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Previously on "Criminal Minds"...

We're taking you home.

Garcia: Do you really
think that he can handle it,

I mean, all that Reid's been through?

Lewis: We all know what that can
do to the psyche of an inmate.

Rossi: Scratch has surfaced again,

this time at Jack's school,

which is why Hotch and Jack
have now entered the program.

Witness protection.

We might have a new lead on Mr. Scratch.

This text, it's a trap. Let's go.

[Tires screeching]

Guys?

Guys?

[Telephone line ringing]

Don't go to voice mail.
Don't go to voice mail.

Don't go to voice mail.

Prentiss, on phone: This
is SSA Emily Prentiss.

I can't take your call right now, so...

Hey, I came as soon as I could.

- What's wrong?
- They're gone.

They're all gone.

- I'll drive.
- Yeah.

Correct. Penelope Grace Garcia,

technical analyst, badge number 0019er0.

I am with international response team

special agent Matt Simmons.

Yeah. I know, but SSA Spencer Reid

hasn't been reinstated yet, so...

Oh, my god, I know this is protocol,

but you need to stop asking me questions

and send backup to the coordinates

I just gave you right now, please...

[Tires screeching]

And medical.

Send lots of medical.

Garcia: No, no...

Ok. Come on. I got you. I
got you. I got you. I got you.

Jag-off ambushed us,

didn't even see him coming.

All right. We got to
get you off that leg, ok?

No, no. I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'll flag down the cavalry.

You go check on the team.

Yes, the team,

the team, the team.

- What can I do?
- I can't see.

What can I do? How can I help?

I can't see. Ugh!

Wait. All right. I see it, ok? I see it.

You got some broken glass
in your scalp, JJ, ok?

Just hold this till the
ambulance comes, all right?

- It'll be here soon.
- Stephen?

Stephen?

[Gasps]

[Exhales]

[Gasps]

He's gone. He's gone.

I can't leave him alone like this.

Simmons: Luke! Luke!

Tara, can you tell me where you're hurt?

Um, I think I'm going into shock.

Ok. All right. I got you.

Tara, we're gonna
warm you up, all right?

Bleeding internally, but we'll get

some blood to your brain.

All right. Listen.

You're gonna want to go to sleep.

We can't let you do that.
You got to stay with us, ok?

Stay with us. Over here!

[Radio chatter]

Those spike strips took out
our two SUVs.

Then the truck blindsided us.

We have 6 agents that are...

Where's Emily?

[Moaning]

Prentiss: Where am I?

You were in a car crash, a bad one.

Oh, my god, what happened?

Your SUV sustained the
brunt of the impact.

Specifically, you sustained it.

Do you remember?

No. I...

[Tires screech]

Wait. Yeah. My team.

Take... take it easy, Agent Prentiss.

Got you stabilized,
but you got to stay put.

Where am I? This isn't a hospital.

I've been in enough hospitals.

I know how they sound, how they smell,

so where the hell am I?

You're being taken care of.

We both are.

Wait. What... what does that mean?

I don't understand you.

Yeah. She's conscious.

Well, hello, Emily.

Son of a bitch.

It's nice to meet you, too, finally.

Did you grab all of us, huh?

Are we all here? Luke! JJ!

No. It's just you.

Your team is fine, by the way.

Excuse me. I take that back.

The truck I drove into your team

did kill SSA Stephen Walker...

Whiplash, tragic, leaves behind a wife

and two children, I believe.

- No.
- That's good.

Get it all out.

I will make sure you fry for this.

Will you?

Well, maybe you should take a look

at yourself first...

Because from where I'm standing,

you won't be doing much of anything

for the rest of your life.

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Reid: "Hold on when
there is nothing in you

except the will which
says, "hold on."

Rudyard Kipling.

[Door opens]

Hey...

- Spence.
- You ok?

I'm...

I need to call Will.

I did. I did. He's on the way.

Right. Right.

Oh, Monica,

Stephen's wife.

Someone needs to call her and tell them.

Rossi's refusing treatment
until he speaks to both of us.

