Criminal Minds (2005–…): Season 16, Episode 3 - Moose - full transcript

Previously on "Criminal
Minds: Evolution"...

Looks like there's
been an active killer up here

for decades that we
never knew about.

I love the enthusiasm.

But the brass is
not gonna like this.

Part of Doug Bailey's skill set

is knowing where the
department's focus is.

He wants to shut down the BAU.

Whoa. That's
another kill kit.

We thought these cases
were connected...

The shipping container,
Rory Gilcrest,



our spinal cord guy.

And now we have our smoking gun.

We thought
the shipping container

ended in 2020 because
of the pandemic.

Instead, the UnSub
gathered followers

that he's now activating.

This is a network.

Kill yourself
before you get caught.

That's the Devil's Bargain
for joining the network.

Some of the lab techs
are starting to call

this UnSub "Sicarius."

If we
stop Sicarius...

Not even Bailey can touch us.

Who's that?



Ah, that's Moose.
He's my floof.

He's a big old goofball.

You don't say?

We found the hole.
It's empty. No kill kit.

Because he's got it already.

Backup's on the
way. What's your 20?

Suspect is about 200
yards west of the highway,

headed toward the access road.

Let's go.

No, no, no. Do not box him in.

We need to take him alive.

Suspect has fired on officers.

We're not letting him go.

Listen to me.

If he thinks he's
cornered, he's gonna...

Shit!

Kill kit's intact.

Yeah. We recovered
the kill kit.

Not so much with the UnSub.

I'm never gonna get it.

Oh, don't say that.

Everybody's got to
start somewhere, okay?

We just got to practice.

Slow down.

Just clear your mind.

I can't.

You're talking.

Hey. Five minutes.

We're gonna be late.

Ignore your mother. Just...

I heard that.

Yeah! Nice.

Attagirl.

Alright, go inside.

Authorities
had linked the suspect to...

Ugh. I hate it when
Gwennie's parents bring snacks.

It's always orange slices
because they're poor.

Hey. You know who's not rich?

Us. Holly!

Come on! Let's go!

Mom, have you seen my phone?

Oh, morning, kiddo.

No, just use the
find-my-phone thingy.

Maybe you left it next
to Sabrina's vape pen

at the party last night.

Huh?

You suck. Did you
steal my phone?

You left it.

Well, that doesn't mean
you can just take it.

No, no, no, no. Freeze. Stop.

Harlow, do you have her phone?

Okay, take your stuff, get
her phone, get in the car.

Ugh!

You, explain yourself.

Yes, there was
vaping last night.

No, I didn't do it. I swear.

I was making fun
of Sabrina on text

and then Madison
joined in... No, no.

Stop, stop. Just
get in the car.

Your mother and I need
to talk about this.

Harlow, you are dead.

Well, do you buy it?

I don't know. I...

She's got a good head
on her shoulders,

so I think I do.

Yeah, but maybe she's
just got us all fooled.

Maybe she's having sex.

Ugh, maybe she's a vegan.

Oh, honey. Oof.

Our kids would never be vegans.

I like having you around.

You sure you gotta get
back on the road so soon?

Pandemic's over.

Systems aren't gonna
maintain themselves.

Well, remember,
you've got maintenance

to do around here, too.

I know.

Alright. We're gonna be late.

We'll be back around 6:00.

Oh, and the water bill...

Something's wrong with
the autopay again.

Oh. Morning, Chad.

Uh, the girls aren't here...

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Voit.

Uh, but the lacrosse team

is doing their annual fundraiser
for this year's training trip,

and I was wondering if you might
need any magazine subscriptions.

You know, we actually
get most of our news

online nowadays.

So I think we're good.

Uh, thanks anyway.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Christ's sake, hey. We
talked about this, son.

You gotta assert yourself.

How you doing, Hal?

Hey, you mind helping out?

Come on, Voit. Where's
your school spirit?

Let me take a look.

What are you looking
for, Good Housekeeping?

Just pick the one with the
football phone and move on.

You son of a...

Football phone.

Here you go.

