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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.

I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say.

You don't have to say anything.

This can be whatever you want it to be.

Reform is possible, Rebecca.

And I'm living proof.

How'd it go with Lazarus?

I think she's one of the most dangerous sociopaths I've ever met.

A pair of shoes tells the world who you are.

Show me the shoes, and I'll show you the man.

Polyester.

Rubber.

Foam.

They're cheap, synthetic.

Sweet.

Most beautiful shoes are made of leather.

Because it is the skin, the conquered.

Every step is a reminder of who's really in control.

But no matter how exotic its origin, a dead animal is just meat and skin,

wasted in the hands of the unskilled.

But in the hands of a master craftsman, however, that same animal can be formed

into an exquisite display of power.

The right shoe.

It's a celebration of your place at the top of the food chain.

You don't need to sell me.

I flew in from L .A. to visit your shop.

You're a long way from home.

It's all part of the adventure.

Speaking of which, I was so hoping you might have something a bit more...

exotic? More exotic than alligator.

Not to be rude, Mr. Carr, but I didn't plan a trip for something I can get at

Ralph Lauren.

I may have something in the back.

What is it?

Well, just a fine pair of stilettos fashioned from the rare eastern black

What is that supposed to mean, she graduated?

That was a term Dulles used to describe her being rehabilitated. If Colonel

Lazarus went from the pit into the military, do you think that there are

Let's just deal with one mystery at a time. Right, let's stay focused on

for now. I'm starting to get the sense that this whole attack on Cyrus and the

transport was just a false flag.

To give her the pretext to...

She's controlled the whole operation.

Yeah, she wanted to take command of the whole task force. We need to figure out

what for. She doesn't exactly seem like the chatty type.

Why don't I talk to her?

Maybe she left the door open for more conversation.

I could, uh... I could reach out to her.

Are you sure that's a good idea, considering... She's my mother.

I get it.

But I can do this.

I want to do this.

That could put you in a very uncomfortable position.

Or worse. Look, no one is more curious about this woman than I am.

But I'm under no illusions as to who she really is.

I can remain objective.

Well, here we go.

Is that enough?

But please just be careful.

Who knows what she's capable of?

A partially skinned body was just found in the trunk of an abandoned vehicle in

New Haven, Connecticut.

Identified as David Stevens, a local reported missing by his co -workers a

ago. DNA on the trash bag matches pit escapee Elliot Carr.

The Connecticut cobbler.

Excuse me, did you just say cobbler? Oh yeah, sure did.

Carr was a high -end shoemaker out of New Haven, Connecticut, specializing in

rare and exotic handmade leathers. Before Carr was caught, he ran a

boutique business with high -profile clients from all over the world. He was

known for his black market bespoke leather goods made from the hides of

endangered animals, elephants, rhinos, stingrays, and people.

He would skin them alive and then make shoes from human leather. Okay.

Yep, I'm down.

Diagnosed as a malignant narcissist, he had focus on power, control, and

dominance, killing nine people over ten years, making one pair of shoes from

each. This dude actually sold shoes he made from people.

No, I kept those ones for himself.

Oh, yeah, that's better then. He targeted people he saw as confident and

powerful, those that had command over their own lives.

Not a surprise that his sociopathy stemmed from a difficult childhood.

Let me guess, daddy issues.

Uh, uncle issues.

Actually. When he was young, he apprenticed under his uncle, a well

shoemaker, who ridiculed and berated him, instilling a desperate craving for

power over his uncle and control over his own life. By 17, he snapped, killing

his uncle before skinning him.

So he made shoes out of his uncle?

Um...

Boots, technically.

I don't know why, but that is so much worse. He even wore them to his first

police interview, showing power over the cops and his uncle.

Public trophies like this are not uncommon in serials, but this sort of

exhibitionism?

That's rare.

That's one hell of a flack.

All right, get going. We'll send you the files in the air.

Some people just have a way of moving through the world, you know?

It's how they...

Talk. They carry themselves.

Their walk.

Power.

So self -assured and in control.

My uncle was like that.

Richard.

He was a man among men.

Telly was his shoe.

For days, I held his life in my hands.

The tables had turned.

I was God and he was an engorged tick.

I plucked him between my fingers and glee.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Where are you taking me?

What is this?

Time for your execution, Elliot.

Understood. Stop!

Lucky you. Your execution's been postponed.

Until when?

Until when? Nobody knows.

Good news.

Your execution has been postponed.

Please, just kill me already.

Elliot received what was called the memento mori treatment over his decade

the pit.

