[Tyler] Previously on Criminal Minds: Evolution...
So this Gold Star isn't just one person.
No, it's a program.
[Prentiss] Damien is the leader.
What if we lure Damien into a trap?
- [phone rings] - You must be Jade.
You brought some friends.
Let's make a deal.
How do we get North Star?
North Star is where it all starts.
The Stuart House place was the perfect crucible
to create serial killers.
A white paper that Jason Gideon and I drafted but never submitted.
Somebody got ahold of this paper and created Gold Star out of it?
It began with North Star.
And North Star is us.
There's one more thing I need your help with. I need you to find something.
I am going to give you a protocol to reach out to a man named Damien,
and then you are going to give Damien that case.
Doctor Jill Gideon, Jason's ex-wife.
We need you to come to Quantico and help us with the white paper.
[Jill] Hello, David.
- [person panting] - [footsteps running]
[grunts] Oh, fuck.
[continues panting]
[narrator] The dominant female seizes the moment.
She zeros in on a calf that has strayed from the herd.
[pounding on door]
She locks her jaws around the calf's neck.
[pounding on door]
His mother can only watch helplessly.
- [cocks gun] - [grunts]
Help me! Please. [crying] Please, you have to help me.
Please. Please let me in. Please.
Okay, uh, I'm calling the police.
No. Please, please. My-- My boyfriend, he's lost his shit.
- He's trying to kill me. - Yeah. Hang on-- Hang on.
- Don't leave me out here. Please, please. - I gotta call from the housephone.
[narrator continues through TV]
- There's no... - [door creaks open]
[footsteps approaching]
What do you want?
[scraping]
Have a seat.
Do I know you?
Not personally.
[footsteps approach]
But you've had a big impact on us.
[stammers, sighs]
[sighs]
[breathes deeply] You were at Stuart House.
You.
You, I don't recognize.
But you...
you're GS-One.
I don't know, am I?
What were you told?
[huffs]
[breath catches]
It's not as simple as you think.
Do you know how many times we've heard that?
I know. Wait, just wait. Don't do this.
[grunting]
[cries]
No.
[groans]
[grunts]
Shut up!
["Little Girl Gone" playing]
♪ And I got my badge of honor ♪
♪ Honey, I've changed so much Since I last saw you ♪
♪ Hands off my hair, how very dare you ♪
[song cuts out]
[Prentiss] "The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time."
Lawrence Durrell.
[Rossi] Hey, I didn't force Jason to stay.
[Jill] You knew that if you left, he would never leave.
How bad can it be, right? They're old friends.
Mmm. I think they were more than just friends.
What? No, what are you saying? That's impossible.
Jill told me she broke his heart.
Come on.
All the long conversations on the jet over whiskey--
I mean, Rossi would have said something.
No way. Rossi is a vault.
Uh, Gideon, on the other hand? Ooh. He would have said something.
- Fine. - Fine.
Oh. And one more thing. When you said that bullshit about me...
I mean, like you guys said, there's a lot of history here. What, like 30 years?
Well, back then, Jill probably had to stay in the shadows
- while two men took credit for her work. - [Garcia] Right.
And-And really the only question we need to know the answer to
is would one of those gentle souls
- stoop so low as to hurt the other one? - [Rossi] ...you involved in the first place.
That would let you know how bad it got. But I really don't--
Get out of my office. Out!
It's not your office, it's Jason's office.
And if you hadn't let him get killed, he'd still be in it.
- [Rossi] Oh, you've got some nerve. - Ouch.
[whispers] Mind your business. Look busy.
Don't you ever, ever blame me again for Jason's death.
Why not? You knew exactly what would happen, didn't you?
Didn't you?
[Prentiss sighs]
Yeah. So, show me whatever it is you need to show me.
The white paper foundational principles keep showing up in one of our cases.
We're hoping you might know who leaked it.
- I do. - Who?
Me.
[sighs]
You?
