18x02 - The Zookeeper

[bunniefuu]

[SCREAMING]

Previously on
Criminal Minds: Evolution...

PRENTISS: Any update?

GARCIA: This is what he was
like when they brought him in.

He could wake up
tomorrow or never again.

GREEN: I've given HR my résumé.

- I got my field assignment.
- [CHUCKLING]: Hey.

Mobile, Alabama.

PRENTISS: Our drowning
unsub, he uploaded the videos

of all of the victims he
drowned to a private VPN cloud,

and he used some of the same technology

that Voit used to build his network.

There are a lot of other explanations

before we can assume that
Voit's a part of this somehow.

JJ: You ever gonna tell me
what Voit whispered to you?

It was a website on the
dark net involving the team.

BAU-Gate?

It's not pictures of other agents.

It's pictures of you.

They made you the focal
point of their porn.

Whatever city Sicarius finds himself,

Second Street is his
preferred hunting ground.

Where he hunts is rooted in something

that's deeply personal to him.

- [ALARM WAILING]
- [GASPING]

["TO BELIEVE" BY THE
CINEMATIC ORCHESTRA PLAYING]

♪ And when it all aligns ♪

♪ Up ♪

♪ Silent, what you're reading from ♪

♪ And when our worlds collide ♪

♪ Eyes remember every light ♪

♪ Tell the world ♪

♪ That saw you head for hell ♪

♪ I can be something ♪

♪ You believe in ♪

♪ You're here ♪

♪ Makin' a shadow ♪

♪ Stay in the middle ground ♪

♪ You found, you found ♪

♪ You found. ♪

[LAUGHTER]

- That...
- Oh.

- That was something.
- Ooh.

- Eh?
- Yeah. Yes, it was.

You are something.

You shouldn't let this
rush of endorphins fool you.

I mean, chances are, in six months

this whole honeymoon
thing is gonna wane.

Okay.

Well, they say romance
is dead. Okay. [LAUGHS]

Okay, um, I mean, it sounded
funnier in my head, I agree.

Oh, great. You know
what? No need to explain.

I-I know all your tricks.

[SCOFFS] I do not have "tricks."

Denial is not just a river in Egypt.

Oh, my God, I cannot
believe you just said that.

That... That was special.

Okay, okay, all right. Never mind.

I... The big picture that
you need to appreciate here

is that in the months since
we moved into this place...

Mm-hmm.

... I've become a bit
of a profiler, myself.

- Oh.
- A-At least...

- when it comes to one Tara Lewis.
- Mm-hmm.

I cannot wait to hear.

I have studied

all of your passive-aggressive
sleights of hand

employed to protect yourself
against getting too close.

Uh...

I, um, I think we're
pretty close right now.

- All right, physically, but...
- Ah.

Nah, uh, that's the easy part.

Being open, being vulnerable
with one another...

... that's where your instincts
are still defaulting to, uh,

"You can't fire me because I quit."

[SHARP EXHALE]

Tell me... Tell me I'm wrong.

You're wrong.

- You're wrong.
- Ah.

I'm not going anywhere.

[PHONE BUZZES]

- [PHONE CHIMES]
- Except to check my phone.

- Yeah. Yep. Yep. Fair.
- Just right now. Yep.

Mm-hmm. Yep. Yeah, absolutely.

Mm.

[SIGHS]

Oh, son of a b*tch. Did you get this?

f*ck...

[SIGHS] Honestly, I don't
know what I was thinking.

Well, you've been kind of trying

to save the world and whatnot, so...

Will and I thought we had
all this time to prepare

for Michael's birthday, but
it is coming up, this weekend.

Will's on a case, and... [CHUCKLES]

... I am realizing
that I am... [POPS LIPS]

... totally ill-equipped.

Yeah, yeah, hi, remember me?

I'm your friend and
I really like helping.

Yeah, but it's not like
you're not busy, too.

Well, I know that, but, you know,

when it comes to things
like, I don't know,

making a basketball-shaped
birthday cake... [GASPS]

or an Imperial Dreadnaught
-shaped birthday cake...

I am nothing if not the supreme mistress

of all things multitask.

[JJ MOANS]

Mistress Penelope Grace,

the LaMontagne-Jareau family
thanks you for your service.

Well, I will take that.

Now what's the situation
with the party planning?

- How can I participate and...
- [CHIMES]

- Oh, it's gonna be cute...
- [PHONE CHIMES]

Oh, hang on.

Our duty calls.

Are you f*cking kidding?

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Hey. I just got off the phone

with the field office in Albuquerque.

