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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?

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.

♪ Something is happening ♪

♪ And it started happening
when you walked by ♪

Hello?

Hello?

♪ Something new
suddenly hit me ♪

Is--is someone there?

What's wrong?

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,

otherwise the resin has
a hard time bonding long term.

What are you talking about?
J-Just let me go.

No one--no--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 whole 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 her own agenda.

Maybe, but I can confirm
that Ron Simms was transferred

to the same black site facility

that the other
recaptured inmates went to.

I'm still running point
in that operation,

so there's no change
on the back end.

You said Odell found
a way to work with her.

Maybe we can too.

She wanted this post
for a reason.

We need to figure out why.

That starts by finding out who
it is that we're working for.

It says here she came up
through West Point.

I served a 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.

Eh, Lazarus's lackey?

Now, we don't know that.

We actually don't know
anything.

So we should start
by 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 home
in his neighborhood.

Los Alamos?

Yes, the reported address
once belonged

to one of the victims
of Pit inmate 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--

Hang on.

Thank you, Morales.

How did you do that?

Definitely not AI.

Let's pull up his Pit file.

It's kind of hard to see
if it's--

No, it's him. It's Adrian.

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.

All their eyes are open.

I 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
being the fourth kill.

The lead detective on the case.

Detective Jack Waylon
of the Los Alamos PD.

A 30-year veteran.
- Damn.

Jack Waylon's partner
was the one

that eventually
brought him down.

She got justice for the victims
and for her partner.

Her name is Erica Burke.

Now it's time for the courts

to get justice
for the victims,

including my partner,
Detective Jack Waylon.

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 gonna say it.

I like her vibe.

All right,
let's get to New Mexico

before this guy does
any more arts and crafts.

Ooh.

Agent Henderson.

Uh, what do we have?

Uh, 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.

So...

I hope that
sick son of a bitch

rots in prison
for the rest of his short--

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

PHP 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, no. He's gone.

But he's--he's going
to be back.

This is the second time
he's been here.

We'll send someone by.

I'm not gonna hold my breath.

Why do we even have
neighborhood security

if they don't wanna show up?

Hello?

No.

It can't be.

What do you want from me?

I need to know what you saw,

Mr. Wilkins.

You're going to tell me
everything.

Here's what I love most
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 eyelids 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 version,
so all you have to do

is capture them
and freeze them.

24 hours usually does it,
although 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.

It's like going to sleep.

Worst TED Talk ever.

How's 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, he and his mom
would move around a lot.

It was very unstable
and chaotic environment.

But eventually,
they wound up in New Mexico.

But that's when her health
began to 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
he can 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 is 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 his 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 eyelids?
- Hmm.

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 family members.

I hope that sick
son of a bitch rots in prison

for the rest of his short,
pathetic life.

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 Simms.

Can we talk to him?

The doctor has him
in an induced coma

after what Simms did to him.

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

Flooding Adrian's senses
with undeniable evidence

of his crimes was supposed
to make him take accountability

for his actions.

They did this 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 a body.

Vic's name is Carl Wilkins.

14 years ago, Adrian
abducted his fifth victim

from the 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 same vagrant

twice this week.

All right,
so he comes by the first time

to case the joint,
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 revenge tour,

we've got to get
black and whites on everyone

that was involved in the case.

Stepping out
to 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.

OK, we got to talk to
someone that knows this case.

What about the--the detective
who caught him?

You know, the one whose
partner was killed.

- Erica Burke, yeah.
- Yeah.

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

♪ Ages ♪

♪ Happy when I see you
always ♪

♪ Over with the others ♪

♪ Peace ♪

Oh, damn it.

Should've gone with ecru.

You picked 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 your 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 on her cell.

I'm gonna try her 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 wanna 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.

You've reached Erica Burke.
Leave a message.

I think I'm the sane one.

This is FBI Special Agent
Rebecca Henderson.

I'm en route
to your home right now.

I was hoping to speak to you
regarding an old case...

Erica Burke.

You the team they send
to catch dead guys?

I assume you guys
waved off the 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.

Uh, tha--thank you.

Um, Detective Burke, could
you tell us what happened here?

Erica, and yes,
I can 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 wanna make sure
he gets locked 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 Adrian

and controlling
media fallout is if

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
you working with?

Farrow and Ball?

Hell no.

On my pension,
it's the El Cheapo knockoff.

- No kidding.
- Hmm.

Wow, your brushstrokes
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 own 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 to cause a scene.

This is a stealth operation.

No cowboy. Got it.

OK, 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 Alamos

just wanted to forget
the whole mess.

And they threw everything
into evidence storage.

What, even the resins?

I thought family members

usually like to bury
their loved ones.

I was told they got ashes.

After I retired,
I found out the ugly truth.

They got fake cremains.

So the bodies were just
left in evidence storage?

It's empty.

Space is clear.

No sign of 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 rots in prison

for the rest of his short,
pathetic life.

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.

The most venomous in America.

Yeah, it's, uh,

amazing
how something so beautiful

can be so deadly, right?

You know, I used to feel bad
for these critters

frozen forever in 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.

You might be right.

Hey, look,
if you don't wanna see,

then you can go wait
in the car.

It's OK.

I never wanna forget

what this monster did to Jack.

Open the rest.

This dust 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 this Gallo guy to show up?

Come on, Hassani,
you love a good stakeout.

Wait. Where are you going?

You guys got this covered.
No?

Erica, you wanna grab a coffee?

What if we wanted a coffee?

You miss the job, don't you?

Every single day.

But after I failed Jack,

I felt like I didn't deserve
to wear the badge anymore.

Your partner's death
is not your fault.

It's Adrian's

and Adrian's alone.

I know something about it,

'cause 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.

I wanna know
how they're connected.

