The Hunting Party (2025) s01e04 Episode Script
Dr. Ezekiel Malak
1
[Sound effect]
Announcer: reads words on screen
.
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.
[explosion booms]
How many inmates got out?
The exact number is unclear.
But you're here, Agent Henderson,
to help us catch them.
They did things to the inmates.
- What things?
- Experiments.
The blast that collapsed
the Pit was no accident.
It was a jailbreak.
Something tells me there's a lot more
Odell is lying about.
They're asking questions.
Why don't you let me worry about that?
[Frank Sinatra's "That's Life"]
♪
[buzzer blares]
[indistinct chatter]
Mmm.
That's life ♪
[breathes deeply]
That's what all the people say ♪
You're riding high in April ♪
Shot down in May ♪
But I know I'm gonna
change that tune ♪
Oh, yeah.
When I'm back on top ♪
Back on top in June ♪
I said that's life ♪
That's life ♪
And as funny as it may seem ♪
[monitor beeping]
Some people get their kicks ♪
Stomping on a dream ♪
But I don't let it,
let it get me down ♪
'Cause this fine old world ♪
It keeps spinning around ♪
I've been a puppet, a pauper ♪
A pirate, a poet ♪
A pawn and a king ♪
I've been up and down ♪
And over and out ♪
And I know one thing ♪
Each time I find myself ♪
Flat on my face ♪
I pick myself up ♪
[dramatic music]
Ezekiel Malak.
Dr. Ezekiel Malak. Doctor.
For the senseless murders
of 24 innocent people,
the great state of Illinois
has sentenced you
to die by lethal injection.
What are your final words?
I'll tell you what
Oscar Wilde's final words were.
He was on his deathbed.
He looked at the wallpaper and said,
either you go, or I go.
♪
Great men are always misunderstood.
[monitor beeping steadily]
[clanking and hissing]
♪
[beeping quickens]
♪
[sustained beep]
♪
Time of death: 0130.
May God have mercy on your soul.
[curtain whirring]
[electricity whirs, zaps]
[gasps]
[rapid beeping]
[discordant music]
♪
[tense music]
♪
Let's begin.
My name is Dr. Dulles.
I have some questions for you.
What is this? Where am I?
If Susie's mother has no children,
who's Susie?
What the hell does that mean?
Why does frost form in the winter,
and dew in the spring?
What are you talking about?
Where am I?
♪
Answer me.
Where am I?
[frenetic music]
What the hell's going on?
♪
Where am I?
[shouting] Where am I?
[Waylon Jennings' "White Lightning"]
Well, in North Carolina
way back in the hills ♪
Lived my old pappy
and he had him a still ♪
He brewed white lightning
till the sun went down ♪
And then he'd fill him a jug ♪
And he'd pass it around ♪
♪
Yeah, the G-men,
T-men, revenuers too ♪
Searching for the place
where he made his brew ♪
They were looking,
trying to book him ♪
But my pappy kept on cooking ♪
[sputtering]
White lightning ♪
♪
[sighs]
Yeah, yeah. No, I just got it.
OK.
Hey, listen, I'm gonna have
to call you back.
[dramatic music]
A cupcake, really?
Well, it was either that
or the lemon meringue pie
from the cafeteria,
which I know you hate.
[sighs]
Look, Oliver, I appreciate the gesture,
but I can't have you
leaving cupcakes on my desk.
Well, first of all,
it's cupcake, singular.
And it's not like I bought you flowers.
Bex, it's your birthday.
I thought some small acknowledgment
fell within the bounds
of professional courtesy.
[scoffs]
Professional courtesy?
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
OK.
Well, on that note, then,
how many times
have you left cupcakes
on that guy's desk?
[grunts]
Oh, well, that guy's new, so
Really?
♪
All right, fine.
I hear you.
Strictly professional.
Thank you.
Hey, wait.
Look, this whole thing, you and me
I recognize the situation
I put you in here,
and I didn't mean to
- what?
- Hey, guys, check this out.
We got a location on Dr. Malak.
Looks like Morales got a hit.
♪
- Morales, what do we have?
- An ISP hit.
Someone searched
the "Chicago Tribune" website
for articles on Malak's execution.
- He searched himself?
- He searched himself 10 times.
The IP address is a library in Chicago.
- He went home.
- We're in the wrong state.
- Let's move.
- Copy that.
[dramatic music]
[plane engine roaring]
Here you go.
How much do you guys know about Malak?
Well, I know he likes to talk a lot.
Apparently he was some kind of doctor
before he was in the Pit.
He was a hospital psychiatrist
until it was discovered that he was
killing patients in the ICU.
"Dr. Darkness."
Malak would inject his victims
with a lethal dose of digoxin,
a drug that causes cardiac arrest.
He officially has 24 vics to his name,
but it's probably a lot more.
All of his victims were
laid up in a hospital bed.
This guy's a coward.
Well, actually,
he's a highly intelligent
malignant narcissist with a
complicated God complex, but
Sure, if you want to put a label on it.
Malak was motivated
by power and control,
so in a very real sense,
he decided which patients lived
and which died.
That is one hell of an ego trip.
Now he's back in the city
where he's from, so
he knows the lay of the land
way better than we do.
- How long before he kills again?
- Best guess?
He's already hunting.
♪
[siren wailing]
[softly] Ask you to
restore his bodily health,
return him to his family
through Christ our Lord.
Amen.
[monitor beeping]
Doctor, I didn't see you come in.
[ominous music]
I'm sorry, Father.
I need to check on our patient here.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
.
[plane engine roaring]
[dramatic music]
- How's the book?
- Unreadable. [sighs]
Malak's sociopathy
is all over every page.
It's hard to believe he was able
to avoid suspicion as long as he did.
Well, a person's true nature
can be easy to miss.
Hey, I saw you
in Odell's office this morning.
Happy birthday.
- Don't remind me.
- You don't like your birthday?
Does anyone like their birthday?
I love it.
We went to Fuddruckers this year.
It was great.
I didn't tell Odell
what you shared with me,
- if that's what you're wondering.
- I wasn't.
Hey, if anybody asks this time,
we're from Homeland Security.
Do you just carry these
around in your pocket
wherever you go?
Yeah, I like to be prepared.
- Oh.
- Yes!
Hey, guys. Morales has something.
All right, I am sending you
the feed now.
When was this?
An hour ago, Zion
Memorial Hospital downtown.
Do we have an ID on who he's with?
Father Rupert O'Brien,
the hospital's chaplain.
He abducted a chaplain?
You're still 30 minutes out
from O'Hare.
That's too much time;
I mean, it's not like
he kidnapped him
so he could make a confession.
There's an airstrip nearby
the CIA uses.
I'll set it up.
What do we know about O'Brien?
- Did he ever cross with Malak?
- Not that we know of,
but we're sending black-and-whites
to the chaplain's house just in case
- that's where they're headed.
- Copy that.
All right. Thanks, Jen.