What's going on?

Shut up and listen. All right.

First, you, go through my pants pockets

and find my keys.

Second, you, you're back on the team.

Not sure I should be.

Has the director approved that?

I'm making the calls now.

I'll take the heat.
You're back on the team.

I got them.

There's a little one there

to a file cabinet in my office.

You following me?

Yeah. Following you.

Inside, there's Chicago
Bears season tickets.

When you get them,
you call Matt Simmons.

I promised him those tickets.

[Inhales sharply]

They must have given him something

in the ambulance to make him loopy.

I'll get the doctor.
We'll get him into surgery.

Just shut up and listen.

Now, Emily is missing. Stephen is dead.

As for you two ass clowns,

you'll do me the courtesy
of following my orders.

Your orders aren't making sense.

Follow my orders,

and then I'll go into surgery.

This has got nothing to
do with season tickets.

"Ass clown"?

So Scratch hacked my phone tonight

using something called a
man in the middle attack.

That means he's on a
specific radio frequency.

And you're thinking he's using the same

radio frequency to
activate these spikes.

Well, he is a man of habit.

Maybe we can use that
habit to locate him

and figure out...

This is how I profile.

[Static]

Oh, oh, oh. Hold. Freeze. Freeze.

You just hit it. Hold on.

All right. Back it up.

[Static]

Booyah.

Now we got the frequency.

We just have to figure out

where he's broadcasting it from.

Ok. That is easier said than done.

Radio signals work on a preset range.

We'll walk or drive in
and out of proximity to it.

And he could be bouncing it
off multiple buildings.

Yeah. That's also true.

Ok. The least I could
do is make sure Scratch

doesn't ambush us again, so
the next time he goes live,

I'll set up some sort of signal, like...

[Buzz]

Garcia: They have to take
him to the hospital, anyway?

Yeah. That's the proper procedure.

Simmons: Need a minute?

So, so badly, but...

[Siren departing]

We have to help Emily.

Let's get to work.

Scratch: Taking a
little mindfulness break?

Trying to control your breathing?

That's smart.

It'll keep you sane...

And I need you sane.

Oh, how rude. Excuse me.

Look. I'm only alive
because you want something.

So what do you want?

Information that only you have.

What are you waiting for, then?

Dose me with your drugs,
the ones that make me see

whatever delusion you suggest,

and I'll tell you what you want.

Hmm, I would love
nothing more than that.

Unfortunately,

in your current physical condition,

the sevoflurane and scopolamine

would send you into a stroke.

I guess we're at a stalemate, then.

No. I still have drugs
that can make you talk,

just different drugs.

This is morphine.

This is what is making your life

very livable right now.

Without this...

Your body will be on fire,

and then you really will tell me

everything I want,
no delusion necessary.

I can't arrest him.

- What?
- Scratch.

The second I see his face,

I am going to kill him.

I tried to tell Rossi not
to put me back on the team.

- You heard me.
- Yeah. I did.

What's wrong with me?

My guess is, it's been
going on since prison,

but you haven't had time to notice.

Every time you get stressed,
you go into tunnel vision.

That's why you're rubbing
your palm into your eye.

Yeah. What does that sound like, Reid?

- Sounds like PTSD.
- PTSS.

That's what they're calling it now,

post-traumatic stress syndrome,

because it's not a disorder.

It's an injury.

Well, what do I do? I
mean, we're in crisis mode.

I don't have time to
process my emotional state.

That's exactly when
you make time, right?

You ask for help.

There's no shame in that.

- Rossi's office.
- Yeah.

- I'll handle that.
- No.

There's someone in Rossi's office.

Ok. Now that we are secure,

I got that for Rossi last year.

Not only is it a cigar case,

but it's also a Faraday case.

It blocks all radio and cell signals.

I think Scratch might
be listening in on us

with our cell phones,
even when they're off.

That explains why Rossi was
so cagey in the hospital.

All right. Let's find these tickets.

What is this?

Stephen was brought on board

for one reason.

That was to catch Scratch.

