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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.

Are you gonna
ask me out or what?

No.

Maybe.

Your father is the
only one who can tell me

who my biological mother is.

Can I speak with him?

You know you can't.

It's my mother.

Hi, Shane.

We need to talk.

Let's talk about
serial killers.

Was the Bay Area Butcher
born a killer,

or did his environment
turn him into one?

Is a sociopath a result
of nature or nurture?

Well, that is a question
that has plagued scientists

and academics for centuries.

In fact, some behavioral
psychiatrist at Quantico

is probably asking that
very question right now.

Unfortunately,
they're looking for an answer

they'll never find.

I propose, while environment
clearly plays a part,

it is the anatomical structure
of one's brain,

our nature,

that will determine which of us
will become the next Butcher.

Hey, man,
you spare a few bucks?

Just trying to get a hot meal.

Tell you what,

I'll do you one better.

I'm looking for
paid participants

for a research study.

If you're interested,
I'll offer you a hot meal

and $20 on top.

What do you say?

Huh?

Cold night to be on
the streets, huh?

Yeah. Uh...

I'm working on getting a place.

Saving up.

I'm assuming your
family can't help?

No, man,
I kind of got no one.

Mmm-mmm-mmm!

My wife makes these, and
they're just--just delicious.

Here, please help yourself.

Unless you'd rather not
take candy from a stranger.

No, I love toffee.
Thanks.

So you're some kind
of teacher, huh?

Uh, yes, neuroscience.

I have an MD and PhD,

which means I practice,

and I do research.

Oh, wow.

I barely graduated daycare.

Oh.

Well, I'm sure you'll find
your purpose in this world.

Um, yeah,

school was never really--

Never really--

Well, good news, Johnny.

Your life will not be in vain.

I mean, I don't want
to sound condescending,

but let's be honest,
you were going nowhere fast.

What happened?

Just relax.

Almost there.

No.

No, no, no, no!

There's really only so much
you can learn

from textbooks and teachers.

Real knowledge can only be
gained through experience

and taking chances
that most people just

don't have the stomach for.

One of those chances might just
turn out to change the world.

And who knows, Johnny,

you might still
prove to be more important

than you ever imagined.

I'm sorry, I don't--
I don't know.

This is--is a lot to take in.

I understand.

When did you realize?

The moment I saw you
in the Command Center.

So I pulled your
military DNA records

and ran them against mine.

When I was an inmate
at the Pit,

Dr. Dulles used to let me watch
some of your sessions with him.

Those moments meant

everything to me.

Then once I was out
of the Pit--

Graduated?

That's what Dulles
liked to call it.

and I finally had
my freedom,

he still refused to tell me
anything more about you

or where you lived.

And then...

20 years later,

here you are.

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.

Or don't.

But I would very much like
to get to know you.

You have my eyes.

Uh-uh, half-caf with
cream and two sugars.

Someone's paying attention.

- Details matter.
- Hm.

Oh, but did you--

Pour the decaf in first?

Yes.

Although I haven't figured out
why you do that.

And I plan on
remaining a mystery.

Morales.

What do we got?

Facial rec picked up
this photo.

It was sent by a Harvard
undergrad to his roommates.

I assume we already accessed
the phones remotely

and scrubbed the image?

- Done.
- Don't tell Congress.

And the students have no idea
they just captured a real image

of Sidney Fairfax.

The Boston 9 case.

Guess he was more than
a person of interest.

Boston 9--why does that
sound so familiar?

It's an infamous unsolved
case from 1990 to 1995.

Nine bodies were found
buried in the remote woods

beside the Concord River,

each with a section
of their brain removed.

It's never just a good old
shot to the chest anymore,

is it?

What?

You know what I meant.

You know, these cuts look
very professional.

I mean, almost surgical.

That's what
the cops thought, too,

which is why Sidney Fairfax,

an esteemed professor
wound up on their radar,

along with
other rumored suspects.

But before
they could build a case,

he died in a one-car accident
driving home from Harvard.

Big air quotes on that "one."

