02x11 - Obey

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Criminal
Minds: Beyond Borders"...

- Ryan, are you headed off?
- Like father, like son.

Cole! You know this agente?

- Hands!
- Stupid move, Cole.

Why didn't I get a
deconfliction notification

from FBI headquarters
that you were here, Ryan?

'Cause it was on a
need-to-know basis, Dad,

and you didn't need to know.

I need to get back undercover now.

- [Gates buzz]
- His name is Cole Dabb,

and we got him on possession,

intent to distribute, as*ault
and battery of a federal agent.

He's your problem now.

Haven't had an update on
Ryan since we left Mexico.

But how can I tell my wife
I was just doing my job

when I put our son in a Mexican prison

in order to maintain his cover?

Jack: Over million Americans

leave the safety of
our borders every year.

If danger strikes,

the FBI's International Response Team

is called into action.

[Hip-hop b*at playing]

♪♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- [Musical track stops]

♪ Listen ♪

[American accent] What's up, y'all?

I was just feelin' it.

- [Jamaican accent]
- Yeah, wha mi ah tell ya?

Don't blow smoke into the microphone.

It's a studio mic, man. It delicate.

Like you, cuz?

[Laughs]

- It's funny?
- No, man. Everything all right.

You ain't ready for this,
Malcolm. Check it out.

Ah... look at that. That's the business.

Ya, man.

Star boy right here, you know?

When this drop, the
whole place a-go mash up!

And not just Kingston, the world.

And you gonna roll
with me? Be my empress?

- Yo...
- [Clicks switch]

... maybe we finish recording
the album before we're gonna

plan half the world tour.

- Read 'em again, man.
- [Track resumes]

♪♪

- [In Jamaican patois]
- ♪ Yo, let's go ♪

♪ Uhh! Jamaica ♪

[Rapping indistinctly
in Jamaican patois]

♪ ... roll with my family ♪

[Continues indistinctly]

- [Flatly]
- ♪ Whoa, I don't... ♪

[Music stops]

- [American accent]
- Thought you wanted to get this done.

Yeah, but you're off.

You need like a tea? Some honey?

Or y'all telling me you can't
sing a three-note melody?

Just autotune me up. Whatever.

[Laughs] Right. Autotune?

All this talk about you
represent Philly, man.

You need to get some Hall and Oates,

- like a Jill Scott.
- [Women laughs]

Educate yourself.

What you smiling for, Abby?

Didn't I give you a good
education last night?

- That's what that was?
- [Laughs]

I know you and Winston used
to kick it back in the day.

Tell him how much better it is with me.

Come on.

Tell me how he's as old
and as rancid as his beats.

Yeah. That's what I thought.

Why don't you sit there
mad while I go get some air?

[Microphone thuds]

[Rapping indistinctly
in Jamaican patois]

♪ Whoa, oh ♪

♪ My mentality a positivity ♪

♪ I don't play with friends, I'm... ♪

♪ I roll with my family ♪

[Continues indistinctly]

♪ Whoa, oh ♪

♪ Bigger than the politics ♪

What...

- [s*ab]
- [Gasps]

Wait a minute, wait a
minute. I don't understand.

What do you mean, you can't find Ryan?

You think or you know?

You need to call me as
soon as you find out.

Yeah, I understand procedure.
You still need to call me.

Okay. Thank you.

[Cellphone beeps]

Hey. Everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

You ready for this team-building?

Yes, I am. I even brought my
gloves for the ropes course.

[Elevator bell dings]

Mae: What are you talking about?

I thought that you loved team-building?

I did until you almost dropped
me on the trust fall last time.

I did not almost drop you. I
was this far from the ground!

Yeah, I know. That was by design.

I wanted you to know that
you could really trust me.

Okay, I'll drive.

[Cellphones chiming, ringing]

[Beeping]

Well, looks like team-building
will have to be on the job.

Jack: Okay, Monty, give us the lowdown.

