Denise Glenn

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- Previously on "The Hunting Party"...

- Dr. Dulles, you have a visitor.

Hi, Dad.

- Who was that speaking with Dr. Dulles just now?

That was his son.

I'm Dr. Dulles' daughter.

He doesn't have a son.

- This is the third time I've caught you watching me.

- Care to tell me why you've been

pretending to be my brother?

- Depends how much time you got.

- Oliver's not lying about this.

There's something going on in Silo 12

that we are not supposed to see,

and it has to do with the blast.

- Which is why we have to see for ourselves.

- Yeah, great. All three of us.

This wasn't a breach.

It was a massacre.

I know this drug.

It's the same one they gave Richard Harris.

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- * I can feel it coming in the air tonight *

* Oh, Lord *

* I've been waiting for this moment *

* For all my life *

* Oh, Lord *

- We believe that art is an act of creation.

But when a sculptor approaches a raw block of marble,

is she creating?

No, she's attacking it.

Disfiguring it.

Obliterating.

Art is destruction, not construction.

Art is death.

The tragic playwrights of ancient Greece,

they understood this.

Destroy an object's purity.

Bend it to your will.

Take that raw material, and you shape it into a statement.

It must shock.

No one can resist a catastrophe.

It pulls at the imagination,

stirs raw emotion.

An artist has to call forth something so awful

that it will forever be seared into the viewer's psyche,

something for which the artist will be remembered.

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Uh--

- Professor Glenn, come with us.

I am not finished.

- Denise Glenn, you are under arrest

for the murder of six people.

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You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

- * I can feel it coming in the air tonight *

* Oh, Lord *

- Denise! - Professor Glenn! Professor!

Do you have anything to say?

Denise!

* Oh, Lord *

* Can you feel it coming in the air tonight? *

* Oh, Lord *

* Oh, Lord *

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* Oh, Lord, oh, Lord *

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* Oh, Lord *

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* Oh, Lord *

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- Your folks look like good people.

Sort of.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I had a great childhood.

But, you know, my parents kept secrets from me

my whole life.

- My dad and I were never close for many reasons.

I always knew he was hiding things from my mom and I.

His work, which he never talked about,

always came first.

- Speaking of your dad's work, um,

right before my mom died,

she admitted to me that I wasn't her biological child.

I was adopted.

She explained to me that they'd been having trouble conceiving

and that a doctor had approached them

about a research study involving adopted children.

But there was one condition-- that I would meet

with Dr. Dulles, your father, every week

for pretty much my whole childhood.

He said he was my therapist,

but I--

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Your father is the only one

who can tell me who my biological parents really are.

- Well, what does he say when you ask him?

Different things every time.

Sometimes he remembers a woman, you know,

but not her name or what she looks like.

And other times, he just rambles about old experiments.

- Right, yeah, because his mind is completely gone.

- Sarah, it's not. He--he recognizes me.

It's in moments, but he does.

And I--and I think if I can get him to see me,

like, really see me, he--he will remember.

I know this is the last thing you need right now.

I do, and I'm sorry.

But I just want to know who I am.

Please.

I'll think about it.

- I told you everything I know about Silo 12.

- How do we even know you're telling the truth?

You don't, but I am.

Look, I swear to you, I don't know

any of the names of the people who met in that boardroom, OK?

All I know is that that is where our scientists

would present their research. - To who?

- OK? Defense contractors, Big Pharma, CEOs and bigwigs.

- OK, so any of these bigwigs could have been

responsible for the blast. - Yes.

- What company was there the morning of the blast?

I told you I don't know!

- No, but you knew that Silo 12 had been breached

minutes before the Pit exploded.

How? - My contact told me.

Your contact?

Did your contact also instruct you

to pull terabytes of classified Pit data

from the mainframe?

Or was that your own bright idea?

- We have CCTV footage of your office

minutes before the blast.

In the event of a breach, it's the warden's duty

to secure data.

That was just protocol.

- Protocol. - Yeah, I was doing my job.

Good job.

- Have you been using that footage

to poison Bex against me this whole time?

- Are you guys done, or do I need to get

a tape measure to settle this?

Come on, back off.

Enough. We're after the same thing.

Yeah, what's that?

- The truth, for crying out loud.

Just got another hit.

All right.

I'll get my people to analyze this IV bag,

and we'll know who made it within 48 hours.

- Great. Till then, please stay on track.

We're up.

Victim was just found on a park bench in St. Louis.

Throat slit, then posed.

- That's the MO of Muse Murderer Denise Glenn.

She came to the Pit in 2015.

Looks like she's back at it.

- Well, I wish it were that simple.

- Right, we know exactly where she is.

How?

- We pulled her out of the rubble

a couple hours after the blast.

- Morales, pull up the status report for inmate number E27.

OK, but if it's not Denise,

who's out there doing her kills?

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- Denise Glenn was pulled from the rubble

six hours after the blast.

- OK, is it possible this is a random copycat?

- Well, the killings did make a splash in the media.

They were studied, written about, speculated on.

- So could it be, like, a superfan?

- To have a copycat emerge weeks after

a mass exodus from the Pit?

It's too coincidental.

- Well, assuming it is just some other escaped Pit inmate,

why would they take on Denise's MO

instead of returning to their own?

- What were her Pit treatments like?

- Uh, one-on-one talk therapy with the Pit psychologist.

- OK, can we talk to the psychologist?

No, he died in the blast.

But we do have video of the sessions

and of something else.

Denise was allowed to sculpt,

just her alone, closely monitored in a therapy room.

- What'd she make? - Clay figurines.

- Morales, can you review those tapes

and find anything, no matter how small,

that might shed some light? - On it.

- And, Shane, you said all the prisoners were siloed.

But were there any instances where they

conversed with each other?

There were rumors,

like tapping on walls, passing of notes,

but I never saw anything, and they were