Albuquerque?

Vincent Orlov practiced out there

before he became Voit's lawyer.

And Albuquerque just found a connection

between Orlov and one of
Elias Voit's attackers.

Some guy named Francis Howard.

Turns out, Orlov once represented

Howard's uncle, Gino,
in a narcotics case.

And so, yesterday, when they
knocked on Gino's door...

He confessed that Orlov
reached out with a cash offer

for his family if his
nephew whacked Voit.

Not exactly a huge surprise, right?

I mean, why wouldn't Orlov

want to pay to be free of Voit's debt?

Yeah, but this is huge.

This gets us an arrest
warrant for Orlov.

And a search warrant for his
computers and communications,

which should help you
track down what's left

of Voit's serial k*ller network.

Uh, "help me"? We're a team.

[PHONE BUZZES]

What's wrong?

[SETS DOWN PHONE]

MAN [OVER P.A. SYSTEM]:
Dr. Scott, please report to OR One.

Dr. Scott to OR One, please.

Can you believe this sh*t?

♪ ♪

OCHOA: Mr. Voit's
regaining consciousness

in this sudden manner is as surprising

to the hospital staff here as
I imagine it must be to you.

And Nurse Luna can attest to the fact

that his physical
strength is only impaired

by his lack of exercise.

However, my own preliminary
examination confirms that,

while he is cognizant
of his surroundings,

Mr. Voit appears to be suffering
from a retrograde amnesia.

I'm sorry, Dr. Ochoa, are you saying

that Voit doesn't remember anything?

Not even his own name.

Um, are you sure about that?

OCHOA: Well, more tests will
have to be conducted, of course.

Particularly because his
verbal communication is limited.

He's unable to speak beyond
a handful of monosyllables.

[SIGHS] Dr. Ochoa, are you
aware of his background?

Dr. Lewis, whatever
his criminal record is,

it is completely
irrelevant to his recovery.

Will he recover?

Fortunately, he's already on that road.

Okay, but will he remember?

Well, that's a little
harder to say for sure,

but what I believe I can say is that,

for better, for worse,

Mr. Voit may never be
the same man ever again.

I see you. Good job.

[PANTING]

You want to go around again?

Mm. Yeah.

Yeah, uh...

M-Me.

All right, go for it.

Back among the living, I see.

Dad?

♪ ♪

ROSSI: "Every man takes the
limits of his own field of vision

for the limits of the world."

Arthur Schopenhauer.

That's complete bullshit. He's lying.

ALVEZ: Yeah, if people buy
into this Rain Man bit,

Voit could be declared incompetent.

And they'll just let him
walk right out the door.

They're not gonna... They
can't do... Can they do that?

Yes, they can.

Under the First Step Act,

it's possible Voit could be granted

a "compassionate release."

[SIGHS] Now, look. Guys, I-I get

the skepticism, okay?
But Voit did not just fake

being in a medically-induced
coma for months.

And Dr. Julia Ochoa

is one of the country's
leading neuropsychiatrists,

all right? Her expertise
cannot be dismissed here.

Uh, with all due respect
to the good doctor,

Voit is a one of a kind psychopath.

So, if anybody on this
planet could fake amnesia,

it's that piece of sh*t.

Vincent Orlov is on the run.

- ROSSI: What the hell happened?
- GREEN: An hour ago,

agents and marshals raided
his apartment and office.

Both were pretty much cleaned out.

It may still be possible
to catch up with him.

He left behind a hard drive.

Oh, it's so cute

when folks think that a
deleted computer history

- is meaningless.
- Penelope, I want you and Tyler

to follow up on that hard drive.

Emily, sorry, but I leave
for my field assignment

- in Mobile in like...
- Uh...

about that, kid... change of plans.

PRENTISS: With Voit back in play,

and your intimate knowledge of
the Sicarius case being invaluable,

the director approved my request
that your first field assignment

be right here with us.

ALVEZ: Nice. That must mean you get

- an actual service weapon now.
- LEWIS: Aw.

- Big boy b*ll*ts.
- ALVEZ: Look at you.

- [CHUCKLES] Thank you.
- You're welcome. [LAUGHS]

JJ, Dave, I want you to talk
to anyone Orlov was close to.

It's possible he had friends,

but start by trying to
track down the ex-wife.

Tara, Luke, I'm gonna roll the dice here

and have Rebecca petition for
us to be allowed to conduct

a competency evaluation.

That means you will run
whatever tests you need on Voit

to see if he is actually
suffering from brain damage

or giving us all an
Oscar-worthy performance.

