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Previously on The Hunting Party. Call the pit, 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?

You're here, Agent Henderson, to help us catch them.

I want my team back.

You're gonna reinstate us.

Today. The day Odell died, Shane asked me to do voice rec.

It matched a personnel file for a Colonel Evelyn Lazarus.

Effective immediately, Attorney General Mallory has been relieved of her command

regarding the inmate recovery effort.

I am in charge now.

Hello?

Hello?

Is someone there?

What's going on?

Why the hell can't I move?

Because it's cured.

Now, I know you must be thirsty, but it's important to stay dehydrated,

the resin has a hard time bonding long term.

What are you talking about? Just let me go. No one has to know.

Well, that would be a waste.

No, please, no!

Colonel Lazarus has quite the storied career.

Long list of high -stakes appointments with command positions at every level.

Still working on a deep dive to make sure everything checks out, but this

thing is a little concerning.

Well, I would say the Attorney General getting kicked out by the military is

more than a little concerning.

I don't trust her.

Recapturing the inmates for the AG is one thing, but it feels like she's got

own agenda.

Maybe, but I can confirm that Ron Sims was transferred to the same black site

facility that the other recaptured inmates went to.

We're still running point in that operation, so there's no change on the

end. You said Odell found a way to work with her. Maybe we can do? She wanted

this post for a reason. We need to figure out why. That starts by finding

who it is that we're working for.

Says he or she came up through West Point.

I served the joint mission with an Army CO who graduated around the same time. I

could call him, ask if he knows anything.

Do it quietly. The last thing we need is Lazarus knowing we're looking into her.

What about this new guy?

He hasn't left his office all morning.

Is he...

Playing solitaire.

Jonathan Peck? He seems nice enough.

Lazarus is lackey.

No, we don't know that. We actually don't know anything, so we should start

getting some answers.

Hey, sorry, we got a hit.

We intercepted a daily bulletin from a private security company in Los Alamos,

New Mexico. A resident reported a suspicious stranger lurking outside a

his neighborhood.

Los Alamos?

Uh, yeah. The reported address once belonged to one of the victims of pit

H23, Adrian Gallo.

Sorry, who filed that report?

The bulletin doesn't name the resident.

Are we sure that's him? Can we, like, magnify or enhance the image or whatever

tech thing you guys do? This is the best that I can do with the technology that

I... Hang on.

Thank you, Morales.

How did you do that?

Definitely not AI.

Uh, pull up his pit file.

Kind of hard to see. No, it's him. It's a dream.

Of course you know who this guy is. It's hard to forget him. He killed six

people by encasing them in resin.

Whoa.

This is so disturbing, and yet I cannot look away.

Well, their eyes are open.

Guess he was going for a still -living kind of vibe.

Is there a pattern for victim selection?

As far as I can remember, victim selection was random, with the exception

the fourth kill.

The lead detective on the case.

Detective Jack Whalen of the Los Alamos PD, a 30 -year veteran. Damn.

Jack Whalen's partner was the one that eventually brought him down. She got

justice for the victim, then for her partner.

Her name is Erica Burke.

Now it's time for the courts to get justice for the victim, including my

partner, Detective Jack Whalen.

And the lawyers might kill me for saying this, but I hope that son of a bitch

rots in prison for the rest of his short, pathetic life.

He deserves the darkest corner of hell for what he's done.

I'm just going to say it. I like your vibe.

All right, let's get to New Mexico before this guy does any more arts and

crafts.

Agent Henderson, what do we have?

We have a hit on Adrian Gallo in New Mexico.

I see.

What's the exposure? One witness that we know of, as yet unidentified.

Does he have any victims yet? He will, if we keep talking, though.

PHB Home Security?

Yes. Hello. I have an emergency.

What can we do for you, Mr. Wilkins?

The vagrant is back, and I can say for certain that he is drugging.

Is he there right now?

For sure? Because when we came the other day... No, he's gone.

He's going to be back. This is the second time he's been here.

We'll send someone by.

I'm not going to hold my breath.

Why do we even have neighborhood security if they don't want to show up?

Hello?

what do you want from me i need to know what you saw mr wilkins

you're going to tell me

about working with resin.

Once it cures, nothing can be changed.

It's one of the few things in life that's truly permanent.