That is his entire
investigation into him.

Simmons: He kept all
his records off site,

updating Prentiss and
Rossi through hard copies.

Reid: If it's off the
cloud, Scratch can't hack it.

- Have you guys read it?
- No.

Prentiss ordered it compartmentalized,

eyes-only clearance, but she also felt

there should be at least one failsafe

who wasn't part of the BAU

who knew about it just
in case of emergency.

That's why Garcia called me.

All right. Let's dig in.

I mean, this may be our only chance

at stopping this bastard.

[Moaning]

Look. Ok. Look. Ok.

Whatever it is, we can discuss it.

You don't have to do this.

Just give me the morphine, ok,

and... and... just...

You can ask whatever you want.

It was our investigation
into you? Is that it?

Is that what you want to know?

Tangentially.

Oh! Nngh! Then what?

Tell me. Tell me. Then I'll tell you.

It's that simple.

Tell me, and I'll tell you.

Yeah. I believe you will now.

There is a certain

dearly departed team member of yours

that I would like to discuss with you.

- Stephen.
- No, not Stephen.

This one isn't dead, at least not yet.

This agent and I had
a little tete-a-tete,

and I crossed a line I shouldn't have.

I really couldn't help myself,

and I started to stalk his son,

and do you know what he did,

that coward?

He went into witness protection...

And he has been very difficult to find

ever since,

so that's what I want to know.

I want you to tell me where he is

because I know you know.

No.

Oh, stop. No.

Yes, Emily.

Where is Aaron Hotchner?

I don't know where Hotch is.

I don't.

That's how WITSEC works.

He has to be hidden from us

because of men like you.

Do you recognize this?

Well, it was a text exchange you had

with a series of burner phones,

and a last text exchange between you

and this mystery man reads,

"Honduras connection is a go.

"Hunting down all
leads to B-cap in DC.

Thanks. "A.H."

- Oh...
- [Beep]

Let's get down to the question at hand.

Where is Hotch?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

He never gave me an
address. All we did was text.

No. Last chance.

Vermont.

He's somewhere in Vermont. Aah!

[Cell phone rings]

[Ring]

[Beep]

Hi. I'm sorry.

You don't want to do that, Monica.

Ok. I'll come get you now.

- [Beep]
- Stephen's wife?

Tell her I'm sorry.

Prentiss texted Hotch?

According to Stephen's
documentation, yes.

It must have been a coordinated attempt

to share intel.

Would Hotch have exposed
himself like this?

No, and neither would she.

I mean, she wouldn't
rely on a hackable app,

and she sure as hell wouldn't
write, "A.H.," in a text.

That defeats the purpose

of compartmentalizing the investigation.

It was a smoke screen.

Stephen had a background
in counterintelligence.

He must have designed this.

He faked the Hotch
side of the conversation

to entice Scratch to make a move.

The size and scale of
which indicate desperation,

a desperation he hasn't shown

after a year of hiding, so why now?

A.H. is a pretty big red flag.

Maybe that's what brought him out.

Well, they used Hotch's initials

in other texts before.

Then they found something else,

something they knew would rattle him.

B-cap.
What's B-cap?

Simmons: Geography maybe.

I mean, it's mentioned
in relevance to DC.

Garcia: Maybe its a
code name for a partner.

- I can't see it.
- Hey, no.

Why don't we kick it over to the team?

Maybe they can suss out...

No. No time. Get out.

What? Get out. Sorry.

You, too. I'm really sorry, but get out.

Garcia: Let me get this,
and then I'm gonna go.

It's ok. Ok.

He's had a rough couple of months.

[EKG beeping]

[Door opens]

Oh...

Oh, my god, babe.

Oh, how are the kids?

Oh, they're fine. They're fine.

I didn't even wake them.

I got your mom to come over.

- Oh, right.
- Look at me.

How are you?

Um, he... he gave me the front seat.

Stephen did?

Yeah. I was all set to sit in the back,

but he got there first, and I...

So is it time to call it?

That was the deal, right?

