Émission TV: Criminal Minds - 18x8
Previously on Criminal Minds: Evolution...
Becca.
Evan.
Hi.
Hi.
Law School Evan.
I think you are trying to reignite the flame between you and Rebecca.
I asked you two to dinner to introduce you to my fiancée.
You're engaged.
The unsubs in this revised network are coming fast and furious.
We've been profiling the followers.
We need to profile the leader.
Voit's disciple.
Voit insists he'd never had a second-in-command, someone to take over in his absence.
How you doing there, Lee?
What's the matter, boy?
You look like you seen a ghost.
That is a next-level deepfake.
Same kind used on BAU-Gate.
If you were my uncle, you'd have nothing to do with running a network of killers.
Jeff Darcy says there's an issue that's come up in the case.
Wants to meet at his office as soon as possible.
Get down!
Man, I just had the...
weirdest dream.
It was terrible, actually.
We were driving and...
Oh, no, no, w-we had parked.
And I got shot.
Twice.
Uh, hello?
Love of your life just had a nightmare.
I could use a cuddle, hon.
Babe?
Hmm.
Ah, it's freezing in here.
Uh, babe, can you get me a cup of coffee?
Rebecca?
Rebecca, where are you?
Your brain is misfiring, that's all this is.
It's just a misfire.
You just...
You need to pull yourself out of this or you're gonna spiral, so just snap out of it, all right?
Just...
Oh, just wake up, okay?
Just wake...
up.
All right.
If anyone's listening...
here's the thing, I'm good.
I swear, I-I don't need the light or whatever this is.
Not now, not yet.
I have plenty of stuff to do still.
If you know me even a little bit, you'd know I'm good, I've got it.
And here's the thing, I have lived a good life.
A great life.
I have no regrets.
I have nothing...
to work out.
Nothing to fucking work out.
Oh, God.
That wasn't a dream.
I'm not ready for this.
I don't want this.
I don't want to die by myself.
She's in V fib.
Charging at 200.
Clear.
Clear.
No change, let's go again.
300.
Clear.
Clear. "
If most of us remain ignorant of ourselves, "it is because self-knowledge is painful and we prefer the pleasures of illusion."
Aldous Huxley.
Have you seen Penelope?
I assumed she went home.
Well, she's not answering her phone.
Well, she needs time.
I know.
How you holding up?
I'm not.
I'm heading home, too.
Unless you've got something?
Not really.
Oh, it sounds like I'm about to put on a pot of coffee.
Well, he said it himself: T-The show that the Disciple put on today was about trying to reawaken Voit, the killer.
Yeah, he was trying to stir up all those old feelings inside of him by pretending to be his uncle and then killing a man with spiders right in front of him.
Fortunately, it didn't work.
Not yet.
We will be ready next time.
Yeah, but there's something about how this was staged that-that suggests that the Disciple knows more about Voit and his condition than Orlov could've ever told him.
What are you getting at?
The Disciple knows that Voit's memory is triggered by being face to face with somebody.
This AI Cyrus is a pretty damn good imitation.
So, what?
Someone in the hospital is...
Let's just lock everything down.
That's all I'm saying.
Let's review background checks.
The works.
Well, we could have Voit transferred.
Or we keep him right where he is.
M-Maybe the Disciple comes to him.
But we'll be ready next time.
Okay.
I'll go check in with Dr.
Ochoa.
Elias?
It's late, why are you...
Shh, shh.
People always looks so peaceful when they're like that, don't they?
Yes, they do.
I remember when my girls were babies, someone told us that they, um, they need skin-to-skin contact.
So, after I fed them, I'd take my shirt off and just wrap a blanket around us.
Never gonna have that again, am I?
You know, it's probably time we start talking about next steps.
What do you mean?
I know the BAU doesn't want you thinking about this, they want you focused on their investigation, but...
Elias, at some point, you're going to prison.
So, it's important that you work on accepting that.
Preparing for that.
I know, I understand why, I just...
Just don't want to.
I know.
You believe I can be different, right?
I believe you are different.
So does she.
Dr.
Ochoa.
Uh, I need to speak with you, but let me take care of this first.
Penelope.
W-What?
Wake up.
Oh.
Wow.
Um...
May I walk you out?
Sure.
Sorry.
Oh, don't...
Don't be.
And thank you.
I know it probably sounds crazy...
It doesn't.
But it's like...
Voit is the only one who can possibly understand what's going on inside my head right now.
Okay, Penelope, you don't need to...
Rebecca.
Emily?
Rebecca, what's wrong?
Uh, it's Tara.
She's been...
shot.
And Evan, too.
Wh...
A-Are you...
I-I'm all right.
I'm fine.
Um...
We were fucking ambushed.
Okay, where are you?
St.
Colette's Hospital.
And, um, Evan looks as if he's going to be all right.
They said t-the bullet just passed through his shoulder.
But, uh, Tara, sh-she was...
she was shot twice.
And she's still in surgery.
We're on our way.
Okay, what?
Forceps.
Yes.
Let's try a little exploratory.
Sponge stick.
Mom?
You didn't think I'd let you go through this alone, did you?
Come.
Sit.
You know, I'd ask you how you're doing, but...
I already know the answer.
I'm dying.
We don't have much time.
But first, I...
I do need to ask a favor.
Can we go somewhere else?
Anywhere.
Just as long as it's...
not so...
sad.
Thank you.
This is much better.
Y-You know why I'm here, right?
Apparently, most people experience something like this.
Wait, did you?
Well, my mother helped me, too, but...
maybe it's a mother/daughter tradition.
Wow.
Don't get much of it in real life, and then right before you die, bonus round.
There it is.
What?
You making a joke out of everything.
I...
I wasn't being funny.
You also weren't being honest.
You made a lot of memories, Tara.
Not enough, but...
Have you forgotten all of the good?
It's pretty hard, Mom, when the bad was so incredibly bad.
Have you forgotten that?
Something happens on this side.
You figure out all of the mistakes, the big ones, the little ones.
They're part of being human.
It's how you handle them that matters.
So, what, you think you took responsibility for your behavior?
Maybe I didn't give you every reason for every decision that I made, for every mistake, but...
I owned them, and I moved on.
Or else I'd get stuck.
Like you.
Okay, I-I...
I'm...
I'm not stuck.
All right?
In case you haven't been watching lately, my life is great.
I love my job, I have a girlfriend...
Rebecca?
Yeah.
Does she love you, too?
Yes, she does.
Really?
It doesn't look like it.
See, that's what I mean.
You're still having a hard time with commitment.
What part of "we live together" is confusing to you?
Month-to-month lease?
It's practical.
It's noncommittal.
Okay, I-I-I do not want to do this.
Yeah.
You do.
No, I don't.
I do not want to fight with my dead mother.
Yes, you do.
You have to fight.
You have to fight!
Two projectiles causing open pneumothoraxes.