Thank you so much, Mr. Voit.

Uh, you should start
receiving issues

in four to six weeks,
and if you don't,

there's a number on
the back you can call.

Have fun at camp, Chad.

Okay. Good job, buddy.

See? Sometimes you
gotta push a little bit,

just like with the girls.

Good dog.

"In the face of
pain, there are no heroes."

George Orwell.

This fucking guy.

Tara's on her way up.

Then we should get going.

God, I love your commute.

When they told me I'd be
working out of Quantico,

I thought I'd be fighting
Beltway traffic every morning.

Well, remember that the
next time you ask me

to go out in the city.

Uh, about that.

I've been thinking about
giving up my place.

Oh. And move down here?

Eh, something like that.

Oh. Um...

I-I mean, it's just a thought.

Like, what would happen
when you go back to DoJ?

Then I'll make the commute.

I've been doing it the
opposite way already.

Yeah, I...

Here I thought I was just

geographically convenient.

Look, I know it's fast.

I don't mean to pressure you.

No, it's... it... I'm...

I'll... I'll think about it.

Okay.

You're the agent who found
the container in Seattle.

The one on the Sicarius case?

Uh, I'm sorry, who are you?

Have they identified the bodies?

My daughter has been
missing since 2007.

Okay, um, we... we don't
have any information

that we can share just
yet, but if you follow me,

I can show you to
the family room.

I have been waiting
in the family room

with all these
people for hours now.

So, some guy just sent you the
kill kit transponder codes?

It was encrypted, and I
shouldn't assume gender,

but yeah.

Uh, does that make
him an informant or...

Ooh, a co-conspirator?

Does it matter?
They forced me here.

When I get them, I'm gonna
give them a knuckle sandwich

with these two...

Oh, but it is so
nice to see you,

my fine furry friends.

Ooh, did I ever tell
you guys about that time

that the hot dog filter
went on the fritz at SOAR?

Oh, but we can't talk
about that right now.

We have to talk
about sad things.

What do we have
on this fuckhead?

Sicarius?

Sir, uh, I was able to
find a hidden message app

on all of the suicidal
UnSubs' phones,

and that helped me identify a
discussion platform that Sic...

No. No.

That fu... f... It doesn't
sound right coming from...

I found the site that
the UnSub network

has been using to communicate.

So far, I-I can only
get the public posts,

but all signs point to this
is how they're coordinating.

How does he find them
in the first place?

Well, I mean,
considering the pandemic

shifted his behavior
from actively killing

to finding others
to do it for him,

we can assume that most
of that recruitment

happened online.

Yeah, but a serial killer
who's willing to die?

A suicide pact takes leverage.

He'd have to have
intimate details

to get somebody
to off themselves.

We have seen a lot of
self-radicalization

due to isolation.

We said he's a good profiler.

He profiles his victims.

He'd profile his followers.

I mean, are we talking
about a cult leader here?

Maybe, or maybe he
thinks he's an artist,

giving out kill kits like
they're paintbrushes,

teaching the next generation
of serial killers.

We know one way
he got good at it.

I mean, every single body

in that container was
a low-risk target...

Uh, homeless, runaway,
drug user, you know,

people least likely to
be reported missing.

Some of them are more
than a thousand miles

from where they disappeared.

Question is... How
do we shut him down?

Okay, well, Alvez and I can
take the kill kits, right?

Who manufactured them,
where they're from.

Could give us a geo-profile
that will help us

figure out where this
network's gonna strike next.

Alright, then let's get on it.

Hey, can we address the
elephant in the room?

I mean, this is a huge case,

and we have a huge
target on our backs.

And Deputy Director
Bailey wants us gone.

We're not going anywhere,

not yet.

We've got an ace up our sleeve.

Penelope Garcia identified
the GPS transponders

for 13 kill kits
the UnSub buried

around the country.

With help from local police,
we have recovered 10.

Including the one
from the suspect

who killed himself yesterday.

Yes, three of the
kits were dug up

before we were able
to get to them.

Which means you have three
potential serial killers

who seem highly likely

to kill themselves
under pressure.