If it got too scary,
one of us could call it,

not today, not this
week after we find Emily.

Well, if I remember,

you would be a full-time mom,

and I would run a breakfast place.

Mm, and I'd go to all the PTA meetings.

You'd come home smelling like grease.

Ha ha ha! It's tempting.

Hmm, yeah,

so do you want to call it?

You see these rings?

We've worn them for 5 years,

but I've loved you for 10.

Hasn't been easy.

No, but I wouldn't trade a single day,

not even the awful ones like today...

And I'll do whatever
you want to do, but...

Oh, thank god.

Neither do I.

Mm.

Get a room, you two.

Is my leg still attached?

Jareau: Yeah.

- Is Prentiss...
- Nothing.

[Cell phone ringing]

[Beep]

All right. I got to go. Luke's here.

Oh.

- Oh, Monica...
- Don't.

I can't.

Where's my husband?

[Sobs]

Oh, babe, what happened?

[Exhales]

The kids are still asleep.

How do I...

[Sobs]

[Inhales]

Huh.

I'll take care of it, ok?

[Clears throat]

[Sniffles]

See you.

[Sobs]

[Crying]

[EKG beeping]

Where is that place that you go to

to ground yourself?

I'd like to know.

So you can destroy it.

See, I've read your case file.

I've read about how
your father was killed

when you were 13, and earlier,

you said something about crossing a line

when it came to stalking a child.

I realized Hotch's son Jack,

he's 13 now, too.

I'm not a pedophile.

I'm insulted by your inference.

No. Your interest in Jack is clinical.

You want to see what it will be like

if he grows up without
his father like you did.

That's what I've been focusing on.

After you kill Hotch,

you'll never leave Jack alone.

Am I right?

You are.

Then let me tell you something, Peter.

I've died before protecting a child.

That was a child I barely knew,

but Jack, I love Jack.

I've watched Jack grow up.

I will not betray him or his father,

so it doesn't matter what you do to me.

I will not break.

Let me test that resolve.

[Instruments clatter]

You make an interesting point.

I need a plan "B."

[Instruments clatter]

[Gasping]

Hey, you, come here...

[Prentiss pants]

Just for a second.

Please, I just need a second.

[Prentiss pants]

[Typing]

This I might be able to help with.

Prentiss' last text
had to do with Honduras.

Scratch's last known
sighting before tonight

was Honduras.

Right, and we thought Scratch fled there

after he framed Reid
for murder in Mexico.

Right. Prentiss asked the IRT to contact

our central American sources just to see

if we could find anything.

Now, we never did.

We also never stopped to ask why Scratch

was in Honduras in the first place.

Reid'll figure this out.

He's really amazing
at this kind of thing.

- [Slam]
- [Gasps]

B-cap is short for Banisteriopsis caapi.

It's a plant, specifically
a hallucinogen that's found

in a tea called ayahuasca.

We worked a couple of
those cases, I think.

If I remember, it's like peyote.

Yeah, in multiple ways.

They're similar legally
in that taking them

is considered a religious practice,

and pharmacological,
they're similar in that

both drugs cause you to hallucinate

intense, geometric
patterns and vomit a lot.

Ok. What does this
have to do with Scratch?

Well, Scratch has a cocktail
of disassociative drugs

to induce delusions,
but a mathematical mind

like his would always
be looking for ways

to tweak and improve the formula.

So he went to Honduras to look for it.

He then brought it back to
DC to experiment with it.

Stephen and Emily came
to the same conclusion

and tried to pretend like
they were hot on his trail.

We need to track down all practitioners

of the ceremony in the district...

Shamans, gurus, overnight religions

that just hung their first shingle.

He could be using one
of their volunteers

as a partner, either
witting or unwitting.

What?

You threw a book at a
window. It was jarring.

Took me 60 minutes to deduce

what should have taken me 60 seconds,

and if Emily dies
because I was too slow,

I'll be throwing a lot more than books.

[EKG beeping]

Prentiss: Please. Please help me.

You don't even have
to get me out of here.

Just make a phone call.
You can use my phone.