[tense music]
[items clattering]
Do you intend to kill me?
I wonder, Father, how many people
you've watched die,
how many times you've been
present for their last breath.
It must be in the thousands.
I have devoted my life
to helping the sick
find salvation
in this life and the next.
You believe their deaths marked
a transition to a better place,
a reprieve from suffering.
Only by shedding their earthly vessels
can they enter the Kingdom of God.
[timer clatters]
♪
I used to believe much the same,
but I had such a narrow
understanding of
life and death.
And one day
[timer clatters]
[zipper rustles]
Mine eyes were opened.
[rapid beeping]
Mary, Mother of Christ
[continues indistinctly]
[electricity whirs]
[train rumbling]
♪
Excuse me, Homeland Security.
Who's the officer in charge?
Hey, talk to you for a sec?
Guys, go ahead.
I need a list of every person who's
been inside that apartment.
What kind of animal would do that?
[eerie music]
♪
[sighs]
[breathes heavily]
Well, this doesn't look
like what Malak did before.
No, this is different.
When Malak worked at the hospital,
he had to hide his kills,
watch from the sidelines.
♪
Here, he took his time.
He savored this.
So what exactly does that mean?
Means he's evolving.
[discordant music]
♪
Hey, Mom! Happy birthday.
I love you.
I just wanted to send you
- Hey.
- A little bit of birth
Hey, what's up?
Come here.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
Thought you should know
Odell got another call
from that mysterious burner last night.
The same person who told him
about the blast?
Well, the phone is still hot,
which means whoever made the call
doesn't suspect that we know about it.
That that's the good news.
The bad news?
The call came from somewhere
inside the AG's office.
You don't think Mallory
I don't know.
The call lasted 10 seconds,
and Odell left
the base in a hell of a hurry.
OK. Where'd he go?
That's the other bit of bad news.
His phone has
military-grade encryption,
which means I can't
hack it remotely or track it.
Why do I get the sense
you're about to ask me
to do something sketchy?
♪
Plug this into his phone for 5 seconds.
It'll scrape all the GPS data
and we'll know exactly
where he was last night.
How exactly do you
expect me to do that?
You'll find a way.
Want me to honeypot my ex-partner?
Honeypot?
What are you,
a Russian spy in a B movie?
No, that's not what I'm saying at all.
What I'm saying is, if there's
even a slight chance
that he had anything
to do with that blast,
we've got to figure out
what it is he's hiding.
Hey, agents.
♪
Y'all are gonna want to see this.
[sighs] Florence.
Yep.
I'm up.
All right.
Chaplain Rupert O'Brien,
male, 76 years of age.
Still awaiting full tox screen.
Preliminary cause of death
is sudden cardiac arrhythmia.
What about the burns on his chest?
Any idea what caused those?
Not yet, but whatever it was,
it's not what killed him.
You're saying he was tortured?
Correct. The burns are premortem.
Mr. O'Brien here was killed
by extreme digoxin toxicity.
He had enough in his system
to kill an elephant twice.
Poor bastard had even more
than the last guy.
Wait, what? Last guy?
That's why you're here, isn't it?
He's not the first.
♪
.
Two victims in a week of freedom.
Both pumped full of digoxin.
Now he's torturing them.
Well, it's not uncommon for serials
to eventually begin craving
more from the experience.
Like you said, he's evolving.
Right.
Except
[tense music]
Except what?
Well, before, Malak killed people
but they didn't suffer.
It wasn't about their experience.
It was about Malak being in control.
But now it just feels like
he's after something
completely different.
He's still killing them the same way,
but now he's making
a bigger production out of it.
Right, well, how did we
not know about this guy
- till just now?
- Welcome to Chicago.
Our team is monitoring
everything possible,
but we can't work
from information we don't have
because of backlogs.
Tell that to the chaplain.
[elevator bell dings]
♪
[keys jangling]
♪
[item thuds]
♪
Sorry, I
your apple was trying to escape.
- Might want to wash this.
- Noted.
Need a hand? Noticed
Yeah, stupid key never works.
Yeah, I noticed you struggling here.
Do you mind?
[keys jangling]
Yeah, this thing's kind of tricky.
There you go.
Voilà.
[chuckles]
[door clicks shut]
Didn't even say thank you.
Only one of the victims
was taken from a hospital,
but neither fit his previous MO.
Yeah, but what's the pattern?
How are they connected?
Besides them living alone in Chicago.
That's it.
Each of the victims lived alone.
Malak knew he would have time with them
to kill them the way he wanted.
Like you said, he wanted more
from the experience.
Yeah, but he would have had
to cross paths with them
at least once to know
that they lived alone.
What about at the library,
where we first saw Malak?
Both victims lived
less than 10 blocks away.
He could be trolling for vics there.
We never pulled CCTV
from previous days, did we?
'Cause we just assumed
that was the first time
Malak had been at that library.
[phone ringing]
What if it wasn't?
- [phone beeps]
- Nice work, Shane.
Why don't you guys pull
footage from the library
going back a couple days?
I have to take this call.
I'll be right back.
[lock whirs]
- Hey.
- Oliver.
Just checking in. How's it going?
We posted up at a hotel downtown.
Malak came home
'cause he's comfortable here,
and he's not gonna leave the city.
We just need some way
to get ahead of him.
Yeah, no, I heard
about the first victim.
There was no way for us to know.
Chicago PD still hasn't
filed an official report.
Yeah, I get that we can't work
with information we don't have,
but I can't protect people from
killers I don't know about.
Listen, the reality is,
until we have excavated
this entire prison,
we won't know who's made it out
and who's still buried down there.
But I promise you, we are
using every tool available
to the NSA and CIA
to search for every inmate
not yet accounted for, OK?
And I know you.
You're already doing
everything you can.
And hey, listen,
I just want to say again,
I'm sorry about before.
I mean, you made yourself pretty
pretty clear.
It's just, we used to mean
a lot to each other and
Oliver, look, it was years ago, OK?
We were partners.
Things happened.
We've moved on, though,
so let's just move on.
[sighs]
Understood.
Well, keep us updated on your progress.
We're standing by.
[somber music]
♪
[sighs]
♪
We got him. Three days ago.
What's he doing?
There are plenty
of open public computers.
Why use that one
and risk getting caught?
Maybe he's looking
for something that can't
be found on the public server.
♪
Morales, does that library
have his book?
Checking. One copy, yeah.
Do you think he's looking up people
that checked out his book?
Ugh. This dude's the worst.
I don't get it. Why target them?
Oh, 'cause he thinks he's a savior.
And who needs a savior
more than someone
checking out a book about grief?
Ugh.
Yeah, he's the worst.
Bex, you were right.
Both our victims
checked out Malak's book.
Nice work.
Let's get a list of everyone
who's borrowed that book.
All right, we'll take
the South Side addresses.
Morales, send some black-and-whites
to do a wellness check on the others.
You got it. Sending them now.