Sounds to me like
somebody figured out

Fairfax was the Boston 9 guy,

didn't want the public
to know the truth,

so they disappeared him
inside the Pit.

Oh, you're right,
this is the first time

the Pit has faked the death
of an inmate

before they were caught
for their crimes.

What do we have
on his therapies?

From what I'm seeing, he
was never officially treated.

There are no therapies,
no treatment logs, nothing.

Whoever hid him in
the Pit really wanted

to make sure he vanished.

OK, Morales,
can you and the team pull up

any public information--
biographies, interviews,

anything that he's done?

Anything we can use
to get inside his head.

- We're on it.
- Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

You OK?

Yeah, yeah,

just set my alarm to p.m.,
like an idiot.

Where are we headed?

Boston.

Hope you brought a jacket.

Hello, Professor.

Professor Alanson?

Hello?

Campus.

Hippo--hippopota--campus.

Campumus is the
hippopamplemousse.

Professor?

A-Are you OK?

Help me.

Help!

Somebody, help!

All right,
Note the slightly reduced

volume in the prefrontal lobe,

the moderately
reduced connections

between the amygdala
and the prefrontal cortex.

Every serial killer
I have studied

shares a number of these
anatomical features.

Well, you may be wondering,
if we can just

scan someone's brain and
determine their predisposition

toward murderous violence,
shouldn't we be able to stop

them before they start?

Unfortunately, not so simple,

because these unique structures

are not isolated
to killers alone.

For example,

structurally,
this patient's brain

is no different from your
average serial killer.

Yet this scan belongs to...

my assistant,
Mr. Clive Alanson.

So far,
he hasn't killed anyone

that we know of.

So we have to ask,

why is one a killer

and the other my assistant?

Where is that biological
switch inside their minds?

And what flips it
from off

to on?

Loves the sound of
his own voice, doesn't he?

Yeah, he does.

Five years old Fairfax
was labeled a gifted child

and wound up skipping
several grades.

In multiple interviews,
he mentions feeling

completely out of step
with his much older classmates.

It's my guess that over time,

Fairfax's antisocial traits

bloomed into
a full-blown lifestyle.

So he retreated into academia,
where his smarts were an asset,

not a liability.
- Let me guess.

He's one of those kids
that went to Harvard at 16.

15.

At 20,
he had his MD and his PhD.

And at 25, he was a tenured
professor and a leading voice

in the convergence
of criminal anatomy,

neuroscience, and antisocial
personality disorder.

Doogie Howser,
the serial killer.

Now, that is a show
I would watch.

Hey, what's the over-under on
serial killers being geniuses?

On TV, yeah, pretty high,

but not in real life.

Sidney Fairfax was in
his own class of mind,

like a Ted Kaczynski,
another Ivy Leaguer,

or a Rodney Alcala.

Alcala.

The Dating Game Killer, UCLA.
- Mm-hmm.

If these guys
are such brilliant geniuses,

why are they making such
horrible life choices?

'Cause he didn't see it
as a horrible life choice.

Sidney savored the power
and control he felt

over killing
an innocent person.

He could recognize his victim's
distress but didn't weight it.

The consequences of
his actions on others

meant absolutely
nothing to him.

Plus, being a professor
would have allowed him

to hide in plain sight.

I'm sure that was part
of the thrill.

Yeah, super-thrilling stuff.

Hey, Morales, what's up?

I've been monitoring
Boston PD scanners.

Get this, Fairfax had an
assistant named Clive Alanson.

- Yeah, we know who he is.
- Was.

Alanson was just found dead
in his lab at Harvard.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Whoa.

I did not take the professor
for a "Hellraiser" fan.

If Morales can identify
what these pins are,

maybe we can figure out
where Fairfax got them.

What are we thinking? Torture?

There's an injection site
on his carotid.

Fairfax drugged him.

If he wanted to torture him, he
would have left him wide awake.

OK, so what are you thinking?

Like, this was punishment, or?

Whatever it was,
we need to figure out

where this mad scientist
is going next.