So it's a delicate business, knowing when the resin is set enough to prop the

eyelets open.

That window for getting all the little details right starts closing the second

you pour on the epoxy.

Now, the dead specimens look basically the same as the live versions, so all

have to do is capture them and freeze them.

24 hours usually does it.

Only for the big boys, you know. 48 to 72 is safer.

Then you can pose them.

And nobody fights back.

They die peaceful.

In the cold.

Like going to sleep.

Worst TED Talk ever.

How does a guy even come up with something like this?

Well, for Adrian, encasing his victims in resin grew out of a fascination for

the form itself.

So growing up, him and his mom would move around a lot. It was a very

and chaotic environment.

But eventually, they wound up in New Mexico, but that's when her health began

decline. So Adrian discovered a new hobby,

resin embedding, which was his coping mechanism. It's a specimen preservation

technique popular in the Southwest.

Nope, don't need that.

What, you don't like spiders?

Nobody likes spiders.

Well, actually, Adrian does, and scorpions and lizards and anything that

encase in resin. But for him, it was about preserving something beautiful,

especially after the loss of his mother. He craved permanence.

Nothing says permanence like a human paperweight.

No, to him, there was no difference between killing a scorpion and killing a

human being.

It says here when Gallo was first arrested, he refused to admit to any of

crimes. He even offered to help the police find the actual killer.

Well, that was awful nice of him.

It's actually more common in serials than you'd think.

But in this video, Gallo seems proud of his kills. How did the pit doctors get

him from claiming innocence to waxing poetic about eyelid?

In his file, it lists IAT, Immersive Accountability Technique.

They would show Adrian hours and hours of imagery of his crimes, case files,

witness reports, crime scene photos, even victim impact statements from the

family members.

Well, let me guess, Dr. Dulles was a big Clockwork Orange fan.

I think it's actually Dr.

Charles as the supervising researcher.

Oh, great. Because we know how well his therapies worked on Ron Sims.

Can we talk to him?

The doctor has him in induced coma after what Sims did to him.

Except they'd let us know if there's an update.

Flooding Adrian's senses of undeniable evidence of his crimes was supposed to

make him take accountability for his actions.

They did for days and days on end.

How long until Gallo finally cracked?

One year before he finally admitted to the first three kills. They did this to

him for a year? And four years before he finally admitted to all of it.

Local PD just found the body.

Vic's name is Carl Wilkins.

Fourteen years ago, Adrian abducted his fifth victim from a house across the

street. Mr. Wilkins here.

He was the main eyewitness.

So Gallo came for revenge. That's pretty clean.

Yeah, except the security company logs say that Wilkins reported seeing the

vagrant twice this week.

Right, so he comes by the first time the case adjoins, second time does his

thing. Yeah, but the report says he was lurking around the neighbor's house, not

Wilkins' place.

Well, he forgot which place was Wilkins'. Either way, if Gallo is on a

tour, we've got to get black and white on everyone that was involved in the

case.

Devin, I'll make some calls.

What you got there, Bex?

Shoe prints.

Adrian stood there right after he killed Mr. Wilkins. He stood exactly where the

witness stood all those years ago.

Is he trying to relive a piece of the crime by stepping into the witness's

shoes? I don't know. Maybe. But you're right. It doesn't feel like revenge is

the only driver here.

No.

Okay, we've got to talk to someone that knows this case.

What about the detective who caught him when his partner was killed? Erica

Burke, yeah.

What's a badass detective like her up to these days?

What's wrong with that girl?

Pick the wrong house.

You.

How are you still alive?

Good to see you again, detective.

I used to watch you two on the news.

Give her little press conference updates.

You and I... We're not

so different after all.

Didn't anybody ever tell you it's rude to wear sunglasses inside?

What the hell happened to you?

Hell happened to me.

No answer in her cell. I'm gonna try to go home.

You got a landline?

Old school.

I've been thinking about this moment for so long. And here we are now.

Together, finally.

I want to see them.

I need to see them. You understand.

I understand that you're insane.

Actually, for the first time in a long time, I don't feel crazy.

I think I'm the same one. This is FBI Special Agent Rebecca Henderson.

I'm on route to your home right now.

I was hoping to speak to you regarding...

Erica Burke, you the teen they send to catch dead guys?