What's your name?

No.

LEWIS [OVER SPEAKER]: This should help.

You... you're welcome.

What's your name?

[SIGHS]

[TYPING ON TABLET]

LEWIS: "I do not know."

Where do you live?

[TYPING ON TABLET]

"I cannot remember."

Where were you born?

[SIGHS]

[TYPING ON TABLET]

Okay.

All right.

I want you to draw a clockface.

Okay?

Start by putting the
numbers where they belong.

Okay, now, put the hands at ten past 11.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Hi.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Tell me if anything I show
you holds any meaning for you.

Okay?

No.

"Should I know him?"

Do you recognize this man?

I, uh...

My father.

He's...

... here yesterday.

What do you remember about him?

I remember...

[STAMMERS]

... Second Street.

F...

I mean, look, if it is all just an act,

- I got to tell you, it's...
- ALVEZ: What do you mean, "if"?

[STAMMERS]

Props to the f*cking guy, okay?

I mean, it's... it's
pretty damn convincing.

- It's... it's more than convincing, Luke.
- Oh, come on.

He tosses out "Second
Street" as if to tease us

about conveniently forgetting everything

except... wait for it...

- the location of his hunting ground.
- OCHOA: I'm sorry,

if I might interject,

the cognitive surveys we ran here,

while not without their limitations,

have proven to be helpful
in differentiating truth

from fiction with
patients suffering from

dissociative identity disorder.

Doctor, you have never treated
anyone like this man, ever.

I appreciate, based on your experience,

how you may perceive him as having

extraordinary gifts, but
based on my experience,

I can see a human being

suffering from a traumatic brain injury.

Have you ever heard of a
man named Harold Shipman?

- Oh, Luke.
- OCHOA: No, it's all right.

I-I am unfamiliar with that name.

Harold Shipman is also
known as Dr. Death,

and he's believed to have m*rder*d

over 200 of his own patients.

He worked alongside
some very smart people,

and none of them knew who
or what the man really was.

Come on. Do you really
think that Voit is that good?

That I can sit across from him,

looking him directly in the eye,

and be fooled by his lies?

That's what really scares me.

- Hey, hey, hard drive.
- [TYPING ON KEYBOARD]

You recognize this
coding sequence, yeah?

I do. It's on Orlov's hard drive?

You betcha.

It's basically the same code I used

to connect with Voit's network.

GARCIA: Dare I say,
this is the digital key

to the bleakest of internet doors.

And from what I can
gather with my gandering,

it looks like, in the last 24 hours,

our Little Orly has been piggybacking

off of Voit's old lines
of encrypted communication.

It looks as though Orlov has been

sending and receiving
messages from somebody

that appear to be routing through

a page on the farthest
strand of this dark web.

And here it is. And...

[COMPUTER CHIMES]

Okay.

I bet every pair of glasses I own,

this is not gonna be a cute cat video.

- You know, I can do this, if you...
- No, Tyler.

This is not about me.

This is about saving...

her.

[WHIP CRACKING]

- ♪ I want you ♪
- ♪ I want you ♪

- ♪ I need you ♪
- ♪ I need you ♪

♪ There ain't no way ♪

♪ I'm ever gonna love you ♪

♪ Now don't be sad ♪

PLAYTHING: ♪ Don't be sad ♪

BOTH: ♪ 'Cause two out
of three ain't bad... ♪

- [CRYING]
- ♪ Don't ♪

BOTH: ♪ Be sad... ♪

PLAY THING: [CRYING] Oh, God.

- ♪ 'Cause two out of three ain't bad... ♪
- Okay.

Uh, okay, okay, okay. Let's...

do this. Get this sweetheart back.

Uh, I have definitely seen
those data markers before.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure you have,

because we know who made these.

GREEN: When we first suspected Orlov

was helping Voit talk to Gold Star,

Rebecca and I uncovered a
series of encrypted messages

that were being passed
through Orlov's IP

and posted to Voit's network.

They were from an unsub calling himself

"The Zookeeper."

Yes. So, this guy's first
message to Voit, he says,

"Put anyone in a cage,
and they become an animal."

And his last message he posted,

with these terrible videos, reads,

- "Taming the Beast."
- ROSSI: But Orlov can't be this Zookeeper.

No. He doesn't fit the profile.

Absolutely. So, I'm thinking Orlov

met Zookeeper through his
legal practice, and then

he decided to use Zookeeper's persona

to get Voit's attention online.

It worked.

And now, maybe Zookeeper's
helping Orlov to disappear.