Morales, where are you
with facial rec,

traffic cams, anything?

Still nothing.

What are you thinking, Bex?

Let's find out if the kid who
found him is still on campus.

They think I did it.

They told me to get a lawyer.

I--I don't have a lawyer.

Hey, Jack, I need you
to do something for me, OK?

Can you make two fists?

Both hands?

Tight.

Squeeze really hard.

Now release.

You just went through
something really horrible,

and right now, your brain
is flooding your body with--

With epinephrine
and cortisol.

Yeah, by squeezing my fist,

I am flushing the blood
to my muscles

where chemicals
can be absorbed.

Yeah, yeah.

Jack, we don't think
that you killed Alanson.

Uh,
can you get me out of here?

We can, and we will,

but we just need to ask you

a few questions first.

Can you tell us anything
about those pins?

Our colleague identified
them as electrodes

used in deep-brain stimulation.

That's right.

They're incredibly
cutting edge.

Whoever killed Alanson,
could they have

gotten those pins in the lab?

Yes, but I've never seen
DBS electrodes

implanted in those areas
of the skull before.

- Why not?
- 'Cause it's crazy.

It's unsafe.

It could cause strokes, hemorrhages.

Do you know anyone who
would implant them like that?

No, but I--I can tell you,
whoever did

definitely knew
what they were doing.

I mean, those were
freehand burr holes.

I--I don't follow.

Only a highly skilled
brain surgeon

trained in the
latest technology

could have done that.

Hey, Shane. It's Sarah.

I just wanted you to know
my dad passed away

a few nights ago in his sleep.

I'm just glad
he went peacefully.

We can talk whenever.

Shane.

Morales, I need you to pull up
Tom Beecher's medical file.

Yeah.
Why not?

Since we're on the topic
of barbaric

experimental brain surgeries.

How is it that a guy
who's in prison for 30 years

performs a cutting-edge surgery
with technology

that was developed decades
after he wound up in the Pit?

You don't think Fairfax was
just sitting on the bench.

No, I think
he was working down there.

I mean, look, Tom Beecher,
he had brain surgeries

performed in the Pit.

We always assumed
that it was Dulles.

But what if Fairfax was the one
actually performing them?

I'm sending you
Beecher's records now.

Take a look at the letters
next to Dulles's signature.

SF, Sidney Fairfax.

Seems like Dulles
wasn't the only one

using Pit inmates
as specimens.

There are at least 20 other
patients with SF initials

in their medical files,

and that's just after
a 15-second search.

Also explains why Fairfax's
Pit files never existed.

He wasn't just an inmate.

He was a visiting professor.

Can I help you?

Willa Sanchez?

Yes.

I'm with the University.

My name is Dr. Fairfax.

Dr. Charles,
we were hoping that you could

help us with another inmate.

What can you tell us about
Professor Sidney Fairfax?

Was there any way that
he continued his work

when he was in the Pit?

Sidney's time in the Pit
was regrettable.

Yes,
he continued his research.

He was even encouraged to
by Dr. Dulles.

Fairfax believed that serial
killers' brains shared

specific anatomical traits,

that biology could predict

an individual's potential
for murder.

So the population
inside the Pit

offered him access to hundreds
of ideal test subjects.

Dr. Dulles was fascinated
by Sidney's work,

despite the obvious
moral erosion.

OK.

What can you tell us
about Fairfax's work

in deep-brain stimulation?

Sidney believed
in select patients,

he could use DBS to stimulate
dormant, violent tendencies

in nonviolent subjects.

Like flipping a biological
switch in their minds.

A noble pursuit
if the goal simply

had been to flip the switch off
in violent offenders.

Are you saying it wasn't?

I'm saying
when it comes to the Pit,

things are never as simple
as they seem.

If a switch can
be turned off--

It can be turned on.

Exactly.

Dulles believed
it was impossible.

Of course inside the Pit,

there weren't
any nonviolent offenders

to test his theory upon.

So he used other inmates
as disposable lab rats.

OK, so who is right?

We'll never know.