Monty: Our victim is
Malcolm Williams, ,

from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

He was in Kingston, Jamaica,
to record a dancehall album

with his cousin Winston Barlow,
, a Jamaica native,

- and a successful record producer.
- [Typing on keyboard]

Malcolm was found gutted
by the side of a rural road

deep in the Blue Mountains
about a quarter mile

from Winston's home
where they were recording.

Kingston PD have any leads?

They do. Malcolm's cousin, Winston.

So why are we going?

Because there's no physical
evidence of the crime.

Now Malcolm's father, Calvin Williams,

seems to think that
Winston is being railroaded

by the Jamaican police.

They wanna close this case yesterday.

Mr. Williams feels not
only has he lost his son,

he's about to lose his nephew as well.

So he reached out to his Congressman,

who contacted the State
Department and they called us.

Well, considering Mr.
Williams' suspicions,

are we getting any help
from the local cops?

Yes, the Jamaican police
unit welcomes our assistance

and they've set you
up with two liaisons...

Deputy Superintendent Banner McDaniels

and Inspector Jonario Shaw.

Malcolm's body is on ice.

The Kingston coroner's
office told us it would be

a couple days before
they could get to it.

Oh, let me guess. They're at capacity.

- Monty: Yep.
- [Bell chimes]

Monty, put in a request to bring
Malcolm's body back to the jet.

Mae can do the autopsy here.

Oh. That'll cut down on my commute.

- [Plane engines revving]
- Clara and I will go talk to Winston

over at Kingston PD.

Simmons, you head over
to the crime scene.

- Let's make sure the right person...
- [Buckles clicking]

... is brought to
justice for this crime,

and hopefully, with that,

Mr. Williams will find some closure.

[Engines roaring]

♪♪

[Theme music]

Mae: A Jamaican proverb tells
us, "Eat with the devil",

but give him a long spoon."

♪♪

[Honks honking, phone ringing]

Greetings, sir.

IRT Unit Chief Jack Garrett.

Miss?

SSA Clara Seger.

I'm Deputy Superintendent McDaniels.

Welcome to Jamaica.

I regret that it's under
these circumstances,

but it is a pleasure to meet you.

Now, I've heard that you would
like to speak to the accused

as soon as possible?

Yes, if you don't mind.

Please. Follow me.

Superintendent McDaniels,
if it's all right with you,

we'd like to speak with Winston alone.

Just as third party observers.

I understand.

So, Winston, witnesses
tell us you were arguing

with Malcolm earlier in the evening.

Arguing?

No, man. It's talking.

Talk, we talk like how cousins talk,

'cause we are cousins
forever, no matter what.

What were you talking about?

Just music things, man, 'cause
Malcolm have so much talent.

Him was a talented youth,

but him never respect the process.

I don't work like that.

So this doesn't have
anything to do with your ex?

Heard she took up with Malcolm,

and last night, he
threw it in your face.

Abigail?

No. No, we not together in years.

So you didn't mind
Malcolm asking Abigail

to compare the two of you?

No, it's a show-off thing, man.

I would've done the same
thing when I was his age.

So what happened after the argument?

Malcolm couldn't find his flow again.

And him blame it upon me.

So him go for a walk.

And a little bit later, I go into town.

That's when I found him.

Inspector Shaw, so these skid
marks are from Winston's car?

Yes.

[Police radio chatter]

You got a shoe print here.

Yeah, we noticed that. Size .

The same size as Winston's.

Did you guys find any shoes
in Winston's possession

that have the same tread?

No. But it don't mean anything.

He must've flinged them away.

Any idea where this
water bottle came from?

No.

Just trash.

I appreciate how thorough
you are, Agent Simmons,

but sometimes the right answer's
the easiest one, you know?

Winston did this. Who else could it be?

Nobody else out here.

What about the engineer? Bob Woodson?

No, man. That Rasta
never left the house.

Never did the women.

Winston is just trouble, you know?

Yeah, how's that?

We grew up in Mercy Cross together.

Ah, so you're friends?

No, no, no, no. Me not say that.

I knew him, and he was no angel.

We had run-ins before.