If an UnSub wants to take
himself out of the equation,

what's the big deal?

Well, the big deal is that, uh,

every suspect is
a potential lead

to the head of the network.

When they die, that
lead goes away.

We need to take this
thing down from the top.

Even if we were to eliminate
the remaining suspects,

or they eliminate themselves,

what's to stop him

from just restarting the
network again and again?

Well, what you're describing

sounds remarkably
like a terror cell.

Have you considered bringing
in Domestic Terrorism?

Sir, Domestic
Terrorism's expertise

is in anti-government,
anti-authority groups,

and there's no
evidence of that here.

We're dealing with a
network of serial killers

who are driven by
compulsion, not politics.

Even if you're right, a public
demonstration of strength

would make people feel safe.

But it wouldn't make them safe.

DT would put in protocols

that would show
every card we have.

That'd give Sicarius
the chance to adapt.

Agent Prentiss,

if I'm going to make your
case to the director,

he needs to know that
the right resources

are being deployed on a problem.

The BAU is the right resource.

They need to prove it.

I'll hold off the
brass as long as I can.

Thank you, sir.

You two-faced little jerk.

I am so proud of you.

Hey. How'd it go? Holly:
So excited.

We won. That's not "the news".

I got in!

Daddy, I got in!

Oh. Uh?

Braxton Academy?

We applied last spring?

They send 20% of their
students to the Ivy League.

Private school?

C-Con... Congratulations!

Thank you.

It means I'm gonna be all
alone on the bus next year.

Score.

Uh...

Yeah, I'm really torn up about

not having to
babysit you anymore.

Um...

what happened to public school?

We told her that if she got
the grades and she got in...

Elias, it's her dream.

It's expensive.

H-Hey, lockdown burned
through most of our savings,

business has not been
I know, I know, I know.

We will figure it out, okay?

She is so excited.

Oh, hi.

Oh, hey. Uh...

Wouldn't you be more comfortable

in the High Tech Room?

You know, I-I need
to burn more sage

and rosemary and juniper
and salt the corners.

You know, what I learned
in start-up culture

is that it's good to be
social while you work.

Also, we need a foosball table.

Okay.

Um, so how did you find

their discussion forum?

The cuckold bull
guy, Robert Harris,

he had a messaging
thing on his phone,

hidden behind a
fake weather app,

and the family
annihilator, Rory Gilcrest,

had the same one on his phone.

Uh, true crime is one of
the most popular topics

across all media, and
that's a challenge for us.

See, just in this forum,
there are 558,000 members.

So, looking for the specific
ones that we need...

It's like finding
a straw-colored

needle in a haystack.

Well, first, we
need to narrow down

the suspect pool. Ooh!

In narrowing news, I identified

two people we've seen before.

Now, based on their posts,
these are the three UnSubs

that have offed themselves,

and because I got
into their phones,

I discovered they each
chatted with this individual.

Who is 45125?

I don't know.

He's some sort of terrible Yoda

for serial killers,

doling out copious advice.

Everybody's trying
to get his attention.

Sicarius.

Okay, we need to know who
else he's been talking to.

All of the direct messages go
through a different server.

But you know what I can do?

I can cross-reference

everyone on this forum
with anyone Mr. 45125

has had any public
chatting with,

and we got...

Oof.

It's still too
big of a haystack.

Truth, my angel of music.

This significant,
yet smaller stack

contains the three
UnSubs with the kill kits

and my informant.

Alright, well, let's
start searching

through this big, old haystack.

Cam, I need more work.

My little girl just
got a big opportunity

and we're trying
to make it happen.

Yeah, about that.

The company's starting
to make cutbacks,

and business just
isn't coming back

the way that we thought.

And that's why you need to
put me back on the road.

I'm the best sales
engineer that you have.

Actually, Elias,

your role is one of the ones

that's gonna be eliminated.

Wait, are you firing me?

It's... It's a
reduction in force.

And we're gonna need you
to return the company car.

Whoa, whoa. I have
a wife and kids.