Dulles lost his mind.

And without Dulles, Fairfax
stayed locked in his cell.

Until now.

Morales.

I've got a report of a 911 call
about an injured woman

wandering the streets
of Cambridge.

She had,
"Things drilled into her head."

ID says Willa Sanchez.

Get this to the team

and find out what hospital
they're taking her to.

I'm going to have the doctor
come speak with you.

OK, thank you.

I have been on this
since the beginning.

They're still working to
stabilize Willa Sanchez.

But they said they
would let me know--

Shane.

Hey.

Sorry.

Uh, is Willa going to make it?

Are you OK?

You're just really
out of it today.

Does this have
anything to do with

why you were late this morning?

Shane.

Bureaucratic son of a bitch.

That was Langley.

Lazarus played me.

Her whole balance of power
speech, garbage.

What happened?

She leveraged the attack
on Cyrus's convoy

to assume military control over
all future prisoner transports.

What?
She can do that?

She just did.

You can see her now.

It's one visitor at a time,
and it has to be quick.

The OR is already prepped.

Willa.

Willa, my name is
Rebecca Henderson.

I'm here to help you.

I want to catch the man
that did this to you.

Ah, ah, ah.

Ah, ah, ah!

I'm--I'm late for class.

No. You're in the hospital.

Willa, can you hear me?

No, no, no, no,
I can't be late.

I think we need
to end this here.

No, no, no, no, no!
No, I can't be late.

What are you going
to be late for, Willa?

Doctor, he's at class.

Always at class.

Which class will
you be late for?

N-n-n...

neuro--neuro--
neuro--neuroscience.

She's getting agitated.
That's enough.

He locks the doors.
Can't be late.

- Who? Who locks the doors?
- The professor.

Professor Fairfax?

Professor Dulles.

So Willa Sanchez knew Dulles.

Dulles knew Fairfax.

Who knew Clive Alanson.

Who had the brain of
a benign psychopath.

You think Fairfax
targeted Willa

because she had the same
type of brain as Alanson?

What if Fairfax
was still trying

to win his argument
with Dr. Dulles

and use Dulles's former
students at MIT to do so?

- Huh.
- Hey, Morales.

We need everything the Pit has
on Dr. Dulles.

Uh, I hate to say it,
but we've exhausted

everything we have on Dulles.

Except he does have a daughter

who lives in Boston,
Sarah Dulles.

- OK.
- All right.

Send us her information.

Maybe she knows something.

Yep, on it.

She doesn't.

What?

She just cleared out
her dad's place

and sent me everything
that she had.

What the hell
are you talking about?

OK, it's a long story, and I
promise, I'm going to explain.

But if Dulles has anything
on Fairfax in his files,

it'll be at my apartment.

Morales, I need you and Peck
to go to Shane's.

Get anything you can find.

Comms off.

We gotta talk.

Why?

Why didn't you tell us
about Sarah?

I know, I should have
told you earlier, but--

But you thought
we wouldn't find out.

No.

No, it's not that at all.

It's--it's complicated.

Look, I told you,
I have been searching for

my biological mother, right?

And Dulles, he was my
best shot at finding her.

Sarah sent me a message
about an hour ago.

Dulles died a few days back.

Days?

You told us weeks ago
that he was already dead.

Guys, I'm sorry that
I didn't tell you about this,

but this was never about me
keeping secrets from you.

This was about me
finding my mother.

And I did.

Actually, she found me.

She's... Lazarus.

You knew.

For how long?

A couple days.

I was gonna tell you.

But you didn't.

What--you kept it from me.

Yeah, we could say
the same thing about you.

What?

These aren't even close
to the same thing.

No, I didn't have to tell you
about this,

but I still did.

Sure, months later, after
you intentionally lied to us.

I have never
withheld anything

that could jeopardize a case.

Never, never.

This was strictly personal.

You know what?

If he--

No, no.
Stop, stop, stop.

What, am I supposed
to go after him?

Fairfax is out there.

Let's focus on that.