It's not classified.
Jason and-and David sat on it because they thought it could be dangerous.
But I-- They weren't wrong.
But I thought you could reverse engineer the process.
I-If you knew the variables that identified teenage psychopathy,
you could intervene on it.
Right. Stop kids before they became unsubs.
Or truly any violent impulse.
I know it sounds so naive now,
but if these kids weren't on anyone's radar,
then there was no way to help them.
So, I-- I wrote up a proposal.
I thought it would be amazing to have a behavioral modification school
that helps troubled kids before anything bad happens.
Sounds like a good plan.
Yeah. Well, others thought so too,
so some company with big investors put seed money into it, and we were off.
You know the name of the company or any of the investors?
It was a shell company. They didn't want us to know.
And before I could get to the bottom of it, my life fell apart.
I, um-- I got divorced and raised a kid...
and buried an ex-husband.
We think that these two were a part of a group of five
that were specially selected for the program.
Do you recognize either of them?
I never got to work with any of the kids. I was long gone before then.
Why?
Do you ever get the sense that you're hired for a job
because of your name and sterling reputation?
And right from the start they begin to cut corners.
Oh, yeah.
- Uh. No. - [Tyler] Sorry.
It was the same thing here with these places.
- Wait, places? Plural? - Yeah.
I recall there might have been a handful of proposed sites from around the country.
But the first one was Stuart House in Utah.
I read some of the files of patients they were considering.
These kids, they needed so much more help than any program could provide.
What?
They didn't help any of these kids, did they?
[knocks on door]
- Yeah. - [door opens]
Do you want to talk about it?
I do not.
I knew you left the BAU under a dark cloud.
But I didn't think it was, you know,
"in love with your best friend's wife" dark.
Oh, come on. It never happened. All right?
[stammers]
No. It didn't.
Okay, well, something happened or you wouldn't be drinking like this.
Back then,
it was just the three of us.
All we did was eat, drink and sleep this job.
And you know how Jason would get when he was obsessed.
Not the easiest guy to be around.
Yeah, well, Jill and I were each other's support system.
When Jason would grind one of us down, we would turn to each other.
And then you two fell into bed.
No, never. Why would you think that?
Jill told me she broke your heart.
She said that? That's bullshit.
Then wh-what is it? Or was it?
I would have these thoughts.
Thoughts?
That Jason wasn't good enough for her.
And-- And when I had them, I would think,
"Sergeant Major Rossi, get your head out of your ass."
But the thoughts, they just kept coming.
I-I wasn't as emotionally mature back then as I am now.
So I stepped away from the BAU.
I thought it best that they, uh...
go on as a family.
By the time they separated, I, uh, was on my second wife.
Timing, huh?
Nothing would have been long enough with Krystall.
[chuckles]
It feels like
I could never get it right with anybody.
And it started with Jill.
[sighs]
[Prentiss sighs]
She gave us a list,
names of the other psychologists she worked with in and around Stuart House.
Uh, one of them is a "Dr. Hank Dosela."
He was the one who hired her.
He lives in Berkeley Springs, West Virginia.
Uh, JJ and Luke will head out to him tomorrow.
What can I do?
Enjoy your drink.
Think about timing.
As soon as we have something, I will let you know.
[door opens, closes]
Ready to have your world rocked?
Oh. Absolutely.
[sighs] Oh, my God. No way. How?
Uh, thank JC and Sons Plumbing.
- Ah. Awesome. Thank you. - Yeah.
- You headed home? - I was about to ask you the same.
No, there's some shit going on over here.
- Oh. Drama at the BAU. - Oh, funny.
- Yeah. I would never have guessed that. - Yeah. Very, very funny. Great. Okay.
Please tell me that you're gonna go to sleep. Right now.
Oh, no. That would be incredible.
But, uh, there's been a hack of the US Marshals.
- Shit. - Mm-hmm.