My... My little girl is
about to start school.

How am I supposed
to pay for that?

Well, sales engineers
are in high demand.

You're a good worker.

I'm sure you'll
land on your feet.

I'm... I'm just really sorry.

That's awesome.

I hear they have
a killer lax team.

You know,
you should apply.

We could carpool.

Hey, now, don't
get his hopes up.

Those fancy-ass schools

ain't looking for
a kid like Chad.

Here we go. What?

You... You think
she got into Braxton

'cause she's better than you?

Nah, they just need to
diversify, like everywhere else.

There's no place
for a clean-cut,

all-American kid anymore.

They're all looking
for the weirdos.

The orchestra, the birdwatcher,
the alterna-whatever...

Mr. Sparks, I got into Braxton

because I worked my ass off.

Of course you did.

You know, equality just means

an even playing field, right?

You be careful, little girl.

The world can seem awfully
simple at your age.

Hey, is there a problem?

Nah, there's no problem.

Your little girl just seems
to think she's a grownup.

Old enough to
recognize a sad drunk.

Holly. Go inside.

Yeah, run off to Mama. Shoo.

Hey.

Don't talk to my
daughter that way.

Or what?

Come on, l-l-let's
see your best swing.

Huh? Have at it.

Hal, today is not the day.

All talk, no action.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Aah!

You
fuckin' beta cuck.

You ain't gonna do shit.

Just stay away from
my family, okay?

At least that
little bitch has the balls

to stand up for herself.

What a jerk.

Somebody should do
something about that guy.

I'm glad you're
not that somebody.

That suicide
in Virginia,

the guy in the woods,
that was one of ours?

Yes.

Good.

Then it's my turn.

No.

You told me if I gave you money,

I could cut the line.

We had a setback.

I know. I watch the news.

First, the FBI found your
little treasure chest,

and then they found
your transponders.

How is that my problem?

That's your problem
because more and more of us

have stopped
following the rules,

which means I have more and more

loose ends to tie up.

So, you wait.

Well, I just hope you
have a good exit strategy.

I do.

By the time the FBI
figures anything out,

the network will be gone.

So will I.

And the rest of us?

Those who bankrolled
you? What happens to us?

I won't end up like the others.

I'm not putting
a gun to my head.

Then let's make a deal.

You send me the same amount
of money as the first time,

and I move you to
the top of the list.

So, I'm next.

No. Not next.

There's someone else
who has to go first.

I need to see if
he pulls through.

That's not fair.

I have new toys. I
want to use them.

Then do what I
tell you, Benjamin.

The rules are
there for a reason.

Follow them and you won't have
to put a gun to your head.

Now, are you going to
send the money or not?

I'll consider it.

I-It's disgusting.

Sicarius is like a
celebrity to these people.

Everything they write
is to impress him.

There's a post on how
to dissolve bodies

in hydrochloric acid.

Mm. They're not just
competing for his attention,

but they're also
giving each other

how-to tips for murder. Yeah.

In addition to the
disgusting advice,

they're also sharing
stuff about themselves.

While you've been looking
into unknown users,

I delved into the UnSubs
we're already aware of.

So, Harris, that cuckold
bull aficionado...

He wrote this piece about how
he wanted to paralyze the world,

and then he wrote
a bunch of posts

saying even if damaged, he
would dominate till the end.

Gilcrest wrote this thing about
defeating a security system

and taking out a family.

It's not just fan fiction.

It's creepy auditions.

And they're doing it
in a place they know

Sicarius will see them.

And he gave them kill kits.

Specific kits.

So, Harris gets a
paralytic off the dark web

to go with the drugs
he's already prescribed.

Gilcrest gets a jammer.
It's like murder Christmas.

Except here's the rub...

Some of those kits were
in the ground for ages.

There's no way Sicarius
would know in advance

what people wanted in them.

He's picking candidates based
on kits he's already buried.

Selecting the killer
to fit the kit,

not the other way
around. Oh, my God.

Penelope, you are a genius.

Increasingly so.
It's the self-care.

Mm. Yeah.