[tense music]
[muffled thumping, shouting]
Ms. Fulmer, this is Chicago Police!
[door bangs open]
♪
Ms. Fulmer?
[indistinct police radio chatter]
Clear.
- They're gone.
- Call an ambulance now!
We were able to counteract
the digoxin in her system
and get her stabilized,
but she's in an incredibly
fragile state.
Has she said anything?
Nothing that makes any sense.
But to be honest, it's
a miracle she's even alive.
She looks like she's seen a ghost.
We're gonna need to talk to her.
Look, I appreciate
you all have a job to do,
but that woman has been through hell,
and right now, she is my patient.
She's in no state to talk to anyone.
I don't mean to be insensitive,
but the U.S. government is gonna insist
that we get in there.
Not us. Just me.
Let me talk to her alone.
[dramatic music]
OK.
♪
Thank you.
[monitor beeping]
♪
Ms. Fulmer?
♪
I'm Special Agent Rebecca Henderson
and I am gonna catch
the man who hurt you, OK?
But I'd like to ask you
a couple questions.
Is that all right?
♪
Can you tell me what happened?
♪
Again
and again. He did it again and again.
- What did he do, Ms. Fulmer?
- What did he do again?
He wanted to know what I saw each time.
[breathes shakily]
Each time what?
Each time he killed me.
[tense music]
[rapid beeping]
[sobbing]
Help me.
I don't want to die!
I don't want to die!
I don't want to die again!
[sobs]
.
[somber music]
He's reviving them.
What? What are you talking about?
The burn marks on her chest
and O'Brien's,
they're from a defibrillator.
Malak stops their heart using digoxin
just to give them
this near-death experience
and then revives them with the paddles,
just to do it over and over again.
Why the hell would he do that?
Because the Pit did it to him.
[tense music]
I need to see Adelaide's apartment.
♪
OK, listen to this.
"Once his initial confusion subsided,
"Prisoner D37 displayed a calm,
"almost euphoric quality
to his state of mind.
"He believed he had experienced
a moment of divine clarity
"when his heart stopped,
followed by a miracle of resurrection."
Well, if he didn't have a God complex
before going to the Pit,
he sure as hell has one now.
This is from his
intake form from the Pit,
written by a Dr. Dulles.
Does that name mean anything to you?
Not really.
I mean, I'm pretty sure
he was gone before my time.
Like, retired or deceased?
Because if we can track down Dulles
I'm pretty sure he's he's dead.
At least that's what I've heard.
OK, well, Malak knows
that we're onto him
and he's smart enough to break
pattern for his next kill,
so we need a new approach.
[phone buzzes and beeps]
The locals are standing down
at the crime scene.
It's clear, so we can
go in and take a look.
Well, they haven't finished
processing the apartment.
But the first officers on-site said
they saw her here, semiconscious,
and the back door was open.
So Malak hears the police
as he's trying to inject
a lethal dose of digoxin,
makes a run for it,
escapes out the back.
Any surveillance?
No, no cameras at all in this area,
no luck with the witnesses.
Malak likes control.
He'll bring his victims
back to their home
so he can take his time.
But this one, it goes wrong.
He gets interrupted.
He runs away.
What's he thinking now?
Hospital said Malak stole
a box of digoxin, right?
So I know exactly what he's thinking.
He needs more.
If he's gonna keep killing,
he needs to re-up.
And the only place to get
digoxin is at a hospital.
Problem is, there's
over a hundred in Chicago.
So how do we narrow it down?
Well, he's desperate,
so he's probably gonna go
for the first one he sees.
Closest hospital is West General,
about five blocks away.
- Let's go.
- Copy that.
♪
[siren wailing, tires squealing]
♪
DHS. Where's your security office?
- Upstairs.
- Lead the way.
- Stay on comms.
- Copy.
I'm with security now.
We're gonna start checking cameras.
I'll let you once we get a hit.
Check the ICU.
Code silver. Repeat, code silver.
Repeat, code silver.
Homeland Security. What happened?
He was stabbed.
Someone attacked him
in the medication room.
He's here. Cardiac unit.
- He's got the digoxin.
- Copy.
Shane, swing around
and we'll sweep each floor.
In pursuit. Southwest stairwell.
Bex, wait for me.
Sending security to cover
the ground floor exits.
Bex, I'm coming down.
I think he went out the back.
♪
[siren wails]
♪
Bex. Bex, where are you?
Bex, I need a location.
[siren wailing]
♪
[metallic clang]
♪
[glass shattering]
[items clattering]
♪
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[glass crunching]
♪
- [grunts]
- [gasps]
♪
[discordant music]
♪
[muffled gasping, panting]
There you are.
♪
I'm almost certain you already know
you're gonna die tonight,
but what you don't yet understand
is the gift you're about to receive.
[muffled screaming]
No, no, no!
♪
The one thing I ask of you is,
please do be honest about
what you see in the light.
[muffled screaming]
♪
[groaning, panting]
♪
[muffled groaning]
♪
[breathing slows]
[timer clicking]
[breathes deeply]
♪
.
- He's got Bex.
- How did this happen?
There's three of you.
We split up to cover
more ground at the hospital.
It never should have happened.
You're damn right
it shouldn't have happened!
Who do you think you're talking to?
You can blame me all you want,
but all that matters
- right now is finding Bex.
- OK, OK, guys, guys.
We all want the same thing, yeah?
Now, Malak was smart enough
to leave her phone,
and this is a very big city.
So even if we go
to every single address
ever associated with him,
we are just two people,
and we're not gonna be fast enough.
Send Bex's photo to the Chicago PD.
- Call them in on this.
- Hold on.
I agree with you, but the AG's
never gonna go for that.
I can handle the AG!
This is Bex.
We're gonna do whatever we have to.
[timer rings]
[tense music]
♪
[liquid squirting]
♪
[sighs]
[electricity whirs]
[alarm blaring]
- [zaps]
- [gasps]
[distorted speech]
[discordant music]
[panting]
♪
Welcome back.
[panting]
I'm an FBI agent.
There's a there's a team of people
out there looking for me.
I know who you are.
Quite frankly, this is
it's all very exciting.
[dramatic music]
Exciting.
[breathing shallowly]
But you're right.
We don't have much time.
Much time for what?
A breakthrough.
In the moments following medical death,
there's a burst of activity
in the memory recall center
of our brains.
More acutely in the emotional
memory recall, right
- [whimpers]
- Right here.
[panting]
♪
You want me to remember something?
Do I want you to remember something?
No, no, no, no.
No, it's not about what I want.
It's about what you need.
You see, in life, we put up walls.
We bury truths, even from ourselves.
But in death, our minds
can finally be honest.
In those last moments,
we're shown something.
We're shown
what's most important to us,
what we most need.
It's like a final gift
from the subconscious.
Your mind revealed
something to you, didn't it?
Yes.
Yes, it did. There it is.
So
[pen clicks]
Special Agent Henderson,
what did you see when you died?
[tense music]
♪
He knows this city
way better than we do.