He go on and talk about
how it's our problem,

but if you ask me,

the real problem is he thinks
he's a big bout yah.

- A big sh*t.
- Ah.

Now that he's gone and made some money

and moved to the mountains,
he thinks he's above it all.

[Clicks tongue] No, man.

The police wanna take me down, man.

- Why would they wanna do that?
- Payback.

When I first start make a little money,

them a-sniff around
like them want a taste.

I tell them no.

So now them a-look upon
me for this, man, I swear.

I swear.

Winston, we know you have
arrests on your record.

Some of them are violent,

which is probably why they're
looking at you for this.

A long time ago. A long time.

Kid stuff.

Do you have any idea
who could've done this?

Did he have problems with
anybody else on the island?

[Voice breaks] No. Cousin
just reach a week ago.

And I with him in that studio
every morning, noon, and night.

You have to understand.

Malcolm is not just my
cousin, he's my brother.

We spend every summer
together, and Uncle Calvin...

Uncle Calvin is like my father.

And I promised him I was
gonna watch out for Malcolm...

[Sniffles]

My uncle think I did this, too?

No.

He's why we're here.

Monty: So what'd you find so far?

Mae: COD is exsanguination.

Whoever cut Malcolm sliced
his abdominal aortic artery,

and he bled out in minutes.

But other than the gutting,
I don't have any other wounds.

There's no mutilation,
there's no overkill.

Based on the entry point of the wound,

I would say that our UnSub
is almost feet tall,

- and not to be sexist...
- Don't hate.

I'm not, but considering that
the blade was plunged so deeply

that it nicked Malcolm's vertebrae,

I would say that we
are looking for a man.

A strong one.

What do you have?

Well, thanks to the tool
marks you found on the bone,

I think I found the m*rder w*apon.

Oh, awesome. Is it one of a kind

and registered by name to the k*ller?

Nope. It's a KUMF brand switchblade.

Mass produced, thousands sold
around the world annually.

Well, that means the most
interesting thing I found

was a cross in this reddish
dust on Malcolm's arm.

The mass spec identified
it as siliceous soil.

Right, which is pretty
common in Jamaica.

However, it's usually comprised
of the middle layer of soil

that resides beneath the
whiter limestone topsoil.

Okay, well, I also found the same trace

on the shoulder of Malcolm's hoodie.

It's in the shape of a hand.

There enough detail
to pull a fingerprint?

Unfortunately, no.

But from the pictures that I've seen

and the rest of his clothing,

Malcolm does not seem
like the type of guy

who's going to walk around
with dust on his clothes.

I think that this handprint
and that dust cross

were left by our UnSub.

Jack: So the UnSub painted a
dust cross on Malcolm's body?

Mae also found a
handprint in that same dust

on Malcolm's clothes
right on the shoulder,

so she's thinking
whoever att*cked Malcolm

spun him around before he gutted him.

Suggests a blitz att*ck.

And Simmons said he found a water bottle

near the crime scene, also
covered in reddish dust.

But there's no evidence that
Winston had dust on his hands.

And if this was a blitz att*ck
and we're saying Winston did it,

how do we account for the tire tracks

that Simmons found at the scene?

They show that Winston skidded to a halt

before ever reaching Malcolm's body.

Yeah, and if Winston was enraged enough

to blitz his own cousin, why
wouldn't he just run him over?

Doesn't make sense.

So you're saying we got the wrong man?

Yes.

[Telephone rings in distance]

Then why are my men convinced otherwise?

Operational bias.

Some of the men in your
department have expressed

a resentment toward Winston

because of his stature and success.

Well, I cannot say I'm surprised.

I'm aware of the reputation
of the Jamaica Police Unit.

Much of it is deserved,
which is why I joined.

I want to change things.

So you're willing to release Mr. Barlow?

I may not be
convinced of Winston's guilt,

but my men are a different matter.

Many of the men in this department

grew up alongside the
criminals they now pursue.

They're intimate with
the v*olence in Kingston.

And because of this, they
feel they're the experts.

And without another suspect
or some exculpatory evidence,

I may be seen as
questioning their credibility

as investigators.

