14x06 - Luke

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Previously on "Criminal Minds"...

Philip "The Brick" Brooks, ladies and gentlemen.

I may have escaped with my life, thanks to you, but after two years of PT, all I got to show for it is a few tentative steps.

I went to visit my old partner this morning.

His doctors thought he'd be paralyzed permanently from the waist down.

I'm just wishing there was something I could do to help.

This is Lou.

Hi, Lou.

Ohh.

I think Lou's gonna be my buddy.

Thank you, brother.

I met this girl, Lisa.

I can't stop thinking about her.

I never do this, blind dates.

Me, neither.

But Phil insisted that we meet, and he would...

Wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

I'm glad you came over, man.

It's been a while.

Well, you should have called earlier.

I would have helped you out with the move.

Oh, most of Lisa's stuff was here already.

It was just last couple of things.

Hmm.

Classic Luke Alvez, willing to go at it alone.

Oh, you should have seen him wrestle the bed frame at my apartment.

He kept saying, "don't worry, Lisa.

Just stand back." I got this." "I got this." You two are the worst.

Ok, that's exactly why I didn't invite you to help.

Phil, we owe you.

We wouldn't even be here if you didn't introduce us.

Let's call it even then, 'cause without the two of you, I'd never meet Lou.

That little guy, he saved me.

Without him, I wouldn't be on my feet and back to work.

How's the new job?

I'm still thankful to be back at the FBI.

I mean, even if it is behind a desk.

What about you?

I haven't seen you since you moved over to the E.R.

How's it going?

Hmm, leaving the rehab wing was tough, but I love the new challenge.

That's great.

And now we turn to the great communicator, Luke Alvez.

What's up with the BAU, Luke?

Everything's good.

Well, that's actually more than I expected.

What more do you want?

Well, some details, man, about a case or two.

What's new with Penelope?

Is she seeing anybody?

What's up?

Come on, bro.

How many times do I have to tell you, you are no match for Penelope Garcia.

I'm smart.

I'm considerate and stable.

Mm-hmm.

Don't forget employed.

Employed.

Man, I'm like the total package, man.

Come on.

I don't know, ok.

I'm not even sure she's looking.

I've been busy at work.

Oh.

Anything interesting?

Come on, man.

I'm getting frostbite out here.

He does the same thing to me when I ask about the cases.

I can't even get a middle of the day "how's it going?" text from the guy.

The two of you.

I got a new case.

I've got to run.

Sorry.

Later.

Mmm.

Mmm.

See you later.

All right, man.

Give my best to Penelope.

- Morning, Garcia.

- Mmm!

How dare you bury the lede?

How did the big move-in go?

It was great.

So Lisa's all moved in?

She is.

Details.

Luke, give me details or I'm gonna get grumpy with you like I always do.

We packed up the last few things in Lisa's old apartment, she handed in the keys, came home, unpacked a few more boxes.

Oh, then Lou and Phil came over.

Lou!

How is my sweet, sweet Lou?

High energy.

Yeah, I mean, he really wears Roxy out.

She sleeps for like two days straight after he visits.

Playing with a puppy and then a nap, that is like heaven.

It's pretty good, yeah.

Oh, Lisa says thanks for the wall-hanging that you made us.

- She likes it?

- She loves it.

Fantastic.

I really think it's gonna bring the whole living room together because it's like powerful without being overpowering, you know.

- I agree.

- Yeah.

What about Phil?

Did he ask about me?

No.

You ready to fight crime?

Oh, born ready.

Bring it.

3 victims in 3 days...

Rick Salazar, Michael Williams, and John Reynoso.

Each was sh*t in the back of the head with a .40-caliber p*stol.

They lived in different states running south along the eastern seaboard.

John, the most recent, was in nearby Bethesda, Maryland.

Execution style.

Could be professional.

You know, most assassinations are one and dones.

Hit men acquire a target, execute them, and then disappear.

k*lling multiple victims without changing his M.O.

exposes him and makes him trackable.

The victims were seemingly-average people with normal middle-class lives.

Nothing here says they would be targeted by a hit man.

Yeah, k*lling random people's just not what a hit man does.

If they're moving this fast, they must be working off a list.

What if all 3 victims are key witnesses to a federal crime?

