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.

How many inmates got out?

The exact number is unclear.

But you're here, Agent Henderson,

to help us catch them.

- They did things to the inmates.

- What things? - Experiments.

- The blast that collapsed the Pit was no accident.

It was a jailbreak.

- Something tells me there's a lot more

Odell is lying about.

They're asking questions.

- Why don't you let me worry about that?

Mmm.

Oh, yeah.

Ezekiel Malak.

- Dr. Ezekiel Malak. Doctor.

- For the senseless murders of 24 innocent people,

the great state of Illinois has sentenced you

to die by lethal injection.

What are your final words?

- I'll tell you what Oscar Wilde's final words were.

He was on his deathbed.

He looked at the wallpaper and said,

either you go, or I go.

Great men are always misunderstood.

Time of death: 0130.

May God have mercy on your soul.

Let's begin.

My name is Dr. Dulles.

I have some questions for you.

- What is this? Where am I?

- If Susie's mother has no children,

who's Susie?

What the hell does that mean?

- Why does frost form in the winter,

and dew in the spring?

What are you talking about?

Where am I?

Answer me.

Where am I?

What the hell's going on?

Where am I?

Where am I?

- Yeah, yeah. No, I just got it.

OK.

Hey, listen, I'm gonna have to call you back.

A cupcake, really?

- Well, it was either that or the lemon meringue pie

from the cafeteria, which I know you hate.

Look, Oliver, I appreciate the gesture,

but I can't have you leaving cupcakes on my desk.

- Well, first of all, it's cupcake, singular.

And it's not like I bought you flowers.

Bex, it's your birthday.

I thought some small acknowledgment

fell within the bounds of professional courtesy.

Professional courtesy?

Yeah? - Yeah.

OK.

Well, on that note, then, how many times

have you left cupcakes on that guy's desk?

Oh, well, that guy's new, so...

Really?

All right, fine.

I hear you.

Strictly professional.

Thank you.

Hey, wait.

Look, this whole thing, you and me--

I recognize the situation I put you in here,

and I didn't mean to--

what? - Hey, guys, check this out.

- We got a location on Dr. Malak.

Looks like Morales got a hit.

- Morales, what do we have? - An ISP hit.

Someone searched the "Chicago Tribune" website

for articles on Malak's execution.

- He searched himself? - He searched himself 10 times.

The IP address is a library in Chicago.

- He went home. - We're in the wrong state.

Let's move. - Copy that.

Here you go.

How much do you guys know about Malak?

- Well, I know he likes to talk a lot.

Apparently he was some kind of doctor

before he was in the Pit.

- He was a hospital psychiatrist

until it was discovered that he was

killing patients in the ICU.

"Dr. Darkness."

- Malak would inject his victims

with a lethal dose of digoxin,

a drug that causes cardiac arrest.

He officially has 24 vics to his name,

but it's probably a lot more.

- All of his victims were laid up in a hospital bed.

This guy's a coward.

- Well, actually, he's a highly intelligent

malignant narcissist with a complicated God complex, but--

- Sure, if you want to put a label on it.

- Malak was motivated by power and control,

so in a very real sense, he decided which patients lived

and which died.

- That is one hell of an ego trip.

Now he's back in the city where he's from,

so he knows the lay of the land way better than we do.

How long before he kills again? - Best guess?

He's already hunting.

- Ask you to restore his bodily health,

return him to his family through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

- Doctor, I didn't see you come in.

I'm sorry, Father.

I need to check on our patient here.

- How's the book? - Unreadable.

Malak's sociopathy is all over every page.

It's hard to believe he was able

to avoid suspicion as long as he did.

- Well, a person's true nature can be easy to miss.

Hey, I saw you in Odell's office this morning.

Happy birthday.

- Don't remind me. - You don't like your birthday?

- Does anyone like their birthday?

I love it.

We went to Fuddruckers this year.

It was great.

- I didn't tell Odell what you shared with me,

if that's what you're wondering.

I wasn't.

Hey, if anybody asks this time,

we're from Homeland Security.

- Do you just carry these around in your pocket

wherever you go?

Yeah, I like to be prepared.

- Oh. - Yes!

Hey, guys. Morales has something.

- All right, I am sending you the feed now.

When was this?

- An hour ago, Zion Memorial Hospital downtown.

- Do we have an ID on who he's with?

- Father Rupert O'Brien, the hospital's chaplain.

He abducted a chaplain?

- You're still 30 minutes out from O'Hare.

- That's too much time; I mean, it's not like

he kidnapped him so he could make a confession.

- There's an airstrip nearby the CIA uses.

I'll set it up.

- What do we know about O'Brien?

Did he ever cross with Malak? - Not that we know of,

but we're sending black-and-whites

to the chaplain's house just in case

that's where they're headed. - Copy that.

- All right. Thanks, Jen.

Do you intend to kill me?

- I wonder, Father, how many people

you've watched die, how many times you've been

present for their last breath.

It must be in the thousands.

- I have devoted my life to helping the sick

find salvation in this life and the next.

- You believe their deaths marked

a transition to a better place,

a reprieve from suffering.

Only by shedding their earthly vessels

can they enter the Kingdom of God.

I used to believe much the same,

but I had such a narrow understanding

of life and death.

And one day...

Mine eyes were opened.

Mary, Mother of Christ--

Excuse me, Homeland Security.

Who's the officer in charge?

Hey, talk to you for a sec?

Guys, go ahead.

I need a list of every person who's

been inside that apartment.

- What kind of animal would do that?

Well, this doesn't look like what Malak did before.

No, this is different.

When Malak worked at the hospital,

he had to hide his kills, watch from the sidelines.

Here, he took his time.

He savored this.

- So what exactly does that mean?

Means he's evolving.

- Hey, Mom! Happy birthday.

I love you. I just wanted to send you...

- Hey. - A little bit of birth--

Hey, what's up?

Come here.

Thought you should know Odell got another call

from that mysterious burner last night.

- The same person who told him about the blast?