I assume you guys waved off a local PD.

No, I don't know who you think you saw, but we're with the FBI.

No, she's FBI.

You are CIA. And you?

I'm not quite sure what you are, but I like it.

I thank you.

Um, Detective Burke, could you tell us what happened here? Erica, and yes, I

tell you everything on one condition.

I want in.

No. Yes.

Adrian Gallo killed my partner.

I'm not sure how or why he's still alive, but I want to make sure he gets

back into whatever cage he crawled out of.

There is no way I'm bringing a stranger into this investigation. I do believe

that ship has sailed.

Look, our best chance at finding Adrienne and controlling media fallout

she feels like she's a part of the team. And you have no doubts about her? I

have a ton of doubts, but that doesn't change the fact that she's our best bet.

So what paint are you working with?

Farrow and Ball?

Hell no.

On my pension, it's the old cheapo knockoff.

No kidding.

Wow, your brush strokes must be perfect, because honestly, I cannot tell the

difference. I do a bit of painting myself.

Of course you do.

Guys, the longer you stand over there jaw jacking, the further away Adrian is

getting.

You still on a firearm?

Hell yeah.

This is New Mexico.

All right.

But you keep that thing holstered unless we tell you.

This is our case. That means you follow our lead. We're not looking to get into

a shootout or cause a scene.

This is a stealth operation.

No cowboy.

Got it. Okay, so what exactly did Adrian say to you? He said he wants to see his

resins. He needs to see them.

Where are his resins?

Exactly where I told him. New Mexico police evidence storage.

After Adrian died in prison, your handiwork, I assume, the city of Los

just wanted to forget the whole mess, and they threw everything in the

storage. What, even the resin?

I thought family members usually liked to bury their loved ones. I was told

got ashes. After I retired, I found out the ugly truth.

They got fake remains.

So the bodies were just left in evidence storage?

It's empty.

The bank is clear.

They'll find Gallo anywhere.

Los Alamos Curios will be closing in 15 minutes.

I repeat, the store will be closing in 15 minutes.

I hope that sick son of a bitch...

This section is for employees only.

You can't be in here.

I was just looking for something.

Well, you found the Arizona Bark Scorpion.

Most venomous in America.

Yeah, it's amazing how something so beautiful can be so deadly, right?

You know, I used to feel bad for these critters, frozen forever and this stuff,

but I don't know, there's something cool about the way they're perfectly

preserved.

Better than getting eaten by a predator anyway.

You might be right, kid.

If you don't want to see them, you can go wait in the car. It's okay.

I never want to forget what they mugged or did to Jack.

Open the roof.

The stuff didn't just accumulate overnight.

These resins have been gone a long time.

Maybe Gallo already came by looking for his resins.

Something spooked him and he took off. How long are we supposed to wait for

Gallo guy to show up?

Come on, Hassani, you'll have a good takeout.

Wait, where are you going?

Uh, you guys got this covered, no?

Erica, you want to grab a coffee?

What if we wanted a coffee?

You miss the job, don't you?

Every single day.

But after I failed Jack, it felt like I didn't deserve to wear the badge

anymore.

A partner's death is not your fault.

Adrian's and Adrian's alone.

I know something about it because I lost my old partner a few weeks back.

Morales, I need you to find out what happened to the six resin dead bodies.

Somebody got into that warehouse and I want to know how they're connected.

Well, stealing dead bodies doesn't sound like the kind of weirdo crap pit

scientists would eat right up.

But I haven't seen anything in Adrian's treatment records to indicate anyone

from the pit ever visited that warehouse.

But we all know those guys had their little pet project.

Are you okay?

This is a lot. I get if it's weighing on you. It's not that.

It's Adrian.

If he doesn't get his resins, he's going to want to make more.

Which means he's preparing.

First, he'll need his supplies.

resin powder, isopropyl alcohol, acrylic monomer.

He'll need a respirator for the fumes and a dehumidifier.

Any big box store worth of salt will have everything he needs.

Next, he'll find a workspace.

Some place he won't be disturbed.

He'll make sure it's hotter and drier than hell.

You'll need to limit the moisture in the air, otherwise the resin will cloud and

it's hard.

Last thing you'll need is a victim.

Someone he can preserve forever.