He'd be abruptly taken for his execution at random times, and then in the final

moments, they would call it off.

Sounds like a bunch of psychological torture to me.

How did they even come up with this stuff?

There's actually a precedent for it in Japan.

Death row inmates aren't told the date or time of their execution.

One day they're just yanked from their cell and killed.

Keeps them in a near -consensative expectation.

Still sounds like torture to me.

Look, I'm not defending it, but in his file here it says that the treatment

caused him to have a complete lack of control over his own life, forcing him

experience the same uncertainty and helplessness that his victims felt.

treatment here any different from what you did to your victims.

You left them hanging from a rack, wondering when the end would come.

No one deserves this.

This is wrong.

That's very good, Elliot.

Well, certainly came to knock him down a peg or two.

I mean, his outward demeanor might have changed, but he's still killing people.

And skinning them.

Don't forget the skinning part.

Why are you doing this?

I'm not doing anything.

Take me to a hospital.

Don't worry.

It won't be long now.

Strange one for you here.

Mr. David Stevens, 42 years young, presenting as a stab wound to the

Do you know what he was stabbed with? From the looks of it, I'd say a smaller

buck knife is the likely assault weapon. I'm sorry, what's strange about that?

That's not the strange part.

This wound was inflicted about a week prior to his time of death.

So the stab wound isn't the cause of death?

No, but it was the initiating event.

Official cause of death, sepsis. So he gets stabbed in the stomach, but he

doesn't die for another week?

I told you.

Strange, especially because the initial wound was very survivable if he had

received medical treatment.

We were told that our victim here was partially skinned.

Stranger and stranger.

Yeah, that's definitely our guy. Just the one section.

Perps often remove tattoos or other identifying features from their victim's

post -mortem as a way to throw off the police. You're saying he was skinned

after he died? Are you sure?

Positive.

Eden, the doctor.

It looks like we have a fighter on our hand.

Cocoa butter and aloe will ensure the skin retains its moisture.

It's very important.

Apologies, Joe.

I'll be back before you know it. Hey.

You alive?

What is happening here?

Who is this guy?

Where are we?

Where has he taken us?

What?

Kill me.

Please, kill me.

It doesn't make any sense, Elliot.

I know we've never... Stabbing.

Much less waiting around for his victims to die of infection.

Then he wasn't waiting.

I mean, he used to enjoy his victims suffering, right?

Stabbing a guy, watching him slowly die of sex, that sounds like suffering to

me. Yeah, but he would always play his victims while they were still alive, not

post -mortem. Maybe he's out of practice.

Hey, guys, we just got a hit on our victim David Stevens' credit card. He

just used to call an Uber downtown.

He's being picked up by a black Toyota Corolla. Where's the Uber right now?

Driver, stay in the car. Passenger, get out with your hands up.

It's not him, guys.

It's not him. Hands on your back.

Look what I found.

Sure looks like the murder weapon to me.

Where is he?

I ain't got no idea what you're talking about. Where is Elliot? Who?

I want my lawyer.

Got him. Herb's name is Iggy Robertson.

Okay, Iggy, let's see what you've been up to.

Whoa, that is a lot of petty theft charges.

He stole a car.

No, that's a cat.

Apparently Iggy and the former Mrs. Iggy had a custody dispute.

Over a pet?

If someone stole my dog, they better leave the country.

Noted.

Drunken disorderly, drunken disorderly. Oh, public urination twice in one day.

I'll take Patrick's day.

Been there.

Okay, this guy is a moron, but I don't think he murdered anyone.

You want to get this over to the team? On it.

How many times do I need to say it?

Lawyer! Okay, we're not those kind of cops, Iggy.

Right now, this is just a conversation, but it can change.

His name was David Stevens.

You stole his credit card?

No, he's dead.

That's a big problem for you, Iggy. Yeah, not from where I'm sitting.

Right. Okay, well, from where I'm sitting, we found the murder weapon in

back pocket with the victim's blood on it.

Look, we pulled your rap sheet.

All right, you're a small -time thief, not a killer. So if there's any other

explanation for this, now is the time, because you do not want to go down for

this.

We believe your story, but the local PD out there, they are very eager to pin

this on you and call it a day. So help us help you.

Look, I robbed them, okay?

No, actually, you stabbed them. It was a robbery.

People don't just give up their wallets if you tickle them.

I gave them a little toke.

I didn't kill the guy and I sure as hell didn't do whatever the hell that is.

Did you see anyone else at the time? Did anyone see you? When I ran off, the guy

was still alive.

