The Hunting Party

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.

This was never about me keeping secrets from you.

This was about me finding my mother.

Why did you take over inmate recovery?

Because I believe in some of the work the pit was doing.

I was given a second chance.

I don't intend to waste it.

You're using too much blush, Colette.

Dad always said be generous with it, Liza.

You want them to look alive.

Yeah, he also said makeup is expensive.

I want him to look good.

- It's a closed casket. - No one's gonna see him.

Yeah, but we'll know.

You look very handsome, daddy.

I'm going out to meet some friends.

There's still so much more to do before the funeral.

Look, if there's one person who understood

needing a drink, it's dad.

Don't talk about him like that!

Like I said, wasting money.

Are you really gonna open a fresh jar?

You think dad cares what he looks like?

You are such a freak.

You gonna let your sister talk to you

like that, sweetie?

What is even wrong with you?

Tell her she can't talk to you that way.

You can't talk to me like that.

Excuse me?

What, are you gonna start crying?

Did I hurt your feelings?

Stand up for yourself.

- You're just as nuts as dad. - Do it.

Good.

That's my girl.

Good job.

Thanks, dad.

Thanks.

As surprising as it might sound,

dinner with Lazarus was actually nice.

Nice?

That's all you have to say about that?

What's nice is that you're still breathing.

I'm serious. We... we just talked.

Honestly, I think she's as curious about me

as I am about her.

She didn't even know I was her son

until a couple of weeks ago.

How did she say that she found that out?

Well, she said part of her knew

the moment she saw me in the command center.

She pulled my records, confirmed it.

I mean, I don't know what I imagined

finding my mom would be like, but it wasn't this.

I mean, she cooked me lasagne.

Well, she tried to.

And for what it's worth, it actually

felt like she was being open, you know.

I asked her about the recovery operation,

- straight up. - And?

She said she wanted to be part of it because

she believes in some of the work the pit was doing.

Yeah, of course she did. She ran it.

Well, so did odell.

I know that that's completely different.

I'm just saying, she's not what I expected.

I'm sorry, I'm just tired.

We've had a long day.

About to get longer. Got a hit.

What about the missing inmates?

Ever since Lazarus took over the transport,

three inmates were moved out,

and no one seems to know where they went.

Just because they've been moved

doesn't mean something messed up is happening.

I'm not saying we trust her completely, ok?

But what do we actually have on her, really?

Besides the fact that she made a horrible mistake

as a teenager and spent decades in prison.

A dead body was found in a mortuary

in Kansas City an hour ago.

Just the one?

Our victim, Henry Bradley,

was the owner and funeral director

of the Bradley mortuary,

which used to be the akins mortuary.

Now, the hit was confirmed by a partial fingerprint

belonging to inmate h64, Colette akins.

- You want to do the honors? - Sure.

Back in 2015, Colette chalked up

an impressive 11 murders to her name.

From a young age, she was raised in the family business.

When the time comes, show your loved ones you care.

We're here for you.

Akins family mortuary.

Very Addams family.

No morticia.

Sadly, the mom died in childbirth.

That's dad, Nathan akins, with Colette.

And on the left, older sister Liza.

The two sisters had a lot of resentment

due to the mother's death...

so much so that Liza's favorite pastime

was locking Colette in coffins for hours on end.

Kids will be kids.

Her dad was the only one that Colette

actually felt protected her.

The day of her dad's funeral,

Colette decides to slit Liza's throat with an embalming knife.

And then when she's finally caught years later,

she tells police her dead dad told her to do it.

Like, she saw his ghost or something?

More like a disembodied voice.

Auditory psychosis can be the result

of a couple different things...

brain injury, sleep deprivation, trauma.

In Colette's case, they think that it was tied

to the embalming chemicals that she was working with.

- Formaldehyde. - Damn.

I knew some guys back home who used to smoke

weed soaked in formaldehyde.

They hear voices telling them to kill people too?

Colette's father's voice told her to do a lot more than that.

He instructed her to put Liza's corpse in his coffin,

Bury them together, and then tell

friends and family that Liza had run off to California.

Ok, so Liza was the first.

Who were the next ten?

Women all around Liza's age that Colette

saw as a replacement for her abusive older sister

and activated her trauma stimulus response.

She would stalk them, kill them, and then put them

in coffins with other cadavers that were being buried

by the family funeral home,

just like she did with her sister.

I mean, it is a pretty cool system for hiding bodies.

If... you know, if you're a depraved serial killer.

Plane's on the tarmac.

I can't sleep.

Can you sing to me?

Hello? Is anyone there?

Can you hear me?

I need help.

Help!

Can you sing me a lullaby?

What? No.

Please, you gotta get me out of here.

How about a story?

Lady, I don't know any stories.

Just, please, let me out of here!

Hello? Are you there?

Are you out there? Lady?

You want me to tell you a story?

- How about that? - No.

No, I don't want a story.

Look, lady, it's hot in here.

I can barely breathe.

I really need some water.

Just let me out of here!

What the hell is wrong with you?

It was a bone-cold winter's night,

and inside a little house,

a little girl lay in her bed all alone.

Please.

And just as she was about to fall asleep,

she heard a noise.

Please, I need water!

Hey!

Shh!

I'm telling you a story.

Ok. I'm listening.

So the little girl heard a sound,

but when she opened her eyes and looked around,

she couldn't see anything.

But then, through a crack in the wall,

she saw what was making the sound.

- Look, lady... - It was a mouse.

I don't know what you want, but I can get it for you.

And the little girl was like, hello, mouse,

- would you like to be my friend? - Money?

You want money? Please, what do I have to do?

- But this wasn't a cute mouse. - Please, just let me out!

Stop, please!

What was the little girl to do?

What are you doing?

I said, what was the little girl to do?

It turns out the mouse wasn't a mouse at all.

- Please, just let me go. - It was a rat.

A big, fat, ugly rat!

And they just kept coming around

and squeaking and scratching,

and the little girl couldn't fall asleep.

Even though she said to the rat, be quiet,

the rat just kept saying, "can I please have some water?