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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.
- Are you gonna ask me out or what?
No.
Maybe.
- Your father is the only one who can tell me
who my biological mother is.
Can I speak with him?
You know you can't.
It's my mother.
Hi, Shane.
We need to talk.
- Let's talk about serial killers.
Was the Bay Area Butcher born a killer,
or did his environment turn him into one?
Is a sociopath a result of nature or nurture?
Well, that is a question that has plagued scientists
and academics for centuries.
In fact, some behavioral psychiatrist at Quantico
is probably asking that very question right now.
Unfortunately, they're looking for an answer
they'll never find.
I propose, while environment clearly plays a part,
it is the anatomical structure of one's brain,
our nature,
that will determine which of us will become the next Butcher.
- Hey, man, you spare a few bucks?
Just trying to get a hot meal.
Tell you what,
I'll do you one better.
I'm looking for paid participants
for a research study.
If you're interested, I'll offer you a hot meal
and $20 on top.
What do you say?
Huh?
Cold night to be on the streets, huh?
Yeah. Uh...
I'm working on getting a place.
Saving up.
- I'm assuming your family can't help?
- No, man, I kind of got no one.
Mmm-mmm-mmm!
My wife makes these, and they're just--just delicious.
Here, please help yourself.
Unless you'd rather not take candy from a stranger.
- No, I love toffee. Thanks.
So you're some kind of teacher, huh?
Uh, yes, neuroscience.
I have an MD and PhD,
which means I practice,
and I do research.
Oh, wow.
I barely graduated daycare.
Oh.
Well, I'm sure you'll find your purpose in this world.
Um, yeah,
school was never really--
Never really--
Well, good news, Johnny.
Your life will not be in vain.
I mean, I don't want to sound condescending,
but let's be honest, you were going nowhere fast.
What happened?
Just relax.
Almost there.
No.
No, no, no, no!
- There's really only so much you can learn
from textbooks and teachers.
Real knowledge can only be gained through experience
and taking chances that most people just
don't have the stomach for.
One of those chances might just turn out to change the world.
And who knows, Johnny,
you might still prove to be more important
than you ever imagined.
- I'm sorry, I don't-- I don't know.
This is--is a lot to take in.
I understand.
When did you realize?
- The moment I saw you in the Command Center.
So I pulled your military DNA records
and ran them against mine.
When I was an inmate at the Pit,
Dr. Dulles used to let me watch some of your sessions with him.
Those moments meant
everything to me.
Then once I was out of the Pit--
Graduated?
- That's what Dulles liked to call it.
--and I finally had my freedom,
he still refused to tell me anything more about you
or where you lived.
And then...
20 years later,
here you are.
I'm--I'm not
really sure what I'm supposed to say.
- You don't have to say anything.
This can be whatever you want it to be.
Or don't.
But I would very much like to get to know you.
You have my eyes.
- Uh-uh, half-caf with cream and two sugars.
Someone's paying attention.
- Details matter. - Hm.
Oh, but did you--
Pour the decaf in first?
Yes.
Although I haven't figured out why you do that.
- And I plan on remaining a mystery.
Morales.
What do we got?
- Facial rec picked up this photo.
It was sent by a Harvard undergrad to his roommates.
- I assume we already accessed the phones remotely
and scrubbed the image?
- Done. - Don't tell Congress.
- And the students have no idea they just captured a real image
of Sidney Fairfax.
The Boston 9 case.
Guess he was more than a person of interest.
- Boston 9--why does that sound so familiar?
- It's an infamous unsolved case from 1990 to 1995.
Nine bodies were found buried in the remote woods
beside the Concord River,
each with a section of their brain removed.
- It's never just a good old shot to the chest anymore,
is it?
What?
You know what I meant.
- You know, these cuts look very professional.
I mean, almost surgical.
- That's what the cops thought, too,
which is why Sidney Fairfax,
an esteemed professor wound up on their radar,
along with other rumored suspects.
But before they could build a case,
he died in a one-car accident driving home from Harvard.
Big air quotes on that "one."
- Sounds to me like somebody figured out
Fairfax was the Boston 9 guy,
didn't want the public to know the truth,
so they disappeared him inside the Pit.
- Oh, you're right, this is the first time
the Pit has faked the death of an inmate
before they were caught for their crimes.
What do we have on his therapies?
- From what I'm seeing, he was never officially treated.
There are no therapies, no treatment logs, nothing.
- Whoever hid him in the Pit really wanted
to make sure he vanished.
- OK, Morales, can you and the team pull up
any public information-- biographies, interviews,
anything that he's done?
Anything we can use to get inside his head.
- We're on it. - Hey.
Sorry I'm late.
You OK?
Yeah, yeah,
just set my alarm to p.m., like an idiot.
Where are we headed?
Boston.
Hope you brought a jacket.
Hello, Professor.
Professor Alanson?
Hello?
Campus.
Hippo--hippopota--campus.
Campumus is the hippopamplemousse.
Professor?
A-Are you OK?
Help me.
Help!
Somebody, help!
All right,
volume in the prefrontal lobe,
the moderately reduced connections
between the amygdala and the prefrontal cortex.
Every serial killer I have studied
shares a number of these anatomical features.
Well, you may be wondering, if we can just
scan someone's brain and determine their predisposition
toward murderous violence, shouldn't we be able to stop
them before they start?
Unfortunately, not so simple,
because these unique structures
are not isolated to killers alone.
For example,
structurally, this patient's brain
is no different from your average serial killer.
Yet this scan belongs to...
my assistant, Mr. Clive Alanson.
So far, he hasn't killed anyone
that we know of.
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