Yes, Doctor.
First projectile exited left of the thoracic spine, but the second is lodged in the abdominal aorta.
We have intravascular bullet embolization.
We're gonna have to move on this quickly.
Forceps.
Thank you.
Yeah, of course.
Hey.
I haven't heard anything new.
Okay, what happened?
Voit's lawyer, Jeff Darcy, asked Tara, me and Evan to go to his office to talk about something that came up new in the case.
What?
I have no fucking idea.
A-And then we got there, and we were walking toward the elevator, and then this man just came out of nowhere...
And Tara saw him first, and then she pushed me out of the way.
Okay, we're here for you.
We're here for you.
Thank you.
And, um...
Oh, God.
The man with the gun.
He was wearing a Yase-Otoko mask.
Goddamn.
Shooter was lying in wait.
Why would I trust anybody willing to represent Voit?
What the fuck do we know about this Jeff Darcy?
We know that he's dead.
D.C.
Metro had a warrant to enter his office, and they found him sitting there at his desk.
Bullet hole, point-blank to the back of his head.
Wearing a Yase-Otoko mask.
Staged just like Orlov.
And his office was ransacked.
Ransacked?
That's a bit off, isn't it?
Our profile suggests the violence the Disciple is willing to commit is meant to provoke a response from Voit.
It's not cover for some kind of smash-and-grab.
Uh, tonight, uh, this so-called "Disciple" staged an attack on one of our own.
So, now, we should assume we're all targets.
Accordingly, I have assigned protective details to all of your homes, and the hospital.
Question.
Who's tired?
Nobody's tired?
We've been up all night.
We haven't showered or changed.
I'm starting to stink.
But nobody wants to go home?
Go to bed?
Fine.
I'll say it.
I'm tired.
I'm tired of this group of assholes coordinating in ways we can't predict.
Because it makes a mockery of our skills as law enforcement agents.
But you know what I'm tired of the most?
I'm tired of him.
However, given the circumstances...
we need every resource at our disposal.
Even if we don't like them.
I'm too tired to be polite.
Which means I can't tell any of you that this will work.
I can't tell you we're going to catch the bad guy, or the good guy's gonna make it out of surgery.
We can't afford to have that kind of wishful thinking right now.
So, I'm gonna ask you again.
Who's tired?
Okay.
That's more like it.
So here's what we're gonna do.
We are going to acknowledge our collective exhaustion.
And then we're gonna think of Tara.
And every time we feel tired, we are gonna remember where she is and what she's going through.
And then we're going to get back to work.
Any questions?
Good.
Now let's do our fucking jobs.
Rebecca?
Yes?
I'm Michelle, Evan's fiancée.
Oh...
I got here as soon as I could.
Evan's gonna be all right.
Dr.
Weisberg said they may even be able to release him tonight.
Oh, thank God.
Yeah.
Wait, h-how's Tara?
Uh...
I don't know.
They haven't given me an update in a while.
I can't believe this.
Do you have any idea who would hurt them?
Oh, God, I wish I knew.
Would it be...
Would it be all right if, um...
Can I...
Can I hug you?
Oh, yeah.
Okay, now maybe it's nothing, but the unsub shoots Tara twice, center mass.
You see that?
Yeah, unfortunately, I do.
Okay, and then he turns to Evan.
And right...
right there, he hesitates.
Then re-aims, and shoots Evan in the shoulder.
Why...
why stop, why not take the kill shot?
Wait, can we just...
To right before he shoots him?
Yeah.
Yeah...
It's weird, it seems like they make eye contact.
Yeah.
Almost like they...
know each other.
Um, how is Agent Lewis?
Uh...
Last I heard, she was still in surgery, so...
That's not fair.
She's such a good person.
Yeah.
She is.
I know what you're thinking, it's...
it's weird that we're sitting here talking like old friends after all the shit I put you through.
Okay.
All right, where are those blood bags?
Coming right up.
Okay, let's go inspect a little bit more.
I'm sure there's...
Look at you.
You not only work for the FBI, you're in its most elite unit.
Ever wonder why?
I don't know.
Because I'm driven, ambitious?
Formidable.
I'll take it.
A workaholic.
Hey.
But, also, completely accurate.
I love this.
We're not fighting.
Did I just jinx it?
I know you're all these things, but I don't know if you understand why.
What, you want me to break down my origin story?
No, I was there, remember?
I helped write it.
It's everything that's happened since I left.
That's what we need to talk about.
You're a high-functioning overachiever who became a fixer to avoid grief.
But unprocessed heartbreak like yours?
It weighs you down.
Yeah, okay, but it also m-made me who I am.
So, honestly, I wouldn't change a thing.
Really?
Nothing?
Well, it would've been great if you'd told me you were dying of cancer a hell of a lot sooner.
I was trying to protect you because you'd have left school.
Mom, I needed more time with you.
Yes, and that made you angry.
Of course it did.
But you didn't get angry.
What was I supposed to do?
I couldn't get angry at you, you were dying.
You couldn't back then, but you have to now.
You have to let it all out.
We got a bleeder.
Suction.
Not ready.
Clamp.
Come on...
We're losing her.
You wanted to see me?
I did.
Please.
Uh, I wanted to let you know that we are going to be reviewing the background checks on your staff.
And I'm going to recommend that your nursing staff be completely turned over every two weeks.
A new nursing staff every two weeks?
That's impossible.
Unfortunately, it has become an unavoidable security precaution.
Okay.
Well, what about me?
Your reputation precedes you.
Still, has anyone approached you?
No.
Agent Prentiss, even if someone did, I swore an oath to protect my patients.
I would never talk about Elias with anyone.
I want to trust you, Doctor.
But I can't take any chances when the lives of my team are at stake.
I do understand.
Thank you.
I also wanted to ask you something.
Sure.
Based on the progress Voit made, when he worked with Penelope Garcia building the computer, and given Agent Green's personal history with Voit, I was wondering what you thought...
What I thought about Elias continuing to work with Agent Green?
Took the words right out of my mouth.
Well...
from what Elias has shared with me, I think...
I think it just might be the best thing for both of them.
Anything popping out at you?
No, just a bunch of people who died because they crossed paths with me.
All these people.
My lawyer.
Now maybe Lewis.
It's like I'm a serial killer again, only my MO is twisted collateral damage.
Yeah, you're like a disease.
You said it yourself, actually. "
A social contagion."
Y-you probably don't remember that, right?
No, I do not.
But, um, when I told you about Alison, there was something else that...
Just...
Told me all I need.
Okay.
Analysis came back on the spent casings we recovered from the garage where Tara was shot.
You want to take a look?
Sure.
Oof.
What's that look like to you?
Looks like Mr.
Lonelyheart.
Who?
It's this guy, he called himself Mr.
Lonelyheart.
He wanted to leave these casings at murder scenes as, like, little love notes.