Do we know who this woman is?

I IDed her through facial recognition.

This is Sabrina Traver.

She's 27 years old, she's been missing

for a year from Fairfax Village, D.C.

GREEN: There were also indications

she was a sex worker,
who solicited online.

And from Zookeeper's network posts,

he likes to kidnap sex workers
and "tame" them into submission.

GARCIA: Yeah, additionally, in
his posts, he says that once, uh,

they are "obedient," he gets "bored"

and becomes "a boy who breaks his toys."

- It's so gross.
- Jesus.

Do you have any idea how many
victims we're talking about?

GREEN: Uh, he took
instruction from Voit well,

so there's no way to nail down
Zookeeper's true victim count.

Do we know if Sabrina's still alive?

GARCIA: [SIGHS] Uh, I-I
really want to say yes,

because the metadata in these
videos is within the last week,

but there's no way to know for sure.

Okay, we need to make interviewing

Sabrina Traver's friends
and family our top priority.

Penelope, Tyler, keep your
eyes on that link and see

if you can track down where
the videos are coming from.

♪ ♪

- [EXHALES]
- You all right there?

Yeah.

Yeah. Just...

wish I weren't such a klutz.

Right this way.

[LAUGHS SOFTLY]

[GLASS CLINKING]

[HOLLOW POP]

So, what are we celebrating?

Um, my first time. [CHUCKLES]

You know, with someone like you.

[CHUCKLES]

You mean, a professional.

[CHUCKLES]

- Yes.
- [LAUGHS]

I'm sorry. Is this weird?

No, no, it's fine. I love champagne.

I bet it tastes almost as sweet as you.

[LAUGHS SOFTLY]

- You are gorgeous.
- [CHUCKLES]

Thank you.

I'm sorry about the
mix-up with the money...

Uh... don't worry about it, baby.

Relax.

You've got me all night.

Yeah.

Would you excuse me?

[LAUGHS SOFTLY]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[TIA CLEARS THROAT]

Is it time?

You-you can finish your drink.

[LAUGHS]

You remember my safe word?

"Red."

♪

[EXHALES]

[GASPS]

Uh, r-r...

[GASPING]

Re...

Re...

[STRAINS]

- [GASPING]
- [THUDS]

- [GASPING]
- [SHUSHING]

It's gonna be all right, Tia.

I'm not gonna k*ll you.

- I need to tame you first.
- [GASPS]

What about this one?

Mo-Motorcycle.

Good.

And this one?

VOIT: Uh...

Skateboard.

- Excellent.
- [LAUGHS SOFTLY]

[VOIT EXHALES]

M... uh... Mi...

- Mi... [GRUMBLES]
- Take your time.

[INHALES SHARPLY]

Microwave.

- Very good.
- [LAUGHS SOFTLY]

Great job.

LEWIS: Look, based on the results

of the Galveston Test,

Voit isn't lying.

Now, obviously,

to eliminate any doubt around here,

we need to see inside the guy's head,

so Dr. Ochoa is suggesting that we run

a PCL-R empathy test at the same time

that we conduct a positron
emission topography Scan.

Well, I got to tell you, I am gonna need

a shitload of science on this
one for me to believe Voit.

I'm with you.

- LEWIS: Yeah, I know. So I'm gonna...
- GARCIA: Emily.

I think I identified more
victims of The Zookeeper.

Melissa Zyn and Kora Post.
I say "possible victims"

because there's no actual proof
that they're no longer with us.

But they have eerily similar
biographies to that of Sabrina Traver,

and they've both been
missing for about five years.

So, we're talking roughly
the start of the pandemic.

Since around the time Voit
put together his network.

[SIGHS] They were arrested for sex work?

GREEN: Uh, no, Melissa
was charged with a DUI,

Kora for as*ault.

But again, there was evidence
of online solicitation.

And, you know, what
really gets my blood up

is that the local authorities
are like, "Oh, sex workers,

and domestic abuse and drugs,

so, couldn't possibly be that
they are actually missing,

they must have gone and went
and changed their lives,"

so they didn't follow up on
the missing persons reports

PRENTISS: Yeah.

If only someone had taken
more time to care about them.

Dave and JJ are talking
to Sabrina Traver's sister.

Hopefully, she can give
us something to go on.

Sabrina's the baby of the family,

and she definitely wanted to
carve out her own path in life.

The problem was, she
never had any money, and...

she absolutely refused
to go back to school.

We found her social media accounts.

Don't you mean her "content
subscription" accounts?