The marshals are being pretty tight-lipped,
but they confirmed with the WITSEC Program Sydney and the girls were not compromised.
What, you think Voit was behind it?
[scoffs] A security breach of a massive government network?
It's his wheelhouse.
Yeah. But how would he manage it? He hasn't left his cell since Iowa.
[sighs] Exactly. I checked the visitor logs.
He's only talked to the BAU and his attorney.
But Voit and his legal counsel, they just had their first in-person.
Mmm.
Vincent Orlov.
Well, that's a name.
- Ever heard of him? - Should I have?
[sighs] No, but it would have saved me the initial deep dive.
Well, uh, I have no idea who that guy is.
But I do know a guy who's in his office. Do you want to go talk to him?
[groans]
[scraping]
How's that?
Mmm.
It's pretty good.
It's a good thing our, uh, friend in Iowa knows you're your own protector...
- Hmm. - ...since you can't depend on me.
[Jade] Fuck him.
I don't know what's worse-- the doctors who did everything to get in our heads
or the wannabes who think they can try.
He's not so bad.
I'm lucky that I met him when I did.
On his network?
Yeah.
Well, what did you guys talk about?
How we grew up.
He wanted to know what they did to us at Stuart House.
And you told him?
I made him go first.
His, um, parents died in a house fire.
And he had this uncle who beat the shit out of him and taught him how to kill.
- That's it? - [chuckles]
That's what he said.
I wish that was all we had. [chuckles]
Fortunately for us, even FBI patsies like him have value.
All right, time to go.
[sighs]
You're Jade?
Mm-hmm.
I'm supposed to talk to Damien.
He's here.
[stammers] My client was very specific. It was Damien or nothing.
Because if you were here by yourself
then either A, you'd killed Damien or B, he'd abandoned you.
- In either case, I can't-- - Look down.
Shit.
I told you. He's here.
[screams]
[grunts] Damn it.
If I close my hand into a fist, the next round kills you.
No, no. No.
Gotcha. [chuckles]
So what's this package your client promised?
It's in my trunk.
[stammers]
I'm just reaching for my key. Don't shoot.
[trunk unlocks, opens]
[sniffs]
[clears throat]
What's the combination?
4008.
[whispers] 008.
[turns lock]
What is it?
Just a GPS and a lockbox, some keys.
It's a bunch of bullshit.
Listen, my client is aware
that you see his cooperation with the FBI as a betrayal.
He wants to offer you the resources you need moving forward as a peace offering.
I don't have time for a treasure hunt.
D-Do you two think this all ends with North Star?
It does not.
And without the contents of this case, you will never know the truth.
So, are we good?
[Damien] Yeah, we're good.
Well, there's getting away and then there's being a recluse.
Well, he's connected to the Stuart House, so no surprise he's hiding.
Probably won't be too keen on answering questions.
Yeah, well, especially if there's bad blood.
Jill said she left on bad terms, so...
[knocks on door]
- I think this is gonna go well. - Yeah.
Dr. Dosela, we're with the FBI.
Shit.
Clear!
Shit.
[chatter on radio]
They think he's been dead less than 12 hours.
And there was clearly blunt force trauma to his head.
This has to be Damien and Jade.
It's just a drastic change in MO.
Staged suicide's a far cry from enucleation.
Yeah, but it's a lot harder to profile, harder to track.
I mean, if it weren't for Dosela's records at Stuart House,
we wouldn't be connecting them at all.
Which, uh--
Which means this might not be their first staged kill.
Well, probably not their last either.
Yeah.
No signs of forced entry.
Nothing appears to be out of place.
Hey, hang on a second.
These files go back quite a few years.
Hey, uh, according to this index, there should be files on Stuart House in there.
Empty.
You think Damien and Jade found what they were looking for? [scoffs]
All right. [sighs, clicks tongue]
Voit said that North Star was just a hook
to get them down the conspiracy rabbit hole.
