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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.

[dramatic music]

- How many inmates got out?

- You're here,
Agent Henderson,

to help us catch them.

- Can you run vocal recognition
on an audio recording for me?

I need this done quietly.

- Evelyn Lazarus doesn't exist.

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

- So if she's running
anywhere close to that,

there's gotta be
a record of her competing,

and that is how we are
gonna find her real name.

I got you, Caitlin Taylor.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Close your eyes.

[inhales deeply]
Deep breath in.

And...[exhales sharply]
Release.

Good.

You're a little tighter
than usual.

- Mm-hmm.

- Have you been doing
those exercises I showed you?

- I'm trying.

- Because it's important
to take time to relax,

to release the tension.

And sorry again for canceling
last week so last minute.

It's just that, uh--
- It's fine.

- It's just my sister's
been sick for a while.

Well, longer than a while,

and she--

she actually just passed.

- Sorry, do you mind
if we don't talk?

- Oh. Sure.

- Great, thanks.

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

Amanda, what's going on?

♪ ♪

Where did you go?

♪ ♪

- Deep breath in.

- Ow.

[bones crunch]

- That's it.

- That's Colonel Lazarus?

- That is Caitlin Taylor

the day before she apparently
died by suicide.

But look who else
is in the photo.

Dr. Dulles.

[suspenseful music]

- If Colonel Lazarus
is Caitlin Taylor,

that means an inmate
from the Pit

is a colonel
in the U.S. military.

How is that even possible?

Inmates don't leave the Pit,
let alone

breeze through West Point.
- Unless they do.

- Who else knows about this?

- Just you and me right now.

That's the way I want it to be
until I get more proof,

and you are the only person
who can help me with that.

- [exhales deeply]

There's one more thing.

- Okay.

- A few weeks ago,
Shane gave me an audio file,

asked if I could
voice match it to anyone.

I ran it,
came back as Colonel Lazarus.

- Okay.

What was he working on?

- I don't know.

- And when you told him that
it was Colonel Lazarus's voice,

what did he say?

- I didn't.

I was going to,
but then Oliver died.

- So does Shane know
that she's an inmate?

- He might.

But why
wouldn't he say anything?

[phone buzzes]

We got a hit.

♪ ♪

- What do we got?

- Morning.

- Homicide,
Covington, Kentucky.

Rick Howell of 144 Elm Way.

Social worker did
a wellness check this morning.

Found his body had been there
at least two weeks.

Bruises on the neck
and torso indicate

a physical altercation.

Local PD found nothing missing
except the victim's

red Nissan Sentra.
I already have a BOLO out.

Digital prints match
Pit inmate Amanda Weiss.

both:
The Masseuse.

- Y'all both know her?

- It's a little to forget
when it's a woman.

- Let me guess, you wrote
a paper on her at Quantico.

- And then I didn't get
a massage for three years.

- Amanda Weiss was
the product of a physically

and psychologically
abusive mother

and showed classic early
indicators of psychopathy--

shallow affect,
manipulative charm,

a tendency for
calculated violence.

But she also had
a sister, Lucy.

She was in and out of drug
rehabs all through her teens.

- Amanda acted
as Lucy's shield.

The sisterly bond they forged
came from unfortunate

circumstances,
but she grounded Amanda,

preventing her from pursuing
her violent fantasies.

- Because she knew
if she got locked up,

nobody would be there for Lucy.

- Which is why when Lucy OD'd
on fentanyl, Amanda snapped.

She murdered six clients
in the span of one week.

She broke their necks at C4
and C5, killing them instantly.

- So she's a spree killer.
That's rare, right?

- Oh, yeah, very.

When the loss of her sister
destabilized Amanda,

she felt abandoned.

- What does that have to do
with some random guy

in Kentucky?

[wind blowing]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Why? Where are you sitting?

- I don't know.

[TV playing indistinctly]

- You don't know?

- Um, I don't carry Coach,
and I don't fly coach.

♪ ♪

It's a small plane.

You're never gonna get
first class at this point.

- Uh-huh?

- They went to the wrong gate.

- I'm on 19A.

Hopefully I'm sitting by you.

- [chokes, gasps]

- I'll be the last one
to get off the plane.

♪ ♪

[mellow upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Amanda, I was hoping
we might try this again today.