Now he knows we're coming.
There's no way he takes Bex
back to any place
we can connect back to him.
Well, Bex said he's
he's evolving, right?
He wants to spend time with her.
So wherever he takes her,
it's got to be
somewhere private,
somewhere he can control.
I mean, all his previous
victims since escaping the Pit,
they've been taken back to their home.
Right, problem is,
Bex doesn't have one.
No, but she has a hotel room.
[phone clicks] [line rings]
Hey, Shane.
Hi, Morales.
Yeah, we need you to pull up everything
that you can on our hotel
yeah, security footage,
traffic cams, whatever you got.
We think Malak has taken Bex
back to her room.
You were right.
Malak was smart enough to avoid CCTV,
but Bex's room key
was swiped 15 minutes ago.
Step on it, guys.
[siren wailing, tires squealing]
We're sending local police and
EMTs to the hotel room now.
Hopefully, we won't need them.
♪
It's ironic, isn't it,
dying on your birthday?
There's something wonderfully
symmetrical about it.
And I wonder if this is who you saw.
Happy birthday. I love you.
I just wanted to send you
a little bit of birthday love.
Turn it off, please.
I know you don't like to celebrate it,
- but in my book
- Turn it off.
- She doesn't look like you.
- Turn it off!
[panting]
[tablet clicks]
Maybe she's not who you saw.
How interesting.
There's as much truth in what
we don't see as in what we do.
♪
You want the truth, Malak?
Near-death visualizations
are nothing more
than normal brain functions gone awry,
so whatever gift you received
in the Pit,
it was meaningless.
It was an empty
hallucination where you
[grunts]
What I'm doing here will go down
as the most groundbreaking
understanding
of human psychology
since Sigmund Freud.
[panting]
♪
You know, this could be
a very meaningful experience
if you allow yourself to be honest.
Let's try this again.
♪
What did you see?
What did you see?
I didn't see anything.
No, no. You're lying.
You're lying to me.
I don't believe you.
I don't care.
Then it's time for round two.
♪
.
[tense music]
Wait, Malak, no, no, no.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait, OK.
You got me, all right? You got me.
I'm not going anywhere.
What did you see? What did you see?
When they executed you, you got a gift.
Nobody asked you, right?
Not even Dulles.
He didn't even ask you.
So you might as well tell me.
Dulles was a fool,
blind to the miracle he helped create.
♪
I saw my father.
Why do you think that was?
Look, you can you can
be honest with me.
I he was a doctor, right?
Yes. He was a giant.
Yeah.
Living in the shadow
of parents is hard.
People forget that.
Especially fathers.
In life, he never
said a kind word to me,
but in that heavenly moment,
he told me he was proud of me.
He believed that I could
still achieve the greatness
that I was born to manifest.
It was a moment of profound healing.
[laughing]
[dramatic music]
Malak, I've read your file.
Your dad wasn't proud of you.
No, he called you a monster on TV
in front of millions of people
because your pathetic career
had flamed out.
No one believed in you.
In fact, I think your dad
what is it he said?
- You're not even a real doctor.
- Shut up!
I've built this whole profile
- Shut up.
- On someone I thought
was inspired by something,
but all this time, it was daddy issues?
- I said shut up!
- [grunts]
[tense music]
[grunts, shouts]
[groans]
♪
[panting]
It's over, Malak.
You're not getting out of this.
[sirens wailing]
[tires screech]
I was never planning to.
♪
Malak, we're coming in!
He's in the bathroom!
♪
He's down!
The hell he is.
Move, move, move.
Bex. Bex, what are you doing?
He is not running away from this.
♪
[electricity whirs, zaps]
[gasps, groans]
Wake up, wake up.
What did Daddy say this time?
[labored breathing]
♪
[plane engine roaring]
You know, I was shot once.
[dramatic music]
Well, technically
it was it was twice.
It was two bullets, one time.
Anyway, it just missed my kidney
by, like, 1/4 inch.
Medic said after that he was
pretty sure I was, you know,
a goner.
I took a 39 in the shoulder.
- No way.
- Yeah, in Belarus.
Man, dude. Nice.
Yeah, you should see the exit.
I bet. Check this out.
♪
IED.
No! Me too.
- Really?
- Yeah, over here.
Damn, all right.
Well, I mean, mine's bigger,
but, you know.
Man, this is my head.
Yeah, it explains a lot.
[laughs]
Thanks.
Hey, come on. Go home. Get some sleep.
I can sleep later.
Besides, I'm pretty sure I
yep, missed my spin class.
[laughs]
♪
Bex.
You know what?
If I rush, I can probably
make that class.
Hey, Shane.
Thanks.
Yeah, of course.
♪
Hey. How you feeling?
Yeah, I've had
better birthdays, for sure.
[laughs]
♪
You know, when they told me
that Malak took you,
I thought I was gonna
♪
I thought we were gonna lose you.
♪
I'm glad you're OK.
♪
Anyway, I'm sure you need some rest,
so I'll get out of your way.
Oliver, wait. Wait.
When Malak had me tied up,
he told me that in my final moments,
my mind would reveal
what was most important to me.
Well, he was insane.
[laughs]
Incredibly, but he wasn't wrong.
I died, Oliver. My heart stopped.
And in that final moment, I saw Sam.
And I saw you.
♪
I'm sorry for pretending that
what we had wasn't important.
It was.
I'm really happy you're here.
[sighs]
I I could stay.
♪
It's OK.
Honestly, I think I just need
to sleep for, like,
a week at this point.
- [both laugh]
- Yeah.
Actually, could I use your phone?
They took mine, and I
really need to call Sam.
- Yeah, here.
- Thanks.
I'll be just outside
if you need anything.
♪
[touch tones beeping]
[line ringing]
[Beethoven's
"Moonlight Sonata" playing]
♪
Hello, this is Sam's cell phone.
You know what to do. [beep]
Hey, Sam.
It's me. I'm just checking in.
♪
Shane, good to see you
- Hey.
- Follow me.
How's he doing?
Oh, good days and bad.
The music helps.
Dr. Dulles.
Dr. Dulles, you have a visitor.
[music stops]
Thank you.
Hi, Dad.
[Michael Andrews
and Gary Jules' "Mad World"]
[breathing shakily]
♪
All around me are familiar faces ♪
Worn-out places, worn-out faces ♪
And I find it kind of ♪
The GPS data from Odell's phone
shows that right after
his mystery phone call,
he drove 15 miles
to this storage facility.
I checked, and there's a unit
rented in his name.
I find it hard to tell you ♪
I find it hard to take ♪
When people run in circles,
it's a very, very ♪
Mad world ♪
♪
Mad world ♪
Children waiting
for the day they feel good ♪
Happy birthday, happy birthday ♪
Enlarging your world ♪
Bex.
Mad world ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪
What the hell are we looking at?
- These are coordinates.
- How do you know?
Because the one in blue is the
satellite coordinates for the Pit.