She loved the attention.

And the ability to make money.

From all those adoring
men on the Internet.

Did Sabrina arrange to
meet the men in person?

It wasn't her idea.

She met this guy.

His name's Owen. Owen Moss.

He was the one who encouraged
her to take all these pictures.

Bikinis.

Lingerie.

And then naked.

Owen wanted her to meet men.

That f*ck pimped her out.

And when she went missing,
nobody could find him.

Yet nobody considered him a suspect.

- No.
- Until now.

Elsie, we're gonna find Owen.

We promise you that.

We will find your sister, too.

And bring her home.

Thank you.

Drew, ease up.

You're overreacting.

DREW [OVER PHONE]: I'm not. I
was standing in the g*dd*mn room.

I was right there when
they presented the budget.

They need our division.

They do, but they don't
need it to be so big.

That's why they were talking
about future consolidations,

which means f*cking layoffs, dude.

I don't know, man.

We're, like, the
backbone of the company.

Are we?

I mean, that's what they tell you.

But when push comes to shove,
they're gonna totally f*ck you.

♪ ♪

Clyde?

Still there?

Yeah.

It's frustrating.

You just can't control
anything in this life.

Yeah.

Look, can I call you back later?

Sure. I appreciate you.

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]

["HELLBRINGER" BY COFFINS PLAYING]

- [GRUNTING]
- ♪ Surrounded ♪

♪ By the fear ♪

♪ Squashed ♪

♪ Sanity ♪

♪ Chorus ♪

♪ Of screams ♪

♪ Bestial... ♪

[GASPS, PANTING]

No, wait, wait. Please.

Please, w-wait.

You have to let me go.

[EXHALES]

[MOANING]

[PANTING]

You don't have to do this, you know.

Come on, just... just call the police.

Okay?

God...

I'm begging you.

[SOFT CLATTER]

[CRYING]

[SNIFFLES]

[SWALLOWS, EXHALES]

[GASPS]

[PANTING]

♪ ♪

[WHIMPERS]

[LIQUID POURING]

Hey, hey!

What's your name?

I am my master's plaything.

Wh... What?

[FOOTFALLS ECHO]

[WHIMPERING]

Hello there.

[WHIMPERING]

[SLURPING]

[EXHALES]

[WHIMPERS]

Jealous?

[MOANING, SOBBING]

I want to show you
something very special.

TIA: Hey.

Hey!

Hey! Look at me!

He is not your master.

Okay? Just...

You have a blade in your hand.

You can do this. Just...

just k*ll the m*therf*cker!

Slash his f*cking throat now!

Please!

f*ck! f*ck!

[SHOUTS]

Thank you.

How do I look?

[BLADE RINGS]

No! No. [GASPS]

[SABRINA CHOKES]

[WHIMPERING]

Playtime is over.

♪ ♪

You're not gonna get
away with this. [SNIFFLES]

- Why is that?
- Because my friends and family,

they're out looking for me.

Right now.

And the police?

They're going to find
this f*cking hellhole.

No.

They won't.

Because nobody's looking for you.

My mom...

[LAUGHS]: Your mom?

You mean your mom who
just got out of rehab?

Or you mean your mom
who charged you rent

when you had to move back in with her?

Or maybe you're thinking
about your bestie, Kaitlyn.

The one who f*cked your last boyfriend?

And your dad's dead.

So, I mean, should I go on?

How...

How could you possibly
know those things?

Because I'm f*cking smart, Tia.

Why me?

Because I can't help
getting myself a hard-on

for girls who alienate
the ones they claim to love

by indulging in their vanity

and desire to be famous on "the Gram."

You were an easy target

because your whole world is an illusion.

No, you're wrong.

Am I?

Anyway,

even if I miscalculated how
much someone cares about you...

Check this out.

TIA'S VOICE: Hey!

I so wanted us to get
together this weekend,

but the thing is... crazy thing...

I met this really cute guy.

And he wants to take me to Miami

- for, like, the next two weeks.
- What?

So I'll call you when I'm back.

Love you.

What the f*ck?

It sounds just like you, right?

But wait, there's more.

I call him "Serge."

You like?

TIA: That's...

... that's... that's impossible.

Hello? AI?

It's not that hard.

Still, I'll admit I had a little help.

But to recap...

nobody's riding to the rescue.

It's just you and me, kid.

I'd rather die

than be turned into
your f*cking plaything.

We'll just have to see
about that, now, won't we?

ROSSI: If Zookeeper has a new victim,

that means...

Yeah.

That, um...

like the first two possible victims...