- [whistling tune]

- Tell me about your desires.

♪ ♪

Patient unresponsive.

♪ ♪

What is the effect
of this silence, Amanda?

Patient unresponsive.

You know, I wonder,
what kind of enjoyment

do you draw from this?
[beep]

- Wow, that is like watching
paint refusing to dry.

- Amanda stonewalled
the first two shrinks

the Pit threw at her, so they
brought in a heavy hitter,

Dr. Celia Erikson,

a leader in post-Lacanian
psychoanalytic theory.

- Looked like Amanda
sent their heavy hitter

back to the benches
without breaking a sweat.

- I've read some
of Dr. Erikson's stuff.

Her questions are
a little unconventional,

but they're
specifically designed

to identify a patient's psychic
map and ethical framework.

- And what does
that mean exactly?

- It means how
a patient responds,

the form and the grammar
of the answers

is more important than
the words they choose.

- And, um, what does
that mean exactly?

- Okay, when we speak,
we decide what we wanna say,

the words we wanna use.

But very rarely do we
pre-select the grammar

in those sentences.

And it's those choices
that reveal our unconscious.

- Unless they don't talk.

- In a sense, yes,

but even Amanda not answering

is in itself an answer.

- All right, so how does
a shrink get a subject to talk

when they don't want to?

- Listen to this.

According to Dr. Erikson's
notes, in order for Amanda's

therapy to be successful,
Amanda would have to form

a similar emotional attachment
to her.

- Okay, that's a little naive.

I mean,
given Amanda's psychopathy,

there's no way
she was gonna form

an emotional connection
with Dr. Erikson,

especially with
her defenses up.

Erikson's deluding herself.

- Yep, and it shows.

Watch this.

- Amanda, at this point,
I think it's fairly obvious

that you're not gaining
anything from these sessions,

and quite frankly,
neither am I.

Flying in here every week,
it's a waste of my time.

So I'm terminating treatment.

Goodbye, Amanda.

[suspenseful music]

- Wait, she just quit?

- Yeah, I mean,
she wasn't getting anywhere.

- No, I mean, she just
threw in the towel.

I wasn't expecting that.

- Morales, we just got a hit
on that missing red Nissan.

- Where?
- Lexington, Kentucky.

Outside a house
belonging to a Tiffany Blair,

who was MIA at work
this morning.

[suspenseful music]

- I'll go around back.
- Yep.

♪ ♪

Front room's clear.
Going upstairs.

[TV playing indistinctly]

- Where's Tiffany?

♪ ♪

- [breathing heavily]

[crying]

Hey.

Hey, can you hear me?

Help!

Please!

Please help!

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

.

[suspenseful music]

- There's no blood anywhere.

- And noodles so old,
even I wouldn't eat them.

[TV playing indistinctly]

- Okay, well,
whatever happened here

didn't happen today.

- No sign of them upstairs.

Found a key tray
with no keys in it.

Morales, find out what kind
of car Tiffany was driving.

Maybe Weiss took off in it.

- I'll check the Nissan.

♪ ♪

- So what are you thinking?

- If this wasn't Amanda Weiss,
I'd say this was an abduction.

- Yeah, but she
doesn't do abductions.

- Before the Pit,
Amanda would always leave

her victims in their homes.

- So why would
she take Tiffany?

- Hey.

- Anything in the car?

- A food delivery bag,
some ramen menus, and this.

I think Amanda was working
for a delivery service.

- Bingo.

- You think Weiss and Tiffany
crossed paths in an NA meeting?

- Amanda wasn't an addict.

- No, but her sister Lucy was.

She's her anchor,
her whole world.

- Oh, creepy.
They look a lot alike.

♪ ♪

- None of this was random.

Amanda was looking
for another Lucy,

and she knew exactly
where to go to find one.

- NA meetings.

- I bet she targeted
Tiffany for days.

She sat right out there
in her car watching,

deciding if she was
gonna take her.

Then she studied her
patterns and used

the food delivery to drug her.

- Bex?
- Hey. What's up?

- We might have a situation.

The guy Amanda killed
two weeks ago,

the Covington victim,
Rick Howell,

we were searching for any
kind of connection to Amanda,

and his home used to be owned

by Dr. Celia Erikson,

Amanda's therapist
from the Pit.

- Amanda went there
looking for Erikson.