Yeah. Well, they probably interpreted it as, I don't know,
a directive to target the doctors from Stuart House.
[sighs] All right. We got to follow up with that list of names Jill gave us.
I'll check in with Penelope.
[gasping]
- Hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay. Hey. Hey. - Holy fuck. Fuck! Fuck! [gasping]
Hey. It's me. It's me. It's me. It's me, right?
- [gasping] All right. - Hey, it's-- it's just me.
- Can I touch you? - No, no.
- Okay. - No.
[breathing slows]
What'd you see?
[whispers] There-- There--
[normal voice] There. I was-- [gasps]
I was back there and--
[stammers] What was happening?
They were holding--
holding me down, and he--
- Who? - He came in and I--
He would--
- I don't know. I don't fucking know. - Hey, hey, hey.
Wait. We talked about this, right? We talked about this.
[sniffles] Mm-hmm.
[sighs] Okay. [sniffling]
I can't.
I can't go back inside.
- If we get caught, they-- - Hey, that's no gonna happen.
No, you-- Listen to me.
I need you to promise me...
that we will never go back into a cage again.
I promise.
No matter what.
But we're gonna show them, right?
Yeah, we are.
An eye for an eye.
Yeah.
[kisses]
[breathes deeply]
I need a favor.
But first, let's get one thing out of the way.
You don't think I should be working for the FBI, legally speaking.
Yes.
I think it's reckless the Director put you on the payroll.
[chuckles] You are not good at this whole "asking for a favor" thing.
What do we got?
[sighs] Vincent Orlov.
We need leverage on him. This is what I got from Justice.
American Independent University of Guam.
Started out as a public defender in Albuquerque.
He's practicing law in DC through admission by motion.
We know Voit only works with people he can manipulate. So--
We need to find Orlov's thumbscrew.
If you wanna call it that.
Just like I did with cloning Gasper's phone--
[mutters]
- I don't wanna know. - Oh.
Bring whatever you find directly to me.
Directly to you.
Yes.
And thank you.
You're welcome!
[whispers] You're welcome.
[knocks on door]
- [Garcia] Sir. - What is it?
[door opens]
I have dreadful news.
About Hank Dosela?
And all of his colleagues.
I-- [inhales deeply]
I don't know where to start. Uh.
Okay. This is Amelia Kane.
She's a psychotherapist who OD'ed on sleeping pills.
This is Dr. Braden Welsh.
They say that he broke his neck while he was taking a shower.
This is Dr. Christopher Rensel.
And they say that he lost control of his car, and it fell off a cliff.
What?
All were ruled either accidents or suicide?
Eleven, so far.
And Dave, get this. [stammers]
Every person that Jill remembers is now dead.
Six before the strike team targeted Damien and the Gold Stars,
and five since they encountered us in Iowa.
Wait, you said "so far."
Who's left on the list?
All of them?
Yeah. As of last night, there was only one survivor left from the program.
Oh, Jesus.
- We're going to protect you. - [sighs]
[sighs] I can't believe...
I'm--
I'm gonna need to call Stephen. He and his wife were gonna come by.
- Jill, I swear nothing's gonna happen-- - [sighs] Mmm, don't.
I mean, I know. [clears throat]
I know you will do your best.
I'm sorry.
When I said Jason's death was your--
- You know. - I do.
I've been mad at you for 20 years.
I knew because you left, Jason wouldn't.
And I knew this job was gonna kill him.
I'm sorry too.
I know it's difficult for you to come here.
A-And I didn't make it any easier.
But we needed you, and not just for the white paper.
- To profile like the old days. - [scoffs]
What are we gonna do? Build a profile that stops bullets?
Well, we can build a-- a profile that takes the gun out of their hands.
Now, come on. Work with me. I think you know more than you know.
- Such as? - Such as the kids.
You made them your focus.
It's why you used our white paper for your program.
[stammers] You must have been part of the selection process.
No, I-- I only read assessments of patients they were considering.