Kora Post and Melissa Zyn...

no bodies have been discovered

yet.

Why did I make that promise?

- Have you run facial recognition?
- I have.

Uh, her name is Tia Ryder.

And no one has reported her missing.

Why not?

- Because of this.
- TIA'S VOICE: Hey!

I so wanted us to get
together this weekend,

but the thing is... crazy thing...

I met this really cute guy,
and he wants to take me

to Miami for, like, the next two weeks.

So I'll call you when
I'm back. Love you.

GREEN: This voice message was sent
to Tia's best friend last night.

And the photos were
posted to her social media

yesterday and today.

[SCOFFS]

Deepfakes.

GREEN: Just like "BAU-Gate."

And I checked the
social media of Sabrina

and Melissa and Kora

and they all have the exact
same kinds of forgeries.

ROSSI: Son of a b*tch.

Voit taught him all this sh*t.

VOIT: Hi, it's, uh...

... g-good to s... see you.

What...

what's wrong?

Zookeeper.

I... I don't understand.

Zoo...

keeper.

I-I don't, I don't... [STAMMERS]

Who... ?

- [GRUNTS]
- Zookeeper!

- Dad, don't hit me! Don't hit me!
- ALVEZ: Dave!

- Dave! Dave!
- VOIT: Help!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, hey!

REBECCA: Given these
special circumstances,

I anticipate that as soon as
Voit is assigned new counsel,

you guys are gonna be barred

from any further competency evaluations.

Is there any way around it?

REBECCA: Uh, funny you should ask.

Voit's doctor received
a handwritten note

from him to give to Rossi that says,

"Dad, sorry I made you mad."

[SCOFFS]

So, uh, Voit might just decide

to ignore the advice of his counsel.

Dr. Ochoa is impressed
with Voit's progress so far.

And I can't help but
notice the improvement

the guy makes after
spending time with Rossi.

I think it's due to the emotional

reassurance he gets from
spending time with his "father."

Do we think we might be able
to take advantage of this?

No.

Dave has made it crystal clear to me

that he will never
role-play as Voit's dad

just so we can tease
out some of his memories.

Where are we with Orlov?

Were you able to pull anything
else from that hard drive?

Oh, oh, no, no, that
drive is a cold stone now.

Besides the video posts
to Voit's old network,

we haven't intercepted any
other types of communication

between The Zookeeper and anybody else.

All right, as it stands,

without anything more from
Orlov or Voit, we do still

have enough to begin building
a profile of Zookeeper.

JJ: We do.

In fact, I'd say our unsub bears

several similarities to
the Gilgo Beach k*ller,

- Rex Heuermann.
- GREEN: He's male,

Caucasian, probably
somewhere between 30 and 50.

We know he's organized, methodical.

Suggests a higher education.

Well, these women are
comfortable around him,

so he's got to be well-spoken.

Probably holds down a decent-paying job.

ALVEZ: But like BTK, Dennis Rader,

he feels a lack of control and power.

GREEN: Isn't that why he
uses the fantasy imagery

from, uh, video games?

It inspires him to assert
dominance and strength.

Mm-hmm, in contrast to the real world,

where he's probably...

stuck in middle management.

Abused by his superiors.

PRENTISS: Mm-hmm. The
cosplay, the role-playing

with his victims, all
of it, it's reinforcing

a fundamental, clearly
fantastical desire

to be "master of the universe."

For him to do what he's doing,

he-he needs privacy, security,

which means he has to have his own home.

Uh, it's probably somewhere
near where he's hunting in D.C.

GARCIA: [GASPS] Oh! Yes.

U.S. Marshals have a lead

on Sabrina Traver's ex, Owen Moss.

Okay, I'll get Rossi. We got it.

Before we get banned,

- you need to run those neurological tests.
- Yeah.

On it.

OCHOA: Does that feel okay?

LEWIS: Are you comfortable?

VOIT: Yes.

Good.

I'm gonna ask you a series of questions,

and I need you to answer honestly

with one of five responses:

Never, rarely,

sometimes,

often or always.

Does that make sense to you?

It-it does.

Good.

Let's begin.

"I tend to manipulate
others for personal gain."

Never.

"I rarely consider the
feelings of others."

Never.

"I need help maintaining
my long-term relationships."

[VOIT EXHALES]

I-I...

I don't, I don't know.

That's-that's fine.

Um, how about:

"I don't feel guilty after doing things

other people consider wrong"?

♪

Never.

OCHOA: I like this.

The activity here in the anterior
insular cortex is very good.