Call 911, leave the phone, and run.

I can't do that.

I won't tell them you were involved.

It's not that simple.

You said we were both
being taken care of.

You mean trapped.

He has your family, doesn't he?

Ok. My team can rescue them.

It's what we do.

- I have to go.
- No. Please.

- I can't.
- Take my phone.

Please take my phone.

It's so hard to find
good help these days.

It seems like, no matter what,

I'm left to do all the dirty work.

What is that?

Is that the morphine?

It's amphetamine.

I figured out my plan "B."

I can't torture the answers out of you,

so I'll simply stop your heart instead.

[EKG beeping]

[Gasping]

[Beep beep beep]

[Defibrillator humming]

If you want to live,

tell me what I want to know.

Where's Hotch, Emily?

[Moans]

Where's Hotch?

[Rapid beeping]

[Gasping]

[Flatline beep]

[Gasping stops]

[Paddles clatter]

[Flatline beep continues]

Come on.

[Beep beep beep]

[Flatline beep continues]

[Birds chirping]

_

Of course.

I get it now.

I get it.

[Gasps]

[Moans]

That's it.

[Moans]

[Panting]

[Hissing]

Please,

tell him what he wants.

If you tell him what he wants,

this can all be over.

He'll release my family, and...

And then I can help you, ok?

[Muffled]

What? What's that?

Go get him.

[Exhales]

[EKG beeping]

Garcia: Ok, so apparently,
the only local place

using b-cap is the church
of the herbal sacrament,

"where you can find everything

"for your spiritual needs

that only ayahuasca can fulfill."

Walk me through what's gonna
happen when we get there.

We ask questions, and we come home.

No creepy weirdness?

No weirdness.

Good because I'm about full up

in the creepy weirdness
department for one night.

[People retching]

Man: I've seen the face of God.

I've seen it.

[Retching]

So much for no creepy weirdness.

[Retching continues]

[Buzz buzz]

[Buzz buzz]

Scratch's radio signal.

[Buzz buzz]

[Creak]

Clear. Come on in.

Mother lode.

Yeah. Looks like we found Scratch's

I.T. department, no Scratch.

Yeah, but this is where
he's been doing everything...

Hacking me, hacking our phones,

the whole tamale...

And, just like you predicted,

he's been bouncing the signal

off multiple buildings.

We're close, Matt.

Man on P.A.: We need a
wheelchair to [Indistinct],

wheelchair to [Indistinct].

They sent me to talk
some sense into you.

Can't help by lying down,

and I hear Tara's waking up.

Do you... do you
want me to find you

some crutches or something?

I don't need them. I got you.

Lewis: Scratch. Scratch took Emily.

I saw him. Yeah. We know.

We're looking for him.

He dosed her.

In the SUV while she was knocked out?

Yeah.

Lewis, voice-over: He
brought his gas with him.

[Prentiss moaning]

[Hissing]

Your legs are broken.

Your right arm is broken.

You're in severe traction,

and you're paralyzed.

You feel unimaginable agony

all over your body unless I give you

high doses of painkiller.

She would wake in a delusion

he'd have total control over.

He think she knows where Hotch is,

so he's trying to trick her.

She's one of the
smartest people we know.

She'd see through it.

So Scratch would go even farther.

Sometimes interrogators
even simulate death.

Man, he could make it feel

like the real thing.

No. That wouldn't work.

Remember, Rossi, when Prentiss
told us about when she died,

for real died, how for her,

it was just dark and cold?

That's right.

If he made her experience some

out-of-body vision,
she'd know it was a lie.

[EKG beeping]

[Beeping stops]

Yeah. I get it.

Jareau, voice-over: He
probably combined the delusion

with a classic prisoner
interrogation tactic.

At first, he would take
away any chance of escape.

Then he would introduce somebody else

and give her a sliver of hope.

Alvez, voice-over: It could
be a second interrogator

who is a nice guy.

He's on his way, ok?

Rossi, voice-over: That
guy would be her blind spot.

She'd trust him and then
reveal something she shouldn't.