How's the treasure hunt going?

I just hit another dead end. This is so incredibly frustrating.

What's so incredibly frustrating?

Uh... If Dr.

Charles did take those resins, he hid his trail really well.

I may be able to help.

Respectfully, sir.

I've searched every single server. I can't work with records that don't

Follow me.

Major Morales, I understand that my predecessor did things a certain way.

And there are natural questions about how the new guy is going to operate.

But first, I don't get in the way of my people.

I assume that you're here because you're the best at what you do.

And I ask that you extend me the same courtesy.

And second, I have a luxury that Oliver O'Dell did not.

I don't work for the pit.

Which means I have no reason to keep you or your team in the dark.

My only job here is to help.

What is this?

When I took this job, I asked that any items of value pulled from the blast

be cataloged and placed in a secure vault here, on site.

And this is everything recovered from Dr. Charles' office, including the hard

drive from his personal computer.

Now this I can work with.

All these years without Jack, I took comfort in the fact that Adrian was

And that I would never have to see that sick son of a bitch again.

And then today, talking to him, seeing him, it just...

Brought all of it back.

I was in such a dark place.

I lost everything.

I was obsessed.

Thought I was done with all of this.

That's the thing about the job, though, isn't it? We're never really done.

Ain't that the truth.

We got ahead on a look and stolen credit card.

Looks like you were right. Adrian went shopping.

You're not going to come?

Adrian took everything from me.

And he doesn't deserve to walk this earth. But the last time I went down

road, I barely made it back.

I'm going to sit this one out.

You don't seem like the type to run away from a fight.

I'm not.

And that is the problem.

Do me a favor, though.

When you do catch up with Adrian, put a bullet in him for me.

Maybe it's not for his human.

Just a really big spider.

Funny. Razor blade?

Zip ties.

Plastic sheeting. Have you ever heard of the phrase, see something, say

something?

For 18 an hour?

Hey, Morales, what you got?

I found something on Dr. Charles' personal hard drive. You need to see.

you get your hands on that? Turns out PEC does more than just play solitaire.

Erica?

What is it now?

Some detective gave me a hundred bucks to give this to you.

What detective?

Said his name was Jack Whalen.

Let's begin.

I do not like the look of it.

Oh, don't worry. It's probably not Spider.

I'll tell you whatever you want. Oh, boy. Guard, proceed.

So that's where Adrian's resins went.

Dr.

Charles secretly removed the resins from the evidence storage warehouse so he

could destroy them as part of Adrian's therapy.

All six were destroyed.

Is it weird? I kind of feel bad for the guy now.

Yeah. Yeah.

Thought so.

Erica said Adrian wanted to see his resins, that he needed to see them. But

would she say that if Adrian already knew his resins were destroyed?

Why is Erica lying to us?

Why would she lie to us?

Morales, we're going to need a location on Erica now.

That's weird.

Erica's phone was turned off five minutes ago.

So we're not going cowboy, huh?

She's at the Magistrate Hotel.

I put a tail on Erica. She's been acting weird. Everything's evidence. We're

out. You put a cop on her? No, PHP security.

I'm not going to get Lothal MSPD to go after one of their own.

Okay, come on.

I see you got my note.

Give me one reason why I shouldn't shoot you dead right now.

I'll give you three.

In the pit when Adrian initially confessed, he only admitted to the first

murders.

He admitted to the last three to try to save his residence.

But if that were the coerced confession, he would have said anything.

They wanted me to confess.

After a year of hell in that place, I admitted to what I'd done.

I killed those first three, yeah.

They were mine.

But the last three?

That was something of a mystery.

And once I was free, I had to solve it.

What if he didn't commit the last three murders?

Shoe prints.

What if he went to Mr. Wilkins' house to learn exactly what he saw the night of

the fifth murder?

Well, because he knew somebody else committed the murder.

Right, he wasn't looking for revenge or his resin.

First, he'll need to get supplies.

Resin powder, isopropyl alcohol.

He'll need a respirator for the fumes, a dehumidifier.

He has to limit the moisture in the air. Otherwise, the resin clouds when it

hardens.

He was looking for his copycat.

Do me a favor, though.

You do catch up with A3.

Put a bullet in her body.

You're looking for Erica.

