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Previously on Hunt.

Abby Carroll reported missing less than 24 hours after her picture was sent to

the Mexican cell. She's also married to an FBI agent. Coupled with her spectrum

disorder, I'm afraid self -harming is not something we're equipped for. You

can't go back to that school.

It's not safe.

I'm commander of the XO Terrorism Unit.

You think terrorists kidnap my wife?

Welcome to ETU.

Terrorists we're chasing aren't human. We don't know where they come from. What

we do know is that hunters don't come in peace.

McCarthy here. Head to security.

Tell me where my wife is. Tell me! We are many. We are everywhere.

We're inside.

And we are angry.

Inside what?

The ETU.

The brutal terrorist group has been highly successful in recruiting young

from all over the world to join its extremist cause.

According to the CIA, some 3 ,000 Westerners have traveled to Iraq and

declared loyalty, including more than 200 Americans.

And in other news...

Am

I a dog, a duck, or a cat?

Quack, quack.

You're a duck.

Quack, quack.

There you go.

Thank you.

Lovely day, isn't it?

It sure is. Can I help you find anything?

Yeah.

Whoever this belongs to.

I have it on a bench.

Some poor little bugger isn't getting his birthday present.

Well, thank you for bringing it in.

My pleasure.

Yeah Carol again Any news on Abby?

Nothing yet When was the last time you got some sleep?

Three months ago, you said your hair dryer was too loud. The salesperson

me this one was the most quiet.

Thirteen days ago, you complained your earbuds didn't fit with your hearing

aids. These are wireless. And this toothbrush is 75 % more efficient than

regular one.

And it's sonic. I don't know what that means exactly, but it sounds cool.

Happy birthday.

I love you.

Yeah,

Briggs wasn't kidding.

That's some crazy ass shit.

Here, you try it.

Let me show you how it's done.

What, the Marines didn't teach you how to pull the trigger?

What was that?

It was one of them.

I thought you knew.

Only just found out, did you?

Are you one too?

No.

Just a... An explosion at a DC mall has killed seven people.

This was an attack.

On domestic soil with civilian casualties. Their audio message said

be spilt and it has been.

Seven people died at the mall.

A thermal or chemical explosion would have killed a lot more.

You're thinking this was a warning? Or a message. They already sent a message.

Literally. Oh, it's like Shah Hazar in Times Square.

Bone was supposed to be worse, but the asshole who built it was royally

incompetent.

Whatever the motive, we have a person of interest.

Surveillance picks.

Finnerman is running interference with the feds as we speak.

You missed the debriefing.

You mean the one where you tell me you got one of them on the payroll?

My wife was kidnapped by one of those things.

And you just expect me to work alongside one.

Regan earned our trust long ago. You're still learning yours.

Slavic's last words to me were about hunters being inside the ETU.

Do you really need me to connect the dots?

Slavic was just trying to mess with your head.

Well, it won't work with that thing.

Look, I realize how overwhelming this must be.

A new species, hostile.

I reacted the exact same way when I found out.

I was confused and angry.

Afraid.

Your wife is still in the picture.

You don't know a damn thing about what I'm going through.

Maybe not.

But I do have this.

Lionel McCarthy.

The bastard who took Abby.

A DJ calls himself Lionel of the Cymatic Society.

He's also the main suspect in this morning's bombing.

We find out where he is.

We find your wife.

You got to see this.

Viewer discretion is advised.

It's pretty twisted.

Chickenshit coward.

Keep watching.

What the hell?

Randall Slavik.

You got six hours to bring me his body.

More bombs, more dead, more fun.

And one of you creatures will be hanging in next.

Maybe you, Flint Carroll.

Or maybe Abby Carroll.

You know what I'm saying?

I'll be in touch.

Keep to the script.

Slavic's wife was told her husband was suspected of smuggling drugs at the

airport.

This is bullshit.

I mean, we should be hunting McCarthy, not interviewing widows.

Slavic's wife could be a hunter.

Well, is there a test to prove it?

Huh? Like a scanner or a DNA sampler?

Not yet.

Joseph's working on one.

But I can tell.

What, like a special handshake?

Is there something you want to say?

Not to you.

Fine, then. I'll say it for you.

I don't know what planet I come from.

Or how I was born.

I don't have an antenna, except on my car.

I get a weird skin thing every few months.

I cried when I saw E .T.

And... No.

My lady parts do not feel different than a human's.

But you knew that already.

That's a damn lie.

My wife is not one of you.

We were married six years.

Believe me, I've known.

McCarthy's sick video offered us a deal. Slavic body in exchange for no more

bombings. I don't negotiate with terrorists.

In 2010, we freed Kaisel Ghazali in exchange for Peter Moore. We ransomed

Sayyaf in the Philippines in 2001.

Those were live hostages.

And the White House had the press breathing down their neck like a pack of

hungry wolves.

I don't pander, and I don't negotiate with terrorists.

Especially non -human ones.

We've collected 600 corpses over the last four years. This is the first time

they've wanted the body back. Don't we want to know why?

