All language subtitles for The Hunting Party S02E02 - Adrian Gallo

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.

Hello?

Hello?

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.

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.

What do we have?

We have a hit on Adrian
gallo in new Mexico.

I see.

What's the exposure?

One witness that we
know of as yet unidentified.

Does he have any victims yet?

He will if we keep talking.

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?

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.

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?

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.

Tha... thank you.

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.

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, 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?

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!
- Don't worry.

It's probably not spiders.

No, no!

Please, I'll tell you whatever you want!

- 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?

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.

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.

Boy.

Yeah?

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, 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.

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.