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.

- Shane deserved to know the truth.

- What are you going to tell him?

Hey, we found your serial killer mom,

and she happens to be our boss?

- I don't know, but I'll find the right words.

You were impressive.

Thank you, sir.

- And my name's John, by the way.

Jonathan Mitchell Peck.

I read your file.

- I've been thinking a lot about that,

and I should never have kept that from you or the team.

I am done looking for her.

- You don't want to find your mom?

Welcome.

My name is Noah Cyrus.

Ooh, wait.

Can you make one of those heart design things?

I want to post it.

Maybe a star.

No, wait, a flower, like an orchid.

- They don't really teach us how to do that.

I can make a swirl.

That's just so basic.

Just try a flower.

It's already half swirl.

- I mean, if you have to make a fresh one, it's totally fine.

I will pay for it.

Do you mind?

There are other people in line.

Oh, shoot.

Oh, my gosh, I forgot that I have Hot Yoga in 15.

Don't worry though.

When I post this, I'm going to totally

make your cafe go viral.

- Sorry for that. What can I get you?

Hi. Drip coffee, please.

TotesTina here.

And it is time to reveal the newest addition

to Tina's Less to Impress list.

First off, I need you guys to go--

no, not go, run--

to the cutest new coffee bar I just found,

Bernice's Coffee.

No, seriously, people, it's the best oat milk latte

I've had all year.

Whoever's feeling blessed, say "blessed."

Also, this new raspberry lip gloss, ugh,

it makes my lips just feel so--

- Hey, did Peck tell you what this was all about?

- Uh, no, but when I get a call to come to the Command Center,

it's usually not for breakfast.

- Right, but when it's an inmate,

I always get a heads up.

You didn't?

As Agent Hasani will explain,

we have a problem.

Last night, the convoy

transporting Noah Cyrus was attacked.

Everyone, including Cyrus, was killed.

Do we know who did it?

Why would somebody do this?

Could have been one of Cyrus' followers

that we didn't know about?

- This is way too complicated for someone of the 13th Hour.

- Who else knows about the convoys?

Just my people at CIA.

- Well, clearly, you're mistaken.

Someone outside of this command

knew exactly when and where to ambush

a covert prisoner transport.

So either a member of your team is talking

or one of you is.

Colonel--

- As it stands, the Pentagon has insisted

upon a certain balance of powers

in the recovery efforts.

So that means, Agent Hasani,

prisoner transport and relocation remains

under your purview, for now.

I don't think I need to impress upon you all

the seriousness of this operational failure.

Sorry to interrupt, Colonel.

We just got a hit on another inmate.

No more mistakes.

I expect perfection.

Dismissed.

Inmate H89, Lou Kaplan.

A.K.A., the Selfie Slayer.

Not to brag, but low-key,

I created a program to alert me if any inmates,

logged on to their dormant social media platforms.

Wow, that's very clever.

Thank you.

It uses malware software I designed to bypass VPNs.

It looks like Lou just logged on to his old

SnapMax account for the first time since 2019

in Midtown Manhattan.

I guess even Pit inmates can't stay off social media.

- SnapMax, that's the one that's, like,

if Instagram and TikTok had a baby, right?

Well, I don't know.

We have a strict no social media policy at my house.

That's fun.

- It says here that Lou was a gifted coder

and one of the original software designers for SnapMax.

He had some pretty lofty ideals about social media

fostering community and empathy.

I'm sensing a turn coming.

- Well, he wanted his technology

to bring people together.

Instead, according to him, the app, quote,

"Became a breeding ground for vanity, vitriol,

and self-isolating behavior."

- So I'm guessing the nickname the Selfie Slayer

is not a metaphor.

His M.O. is interesting.

Despite the fact that he carefully selected

and then stalked these victims for days,

the kills themselves were semi-improvised

and always public.

This one, he threw into oncoming traffic

as she was livestreaming.

And then another, he beat to death

in Prospect Park using his own tripod.

- He claimed that his six murders were a message,

a way to wake the world up to the dangers

of social media.

- The Post wrote a whole exposé on him,

turning him into a social media sensation himself,

an ironic poster child for disruption.

They even had merch with his face on it

outside the courthouse during his trial.

- Gross. - Gross.

- Gross. - Yeah.

- If he's already logged back into SnapMax again,

he's probably stalking victims.

Let's head out.

OK, time to shine.

Just remember, be bright.

Be bold.

Be Becky.

Ahh.

Hello, fellow bakers.

It's your friend, Baking with Becky.

And today, I've got a big treat for you all.

We're making banana nut muffins.

Now,

I know these look a bit ripe.

Don't you worry.

That's the secret to yum.

But before we start, I want to make sure

you hit that Subscribe button to stay in the loop

for all my best new recipes.

All right, it's baking time.

Now, you're gonna want to start

with two cups of all-purpose flour.

- Next, we're gonna crack two eggs.

Damn it.

Take seven.

- You guys get the feeling Lazarus knows more

about this convoy hit than she's letting on?

- I mean, her pointing fingers at us is definitely theater.

She knows something.

So do I.

Cyrus's convoy deviated from its planned route last night.

- Maybe they saw the attack coming?

- Well, there was no report of contact before the firefight.

- OK, so now we have two mysteries--

who attacked the convoy

and how it got deviated in the first place.

What comes next?

The eggs?

- Then why are you looking at me?

Crack the eggs.

Bravo.

OK, now say it.

Ah!

Becky,

say it.

OK.

Hi, everyone.

This is gonna be my final post.

- I want to try to put this in terms

that someone as simple as you can understand.

I had the biggest tech companies in the entire world

engaged in heated bidding wars

to bring me to their teams, right?

Instead, I chose SnapMax,

a no-name startup,

because I believed in their mission.

Also, Linda Cranston personally came to my home

and practically begged me on her hands and knees

to work for her.

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