending themselves.

As the unsub's sense
of power escalated,

so did his confidence,

leading to bigger and
more difficult prey.

That makes sense.
Risky deaths would increase

the unsub's feeling of superiority.

Same thing with
using a .357 magnum.

It would make him feel powerful.

Cops are at the top of that list...

high profile, always on alert,

and they're gonna make headlines.

Killing a gangbanger isn't easy.

They're always armed,
travel in packs.

The bouncer's the earliest.

It was a pretty simple attack,

no carefully thought out plan.

He could have been
his first victim.

We need to figure out
where their paths crossed.

Morgan, you, Rossi,
and the lieutenant

go check out the bar.

We'll keep digging.

Like I told the cop before,

it could have been anyone.

Did Reese have any enemies?

That's all he had.

Mick was a real hard-ass,

always lookin' to get into it.

Pissed off someone
pretty much every night.

Looks like he took quite a beating,
before he was killed.

Any idea which one of your patrons

might have given him these bruises?

Didn't get those here, man.

Dude was into some
kind of crazy club.

Extreme fightin',
or some crap like that.

Looked like that,
and worse, all the time.

Worked pretty good for his job,
know what I mean?

A fight club would
be the perfect place

for the unsub to try
to prove himself.

And a beating might be the
stressor we're looking for.

Do you know where this club is?

Go, go!

Do him, Ed!

Yeah!

FBI! Get on the ground!

Get on the ground right now!

Get on the ground! Get on the ground!

Don't move! Get down!

That way, let's go.

Ain't breakin' no laws here,
officer.

Agents, no matter
what it looks like...

I think he's trying to let us know
they have to right to be idiots.

They do, but not here.
Listen up, folks.

This warehouse is not
private property.

It is owned by the city,
which means...

y'all are goin' to jail.

Pack 'em up. Let's go.

We ain't hurting nobody,
except maybe each other.

Yeah, I feel you,
but we're still takin' you in.

Unless you wanna
answer some questions

and make all this go away.

So ask me.

You know this man?

Yeah.

Boom. I heard.
But I didn't kill him.

No, but someone who came here did.

No way.

Boom could take all of us.

We aren't looking for a tough guy.

The man we're looking for
probably lost every fight.

He came in here trying to be a man.

But he failed.

The guy went down easily.

Candy ass.

Maybe even in his first fight.

He probably reacted poorly to that.

To the point where, you and your boys,
you ridiculed him.

All this led him to pick up a gun.

There was a guy.

Called himself "Animal."

Lost every fight,

but he kept comin' back,
gettin' in Boom's face,

callin' him out.

Most guys lose big, they run home,

tail between their legs.

This one freaked.

There's something about
that hand at your throat,

when you're beat.

Knowing your opponent's got
your whole life in his hand.

Ah, it's primal, man.

When he lingers...

that's what he's
doing to his victims,

proving his power
over life and death.

What's Animal's real name?

There's no names here.

Just nicknames.

Like me. I'm Beanie.

Well, what do you know about
this Animal? Anything at all?

Nothin'. That's the way
it works, you know?

Don't talk about it.

How about a description?

Scrawny, white trash.

Thought he's a whole
lot tougher than he is.

Get him set up with
a sketch artist.

Beanie... let's go.

So what do we do now?

We don't have a lot of choices.

Well, judging by his
escalating timeline,

this guy's about to
strike again, soon.

There's really only
one thing we can do.

Earlier today,

the Phoenix Police
announced the suspect

responsible for the deaths of 5
Phoenix officers had been caught.

That is not the case.

The killer is still at large.

There have been quite
a few mistakes made,

over the course of
this investigation,

mistakes that could
have been avoided.

As a result of this,

the FBI is officially taking
charge of the investigation.

We have established a tip line,

and a sketch of the suspect is
being released to the press.

We encourage anyone
with any information

about the shooter

to contact us immediately.

The man we're looking for

is a narcissist and a psychopath,

desperate to prove his masculinity.

He does this by going
after high-risk targets,

like gang members
and police officers.

Because he's a narcissist,
this unsub will be

following the
investigation closely.

By pretending to take
over the investigation,

we've put ourselves
above the local police,

thus suggesting that
we're tougher to take out

and issuing the unsub a challenge

that he won't be able to ignore.

And painting a target directly
on Agent Hotchner's back.

All of the attacks,
with the exception of the last one,

have taken place in the
Twelves' territory.

This is the unsub's hunting ground,

and he's unlikely to stray from it.

Where did you say
you saw the suspect?

Police Department.
How may I help you?

Phoenix Police Hotline.

Locations have multiple
vanish points for the shooter,

but limited access and exit
routes for his victims.

We'll be looking for
a similar situation.

This should happen very quickly.

Don't forget,

this guy managed to take
out 5 cops, by himself.

He smart, and he's fearless.

He won't be easy to take down.

FBI Tip Line.

I saw that guy, your killer,

the one from TV.

Male caller.

He says he knows where
the unsub lives,

and it fits the criteria.

2717 Gelson Avenue.

It's the Twelves' territory,
just off the main street.

Looks like there's a series of
smaller feeders and alleys nearby.

This could be it. Let's go.

Slow down, Lieutenant.
He'll be expecting us.

All of us. This is his last stand.

He's gonna wanna make it count.

Yeah, well, this time,
we know about it, and we're ready.

His trap could still work.

15th Avenue and Gelson.
What do you know about the neighborhood?

It's rough.

Lots of dead-end streets, alleys.

Major cross street, 17th.

Residential? Any businesses at all?

There's a gas station a
couple of blocks down,

but that's about it.

- Hey, Garcia?
- Yes?

Can you get us a satellite image

of 15th Avenue and Gelson?

But of course.

OK, real-time satellite
image shows...

not a whole heck of a lot.

I got a 2-story apartment building,

no activity of any kind,

no cars out in front.

Oh, there's a car down the street.
No heat registering.

Engine must be cool.

Satellite monitoring
in the last 12 hours

is like, library-quiet.

A truck and 2 cars left in the AM.

Nothing came in.

Thank you, Garcia. All right,

There's a major street,
in front, on the East side,

an alley, and 2 smaller streets

to the North and South, right here.

Lieutenant, commander,
I need a sniper here, and here.

Once they're set,

the bulk of the squad cars
can approach from the South,

and the rest of us,
from the East, very quietly.

From this point forward,
everybody goes on foot.

Morgan, you and I go in first.

Rossi and Prentiss, behind us.

Jordan, you and Reid stay
here and work the tip line.

Stay safe, my loves.

Thanks, Garcia.

Clear!

Clear!

False alarm.

We knew we'd get some.

- What now?
- We wait.

You might wanna split
your officers into shifts.

It could be a long night.

Not this time.

You're done.

Let's go.

You knew he wouldn't be
at the first address.

We figured he'd wait
until Hotch was alone.

So the tip was a diversion.

Somethin' like that.

Thank you.

And your team.

No thanks necessary, Lieutenant.

We did it together.

No! Playboy!

Hotch...

Why don't you go on ahead?

Think I'm gonna stick around.

There's somethin' I wanna do.

Agent Morgan.

Derek.

This way.

This is Agent Morgan, from the FBI,

Maggie Cunningham and Sam,
my partner's family.

Mrs. Cunningham,

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Hey, Sam...

We got the bad guy who did this.

Sam, your father was a hero.

Don't you ever forget that.

"For he today who sheds
his blood with me

shall be my brother."

William Shakespeare.