♪
And the other five?
♪
Sub extracted from file & improved by
[Sound effect]
Announcer: reads words on screen
.
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.
[explosion booms]
How many inmates got out?
The exact number is unclear.
But you're here, Agent Henderson,
to help us catch them.
They did things to the inmates.
- What things?
- Experiments.
The blast that collapsed
the Pit was no accident.
It was a jailbreak.
Something tells me there's a lot more
Odell is lying about.
They're asking questions.
Why don't you let me worry about that?
[Frank Sinatra's "That's Life"]
♪
[buzzer blares]
[indistinct chatter]
Mmm.
That's life ♪
[breathes deeply]
That's what all the people say ♪
You're riding high in April ♪
Shot down in May ♪
But I know I'm gonna
change that tune ♪
Oh, yeah.
When I'm back on top ♪
Back on top in June ♪
I said that's life ♪
That's life ♪
And as funny as it may seem ♪
[monitor beeping]
Some people get their kicks ♪
Stomping on a dream ♪
But I don't let it,
let it get me down ♪
'Cause this fine old world ♪
It keeps spinning around ♪
I've been a puppet, a pauper ♪
A pirate, a poet ♪
A pawn and a king ♪
I've been up and down ♪
And over and out ♪
And I know one thing ♪
Each time I find myself ♪
Flat on my face ♪
I pick myself up ♪
[dramatic music]
Ezekiel Malak.
Dr. Ezekiel Malak. Doctor.
For the senseless murders
of 24 innocent people,
the great state of Illinois
has sentenced you
to die by lethal injection.
What are your final words?
I'll tell you what
Oscar Wilde's final words were.
He was on his deathbed.
He looked at the wallpaper and said,
either you go, or I go.
♪
Great men are always misunderstood.
[monitor beeping steadily]
[clanking and hissing]
♪
[beeping quickens]
♪
[sustained beep]
♪
Time of death: 0130.
May God have mercy on your soul.
[curtain whirring]
[electricity whirs, zaps]
[gasps]
[rapid beeping]
[discordant music]
♪
[tense music]
♪
Let's begin.
My name is Dr. Dulles.
I have some questions for you.
What is this? Where am I?
If Susie's mother has no children,
who's Susie?
What the hell does that mean?
Why does frost form in the winter,
and dew in the spring?
What are you talking about?
Where am I?
♪
Answer me.
Where am I?
[frenetic music]
What the hell's going on?
♪
Where am I?
[shouting] Where am I?
[Waylon Jennings' "White Lightning"]
Well, in North Carolina
way back in the hills ♪
Lived my old pappy
and he had him a still ♪
He brewed white lightning
till the sun went down ♪
And then he'd fill him a jug ♪
And he'd pass it around ♪
♪
Yeah, the G-men,
T-men, revenuers too ♪
Searching for the place
where he made his brew ♪
They were looking,
trying to book him ♪
But my pappy kept on cooking ♪
[sputtering]
White lightning ♪
♪
[sighs]
Yeah, yeah. No, I just got it.
OK.
Hey, listen, I'm gonna have
to call you back.
[dramatic music]
A cupcake, really?
Well, it was either that
or the lemon meringue pie
from the cafeteria,
which I know you hate.
[sighs]
Look, Oliver, I appreciate the gesture,
but I can't have you
leaving cupcakes on my desk.
Well, first of all,
it's cupcake, singular.
And it's not like I bought you flowers.
Bex, it's your birthday.
I thought some small acknowledgment
fell within the bounds
of professional courtesy.
[scoffs]
Professional courtesy?
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
OK.
Well, on that note, then,
how many times
have you left cupcakes
on that guy's desk?
[grunts]
Oh, well, that guy's new, so
Really?
♪
All right, fine.
I hear you.
Strictly professional.
Thank you.
Hey, wait.
Look, this whole thing, you and me
I recognize the situation
I put you in here,
and I didn't mean to
- what?
- Hey, guys, check this out.
We got a location on Dr. Malak.
Looks like Morales got a hit.
♪
- Morales, what do we have?
- An ISP hit.
Someone searched
the "Chicago Tribune" website
for articles on Malak's execution.
- He searched himself?
- He searched himself 10 times.
The IP address is a library in Chicago.
- He went home.
- We're in the wrong state.
- Let's move.
- Copy that.
[dramatic music]
[plane engine roaring]
Here you go.
How much do you guys know about Malak?
Well, I know he likes to talk a lot.
Apparently he was some kind of doctor
before he was in the Pit.
He was a hospital psychiatrist
until it was discovered that he was
killing patients in the ICU.
"Dr. Darkness."
Malak would inject his victims
with a lethal dose of digoxin,
a drug that causes cardiac arrest.
He officially has 24 vics to his name,
but it's probably a lot more.
All of his victims were
laid up in a hospital bed.
This guy's a coward.
Well, actually,
he's a highly intelligent
malignant narcissist with a
complicated God complex, but
Sure, if you want to put a label on it.
Malak was motivated
by power and control,
so in a very real sense,
he decided which patients lived
and which died.
That is one hell of an ego trip.
Now he's back in the city
where he's from, so
he knows the lay of the land
way better than we do.
- How long before he kills again?
- Best guess?
He's already hunting.
♪
[siren wailing]
[softly] Ask you to
restore his bodily health,
return him to his family
through Christ our Lord.
Amen.
[monitor beeping]
Doctor, I didn't see you come in.
[ominous music]
I'm sorry, Father.
I need to check on our patient here.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
.
[plane engine roaring]
[dramatic music]
- How's the book?
- Unreadable. [sighs]
Malak's sociopathy
is all over every page.
It's hard to believe he was able
to avoid suspicion as long as he did.
Well, a person's true nature
can be easy to miss.
Hey, I saw you
in Odell's office this morning.
Happy birthday.
- Don't remind me.
- You don't like your birthday?
Does anyone like their birthday?
I love it.
We went to Fuddruckers this year.
It was great.
I didn't tell Odell
what you shared with me,
- if that's what you're wondering.
- I wasn't.
Hey, if anybody asks this time,
we're from Homeland Security.
Do you just carry these
around in your pocket
wherever you go?
Yeah, I like to be prepared.
- Oh.
- Yes!
Hey, guys. Morales has something.
All right, I am sending you
the feed now.
When was this?
An hour ago, Zion
Memorial Hospital downtown.
Do we have an ID on who he's with?
Father Rupert O'Brien,
the hospital's chaplain.
He abducted a chaplain?
You're still 30 minutes out
from O'Hare.
That's too much time;
I mean, it's not like
he kidnapped him
so he could make a confession.
There's an airstrip nearby
the CIA uses.
I'll set it up.
What do we know about O'Brien?
- Did he ever cross with Malak?
- Not that we know of,
but we're sending black-and-whites
to the chaplain's house just in case
- that's where they're headed.
- Copy that.
All right. Thanks, Jen.
[tense music]
[items clattering]
Do you intend to kill me?