W-Were there names?
No, it was all anonymized. They were minors.
- Did you keep records? Notes? - [stammers] I did.
A-And where are they?
Um.
S-Somewhere in my house.
I-- I haven't looked at those files since Jason died.
What if I help?
[agent] Sir.
All right. Uh.
Each of the strike team members had a target.
GS-One through GS-Five.
GS, Gold Star, duh.
All right. GS-Five.
Sixteen-year-old girl with a sheriff father. That's Jade Waters.
- Ah. - What do you have?
Oh, this poor boy. Oh, my God.
This poor boy, GS-One.
We think his name is Damien.
This kid didn't have anyone looking out for him,
except for one foster dad
who was upset that his soon-to-be ex-wife enrolled GS-One in Stuart House.
Does the foster dad have a name?
Mmm. Brooks Larson.
[Rossi] Well, Damien would have a different birth name.
Looks like Larson died eight years ago.
Well, it says "final exam" in here.
What's the final exam?
Um.
It would've been some kind of confirmation test
that they would've put all the patients through
as a way to confirm their behavioral modification.
But, looking back, I should've made sure we were on the same side.
So, now we look back, and we see what you missed out on the first time.
[footsteps approaching]
[sighs]
It's the feds from Iowa.
What?
They're protecting her.
That lawyer was right.
North Star isn't just doctors. It's--
It's bigger than that.
It's all of them.
We can't do this alone.
We're not alone.
We have each other.
[car starts]
Yes, sir. Thank you.
Luke.
You got anything?
Director Madison has state highway patrol searching every rest stop
and tollbooth cam from here to Berkeley Springs.
Okay. Maybe we'll catch a break.
No, if they're going after Jill next, we can't count on breaks.
- You ready to put your tracker cap on? - All right. You know I am. Let's go.
Ooh, I love a good geo profile. So sexy.
What am I looking for?
Start with a map of the crime scenes, please?
- [Garcia] There. - Okay.
So, it's about half a day to a day's drive between all the kills.
- Time of the attack is always night. - Yeah, in an empty house.
Unlike the strike team, they don't want any collateral damage this time.
Yeah. Yeah. Anchor points, man. Give me anchor points.
All right. They're on the road a lot.
But they would stay off major highways and thoroughfares.
- They'd need a place to stay. - Yeah. Yeah. A-- A remote home base.
Somewhere where there are no neighbors, no cameras.
Penelope, what's the average distance
between dispersed camping sites and the crime scenes?
Uh.
Ten to 12 miles.
Okay. Highlight all of the ones to the west of the crime scenes.
Why west?
Damien's training, right? The sun sets in the west, right?
What happens when you're driving a car west into the sun?
It's irritating.
Right. So you put down the visor. I-It works the same way in a house.
The setting sun blinds you as you look out the window.
It heats up that west-facing room, so you draw the curtains because it's so hot.
Leaving that part of the house exposed for the two of them.
Yeah. We got our anchor points.
All right. Now give us the one closest, due west, to Jill Gideon's townhouse.
Okay.
I'll start working on getting an authorization
through the Virginia staties to do a grid search with drones.
I told you. Sexy.
[exhales]
- [door opens] - [footsteps approach]
You weren't easy to find, Mr. Orlov.
Funny. I have never had that problem.
"Very accessible" is the most common phrase in my Yelp reviews.
Mm-hmm.
Do you have a lot of clients in the DC area?
And how is that relevant?
I'm just curious.
I'll remind you, Miss AUSA, I'm only here as a courtesy
on behalf of my client. I don't have a lot of time here.
So if you don't mind, can you cut to the chase?
"Put anyone in a cage, they become an animal."
Excuse me? I'm confused. Would you like me to pass that message along?
Those are your words, Vincent.
These are logs of someone chatting with the elusive head of the Sicarius Network.
They were traced back to your IP.
