Adrian Gallo

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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?

- You're here, Agent Henderson,

to help us catch them.

I want my team back.

You're gonna reinstate us today.

- The day Odell died, Shane asked me to do voice rec.

It matched a personnel file for a Colonel Evelyn Lazarus.

- Effective immediately, Attorney General Mallory

has been relieved of her command regarding

the inmate recovery effort.

I am in charge now.

Hello?

Hello?

Is--is someone there?

What's wrong?

What's going on?

Why the hell can't I move?

Because it's cured.

Now, I know you must be thirsty,

but it's important to stay dehydrated,

otherwise the resin has a hard time bonding long term.

- What are you talking about? J-Just let me go.

No one--no--no one has to know.

Well, that would be a waste.

No, please! No!

- Colonel Lazarus has quite the storied career,

long list of high stakes appointments

with command positions at every level.

Still working on a deep dive to make sure

everything checks out.

But this whole thing is a little concerning.

- Well, I would say the attorney general

getting kicked out by the military is more than

a little concerning.

I don't trust her.

Recapturing the inmates for the AG is one thing,

but it feels like she's got her own agenda.

- Maybe, but I can confirm that Ron Simms was transferred

to the same black site facility

that the other recaptured inmates went to.

I'm still running point in that operation,

so there's no change on the back end.

- You said Odell found a way to work with her.

Maybe we can too.

- She wanted this post for a reason.

We need to figure out why.

That starts by finding out who it is that we're working for.

- It says here she came up through West Point.

I served a joint mission with an army CO

who graduated around the same time.

I could call him, ask if he knows anything.

Do it quietly.

The last thing we need is Lazarus knowing

we're looking into her.

What about this new guy?

He hasn't left his office all morning.

Is he playing Solitaire?

Jonathan Peck.

He seems nice enough.

Eh, Lazarus's lackey?

Now, we don't know that.

- We actually don't know anything.

So we should start by getting some answers.

Hey, sorry.

We got a hit.

We intercepted a daily bulletin from a private security company

in Los Alamos, New Mexico.

A resident reported a suspicious stranger

lurking outside a home in his neighborhood.

Los Alamos?

- Yes, the reported address once belonged

to one of the victims of Pit inmate H23.

Adrian Gallo.

Sorry, who filed that report?

- The bulletin doesn't name the resident.

Are we sure that's him?

Can we, like, magnify or enhance the image

or whatever tech thing you guys do?

- This is the best that I can do with the technology that--

Hang on.

Thank you, Morales.

How did you do that?

Definitely not AI.

Let's pull up his Pit file.

- It's kind of hard to see if it's--

No, it's him. It's Adrian.

- Of course you know who this guy is.

It's hard to forget him.

He killed six people by encasing them in resin.

Whoa.

This is so disturbing,

and yet I cannot look away.

All their eyes are open.

I guess he was going for a still living kind of vibe.

- Is there a pattern for victim selection?

- As far as I can remember, victim selection was random,

with the exception being the fourth kill.

The lead detective on the case.

- Detective Jack Waylon of the Los Alamos PD.

A 30-year veteran. - Damn.

- Jack Waylon's partner was the one

that eventually brought him down.

She got justice for the victims and for her partner.

Her name is Erica Burke.

Now it's time for the courts

to get justice for the victims,

including my partner, Detective Jack Waylon.

And the lawyers might kill me for saying this,

but I hope that son of a bitch rots in prison

for the rest of his short, pathetic life.

He deserves the darkest corner of hell for what he's done.

I'm just gonna say it.

I like her vibe.

- All right, let's get to New Mexico

before this guy does any more arts and crafts.

Ooh.

Agent Henderson.

Uh, what do we have?

Uh, we have a hit

on Adrian Gallo in New Mexico.

I see.

What's the exposure?

- One witness that we know of as yet unidentified.

Does he have any victims yet?

He will if we keep talking.

So...

- I hope that sick son of a bitch

rots in prison for the rest of his short--

rots in prison for the rest of his short, pathetic life.

PHP Home Security.

Yes. Hello.

I have an emergency.

- What can we do for you, Mr. Wilkins?

- The vagrant is back, and I can say for certain

that he is drugging.

Is he there right now?

For sure?

Because when we came the other day--

No, no. He's gone.

But he's--he's going to be back.

This is the second time he's been here.

We'll send someone by.

I'm not gonna hold my breath.

Why do we even have neighborhood security

if they don't wanna show up?

Hello?

No.

It can't be.

What do you want from me?

I need to know what you saw,

Mr. Wilkins.

You're going to tell me everything.

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- Here's what I love most about working with resin.

Once it cures, nothing can be changed.

It's one of the few things in life that's truly permanent.

So it's a delicate business knowing when the resin

is set enough to prop the eyelids open.

That window for getting all the little details right

starts closing the second you pour on the epoxy.

Now, the dead specimens look basically the same

as the live version, so all you have to do

is capture them and freeze them.

24 hours usually does it, although for the big boys,

you know, 48 to 72 is safer.

Then you can pose them.

And nobody fights back.

They die peaceful in the cold.

It's like going to sleep.