He was an incel, I had to kick him off the network.
Why?
Killing's fun, misogyny isn't?
No.
Because he posted a rant on the network and then posted the exact same rant on a public forum, verbatim.
Sort of digital footprint would've crippled the network, so h-he had to go.
What's the public forum?
It's one of those pickup artist websites where they give you great advice on how to "pick up chicks."
Hey.
Any news?
Well, they're letting Evan out tonight, thankfully.
Uh, still working on Tara.
But Rebecca is talking to a doctor, so fingers crossed, good news.
I hope so.
Listen, I, uh, I thought I could handle this on my own, but I'm in your office trying to run a search.
You're in my office?
Yeah, I didn't want to bother you.
Yeah, I-I get that, but y-you don't have access to my computer.
Yeah, well, I know that now.
Oh, mere mortal, did you think you could hack it?
I thought it wouldn't be locked.
Anyway, uh, hold on.
He thought it wouldn't be locked?
He thought it wouldn't...
All right, what are we looking for?
Um, I think I may have a lead on Tara's shooter.
And it all comes down to a posting by a Mr.
Lonelyheart on a website called nowshesyours.com I'm texting you the link now.
Oh...
Men are pigs.
That's true.
Uh, still though, can I get a IP trace?
'Kay.
Let's find us this piglet.
Are you touching my stuff?
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
This is the man you think shot Tara?
Maybe.
His name's Robert Kinney.
And Voit remembered him?
Voit remembered the hearts he likes to carve into his bullets.
And his misogynist rantings on a pickup artist website.
And since this guy spent last year behind bars for assaulting a woman, his DNA's in the system.
So, I'm having that run against the two DNA samples we recovered from the mask.
You seem hesitant.
Is there a reason why we shouldn't be bringing him in for questioning?
First, he's got no address.
Just a P.O.
Box.
But the other thing is, the DA who put Bob Kinney away the first time...
was this guy.
Huh.
Could be why they targeted him.
Could be.
But...
didn't you think the shooter and Evan shared this kind of curious moment?
I did.
And didn't Tara think that Evan was interested in Rebecca again?
Yeah, she thought it was peacocking.
Yeah.
It's a classic pickup artist technique.
Same kind you'd find on that very same website Kinney posted on.
Again, coincidence.
Plus, Evan's engaged.
Right.
But some guys can't get out of their own way.
He might be one of them.
So, I pulled his records, and he filed a request to work at Quantico, where an old flame of his works.
And where he gets access to everything he needs to know about this new serial killer network.
How they operate, the masks they wear.
Tyler, are-are you really trying to convince us that Evan Delray is part of the Sicarius network?
No.
I'm...
suggesting that Evan may have helped stage Tara's shooting to look like the Sicarius network did it.
So, you think he hired Kinney to shoot Tara twice and shoot him, then frame the network?
That's a hell of a story.
Uh-huh.
It is, but are you familiar with the Stuart case up in Boston?
Husband kills wife in what looks like an attempted carjacking.
But he really just shot his wife and himself to make it look good.
And in this case, you think Evan wants to get Tara out of the way so he can have Rebecca all to himself...
?
Yeah, Tyler, I'm not inclined to accuse a DOJ lawyer of conspiracy to commit murder without some irrefutable evidence.
You mean like Evan's DNA?
On what?
The mask, on Jeff Darcy.
I'm running it now.
How did you get Evan's DNA?
Touch DNA, on Voit's paperwork.
Jesus.
But if you're right...
Thank you.
Becca...
Evan, my God.
All right.
Ooh, ooh, careful.
These drugs aren't that good.
Sorry.
Um, here, come.
You know, Michelle is here.
She just went to go get us some coffee, but she'll be right back.
Hey.
It's okay.
Yours was the first face I wanted to see.
I am so sorry.
Oh, my God, no.
No, no, no.
It's not your fault.
I'm just so glad you're okay.
How's Tara?
Um...
They got the bullets out.
But, uh, still...
I mean...
What if, you know...
Hey.
No matter what happens next, we're gonna get through it together.
Okay?
You're safe.
I'm not going anywhere.
Yeah.
Promise.
Uh, forceps, please.
Trying to find the...
Here we go, to me.
Can I get more suction?
Yes, Doctor.
Okay, here, remove the hemostats, but maintain compression there.
Okay.
I see the bleeding point.
I see that, too.
I'm going to tether it with a Prolene stitch.
How does all of this make you feel?
Numb.
You're not angry?
What is it with you and anger?
You skipped that stage of grief.
I did not want to come back here.
And yet, you brought us back.
This is the last day that I saw you alive.
It was even worse than when you died.
But you didn't cry.
You didn't yell, or...
scream into a pillow.
Well, I...
I didn't know how to process any of it, I-I still don't.
But I hated that you weren't here.
For so many reasons.
I...
You never got to see who I became.
I couldn't come to you for advice, or a hug.
But you know what really pissed me off?
Was what happened to Dad and Gabriel.
They were lost without you.
And so they drank.
They drank until they didn't feel that loss anymore.
And I tried, Mom, but I could not fill the void that you left.
I couldn't save them.
I am so sorry.
All right.
Blood loss contained.
Now let's close up this hole.
You know, that is cruel and unusual punishment for you guys to be drinking that in front of a guy who can only have, like, ice chips.
Well, the punishment's on us.
This isn't great.
Oh.
Oh, my sister.
Sorry.
Hey, Meg.
Yeah, yeah, he's okay.
Well, he'll be in a sling for a while, but they're telling us that he should be discharged any minute now, so, yeah.
She seems great.
She is.
She reminds me of you.
So, talk to me, tell me, uh...
all the dark places that your mind is taking you tonight.
Just...
how can I forgive myself?
For what?
The last words I said to Tara were a dig.
You know, I was teasing her about how she can't...
Let her guard down.
Yeah.
But now, it's...
I don't care about any of that, I just want her to be all right.
You know, Becca, you really should go home.
No.
How could I leave?
Tara is gonna take time to heal.
I'm about to get discharged, so we could go back to your house, you can rest and I can keep my eye on you.
No, I can't.
Hey.
You got to take care of yourself, too.
Hey.
Oh, thank you for coming.
Yeah, yeah.
We had to make sure you were okay.
Hey.
Hey.
Also, there's been a development in the case.
So, we need to take Evan and have him review some photo evidence.
Yeah.
Sure, a-any way I can help.
Great.
You recognize this guy?
Yeah.
Yeah, Bob Kinney.
Uh, total whackjob.
You think he's the shooter?
We do.
So I was the target?
Certainly a possibility.
You seriously can't be thinking...
All right.
Jesus.
I know this game.
All right?
I got a history with the shooter, so y-you're trying to figure out...
whether I was in on it, or if I'm a victim.
Your DNA is on the mask that was left on Jeff Darcy's dead body.
What the fuck?
Oh, Luke, come on.