Well, stealing dead bodies
does 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 projects.

Are you OK?

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 gonna 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 its salt

will have everything he needs.

Next, he'll find a workspace,

someplace he won't be
disturbed.

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

He'll need to limit
the moisture in the air.

Otherwise, the resin will
cloud as it hardens.

Last thing he'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 exist.

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 gonna 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 Odell 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 site
be cataloged

and placed in a secure vault
here on site.

And this is
everything recovered

from Dr. Charles's 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 dead,

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 a hit on
Wilkins' stolen credit card.

Looks like you were right.

Adrian went shopping.

You're not gonna come?

Adrian took
everything from me.

And he doesn't deserve
to walk this Earth.

But the last time
I went down this road,

I barely made it back.

I'm gonna 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.

PHP Security.

Let's begin.

No, no, no.

What do you--no.

Please.

I'll tell you
whatever you want!

- Guard, proceed.
- No, no, no, no.

Dr. Charles!

No!

Please. Please, no!

Maybe it's not for a human.

Just a really big spider.

Funny.

Razor blade, zip ties,
plastic sheeting.

Have you ever heard the phrase
"see something, say something"?

For 18 an hour?

Hey, Morales. What you got?

I found something
on Dr. Charles's

personal hard drive
you need to see.

How'd you get your hands
on that?

Turns out Peck does more
than just play Solitaire.

Thanks.

Hey, Erica.

What is it now?

Some detective gave me
100 bucks to give this to you.

What detective?

Said his name was
Jack Waylon.

Let's begin.

No, no, no.

I do not like
the look of this.

- No!
- Oh, don't worry.

It's probably not spiders.

No, no!

Please, I'll tell you
whatever you want!

- Oh, boy.
- Guards.

No, no!

So that's where
Adrian's resins went.

No, no, no!

I did it!

I--I killed them all.

Dr. Charles secretly
removed the resins

from the evidence
storage warehouse

so he could destroy them
as part of Adrian's therapy.

No! No, no, please!

- All six were destroyed.
- Stop!

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

- Yes.
- Yes.

Yes.

Thought so.

Erica said Adrian wanted
to see his resins,

that he needed to see them.

Why would she say that
if Adrian already knew

his resins were destroyed?

Unless Erica's lying to us.

Why would she lie to us?

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

That's weird.

Erica's phone was turned off
five minutes ago.

So much for not
going cowboy, huh?

She's at
the Magistrate Hotel.

I put a tail on Erica.

She's been acting weird ever
since the evidence warehouse.

- You put a cop on her?
- No, PHP Security.

I'm not gonna get Los Alamos PD
to go after one of their own.

OK, come on, let's go.

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 three murders.

He admitted to the last three
to try to save his resins,

but that was
a coerced confession.

I mean, he would
have said anything.

They wanted me to confess.

And 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?

Shoeprints.

What if he went
to Mr. Wilkins' house

to learn exactly what he saw
the night of the fifth murder?

Because he knew somebody else
committed the murder.

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

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.

If you do catch up with Adrian,

put a bullet in him for me.

He's 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?

For 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,

so 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.

I did not want him to leave me.

And I don't know what I was
thinking, but something--

some spirit took me over,
and...

I killed him.

My friend.

What?

What had I done?

I sat with his body
for eight,

nine hours.

Then I got the idea.

With Jack, it wasn't romantic,
but it was love.

And I just--

You just wanted to keep him.

After I did Jack--

after I got a taste...

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 Gallo.

Hold on.
Let me get this straight.

You're saying
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.

FBI!

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.

You don't think
he's still alive?

Check the pulse.

Oh, boy.

Oh.

Mm.
- Yeah?

Mm-mm. No, he's super dead.

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

We need to find Erica.

Did I get ya?

It's over, Erica.

You're not gonna
get out of this one.

I'm guessing
you found Adrian.

Scorpion was
a nice touch, right?

Shane, you OK?

Yeah.

Erica,
doesn't have to end this way.

It ended a long time ago.

You know, Erica,
you almost had me fooled.

Adrian didn't wanna see
his resins.

He knew his were destroyed.

He wanted to see yours,

'cause he knew that
you could not stop at three.

Isn't that right?

And those missing person flyers
you proudly have displayed,

they're trophies
of your victims.

No?

I do love to see their faces.

God.

Let me tell you something, girly.

It sure was fun.

You know the thing they say
about serial killers

getting off on the--

the preparation
and ritual of it all?

Hell, if it ain't true.

The hardest part, keeping
the damn thing a secret.

I had to find
someplace 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 him.

Truth is, Bex,
you do this job long enough,

the darkness will
leave its mark.

You should probably call
your clean-up crew, Hassani.

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

Just confirmed they pulled
13 bodies from the walls.

The remains will be sent
to the respective families

with some appropriate
cover story.

Sorry.

Hello?

I'm just working.

No.

No, 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 a light on.

What?

Well,
where's the darkness then?

The light always wins, Bex.

The trick is finding something
that keeps the light on.

OK.

All right.

What is it for you, then?

What keeps the light on
for Shane Florence?

You, Hassani, Morales.

Being part of all of this.

But mostly...

Red Vines.

They can't be that good.
- No.

Give me one, give me one.

Let the light in, Bex.

We took these away from you,
by the way.

Rebecca, do you mind?

Ooh, uh, Bex, please.

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

Morales said
that you were a lot help.

Thank you.

Yeah, believe it or not,
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.

Thank you.

So I spoke with to buddy

who went to the Point
with our new boss.

Turns out Laz was
a company legend.

Top of her class.

Even set a couple of records.

Well, that sounds exhausting.

Oh, yeah, she used to
piss off all the guys

by kicking their ass
during physical training.

Apparently, she could run
a sub five-minute mile.

Wow.

OK, 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.