I felt obligated to tell ya,
from firsthand experience, Sicarius really hates posers.
See, these paint a picture of a heinous monster
keeping a girl locked in a barbed-wire cage in his basement.
Photos of horrifying stuff.
I don't know what this is.
[Tyler sighs]
Aside from the dandruff,
you're pretty clean-cut.
You got an estranged wife, Cindy.
The jealous type. Tracks your location.
Is more in control than you'd ever admit.
You need something that's-- that's--
that's all yours.
Am I close?
[Rebecca inhales sharply] Our guess,
this is some kind of porn you paid for.
A fantasy you don't have the guts to do yourself.
Which, personally, I'm thankful for.
[chuckles]
None of this is admissible.
No, it isn't.
But it is interesting.
What are the chances you and Elias Voit are connected to the Sicarius Network?
[laughs]
I would work on my poker face. Your client would be disappointed.
And do you know what he does with people he doesn't need?
I don't take kindly to blackmail.
We're not blackmailing you.
But if you do find yourself performing tasks for your client
that are, let's say, legally unsavory,
we'll be there waiting.
[door closes]
Well, he didn't deny it.
No, he did not.
Want me to keep an eye on him?
Uh, doubtful he'll do anything stupid for a few days, but it can't hurt.
I just cannot believe Voit found his lawyer on the Network.
[both] I can.
Aw. Twinning. Very cute.
- Very cute. - [door opens]
Ew.
[Rossi] Huh.
Uh, w-we've been doing some complicated math
ever since we apprehended this serial killer named Elias Voit.
He had this network where he talked about social contagion with his followers.
And he gave me this whole rundown of how generations are being raised
to see life through the lens of conspiracy theories.
- He's not wrong. - No, he's not.
But-- But it's not really the point.
It's more like, how does a conspiracy theory make a serial killer?
And it's-- it's right here in front of us.
Start with first principles.
Uh, what do you need to make a serial killer?
Genetic potentiality, psychological embrace, stressor and trigger.
And for these Gold Star kids, the first two were selected for.
And their stressor: the rest of their lives.
Treated like shit until puberty,
then dropped into Stuart House where they're treated even worse.
And just when they're feeling worthless
and question their purpose in life, they're given one.
A big one that makes their suffering a strength.
They're told they're chosen.
They're-- They're the only ones who can help.
Now, pull the trigger.
"Hey, kids, you'd do anything to help others."
Mmm. "Do what we tell you, and you can save others who are just like you."
[chuckles] And after all that they've survived,
of course they'd do anything to stop that from happening again.
GS-One through Five are the test subjects.
But who is the puppet master telling them to kill everyone
to save the children?
Well, he'd have to profile as a pedophile. A s-slow burner. Fly under the radar.
And he'd be patient.
Take years to groom his victims.
In fact, he probably has a history of abusing kids himself.
How do you put that guy behind bars?
Well, you break either Damien or Jade. Prove to them they've been lied to.
Convince them to give him up.
That's gonna be tough.
These two ride-or-die believers are experts at evading capture.
Except we know what they want.
They want me.
What if you use me as bait?
- No, absolutely not. - Why not?
- It's too dangerous. - It's dangerous because of what we did.
What-- What I did.
Hey. Your research idea was to help kids.
You didn't build Stuart House into this horror show that it became.
W-We can't blame ourselves for things other people do.
I learned that with--
With who?
With Donnie Mallick,
the guy who killed Jason.
I'll tell you what I've learned.
I've learned that if you don't take responsibility, somebody else will.
Jason tried to go hide in his cabin. Look where that got him.
Have you ever gone back to that cabin?
[scoffs]
I can't. I can't go back to where he was killed.
Stephen said he was, uh, gonna remodel the place,
but I'd rather have my memories thinking of him singing and cooking
in that tiny kitchen and not the...
Why didn't you come to the funeral?
I couldn't look at, um...
It was a closed casket. He was Jewish.
No.