T-There's no way that...
It's obviously been planted.
How?
Well, I don't fucking know.
Look, I-I...
I get how this sounds.
I-I can hear myself saying it.
How a guy I arrested shot me through the shoulder after he shot Tara twice...
And Rebecca, not even once.
Yeah, I-I can't...
I...
I cannot explain it.
And I don't need to.
I need to talk to my lawyer.
JJ showed you the surveillance tape of the shooting?
Yeah, she did.
We suspect that the look between the...
The masked man and Evan was more than just recognition?
Mm.
We believe that Evan Delray hired Robert Kinney to kill Tara.
M-Motive?
Romantic rivalry.
Well, there's easier ways to get rid of a romantic rival.
There are.
And that's what's bugging you.
I'll bet you found some of Evan's DNA where you didn't expect it.
On a mask.
Planted on your dead lawyer's body.
Well...
that is what I would do.
That's why I'm here.
I'm worried that the Disciple is using all of this to, uh, twist us into knots, uh, distract us from what's really going on here.
Well, what was going on in that garage?
Darcy called a meeting at 10:30 at night?
He did.
He said he-he found something related to both Tara and Rebecca and that it was important enough they should meet ASAP.
Darcy's place was tossed, wasn't it?
You think Darcy found something?
Something the Disciple needed time to catch and kill.
But what about Evan's DNA?
I-I don't know.
Does he have a wife?
A girlfriend?
If it were me, I'd start there.
No.
Evan's DNA must have been planted.
There's no other explanation.
Okay, so how would someone have...
Well, how should I know?
I mean, we've never done any of those DNA sites or anything like that.
We're super cautious.
Let me show you something.
Have you seen this man before?
I have.
He...
he came to the house the other day.
He was wearing a uniform.
He said that there was a gas leak next door and he needed to double-check our place.
So you let him in?
Yes.
And I was on a Zoom.
He went into the laundry room...
And took some of Evan's clothing.
Wouldn't he need spit or something like that?
No.
One touch is all he'd need.
Dave.
Garcia found security footage of Bob Kinney's car right outside of Evan and Michelle's home.
She run the plates?
She did.
Put out an APB.
They found him.
Casing was found at the scene.
Anybody want to wager whose DNA gets planted on that one?
You were right.
The Disciple really had us...
me, really...
chasing our tails.
But it means that whatever Darcy found buried in Voit's case file, it was important enough that the Disciple staged this scavenger hunt.
It's got to be a clue to his identity.
I'd say it's got to be the clue.
There are duplicate copies of Voit's case files.
We just have to start going over them again.
But what are we looking for?
Something in Voit's past that ties him together with Tara and Rebecca.
This whole thing is insane.
Won't get no argument from us.
Rebecca, do you recall anything in Voit's past that may have overlapped with yours in any...
Ugh, no, I'm sorry.
Emily, I just...
I'm too...
Tired?
Oh, God, that's not even a big enough word.
Can you ask me again, um...
maybe when Tara's...
Yes.
Of course.
Uh, it looks like we're gonna get an update.
Agent Lewis is out of surgery.
Oh!
- Oh, thank God.
However, she remains in critical condition.
So, for now, we're keeping her in the ICU.
'Kay.
Now, to be quite honest with you, Agent Lewis's prognosis is not what we might've hoped for.
And I think it would be for the best to let her immediate family know, so that they may be able to see her as soon as possible.
What are her chances?
It's...
truly so difficult to quantify.
But, I'd say, uh, over the next few hours, it's all going to come down to how strong she is.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay.
You know, this, um...
this weird thing happens when someone dies.
When the-the life that you had with them...
the only life you'd ever known...
ends.
It's, uh...
It-It's the little things, you know?
Like, um...
Like the phone rings or...
someone honks their horn and you're like... "
H-How...
how can you all just go on?"
The world needs to stop and-and feel what I'm feeling.
The world needs to know I'm not okay.
But it...
it doesn't.
It doesn't stop.
It just goes on, and...
eventually, people stop asking how you're doing.
Especially if you're not crying or talking about it.
They just...
They don't want to bring it up.
They don't want to know what it was like for me.
A motherless daughter.
So I just...
I pushed it all down.
Because the only person who could've helped me through all that grief was you.
Before I died, I worried that this loss would affect how you loved.
I knew it would set the stage for every other relationship to follow.
But I didn't know it would close you off to love.
To that falling.
Not stumbling.
That...
losing control and choosing of true commitment.
I don't know if you can hear me.
But I'm here.
So...
no matter how scared you are...
no matter how hurt you are...
I'm here.
Do you understand?
And I'll be here...
until you open your eyes.
Tara?
I-I poisoned Cyrus with naproxen.
I watched him die.
His body was found as you'd hoped.
Dead.
From kidney failure.
Captain Ballard told me when they luminol'd Cyrus' cabin, it lit up "like the 4th of July."
Yeah, but they only identified one body.
Maria Jones?
That's right.
She's the connection.
Maria?
Yeah.
She's the one person that connects me to Rebecca.
Rebecca prosecuted the wrong man for her death, right?
Silvio Herrera's not the Disciple.
Okay, that's not what I'm saying.
He now speaks on behalf of a victims' advocacy group.
Okay.
Great.
All I'm saying is, if Jeff found something that ties back to me, Rebecca, and Tara, it has to do with that case.
Look, we've been all over those records.
Darcy must've found something out there.
All right.
I'll check in with Captain Ballard, and maybe he can help us.
This is where you gather the evidence and build a profile.
That's right.
Caroline Lewis was a loving mother, a devoted wife in a miserable marriage.
And despite a fierce and prolonged battle...
died way too soon.
She left behind her husband, a son, and a devoted daughter.
Tara.
A young woman smarter than she ever was.
Who is full of life and love and loyalty.
A strong woman who has dedicated her life to helping those around her.
To fighting the wrongs of the world and...
to holding those responsible accountable.
To being fierce.
My hero.
Just so you know, don't worry so much about making mistakes.
Like what?
While Rebecca is telling you who you are, she's also telling you who she is, what it is she wants.
You're not the only one who wants to feel...
protected in a relationship.
Yeah.
Look, I know your dad and I weren't the picture-perfect marriage.
But we loved one another.
In our own way.
Just don't spend your life alone because you're looking for perfection...
or because you're afraid to do the hard work.
You've been alive longer than I've been dead, and it's time for you to help you.
You hear me?
I do.
I love you, Mommy.
I love you, too, sweetheart.
So, your Captain Ballard and I have double- and triple-checked the records for the Silvio Herrera case.
Nothing is missing.
Meaning there's no lead out there that has not been followed up on.
But?
But I did send your request to the sheriff's departments in Durham, Wade, and Granville Counties, asking for anything that they might have on this Cyrus LeBrun.
No stone unturned.
It's gonna be a waste of time.