- And when she didn't find her,
things must have escalated.

- Maybe Tiffany's not the
only person Amanda's grabbed.

Morales,
was Dr. Erikson at the Pit

on the day of the blast?

- Nope.

She was at her university
in Indiana.

You think Amanda Weiss
kidnapped Dr. Erikson?

- Where is Dr. Erikson
right now?

♪ ♪

- [whimpering]

- Hey. Hey.
It's okay. It's okay.

I'm here. Hey.

You're not alone, okay?

Here, let me help you.

- [gasps, breathing heavily]

What's going on?

Who are you?

[indistinct chatter]

[phone vibrates, rings]

- Uh, sorry, one second.

Hey, Morales.

- Bex, just got confirmation
from our team,

Dr. Erikson is safe and
en route to the field office.

- Yeah, we told them that
we're tracking a killer,

and the doctor's
the consultant.

That's the story.

- That's pretty close
to the truth.

- Where was she?

- In the middle of a lecture.

She wasn't thrilled,
but our guys

didn't give her much choice.

- Well, hopefully,
Dr. Erikson

can provide some insight.

Can you switch
to a private line?

- Sure thing.

[phone beeps]

Done. What's up?

- That thing that we talked
about earlier,

any new insight?

- Uh, I haven't had
much time to dig.

It's been hard to find a moment
when no one's watching.

But so far,
zero hits on Caitlin Taylor.

- If she was an inmate,
there has to be

some kind of record
somewhere about her.

- Yeah, I know.

Did you talk to Shane

about the audio files?

- No, not yet,
but I gotta go, okay?

[phone beeps]

- [exhales deeply]

♪ ♪

- Hey, what was that
audio file you had Morales

looking into a few weeks back?

- Audio file?

- Yeah.

- Um, that was--

that was a lead
I was following up

on the Jenna Wells case.

Turns out
it was a dead end, so.

Did Morales
tell you about that?

- No, no,
I just saw her running it,

and I was gonna
ask you about it.

But she didn't tell me
what it was about.

- Okay.

It was nothing.

- Hey.

Erikson just landed.

- All right.

Looks like you're up.
- I'm up.

[elevator dings]

Dr. Erikson, my name is

Special Agent
Rebecca Henderson.

Um, please, right this way.

- I know who you are
and what happened to you.

- Right, well, the reason
for my suspension from the FBI

is not the topic of
conversation for today.

- I was referring to the
reasons you joined the FBI.

I remember reading
the Eli Johnson case.

You were just a girl.

But I shouldn't be surprised
you wound up here.

Trauma is cyclical.

- Let's talk about
Amanda Weiss.

♪ ♪

Cameras are off.

It's just you and me.

Can I grab you a coffee?

- Black.

Amanda is still alive then?

And I assume you
and your friends must be

part of the recovery effort.

- We are the recovery effort,

which is why we need your help.

Let's talk about your sessions
at the Pit with Amanda.

- I was told I would never
have to answer questions

for the work I did down there.

- Unfortunately,
that was before the blast

and before Amanda
decided to kill someone

at 144 Elm Way in Covington.

- Rick Howell?

Well, that's very unfortunate.

- There's another
innocent life at stake too.

We believe Amanda abducted her.

Remind you of anyone
in Amanda's life?

- Hmm.

Transference.
It's the most powerful

psychological tool
in the human psyche.

How did Amanda do it?

- I think the better question
is how Amanda

had your home address
in her back pocket.

- I don't know.

Google?

- You know, I saw
your last session with Amanda.

You quit.

- I was frustrated.

So much work, and Amanda
still wasn't responding.

- Dr. Erikson, you were
summa cum laude at Harvard.

You finished your PhD
at Oxford four years later.

You have over 212
academic papers published.

You don't quit. You don't lose.

I don't even think
you know how.

You're enjoying this.

You're antagonizing me.

- Why do you think that is?

- 'Cause I don't think that
you stopped treating Amanda.

I think you switched tactics.

- It was clear that Amanda
would never trust me,

an authority figure,
much like her mother.

So I tried something

out of the box.

- How's that feel?

Is that better?

- A new theoretical
protocol called mutual

stress-related attachment.

- Well, isn't that just
a fancy way

of saying trauma bonding?

- Call it what you want.

It worked.

.