Which you are.

Agents, I'm not proud of this.

But I was only promoted six months ago.

I can't expect to earn the
trust and the respect of my men

by telling them they're wrong
just because the IRT told me so.

So instead, you're
gonna let an innocent man

be charged with a
crime he didn't commit.

I'm not charging him. I'm holding him.

It's for his own good.

Even if I did release him,
I cannot guarantee his safety

once he walks through the door.

[Cellphone rings]

[Beeps]

Go ahead, Simmons.

Hey, Jack. I found something.

You gotta come check this out.

So I found some bloody
shoe prints next to

Malcolm's crime scene,
and there was also evidence

of this reddish dust.

Now the prints, they faded
in and out along the trail.

But then I picked one up
on that plank back there,

which led me to this.

[Exhales sharply]

That looks like a grave to me.

Yes, it does.

From the color and consistency
of the soil at the bottom,

it looks like what Mae
found on Malcolm's body.

Yeah. I thought so, too.

So what are we saying? That
this grave was dug for Malcolm?

No. [Sighs] I believe this
one has already been used.

See, I got dry blood
here on the rock bottom.

There's also displaced dirt
here at the bottom of the grave.

There's also some blood
here on these exposed roots.

I'm thinking whoever was buried here

used those roots to haul himself up.

[Gasping]

[Grunting]

So you're telling me our John
Doe came out of this grave,

walked down the hill,
and k*lled Malcolm?

Based on the dust and
the trail? I think so.

♪♪

[Indistinct voices overlapping]

Woman: ... trusted you.

[Overlapping voices continue]

[High-pitched ringing, voices continue]

Shut up! [Gasping]

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Camera shutter clicking]

[Click]

[British accent] Can I help you?

What are you doing?!

- [s*ab]
- Ah!

Aah...

[Blade whooshes] [Woman grunts]

Woman: This is wrong!

- Shut up!
- [Overlapping voices resume]

Shut up!

Man: I don't even know you.

- Why'd you k*ll me?
- Just 'cause?

[Overlapping voices continue]

Woman: What are you doing? No!

[Overlapping voices continue]

[Clicks open, flicks]

Okay, so why would a guy
climb out of the grave

to k*ll Malcolm?

I mean, did he witness a crime?

Well, could be. But he did
just come out of a grave,

so I'm assuming he
was hurt, disoriented,

maybe oxygen deprived.

Maybe he got confused and thought

Malcolm was the guy who
initially tried to k*ll him.

I only see two sets of shoe prints.

I got the size s here,
which I tracked back

from Malcolm's crime scene.

You have those, the size s,

which lead in the other direction.

I'm assuming they came from whoever put

our John Doe in the grave.

[Cellphone rings]

Seger.

Thank you.

That was Superintendent McDaniels.

We got another body. Gutted.

Her name's Sandy Weeks,
. British tourist.

Her ID was on the body as well
as a hotel key for Chancla West,

an all-inclusive resort in Montego Bay.

That's on the other side of the island.

How'd she get out here?

The concierge at the resort told me

that Ms. Weeks rented one of
their scooters for the day.

We also found this by the body.

[Beeping]

Butterflies.

Looks like she went on a nature jaunt.

You said she rented a scooter?

Yes, but it's missing.

We also found the same set
of shoe prints, size ,

as we found at Malcolm's m*rder.

They lead up to the
scooter, but they disappear.

So the UnSub took it.

I already put out an APB.

Gutting's a pretty extreme MO.

Impartial, hard to
do, easy to get wrong.

Yes, and it makes me think
this guy's done it before.

I'd check all your criminal databases.

See if you can find a similar MO.

Right.

So I thought the John
Doe was expressing remorse

by putting that cross on Malcolm's arm,

but then there's no sign
of remorse on Sandy's body.

He just tried to burn her instead.

I don't get this guy.

Yeah, it smells like he used gasoline.

- Hey.
- Hmm?

Check this out.

Well, at least we know where he got it.

Chancla West. It's
where Sandy was staying.