We're talking about, what, uh, a traffic violation or a welfa
Becca.
Evan.
Hi.
Hi.
Law School Evan.
I think you are trying to reignite the flame between you and Rebecca.
I asked you two to dinner to introduce you to my fiancée.
You're engaged.
The unsubs in this revised network are coming fast and furious.
We've been profiling the followers.
We need to profile the leader.
Voit's disciple.
Voit insists he'd never had a second-in-command, someone to take over in his absence.
How you doing there, Lee?
What's the matter, boy?
You look like you seen a ghost.
That is a next-level deepfake.
Same kind used on BAU-Gate.
If you were my uncle, you'd have nothing to do with running a network of killers.
Jeff Darcy says there's an issue that's come up in the case.
Wants to meet at his office as soon as possible.
Get down!
Man, I just had the...
weirdest dream.
It was terrible, actually.
We were driving and...
Oh, no, no, w-we had parked.
And I got shot.
Twice.
Uh, hello?
Love of your life just had a nightmare.
I could use a cuddle, hon.
Babe?
Hmm.
Ah, it's freezing in here.
Uh, babe, can you get me a cup of coffee?
Rebecca?
Rebecca, where are you?
Your brain is misfiring, that's all this is.
It's just a misfire.
You just...
You need to pull yourself out of this or you're gonna spiral, so just snap out of it, all right?
Just...
Oh, just wake up, okay?
Just wake...
up.
All right.
If anyone's listening...
here's the thing, I'm good.
I swear, I-I don't need the light or whatever this is.
Not now, not yet.
I have plenty of stuff to do still.
If you know me even a little bit, you'd know I'm good, I've got it.
And here's the thing, I have lived a good life.
A great life.
I have no regrets.
I have nothing...
to work out.
Nothing to fucking work out.
Oh, God.
That wasn't a dream.
I'm not ready for this.
I don't want this.
I don't want to die by myself.
She's in V fib.
Charging at 200.
Clear.
Clear.
No change, let's go again.
300.
Clear.
Clear. "
If most of us remain ignorant of ourselves, "it is because self-knowledge is painful and we prefer the pleasures of illusion."
Aldous Huxley.
Have you seen Penelope?
I assumed she went home.
Well, she's not answering her phone.
Well, she needs time.
I know.
How you holding up?
I'm not.
I'm heading home, too.
Unless you've got something?
Not really.
Oh, it sounds like I'm about to put on a pot of coffee.
Well, he said it himself: T-The show that the Disciple put on today was about trying to reawaken Voit, the killer.
Yeah, he was trying to stir up all those old feelings inside of him by pretending to be his uncle and then killing a man with spiders right in front of him.
Fortunately, it didn't work.
Not yet.
We will be ready next time.
Yeah, but there's something about how this was staged that-that suggests that the Disciple knows more about Voit and his condition than Orlov could've ever told him.
What are you getting at?
The Disciple knows that Voit's memory is triggered by being face to face with somebody.
This AI Cyrus is a pretty damn good imitation.
So, what?
Someone in the hospital is...
Let's just lock everything down.
That's all I'm saying.
Let's review background checks.
The works.
Well, we could have Voit transferred.
Or we keep him right where he is.
M-Maybe the Disciple comes to him.
But we'll be ready next time.
Okay.
I'll go check in with Dr.
Ochoa.
Elias?
It's late, why are you...
Shh, shh.
People always looks so peaceful when they're like that, don't they?
Yes, they do.
I remember when my girls were babies, someone told us that they, um, they need skin-to-skin contact.
So, after I fed them, I'd take my shirt off and just wrap a blanket around us.
Never gonna have that again, am I?
You know, it's probably time we start talking about next steps.
What do you mean?
I know the BAU doesn't want you thinking about this, they want you focused on their investigation, but...
Elias, at some point, you're going to prison.
So, it's important that you work on accepting that.
Preparing for that.
I know, I understand why, I just...
Just don't want to.
I know.
You believe I can be different, right?
I believe you are different.
So does she.
Dr.
Ochoa.
Uh, I need to speak with you, but let me take care of this first.
Penelope.
W-What?
Wake up.
Oh.
Wow.
Um...
May I walk you out?
Sure.
Sorry.
Oh, don't...
Don't be.
And thank you.
I know it probably sounds crazy...
It doesn't.
But it's like...
Voit is the only one who can possibly understand what's going on inside my head right now.
Okay, Penelope, you don't need to...
Rebecca.
Emily?
Rebecca, what's wrong?
Uh, it's Tara.
She's been...
shot.
And Evan, too.
Wh...
A-Are you...
I-I'm all right.
I'm fine.
Um...
We were fucking ambushed.
Okay, where are you?
St.
Colette's Hospital.
And, um, Evan looks as if he's going to be all right.
They said t-the bullet just passed through his shoulder.
But, uh, Tara, sh-she was...
she was shot twice.
And she's still in surgery.
We're on our way.
Okay, what?
Forceps.
Yes.
Let's try a little exploratory.
Sponge stick.
Mom?
You didn't think I'd let you go through this alone, did you?
Come.
Sit.
You know, I'd ask you how you're doing, but...
I already know the answer.
I'm dying.
We don't have much time.
But first, I...
I do need to ask a favor.
Can we go somewhere else?
Anywhere.
Just as long as it's...
not so...
sad.
Thank you.
This is much better.
Y-You know why I'm here, right?
Apparently, most people experience something like this.
Wait, did you?
Well, my mother helped me, too, but...
maybe it's a mother/daughter tradition.
Wow.
Don't get much of it in real life, and then right before you die, bonus round.
There it is.
What?
You making a joke out of everything.
I...
I wasn't being funny.
You also weren't being honest.
You made a lot of memories, Tara.
Not enough, but...
Have you forgotten all of the good?
It's pretty hard, Mom, when the bad was so incredibly bad.
Have you forgotten that?
Something happens on this side.
You figure out all of the mistakes, the big ones, the little ones.
They're part of being human.
It's how you handle them that matters.
So, what, you think you took responsibility for your behavior?
Maybe I didn't give you every reason for every decision that I made, for every mistake, but...
I owned them, and I moved on.
Or else I'd get stuck.
Like you.
Okay, I-I...
I'm...
I'm not stuck.
All right?
In case you haven't been watching lately, my life is great.
I love my job, I have a girlfriend...
Rebecca?
Yeah.
Does she love you, too?
Yes, she does.
Really?
It doesn't look like it.
See, that's what I mean.
You're still having a hard time with commitment.
What part of "we live together" is confusing to you?
Month-to-month lease?
It's practical.
It's noncommittal.
Okay, I-I-I do not want to do this.
Yeah.
You do.
No, I don't.
I do not want to fight with my dead mother.
Yes, you do.
You have to fight.
You have to fight!
Two projectiles causing open pneumothoraxes.
Yes, Doctor.