[suspenseful music]

- The only person
Amanda ever found

a true emotional attachment to
was her sister, Lucy.

So we took an inmate
just like Lucy

and got her to lure Amanda
out of her shell.

- I'm sorry, you let her
interact with another inmate?

- Her name was Alice.

She was a serial killer,

much like Belle Gunness,

but also an addict.

Alice was the only person that
we knew Amanda could bond with,

especially given the traumatic
circumstances of the Pit.

So we put Alice in the cell
next to Amanda.

- How did they communicate?

- Wall tapping.

It's common amongst inmates.
You know...

[tapping on wall]

We discovered Amanda
had learned it

before she was transferred
to the Pit.

Within days, they were
fluent with each other.

♪ ♪

Amanda shared everything
with Alice.

She was the key to unlocking
Amanda's psychology.

- Except that Alice
didn't exist, did she?

You played that part.

Amanda never laid eyes on Alice

because you were the one
knocking on the other side

of the wall, weren't you?

That's how she had your
home address in Covington.

You used parts of your
real life to create Alice, no?

- Yeah.

The truth is always
the easiest to remember.

- Except that the truth
just killed an innocent man,

and when Amanda
couldn't find Alice,

she decided to
recreate the situation

by kidnapping another woman.

As you said,
trauma is cyclical, right?

- She wasn't
supposed to escape.

- The man who took us,
did you see him?

- I saw his face.

I fought back
when he grabbed me.

- I didn't even see him.
I just woke up here.

- Oh.
- [sobbing]

- I'm so sorry
you're going through this.

But I'm happy I'm not alone.

♪ ♪

- Very impressive,
Agent Henderson.

You're smarter than you look.
- Thank you. I get that a lot.

So since you know Amanda
so well, where might she be?

- Well, if she's still
looking for Alice,

I imagine she'd go
to the Cumberland Mountains.

- Why is that?

- Amanda and Alice daydreamed
about escaping together

and retreating up to one of
the many cabins in that area.

It's peaceful, idyllic.

Alice's family summered there
when she was a child.

- No, actually,
your family summered there.

Which cabin?

- Is he going to kill us?

When is he going to come back?

- I've been here for days.

I know how it goes.

Trust me.

- What's he like?

- He doesn't like it
when you fight back,

so it's best to keep quiet.

- [sobbing]

- Hey, hey, come here.

Come here. It's okay.
We have each other.

We're not alone.

- There's a nail coming
out of the floorboard.

- What?

- If I can get it,
I can get us out of here.

- No, no, no, I don't think
we should be doing this.

What if he sees?

- If we stay here, we'll die.

- Don't--

- [breathing heavily]

- Where are you going?

- I see a road.

If we can get there,
then we can flag somebody down.

- No, no, no, no.
What if it's him?

If we run towards
the wrong car, we're done.

We have to stay together
out here somewhere.

- Hey, hey, it's all right.

We're gonna make it.

We have to try.

Just come on,
I'm not gonna leave you.

[tense music]

What is it?

- You weren't supposed
to leave the cabin.

- [breathing heavily]

[groans]

- [inhales deeply]

- [strained]
I can't breathe.

♪ ♪

- Guys,
the Cumberland Mountains

cover thousands of acres
of remote wilderness,

and there are
hundreds of cabins.

- Erikson's family
rented dozens

of cabins over the years.

Amanda could be keeping
Tiffany at any one of them.

- Needles and haystacks.

And all these hills and hollers
make a drone useless.

- We're gonna find her.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps, breathes heavily]

[sobbing]

- Nobody knows
where you are, Tiffany.

Nobody even knows you're gone.

You realize that, right?

I know.

I've been watching you.

So I know
that you don't have anyone.

But it's okay.

It's okay because I know
how that feels,

and it's awful.

But you don't have to be alone.

We don't have to be alone.

We have each other now,

and that's all we need
to be happy.

That's why I brought us here,

so we could depend
on each other

like real sisters do.

Do we have a deal?

- [screams]

- Okay, okay, I get it,
I get it, I get it.

You need time.

But you'll see,

the pain only brings us closer.

And no matter what,

I'll take care of you.

[bones crunch]
- [screams]

.

- If Amanda's
camping out there,

she would have stopped in town
for supplies,

gear, water.