- No.
- Yes.

It means, despite the scar tissue,

Mr. Voit might not have
permanent brain trauma.

No, that's impossible. I...

Impossible? What-what
are you talking about?

You don't understand, okay? It-it...

That part of his brain
shouldn't be firing at all.

Agent Alvez, that part of
his brain is responsible

- for the empathy...
- Expressions of empathy

- in a normal person.
- Yes.

That is correct.

Voit is a psychopath.

Not anymore.

[DOOR OPENS]

- ROSSI: Owen.
- [DOOR CLOSES]

- You are a hard man to find.
- JJ: Hmm.

Not a good look when your
girlfriend goes missing.

And is now presumed to be dead.

She's dead?

Well. You're not gonna
pin that sh*t on me, so...

Hmm. How about human trafficking?

ROSSI: Something tells us

that Sabrina is not the first girl

that you pushed into prostitution.

No way. That was all her hustle, man.

Like, what? You think I want to see

my girlfriend getting
f*cked by other guys?

I loved Sabrina.

Hey, you little prick. We don't
have time to f*ck around here.

We know that you forced
Sabrina to play a dangerous game

that put her life at risk.

You didn't love her. You used her.

I did love her.

ROSSI: Then start telling us the truth!

JJ: One of the men whom you
solicited online took Sabrina's life.

- Well, that's not my fault...
- Owen.

All right, I mean, yes, yes,

I got her into the game.

But then... and I swear, this
is the God's honest truth...

Sabrina told me to totally f*ck off.

She wanted to start
booking clients without me.

Soliciting them online
through her social media?

No. Like in real life.

You kept tabs on her, didn't you?

The man we're looking for is Caucasian.

Middle-aged. Educated.

Good job. Middle management type.

Maybe shows off a bit too much

to compensate for his insecurity.

And has a thing for comic book sh*t.

- [SCOFFS]
- ROSSI: That funny to you?

No. You guys are,
like, describing the guy

she said that she met at a
Christmas party last year.

- Where?
- Hansen Mutual Insurance.

They got an office out in Georgetown.

She give you a name?

She mentioned, uh, Clyde... something.

I don't know. She called
him "Captain Cuck."

[PHONE RINGING]

Yo, Drew Doc. What up?

DREW: Dude. The FBI was just here.

What?

The F-B-f*cking-I.

And they were asking about that hooker.

You know, that-that chick Sabrina

from last year's Christmas party?

Yeah?

What about her?

Well, they s... They said she's dead.

- f*ck.
- And they want to talk to you.

Wh-Why?

Why do you think?

Dude. Talk to me.

What's going on?

What did you tell them?

Nothing, but they had a warrant.
So they got your address

and they're heading
over there right now.

f*ck! f*ck! f*ck! f*ck!

How?!

[EXHALES]

[PANTING]

♪ ♪

I'm so sorry.

We could've had so much fun together.

TIA: No!

[SIRENS WAILING]

JJ: Tyler, our suspect is Clyde Smets.

- 1860 Fynndale Place.
- GREEN [OVER RADIO]: Got it.

- I'm already en route.
- ROSSI: You're gonna get there before us.

So remember,

this Zookeeper is one
of Voit's acolytes.

Which means, if cornered,

he'd rather take his own
life than be taken alive.

And we have to take him alive.

Copy that.

[GRUNTS] No! No!

Let go! Let go of me!

[SCREAMS]

[GROANS]

Ow!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Ready?

FBI!

[OFFICERS SHOUTING NEARBY]

[CHOKING]

[FIERCE GROANING]

FBI!

Tia!

Tia Ryder!

You have to let him go.

- [GRUNTS]
- [GROANS]

f*ck you!

GREEN: Tia.

Get behind me.

[CLYDE COUGHING]

Clyde Smets. Show me your hands.

[LAUGHS]

Clyde. Put it down.

Doesn't have to end this way.

Playtime is over.

Clyde, no!

Damn it! Don't you f*ck
with me. I need medical!

Don't... Don't... [EXHALES]

- Stay with me. Hey.
- [GASPS SOFTLY]

[PANTING]

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

So Garcia's gonna finish going through

Clyde Smets' computer
records this morning,

- but, uh, already...
- Uh, don't tell me.

She can already confirm that
Smets used the exact same codec

as Franklin Fowler.

Which is the same as
Voit's. Coincidence?

We wish.

Hmm. What are you thinking?

Well, that Fowler and Smets

were sending "offerings" to Voit.

[EXHALES] He didn't ask for them.

