Criminal Minds: Beyond Borders (2016–2017): Season 2, Episode 11 - Criminal Minds: Beyond Borders - full transcript
US singer went to Jamaica to record a song in his cousin Winston Barlow's studio, but is arrested as sole suspect for his murder near his Blue Mountains estate shortly after an angry fallout. Seeking with Kingston liaison Inspector Jonario Shaw; against his men's prejudice against 'rich parasite artists', to prove his innocence, while in custody, the FBi team links the case to other violent crimes with different MO but roughly on a line to Kingston and by traces of red dirt to a freshly-used grave, from which they trail a 'zombie' linked to an untouchable mob baron.
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!
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.
♪♪
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!
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.
♪♪