I couldn't look at you.
Can you look at me now?
- I should go. - No, wait. Just wait.
Jill. Jill, we can't.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I-I thought that-- - Look.
[stammers] We need to see this case clearly.
I can't aff--
I have to go.
[door opens]
- [sighs] - [door closes]
Jill found Damien's Stuart House evaluation. [stammers]
He was only labeled as GS-One, but it did have his foster dad's name, Brooks Larson.
Working my magics now.
Is there a photo of him?
Checking foster records. Uh.
Sweet son of Satan.
- It's Damien. - Damien Booth.
Hey.
Virginia staties just snapped this drone image.
Uh, the car matches the description we got
from the guy who Damien strapped the bomb to in Iowa.
All right. Let's roll.
Roll. Be safe. Seat belts.
Also, I wanna be you when you grow up. When I grow up.
You know what I meant.
[sirens wailing]
[officers chattering]
[Alvez] Only one set of tire tracks here.
We just missed them.
They headed out on foot.
Uh, have your officers search the surrounding woods.
- Right away. - If they made it to the highway,
they're gonna need a car.
All right. I'll have Garcia monitor stolen vehicle reports.
[officers chattering]
[footsteps approaching]
I knew you'd come.
- [Damien] Did you? - It was inevitable.
Where's Jade?
Jade doesn't play nice with anyone who backs the badge.
So, for your sake, I think it's better that she's not here.
I-I need-- I need to show you something.
- And what's that? - It's not here.
- You wanna take me somewhere? - I do.
You got in without a sound. Y-You can get out without one.
And my car is right down the street. Agents outside will never know.
Oh, really? And where are we going?
To save a child, Damien.
A little boy.
He's hurting. He's in so much pain.
And it's still happening?
Uh. You--
You can still save him, I promise.
[breathing shakily]
Okay, our unsubs are Damien Booth and Jade Waters.
They are both trained assassins.
[distorted] We should consider them armed and extremely dangerous.
They may be traveling in a silver sedan, DC plates.
Lima-Niner-Two-Quebec-Seven-Golf.
Hello, David.
[Luke, distorted] Now that we have Damien's face,
we're spreading it to all law enforcement. Local, state and federal.
Virginia state troopers have roadblocks
set up at all entrances to White Forest Ridge Park.
[distorted] Now, Damien and Jade did not leave Jill on-site,
so that means we still have a chance.
All right, let's head out.
If they see a police checkpoint, they'll run.
And if they run...
Hey.
Hey, let's talk it out.
What's going on in your head?
- I let this happen. - No, you didn't.
W-Why did I leave? I knew what they were capable of.
Okay, let's start there. Why did you leave?
Because
- we kissed. - What?
We kissed.
Back up.
- You kissed Jill? - No, she kissed me.
She did. She kissed me.
Why did she kiss you?
Well, it... [sighs] ...it had been a long day.
[stammers] We were talking about old times.
No. Dave, think like a profiler.
Why would she kiss you?
She wanted to make me uncomfortable
so I would leave.
She knew Damien and Jade were coming. She saved your life.
Yeah, but it's-- it's gotta be more than that.
It's...
- Oh, Jesus. - What?
She has a profile.
She's gonna try to talk the gun out of their hands.
W-Why would she do that?
Because she saw something I didn't. Something they couldn't resist.
Some emotional button. If she pressed it, then they would have to...
They would have to what?
She's taking them to North Star.
That's made-up.
Not to her.
Not anymore.
What is this place?
I told you, it's where it started.
And where is the little boy?
Inside.
Slowly.
Turn the light on.
[Jill sighs]
This is not where it started.
It is. This is my ex-husband's cabin.
This is where I helped to shape the idea that created Stuart House.
Without that idea, you could have had a chance at a normal life.
You lied to me.
Where's the boy?
It's you, Damien.
This is a trick.
[Jill] I read your file.
I know how your brain was reshaped by abuse, manipulation.
