Byron May

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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.

- Dinner with Lazarus was actually nice.

Nice?

- She didn't even know I was her son

until a couple of weeks ago.

- A new hire candidate at the Pit was flagged

on their security clearance.

Colonel Lazarus personally pushed it through anyway.

Shane Florence.

It seems like Colonel Lazarus has known

about Shane for a long time.

Cracked screen.

Oh, that's the worst.

Man, you've got to get yourself a better case for this thing.

Yeah.

- When's the last time you updated your software?

This thing's moving a little slow.

- I don't know. I just need the screen fixed.

It could be a drop.

Oh, snap.

You play "Warmonger" too?

- I guess I tried that out at some point.

- Did you, uh--did you make it to Freya's chariot?

It's pretty epic.

Uh, look, man.

How long will it take to fix the screen?

- Uh, usually two business days.

But for a fellow warmonger, I can get this done in one.

For Odin.

Right. OK.

Thanks. - Hell yeah.

Hmm.

What a cool guy.

Oh?

"Really wanted to go see the Pirates play this weekend,

"but all my boys are out of town.

FML."

Yes.

And here he comes--

--into Turn 4, hugging the line.

Throttle wide open here.

Expanding--

Hey, dude.

I, uh, got your screen fixed.

- Oh. Uh, thanks.

Oh, and I, uh--

I went ahead and upgraded the OS for you.

No more buffering when you play "Warmonger."

Right.

How did you know where I lived?

Company database.

Uh, you didn't have to--

- Oh, it's all good, man. - --come to my house.

It's--it's fine.

In fact, I didn't even charge you for it.

And, uh, you were on my way home,

so I thought I would just deliver it,

save you from having to come in again.

OK.

Thanks, man. - Mm-hmm.

I was--you know, I--

I was supposed to go to the, um, Pirates game tomorrow,

but my friend just flaked on me.

Is there any chance that you would want to go?

They're great seats.

I splurged.

- Yeah, uh-- you know what, man?

I don't really like baseball.

So, um--but you have a good time.

OK?

- You told your mom that you wanted to go to the game.

What the he--

did you go through my phone?

Why are you lying to me?

You love baseball.

- Get the hell out of here, you creep.

- I was trying to be nice. - Hey.

Did you hear what I said?

I said get out.

Ugh!

Shane, it's all there.

Seven years ago, you were recruited to work at the Pit,

but your file was flagged during the vetting process

and denied.

Until, of course, Lazarus pushed it through herself.

- Hey. I'm sorry, man.

She didn't just figure out that you're her biological son.

She's known for years.

- It doesn't say in here why I was rejected.

- You didn't pass the psych eval.

My source told me when they dug all this up.

- What, they thought I was too crazy for the Pit?

No. No, no.

Places like this, they want people

they can control that follow orders,

no matter how unethical.

It is a good thing that you did not check those boxes.

- A good thing? You sure about that?

I mean, I checked the right box for Dr. Fairfax,

maybe he was onto something.

Nah, don't do that.

Don't do that.

I know who you are.

We both do.

And she's an expert.

Yeah, all right.

OK, so she lied to me.

She pushed my paperwork through.

She wanted me here.

Why?

If she wasn't gonna tell me who she was,

why go through the trouble?

- Best case scenario, you're her estranged son.

Feelings are complicated.

Worst case?

Literally anything else.

Speaking of.

We need you out here.

Yep.

Shane.

We're gonna figure this out.

Yeah.

- All right. Thanks, man.

Yeah.

All right, folks.

This is a sensitive one.

Inmate K77, Byron May-- his fingerprints were found

all over a murder scene in Pittsburgh.

- Locals ran the prints already, but, as usual,

our system intercepted the request

and bounced back a no-match reference.

Byron May.

I don't know this one.

Well, that's a first.

- Well, in the 2010s he worked as a tech specialist

at an electronics store where he crossed

all seven of his victims.

And after only brief encounters--

After a brief encounter,

he would become fixated on his victims.

But after they inevitably rejected his overtures,

he would beat them to death with an improvised weapon.

Yeah? - Uh, sorry.

I thought you said you didn't know this guy.

No, I don't know this guy.

But that is the work of the East Side Ripper,

and his name is not Byron May.

It's Victor Rosa, who is serving

consecutive life sentences

at the Pennsylvania State Penitentiary.

So either they have the wrong guy or the Pit does.

What the hell are we talking about?

- What we're talking about here, Agent Henderson,

is a very delicate situation.

- Is there an innocent man in prison?

Are you serious?

- I'm afraid it's more complicated than that.

The East Side Ripper was a serial case

of particular interest to scientists in the Pit.

In 2013, they used covert surveillance technology

to positively identify him as Byron May,

and our team took him into custody.

He had no friends or family,

so no one even noticed he disappeared.

- OK, so you had the actual killer in custody,

did not tell the police, the case stayed open

until 2015 when Victor Rosa was arrested.

I was not involved.

But that's correct.

For obvious reasons, the Pit does not share

information with local authorities.

You understand.

You had the right guy,

and you did nothing to help an innocent man?

Be that as it may, your job--

our job--is to catch Byron May before he kills again.

Nothing more. Understood?