Must've got it off the
scooter that she rented.

It's empty.

Obviously, she was gutted
before she was b*rned.

You think he b*rned her
while she was still alive?

It's possible.

- So it wasn't sadism per Se.
- Maybe it was a counter-measure.

I guess.

But look at this burn pattern.

It doesn't exactly cover anything.

It's just concentrated
around the edges of her body.

It's not very effective
as a counter-measure.

Yeah, it's almost like he
circled her body with fire.

Yeah.

And why would you steal
a scooter and then use

all the rest of the gas on
a partial counter-measure?

[Horns honking]

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

You okay?

[Telephone rings in distance]

Yeah, I'm great.

McDaniels tells me he couldn't
find a match to the gutting MO,

and Monty said he couldn't find
anything useful on social media.

So all I have is an
erratic UnSub and no leads.

I'm sorry.

Yesterday, Ryan's handler

told me that Ryan was transferred

out of Cuareño Penitentiary,

but the Bureau has no
idea where he was moved.

Jack, you know that's
probably just prison protocol.

But what if it isn't?

I had to tell Karen,
told her what happened.

That I had to leave our
son in a prison in Mexico.

That was the backstop
plan. You had no choice.

She handled it with such grace...

and faith.

I promised Ryan would be home safe.

I know that is a promise
I should never have made,

but I did.

Now they can't find him.

Jack, everything is gonna be okay.

Ryan's a great agent.

And he's great because
you taught him everything

he needs to know.

Now you have to trust him.

We found the scooter.

It had run out of gas
and abandoned here,

two miles from where
we found Sandy's body.

From the trajectory it looks like

he's heading towards Kingston.

We also tested the water
bottle Agent Simmons found

at the crime scene.

We discovered Malcolm's
DNA and fingerprints on it.

So it was his bottle.

But we also found foreign DNA. Male.

We ran it through our
system, but no hit.

I'd like to send it to my
guy in Quantico as well.

We can hit all the major
international databases.

Of course.

So John Doe came out of the
grave, he gutted Malcolm,

and then took a drink
from his water bottle?

I think John Doe is attacking
people for things he needs...

Malcolm's water...

Sandy's scooter.

Basic survival instincts.

Okay, so he needs things.

But what I don't
understand is the v*olence.

Surely he could've gotten
the scooter and the water

without resorting to
such extreme measures.

Yeah, well, v*olence like
this could be indicative

of past trauma or twisted psychopathy.

Or it could be that his
mind's blown. Literally.

I ran the blood from the
grave and I found the presence

of GSR and brain enzymes in it.

I think that our John Doe

was sh*t in the head and he survived.

Banner: Is that even possible?

Mae: It's rare, but if the caliber

and trajectory were just right, yes.

Depending on the path that
b*llet took through his brain,

he could be facing any
number of neurological issues.

Yep. Ranging from heightened paranoia

to total loss of impulse control.

Well, that could explain the violent

and seemingly impulsive kills.

As well as his shifting focus

from remorse to
forensic countermeasures.

Head out to all the
hospitals in the area.

See if anyone's checked in
with a b*llet wound to the head.

[Breathing heavily] No. No more.

[Indistinct voices overlapping]

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone!

[Overlapping voices continue]

Malcolm: Why'd you k*ll me?

Stop it.

Stop it. Go away!

[Overlapping voices continue]

Me did what me have to do!

Me did what me have to do!

Sandy: I was just looking at
butterflies, and you k*lled me.

Why?

[Blade clicks]

Me did it right. Why are you here?

[Overlapping voices continue]

♪♪

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

[Horn honks]

[Reggae music playing]

[Indistinct conversations]

Drink off your poison
before you miss that bus.

[Speaks indistinctly]

Hold on, Mr. Driver, hold on, driver.

[Door closes]

♪♪

Have some music, man.

♪♪

Why are you here?

Huh?

Leave me alone!

Me did what me had to do!

Me did what me supposed to do!

Why are you here?!

[Breathing heavily]

[Blade clicks]

- [s*ab]
- [Groans]

♪♪

[Birds chirping]

CSI found a shell casing
next to the empty grave.