That would put them on a list.

As would Witness Protection.

Garcia, start running through the WITSEC database.

I'll reach out to them and the U.S.

attorney's office, - see if there's any overlap.

- Got it.

We should also consider that our unsub might not be a hit man, that he's operating off a list of victims based on their perceived transgressions.

A moral enforcer.

Well, either way, we need to assume there are other targets.

We'll run the case out of here until we can predict his next move.

But based on his speed, we will have to work fast.

No.

No, please.

I know you won't let me go, so just get it over quick.

Please, that's all I'm asking for.

Ahh!

Stop!

"I'm a fighter." I believe in the eye-for-an-eye business." Muhammad Ali.

Guys.

Bad news.

A fourth victim already?

Paul McEntee, Arlington, Virginia, just south of here.

He's an accountant, lived alone.

I sent all the files to your tablets and phones.

Any luck with WITSEC?

Not yet.

And I've been scouring any pertinent FBI databases.

Nothing there, either.

Two kills in less than a day.

He's speeding up.

Well, if our unsub's a hit man, he's moving fast to avoid detection.

He might be near the end of his list.

I'm still not convinced he is a hit man.

If he's a vigilante or moral enforcer, the shortening cooling down period could be a sign he's losing control.

Spence, you, Dave, and Tara go to Bethesda.

Luke and I will head to the M.E.'s office, take a look at the latest victim.

I'll have Matt and JJ go to Arlington.

_ They told us to go to the bedroom.

That's weird.

It's yours.

No, that's weird.

Paul McEntee has a panic room.

Why would an accountant with no family need a panic room?

Well, if he was a witness in a key case or in WITSEC, he'd probably want to feel protected.

Yeah.

WITSEC wouldn't pay for something like this, and he couldn't afford this on his salary.

Paul must have had a second income, likely discreet and paid in cash to keep him off any radars.

Well, we need to follow that money trail.

It could help us piece together the victimology connection we've been missing.

JJ, just look around.

What do you see?

Well, except for that blood spatter, I'd have no idea a crime was committed here.

Exactly.

Heh.

Yeah, this guy's not losing control.

He's cold, calculated.

He's simply doing a job.

He's not trying to teach anybody a lesson here.

It feels like we can take moral enforcer off the table.

C.O.D.

on Paul McEntee was two successive g*nsh*t wounds to the back of the head at close range with a .40-caliber p*stol.

Same as the first three.

So he controlled them with the g*n.

Did he t*rture them at all?

There's no evidence of hematoma anywhere on his body, but there is pre-mortem bruising to his wrists.

If he's a professional, why go through all the trouble of tying him up just to k*ll him in there?

Maybe he wanted to muffle the sound?

.40 cal's a big g*n with a big bang.

I also found sodium hypochlorite in his mouth, throat, and stomach.

Sodium hypochlorite?

That's household bleach, isn't it?

That's right.

He made him drink an entire bottle's worth.

So he could have let him die from the poisoning, but he chose not to.

That's a pretty clear message.

You're a rat, so I'm gonna silence you first by burning your mouth and throat, and then I'll k*ll you.

He did this to all of them, didn't he?

He did.

Have you seen this before?

Yeah, I have.

In Mexico.

This is Eduardo Ramos.

He's the most feared sicario in Mexico.

A sicario's a hit man, yeah?

Specifically hit men that work for Mexican drug cartels.

He's with the Martinez cartel.

They're one of the most dangerous around.

Well, look, the M.O.

of these guys is typically brutal.

What makes Ramos most feared?

His unrelenting focus and complete lack of boundaries.

He's got no moral code.

I mean, if you're his target, he doesn't stop until you're dead.

If that means going through every man, woman, and child, he does.

No hesitation.

Someone else, you might be able to buy your way out of it, not Ramos.

There's no bribing him.

There's no appealing to his senses.

Eduardo Ramos is a k*lling machine that never fails.

So how did you meet him?

5 years ago I was working a case with the DEA and Mexican police force.

Our goal was to arrest Ramos.

And did you?

It got complicated.

Ramos should be crossing the street heading towards us any second.

Grant, you in place?

Affirmative.

A sn*per.

Pulling all the stops.

For protection.