First projectile exited left of the thoracic spine, but the second is lodged in the abdominal aorta.
We have intravascular bullet embolization.
We're gonna have to move on this quickly.
Forceps.
Thank you.
Yeah, of course.
Hey.
I haven't heard anything new.
Okay, what happened?
Voit's lawyer, Jeff Darcy, asked Tara, me and Evan to go to his office to talk about something that came up new in the case.
What?
I have no fucking idea.
A-And then we got there, and we were walking toward the elevator, and then this man just came out of nowhere...
And Tara saw him first, and then she pushed me out of the way.
Okay, we're here for you.
We're here for you.
Thank you.
And, um...
Oh, God.
The man with the gun.
He was wearing a Yase-Otoko mask.
Goddamn.
Shooter was lying in wait.
Why would I trust anybody willing to represent Voit?
What the fuck do we know about this Jeff Darcy?
We know that he's dead.
D.C.
Metro had a warrant to enter his office, and they found him sitting there at his desk.
Bullet hole, point-blank to the back of his head.
Wearing a Yase-Otoko mask.
Staged just like Orlov.
And his office was ransacked.
Ransacked?
That's a bit off, isn't it?
Our profile suggests the violence the Disciple is willing to commit is meant to provoke a response from Voit.
It's not cover for some kind of smash-and-grab.
Uh, tonight, uh, this so-called "Disciple" staged an attack on one of our own.
So, now, we should assume we're all targets.
Accordingly, I have assigned protective details to all of your homes, and the hospital.
Question.
Who's tired?
Nobody's tired?
We've been up all night.
We haven't showered or changed.
I'm starting to stink.
But nobody wants to go home?
Go to bed?
Fine.
I'll say it.
I'm tired.
I'm tired of this group of assholes coordinating in ways we can't predict.
Because it makes a mockery of our skills as law enforcement agents.
But you know what I'm tired of the most?
I'm tired of him.
However, given the circumstances...
we need every resource at our disposal.
Even if we don't like them.
I'm too tired to be polite.
Which means I can't tell any of you that this will work.
I can't tell you we're going to catch the bad guy, or the good guy's gonna make it out of surgery.
We can't afford to have that kind of wishful thinking right now.
So, I'm gonna ask you again.
Who's tired?
Okay.
That's more like it.
So here's what we're gonna do.
We are going to acknowledge our collective exhaustion.
And then we're gonna think of Tara.
And every time we feel tired, we are gonna remember where she is and what she's going through.
And then we're going to get back to work.
Any questions?
Good.
Now let's do our fucking jobs.
Rebecca?
Yes?
I'm Michelle, Evan's fiancée.
Oh...
I got here as soon as I could.
Evan's gonna be all right.
Dr.
Weisberg said they may even be able to release him tonight.
Oh, thank God.
Yeah.
Wait, h-how's Tara?
Uh...
I don't know.
They haven't given me an update in a while.
I can't believe this.
Do you have any idea who would hurt them?
Oh, God, I wish I knew.
Would it be...
Would it be all right if, um...
Can I...
Can I hug you?
Oh, yeah.
Okay, now maybe it's nothing, but the unsub shoots Tara twice, center mass.
You see that?
Yeah, unfortunately, I do.
Okay, and then he turns to Evan.
And right...
right there, he hesitates.
Then re-aims, and shoots Evan in the shoulder.
Why...
why stop, why not take the kill shot?
Wait, can we just...
To right before he shoots him?
Yeah.
Yeah...
It's weird, it seems like they make eye contact.
Yeah.
Almost like they...
know each other.
Um, how is Agent Lewis?
Uh...
Last I heard, she was still in surgery, so...
That's not fair.
She's such a good person.
Yeah.
She is.
I know what you're thinking, it's...
it's weird that we're sitting here talking like old friends after all the shit I put you through.
Okay.
All right, where are those blood bags?
Coming right up.
Okay, let's go inspect a little bit more.
I'm sure there's...
Look at you.
You not only work for the FBI, you're in its most elite unit.
Ever wonder why?
I don't know.
Because I'm driven, ambitious?
Formidable.
I'll take it.
A workaholic.
Hey.
But, also, completely accurate.
I love this.
We're not fighting.
Did I just jinx it?
I know you're all these things, but I don't know if you understand why.
What, you want me to break down my origin story?
No, I was there, remember?
I helped write it.
It's everything that's happened since I left.
That's what we need to talk about.
You're a high-functioning overachiever who became a fixer to avoid grief.
But unprocessed heartbreak like yours?
It weighs you down.
Yeah, okay, but it also m-made me who I am.
So, honestly, I wouldn't change a thing.
Really?
Nothing?
Well, it would've been great if you'd told me you were dying of cancer a hell of a lot sooner.
I was trying to protect you because you'd have left school.
Mom, I needed more time with you.
Yes, and that made you angry.
Of course it did.
But you didn't get angry.
What was I supposed to do?
I couldn't get angry at you, you were dying.
You couldn't back then, but you have to now.
You have to let it all out.
We got a bleeder.
Suction.
Not ready.
Clamp.
Come on...
We're losing her.
You wanted to see me?
I did.
Please.
Uh, I wanted to let you know that we are going to be reviewing the background checks on your staff.
And I'm going to recommend that your nursing staff be completely turned over every two weeks.
A new nursing staff every two weeks?
That's impossible.
Unfortunately, it has become an unavoidable security precaution.
Okay.
Well, what about me?
Your reputation precedes you.
Still, has anyone approached you?
No.
Agent Prentiss, even if someone did, I swore an oath to protect my patients.
I would never talk about Elias with anyone.
I want to trust you, Doctor.
But I can't take any chances when the lives of my team are at stake.
I do understand.
Thank you.
I also wanted to ask you something.
Sure.
Based on the progress Voit made, when he worked with Penelope Garcia building the computer, and given Agent Green's personal history with Voit, I was wondering what you thought...
What I thought about Elias continuing to work with Agent Green?
Took the words right out of my mouth.
Well...
from what Elias has shared with me, I think...
I think it just might be the best thing for both of them.
Anything popping out at you?
No, just a bunch of people who died because they crossed paths with me.
All these people.
My lawyer.
Now maybe Lewis.
It's like I'm a serial killer again, only my MO is twisted collateral damage.
Yeah, you're like a disease.
You said it yourself, actually. "
A social contagion."
Y-you probably don't remember that, right?
No, I do not.
But, um, when I told you about Alison, there was something else that...
Just...
Told me all I need.
Okay.
Analysis came back on the spent casings we recovered from the garage where Tara was shot.
You want to take a look?
Sure.
Oof.
What's that look like to you?
Looks like Mr.
Lonelyheart.
Who?
It's this guy, he called himself Mr.
Lonelyheart.
He wanted to leave these casings at murder scenes as, like, little love notes.
He was an incel, I had to kick him off the network.
Why?
