All language subtitles for The.Hunting.Party.S01E04

Previously on "The Hunting Party"...

It's called the Pit.

It's home to the most dangerous

and violent criminals in history,

all of whom the world believes are dead.

Or at least it was until the blast hit.

How many inmates got out?

The exact number is unclear.

But you're here, Agent Henderson,

to help us catch them.

They did things to the inmates.

- What things? - Experiments.

The blast that collapsed the Pit was no accident.

It was a jailbreak.

Something tells me there's a lot more

Odell is lying about.

They're asking questions.

Why don't you let me worry about that?

Mmm.

Oh, yeah.

Ezekiel Malak.

Dr. Ezekiel Malak. Doctor.

For the senseless murders of 24 innocent people,

the great state of Illinois has sentenced you

to die by lethal injection.

What are your final words?

I'll tell you what Oscar Wilde's final words were.

He was on his deathbed.

He looked at the wallpaper and said,

either you go, or I go.

Great men are always misunderstood.

Time of death: 0130.

May God have mercy on your soul.

Let's begin.

My name is Dr. Dulles.

I have some questions for you.

What is this? Where am I?

If Susie's mother has no children,

who's Susie?

What the hell does that mean?

Why does frost form in the winter,

and dew in the spring?

What are you talking about?

Where am I?

Answer me.

Where am I?

What the hell's going on?

Where am I?

Yeah, yeah. No, I just got it.

OK.

Hey, listen, I'm gonna have to call you back.

A cupcake, really?

Well, it was either that or the lemon meringue pie

from the cafeteria, which I know you hate.

Look, Oliver, I appreciate the gesture,

but I can't have you leaving cupcakes on my desk.

Well, first of all, it's cupcake, singular.

And it's not like I bought you flowers.

Bex, it's your birthday.

I thought some small acknowledgment

fell within the bounds of professional courtesy.

Professional courtesy?

Yeah? - Yeah.

OK.

Well, on that note, then, how many times

have you left cupcakes on that guy's desk?

Oh, well, that guy's new, so...

Really?

All right, fine.

I hear you.

Strictly professional.

Thank you.

Hey, wait.

Look, this whole thing, you and me--

I recognize the situation I put you in here,

and I didn't mean to--

what? - Hey, guys, check this out.

We got a location on Dr. Malak.

Looks like Morales got a hit.

- Morales, what do we have? - An isp hit.

Someone searched the "Chicago Tribune" website

for articles on Malak's execution.

- He searched himself? - He searched himself 10 times.

The IP address is a library in Chicago.

- He went home. - We're in the wrong state.

Let's move. - Copy that.

Here you go.

How much do you guys know about Malak?

Well, I know he likes to talk a lot.

Apparently he was some kind of doctor

before he was in the Pit.

He was a hospital psychiatrist

until it was discovered that he was

killing patients in the ICU.

"Dr. Darkness."

Malak would inject his victims

with a lethal dose of digoxin,

a drug that causes cardiac arrest.

He officially has 24 vics to his name,

but it's probably a lot more.

All of his victims were laid up in a hospital bed.

This guy's a coward.

Well, actually, he's a highly intelligent

malignant narcissist with a complicated God complex, but--

Sure, if you want to put a label on it.

Malak was motivated by power and control,

so in a very real sense, he decided which patients lived

and which died.

That is one hell of an ego trip.

Now he's back in the city where he's from,

so he knows the lay of the land way better than we do.

How long before he kills again? - Best guess?

He's already hunting.

Ask you to restore his bodily health,

return him to his family through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Doctor, I didn't see you come in.

I'm sorry, Father.

I need to check on our patient here.

- How's the book? - Unreadable.

Malak's sociopathy is all over every page.

It's hard to believe he was able

to avoid suspicion as long as he did.

Well, a person's true nature can be easy to miss.

Hey, I saw you in Odell's office this morning.

Happy birthday.

- Don't remind me. - You don't like your birthday?

Does anyone like their birthday?

I love it.

We went to Fuddruckers this year.

It was great.

I didn't tell Odell what you shared with me,

if that's what you're wondering.

I wasn't.

Hey, if anybody asks this time,

we're from Homeland Security.

Do you just carry these around in your pocket

wherever you go?

Yeah, I like to be prepared.

- Oh. - Yes!

Hey, guys. Morales has something.

All right, I am sending you the feed now.

When was this?

An hour ago, Zion Memorial Hospital downtown.

Do we have an ID on who he's with?