It's just in case.

Ok.

You don't get that many sh*ts to a guy like Ramos.

Hey, Manny, our job is to arrest him.

The cartel owns most of the justice system.

He'll be out in 3 days.

This is our chance.

Come on, we aren't mercenaries.

And he's not human.

He m*rder*d over 50 people, and that's the ones that we know about.

Men, women, children, innocent.

Eduardo Ramos deserves to die.

No.

His victims deserve justice.

That's what they're gonna get.

Hey, there's Ramos.

Make the arrest, Luke.

We're not above the law.

Ok.

Go, go, go.

What the hell?

Ambush!

He's running.

Get down!

I'm going after Ramos!

Copy.

Uhh!

Alvez.

I have a clean sh*t.

No!

Don't take the sh*t.

Don't take the sh*t!

Are you sure?

Alvez, are you sure?

Yes.

I got him.

Inspector Silva was wrong.

Ramos stayed in prison for 3 years, and then he broke out and vanished.

Now, both the DEA and the FBI believed he'd come back to get his revenge on the Martinez cartel because someone inside the cartel, and we never found out who, gave us the initial tip that led to his arrest.

So the trail that led to Paul McEntee's panic room may have started with the Martinez cartel, and if that's true, it likely involved dr*gs.

Yeah.

Garcia, we need you to go through the DEA database and find out if any of our victims are connected to the cartel.

Copy that.

I also got the green light from Prentiss to bring in my buddy Phil.

He's got a lot of contacts in the DEA.

Maybe he can help.

What the hell?

I don't know the others, but this guy, Paul McEntee, I recognize him.

He was a middleman for the Martinez cartel.

He greased the wheels that brought the product into the country.

You think he's the C.I.

who gave up Ramos?

We never knew the identity of the C.I., but it's possible.

If this is an act of revenge for Ramos, I don't think it matters.

Anybody associated with the cartel's guilty in his eyes.

All right, not only because they ratted him out, they also abandoned him in prison.

So he's gonna k*ll everyone involved, no matter how far removed from his arrest in Mexico.

All right, I'll let Penelope know what we found.

Tell her I said hi.

It's Manny.

I reached out to him.

_ _ Phil Brooks.

_ _ _ We think Eduardo Ramos is back, but he's in the States.

That's impossible.

It might sound impossible, but we've got 4 bodies that say so.

No, I mean that's impossible because Eduardo Ramos is dead.

- Dead?

- Yeah.

He stayed off the radar after he got out of prison.

We figured he was laying low.

But then I got a call that Eduardo Ramos was gunned down in Sinaloa.

Two sh*ts behind the head.

And listen to this, he had bleach in his stomach.

When did you find out about this?

A few weeks ago.

It was impossible to pin down.

The very reputation of the sicarios are that they're ghosts.

But a friend of mine confirmed it in Sinaloa, and I saw the body myself two days ago.

Sinaloa isn't even part of Martinez cartel territory.

Why was Ramos there?

Hard to say.

He could have been hiding out or working.

Who do you think did this?

Plenty of people have motive...

A rival cartel, his own cartel, hell, victims' families.

All right.

Thanks, Manny.

Someone's posing as Eduardo Ramos.

Yeah, but who would do that?

Whoever it is k*lled the most feared sicario in Mexico using his own M.O.

against him, then did it 4 more times without us knowing the difference.

This guy's more dangerous than we thought.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed are thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus.

Keep going.

I can't.

It burns.

Finish it.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our deaths.

Amen.

Hey, it's me.

Is everything ok?

Yeah.

What, a guy can't call his woman in the middle of the day just to say, "how's it going?" Aw.

Luke Alvez, you listened.

Technically, no.

I called.

I didn't text.

And your one-ups-manship will be justly rewarded upon your triumphant return home, which hopefully is soon.

I hope so.

How about I pick up a bottle of your favorite wine on my way back and you order Thai from that late-night place down the street and we get under the covers and watch the new season of our favorite show till sunrise?

How about we do something else until sunrise?

Yeah, I got to call to check in more often.

Unfortunately, it can't always be Thai food and sex.

So, Garcia's wall-hanging...

Yeah, I, um, I know.

Where do you want to hang it?