Because he's been otherwise indisposed.

But how do we know that
that's not part of a plan

that Voit put into motion
before he was even arrested?

So, you think he didn't
actually shut down the network.

Not at all.

I think he paused it.

And now, maybe there's
some secret order,

and his followers are reactivating.

Ugh. And we have no idea
how many or where to begin.

So when the rest of
the team gets in today,

we need to discuss.

In the meantime, I
have the unenviable task

of delivering the death notifications

to the families of Smets' victims.

Emily...

Yeah?

I need to be the one to tell

Sabrina Traver's sister, Elsie.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

[LINE RINGING]

[PHONE RINGING]

[INHALES SHARPLY, EXHALES]

Hey, Penelope. What's up?

Hi. Um,

I, uh...

I heard about what happened with Smets.

Do you want to talk about it?

You know, S... Smets
isn't the first person

I've seen die in front
of me, but, I, uh...

[LAUGHS SOFTLY]

Truth is, I am kicking myself

because we needed to take him alive.

I mean, come on. You
did everything you could.

It was first assignment, and I...

let the team down.

No, you didn't.

Feels that way.

Yeah, okay,

but feelings are not facts.

Tyler, listen to me,

and keep your earholes
really open when I say this.

You are exactly where you belong.

[LAUGHS SOFTLY]

Thanks.

You're welcome. Now
I'll see you at work.

Where we both work 'cause
we belong there. Bye.

[CALL CLICKS OFF]

Oh, Mom, I have practice
today after school,

- so pickup's later.
- Yup. I remember.

Bye.

Dude, is that your mom?

Henry!

What?

May I see?

- Sure.
- Mom, what are you doing?

It's nothing.

AIDEN: It's not nothing.

It's badass.

Thanks.

[QUIETLY]: What'd you think it was?

Huh?

Your friend just called me a badass.

Oh, my God. Never mind.

- Let's go.
- What? What do you mean, never mind?

He said it. [LAUGHS]

♪ I'm a badass! ♪

[LAUGHS]

Bye, boys.

Love you.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

[EXHALES]

Okay.

[DOOR CLOSES]

You get the boys off already?

Yes, sir. Oh, don't forget.

Henry has practice after
school, so pickup's later.

All right.

Migraine?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, let's get some caffeine in ya, then.

I just feel kind of weird.

Will, are... you okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I just n...

I just need a minute.

Oh! Geez.

Come on. Will?

- [PANTING]
- [BEEPING]

Uh, yeah, my husband just collapsed.

Will? Will, come on.

Will, wake up!

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Penny for your thoughts.

Oh, my God.

I wish it was romantic, but...

Mm. Voit?

Yeah.

I just keep wondering whether it's wise

to try to recover his memories.

I mean, it risks
reawakening the psychopath.

Why not just let sleeping monsters lie?

Well, uh, if it's any consolation,

I'd imagine that, with
a brain injury like his,

he's not going to end up
remembering much of anything.

No.

He will.

You seem pretty sure.

I mean, I think the only
challenge is gonna be

persuading Rossi to help.

He's gonna have to commit to
playing the role of Voit's dad.

- Ooh.
- [PHONES BUZZ, CHIME]

Oh, my God. [SIGHS]

[DOOR OPENS]

- [FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]
- [DOOR CLOSES]

How did it go with Elsie?

Well, she showed me a grace I don't...

believe I deserved.

Don't beat yourself up.

I know. It's... it's just...

What?

I made that promise to Elsie

because I was distracted.

Even though I don't see
Voit in my head anymore,

he's left a scar.

It's given me a blind spot.

Well, I-I don't see how...

So, if-if Voit did leave behind a plan

for his followers to rise up,

then we need to get it out of him.

You realize what you're saying?

Unfortunately, I do.

I'm saying that I have to start
playing "Father Knows Best"

with that jagoff.

- [PRENTISS'S PHONE CHIMES]
- [ROSSI'S PHONE CHIMES]

[GASPS]

WOMAN [OVER P.A.]: Radiology, call...

Radiology, call...

Where's JJ?

- With the doctors.
- Is there an update?

They're saying that Will
suffered an aneurysm.

- Well, how is that possible?
- GARCIA: He was dealing with

some sort of thyroid thing, right?

He'd had that taken care of.

GREEN: That's what JJ told the doctors.

REBECCA: But they told her

they found signs of
a spontaneous rupture

of the inferior thyroid artery.

- LEWIS: Which, they say, is rare, but...
- [DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

He's gone.

Will's dead.

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

♪ ♪