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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 them.

The blast that collapsed
the Pit was no accident.

It was a jailbreak.

The only reason someone
invents a terrible lie is

to cover an even worse truth.

The breach occurred in
the office of Oliver Odell.

I need you to send
me everything

the agency has on him
right away.

I'm on it.

♪ I wish I could
explain to you ♪

♪ What happens in my mind

♪ That makes me do

♪ The things I do

♪ Time after time

♪ Something in my soul

♪ I can't control

♪ Keeps pulling me away

♪ It shows up here
about sundown ♪

♪ Stays till light of day

♪ There's a honky-tonk demon

♪ Somewhere inside of me

♪ And it don't matter
where I go ♪

Let me get you your change.

$3.10.

Time to renew
my hunting license.

Sure.
Let me get the form for you.

♪ Of this honky-tonk demon

♪ In my soul

Which way are you headed?

I'm--I'm camping a
few miles north of town.

It's your lucky day.

I'm headed that way.

Hop on in.

How are things
between you and Odell?

What do you mean?

Has he told you any more
about the blast?

We haven't really had
a chance to talk about it.

Well, I need you
to talk to him about it.

Oliver Odell knows a lot
more about what happened

than he's saying.

You can't seriously
be suggesting

that Odell had something
to do with the blast.

If he knew what was
gonna happen,

he would not have been
down there in the Pit.

I'm not saying he
masterminded the explosion.

But he has proven
he's the type of person

that will cross that line.

Bex.

You got a sec?

I see you and Hassani
are carpooling now.

Yeah, well, you know,
I would call an Uber.

But the last time I did that,

security strip-searched
the driver.

Do you trust him?

Hassani?

Yeah, I mean, in
a boots-on-the-ground,

guns-out kind of way, sure.

But he is CIA.

So deception's
kind of his thing.

So trust, yeah,
but also verify, right?

Does he trust you?

Why?

Bex, listen. You're, uh--

you're the most talented
profiler I know.

That's why you're here.

But I also need eyes in
the back of my head right now.

Hassani's looking
for someone to take the blame

for the blast.

And you think he wants
to blame you, the warden?

I think he's the
kind of guy you bring in

to make problems go away.

What do you think
they're talking about?

You.

Look, Oliver,
you need to tell me

everything that you know

about the blast,
the experiments.

I can't help you
if I don't know

what actually happened
down there.

I've already said all I can.

Come in.

Ma'am, sir, we got a hit.

What's your name?

Brenda.

Earl.

Is there a Mr. Brenda
in the picture?

No.

So who are you camping with?

Just me and
the great outdoors.

I like that.

Where are we going?

There's a great
lookout spot just up ahead.

You gotta see it.

Best view in the whole state.

You'll love it.

Go ahead.

This is a
sporting goods store

outside Billings, Montana.

When?

Ten minutes ago.

Prisoner L04.

Highly volatile
and unpredictable.

Convicted for the
brutal murders of 17 people--

that we know of.

But police think there
were many more bodies

that were never found because
of their remote location

in the woods.

And because the corpses
were so badly dismembered.

A little slice of heaven,
am I right?

We should probably go back.

Why don't we go stretch
our legs for a minute?

You're not in a rush, are you?

Edge of the lake down there,

some of the best deer hunting
in the state.

You like to hunt?

Only when I see
something I want.

Is that right?

What was his MO?

Man is an apex predator,
ain't he?

Not him.

Her.

Convict's name
is Brenda Lowe.

She's one of the most
prolific female serial killers

ever seen.

As far as the rest of
the world is concerned,

she died in prison in 2015.

That's when we got her.

Hey.

Figured the, uh,
snack situation could

use a bit of an upgrade.

Thank you.

Brenda Lowe?

I didn't even know
she was in the Pit.

I was in college
when she was caught.

I was at Quantico.

All right, it's
not a competition.

Eh.

Okay.

My wolves like
to start with the chest,

the heart, the lungs,

all the soft tissue.

Human muscle is harder
to chew through.

Did you ever join
in with your wolves?

Are you asking me
if I'm a cannibal?

Are you?

No.

My wolves didn't
kill for sport.

They killed
to feed themselves,

to protect themselves
from the world

that wanted to kill them.

You wouldn't bat
an eyelash at someone

who ate venison for dinner.

Why are hunters allowed
to eat animals,

but animals aren't
allowed to eat hunters?

Interesting question.

But you just didn't
kill hunters.

You killed some hikers.

They killed a hiker once
and refused to eat him.

I couldn't understand why,

until I saw the tumors
all over his body.

Killing him was a blessing.

He must have been
in so much pain.