Father Rupert O'Brien, the hospital's chaplain.

He abducted a chaplain?

You're still 30 minutes out from O'Hare.

That's too much time; I mean, it's not like

he kidnapped him so he could make a confession.

There's an airstrip nearby the CIA uses.

I'll set it up.

What do we know about O'Brien?

Did he ever cross with Malak? - Not that we know of,

but we're sending black-and-whites

to the chaplain's house just in case

that's where they're headed. - Copy that.

All right. Thanks, Jen.

Do you intend to kill me?

I wonder, Father, how many people

you've watched die, how many times you've been

present for their last breath.

It must be in the thousands.

I have devoted my life to helping the sick

find salvation in this life and the next.

You believe their deaths marked

a transition to a better place,

a reprieve from suffering.

Only by shedding their earthly vessels

can they enter the Kingdom of God.

I used to believe much the same,

but I had such a narrow understanding

of life and death.

And one day...

Mine eyes were opened.

Mary, Mother of Christ--

Excuse me, Homeland Security.

Who's the officer in charge?

Hey, talk to you for a sec?

Guys, go ahead.

I need a list of every person who's

been inside that apartment.

What kind of animal would do that?

Well, this doesn't look like what Malak did before.

No, this is different.

When Malak worked at the hospital,

he had to hide his kills, watch from the sidelines.

Here, he took his time.

He savored this.

So what exactly does that mean?

Means he's evolving.

Hey, Mom! Happy birthday.

I love you. I just wanted to send you...

- Hey. - A little bit of birth--

Hey, what's up?

Come here.

Thought you should know Odell got another call

from that mysterious burner last night.

The same person who told him about the blast?

Well, the phone is still hot,

which means whoever made the call

doesn't suspect that we know about it.

That--that's the good news.

The bad news?

The call came from somewhere inside the AG's office.

You don't think Mallory--

I don't know.

The call lasted 10 seconds, and Odell left

the base in a hell of a hurry.

OK. Where'd he go?

That's the other bit of bad news.

His phone has military-grade encryption,

which means I can't hack it remotely or track it.

Why do I get the sense you're about to ask me

to do something sketchy?

Plug this into his phone for 5 seconds.

It'll scrape all the GPS data

and we'll know exactly where he was last night.

How exactly do you expect me to do that?

You'll find a way.

Want me to honeypot my ex-partner?

Honeypot?

What are you, a Russian spy in a B movie?

No, that's not what I'm saying at all.

What I'm saying is, if there's even a slight chance

that he had anything to do with that blast,

we've got to figure out what it is he's hiding.

Hey, agents.

Y'all are gonna want to see this.

Florence.

Yep.

I'm up.

All right.

Chaplain Rupert O'Brien, male, 76 years of age.

Still awaiting full tox screen.

Preliminary cause of death is sudden cardiac arrhythmia.

What about the burns on his chest?

Any idea what caused those?

Not yet, but whatever it was, it's not what killed him.

You're saying he was tortured?

Correct. The burns are premortem.

Mr. O'Brien here was killed by extreme digoxin toxicity.

He had enough in his system to kill an elephant--twice.

Poor bastard had even more than the last guy.

Wait, what? Last guy?

That's why you're here, isn't it?

He's not the first.

Two victims in a week of freedom.

Both pumped full of digoxin.

Now he's torturing them.

Well, it's not uncommon for serials

to eventually begin craving more from the experience.

Like you said, he's evolving.

Right.

Except--

Except what?

Well, before, Malak killed people

but they didn't suffer.

It wasn't about their experience.

It was about Malak being in control.

But now it just feels like

he's after something completely different.

He's still killing them the same way,

but now he's making a bigger production out of it.

Right, well, how did we not know about this guy

till just now? - Welcome to Chicago.

Our team is monitoring everything possible,

but we can't work from information we don't have

because of backlogs.

Tell that to the chaplain.

Sorry, I--

your apple was trying to escape.

Might want to wash this. - Noted.

Need a hand? Noticed--

Yeah, stupid key never works.

Yeah, I noticed you struggling here.

Do you mind?

Yeah, this thing's kind of tricky.

There you go.

Voilà.

Didn't even say thank you.

Only one of the victims was taken from a hospital,

but neither fit his previous MO.

Yeah, but what's the pattern?

How are they connected?

Besides them living alone in Chicago.

That's it.

Each of the victims lived alone.

Malak knew he would have time with them

to kill them the way he wanted.

Like you said, he wanted more from the experience.