But here's the
chicken-and-the-egg problem.

If we knew what
was in those kits,

we'd be able to
narrow our search,

but we need the kill kits in
order to track down our UnSubs.

Or maybe we don't.

We may already know
what's in those kits.

Oh.

Acid, strangulation, and fire.

You're sure?

The only killing methods
represented in the container

and not represented
in these kill kits

are acid,
strangulation, and fire.

And that's helpful?

It's exactly what we need.

Those M.O.s might point
us toward the three UnSubs

we're looking for.

Hey, Penelope, new search.

So, this is what might be in
those kill kits we're missing.

Look, I know you want to
punch the guy in the face,

but what's that gonna do?

He's still gonna
be our neighbor.

The guy's an asshole.

Honey, let it go.

What happened to
that guy I married

who could let anything
roll off his back?

Is it something else?

Work?

You know if you
had done anything,

he would have probably
called the cops.

Here. Maybe, um...

I could take your
mind off of it.

Honey, talk to me.

When you get quiet like
this, it scares me.

I just gotta work
some stuff out.

All talk. No action.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Beta cuck.

You ain't gonna do anything.

Hi. Sorry. I didn't
mean to wake you.

Um, sorry about last night.

I'm... I'm better now.

I... You have work?

Emergency trip to Tulsa.

There's a bug in the
system I have to work out.

Um, when will you be
home? On Saturday.

Love you.

Love you.

So, I don't have any candidates
for acid or strangulation,

but I do have one for fire.

Username "Notorious" over
the past several months

has made 37 posts
about el fuego,

and several have gotten the
attention of our 45125 UnSub.

"I wait
for the customer.

And when the customer asks
for fire, I rain fire."

Yeah, he goes on in
excruciating detail

about the smell of burning flesh
and how the victims can't scream

because all the fire has
sucked up all the air.

Okay, but what's all this
stuff about a customer?

Is this guy some kind of
a salesman who lost it?

No, he's former military.

Probably PTSD.

How do you know that?

Because I know.

Well, if your
Spidey-Sense is correct, sir,

and I'm sure it is, we can
get our paws on those records,

because the DoD
catalogues everything.

So, all I have to do is
cross-reference details

from these posts with
records from the Pentagon.

And in mere seconds, we
are gonna ha... Pickles.

Apparently while I was away,

the DoD decided to patch
that hole in their firewall

I told them about in 2012.

I guess they decided to
take cyber more seriously.

I, um...

I might have another way in.

Hey.

Does the DoJ have access to
military after-action reports?

I need you to do me a favor.

Tyler Green served two
tours in Afghanistan,

working military intelligence.

He was a spotter
for drone strikes.

His job was to lure enemy
targets into the kill zone,

observe the attack,
and report back.

How did you know?

The customer's always
right, aren't they?

Mm-hmm. What are we missing?

Uh, drone pilots and spotters
refer to their assignments

as coming from "the customer."

Might be the CIA
or a classified op.

It doesn't matter.
They're trained to give

the customer what they want.

And now, some of
them suffer from PTSD

because they're
questioning what they did.

If that's not serial killer
training, I don't know what is.

Well. It gets worse.

"After several
reprimands for drug use

and refusal to follow orders,

Green received an
other-than-honorable discharge

when he started
publishing videos

of the aftermath of
drone strikes online."

This is our guy.

Thank you. You're very welcome.

There's just one more thing.

We all know the numbers
on PTSD and suicide.

We also know that's
a precondition

Sicarius uses to
recruit his followers.

If this UnSub has some form
of IED, he's going to use it.

Curbside is for immediate
loading and unloading only.

No parking, waiting, or
stopping until your passengers

are curbside and ready to load.

We're
talking about a disgruntled vet,

potentially with an incendiary
device, in our nation's capitol.

If that doesn't qualify
as domestic terrorism,

you tell me, what does?

You told me this network
wasn't political.

It sure seems that way now.

Typical bureaucratic bullshit.

While the BAU is doing
all the real work,

you try starving us to death,

and now that we're on
the five-yard line,

you show up to take
credit for the touchdown.

