The Hunting Party

Last season 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.

My name is Dr. Dulles.

Your father is the only one who can tell me

who my biological mother is.

Please, just one time.

Who is that woman?

She's not down there anymore.

She graduated.

Special agent Henderson.

My name is colonel Lazarus.

Service at window 2.

Hi.

Service at window 7.

I knew you'd come to me, flora.

What?

Your name.

Flora.

From "the invisible man."

I've never seen it.

1933.

Claude rains, Gloria Stuart, William Harrigan.

My friends are waiting for me, so...

Service at window 2.

What the hell?

Hi.

I knew you would come to me, flora.

Father, come quickly.

My darling, I failed.

- I meddled in things... - Do you want some, babe?

This is nice.

Inmate e63, approaching 71% accuracy.

Treatment continues to prove effective.

Correct responses are nearing acceptable measures.

Acceptable is bare minimum.

Increase the frequency, doctor.

Yes, ma'am.

Colonel Lazarus, your helicopter's here.

I'll be back again next week to check on the others.

I expect you'll be successful.

Colonel.

Pleasure seeing you, as always.

Emergency detected at the pit.

All silos secure prisoners...

emergency detected at the pit.

All silos...

emergency detected at the pit.

My name is special agent Rebecca Henderson.

Two months ago, there was an explosion

at a nuclear missile silo in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

The public was told that this was an act of ecoterrorism.

But your government's been lying to you.

The blast actually occurred at a secret government prison

called the pit, which was home to the worst killers

the world has ever seen, all of whom

the public believed were dead.

The blast killed many of these inmates, but many more

escaped and remain at large throughout this country.

Federal agents are not equipped

to apprehend these killers.

This is why Attorney General Mallory assigned me

to a specialized team, which she has since disbanded

with disastrous effects.

This is one of the largest government cover-ups

in the history of the United States.

This better work.

It will.

Hey, hey, hey.

It's okay.

Got your message.

It's a shame things had to end this way.

Yeah, but it's not over yet, is it?

The killers from the pit, they're still out there.

Before Oliver died, I made a promise

that I was gonna finish this.

I agreed to meet out of respect for you and for Oliver.

I'm watching the news.

Federal officers killed in spokane, Atlanta.

Whatever b team you've hired to replace us

clearly is not for the job, is it?

Plus, they're missing cases.

A woman was just found dead in her own bed in Austin,

no signs of struggle, no forced entry.

Do you have any idea how much of a mess you and your team

made at the...

tox screen found evidence of a paralytic.

Pancuronium bromide.

Ron Simms.

How public is this?

Local papers are running copycat stories,

but it won't be long before people find out

the real Ron Simms is back.

You need us, Mallory.

Whether you want to admit it or not,

my team is the best chance you have at catching him.

And if I say no?

Then this video goes out to every major news outlet.

It's everything. It's the whole story.

I want my team back.

You do understand you are trying to blackmail

the Attorney General of the United States, right?

No, I'm not trying to do anything.

You're gonna reinstate us... today.

Careful, Rebecca.

Morales.

Hey. How you doing?

It's so good to see your face.

Hey! There she is.

Hey.

All right, that's enough of that.

Hassani.

Hey, morales.

Careful, careful.

Don't hug him too hard.

Old man's still recovering.

I'll still take you any day, kid.

Yeah? Want me get you a chair?

Get him one of the walkers with the tennis balls.

Are you kidding me?

I put myself between you two and a bullet,

and this is the thanks I get?

Last time I save your life.

Doubt it.

We got a hit.

Ron Simms.

Boogeyman.

You don't grow up in Texas and not hear the stories.

I'm from Wyoming, and I heard 'em.

He killed, like, 10 women, right?

12.

In each case, Ron would break into his victims' homes,

waiting for them underneath their bed

before drugging them with a paralytic.

Simms was a companion control killer,

which means he didn't actually want his victims dead.

He just wanted them still.

For him, intimacy was only safe

if he knew the other person couldn't leave.

And it was after he had complete control

that he felt fully safe expressing himself.

He would stay with them for days on end,

never leaving their side.

They slowly died from sepsis as their internal organs

began to shut down one by one from the paralytic.

Yeah, this creep was all over the news

when I was in high school.

I still check under the bed at night.

So do I.

Better get to Austin before he makes it 13.

She's pouring the wine, you know, just to taste...

the way they do.

And I said, look, I love the movie "sideways,"

but you're gonna have to help me here

'cause it all tastes like old grape juice to me.

A partner at my firm loves that wine shop,

but they're so snooty.

I think she appreciated the honesty.

And I wasn't kidding.

I know nothing about wine... less than nothing.

But I do know a little something about pot roast.

That's delicious.

You're a good cook.

Yeah, I love to cook, when I've got time,

and a great kitchen like this one.

But when do I get to see your place?

Maybe next weekend.

You know, you said that last weekend.

You don't need to hide anything from me.

Cheers.

And honestly, after all these years of therapy, I'm...

I'm in a really good place.

It's not easy doing the work on yourself,

but it's... it's so rewarding.

I totally agree.

Therapy was the best decision I ever made.

Right?

I'm an imperfect person.

Aren't we all?

And it's healthy to admit that.

You're right.

I don't wanna hide myself from you.

I've done things I regret.

Like what?

I have to live with the fact that I've taken a life.

More than one.

What do you mean?

Were you in a car accident?

No.

Were you in the military?

No.

Christina, wait.

What are you doing? Let me go.

- Don't look at me like that. - Stop.

Please, you're scaring me. No.