Killing's fun, misogyny isn't?
No.
Because he posted a rant on the network and then posted the exact same rant on a public forum, verbatim.
Sort of digital footprint would've crippled the network, so h-he had to go.
What's the public forum?
It's one of those pickup artist websites where they give you great advice on how to "pick up chicks."
Hey.
Any news?
Well, they're letting Evan out tonight, thankfully.
Uh, still working on Tara.
But Rebecca is talking to a doctor, so fingers crossed, good news.
I hope so.
Listen, I, uh, I thought I could handle this on my own, but I'm in your office trying to run a search.
You're in my office?
Yeah, I didn't want to bother you.
Yeah, I-I get that, but y-you don't have access to my computer.
Yeah, well, I know that now.
Oh, mere mortal, did you think you could hack it?
I thought it wouldn't be locked.
Anyway, uh, hold on.
He thought it wouldn't be locked?
He thought it wouldn't...
All right, what are we looking for?
Um, I think I may have a lead on Tara's shooter.
And it all comes down to a posting by a Mr.
Lonelyheart on a website called nowshesyours.com I'm texting you the link now.
Oh...
Men are pigs.
That's true.
Uh, still though, can I get a IP trace?
'Kay.
Let's find us this piglet.
Are you touching my stuff?
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
This is the man you think shot Tara?
Maybe.
His name's Robert Kinney.
And Voit remembered him?
Voit remembered the hearts he likes to carve into his bullets.
And his misogynist rantings on a pickup artist website.
And since this guy spent last year behind bars for assaulting a woman, his DNA's in the system.
So, I'm having that run against the two DNA samples we recovered from the mask.
You seem hesitant.
Is there a reason why we shouldn't be bringing him in for questioning?
First, he's got no address.
Just a P.O.
Box.
But the other thing is, the DA who put Bob Kinney away the first time...
was this guy.
Huh.
Could be why they targeted him.
Could be.
But...
didn't you think the shooter and Evan shared this kind of curious moment?
I did.
And didn't Tara think that Evan was interested in Rebecca again?
Yeah, she thought it was peacocking.
Yeah.
It's a classic pickup artist technique.
Same kind you'd find on that very same website Kinney posted on.
Again, coincidence.
Plus, Evan's engaged.
Right.
But some guys can't get out of their own way.
He might be one of them.
So, I pulled his records, and he filed a request to work at Quantico, where an old flame of his works.
And where he gets access to everything he needs to know about this new serial killer network.
How they operate, the masks they wear.
Tyler, are-are you really trying to convince us that Evan Delray is part of the Sicarius network?
No.
I'm...
suggesting that Evan may have helped stage Tara's shooting to look like the Sicarius network did it.
So, you think he hired Kinney to shoot Tara twice and shoot him, then frame the network?
That's a hell of a story.
Uh-huh.
It is, but are you familiar with the Stuart case up in Boston?
Husband kills wife in what looks like an attempted carjacking.
But he really just shot his wife and himself to make it look good.
And in this case, you think Evan wants to get Tara out of the way so he can have Rebecca all to himself...
?
Yeah, Tyler, I'm not inclined to accuse a DOJ lawyer of conspiracy to commit murder without some irrefutable evidence.
You mean like Evan's DNA?
On what?
The mask, on Jeff Darcy.
I'm running it now.
How did you get Evan's DNA?
Touch DNA, on Voit's paperwork.
Jesus.
But if you're right...
Thank you.
Becca...
Evan, my God.
All right.
Ooh, ooh, careful.
These drugs aren't that good.
Sorry.
Um, here, come.
You know, Michelle is here.
She just went to go get us some coffee, but she'll be right back.
Hey.
It's okay.
Yours was the first face I wanted to see.
I am so sorry.
Oh, my God, no.
No, no, no.
It's not your fault.
I'm just so glad you're okay.
How's Tara?
Um...
They got the bullets out.
But, uh, still...
I mean...
What if, you know...
Hey.
No matter what happens next, we're gonna get through it together.
Okay?
You're safe.
I'm not going anywhere.
Yeah.
Promise.
Uh, forceps, please.
Trying to find the...
Here we go, to me.
Can I get more suction?
Yes, Doctor.
Okay, here, remove the hemostats, but maintain compression there.
Okay.
I see the bleeding point.
I see that, too.
I'm going to tether it with a Prolene stitch.
How does all of this make you feel?
Numb.
You're not angry?
What is it with you and anger?
You skipped that stage of grief.
I did not want to come back here.
And yet, you brought us back.
This is the last day that I saw you alive.
It was even worse than when you died.
But you didn't cry.
You didn't yell, or...
scream into a pillow.
Well, I...
I didn't know how to process any of it, I-I still don't.
But I hated that you weren't here.
For so many reasons.
I...
You never got to see who I became.
I couldn't come to you for advice, or a hug.
But you know what really pissed me off?
Was what happened to Dad and Gabriel.
They were lost without you.
And so they drank.
They drank until they didn't feel that loss anymore.
And I tried, Mom, but I could not fill the void that you left.
I couldn't save them.
I am so sorry.
All right.
Blood loss contained.
Now let's close up this hole.
You know, that is cruel and unusual punishment for you guys to be drinking that in front of a guy who can only have, like, ice chips.
Well, the punishment's on us.
This isn't great.
Oh.
Oh, my sister.
Sorry.
Hey, Meg.
Yeah, yeah, he's okay.
Well, he'll be in a sling for a while, but they're telling us that he should be discharged any minute now, so, yeah.
She seems great.
She is.
She reminds me of you.
So, talk to me, tell me, uh...
all the dark places that your mind is taking you tonight.
Just...
how can I forgive myself?
For what?
The last words I said to Tara were a dig.
You know, I was teasing her about how she can't...
Let her guard down.
Yeah.
But now, it's...
I don't care about any of that, I just want her to be all right.
You know, Becca, you really should go home.
No.
How could I leave?
Tara is gonna take time to heal.
I'm about to get discharged, so we could go back to your house, you can rest and I can keep my eye on you.
No, I can't.
Hey.
You got to take care of yourself, too.
Hey.
Oh, thank you for coming.
Yeah, yeah.
We had to make sure you were okay.
Hey.
Hey.
Also, there's been a development in the case.
So, we need to take Evan and have him review some photo evidence.
Yeah.
Sure, a-any way I can help.
Great.
You recognize this guy?
Yeah.
Yeah, Bob Kinney.
Uh, total whackjob.
You think he's the shooter?
We do.
So I was the target?
Certainly a possibility.
You seriously can't be thinking...
All right.
Jesus.
I know this game.
All right?
I got a history with the shooter, so y-you're trying to figure out...
whether I was in on it, or if I'm a victim.
Your DNA is on the mask that was left on Jeff Darcy's dead body.
What the fuck?
Oh, Luke, come on.
T-There's no way that...