Yeah, but he would have had to cross paths with them

at least once to know that they lived alone.

What about at the library,

where we first saw Malak?

Both victims lived less than 10 blocks away.

He could be trolling for vics there.

We never pulled CCTV from previous days, did we?

'Cause we just assumed that was the first time

Malak had been at that library.

What if it wasn't?

Nice work, Shane.

Why don't you guys pull footage from the library

going back a couple days?

I have to take this call. I'll be right back.

- Hey. - Oliver.

Just checking in. How's it going?

We posted up at a hotel downtown.

Malak came home 'cause he's comfortable here,

and he's not gonna leave the city.

We just need some way to get ahead of him.

Yeah, no, I heard about the first victim.

There was no way for us to know.

Chicago PD still hasn't filed an official report.

Yeah, I get that we can't work

with information we don't have,

but I can't protect people from killers I don't know about.

Listen, the reality is, until we have excavated

this entire prison, we won't know who's made it out

and who's still buried down there.

But I promise you, we are using every tool available

to the NSA and CIA to search for every inmate

not yet accounted for, OK?

And I know you.

You're already doing everything you can.

And hey, listen, I just want to say again,

I'm sorry about before.

I mean, you made yourself pretty--

pretty clear.

It's just, we used to mean a lot to each other and--

Oliver, look, it was years ago, OK?

We were partners.

Things happened.

We've moved on, though, so let's just move on.

Understood.

Well, keep us updated on your progress.

We're standing by.

We got him. Three days ago.

What's he doing?

There are plenty of open public computers.

Why use that one and risk getting caught?

Maybe he's looking for something that can't

be found on the public server.

Morales, does that library have his book?

Checking. One copy, yeah.

Do you think he's looking up people

that checked out his book?

Ugh. This dude's the worst.

I don't get it. Why target them?

Oh, 'cause he thinks he's a savior.

And who needs a savior more than someone

checking out a book about grief?

Ugh.

Yeah, he's the worst.

Bex, you were right.

Both our victims checked out Malak's book.

Nice work.

Let's get a list of everyone who's borrowed that book.

All right, we'll take the South Side addresses.

Morales, send some black-and-whites

to do a wellness check on the others.

You got it. Sending them now.

Ms. Fulmer, this is Chicago Police!

Ms. Fulmer?

Clear.

They're gone. - Call an ambulance now!

We were able to counteract the digoxin in her system

and get her stabilized,

but she's in an incredibly fragile state.

Has she said anything?

Nothing that makes any sense.

But to be honest, it's a miracle she's even alive.

She looks like she's seen a ghost.

We're gonna need to talk to her.

Look, I appreciate you all have a job to do,

but that woman has been through hell,

and right now, she is my patient.

She's in no state to talk to anyone.

I don't mean to be insensitive,

but the U.S. government is gonna insist

that we get in there.

Not us. Just me.

Let me talk to her alone.

OK.

Thank you.

Ms. Fulmer?

I'm Special Agent Rebecca Henderson

and I am gonna catch the man who hurt you, OK?

But I'd like to ask you a couple questions.

Is that all right?

Can you tell me what happened?

Again and again.

He did it again and again.

What did he do, Ms. Fulmer? What did he do again?

He wanted to know what I saw each time.

Each time what?

Each time he killed me.

Help me.

I don't want to die! I don't want to die!

I don't want to die again!

He's reviving them.

What? What are you talking about?

The burn marks on her chest and O'Brien's,

they're from a defibrillator.

Malak stops their heart using digoxin

just to give them this near-death experience

and then revives them with the paddles,

just to do it over and over again.

Why the hell would he do that?

Because the Pit did it to him.

I need to see Adelaide's apartment.

OK, listen to this.

"Once his initial confusion subsided,

"Prisoner D37 displayed a calm,

"almost euphoric quality to his state of mind.

"He believed he had experienced a moment of divine clarity

"when his heart stopped,

followed by a miracle of resurrection."

Well, if he didn't have a God complex

before going to the Pit, he sure as hell has one now.

This is from his intake form from the Pit,

written by a Dr. Dulles.

Does that name mean anything to you?

Not really.

I mean, I'm pretty sure he was gone before my time.

Like, retired or deceased?

Because if we can track down Dulles--

I'm pretty sure he's--he's dead.

At least that's what I've heard.

OK, well, Malak knows that we're onto him

and he's smart enough to break pattern for his next kill,

so we need a new approach.

The locals are standing down at the crime scene.

It's clear, so we can go in and take a look.