There's a nice big space over the record player.

It should go there.

Wait, you like it?

I love it.

Oh, that's...

There's been another m*rder.

This time in Springfield, south of Arlington.

Reid's already there.

Ok.

Hey, it's work.

They need me.

I gotta go.

I'll call you later.

Ok.

Stay safe.

Love you.

I love you, too.

What did you find, Spence?

Victim's name is Mike Everson.

He owns an auto shop and lived alone.

The DEA says he's a known drug trafficker for the Martinez cartel, so even though Ramos isn't our guy, it appears as though the unsub is still punishing his victims for their cartel ties.

Any signs of a struggle?

Did Mike fight back?

He did, and during the fight, this happened.

This part right here isn't blood.

It's a mixture of chewing tobacco and saliva.

What's weird is the unsub used bleach to try to clean it up, but he left behind some residue.

I'm having it run through all the appropriate criminal databases.

I mean, hopefully there's a hit.

Son of a...

- What?

- We need the whole team.

I know who did this.

So DNA from the latest crime scene confirms that our unsub is Jeremy Grant.

He was a DEA sn*per Phil and I worked with in Mexico when we were hunting Eduardo Ramos.

We weren't tight, but we knew him a bit.

He took orders well.

He was good at his job.

I lost touch with him after Mexico.

Yeah, so did I.

That's not uncommon after a mission.

So what happened?

Jeremy Grant still works for the DEA.

He lives in Mexico with his wife and two daughters.

Wow, he was practically Ramos' neighbor.

Uh, he's lived in Mexico for over 10 years.

Both of his daughters were born there.

He was just put on mandatory bereavement for...

Oh, my.

His wife and children were all m*rder*d in the family's home.

They were all forced to drink bleach before being sh*t twice in the back of the head with a .40-caliber p*stol.

It must be Ramos.

Where was Grant when it happened?

He was out of the country on assignment.

He discovered the bodies.

Somehow Ramos must have gotten a list of everybody involved with his arrest.

And he went after the Grants first because they lived the closest.

After that, he likely would have gone after Silva and his men, and then crossed stateside and come after us.

But Grant got to him first.

We profiled Grant as either a hit man or a moral enforcer, but he's actually both.

He's a moral enforcer posing as a hit man.

It's the perfect cover.

We need to find everyone associated with the cartel in this immediate area.

That's where he's heading next.

The DEA's just given us 3 more suspected Martinez cartel contacts in the D.C.

area.

I just sent you all their info, Garcia.

On it.

Ken Ronson, Steve Bagnis, Kathleen Jensen.

I've sent you their home and work addresses.

Phil, do you recognize any of them?

No.

Ok, then we have to assume all 3 are still in play.

Let's split up and go.

Yeah.

I'll keep you posted.

Yeah, you better.

I'll stay by my phone.

Ken Ronson.

FBI.

What?

What is this?

Where's your family?

Is it Ramos?

No.

- It's someone worse than him.

- Worse?

Where is your family?

Inside.

They're inside.

I was just on the phone with my wife.

She packed our bags.

We're leaving town.

I heard Ramos was coming.

We'll put the 3 of you in protective custody until it's safe.

Manny, it's Grant.

This whole time it's been Jeremy Grant.

I know.

What are you doing, Grant?

What did you do with Manny?

Nothing...

Yet.

I only cloned his number so you couldn't trace it.

Jeremy, you have to stop.

Really, I have to stop?

Open your eyes, Luke.

If I wouldn't have started and k*lled Ramos, you'd already be dead.

So you're welcome for that.

This is not how we do things.

You know that.

What I know is that Manny was right.

You get a chance to put a b*llet in a son of a bitch like Ramos, you take it.

Arrest him.

That was the order.

And that order got my family k*lled.

I'm sorry about your family.

You got your revenge on Ramos.

All right, so what's your plan now, k*ll everyone in the whole cartel?

No.

Just everyone who ratted out Ramos, everyone involved in the takedown.

That includes me, doesn't it?

No, you get to live.

Same way I do, tortured by the knowledge that your decisions got that one person you love most k*lled.

Jeremy, no.

Should have let me take the sh*t, Alvez.

Luke!

Garcia.

Lisa's phone.

Leave a message.