Of all the gin joints in all
the towns in all the world,

Dulles's files were in
Shane's apartment all along.

Yeah.

You don't seem surprised.

I'm learning not to be
shocked by anything

when it comes to this job,
or anyone.

No.

No, Shane is solid.

Whatever this is,
he had a good reason.

Um...

Wait.

Look at this.
It's...

Willa Sanchez.

This is from a 2002
longitudinal study

when Dulles was
still chair at MIT.

The cohort is 30
freshmen students.

"Subject shows signs of
reduced frontal lobe volume,

"reduced connections between
the prefrontal cortex

and the amygdala."

That's the way
Fairfax described

the Bay Area Butcher's brain
at his lecture.

If everyone from this study
has the same description...

Dulles must have shared it
with Fairfax at the Pit.

Any one of these people
could be Fairfax's next victim.

♪ Saturday in the park

♪ I think it was
the Fourth of July ♪

♪ Saturday in the park

♪ I think it was
the Fourth of July ♪

Got it.
Yes, ma'am.

I'll let the team know.

Guys, I've got locations
on all 30 individuals

who participated in the study.

Only three
are still in the area.

Sending you
their addresses now.

None of these are far.

We're on it.

You've reached Sarah Dulles.

I can't come
to the phone right now.

Please leave a message.

Hey, Sarah.

It's, uh--

well, it's Shane.

I'm actually in Boston,

and, uh, well,
I--I learned some things,

and I was hoping we could talk.

So, uh, I--I looked at
your dad's place, but--

you're not home.

Sir?

Sir, I'm with the police.

Oh, damn.

Buddy.

We need to get you
some help, all right?

But first, I need to know,
where is Professor Fairfax?

OK.

Ahh!

It's Shane.

Hey.

421 Pine Street now.

I'm going to need you
to put the plates down.

Listen.
Listen, buddy.

I do not want to hurt you.

Help is on the way.

I need you to stay
where you are, OK?

- No!
- Ahh!

Just relax, OK?

I'm here to help you.

Whoa, whoa! Hey!

Sorry.

OK. All right.

Ah!

Mm.

There again, reduced activity
in the amygdala.

But the orbitofrontal cortex
is higher than average.

For his age group, yes,

but he is already showing signs

of an overly active
ventral striatum.

We'll see what happens
once he hits puberty.

Shane, keep going.

OK.

I just want to do better
than last time.

If I do better, can I go home?

You can go home
when we're done.

Oh, you're awake.

Splendid.

I cannot tell you
how often I have thought

about you over the years.

The little boy born in the Pit.

There was always something
so special about you.

You remember me?

Huh?

No, no, no.

It's OK if you don't.

But I think that you and I are
haunted by the same question--

nurture or nature?

Guys, that address
is Dulles's townhouse.

Right.
Go right.

Yeah, I'm familiar
with which way right is.

Dulles wanted you
to have a happy childhood

to prove that
environment shapes

the mind more than biology.

He wanted so desperately for
you just to be a normal kid.

But somewhere inside him,
he knew you couldn't be.

And I think that you,
my perfect test subject,

have been brought back to me

like some act
of divine providence

to finally prove
that I am right.

Psychopathy on demand
is possible.

If only Dulles
were here to see this.

What--oh, you have
something to add?

You don't know
what you're talking about.

You want to see
a killer's brain?

Hmm?

Why don't we open up your head?

I'll bet you've taken more
lives than I have, my friend.

Not--in the line of duty
and self-defense.

It was protecting people.

It's not--
it's not the same thing.

I know you believe that,
but when we're done here,

you will understand
the truth about yourself.

You will understand
what it means

to be the son
of Evelyn Lazarus.

Or do you call her Caitlin?

You know nothing
about her anymore.

I helped make Evelyn
Lazarus what she is today.

I think I know a thing or two.

Your mother was just
the beginning, Shane.

But you, I think,
may be the end.

I have waited 30 years
to get inside

that little head of yours.

Yeah, you can drill
all the holes you want,

but the only psychopath
down here is you.

Let's find out.