You and I are the only ones who know the truth.

You killed those last three.

You killed your partner.

How did you figure it out?

After all that time in prison, I kept imagining who you were.

My copycat.

I pictured so many people, but I never expected you.

Why?

I didn't plan it.

We had been watching you for a while by then.

I knew everything about you.

Your mother, your little trips to the hardware store.

We had enough to file a warrant, though I wrote up an affidavit.

And then Jack said, when the case was done, so was

he.

He was packing it up and moving to Florida.

We argued about it.

But I did not want him to leave me.

And I don't know what I was thinking, but something, some spirit took me over.

What had I done?

I sat with his body for eight, nine hours.

Then I got the idea.

Well, Jackie, it wasn't romantic, but it was love.

And I just... You just wanted to keep him.

After I got a date, I couldn't stop.

So don't.

She told me that this case cost her everything, that she became obsessed.

So she started to copy down. Hold on. Let me get this straight. You're

Erica killed three people, pinned it all on Adrian because he was the killer who

inspired her?

Yeah.

But I don't think she stopped at three.

Yeah!

It's Adrian.

She's definitely not here.

And I don't see any signs of a struggle.

You think Erica did this to him?

I think he wanted her to.

Guys, I don't think this resin's fully set.

I don't think he's still alive.

Check the pulse.

There.

Oh, boy.

Yeah?

Nope, he's super dead.

Let's go, Grace. This isn't over.

We need to find Erica.

Did I get you?

It's over, Erica. You're not going to get out of this one.

I'm guessing you found Adrian.

Scorpion was a nice touch, right? Shane, you okay?

Yeah.

Erica?

It doesn't have to end this way.

It ended a long time ago.

You know, Erica, you almost had me fooled.

Adrian didn't want to see his resins.

He knew his were destroyed.

He wanted to see yours.

Because he knew that you could not stop at three. Isn't that right?

And those missing person flyers you so proudly have displayed.

They're trophies of your victims, no?

I do love to see their faces.

Let me tell you something, girl.

It sure was fun.

You know the thing they say about serial killers getting off on the preparation

and the ritual of it all?

Hell if it ain't true.

The hardest part?

Keeping the damn thing a secret.

I had to find some place to keep them.

Honestly, I'm a little relieved. I did too good a job not getting caught.

Adrian's mistake was he displayed his creations.

If he had just kept them hidden away, we never would have found them.

Truth is, Bags, you do this job long enough, the darkness will leave its

You should probably call your cleanup crew, Lassani.

Tell them to take this place right down to the studs.

To confirm, they pulled 13 bodies from the walls.

The remains will be sent to the respective families with some

story.

Hello?

I'm just working.

No.

Don't feed it lettuce.

And then let it hop around the house.

Something on your mind?

The things we see on this job.

What these killers do.

Do you think Erica was right?

About the darkness leaving a mark?

No.

You can just turn the light on.

What? Well, where's the darkness then?

The light always wins, Bex.

The trick is finding something that keeps the light on.

Okay.

All right.

What is it for you, then? What keeps the light on for Shane Florence?

You.

Hassani.

Morales, being a part of all of this.

But mostly... Red Vines.

They can't be that good. Give me one. Give me one. Let the light in, Bex. We

took these away from you, by the way.

Rebecca.

Do you mind? Oh, uh, Bex, please.

Rebecca's not my mother's name, but still.

Morales said that you were a lot of help.

Thank you.

And believe it or not, uh, helping is what I'm here for.

But there was something that I've been meaning to say.

Look, I know that it must be strange to see me working in your old partner's

office. Oliver and I actually crossed paths a few times.

I was very sorry to hear about his passing.

I thought that you might want this.

So I spoke to my buddy who went to the point with our new boss.

Turns out Laz was a company legend.

Top of her class, even said a couple of records.

Laz sounds exhausting.

Oh yeah, she used to piss off all the guys by kicking their ass during

training. Apparently she could run a sub five minute mile. Wow.

Okay, so her record checks out.

Her military record, yeah.

But I had my guy do a deep background check on everything before she enlisted.

Any red flags?

No flags.

At all.

No birth certificate, no driver's license, not even a library card.

Look, I know government spooks, but this is next level.

Prior to West Point, Evelyn Lazarus doesn't exist.