I wonder, Father, how many people
you've watched die,
how many times you've been
present for their last breath.
It must be in the thousands.
I have devoted my life
to helping the sick
find salvation
in this life and the next.
You believe their deaths marked
a transition to a better place,
a reprieve from suffering.
Only by shedding their earthly vessels
can they enter the Kingdom of God.
[timer clatters]
♪
I used to believe much the same,
but I had such a narrow
understanding of
life and death.
And one day
[timer clatters]
[zipper rustles]
Mine eyes were opened.
[rapid beeping]
Mary, Mother of Christ
[continues indistinctly]
[electricity whirs]
[train rumbling]
♪
Excuse me, Homeland Security.
Who's the officer in charge?
Hey, talk to you for a sec?
Guys, go ahead.
I need a list of every person who's
been inside that apartment.
What kind of animal would do that?
[eerie music]
♪
[sighs]
[breathes heavily]
Well, this doesn't look
like what Malak did before.
No, this is different.
When Malak worked at the hospital,
he had to hide his kills,
watch from the sidelines.
♪
Here, he took his time.
He savored this.
So what exactly does that mean?
Means he's evolving.
[discordant music]
♪
Hey, Mom! Happy birthday.
I love you.
I just wanted to send you
- Hey.
- A little bit of birth
Hey, what's up?
Come here.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
Thought you should know
Odell got another call
from that mysterious burner last night.
The same person who told him
about the blast?
Well, the phone is still hot,
which means whoever made the call
doesn't suspect that we know about it.
That that's the good news.
The bad news?
The call came from somewhere
inside the AG's office.
You don't think Mallory
I don't know.
The call lasted 10 seconds,
and Odell left
the base in a hell of a hurry.
OK. Where'd he go?
That's the other bit of bad news.
His phone has
military-grade encryption,
which means I can't
hack it remotely or track it.
Why do I get the sense
you're about to ask me
to do something sketchy?
♪
Plug this into his phone for 5 seconds.
It'll scrape all the GPS data
and we'll know exactly
where he was last night.
How exactly do you
expect me to do that?
You'll find a way.
Want me to honeypot my ex-partner?
Honeypot?
What are you,
a Russian spy in a B movie?
No, that's not what I'm saying at all.
What I'm saying is, if there's
even a slight chance
that he had anything
to do with that blast,
we've got to figure out
what it is he's hiding.
Hey, agents.
♪
Y'all are gonna want to see this.
[sighs] Florence.
Yep.
I'm up.
All right.
Chaplain Rupert O'Brien,
male, 76 years of age.
Still awaiting full tox screen.
Preliminary cause of death
is sudden cardiac arrhythmia.
What about the burns on his chest?
Any idea what caused those?
Not yet, but whatever it was,
it's not what killed him.
You're saying he was tortured?
Correct. The burns are premortem.
Mr. O'Brien here was killed
by extreme digoxin toxicity.
He had enough in his system
to kill an elephant twice.
Poor bastard had even more
than the last guy.
Wait, what? Last guy?
That's why you're here, isn't it?
He's not the first.
♪
.
Two victims in a week of freedom.
Both pumped full of digoxin.
Now he's torturing them.
Well, it's not uncommon for serials
to eventually begin craving
more from the experience.
Like you said, he's evolving.
Right.
Except
[tense music]
Except what?
Well, before, Malak killed people
but they didn't suffer.
It wasn't about their experience.
It was about Malak being in control.
But now it just feels like
he's after something
completely different.
He's still killing them the same way,
but now he's making
a bigger production out of it.
Right, well, how did we
not know about this guy
- till just now?
- Welcome to Chicago.
Our team is monitoring
everything possible,
but we can't work
from information we don't have
because of backlogs.
Tell that to the chaplain.
[elevator bell dings]
♪
[keys jangling]
♪
[item thuds]
♪
Sorry, I
your apple was trying to escape.
- Might want to wash this.
- Noted.
Need a hand? Noticed
Yeah, stupid key never works.
Yeah, I noticed you struggling here.
Do you mind?
[keys jangling]
Yeah, this thing's kind of tricky.
There you go.
Voilà.
[chuckles]
[door clicks shut]
Didn't even say thank you.
Only one of the victims
was taken from a hospital,
but neither fit his previous MO.
Yeah, but what's the pattern?
How are they connected?
Besides them living alone in Chicago.
That's it.
Each of the victims lived alone.
Malak knew he would have time with them
to kill them the way he wanted.
Like you said, he wanted more
from the experience.
Yeah, but he would have had
to cross paths with them
at least once to know
that they lived alone.
What about at the library,
where we first saw Malak?
Both victims lived
less than 10 blocks away.
He could be trolling for vics there.
We never pulled CCTV
from previous days, did we?
'Cause we just assumed
that was the first time
Malak had been at that library.
[phone ringing]
What if it wasn't?
- [phone beeps]
- Nice work, Shane.
Why don't you guys pull
footage from the library
going back a couple days?
I have to take this call.
I'll be right back.
[lock whirs]
- Hey.
- Oliver.
Just checking in. How's it going?
We posted up at a hotel downtown.
Malak came home
'cause he's comfortable here,
and he's not gonna leave the city.
We just need some way
to get ahead of him.
Yeah, no, I heard
about the first victim.
There was no way for us to know.
Chicago PD still hasn't
filed an official report.
Yeah, I get that we can't work
with information we don't have,
but I can't protect people from
killers I don't know about.
Listen, the reality is,
until we have excavated
this entire prison,
we won't know who's made it out
and who's still buried down there.
But I promise you, we are
using every tool available
to the NSA and CIA
to search for every inmate
not yet accounted for, OK?
And I know you.
You're already doing
everything you can.
And hey, listen,
I just want to say again,
I'm sorry about before.
I mean, you made yourself pretty
pretty clear.
It's just, we used to mean
a lot to each other and
Oliver, look, it was years ago, OK?
We were partners.
Things happened.
We've moved on, though,
so let's just move on.
[sighs]
Understood.
Well, keep us updated on your progress.
We're standing by.
[somber music]
♪
[sighs]
♪
We got him. Three days ago.
What's he doing?
There are plenty
of open public computers.
Why use that one
and risk getting caught?
Maybe he's looking
for something that can't
be found on the public server.
♪
Morales, does that library
have his book?
Checking. One copy, yeah.
Do you think he's looking up people
that checked out his book?
Ugh. This dude's the worst.
I don't get it. Why target them?
Oh, 'cause he thinks he's a savior.
And who needs a savior
more than someone
checking out a book about grief?
Ugh.
Yeah, he's the worst.
Bex, you were right.
Both our victims
checked out Malak's book.
Nice work.
Let's get a list of everyone
who's borrowed that book.
All right, we'll take
the South Side addresses.
Morales, send some black-and-whites
to do a wellness check on the others.
You got it. Sending them now.
[tense music]
[muffled thumping, shouting]
Ms. Fulmer, this is Chicago Police!