- A conspiracy theory that was-- - It's not conspiracy. It's the truth.
No, I've studied this. How even an idea can tear families apart.
Children doubt their parents, parents hate their children.
I thought it could n-never happen on a large scale, but it did.
[stammers] It did.
I have been told that I am delusional my whole life.
- This... - [cocks gun]
...is not new.
To make sure someone will do what you want, you have to test them.
They have to be so convinced of the conspiracy
that they'll hurt anyone, even someone that they love.
But I would never hurt someone that I love.
That's not true. You loved Brooks... [gasps]
...your foster father, and he loved you.
He never gave up on you.
He tried to get you out of Stuart House
- and that made him a problem... - Shut up.
...to the people in charge.
Shut the fuck up!
So they s-sent you to kill him.
They told me who he really was,
and they showed me what he fucking did to kids.
That's right.
That's right. And you confronted him.
And the more you accused him, the more he denied it,
and the more he denied it,
the angrier you got until you had no choice but to kill him.
No.
He--
- He w-- He was the first one. - No.
- The-- The first test, wasn't he? - No. No. Shut up.
In the name of saving the children.
- Wasn't he? - Shut the fuck up.
Part of you knew, deep down, Brooks couldn't hurt children.
But the part that believed--
- [grunts] - Oh, God.
That part was louder.
And the reason it was louder
is because the abuse reshaped your cerebral cortex. The--
- [Damien breathes shakily] - [stammers]
In order to survive,
you had to see patterns that weren't there.
And someone starting at Stuart House, they reinforced those fictional patterns.
[cries] The people who made you GS-One.
- [breathing heavily] - [Jill cries]
[Jill sighs]
[breathing heavily]
[Jill whimpers]
- [grunts] - [Damien sighs]
- [Jill gasps] - [Damien breathing heavily]
They liberated me.
- [sighs] - [Jill gasps]
No, they didn't.
They sent you to kill Brooks.
Back then, you didn't have a choice. But right here, right now, you do.
You have a choice. [crying] You have a choice.
[gasping]
It was a lie.
All--
All of it.
Yes.
But the more that someone tells a lie,
anyone will start to believe it.
[whimpering]
They're not going to hurt you. I won't let them.
[Damien breathing heavily]
[Damien sniffles, cries]
It's not your fault.
[Damien sighs]
[sighs]
[Rossi] FBI.
[Jill] It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.
David, we are coming out. But he is--
He is not armed.
Come out one at a time and keep your hands where we can see them.
[whispers] Okay.
["Let Me Go" playing]
♪ Let me go ♪
♪ Leave me whole ♪
♪ Lay me open ♪
♪ Let me run ♪
♪ Let me hope ♪
♪ Leave me numb ♪
♪ Lay me open ♪
♪ Let me run ♪
[Rossi] Put your hands in the air.
♪ Lay me open now ♪
♪ Let me run ♪
♪ Let me go ♪
♪ Leave me whole ♪
♪ Lay me open ♪
♪ Let me run ♪
- [gunshot] - [grunts]
♪ Let me hope ♪
♪ Leave me numb ♪
[breathing shakily]
Oh, my God!
- Jill! - [screams]
- [gunshots firing] - [screams]
West-northwest, half a click out!
[agents shouting]
[gunfire continues]
[gun clicking]
- Status. - [SWAT officer] It's a remote firing rig.
Assailant is on foot, headed north.
Scramble all units. Alert local PD. Suspect is a Jade Waters.
- Don't. Don't. - [gasps, cries]
[screams]
Is it my fault?
- [cries] - Let me take you home.
It's my fault.
[breathes deeply]
[gasping]
♪ Let me go ♪
[gasps]
♪ Leave me whole ♪
♪ Lay me open ♪
[crying]
♪ Let me hope ♪
[sobbing]
♪ Lay me open ♪
♪ Let me run ♪
- [screams] - [song ends]