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, assault 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 68 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 beat 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 --
[ Stab ] [ 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, 22,
from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
He was in Kingston, Jamaica, to record a dancehall album
with his cousin Winston Barlow, 32, 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 ]
**
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 10.
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 shot. -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 6 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 murder weapon.
Oh, awesome. Is it one of a kind
and registered by name to the killer?
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 attacked Malcolm
spun him around before he gutted him.
Suggests a blitz attack.
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 attack 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 violence 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 killed 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?!
[ Stab ] 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 kill 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 kill 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 kill him.
I only see two sets of shoe prints.
I got the size 10s here, which I tracked back
from Malcolm's crime scene.
You have those, the size 12s,
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, 23. 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 10,
as we found at Malcolm's murder.
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 burned.
You think he burned 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 violence.
Surely he could've gotten the scooter and the water
without resorting to such extreme measures.
Yeah, well, violence 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 shot 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 bullet 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 bullet 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 kill me?
Stop it.
Stop it. Go away!
[ Overlapping voices continue ]
Me did what me have to do!
Sandy: I was just looking at butterflies, and you killed 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 ]
[ Stab ] [ Groans ]
[ Birds chirping ]
CSI found a shell casing next to the empty grave.
Now based on its position next to the size 12 footprints,
I think it was ejected when the assailant
shot our John Doe.
Okay, and they find the bullet?
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.
Killed 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 gun.
Bet that's why he was targeted.
John Doe may have needed a more lethal weapon than a knife.
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 burned.
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 murder 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 bullet 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 ]
**
[ 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 murder at the age of 14
on the island of Antigua.
The victim was Tisha Bailey, 16 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 killed 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 ]
[ Gunshot ] No, no, no!
[ Gunshots 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 11.
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 died, 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 13.
And never recovered.
Which is when Damian turned him into a killer.
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 kill
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 murder, then he moved back in with Damian
at his Mercy Cross fortification.
And let me guess, he kept killing.
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 kill 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 gun 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 shot 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 shots 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 kill 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 gun.
Zion Andrews,
you need to put the gun 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.
[ Gun 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 gun away ]
I knew it.
Couldn't kill 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 bullet -- 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.
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