Roy Barber

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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.

How many inmates got out?

The exact number is unclear,

but you're here, Agent Henderson,

to help us catch 'em. - How is Sam?

- Adopting her was the best thing I ever did.

- Dr. Dulles. - Hi, Dad.

- Right after Odell received his mysterious phone call

warning him about the blast,

he drove to this storage facility.

- What the hell are we looking at?

- The one in blue are the satellite coordinates

for the Pit.

[Cypress Hill's "Insane in the Brain"]

- * Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam *

* Don't make me wreck, hectic *

* Next get the chair got me going like General Electric *

* And the lights are blinking, I'm thinking *

* It's all over when I go out drinking *

* Oh, making my mind slow *

- Make it quick. - Thanks for stopping.

* Bro, I got to maintain *

* 'Cause a like me is going insane *

* Insane in the membrane *

* Insane in the brain *

* Insane in the membrane *

* *

* *

* Insane in the brain *

* Insane in the membrane *

* *

[Cypress Hill's "Insane in the Brain"]

* Insane in the brain *

* Do my undercover *

* Now it's time for the blubber *

* Blabber, to watch that belly get fatter *

* Fat boy on a diet, don't try it *

* I'll jack your ass like a looter in a riot *

* My fat, like a sumo *

* Slamming that ass *

* Leaving your face in the grass *

* You know I don't take a do low lightly *

* Punks just jealous 'cause they can't outwrite me *

* Or kick that style, wicked, wild *

* Happy face never seen me smile *

* Rip that mainframe, I'll explain *

- * A like me is going insane *

* *

Come on.

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- - You're gonna die tonight.

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Mom, what's going on?

- Hey, honey. - Hey, why can't you video?

- Uh, 'cause I gotta work. - So?

I still want to see your face. Why are you being so sketch?

Did you get bangs? -

- Do they look awful? - I did not get bangs.

It's just been a week, OK?

Things at the casino have just been crazy.

Can I call you back, actually? - Whatever.

Later, Bex.

- Hey, what's up? - Hey, I got an update.

I sent a friend of mine the coordinates

that we found in Odell's storage unit.

What kind of friend?

- The kind that works in counterintelligence.

Let's see what we find in the satellite images

he comes back with, but until then...

I need you to play nice with Odell.

Just pretend everything is normal.

- You mean pretend that he hasn't been secretly

in contact with my daughter behind my back?

- They're just birthday cards. -

From my daughter to the man who may

or may not have blown up the Pit.

- I understand, but if you confront Odell right now,

he'll know that we're onto him,

and he'll start covering his tracks.

- If it was your daughter, would you wait?

- No, but you're going to have to,

'cause we just got a hit.

Hey, we got a live one.

Morales, put it up.

- Morning. - Good morning.

- Facial recognition flagged an escapee in the background

of an Instagram post.

Roy Barber, outside of Eugene, Oregon.

The Couples Killer.

We might have studied him at Quantico.

- Might be the first time a selfie's done

some good in the world.

- Roy Barber, born to Lou and Lois Barber.

He was raised on an isolated pecan farm

near the Florida-Georgia line until, at 14,

his father killed his mother in a murder-suicide.

After bouncing around various juvenile detention centers,

Barber moved to Orlando in 1988,

where he started making a living as a caricature artist

outside of amusement parks. - Ew.

- Starting in '93, Barber terrorized

the roads of Florida and Georgia for nearly a decade,

hiding out at rest stops waiting for his ideal prey,

romantic partners.

He murdered 16 people,

one couple every 10 to 14 months,

leaving no trace of his victims except

for their blood-drenched vehicles.

Finally, in 2001, a hunting dog caught a scent

in the marshlands near Orlando.

Local authorities were able to recover the skeletal remains

of Harry Caldwell.

He and his wife Bridget had disappeared six months earlier.

It was this discovery that cracked the case

and ultimately led to Roy's arrest.

- But it wound up being a massive PR disaster

for the local cops. - Why?

- Because Barber had graduated from being a caricature artist

to a police sketch artist.

He was working with all the cops who just happened

to be investigating his case.

- He was working with the cops? That is cocky as hell.

- It's also a great education on how to escape detection.

- Get yourselves to Oregon. - Yes, sir.

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- Growing up, it was, uh, just me and my mom

and my dad on our farm.

My mom and I, we would work the farm,

you know, do the chores. Long hours.

You know, it wasn't too bad.

My dad, he was a drinker, you know?

Not a pleasant man, a violent man.

And one year, well, he lost his way.

Human beings are solitary creatures, you know?

We're meant to live alone, die alone,

not suffer the company of others.

You'd be surprised

the things people say when they know the end is near.

It can be enlightening to test a relationship to its limits.

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Mom.

- How about you just give us the bullet points, huh?

Yeah, why not?

Uh, the profiler who wrote the case study

on Barber diagnosed him as a textbook schizoid

with full-blown sociopathy.

- And for those of us without psychology degrees?

- Schizoid personality disorder refers to someone

with little to no interest or ability

to form relationships with others.

So it is of no surprise here that our friend Barber

lived alone, had no close friends or family,

and his sole interest was his art.

- And killing. Can't forget the killing.

- So the guy doesn't like to socialize.

Trust me, I get it.

But wouldn't it be easier to just be a hermit?

Why bother murdering couples?

- Because after being raised by some, you know,

less-than-stellar parents, he became absolutely

fascinated with love.

- He wasn't on my cell block, but the other guards

had a nickname for him.

They called him the Happy Camper.

- I mean, according to his file,

he was the ideal prisoner.

He was well-behaved, cooperative.

So if isolation is his thing,

the Pit is basically the Ritz-Carlton.

The question is, now that he's out,

where does he go?

[Frank and Nancy Sinatra's "Somethin' Stupid"]

* I know I stand in line *

* Until you think you have the time *

* To spend an evening with me *

* *

* And if we go someplace to dance *

* I know that there's a chance *

* You won't be leaving with me *

* *

* Then afterwards, we drop into *

* A quiet little place *

* And have a drink or two *

* *

* And then I go *