That's a good boy.

Sir.

He's alive.

Sir, can you hear me?

Don't worry,
this is just a mild sedative.

It won't knock you out,

but it will keep you
from moving around too much

once I start to cut.

You'll be pleased to know
that brain tissue

has no pain receptors.

Unfortunately,
the scalp most certainly does.

So if you can handle
the drill...

We're gold.

So let's just
give that a moment,

and then we can begin.

Shane, you're doing great.

Don't scream.

They don't like it
when we scream.

911, what's your emergency?

We need an ambulance
at 421 Pine.

Where the hell is Shane?

Shane can't have just
disappeared into thin air.

What are we missing?

We need to talk to someone

that knew Fairfax and Dulles.

Agent Henderson?

Shane was taken
by Sidney Fairfax.

Look, I know you care about him
as much as I do.

How can I help?

We tracked Fairfax to a
townhouse owned by Dr. Dulles.

There is no sign that
Shane or Fairfax are here.

You're in the right place,
just not the right level.

We searched the whole house.

No, you haven't.

Of course,
there's a creepy doorway.

Fairfax, freeze!

Make one more move, and I
will shoot you where you stand.

Well, that would be
a terrible miscalculation,

because I've got
a cranial drill

4 millimeters from plunging
into little Shane's

temporal lobe.

I don't know, Doc.

I'm a pretty good shot.

Well, you're welcome
to take your chances, OK?

But I'm telling you that
one flick of my finger,

and it's the end
for your friend here.

Wait, stop!

Shane is not your lab rat.

He is brave and selfless.

He is a decorated marine,

and yet he is way too humble
to actually talk about that.

Uh-huh, he also has the brain
of a killer.

So--

It doesn't matter
how many holes you drill,

you won't change who Shane is,

who he has chosen to be.

He cares more deeply
about people

than anyone I have ever met.

He is kind, he's loyal,

and he can quite literally

fall asleep wherever.

What do you possibly hope
to gain

with these stupid
sentimental arguments?

Time.

Ahh!

He's down.

It took you guys long enough.

Yeah, we were pretty pissed.

You know, you didn't need
to get abducted

to remind us how much
we care about you.

Worked, didn't it?

All right,
the team just cleaned up

everything at Dulles's place.

And Fairfax's body
is en route back to Cheyenne.

What a day.

So listen, I want to--

I want to say something
to you guys.

Listen, you're good, man.

We're sorry.

You don't need to say anything.

No, I--

I do.

So I've had this secret

from the time I was 15.

That's when I found out

my biological mother
was a murderer.

Since then, I've been keeping
that secret, you know?

And I've spent so long
just guarding it

and keeping people at arm's
length because of it

that I--

I've never known
how to put it down.

But now,

for the first time, maybe ever,
with you two,

I have something to lose.

So I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

To putting it all
out in the open.

I will drink to that.

Got your message.

Please, come sit.

I wanted to thank you

for saving Shane's life

and for ridding the world
of Dr. Sidney Fairfax.

Um, yeah.

OK, I'm not really sure
what this is,

but you should know that
Shane has told us everything.

Not everything.

There are still some pieces
I haven't shared with him.

So what, you're gonna
share them with me now?

There's no excuse
for what I did,

but there is context.

Were you ever bullied
in school, Rebecca?

Bullies aren't just
in school.

Indeed, but mine were.

And they were merciless.

I was 17 years old,
not comfortable in my own skin,

and I was not equipped to
navigate what was done to me.

I didn't care
about the consequences.

All I cared about was

if I became the killer,

I'd no longer be the victim.

What I didn't know was that
there was something

wrong with me,

what I would later
come to understand

as homicidal psychopathy.

But Dr. Dulles
and the Pit cured me.

I served my time,
and now I serve my country.

It's a very
sympathetic story.

Reform is possible, Rebecca.

And I'm living proof.

She's here.

Hey, um,
how'd it go with Lazarus?

I think she's one of
the most dangerous sociopaths

I've ever met.

And whatever she's up to,

we're gonna stop her.