It's obviously been planted.
How?
Well, I don't fucking know.
Look, I-I...
I get how this sounds.
I-I can hear myself saying it.
How a guy I arrested shot me through the shoulder after he shot Tara twice...
And Rebecca, not even once.
Yeah, I-I can't...
I...
I cannot explain it.
And I don't need to.
I need to talk to my lawyer.
JJ showed you the surveillance tape of the shooting?
Yeah, she did.
We suspect that the look between the...
The masked man and Evan was more than just recognition?
Mm.
We believe that Evan Delray hired Robert Kinney to kill Tara.
M-Motive?
Romantic rivalry.
Well, there's easier ways to get rid of a romantic rival.
There are.
And that's what's bugging you.
I'll bet you found some of Evan's DNA where you didn't expect it.
On a mask.
Planted on your dead lawyer's body.
Well...
that is what I would do.
That's why I'm here.
I'm worried that the Disciple is using all of this to, uh, twist us into knots, uh, distract us from what's really going on here.
Well, what was going on in that garage?
Darcy called a meeting at 10:30 at night?
He did.
He said he-he found something related to both Tara and Rebecca and that it was important enough they should meet ASAP.
Darcy's place was tossed, wasn't it?
You think Darcy found something?
Something the Disciple needed time to catch and kill.
But what about Evan's DNA?
I-I don't know.
Does he have a wife?
A girlfriend?
If it were me, I'd start there.
No.
Evan's DNA must have been planted.
There's no other explanation.
Okay, so how would someone have...
Well, how should I know?
I mean, we've never done any of those DNA sites or anything like that.
We're super cautious.
Let me show you something.
Have you seen this man before?
I have.
He...
he came to the house the other day.
He was wearing a uniform.
He said that there was a gas leak next door and he needed to double-check our place.
So you let him in?
Yes.
And I was on a Zoom.
He went into the laundry room...
And took some of Evan's clothing.
Wouldn't he need spit or something like that?
No.
One touch is all he'd need.
Dave.
Garcia found security footage of Bob Kinney's car right outside of Evan and Michelle's home.
She run the plates?
She did.
Put out an APB.
They found him.
Casing was found at the scene.
Anybody want to wager whose DNA gets planted on that one?
You were right.
The Disciple really had us...
me, really...
chasing our tails.
But it means that whatever Darcy found buried in Voit's case file, it was important enough that the Disciple staged this scavenger hunt.
It's got to be a clue to his identity.
I'd say it's got to be the clue.
There are duplicate copies of Voit's case files.
We just have to start going over them again.
But what are we looking for?
Something in Voit's past that ties him together with Tara and Rebecca.
This whole thing is insane.
Won't get no argument from us.
Rebecca, do you recall anything in Voit's past that may have overlapped with yours in any...
Ugh, no, I'm sorry.
Emily, I just...
I'm too...
Tired?
Oh, God, that's not even a big enough word.
Can you ask me again, um...
maybe when Tara's...
Yes.
Of course.
Uh, it looks like we're gonna get an update.
Agent Lewis is out of surgery.
Oh!
- Oh, thank God.
However, she remains in critical condition.
So, for now, we're keeping her in the ICU.
'Kay.
Now, to be quite honest with you, Agent Lewis's prognosis is not what we might've hoped for.
And I think it would be for the best to let her immediate family know, so that they may be able to see her as soon as possible.
What are her chances?
It's...
truly so difficult to quantify.
But, I'd say, uh, over the next few hours, it's all going to come down to how strong she is.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay.
You know, this, um...
this weird thing happens when someone dies.
When the-the life that you had with them...
the only life you'd ever known...
ends.
It's, uh...
It-It's the little things, you know?
Like, um...
Like the phone rings or...
someone honks their horn and you're like... "
H-How...
how can you all just go on?"
The world needs to stop and-and feel what I'm feeling.
The world needs to know I'm not okay.
But it...
it doesn't.
It doesn't stop.
It just goes on, and...
eventually, people stop asking how you're doing.
Especially if you're not crying or talking about it.
They just...
They don't want to bring it up.
They don't want to know what it was like for me.
A motherless daughter.
So I just...
I pushed it all down.
Because the only person who could've helped me through all that grief was you.
Before I died, I worried that this loss would affect how you loved.
I knew it would set the stage for every other relationship to follow.
But I didn't know it would close you off to love.
To that falling.
Not stumbling.
That...
losing control and choosing of true commitment.
I don't know if you can hear me.
But I'm here.
So...
no matter how scared you are...
no matter how hurt you are...
I'm here.
Do you understand?
And I'll be here...
until you open your eyes.
Tara?
I-I poisoned Cyrus with naproxen.
I watched him die.
His body was found as you'd hoped.
Dead.
From kidney failure.
Captain Ballard told me when they luminol'd Cyrus' cabin, it lit up "like the 4th of July."
Yeah, but they only identified one body.
Maria Jones?
That's right.
She's the connection.
Maria?
Yeah.
She's the one person that connects me to Rebecca.
Rebecca prosecuted the wrong man for her death, right?
Silvio Herrera's not the Disciple.
Okay, that's not what I'm saying.
He now speaks on behalf of a victims' advocacy group.
Okay.
Great.
All I'm saying is, if Jeff found something that ties back to me, Rebecca, and Tara, it has to do with that case.
Look, we've been all over those records.
Darcy must've found something out there.
All right.
I'll check in with Captain Ballard, and maybe he can help us.
This is where you gather the evidence and build a profile.
That's right.
Caroline Lewis was a loving mother, a devoted wife in a miserable marriage.
And despite a fierce and prolonged battle...
died way too soon.
She left behind her husband, a son, and a devoted daughter.
Tara.
A young woman smarter than she ever was.
Who is full of life and love and loyalty.
A strong woman who has dedicated her life to helping those around her.
To fighting the wrongs of the world and...
to holding those responsible accountable.
To being fierce.
My hero.
Just so you know, don't worry so much about making mistakes.
Like what?
While Rebecca is telling you who you are, she's also telling you who she is, what it is she wants.
You're not the only one who wants to feel...
protected in a relationship.
Yeah.
Look, I know your dad and I weren't the picture-perfect marriage.
But we loved one another.
In our own way.
Just don't spend your life alone because you're looking for perfection...
or because you're afraid to do the hard work.
You've been alive longer than I've been dead, and it's time for you to help you.
You hear me?
I do.
I love you, Mommy.
I love you, too, sweetheart.
So, your Captain Ballard and I have double- and triple-checked the records for the Silvio Herrera case.
Nothing is missing.
Meaning there's no lead out there that has not been followed up on.
But?
But I did send your request to the sheriff's departments in Durham, Wade, and Granville Counties, asking for anything that they might have on this Cyrus LeBrun.
No stone unturned.
It's gonna be a waste of time.
We're talking about, what, uh, a traffic violation or a welfa