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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.

I'm... 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, weak.

The most beautiful shoes
are made of leather

because it is the skin
of 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 is a celebration

of your place
at the top of the food chain.

You don't need to sell me.

I flew in from LA
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 rhino.

There you are.

What is that supposed
to mean, she graduated?

So 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 others?

Let's just deal with
one mystery at a time.

Right, let's stay focused
on Lazarus 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 seize control

of 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?

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.

Set it up.

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 coworkers a week 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 successful

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 done.

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, no,
he 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-known shoemaker,
who ridiculed and berated him,

instilling a desperate craving
for power over his uncle

and control over his own life.

Which is why, at 17, he snapped,

killing his uncle
before skinning him.

So he made shoes
out of his uncle?

Um, boots, technically.

Ugh, I don't know why,
but that is so much worse.

Yeah, 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 flex.
- 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,

how they carry themselves,
their walk.

Power.

So self-assured and in control.

My uncle was like that.

Richard.

He was a man among men,

until he was a 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,

squeezed until...

What's going on?

What's going on?

Where are you taking me?

What is this?

Time for your execution, Elliot.

Yes?

Understood. Stop.

Lucky you.

Your execution's been postponed.

Until when?

Until when?

Nobody knows.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

- Stop.
Stop.

Stop. Stop.

Stop.

Good news, your execution
has been postponed.

Please, just kill me already.

Elliot received what was called

the memento mori treatment
over his decade at 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.

Yeah, how do 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-constant
state of 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 to experience
the same uncertainty

and helplessness
that his victims felt.

What you're doing to me
is wrong.

How is your 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.

Certainly seemed 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.

Get me to a hospital.

Don't worry.

It won't be long now.

All right, we've got
a strange one for you here...

Mr. David Stevens,
42 years young,

presenting as a stab wound
to the abdomen.

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 victims postmortem

as a way to throw off
the police.

You're saying he was
skinned after he died.

Are you sure?
- Positive.

Please, I need a doctor.

Looks like we have
a fighter on our hands.

Cocoa butter and aloe

will ensure the skin
retains its moisture.

It's very important.

Good, good, good.

Apologies, gentlemen.

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 taking us?
- K...

What?

Kill me.

Please, kill me.

- It doesn't make any sense.
Elliot's MO was never stabbing.

Much less waiting around
for his victims

to die of infection.

Maybe he wasn't waiting.

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

Stabbing a guy, watching him

slowly die of sepsis
sounds like suffering to me.

Yeah, but he would always
flay his victims

while they were
still alive, not postmortem.

Maybe he's out of practice.

Hey, guys, we just
got a hit on our victim,

David Stevens's credit card.

It was 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 behind 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.
Perp'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?

Someone stole my dog,
they better leave the country.

Noted.

- Drunk and disorderly.
Drunk and disorderly.

Oh... public urination
twice in one day.

- On St. Patrick's Day.
- Been there.

Okay, this guy is a moron,

but I don't think
he murdered anyone.

Do you wanna 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.

Now 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 your 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 wanna 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 him, okay?

- No, actually stabbed him.
- It was a robbery.

People don't just
give up their wallets

if you tickle them, so I...

I gave him a little poke.

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, you stabbed a guy.

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, somebody stabs me,

the 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

to report he'd been
mugged and stabbed.

But 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

Carr 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?

I mean,
that's a very tight window.

We gotta talk to the EMT.

Do you remember a call
about a stab victim

at the intersection of Chapel
and York within the week?

It ended up being a no-show.

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

What do you mean?

A deli 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 poach each
other's calls all the time.

We're private companies in
competition with each other.

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

Hell, I poached a call
this morning.

Ambulance needed
at 963 Woodlawn Drive.

Female, 73, some vision loss.

Speaking of which, good luck.

What are we thinking?

Thinking that if
another ambulance

picked up David Stevens,
it was likely Elliot Carr.

If he'd stolen an ambulance,

it'd be reported
and can be tracked.

And where would he get
an ambulance, anyway?

Auction, junkyard,
eBay, Craigslist.

Okay, so there are
plenty of places.

If he was poaching calls,
he would need a scanner too.

- You're right...
he was listening in

on emergency dispatches.

Why go through all
the trouble of tracking

and abducting injured people?

The memento mori treatment.

It put him in the shoes
of his victim

and forced 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.

Carr just waited for him
to die on his own.

Yeah.

So he's gone from
hunter to scavenger.

I mean, ethically,
it makes no sense,

yet, somehow, complete sense.

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 gonna be just
fine.

- Thank you.
Where are you taking him?

You can meet us at
Connecticut Saints Hospital.

Help. Please, help.

Help.
- Okay. I'm pulling over.

Help!

Please, help me.
I can't breathe.

- It's okay.
You'll be dead soon.

Oh!

That's it.

Just let go.

You little worm!

- Thank you, officer.
- Mm-hmm.

Victim's name is Lonnie Sayward.

His wife called 911
about an hour ago.