[door bangs open]
♪
Ms. Fulmer?
[indistinct police radio chatter]
Clear.
- They're gone.
- Call an ambulance now!
We were able to counteract
the digoxin in her system
and get her stabilized,
but she's in an incredibly
fragile state.
Has she said anything?
Nothing that makes any sense.
But to be honest, it's
a miracle she's even alive.
She looks like she's seen a ghost.
We're gonna need to talk to her.
Look, I appreciate
you all have a job to do,
but that woman has been through hell,
and right now, she is my patient.
She's in no state to talk to anyone.
I don't mean to be insensitive,
but the U.S. government is gonna insist
that we get in there.
Not us. Just me.
Let me talk to her alone.
[dramatic music]
OK.
♪
Thank you.
[monitor beeping]
♪
Ms. Fulmer?
♪
I'm Special Agent Rebecca Henderson
and I am gonna catch
the man who hurt you, OK?
But I'd like to ask you
a couple questions.
Is that all right?
♪
Can you tell me what happened?
♪
Again
and again. He did it again and again.
- What did he do, Ms. Fulmer?
- What did he do again?
He wanted to know what I saw each time.
[breathes shakily]
Each time what?
Each time he killed me.
[tense music]
[rapid beeping]
[sobbing]
Help me.
I don't want to die!
I don't want to die!
I don't want to die again!
[sobs]
.
[somber music]
He's reviving them.
What? What are you talking about?
The burn marks on her chest
and O'Brien's,
they're from a defibrillator.
Malak stops their heart using digoxin
just to give them
this near-death experience
and then revives them with the paddles,
just to do it over and over again.
Why the hell would he do that?
Because the Pit did it to him.
[tense music]
I need to see Adelaide's apartment.
♪
OK, listen to this.
"Once his initial confusion subsided,
"Prisoner D37 displayed a calm,
"almost euphoric quality
to his state of mind.
"He believed he had experienced
a moment of divine clarity
"when his heart stopped,
followed by a miracle of resurrection."
Well, if he didn't have a God complex
before going to the Pit,
he sure as hell has one now.
This is from his
intake form from the Pit,
written by a Dr. Dulles.
Does that name mean anything to you?
Not really.
I mean, I'm pretty sure
he was gone before my time.
Like, retired or deceased?
Because if we can track down Dulles
I'm pretty sure he's he's dead.
At least that's what I've heard.
OK, well, Malak knows
that we're onto him
and he's smart enough to break
pattern for his next kill,
so we need a new approach.
[phone buzzes and beeps]
The locals are standing down
at the crime scene.
It's clear, so we can
go in and take a look.
Well, they haven't finished
processing the apartment.
But the first officers on-site said
they saw her here, semiconscious,
and the back door was open.
So Malak hears the police
as he's trying to inject
a lethal dose of digoxin,
makes a run for it,
escapes out the back.
Any surveillance?
No, no cameras at all in this area,
no luck with the witnesses.
Malak likes control.
He'll bring his victims
back to their home
so he can take his time.
But this one, it goes wrong.
He gets interrupted.
He runs away.
What's he thinking now?
Hospital said Malak stole
a box of digoxin, right?
So I know exactly what he's thinking.
He needs more.
If he's gonna keep killing,
he needs to re-up.
And the only place to get
digoxin is at a hospital.
Problem is, there's
over a hundred in Chicago.
So how do we narrow it down?
Well, he's desperate,
so he's probably gonna go
for the first one he sees.
Closest hospital is West General,
about five blocks away.
- Let's go.
- Copy that.
♪
[siren wailing, tires squealing]
♪
DHS. Where's your security office?
- Upstairs.
- Lead the way.
- Stay on comms.
- Copy.
I'm with security now.
We're gonna start checking cameras.
I'll let you once we get a hit.
Check the ICU.
Code silver. Repeat, code silver.
Repeat, code silver.
Homeland Security. What happened?
He was stabbed.
Someone attacked him
in the medication room.
He's here. Cardiac unit.
- He's got the digoxin.
- Copy.
Shane, swing around
and we'll sweep each floor.
In pursuit. Southwest stairwell.
Bex, wait for me.
Sending security to cover
the ground floor exits.
Bex, I'm coming down.
I think he went out the back.
♪
[siren wails]
♪
Bex. Bex, where are you?
Bex, I need a location.
[siren wailing]
♪
[metallic clang]
♪
[glass shattering]
[items clattering]
♪
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[glass crunching]
♪
- [grunts]
- [gasps]
♪
[discordant music]
♪
[muffled gasping, panting]
There you are.
♪
I'm almost certain you already know
you're gonna die tonight,
but what you don't yet understand
is the gift you're about to receive.
[muffled screaming]
No, no, no!
♪
The one thing I ask of you is,
please do be honest about
what you see in the light.
[muffled screaming]
♪
[groaning, panting]
♪
[muffled groaning]
♪
[breathing slows]
[timer clicking]
[breathes deeply]
♪
.
- He's got Bex.
- How did this happen?
There's three of you.
We split up to cover
more ground at the hospital.
It never should have happened.
You're damn right
it shouldn't have happened!
Who do you think you're talking to?
You can blame me all you want,
but all that matters
- right now is finding Bex.
- OK, OK, guys, guys.
We all want the same thing, yeah?
Now, Malak was smart enough
to leave her phone,
and this is a very big city.
So even if we go
to every single address
ever associated with him,
we are just two people,
and we're not gonna be fast enough.
Send Bex's photo to the Chicago PD.
- Call them in on this.
- Hold on.
I agree with you, but the AG's
never gonna go for that.
I can handle the AG!
This is Bex.
We're gonna do whatever we have to.
[timer rings]
[tense music]
♪
[liquid squirting]
♪
[sighs]
[electricity whirs]
[alarm blaring]
- [zaps]
- [gasps]
[distorted speech]
[discordant music]
[panting]
♪
Welcome back.
[panting]
I'm an FBI agent.
There's a there's a team of people
out there looking for me.
I know who you are.
Quite frankly, this is
it's all very exciting.
[dramatic music]
Exciting.
[breathing shallowly]
But you're right.
We don't have much time.
Much time for what?
A breakthrough.
In the moments following medical death,
there's a burst of activity
in the memory recall center
of our brains.
More acutely in the emotional
memory recall, right
- [whimpers]
- Right here.
[panting]
♪
You want me to remember something?
Do I want you to remember something?
No, no, no, no.
No, it's not about what I want.
It's about what you need.
You see, in life, we put up walls.
We bury truths, even from ourselves.
But in death, our minds
can finally be honest.
In those last moments,
we're shown something.
We're shown
what's most important to us,
what we most need.
It's like a final gift
from the subconscious.
Your mind revealed
something to you, didn't it?
Yes.
Yes, it did. There it is.
So
[pen clicks]
Special Agent Henderson,
what did you see when you died?
[tense music]
♪
He knows this city
way better than we do.