Middlesboro, small town
at the base of the mountains.

- Smart thinking, Florence.

- All right, looks like we're
doing an old-fashioned canvass.

[engine revving]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[footsteps approaching]

- Hi, there.

You were out quite a while.

- [whimpering]
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

Shh, shh, shh.

Don't worry.

You're okay, I promise.

We are gonna be
so happy together.

Here.

- [moans]

- Yeah. Okay.

Relax, okay?

Try to get some rest.

- [breathing heavily]

- Oh.

Your ankle must be hurting.

- [screams, sobs]

- But I'll take care of you.

- Wait!

My heart is racing.

I need my pills.

- No, no, no, you can't take
anything, you silly squirrel.

You're in recovery.

- No, not drugs.

I have a heart murmur.

I need my medicine.

Please, if I don't have
my pills, I'll die.

- Hey. Have you seen her?

♪ ♪

- No one recognizes
Amanda's photo.

- Yeah, same.

Apparently,
we're the only strangers

to come through town recently.

- I get the feeling
a place like this

does not love the government
stirring the pot.

- Guys, I got her.
Pharmacy, north end of town.

- Is she alone?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Shane, grab her.
We're on our way.

♪ ♪

- She's talking
to the pharmacist.

- Wait. No, Shane, stop.

We still don't know
where she's holding Tiffany.

- We don't even know
if Tiffany is still alive.

- She's alive.

But given how she stonewalled
Erikson, if we grab her now,

she's not gonna
give us anything.

- Well, if we try to
follow her in our vehicle,

she'll make us for sure.

- I got a plan.

♪ ♪

- Don't move, don't move.

- Let me go.

- Are you working
with the Feds?

- What?
What are you talking about?

- The Pit. Right there.

Are you working with them?

- No, no, I'm not.

- You gotta swear to me.
- I swear.

Who are you?

- It's me.

It's Alice.

- Where have you been?

- I will explain everything,
I promise,

but right now, we gotta go,
unless you wanna get

dragged back to the Pit.

I knew you'd remember
the mountains.

- I found us the perfect place.

♪ ♪

- Got them,
moving east out of town.

- Copy. We have a visual.

They're heading
into the mountains.

- Amanda's already
made our SUV,

so we're gonna
have to hang way back.

- Okay, give them space.

We're tracking from our end.

♪ ♪

- Okay, I don't see them
anymore.

I think we're good.

- What happened to you?

I went to your family's place.

- On Elm Way?

Are my parents still there?

- No.

I just thought you'd go there.

- No, I, um--

I got out of the Pit,
and I spent a couple weeks

laying low in Casper.

The Feds and the military
were everywhere,

but as soon as I could,
I started hitchhiking south.

I knew you'd come here,
too, to be honest.

♪ ♪

[scoffs] What is it?

- Nothing.

I just--I pictured
you different.

You're taller than I imagined.

- You're just saying that
because Lucy was.

Look, I really do wish
that I could have met her.

I think we would
have been friends.

♪ ♪

- Bex, I'm not sure
she's buying it.

Hang in there,

- We're about
a half a mile behind you, Bex,

but looking at the map,
the road runs out soon,

so we're gonna have
to hang back.

But we won't be far.

All right, you got this.

♪ ♪

- Go ahead.

You know the way.

I'll be right behind you.

♪ ♪

.

[tense music]

- You know,

I looked you up
on the internet.

I tried to figure out where
you'd go or maybe even

find out what
you even look like.

But there was nothing.

I couldn't find
a single article about you

or what you did,
who you murdered.

Why couldn't I find you, Alice?

♪ ♪

- You wanna know what I found
when I looked you up?

You were dead.

Yeah, you killed yourself
in prison.

I even read the note you wrote.

They posted it online
to convince

everyone that was the truth.

Do you realize how powerful
these people are?

If they can kill you,
they can erase me.

But I killed those men.

Yeah, I bashed their heads in,
butchered them like hogs.

- [chuckles]

- What does she know
about butchering hogs?

- I remember you telling me
about that guy from Minnesota.

- He was a funny one.

- Yeah, he was.

What was his name again?

Was it Joe or John?

- It was John.
- John, right.

Do you remember
what you kept from John?

- Did I take something?

- Yeah, you told me
you kept a souvenir.

Do you remember what it was?

Because I remember what it was.