No way he should have died from what I did. I'm not a murderer, I swear.

Am I free to go or what?

Dude, he's past the guy.

Well, assuming he's telling the truth, that would mean Elliot got his hands on

David after Iggy stabbed him and ran off. Well, whatever happened after Iggy

left him, that's the blank we're trying to fill.

I mean, if somebody stabs me, first thing I'm doing is calling an ambulance.

Yeah, me too.

Hey, Morales, can you pull up the 911 logs from the night David Stevens got

stabbed? On it.

According to cell phone records, the night of his robbery, David called 911

report he'd been mugged and stabbed, but it...

It says here, the ambulance arrived five minutes later to find an empty

alleyway, and David was nowhere to be found.

Okay, so he gets mugged, calls an ambulance, and then disappears?

Well, because Elliot abducted him. For the sake of argument, let's say a car is

out prowling the city that night for easy targets.

He just so happens to come across a guy with a stab wound in the five minutes

before an ambulance shows up. That's a very tight window.

We've got to talk to the EMT.

Do you remember a call about a stab victim at the intersection of Chapel and

York within a week?

It ended up being a no -show.

Chapel and York, yeah, but it wasn't a no -show.

What do you mean? A deadly worker on the corner told me a guy got picked up by

another wagon two minutes before we got there.

How is that even possible?

Emergency rigs approach each other's calls all the time. We're private

in competition with each other.

That's just the nature of the business in this city.

Hell, I pushed a call this morning.

Speaking of which, good luck.

What are we thinking?

Thinking that if another ambulance picked up Ava Stevens, it would likely

Elliot Carr.

If he'd stolen an ambulance, it'd be reported and could be tracked.

And where would he get an ambulance anyway?

Auctions, junkyards, D -Bay, Craigslist.

Okay, so there are plenty of places.

He was approaching calls. He would need a scan or two.

You're right. He was listening in on emergency dispatches. Why go through all

the trouble of tracking and abducting injured people?

It's a memento mori treatment.

Put him in the shoes of his victim and force him to face the pain of not having

self -determination over his own life, which is likely why he didn't kill David

Stevens himself.

By abducting an injured person, in Elliot's mind, his hands were clean.

Their fate was sealed the minute they called 911.

That's why it took David a whole week to die of sepsis.

The car just waited for him to die on his own.

He's gone from hunter to scavenger.

I mean, ethically, it makes no sense. He had somehow complete them.

Yeah, the pit never dealt with the core trauma, so consequently the compulsion

to create shoes continued.

Which means he's likely out there sourcing his next victim as we speak.

This is his third heart attack.

Maybe if you didn't eat everything in sight between meals, you wouldn't be in

this position.

Don't worry, ma 'am.

Your husband's going to be just fine. Thank you.

Where are you taking him?

You can meet us at Connecticut Saints Hospital.

Okay, I've pulled over. Help!

Please, help me. I can't breathe. It's okay.

You'll be dead soon.

That's it.

Just let go.

You let it.

Thank you, officer.

Victim's name is Lonnie Sayward. His wife called 911 about an hour ago.

He was picked up by her killer just before the real EMT showed up.

Witnesses said they saw Lonnie jump out of the back of the ambulance, try to

make a run for it before he collapsed.

The ambulance just sped off.

The car must have gotten spooked when his victim tried to escape.

He didn't just escape. This guy served. He would have fought back.

Yeah, well, a heart attack isn't as stabbing. Elliot wasn't expecting a

He's going to be looking for another victim.

He didn't get to do what he was planning with Lonnie.

Foster.

Okay, so you're thinking we should set a trap?

Memento mori treatment caused Elliot to lose any desire to actually harm or kill

his victim. So now he's targeting those that will die without medical

intervention.

So let's bait him.

Well, we need a serious wound.

One that's likely to be fatal, not heart attack.

Yeah, how about a young man with a head injury?

Good idea.

Figured. Morales, I need you to reach out to every ambulance company in New

Haven. Tell them their drivers need to stand down near New Haven Green.

We're about to make a 911 call.

You got it.

Guys! I need you to alert every ambulance dispatch in New Haven. Tell

ignore a 911 alert about a young male victim with a head injury.

911, what's your emergency?

I'm in a parking lot and there's a man that's fallen near New Haven Green. I

think he's really hurt his head. You guys got to send an ambulance, quick.

ma 'am, we're sending an ambulance to you now. Is the man breathing?

Uh, no, no, maybe.

Yeah, just barely, though.

Okay, you guys got to hurry, please.