Now he knows we're coming.
There's no way he takes Bex
back to any place
we can connect back to him.
Well, Bex said he's
he's evolving, right?
He wants to spend time with her.
So wherever he takes her,
it's got to be
somewhere private,
somewhere he can control.
I mean, all his previous
victims since escaping the Pit,
they've been taken back to their home.
Right, problem is,
Bex doesn't have one.
No, but she has a hotel room.
[phone clicks] [line rings]
Hey, Shane.
Hi, Morales.
Yeah, we need you to pull up everything
that you can on our hotel
yeah, security footage,
traffic cams, whatever you got.
We think Malak has taken Bex
back to her room.
You were right.
Malak was smart enough to avoid CCTV,
but Bex's room key
was swiped 15 minutes ago.
Step on it, guys.
[siren wailing, tires squealing]
We're sending local police and
EMTs to the hotel room now.
Hopefully, we won't need them.
♪
It's ironic, isn't it,
dying on your birthday?
There's something wonderfully
symmetrical about it.
And I wonder if this is who you saw.
Happy birthday. I love you.
I just wanted to send you
a little bit of birthday love.
Turn it off, please.
I know you don't like to celebrate it,
- but in my book
- Turn it off.
- She doesn't look like you.
- Turn it off!
[panting]
[tablet clicks]
Maybe she's not who you saw.
How interesting.
There's as much truth in what
we don't see as in what we do.
♪
You want the truth, Malak?
Near-death visualizations
are nothing more
than normal brain functions gone awry,
so whatever gift you received
in the Pit,
it was meaningless.
It was an empty
hallucination where you
[grunts]
What I'm doing here will go down
as the most groundbreaking
understanding
of human psychology
since Sigmund Freud.
[panting]
♪
You know, this could be
a very meaningful experience
if you allow yourself to be honest.
Let's try this again.
♪
What did you see?
What did you see?
I didn't see anything.
No, no. You're lying.
You're lying to me.
I don't believe you.
I don't care.
Then it's time for round two.
♪
.
[tense music]
Wait, Malak, no, no, no.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait, OK.
You got me, all right? You got me.
I'm not going anywhere.
What did you see? What did you see?
When they executed you, you got a gift.
Nobody asked you, right?
Not even Dulles.
He didn't even ask you.
So you might as well tell me.
Dulles was a fool,
blind to the miracle he helped create.
♪
I saw my father.
Why do you think that was?
Look, you can you can
be honest with me.
I he was a doctor, right?
Yes. He was a giant.
Yeah.
Living in the shadow
of parents is hard.
People forget that.
Especially fathers.
In life, he never
said a kind word to me,
but in that heavenly moment,
he told me he was proud of me.
He believed that I could
still achieve the greatness
that I was born to manifest.
It was a moment of profound healing.
[laughing]
[dramatic music]
Malak, I've read your file.
Your dad wasn't proud of you.
No, he called you a monster on TV
in front of millions of people
because your pathetic career
had flamed out.
No one believed in you.
In fact, I think your dad
what is it he said?
- You're not even a real doctor.
- Shut up!
I've built this whole profile
- Shut up.
- On someone I thought
was inspired by something,
but all this time, it was daddy issues?
- I said shut up!
- [grunts]
[tense music]
[grunts, shouts]
[groans]
♪
[panting]
It's over, Malak.
You're not getting out of this.
[sirens wailing]
[tires screech]
I was never planning to.
♪
Malak, we're coming in!
He's in the bathroom!
♪
He's down!
The hell he is.
Move, move, move.
Bex. Bex, what are you doing?
He is not running away from this.
♪
[electricity whirs, zaps]
[gasps, groans]
Wake up, wake up.
What did Daddy say this time?
[labored breathing]
♪
[plane engine roaring]
You know, I was shot once.
[dramatic music]
Well, technically
it was it was twice.
It was two bullets, one time.
Anyway, it just missed my kidney
by, like, 1/4 inch.
Medic said after that he was
pretty sure I was, you know,
a goner.
I took a 39 in the shoulder.
- No way.
- Yeah, in Belarus.
Man, dude. Nice.
Yeah, you should see the exit.
I bet. Check this out.
♪
IED.
No! Me too.
- Really?
- Yeah, over here.
Damn, all right.
Well, I mean, mine's bigger,
but, you know.
Man, this is my head.
Yeah, it explains a lot.
[laughs]
Thanks.
Hey, come on. Go home. Get some sleep.
I can sleep later.
Besides, I'm pretty sure I
yep, missed my spin class.
[laughs]
♪
Bex.
You know what?
If I rush, I can probably
make that class.
Hey, Shane.
Thanks.
Yeah, of course.
♪
Hey. How you feeling?
Yeah, I've had
better birthdays, for sure.
[laughs]
♪
You know, when they told me
that Malak took you,
I thought I was gonna
♪
I thought we were gonna lose you.
♪
I'm glad you're OK.
♪
Anyway, I'm sure you need some rest,
so I'll get out of your way.
Oliver, wait. Wait.
When Malak had me tied up,
he told me that in my final moments,
my mind would reveal
what was most important to me.
Well, he was insane.
[laughs]
Incredibly, but he wasn't wrong.
I died, Oliver. My heart stopped.
And in that final moment, I saw Sam.
And I saw you.
♪
I'm sorry for pretending that
what we had wasn't important.
It was.
I'm really happy you're here.
[sighs]
I I could stay.
♪
It's OK.
Honestly, I think I just need
to sleep for, like,
a week at this point.
- [both laugh]
- Yeah.
Actually, could I use your phone?
They took mine, and I
really need to call Sam.
- Yeah, here.
- Thanks.
I'll be just outside
if you need anything.
♪
[touch tones beeping]
[line ringing]
[Beethoven's
"Moonlight Sonata" playing]
♪
Hello, this is Sam's cell phone.
You know what to do. [beep]
Hey, Sam.
It's me. I'm just checking in.
♪
Shane, good to see you
- Hey.
- Follow me.
How's he doing?
Oh, good days and bad.
The music helps.
Dr. Dulles.
Dr. Dulles, you have a visitor.
[music stops]
Thank you.
Hi, Dad.
[Michael Andrews
and Gary Jules' "Mad World"]
[breathing shakily]
♪
All around me are familiar faces ♪
Worn-out places, worn-out faces ♪
And I find it kind of ♪
The GPS data from Odell's phone
shows that right after
his mystery phone call,
he drove 15 miles
to this storage facility.
I checked, and there's a unit
rented in his name.
I find it hard to tell you ♪
I find it hard to take ♪
When people run in circles,
it's a very, very ♪
Mad world ♪
♪
Mad world ♪
Children waiting
for the day they feel good ♪
Happy birthday, happy birthday ♪
Enlarging your world ♪
Bex.
Mad world ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪
What the hell are we looking at?
- These are coordinates.
- How do you know?
Because the one in blue is the
satellite coordinates for the Pit.
♪
And the other five?
♪
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