Ok? Ok?

Ok?

Yeah. Yeah. Ok.

[Cell phone rings]

[Beep]

Hey, what do you got, Matt?

Simmons, on phone: Well,
we pinned down Scratch's

most likely location based
on his radio frequency.

It's a warehouse in the district.

Garcia just texted the address.

[Beep]

She included Reid on the text.

Reid's not in a good place.

I'm 10 out.

All right. So am I.

If I would've known that putting you

at death's door would get you to talk,

I would've started with that.

Now, are you ready to tell me

where Hotch and Jack are?

Good. Go ahead.

They're at...

Tell me.

8... 5...

Aagh!

Aagh!

Argh! Agh!

[Prentiss panting]

Uh!

FBI!

Uh!

[Tires screech]

Alvez: Prentiss! Reid!

Uh!

Prentiss!

Lower your weapon, damn it.

Where's Scratch?

Oh, he's upstairs. Tag in here.

Simmons and Alvez can box him in.

No. I need to go find him.

No, no, no, Spence. Please.

I need someone I know is
real right now, all right?

- [Sighs]
- You ok?

Uh-huh.

[Slam]

[Panting]

Help me, please. Help me.

Help me.

Aah!

[Thud]

Scratch is down.
Repeat... Scratch is down.

He fell trying to escape.

[Sirens approaching]

Oh...

Prentiss: We never get to
say good-bye the way we want,

and when we deal with a
loss so sudden and cruel,

our emotions can overwhelm us.

Stephen Walker was a good agent,

but he was a better man.

He made the world a better place,

and we can honor him by doing
the work he never got to do.

[Foy Vance's "Burden" playing]

Vance: ♪ let me carry your burden ♪

♪ if something's not
right, I will let you know ♪

♪ like the paint that's drying
on a heart that's broke ♪

♪ let me carry your burden ♪

♪ get you back on a high
when you're feeling low ♪

♪ when the weight's too
heavy but you won't let go ♪

- There are no words.
- No.

There are not.

Monica, I asked Stephen to join the BAU.

I asked him to hunt Scratch.

I got him killed, and...

Peter Lewis killed my husband...

And I choose to believe

Stephen can rest

knowing he helped this team catch him.

Thank you.

If there's anything the Bureau can do

for you or your family, please...

I will.

Right now, my kids need me...

Vance: ♪ pretty soon, I'll see you smile ♪

♪ and you know you will ♪

And your team needs you.

Vance: ♪ oh, well, no matter how
much you're hurting right now ♪

♪ you know that everything
will change in time ♪

Hey...

Vance: ♪ oh, I just might
see it in another light ♪

♪ got no dog here in the fight ♪

♪ I could carry your
burden, o brother mine ♪

Ohh... Ok.

We're ok.

I wanted to thank you
for all of your help.

Well, it was good to be of help.

Ever since the IRT went down, I've been

sitting on my hands waiting
for a new assignment.

We should sit down tomorrow.

We can talk about that.

I'd like that.

So we all need to discuss

what Peter Lewis' death
means for this team.

It means that Hotch can come back.

Yeah. We spoke to him.

He was relieved that he and Jack

were out of danger.

They're out of Witness Protection,

but, um...

He's not coming back, is he?

He loves being a full-time dad.

He never got to do that before,

and... let's face it... in this job...

There's always gonna be another Scratch,

and he's lost enough.

We all have.

Yes. We have, which is why

the director has ordered us

to take some time off
from handling cases,

but before we all leave,
there's one last thing

I need to say.

Scratch got deeper into my
head than I care to admit,

and the only way I was able to stay sane

was by repeating a mantra, two words.

You know what those two words were?

"Wheels up."

it saved my life when I
wasn't sure I was gonna make it

because it reminded me that
you were out there fighting,

so take your rest... You've earned it...

But when we get back,

wheels up, Matt.

Wheels up, Emily.

Wheels up, Tara.

Wheels up.

Wheels up.

Wheels up.

Wheels up.

Damn right, wheels up.

Wheels up.

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