Did we hand over Slavic's body in return for what? A chat?

I got my Twitter feed for that.

Why McCarthy single out the new agent, Flynn Carroll?

His wife's abduction is the obvious connection.

Then...

He has the scar.

Does he know what it means?

He claims not to.

Do you trust him?

I don't know.

That's weird.

There was a cage like that at McCarthy's farmhouse.

They're like rabbits.

What, like for pet?

To hunt. They can't help themselves.

Don't worry. I'm vegetarian.

Mrs. Blavitt?

Homeland Security?

We'd like to talk to you about your husband.

I don't know who you think my husband was, but he wasn't a drug smuggler.

He was a good man.

And you people killed him? Your husband was hazered after assaulting a security

officer. The coroner said he died of an undiagnosed heart condition.

Then why don't I get to see the body?

Aren't I supposed to identify him or something?

Did you ever notice any type of

unusual behavior?

Randall was...

kind and gentle man. I mean, he'd get rabbits, for God's sake, and now you

people are here telling me that you killed him because he was a drug

I know my husband, and he was not whatever you people think he was.

There is one last thing we need to ask about.

A piece of evidence connected to your husband's case.

Have you heard this song before?

A song.

Are you joking?

Oh, I hate new wave.

No.

Get back in the house.

Get back in the house, please.

She wounded them?

No.

You're sure?

The second I met her.

Carol.

Slavic's body.

You're not getting it.

Couldn't care less.

Eh?

I got what I really wanted.

I don't see it.

I mean, you were hyped, man.

No, not getting it.

What's so special about you?

What do you want?

What do you mean, me personally or us hunters?

Enough game playing.

How does this work?

If I offer you stuff in exchange for Abby?

Because I'll do it.

Grade school clever.

You keep me talking until the tin soldiers come rushing in with their

firecrackers and their two -bit explosions.

Martians go boom, that's what you hope. Boy, that's a big, strong Marine.

Lost contact. Oh, manly man beast you are.

Defy my instructions.

You are one hot -headed police officer, Afghan vet, deaf in training.

How do you know about me? I mean, you said so yourself.

The real question is, what do you know about me?

Nothing.

Huh? Except you're an arrogant prick, lapdog.

Oh! We've been made.

Take your team through the back entrance. Sweep for explosives before

in. Roger that.

Regan, can you hear anything?

He's in there alone.

I'm going in.

Regan.

Regan. Watch your mouth, boy!

Slavic spoke to you before he killed himself. What did he tell you?

I don't know.

You have someone on the inside.

I'm all.

Don't give me that B -movie Kaiser Salty crap.

What did he tell you? What do you know about us?

Until a week ago, I didn't even know you existed.

Okay? I didn't even know you fucking freaks existed.

You took Abby.

You took...

Kids are resilient.

And we'll be fine.

Maybe.

You go near her, I will destroy you.

I will destroy every last one of you.

Wherever the hell you are from.

Dumb.

Insignificant. And no, it's yetingly sincere.

Thank you so much for telling me the truth.

You want to see Abby now?

Come on.

She's all yours, Tiger.

Claire!

Take the top floor.

Finish this week.

not happy.

Thanks, Doc.

Hey!

Hey!

Any word on McCarthy?

Nothing yet.

He's disappeared again.

Just like at the airport, huh?

Funny how Agent Regan keeps losing him.

Why would I let McCarthy escape?

I don't know.

Maybe you two are related.

Or maybe you're the mole Flavik was talking about.

You're just here for yourself.

And you're calling me the traitor?

I could crush you. Come on, people.

Regan, come away now.

It's not Regan's fault we lost McCarthy.

You better hope so.

We need to talk.

Yeah.

I understand it's difficult with Carol under the circumstances. Give him time.

mean, I wouldn't trust you either if I were him.

It's not about Carol.

Or Paige.

The song.

The one Slavik and McCarthy used to communicate.

What about it?

When we played it for Slavik's wife... I...

Saw something in my mind, not like I see with my eyes.

Images, more like outlines.

I felt it in the Koihila factory and other times in the past.

You haven't mentioned this before.

I didn't know what it was.

And it happened again today when I heard the click.

The code they use to encrypt their messages.

I don't think it's code.

I think the clicks are the messages.

It could be their language, and I'm seeing it inside my head.

Everything at this stupid boarding school has gravy on it.

I told them I don't like gravy, and they said they would stop putting gravy on

my food. But of course, it still has gravy on it.

Why do you look so nervous?

None.

Making sure everything's safe.

You know, the only thing dangerous in here is me.

Um, uh... Can you, uh, recognize this

man?

I thought you came to see me.

Um, please.

Prosopagnosis is one of my conditions. I'm face -blind.

A lot of assies have it.

Yeah.

I knew that. I mean, it's not 100%. I see parts, eyes, hands, and voices.

Anything with sound helps me.

Here.

Okay. What are you doing?

Have you heard of this before?

There.

I'm starting.

What do you see?

Between the clicks, phases of light, shapes,

faces.

I see it.

And I hear it at the same time.