Help is on the way.

Pretty good, you're a natural.

Thanks.

Comfy?

It's not done worse.

Beta set.

Now we wait.

Do y 'all have any tattoos?

Wait, Semper Fi or are we talking barcode?

I almost got one once.

I had to wonder if it was going to be barbed wire.

No. My money's on something meaningful.

Like a date or a name or something.

22. My high school basketball number.

High school memories.

You know you're not actually dying, right? And you don't need to get all

sentimental on us.

What about you, Bex? You got any tattoos?

Like I'm telling you.

I wonder if she has the barcode.

Lazarus.

I don't know, Shane.

Maybe I'll ask her over there.

Dinner? Yeah, I reached out there and she got back to me like record speed.

Said she wants to cook me dinner.

Very domestic.

You're a serial killer.

Tighten up. Incoming.

Wait, that's not him.

Ellie, in car!

No, no, no, it's not him, it's not him! Get out! Get your hands off me!

I've got a call about a head injury. What are you guys doing?

We told you guys to stand down. What are you talking about? You were supposed to

stand down. You weren't supposed to respond to the call.

I'm just doing my job. You don't understand.

How did this

happen? How did the wires get crossed?

We need to get out of here right now.

Get out of the car.

were clear they were supposed to stand down. Those EMTs should have never

responded. So what happened?

They just came on duty and someone forgot to relay the message.

I'm sorry.

All right, it's not your fault, but now Carr knows that we're on to him.

Pull every camera in the city. We need a direction.

I'm on it.

What do we got?

Some bloody bandages.

How'd the victim's blood get into the cab?

I mean, he's not getting his victims in here, so it must be his.

You think he's injured?

Maybe Lonnie got him.

Sure as hell hope so. Hey, guys.

Check this out.

Looks like Elliot sent off a package this morning.

Who do you think he's mailing something to?

Well, with this guy, I'm more concerned with what he's mailing.

Hey, Morales, the son is going to send you a tracking number. Can you scan it

for us?

Looks like whatever Elliot was shipping is scheduled to be sent to 3811 Concord

Road, Mystic, Connecticut.

Uh, guys?

That address belongs to one of Elliot's old victims.

You said scheduled to be sent?

You guys are lucky it hadn't gone out yet. Thank you. So it's in there anyway.

Oh, trust us. You don't want to know and I'm gonna need you to vacate the

premises

No explosive material.

Yeah, I don't really know what we're doing here. We all know that this is

shoes, right?

Huh.

You think we're looking at David Stevens right now?

Making leather takes time. I'm guessing this is somebody else.

What are you thinking, Beck?

He's sending these to the home of a previous victim, right?

Why? Why send shoes made of someone else to an old victim's family?

I mean, I think Logic left the building when he started making loafers out of

people. No, no, no. He's got a reason. He's trying to say something.

Maybe he's taunting them, letting them know he's still out there. Either way,

we can find out who these shoes are made of, maybe we can find where Kara's

making them.

Can we even get usable DNA off of these? Oh, yeah.

I pulled DNA out of the ashes of the furnace.

Don't ask.

Point is, mitochondrial DNA, a lot more durable than you'd think.

Don't try anything.

Come here.

Just take the car.

I have a family.

I don't want the car.

Just try.

Gotta say, pulling DNA from shoes, that's a new one for me.

You're in this job long enough, you will see it all.

That sounds like we have a match.

Thank you.

And you can go ahead and delete that search for your records.

This is the most interesting day I've had in a very long time.

I'll be outside if you need anything.

And the mysterious victim award goes to...

Elliot Carr.

What?

That doesn't make sense.

Unless maybe he got some of his own DNA on these shoes when you made them No

He's making them out of himself

The blood and the bandages and the ambulance. He was injured, but not from

mouth.

He's making shoes again.

But this time, he's using his own skin.

Look, man.

I don't know why you brought me here, but you need medical attention fast.

That is why you're here.

I need your help.

I need you to put his skin on me.

The shoes that he was sending, it's not a threat, it's an apology.

The pit scientists, they took away his desire to kill people so much so that he

became actively repentant to the victims and the families for the horrors that

he inflicted.

In his deranged mind, he's expressing remorse, making amends. So the ultimate

I'm sorry gift to the family of the people he turned into shoes is a pair of

shoes made out of himself.

An eye for an eye. But if he's using his own skin to make these shoes, why is he

still abducting and skinning people?

Best guess?

He's using the victims as skin donors.

A what? If Elliot wants to stay alive, he needs to replace his own skin to make

the shoes.