Well, they haven't finished processing the apartment.

But the first officers on-site said

they saw her here, semiconscious,

and the back door was open.

So Malak hears the police

as he's trying to inject a lethal dose of digoxin,

makes a run for it, escapes out the back.

Any surveillance?

No, no cameras at all in this area,

no luck with the witnesses.

Malak likes control.

He'll bring his victims back to their home

so he can take his time.

But this one, it goes wrong.

He gets interrupted.

He runs away.

What's he thinking now?

Hospital said Malak stole a box of digoxin, right?

So I know exactly what he's thinking.

He needs more.

If he's gonna keep killing, he needs to re-up.

And the only place to get digoxin is at a hospital.

Problem is, there's over a hundred in Chicago.

So how do we narrow it down?

Well, he's desperate, so he's probably gonna go

for the first one he sees.

Closest hospital is West General,

about five blocks away.

- Let's go. - Copy that.

Where's your security office?

- Upstairs. - Lead the way.

Stay on comms. - Copy.

I'm with security now.

We're gonna start checking cameras.

I'll let you once we get a hit.

Check the ICU.

Code silver. Repeat, code silver.

Repeat, code silver.

Homeland Security. What happened?

He was stabbed.

Someone attacked him in the medication room.

He's here. Cardiac unit.

He's got the digoxin. - Copy.

Shane, swing around and we'll sweep each floor.

In pursuit. Southwest stairwell.

Bex, wait for me.

Sending security to cover the ground floor exits.

Bex, I'm coming down.

I think he went out the back.

Bex. Bex, where are you?

Bex, I need a location.

There you are.

I'm almost certain you already know

you're gonna die tonight,

but what you don't yet understand

is the gift you're about to receive.

No, no, no!

The one thing I ask of you is,

please do be honest about what you see in the light.

- He's got Bex. - How did this happen?

There's three of you.

We split up to cover more ground at the hospital.

It never should have happened.

You're damn right it shouldn't have happened!

Who do you think you're talking to?

You can blame me all you want, but all that matters

right now is finding Bex. - OK, OK, guys, guys.

We all want the same thing, yeah?

Now, Malak was smart enough to leave her phone,

and this is a very big city.

So even if we go to every single address

ever associated with him, we are just two people,

and we're not gonna be fast enough.

Send Bex's photo to the Chicago PD.

Call them in on this. - Hold on.

I agree with you, but the AG's never gonna go for that.

I can handle the AG!

This is Bex.

We're gonna do whatever we have to.

Welcome back.

I'm an FBI agent.

There's a--there's a team of people

out there looking for me.

I know who you are.

Quite frankly, this is-- it's all very exciting.

Exciting.

But you're right.

We don't have much time.

Much time for what?

A breakthrough.

In the moments following medical death,

there's a burst of activity

in the memory recall center of our brains.

More acutely in the emotional memory recall, right--

Right here.

You want me to remember something?

Do I want you to remember something?

No, no, no, no.

No, it's not about what I want.

It's about what you need.

You see, in life, we put up walls.

We bury truths, even from ourselves.

But in death, our minds can finally be honest.

In those last moments, we're shown something.

We're shown what's most important to us,

what we most need.

It's like a final gift from the subconscious.

Your mind revealed something to you, didn't it?

Yes.

Yes, it did. There it is.

So...

Special Agent Henderson,

what did you see when you died?

He knows this city way better than we do.

Now he knows we're coming.

There's no way he takes Bex back to any place

we can connect back to him.

Well, Bex said he's-- he's evolving, right?

He wants to spend time with her.

So wherever he takes her, it's got to be

somewhere private, somewhere he can control.

I mean, all his previous victims since escaping the Pit,

they've been taken back to their home.

Right, problem is, Bex doesn't have one.

No, but she has a hotel room.

Hey, Shane.

Hi, Morales.

Yeah, we need you to pull up everything

that you can on our hotel-- yeah, security footage,

traffic cams, whatever you got.

We think Malak has taken Bex back to her room.

You were right.

Malak was smart enough to avoid CCTV,

but Bex's room key was swiped 15 minutes ago.

Step on it, guys.

We're sending local police and EMTs to the hotel room now.

Hopefully, we won't need them.

It's ironic, isn't it, dying on your birthday?

There's something wonderfully symmetrical about it.

And I wonder if this is who you saw.

Happy birthday. I love you.

I just wanted to send you a little bit of birthday love.

Turn it off, please.

I know you don't like to celebrate it,

but in my book... - Turn it off.