You have heard it. Okay.

Where? It was at a music store with Abby.

Where?

Audio Attic. She was buying sheet music.

Yeah. It was

coming out of headphones.

I remember it was coming out of headphones around some guy's neck. It

loud. I can't explain it. The color is from the shape

of the sound.

3D, but it isn't. Like bats or dolphins. Some kind of echolocation.

Yeah, hi. Are you open?

No, we're still closed.

The store's been shut down ever since the explosion.

An explosion?

When? Two weeks ago.

Everything in the store was destroyed.

Thanks.

Jackson. Carol. The bombing in D .C. wasn't random.

McCarthy's cleaning house.

And I know how to find him.

The attack in D .C. was aimed at a music store. Bomb was placed at a kiosk just

outside the front door. Music store.

Why? Well, the owners recognized McCarthy and Stavik as customers.

So did the manager of Audio Addict.

Plus, the third music store nearby was destroyed in a fire.

McCarthy's covering his tracks.

Yeah. Hunters were setting up meetings via the Spotify channel.

Using music stores as cover.

And to stalk victims like Abby.

That's where McCarthy first saw her. She was buying sheet music.

Stores that sell vinyl records.

That's anachronistic. Briggs is right. There aren't many left.

Using McCarthy's Brunswick farmhouse as the epicenter, I count 40 within a 300

-mile perimeter. If there is to be another attack and we get there before

McCarthy, we're looking at a possible gold mine of intel.

Security footage, receipts, forensic evidence.

40 stores.

That's the proverbial needle.

And there's no way of telling which one's next.

It's that one.

Blue Peak Music.

That's McCarthy's next target.

How do you know that?

Because I heard it.

Yeah. Blue Peak music.

Clever creatures.

Thanks for the leg up.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Time sensitive. I get it.

I hope you left some hot water for me, sweetheart.

Or I might have to punish you again.

That was Jackson.

He's on route without backup.

Briggs and I will go in the back, search the place, make sure McCarthy isn't in

there. You do that.

I'll take the front.

This is Slavic.

You were in Afghanistan?

Carol, you there? You know what this means?

I pressed number five. The bomb I just planted inside received a paging signal.

The signal initiates a firing circuit and then everyone dies.

I don't want to hurt anybody, but I will.

Okay, okay.

Why are you doing that?

You're not one of them. He tried to get the body back.

I didn't want Randall caught up.

Dissected like a pig, but you people wouldn't listen to him.

McCarthy.

Huh? He gave Randall his orders.

Slavic's wife.

We need to evacuate.

Now.

Randall picked me, of all the humans on Earth, to help him with his cause, to do

what's good.

And right.

Follow brother with him.

Break them when you're there.

How'd you figure out your husband wasn't human?

He told me.

If he hadn't, I never would have known.

They even smell just like us.

It's wet on his clothes.

Our sheets.

He wanted me to know who he really was.

The others, the ones you came here to track down, you'll never find them. Find

us. Where are the other hunters?

Where? How many are there?

We're in your houses, your churches, where you work and eat and sleep

and you don't even know it.

All clear.

Out the back, now.

We're everywhere.

And you can't stop us.

A police search of the Slavich home found a political manifesto proclaiming

suspect's allegiance to a domestic terrorist group.

Jesse Slavich claimed responsibility of the bombing of three other music stores

before dying of injuries sustained in today's explosion. Manifesto.

Nice touch.

I love my work.

Shame we couldn't capture her alive.

Well, she got the bomb off before Agent Regan could stop her.

Thankfully, she only took herself out and not any of us.

Did we recover anything at the store?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Patch on your arm, the skin thing.

Relax. Not contagious.

Jessie Flavik said she never would have known what her husband was if he hadn't

told her.

Is there any way to, you know, cover it?

With enough lotion if you work at it.

It's basically dry skin.

You want to see it?

Yeah.

McCarthy scratched some pieces off.

It's a bit roughed up.

I've never had that.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

You know, got to finish lasagna.

Netflix queue full of Downton Abbey waiting for me at home.

i'm sorry you don't owe me an apology he was a human collaborator she

might have led us to other hunters jesse slavic bombed a civilian target and was

within striking distance of a fellow agent you saved agent carol's life i

screwed up with page i screwed up at the music store this hunter shit that's

inside me i can't control it i mean look at me i tore that woman to shreds Like

an animal.

And I liked it.

I need the treatment.

You know that's not an option anymore.

But it's worse when I have this.

Everything feels raw like I'm starving.

I just need something to take the edge off of the urges.

Please. Allison, the treatment weakens you. I need you strong.

But I'm not.

But you are and you will be. The unit needs you.

We just have to manage your demons the same way as the rest of us.

There you are.

Lurking like trolls in a Reddit chat room.

You leather -faced buttermuckers.

Oh, but we are.

Even in these putrid pink wrappers, we're still losing our shells.

Agent Regan is shedding like a freaking cobra.

All right, who's up?

Just a scrape from her arm.

Open wide.

Tell Moster I hope he chokes on it.

Hello.