It's your call.

Just know that if we don't
bring in DT and this goes wrong,

I don't know how much I
can protect any of you.

The BAU built this case
from the ground up.

Can we make it a
joint operation?

Emily. I have no choice.

I-I-I got a location
on Green's cellphone.

We're all on the same team.

Luke, JJ, get this guy.

Commander, we need to
take this guy by surprise.

You march your men out
there in full riot gear,

he's gonna see us
coming a mile away.

We'll take it under advisement.

Do we have eyes?

Knockout has
the target in our sights.

Distance 800 meters.

Wait a minute,
they have a sniper?

He's there as a contingency.

You'd prefer no Plan B?

Deputy Director, we haven't
confirmed the suspect is armed.

If they take this guy out,

we can't track him
back to the ringleader.

He is our only lead on the most
elusive killer in 15 years.

Thank you, but we have more
pressing issues right now.

He's heading into the park.

Yeah, he's got this planned.

Okay, there are only two
ways in and out of here.

This guy has military training.

If he gets into the park,

those people in there
are sitting ducks.

We need to move now.

That's not your call.

You are observers.

I need a sit-rep.

The target does not appear
to have a detonator,

but, sir, if he goes
through the park gate,

we're gonna have trouble
getting a clear shot.

Whoa, what the hell
are you guys doing?

I'm not losing another one.

Let's go.

This is a bad idea.

Sir, we've got a problem.

We have agents in the kill zone.

Order them back.

Sorry, DT isn't my command.

Rossi, if you don't pull your
agents away from that target,

I will relieve you from your
role as BAU team leader.

Excellent. I never wanted
it in the first place.

Sir, I can't get a clean
shot. It's too crowded.

If that man has a bomb and those
agents die, this is on you.

Uh, excuse me. Uh,
I think I'm lost.

I'm trying to get to
the Lincoln Memorial.

Do you know...

Get off of me!

Where's the detonator?

Sir, the target is down.

Hello, and thank you for coming.

This afternoon, agents with the
FBI's Domestic Terrorism Unit

apprehended an associate of
a network of serial killers

as he was attempting
to carry out

a terror attack in
Washington, D.C.

What the hell is this?

This is how he makes his move.

Doesn't matter if
it was a BAU win.

Just matters if he can put
it on the DT scorecard.

He's practically daring
them all to disappear.

This is bullshit.

The BAU caught Tyler
Green, you wank-weasel!

There
is no place you can run,

no place you can hide where
the long arm of justice

will not find you.

Hey, babe. Sydney: Hi.

I was just about to call.
Oh. How'd work go today?

Eh, as expected.

New guy fumbled the
installation, you know?

Just goes to show, if you
want something done right,

sometimes you gotta
do it yourself.

Okay, well, I love you.Okay.

Love you, too. Okay, bye.

Bye.

Prentiss. A moment.

We need to talk about
the BAU's future

handling the Sicarius case.

Considering the unit
did all the legwork

that caught our lead suspect,

I think they've
acquitted themselves.

And in the process, violated
any trust I had in them.

Agents Alvez and Jareau did...
I'm not talking about them.

I'm talking about Tara
Lewis and Rebecca Wilson.

Did you really think you
could hide that from me?

It wasn't my call,
but I stand by it.

No, you didn't make that call.

Rossi did, meaning he
falls on the sword.

I'm relieving him of his
position as head of the unit.

You need to find a
new team leader...

Someone who will
report directly to me.

I found someone.

Who?

Me.

As section chief, I make
all staffing decisions,

and my decisions are final.

Yes, they are.

It also means I can fire
you, if given cause.

Considering all you're
going to be taking on,

doing double-duty, I just
hope you don't give it to me.

We'll see.

But hey, good luck.

Did you take firearms
training as Deputy Director?

Excuse me? No, you
did. You must have.

But you've never pulled your gun
in the line of duty, have you?

Never faced down a psychopath.

You're a hedge fund
manager with a badge.

You have never done anything.