- She doesn't look like you. - Turn it off!

Maybe she's not who you saw.

How interesting.

There's as much truth in what we don't see as in what we do.

You want the truth, Malak?

Near-death visualizations are nothing more

than normal brain functions gone awry,

so whatever gift you received in the Pit,

it was meaningless.

It was an empty hallucination where you--

What I'm doing here will go down

as the most groundbreaking understanding

of human psychology since Sigmund Freud.

You know, this could be a very meaningful experience

if you allow yourself to be honest.

Let's try this again.

What did you see?

What did you see?

I didn't see anything.

No, no. You're lying.

You're lying to me. I don't believe you.

I don't care.

Then it's time for round two.

Wait, Malak, no, no, no.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, OK.

You got me, all right? You got me.

I'm not going anywhere.

What did you see? What did you see?

When they executed you, you got a gift.

Nobody asked you, right?

Not even Dulles.

He didn't even ask you.

So you might as well tell me.

Dulles was a fool,

blind to the miracle he helped create.

I saw my father.

Why do you think that was?

Look, you can--you can be honest with me.

I--he was a doctor, right?

Yes. He was a giant.

Yeah.

Living in the shadow of parents is hard.

People forget that.

Especially fathers.

In life, he never said a kind word to me,

but in that heavenly moment,

he told me he was proud of me.

He believed that I could still achieve the greatness

that I was born to manifest.

It was a moment of profound healing.

Malak, I've read your file.

Your dad wasn't proud of you.

No, he called you a monster on TV

in front of millions of people

because your pathetic career had flamed out.

No one believed in you.

In fact, I think your dad-- what is it he said?

You're not even a real doctor. - Shut up!

I've built this whole profile...

- Shut up. - On someone I thought

was inspired by something,

but all this time, it was daddy issues?

I said shut up!

It's over, Malak. You're not getting out of this.

I was never planning to.

Malak, we're coming in!

He's in the bathroom!

He's down!

The hell he is.

Move, move, move.

Bex. Bex, what are you doing?

He is not running away from this.

Wake up, wake up.

What did Daddy say this time?

You know, I was shot once.

Well, technically it was--it was twice.

It was two bullets, one time.

Anyway, it just missed my kidney

by, like, 1/4 inch.

Medic said after that he was pretty sure I was, you know,

a goner.

I took a 39 in the shoulder.

- No way. - Yeah, in Belarus.

Man, dude. Nice.

Yeah, you should see the exit.

I bet. Check this out.

No! Me too.

- Really? - Yeah, over here.

Damn, all right.

Well, I mean, mine's bigger, but, you know.

Man, this is my head.

Yeah, it explains a lot.

Thanks.

Hey, come on. Go home. Get some sleep.

I can sleep later.

Besides, I'm pretty sure I-- yep, missed my spin class.

Bex.

You know what?

If I rush, I can probably make that class.

Hey, Shane.

Thanks.

Yeah, of course.

Hey. How you feeling?

Yeah, I've had better birthdays, for sure.

You know, when they told me that Malak took you,

I thought I was gonna--

I thought we were gonna lose you.

I'm glad you're OK.

Anyway, I'm sure you need some rest,

so I'll get out of your way.

Oliver, wait. Wait.

When Malak had me tied up, he told me

that in my final moments, my mind would reveal

what was most important to me.

Well, he was insane.

Incredibly, but he wasn't wrong.

I died, Oliver.

My heart stopped.

And in that final moment, I saw Sam.

And I saw you.

I'm sorry for pretending that what we had wasn't important.

It was.

I'm really happy you're here.

I--I could stay.

It's OK.

Honestly, I think I just need to sleep for, like,

a week at this point.

Yeah.

Actually, could I use your phone?

They took mine, and I really need to call Sam.

- Yeah, here. - Thanks.

I'll be just outside if you need anything.

Hello, this is Sam's cell phone.

You know what to do.

Hey, Sam.

It's me. I'm just checking in.

Shane, good to see you

- Hey. - Follow me.

How's he doing?

Oh, good days and bad.

The music helps.

Dr. Dulles.

Dr. Dulles, you have a visitor.

Thank you.

Hi, Dad.

The GPS data from Odell's phone

shows that right after his mystery phone call,

he drove 15 miles to this storage facility.

I checked, and there's a unit rented in his name.

Bex.

What the hell are we looking at?

- These are coordinates. - How do you know?

Because the one in blue

is the satellite coordinates for the Pit.

And the other five?