Hunters

Previously on "Hunters"...

Hunter number seven,

aka Lionel McCarthy.

What do you know about us?

He took Abby. My wife.

We traced the heroin found in McCarthy's warehouse

to a Columbian drug cartel.

The Hunters are running drugs in the jungle

and you're sending me a new guy to find them.

I've raided dozens of drug labs.

I've never seen anything like this.

Something else is going on.

When do we tell them we're fighting monsters

and not a drug cartel?

We don't tell them anything,

and they're not monsters.

- Did you always look so... - Human?

Thought I was, until my parents told me I wasn't.

This is what we are.

What was that?

He saw too much.

Has E.T.U. ever caught one that doesn't look like you?

We've never captured one alive in any form.

McCarthy must have warned

the Hunters about the Columbian operation.

If he did, then he's culpable for all these victims.

Not to mention the bombing fatalities,

or the junkie he killed just to toy with Flynn.

Jules, where are we with the Spotify lead?

Nothing yet.

My team's combing through tracks as fast as we can.

I caught a break.

Possible McCarthy lead, female.

Good, work it.

And follow up McCarthy's musician persona,

Cymatics Society.

I'll loop in the other agents.

Regan is prepping for a debriefing.

Flynn has family matters to attend to.

His wife?

Unfortunately, there's no sign of her.

Yet another reason we need to find this target.

We may not know his current whereabouts, but we know this,

Lionel McCarthy is out there and he is on the hunt.

Next on up to the mic

we have Lionel of the Cymatics Society.

Yeah!

We're dying.

Fiery forge, jealousy, terror, secrecy.

Oh, yes, secrecy...

A furnace seal'd.

What's he talking about?

The human form. Blake. Divine?

Hmm, not so much.

But a hungry gorge, yes.

Oh, very, very hungry.

Mmm...

Ah ha ha.

Where do you want it?

Surprise me.

What's that for?

It's for you.

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Flynn!

- Hey. - You're seven minutes late.

Six-and-a-half, but who's counting?

Oh, yeah... you are.

We'll, uh, just get some lunch

and I'll have her back before 2:00.

Back by 5:00?

- Back by 5:00. - Thank you.

That's it?

I haven't seen you in a week and you're checking Facebook?

It's "International Piano Magazine."

Abby bought me a subscription for my birthday last year.

Okay, what are you reading about?

About who won the Cliburn competition.

Like you really care.

I care about you.

You're the one who didn't even call for five days.

Emme, it was work, I had to go...

Look, don't they know Abby's missing?

Isn't that more important than some stupid job?

I thought you were reading a piano magazine.

I am.

Mm-hmm.

It's cold and it's raining

and I want to go back to school.

What? Come on, we just got here.

I don't understand why you pretend to care about me.

Of course I care about you.

Then do as I ask and take me back to school.

After the Colombian contractor was contained,

you and Agent Carroll continued in pursuit alone,

despite being ordered otherwise.

The Hunter was wounded,

and Agent Carroll and I agreed

that it would be best if he and I...

Keep your statements to your own judgments and actions.

This was our chance to catch a native Hunter.

I was our only chance.

You'd rather I just let it go?

What happened when you came face to face with the Hunter?

He looked at me for a few seconds and then ran off.

I chased it...

but dropped my weapon, and it outran me.

I'm having a hard time understanding

why the Hunter left you completely unharmed,

especially after it killed

27 people at the heroin plantation.

It must have known what I was.

Which still begs the question.

I had to pull some strings,

but I went back further in Abby's phone records,

like you asked me to.

Nothing unusual in the records the last six months.

If you go back further...

Kevin's phone number keeps popping up.

A lot.

He was my partner.

She'd call him when she couldn't get me.

Check out the day he was killed.

Abby spoke to Kevin

three times that morning,

an hour before he got shot,

then nothing.

No way.

Hey, I'm just showing you what I found.

They were not having an affair,

and Abby had nothing to do with my partner's murder.

Kevin was killed by a drug cartel.

Maybe. I thought one of the Columbian groups

might've had a hand in it...

Envigado, Olvidos, Los Rastrados...

but it was a dead end.

Olvidos.

- What about it? - A dead junkie turned up

about a week ago with Olvidos heroin in her system.

And a hole in her back?

There's been a string of those murders,

gory, like some homemade spinal tap voodoo shit.

What's all that got to do with Abby?

Bitch thinks I'm the mole.

Since when have you cared about what Finnerman thinks of you?

- I don't. - Good.

Neither do I.

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That thing still on?

There's something I didn't include in my report.

When the Hunter saw me, it communicated something,

in its clicking language.

- What did it say? - It wasn't words.

It was a shape and spaces,

like what I heard when I listened to the Slavic track.

It looked something like this.

You saw this when it spoke to you?

More like I heard it.

It's hard to explain.

Hmm.

We keep this to ourselves for now.

I wanted to run something by you, unofficially,

before taking it to Jackson.

There's been a string of murders... junkies.

Look at the marks on the bodies.

- They're just like Columbia. - Yeah.

And the junkie we found in McCarthy's warehouse.

You think he killed them all?

The first one was found here,

ten miles from McCarthy's farmhouse.

The next two bodies were found near the music stores

he took out.

One in D.C. and one near Baltimore.

So he's not just a mad bomber?

He's a serial killer, too.

The heroin ring, Columbia, these bodies,

it's all connected,

and McCarthy's the missing link.

And the only lead on Abby.

Not bad for a fed.

So why this shithole?

Contacted a few old FBI informants.

One of these working girls

recognized a picture of McCarthy

and thinks he might be renting a room here.

- Shh. - What?

He's here.

Let her go.

On your knees, asshole!

You're lost, girl. I can help you.

I'd say you're the one need help right now.

Hmm? Yeah.

Hey.

I want my wife.

Hey, attention people!

Thanks to the outstanding work of Agents Carroll and Regan,

we now have two live Hunters in our custody.

This is our chance to ask the big questions.

Who are they?

Where do they come from? What do they want?

World peace and friendship bracelets, I'm guessing.