So, when my team
closes this case,

I'm not the one who's going to
need to worry about her job.

Excuse me.

So, it seems like you
learned a few new words.

Startup culture has
its own lexicon.

Sir, I have to put a malware
scan on your computer.

What? Yeah.

Hey. Um, I thought
you'd be home already.

I saw the press conference.

You doing okay? Yeah.

Yeah, it's just
another day at the BAU.

I mean, at least we got another
bad guy off the street, right?

He knows.

My boss at Justice called.

Apparently, Bailey still has
some loyalists over there.

I am so sorry.

I knew what I was
getting myself into

the minute I picked
up that phone.

I knew it could cost me a very
uncomfortable conversation

with the US Attorney,
and I did it anyway.

Because of you.

The irony of it all is that
they're pulling me back to D.C.

because of it, so, uh,
I guess that backfired.

Well, um, I mean, you can't go.

I have to.

No, I mean, you can't
move back to the city.

I-I want you to move in.

Tara, you practically froze up

when I even suggested
it this morning.

Please don't do this because
you think it's what I want.

No, I-I did, right?

I froze up.

You know, I just... it takes me

a little bit of time
with relationships.

I mean, I guess a profiler
would say I have trust issues.

But this afternoon,
watching and thinking

that my friends were
gonna get blown up,

I just... I just wanted
you to hold my hand.

So, if it's not too
geographically inconvenient now,

I would really,
really like for you

to consider moving in with me.

Okay.

Uh, excuse me.
We got a problem.

The device Green was
carrying was a fake...

Filled with dish soap
and mineral oils.

Completely inert.

Wait, what?

Why would a serial killer
be carrying a fake bomb?

I don't know, and
he's refusing to talk.

Why is this not adding up?

So, CST found the actual
volatile components

from the kill kit,
all neutralized

and made safe for disposal.

He also tapped into
the security cameras

monitoring the
entrances to the park.

To record what?

There wasn't gonna
be an explosion.

Not what.

Who.

Tyler Green... He spotted
targets for the Army.

That's what he was
doing in that park...

Trying to lure
Sicarius into the open.

To get into that park,

Sicarius would have had to walk
through one of those gates.

Meaning Green would
have got him on camera,

but we moved too early.

Dammit.

Now, hold on. First, we did
what we thought was right.

And second, hey,
that's a big leap.

Can you prove it?

Who is she, Tyler?

Hmm?

That's your sister.

She went missing 15 years ago.

And according to
your personal history

and your military records,

you searched for
her for 10 years,

and then you stopped.

You know what I think?

Based on your behavior,
I think you figured out

who killed her.

You didn't join that network.

You infiltrated it
to find Sicarius.

Tyler.

We on the same side?

You people...

ruined...

everything.

I'm done talking.

Okay, so he's not
a serial killer.

He's a vigilante.

How did he get closer
than we did, though?

He had help.

From us.

Penelope, they found this
on him when he was arrested.

These are the coordinates
for the kill kits.

How did he get them?

Oh, my God.

He's my informant.

You know, there was a time
where I would have gotten

a real rush out of this...

Just escaping the benign
minutia of everyday life

with the exhilaration of murder.

Now, it just kind
of keeps me level.

Especially when
people let me down.

But you're not gonna
let me down, are you?

No.

Ugh, I thought I could let
other people do it for me,

but apparently, people
cannot follow instructions.

You tell 'em not
to leave a body,

they go and make a whole scene.

You tell them not to kill anyone
that can be linked to them,

and they murder a former lover.

I don't understand
what is so difficult

about following a
few simple rules.

I mean, it's not hard.

I did it...

with you.

Didn't I, Hal?

P-Please,
I'm not the guy.

I'm not Hal.

You are tonight.

I'm not. Please. Why me?

Because you cannot
be linked to me.

Jesus Christ, haven't you
been paying attention?

Also because Moose here
will not leave a body.

Oh, please, no.

But mostly because
you look a lot

like my next door neighbor,
Hal, who's an asshole.

Clearly, I can't go and kill him

because that would be
breaking way too many rules.