Come on, pick up.

Lisa, it's me again.

Please just call or text me, all right?

I need to know you're ok.

Call Lisa.

Lisa's phone.

Leave a message.

Pick up!

That number has been routed and re-routed.

This guy is good, Matt.

But I pinged Luke's phone, and he's on his way home in a hurry.

Wait.

Garcia?

Luke's house.

Whatever that phone call was, it has to do with Luke's house because he's on his way there and...

Lisa.

Lisa's at home.

- Oh, my god, Matt.

- On my way.

Ok, you need to get there in a hurry, and I'm gonna...

I'm gonna let the rest of the team know.

It's all hands on deck.

Hey, what's the matter?

Luke and Lisa.

What about them?

I don't know, it's just a gut call, but I think...

I think Lisa's in trouble.

Matt's on his way to their house right now.

Ok, I'll get Rossi and JJ.

We'll meet him there.

Ok.

Oh, dear god.

Oh, dear god, please not again.

This team's gone through enough.

Oh, god.

Lisa?

Lisa!

Oh, thank god.

What the hell?

Thank god you're ok.

I'm fine.

What's...

What's going on?

I thought you were in trouble.

Luke.

But he didn't know about you.

Luke.

What?

Phil.

Any last words?

Go...

to hell.

Police!

Put down your w*apon.

I said put down your w*apon, then get on your knees and put your hands on your head.

I'm on duty.

Supervisory Special Agent Luke Alvez with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit.

My badge is my right back pocket.

Oh, my god, Luke.

I'm so sorry.

We're here for you, brother.

If there's anything you need, just let us know.

Can you watch Lou for a few hours?

Absolutely.

I was just coming to find you.

Can we talk?

Come in.

I know what you're gonna ask me, but I can't let you stay on this case.

You're a potential target of a trained assassin.

Now, I know you've requested a protected detail at the house for Lisa, but the fact of the matter is you need one, too.

Standing operating procedure.

I get it.

Thank you for understanding.

And we won't rest until we catch Jeremy Grant.

I promise.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I need to get home and see Lisa.

I scared the hell out of her.

And I need to start making phone calls and paying visits.

Phil's parents...

His brother and his sisters, his army buddies and manhunters, people in C.I.D.

Um...

I need a little leeway with this detail on me.

Ok.

But then I'll need regular check-ins from you.

Absolutely.

We good?

We're good.

Jeremy Grant has k*lled multiple people.

Now that he's m*rder*d a federal agent, he knows the full weight of every agency in the U.S.

law enforcement machine will be looking for him.

We know from his profile he's not suicidal.

Exactly.

So he'll go underground, which means he'll either flee the country or wait for the storm to pass.

He's a sn*per with resources on both sides of the border.

Right.

These guys are trained to have safe houses and backstops.

Ok, that's where we start.

I want a full background on Grant's DEA history...

Missions, known associates, anyone or anything that would help keep him off the radar.

JJ's right, he will try and go underground, but before he does, I have a feeling he's going to want to get in one final sh*t.

Thanks, guys.

Matt told me what happened before he left.

I'm so sorry, Luke.

Go pack a bag.

Pack a bag?

Wait.

You need to tell me what's going on here.

The guy that k*lled Phil, I knew him.

I worked with him.

And the two cops outside the door aren't going to be able to stop him.

You knew him?

Yeah.

Look, I got an army ranger buddy of mine coming to pick up you and Roxy.

Ok?

John and his wife Carla.

They live off the grid.

You'll be secure with them.

I'll call you when it's safe.

You'll call?

You're not coming with us?

No.

Because you're going after him.

Look at me, ok?

Just look at me.

Your best friend was m*rder*d, and I know you're hurting, but don't do this.

Please don't do this.

I have to.

Hey.

Hey, I'm almost done compiling this list of buses and trains Grant could get out of town in.

Great.

I have a strange request.

I need you to find Luke's phone.

Ok.

Uh, Luke is at home.

Ahh, he's smart.

He'd leave his phone.

Look, I hate to do this, but...

Grant isn't the only one with skills.

When Luke was a manhunter, he'd go undercover.

That means fake identities and multiple phones.

I need to see if any of those phones are active now.

Ok.