He was picked up by our 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.

Carr must have
gotten spooked when

his victim tried to escape.

No, he didn't just escape.

This guy served.
He would have fought back.

Yeah, well, a heart attack
isn't a stabbing.

Elliot wasn't expecting a fight.

He's gonna be looking
for another victim.

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

Officer.

Okay, so you're...

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'll need
a serious wound.

And one that's likely to
be fatal, not a heart attack.

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

Mm, good idea.

Figures.

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 them to 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 gotta send
an ambulance, quick.

Okay, ma'am, we're sending
an ambulance to you now.

Is the man breathing?

Uh, no, no, I mean, maybe.

Yeah, just barely, though.

You guys gotta hurry, please.

Help is on the way.

- Pretty good.
You're a natural.

Thanks.

Comfy?

- I've done worse.
The bait is set.

Now we wait.

Do y'all have any tattoos?

- Like Semper Fi?
Or are we talking barcodes?

I almost got one once.

Ten to one,
it was gonna be barbed wire.

No, my money's on
something meaningful,

like a date or a name
or something.

22, my high school
basketball number.

Oh, high school memories.

You know you're not
actually dying, right?

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 dinner.

Dinner?

Yeah, I reached out to her,

and she got back to me
in like, record speed.

She said she wants
to cook me dinner.

That's very domestic
for a serial killer.

Tighten up, incoming.

- Wait, that's not him.
- Elliot Carr!

- No, no, no, it's not him.
It's not him.

- Get out with your hands up!
- No, no, wait, it's not him.

We 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.

Look, lady,
I'm just doing my job.

No, you don't understand.

Guys, it's him.

Get out of the car.

Elliot!

Damn!

We 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 onto him.

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

I'm on it.

- What do we got?
- Some bloody bandages.

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

He's not skinning his victims
in here, so it must be his.

- 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, Hassani's gonna
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 belonged to
one of Elliot's old victims.

You said scheduled to be sent?

- You guys are lucky.
It hasn't gotten out yet.

- Thank you.
- So what's in there, anyway?

Oh, trust us,
you don't wanna know.

And, uh, 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 skin shoes, right?

Huh.

Think we're looking at
David Stevens right now?

Making leather takes time.

I'm guessing this is
somebody else.

What are you thinking, Bex?

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, if we could find out

who these shoes are made of,

maybe we can find where
Carr is making them.

Can we even get
usable DNA off of these?

Oh, yeah.

I pulled DNA
out of the ashes of a furnace.

Don't ask.

The point is, mitochondrial DNA?

Lot more durable
than you'd think.

Don't try anything.

- Please, uh...
just take the car.

I have a family.

I don't want the car.

Just drive.

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

Stay in this job long enough,
you will see it all.

Sounds like we have a match.

Thank you.

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

Okay.

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 he made them.

No.

He's making them out of himself.

The blood and the bandages
in the ambulance,

he was injured,
but not from someone else.

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 families

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.

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.

If he's in as bad shape as that,

then he's up a creek without
access to medical supplies.

Well, if he still wants to
finish this horror apology tour,

he's gonna 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
at hospitals or clinics.

Oh, no.
- Morales, what is it?

An emergency room doctor
by the name of Thomas McMillan

was just reported missing
from a nearby trauma center.

I'm pulling CCTV up now.

What the?

Okay, Bex,
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 not gonna have GPS.

Um, I'm working on options now.

- Hey, can I see the shoe box?
- 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 Carr shoe box.

Right, but how does that
help us find him?

Because where did
he get the box?

It's not like stores are
selling the 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 this.

He's already dead.

I really don't think
this is gonna work...

for certain,
not in the long term.

I don't care
about the long term.

It's ready.

First, we'll need to remove
your old infected skin

and clean the graft bedside.

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 Carr
shoes made from Amazon caiman

were purchased from
a dark web reseller

and shipped to the same
address last month.

Sending the address now.

- Carr, drop it.
- Let him go.

Stay away, all of you.

Help me. Please.

Elliot, put the gun down.

You don't wanna hurt the doctor.

Really? Try me.

Hey, hey, hey!
Don't come any closer.

Don't do that.

Hang in there, doc.

We're gonna 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. 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.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- 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.

Carr's down, through
and through to the shoulder.

- Are you hurt?
- No.

We need an ambulance
immediately.

I'm calling it in.

- Get up, sit up.
Arms behind your back.

The other one. The other one.

Shane.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh, 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, so.

Great.

So... is bechamel
kind of smoky?

No.

- I...
- Oh, no.

Oh, no!

Okay, here we go.

Look at that.

Who needs to cook?

Oh, well, thank you.

You know, I actually
looked that recipe up.

Never made it before.

It just seemed like...

Like what?

Something a 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 wanna know

if I were in their position.

You can ask.

Okay.

Why did you take over
inmate recovery?

You forced Mallory out,

kicked Hassani off transport.

Why?

Listen, 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 and 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 waste it.

- Were they moved?
Or did they graduate?