He thinks that he's found a sustainable method.

But that's not how skin grafts work.

Hey, Morales.

If Elliot has been applying skin grafts to himself without proper medical

attention, then he's at risk of becoming septic. He's in as bad shape as that

that he is up a creek without access to medical supplies. Well, I mean, if he

still wants to finish this horror apology tour, he's going to need some

antibiotics and some bandages to treat himself first.

Hey, Morales, can you check into any medical supply offices, hospitals, or

clinics that might have had a recent break -in? I'm not seeing any break -ins

hospitals or clinics.

Oh, no.

Miles, what is it? An emergency room doctor by the name of Thomas McMillan

just reported missing from a nearby trauma center. I'm pulling CCTV up now.

What the... Okay, Vex, we've got a bad angle. We can't tell which direction

they're headed, but he definitely took the doctor.

There are no tracking cameras in the area, but based on the car's age, it's

going to have GPS.

I'm working on options now.

Hey, can I see the shoebox?

Yeah, sure.

What is it?

What are you thinking?

Elliot took immense pride in his shoes, right? I mean, apart from being a

deranged killer, he thought of himself first and foremost as an artist.

So it's no surprise that he's putting these apology shoes in a branded car

shoebox. Right, but how does that help us find them? Because where did he get

the box?

It's not like stores are selling shoes anymore.

So where could he have found an old pair of his shoes that would have come in

packaging like that?

Morales? Already on it.

I won't do that.

He's already dead.

I really don't think this is going to work. For certain, not in the long term.

don't care about the long term.

First, we'll need to remove your old infected skin and clean the graft bed

So do it already.

What about him?

What about him?

Maybe you don't care about the long term, but please, that man is on death's

door. Look, I'll do what you want, but you need to let me help him. No!

You're not here to save his life.

You're here to do what I tell you to do.

Got it.

Seven pairs of specialty car shoes made from Amazon Cayman were purchased from a

dark web reseller and shipped to the same address last month. Sending the

address now.

Hard drop it.

Let him go.

Stay away, all of you.

Help me, please.

Elliot, put the gun down. You don't want to hurt the doctor. Really? Try me.

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't come any closer.

Don't do that.

Hang in there, Doc.

I'm going to get you out of there.

Elliot, I know what you're doing, okay?

You're trying to make amends, but this is not how you do it.

That man needs help.

He needs saving. You can save him.

He's already dead.

No, he's not.

He's alive.

But you're killing him.

I know that you don't think that you are hurting people, but you are.

All right? He needs medical attention, and you are keeping him from that.

Don't let another death be on your hands, Elliot.

Easy.

Did you find the shoes?

Yeah, Elliot, we found them.

They didn't go out, did they?

No.

They need to understand that I'm sorry.

Tell them I'm sorry.

Cars down. Are you hurt? No.

We need an ambulance immediately.

I'm calling it in.

Sit up. Sit up.

All right, Brian, get back.

The other one. The other one.

I hope I'm not too late.

No, you're right on time.

Well, I hope you like lasagna because I made one with bechamel sauce.

I don't know what that is, but I definitely like lasagna. Great.

Is bechamel kind of smoky?

No.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Here we go. Look at that.

Who needs to cook?

Well, thank you.

You know, I actually looked that recipe up. I've never made it before.

Oh. It seemed like... Like what?

Something Mom would make.

So, um, you told your friends that we were having dinner tonight?

Yeah, I did.

What did they want you to ask me?

There's a lot of things I would want to know if I were in their position.

You can ask.

Okay.

Why did you take over inmate recovery?

You forced Mallory out.

Kicked a sign off transport.

Why?

All my life, I've had labels put on me.

Sociopath.

Serial killer.

Inmate.

Mother.

And, you know, I suppose they all capture some portion of the truth.

But what the pit gave me was a label

that made sense to me.

A new label.

Reformed.

I'm a success story, Shane.

Without Dulles in the pit, I would simply be a tragedy.

And you would be the son of a monster.

So, why?

Because I believe in the work the pit was doing.

Hey, you hear from Shane?

No.

Well, I got something.

I checked with a friend at the new prison.

They confirmed Elliot Carr arrived, but there's more.

Off the record, Bex?

There are some inmates missing.

What do you mean, missing?

The minute Lazarus took over, three inmates were transferred out of the new

facility.

The thing is, there is no record of where they were moved.

I was given a second chance.

And now you and I have been given a second chance.

And...

I don't intend to.

Were they moved?

Or did they graduate?