Now based on its position
next to the size footprints,

I think it was ejected
when the assailant

sh*t our John Doe.

Okay, and they find the b*llet?

No, but I found a print on the casing.

I took a picture already
and scanned it to Monty.

- Okay. Great.
- [Phone beeps]

Thanks, Simmons. See you soon.

- [Beep]
- Hey, Clara.

Look, we have been to three
of the closest hospitals

in the area... there's
no reports of anyone

having survived a head wound.

- He's still on the move.
- Considering his brain injury,

the fact that John Doe's moving at all

suggests that he has tremendous drive.

- So he's mission-oriented.
- Yeah, but where's he going?

And he's probably in shock
and operating on instinct

at this point.

He would go somewhere
familiar, somewhere safe.

Maybe he's going home.

He struck again.

k*lled a security guard
named Kyle Stephens.

Only this time, we have a witness.

Me see this youth, blade in him hand,

blood upon it, and him
bawl like one mad man.

What did he look like?

Well, medium size, beard,

dirty up.

Covered in dirt.

Who was he yelling at?

Nobody there.

Just a half conversation.
You understand.

Did you hear anything he was saying?

Crazy stuff like, "Why are you here?

Me did it right."

Him sick in him head.

Then what happened?

Him lift him head, look upon the guard,

and run him down.

Turn him around and jabbed
a blade in him belly.

Did you see where he went after that?

Yu mussi mad. No,
sir. I'm a Rasta man. Vegan.

Me cannot deal with that kind of thing.

I went back inside, closed me
door, and kept me head down.

So there's a holster but no g*n.

Bet that's why he was targeted.

John Doe may have needed a
more lethal w*apon than a Kn*fe.

Oh, well, isn't that comforting?

So we have a gutting, but no burning.

And this time he has been redressed.

Not only redressed, his
clothes are on inside out.

Yeah, I noticed that, too.
And I would say it's remorse,

but, I mean, this guy
doesn't seem to have

any hesitation in his kills.

Even his socks are inside out.

You know, the first victim
had a cross on his arm.

And our second victim was b*rned.

This is Obeah. It's Duppy rituals.

Duppy?

Clara: Well, the Jamaican
belief system Obeah

is very similar to voodoo in Haiti.

Its followers believe that
every person has two souls...

a good soul and an earthly soul.

When a person dies, the
good soul goes up to heaven

and is judged by God.

But the earthly soul remains
in the body for three days.

And if certain burial
rituals are not performed,

and in Obeah, there are many,

such as reversing the
deceased person's clothing,

drawing a cross on their
body using chalk or dust.

Or encircling the body with fire?

Yep. And that earthly spirit
can escape the body and become

and malevolent spirit called a Duppy.

And it's believed that
Duppies roam the earth

for all of eternity haunting people.

So the UnSub is performing
burial rights on his victims?

Yes, Jamaicans grow up
hearing Duppy stories.

They are used to impart a moral lesson,

much like fairy tales.

But the actual burial rituals themselves

are not very common in Jamaica today.

But our UnSub feels compelled
to enact these rituals

despite the fact he's operating
with diminished brain capacity.

Suggests his beliefs
are deeply entrenched.

So our John Doe's at odds with himself.

He's brutally violent,
yet he engaged in these

burial rituals which suggest remorse.

Yeah, but I believe this could
be a lot bigger than remorse.

The witness to Kyle's
m*rder said that John Doe

was talking to himself, hallucinating.

He was saying things
like, "Leave me alone"

and "I did it right."

So what if he was feeling
remorse, but he was also

feeling haunted by Duppies?

You know, and he's performing
all of these burial rituals

to keep them at bay.

[Dog barking]

[Indistinct voices overlapping]

[Breathing heavily]

[Overlapping voices continue]

Kyle: You're going to hell, boy.

I would've given you the key.

I would've given you a sip.

Straight to hell. To hell, boy.

Leave me alone!

I got a hit on the fingerprints

Simmons pulled from the b*llet casing.