That's gonna take a minute.

What do you think he's up to?

I'm afraid Luke might take matters into his own hands.

What is this?

Back up.

Just in case.

You really need all of this?

We work manhunters, tracking down the baddest of the bad.

And when we win, it causes vendettas.

The FBI has fail-safes to protect us.

Yeah, like that's gonna save us in time.

Who else knows about this?

Just us.

What's in there?

New identities.

These are pretty damn good.

Where'd you get them?

In Mexico Grant told me about his good friend.

The guy's a forger.

He lives and works around here.

How much?

This will cover it.

Half up front, half on delivery.

How do I get ahold of him?

I got his number.

The guy's fast, too.

Only takes him an hour start to finish, and then you'll be a brand-new man.

There aren't many flights out this time of night.

I've got one, maybe two possible options.

Airport's risky, even for him.

It's wall-to-wall cameras.

Yeah, but he's arrogant enough to think he could b*at them.

Garcia compiled a list of buses and trains that pass through or originate in the area at this time of night.

We have 3 good options, and I already have her pulling CCTV footage and passenger manifests.

Ok, you know, we need to just step back a second and stop thinking about Grant like he's a tourist.

We need to start thinking about this like he's, I don't know, trying to smuggle himself out.

In that case, we should look at commercial trucking routes.

It would take time and coordination, but it's a good way out of the country, although it does limit his destination options.

Ok, now what about international waters?

Once you're out there, all bets are off.

You can pretty much go anywhere you want.

There's smaller marinas off the Potomac, and there's the ports.

Well, Alexandria's the closest to D.C., but it's small.

If Grant really wanted to blend with a crowd, he'd head down to Baltimore.

By overall dollar value of cargo, it's the ninth biggest port in the U.S.

Airports, marinas, bus terminals.

All right, let's get the rest of the team and get started.

What country you want?

Same one you made for Jeremy Grant.

Don't know him.

Sorry.

No, I think you do.

In fact, I think you saw him tonight.

Now, where's he going?

I already told you I don't know.

Seriously, I have no idea.

Swear to god, no freakin' idea, ok?

Oh, come on, man.

If you've got a beef with him, that's between you two.

Leave me out of it.

I will, once you tell me where he's going.

It's a complicated process.

No, it's not.

Either you tell me and you live, or don't and die, because I will pull the trigger.

He's headed to the port in Baltimore.

Just don't k*ll me.

Grant!

Garcia, we're minutes away from the marina.

Turn around.

Turn around right now.

Jeremy Grant is in Baltimore at the port.

But we already ruled out that port.

I know, but Luke.

What about him?

I had a hunch about Luke, so I had Garcia keep tabs on all the phones he used during his undercover days in the manhunter unit.

Yeah, all those phones are dead except for one, and it is pinging right at the port.

Thanks, Garcia.

We're turning around.

Luke.

Make the arrest, Luke.

We're not above the law.

Luke!

It's ok.

Give me the g*n.

It's ok.

It's ok.

Get up.

I told you you had to sit this one out.

Yeah.

I know.

You defied a direct order.

I can't let it slide.

Because a sh*t was fired, OPR will take your g*n.

I'm not asking for your badge yet, but I am placing field restrictions on you.

For the foreseeable future, you will work out of the BAU.

You're not allowed to travel with the team.

There will also be a formal demotion.

You'll be downgraded from supervisory special agent to special agent.

Neither of those are necessarily permanent.

You can earn back both privileges, but it won't be easy.

Is that clear?

Is that clear?

Yeah.

Good.

You're lucky you didn't k*ll him, or you'd be gone forever.

Hey.

It's not Thai.

But I know you like that diner down on Sixth Street.

Give me a reason not to leave.

The thr*at's over.

It's safe.

That's not what I mean.

I met Phil Brooks on August 10, 2007...

After an att*ck on Mosul.

Body count was high.

The highest I'd ever seen.

And this little girl...

This little girl d*ed in my arms.

Phil was there.

It sounds stupid, but, uh...

He was the first guy that I ever cried in front of.

And we both got into the FBI.

When we thought he lost his legs, we...

we cried again.

Sometimes it's hard, you know, this job.

It's hard to find someone that you feel safe with.

You're safe with me.