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]

I don't remember
taking anything.

Other than a watch.

♪ ♪

- It really is you.

- Dr. Erikson said she
modeled Alice on Belle Gunness.

When they busted Gunness,
they found a victim,

a guy from Minnesota, John Moe.

And get this,
Gunness held onto his watch.

- Yes, Bex.

- What do you think?

- This is amazing.

Yeah, this is exactly like
the one I went to growing up.

- Yeah, it's just how I
imagined it from your stories.

- It's awesome.

- We'll be safe here

together.

Uh, can I get you anything?

Do you want a water?
Do you want some food?

- Um--

- [humming]

- It's just a little cold,
actually.

Can we put another log
on the fire?

- You're cold?
- A little bit.

- Yeah, good idea.

I'll get it going.

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

- What are you doing?

- [chuckles softly]

I was looking for my room.

- Well, you found it.

But you can't go in there
right now.

- 'Cause why?

- I have to explain.

- Amanda,
why is this door locked?

- Because...

I couldn't be alone again,

not after everything.

- Is there someone
in this room?

- Yes, but she is nothing.

She's nothing. She's a nobody.

This is real.

We are real.

I'll fix it.

- Amanda, stop. Amanda.

Oh--

[chuckles softly]

I wanna do it--

for us.

Come on, let me do it.
Give me the gun.

- We'll do it together.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

- Please, somebody help!

- Amanda, stop!

♪ ♪

.

- What are you doing?

- Guys, find Tiffany.

She's out there,
wounded somewhere.

I've got Amanda.

[tense music]

- I'll get Tiffany.
You go to the cabin.

- Help!

[breathing heavily, groaning]

- You're with them.
You're with the Pit.

- Put the gun down, Amanda.

- I knew something
was off about you

from the moment I saw you.

- Put the gun down!

- Where is Alice?

Where is she?

- She's in custody with us.

- No.

You're lying.

- She was in her cell
when we found her.

She was completely alone.

She didn't get out
after the blast.

But she keeps asking
about you every day.

- Well, then
you have to let her go.

- I can't do that.

You know I can't do that,
but I can take you to her.

Amanda, you guys can
be together, I promise.

Or we can both die right here.

That choice is yours.

Don't do that to her.
She misses you.

Alice needs you.

She really misses you.

Put the gun down, Amanda.

♪ ♪

- Just take me to see Alice.

- Help!

- Tiffany!

- [moaning]
Help!

Somebody help!

♪ ♪

[screams]

- Oh, hey. Hey.

I got you.

[exhales deeply]

I'm with the FBI.

It's okay.

[exhales deeply]

- ♪ I'm a king now ♪

♪ Where's my crown? ♪

[all chuckling]

- "Butchered them
just like the hogs"?

- I was leaning into it.

- Yeah, you were.

- Yes, I was.

- Come on, you were a little
bit too convincing, I think.

- No.
Don't put me in the Pit.

- Hey, uh, Amanda Weiss is
en route to the new facility,

and she still thinks
Alice is real,

so she's not
gonna be happy with you

when she finds out you lied.

- As long as she's behind bars,
I don't care.

Mm.
- I'm out.

- No.

- Yep.

Good job today.

- Bye.
- See you tomorrow.

- Thank you, boss.

♪ ♪

- Excuse me.

I've never seen you
this quiet or so serious.

Okay.

- Sorry, liquid courage.

- You need that 'cause why?

- There are some things
about me

that you don't know that

I'd like to tell you.

[suspenseful music]

- Okay.

- I told you I started
working at the Pit

to be closer to family.

But that's not the whole truth.

I took the job...

because I was looking
for a prisoner down there.

- Who were you looking for?

- People are asking questions.

- Questions are inevitable.

- My biological mother.

[exhales deeply] That voice
recording you asked me about,

that's all I have of her.

[chuckles]
I don't even know her name.

You know, I may never.

- Sorry, that voice recording
was your mom?

- What about the boy?

- I'll keep my promise.

- I just wanted
to know who I am...

[muffled moaning]

Where I came from.

[sustained tone]

And I will never
lie to you again.

[chuckles softly]

- Y'all doing okay here?

Can I get you anything?

- No, thank you.

- We're fine. Appreciate it.

To new beginnings?

♪ ♪

[bottles clink]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