Came back Damian Andrews.

Damian Andrews?

He's one of the biggest
kingpins in the Caribbean.

Justice and State
Departments have been trying

to extradite him for years, but no luck.

Why? Another Teflon Don?

Yeah, he controls Mercy
Cross here in Kingston.

It's a garrison community
similar to how Trenchtown

used to be, so he's
protected on all sides.

So we're saying he's the one
who put our UnSub in the grave.

Uh, a big fish like Andrews
ordinarily wouldn't do

his own dirty work.

Why not let a subordinate handle this?

Mostly likely Andrews
has an intimate connection

to the victim.

Had to do it himself.

Monty, can you give me a
list of his known associates?

Yeah, and considering
Andrews's international reach,

I'll run what I find through NCAVC

and see if that gutting MO comes up.

[Typing on keyboard]

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[Indistinct conversations]

Okay, so Damian Andrews has

a lot of people working with him,

but I was able to identify
one person of interest,

one of his posse named Zion Andrews.

Now due to Zion's age,
the case had been sealed,

but I dug a little deeper
and found that Zion committed

his first m*rder at the age of

on the island of Antigua.

The victim was Tisha
Bailey, years old.

He gutted her.

You never forget your first, do you, Z?

No! No!

Me always wonder right after,

what would your mother think?

It would've k*lled her if
she wasn't dead already.

Me had to do it.

- Okay? Me had to.
- No, you didn't.

You didn't have to do me like that.

You didn't have to do
any of us like that.

You're going to hell, boy.

[Indistinct voices overlapping]

I don't even know what I did!

[Overlapping voices continue]

- [g*nsh*t]
- No, no, no!

- [g*nshots continue]
- [Overlapping voices continue]

Tisha's father, Brian Bailey,
worked for Damian Andrews,

but then for some insane
reason decided to swallow

a quarter of a key of Damian's cocaine

and mule it back to Antigua.

Damian found out and
then he had Zion gut Tisha

as symbolic payback.

It earned Zion the
nickname "The Sticker."

You said his name is Zion Andrews.

Is he related to Damian?

It's complicated. See,
school records tell me

that Zion grew up in Mercy Cross,

the only son of a single mother
named Ashanti Clarke

who supported them in her
work as Obeah priestess.

Now she passed away when Zion was .

Looks like Zion was a track star.

He was headed to the Junior Olympics.

People thought of him
as the next Usain Bolt.

Yeah, and he got good grades.

Teachers said he was well-adjusted.

So how'd he cross with Damian?

Seems Damian was initially a
booster, buying Zion shoes,

paying his fees for competitions.

After his mother d*ed,
Damian adopted him.

- Well, now that's generous.
- No, I doubt it.

Damian's a sociopath
who's been diagnosed with

narcissistic personality disorder.

And so he sees people only as
reflections of his self-worth,

not as individuals with
needs or wants of their own.

Yeah, I bet Damian expected
Zion to become world famous.

He was trying to cement
that relationship,

and it would suit him to
have a gold medalist as a son.

Yeah, only Zion tore
his ACL when he was .

And never recovered.

Which is when Damian
turned him into a k*ller.

Yeah, although a reluctant one.

Says here that when they caught him,

Zion immediately confessed.

He even threw up during
the interrogation.

Well, that would explain the remorse

and the rituals we've seen.

He was a good kid until
Damian got a hold of him.

The Antiguan police
offered to cut Zion a deal

if he implicated Damian,
but he obviously refused.

It's kind of hard to rat
out your own father figure.

Yeah, being focused to gut
someone is pretty traumatic.

It could be that this first k*ll

was so deeply impressed upon him,

that's the reason he's resorting to it

in his diminished mental state.

It looks like Zion served
four years in juvie

for the m*rder, then he
moved back in with Damian

at his Mercy Cross fortification.

And let me guess, he kept k*lling.

Yeah, since then, police
suspect him of at least six

other murders all at Damian's behest.

It seems Zion has done everything

Damian asked him to do, so
why would he want to k*ll him?

Well, maybe Zion displeased
or disobeyed him in some way.

Regardless, I bet Zion's
wondering the same thing.

So he is going home.

Simmons: Yeah, but
considering Damian's the one

who tried to put Zion in the ground,

and plus the fact that Zion
picked up that g*n from Kyle,

I doubt he's returning for comfort.

He wants revenge.

[Squawking on TV]

[Remote clicks]

But wait.

You come back?

[Chuckles]

My boy.

My son.

You come back.

Yes, Papa.

Me come back.

Hmm.

Me has something me want to tell you.

Somebody sh*t me.

But then...

then me remember.

[Body thuds]

It was you.

♪♪

[Police radio chatter]

[Officers chatter]

Yes, sir!

[Doors close]

- Right here.
- Shaw, I want you out back.

- Cover any rear points of egress.
- Yes, sir.

Clara, you go with him.

Maintain your cover at all times

and hold your sh*ts if possible.

We need both these guys alive.

Are you sure?

I think if we have the chance
to take Damian Andrews out,

- we should.
- We k*ll him,

hundreds of crimes go unresolved,

and his contacts go free.

We capture him alive.

Everybody talks, it's
just a question of when.

Dead, he's a hero. Alive,
he's just another snitch.

Me did everything you tell me to.

Me did everything you tell me to!

Calm yourself now, man.

Me did everything you tell me to.

So how come Jubilee
still alive then, eh?

You call that doing
what I tell you to do?

- But she was pregnant!
- That no matter!

You do what I say.

I'm your father.

Why? Why you do it to me?

And you cursed me to hell.

They follow me everywhere.

FBI! Drop the g*n.

Zion Andrews,

you need to put the g*n down... now.

No.

If it's hell me a-going,
me take him with me.

Zion, we know you feel haunted.

That you can never be
forgiven, but you can.

No. No, me can't.

We understand what
Damian has done to you.

And what you know about
what I did to him, agent man?

You used him. You corrupted him.

Corrupted him?

This ghetto boy not worth a
thing until I give him my name,

you hear me?

I made him my son.

And how him repay me? With disrespect!

[Panting, grunting]

With weakness.

And a son of mine can't be weak.

A son must obey him father.

[g*n clicks]

You're no father. You're a coward.

You took a kid with dashed
dreams and no other options

and you turned him into a surrogate

to do your dirty work.

Zion's not weak. You are.

Ah!

Hands! Give me your hands!

- [Grunting]
- [Kicks g*n away]

I knew it.

- Couldn't k*ll me, agent man.
- [Handcuffs click]

You're weak, too.

Oh, no. I got exactly what I want.

You alive in custody,

about to give me everything I need

to take down everything you built.

Up! Get up!

Good. Good. Got him. Thank you.

- [Phone beeps]
- The U.S. Marshals will

be down to pick up Damian Andrews

and bring him back to the States.

It's for the best.

Yeah, Jamaican prison is
probably not the best place

for someone like Damian Andrews.

He'd run it like a hotel.

Do you know what happened to Zion?

They found the b*llet...
still lodged in his brain.

But they removed it and said
he will make a full recovery.

I'm sorry for what
happened to him. I truly am,

but he still must be
prosecuted for his crimes.

Yeah, of course.

The FBI legal attaché will be
in touch with any information

we get from Damian.

Together, we're gonna put them all away.

Thank you for everything.

[Pats back]

[Telephones ring in distance]

Uncle Calvin.

[Sniffles]

I knew it wasn't you.

Let's go home.

Okay, hurry, because the
BAU has oh-so-generously

rescheduled the team-building exercises.

Oh, and you sound so happy about it.

- [Cellphone ringing]
- Only because I value my life.

Oh, come on.

- Monty: See you soon.
- [Phone beeps]

Excuse me.

Yes, yes. I understand.

Thank you.

- [Phone beeps]
- All good?

Yeah.

You were right.

It was just procedure.

They couldn't tell me
until Ryan was out of

the Mexican prison system,
but he completed his mission.

He's coming home.

That's great news, Jack.

♪♪