You don't think it's painful,
being eaten alive by wolves?

I think it's glorious.

She's fascinating.

She's one of seven siblings
of a wealthy family.

Well-educated,
highly intelligent,

by all accounts, very charming.

But as she got older,
she started to develop

antisocial tendencies.

The last time she ever spoke
to anyone in her family

was the day her parents died.

Then she used that inheritance
to buy thousands of acres

of land in Montana
to rehabilitate

the gray wolf population
in that area.

And the longer she stayed
out there,

the more unstable she became.

Wow.

Have you ever seen
anything like this before?

Her methodology is
a little unique.

I will give her that.

What are these?

Well, before Brenda "died"
and went to the Pit,

she wrote her defense lawyer
dozens of letters.

It's all about how
humanity is a cancer

and deserves to be eradicated.

Yeah, real upbeat stuff.

Okay, listen to this.

"Subject's aversion to personal
bonding remains consistent,

but aggressive tendencies
show decline through REP."

Well, I would say those
aggressive tendencies

are probably gonna
spike back up.

But what the hell is REP?

I mean, this thing's
written in a language

only her therapist
can understand.

Add that to
the list of secrets.

Hey, Oliver, what is REP?

It says it's listed
as a treatment

she received at the Pit.

I have no idea.

I ran operations,
not therapeutics.

But a traffic cam near
the sporting goods store

just picked up
Brenda hitching a ride.

Vehicle owner is Earl Hicks.

And he was at
the sporting goods store

buying a hunting license.

Oh, he's dead.

We pinged his phone to
the mile 6 marker at Route 84.

Brenda certainly didn't
waste any time, did she?

No.

She stabbed him
first back at the truck

and followed him here.

He was bleeding out in a panic,
but her steps are short, calm.

She was in no hurry
with this guy.

What?

Oh, y'all think I'm
just a pretty face, huh?

I didn't say that.

I did some tracking
in Afghanistan.

Oh, look who's
full of surprises.

This doesn't make sense.

This is a woman who
avoided human contact.

She literally turned
her back on society.

And, what, she's hitching
a ride to steal Earl's truck?

I don't think so.

Well, he is a hunter.

Or was.

It fits.

No, she's territorial.

She literally
justified her kills

because they were trespassing.

This is different.

She's not protecting her land.

She's not protecting
her wolves.

She wanted to do this.

Oliver, this kill,
her MO has changed.

We need to know what
happened at the Pit.

Hopefully it doesn't matter.

I know where she is.

We got footage of Brenda Lowe
at a payphone off of Route 287,

30 miles west of your position.

Sending you the playback now.

- Okay. Do we have audio?
- Not yet.

But we know she was calling
a cell phone belonging

to a man in Bozeman named
Ron Goodman.

Like the football player?

No, he is
the football player.

- Seriously?
- Yes.

Okay. Any theories?

Goodman retired to Bozeman.

He owns a Cessna 182
he uses to give nature tours.

I can think of a few reasons
a fugitive would be interested.

FBI!

Hands where we can see them!

Don't shoot!

What in the hell is all this?

Where is she?

- Who?
- The woman.

Lady, I don't have
the foggiest idea

what you're talking about.

You got a call to your cell
about an hour ago from a woman.

That's what this is about?

Clear.

She's not here.

What did she want?

Hell if I know.

It was a wrong number.

Who are you calling?

The way she's dialing, the
hesitation on the last digit.

Is she nervous?

No, she's excited.

Look, she's dialing
from memory.

Whoever she thought
she was calling

must have been
important to her.

Well, I thought the
only people in her life

were her wolves.

I mean, besides, she--

she dialed the wrong number.

Maybe she didn't.

She was locked in that
concrete box for over a decade.

Thank you
for your understanding.

Hey, when did
you move to Montana?

Uh, the year I retired.

2012.

You made the AFC Championship.

You bet.

What, you didn't have
ESPN at Quantico?

Did you get
a new phone number?

Sure.
Got a divorce.

Wanted a clean slate
here in Montana.

Excuse us.

She wasn't calling him.
- Yep.

She was calling the person
with the number before.

Florence!

Coming.

Take care, man.

Let's get Morales
on that phone number.

Where did you find all these?

Uh, base library, sir.

Military doesn't
throw anything away.

I had them bring me up all
the phone books they had.

Why didn't you just
call the phone company?

Oh, I did.
His name is Arthur.

He said he'd called
back in an hour.

But I wanted to see if I
could beat him, which I did.

You'll come to learn
this about me--

I am very competitive.

How did you crack it?

Oh, uh, the area code
Brenda Lowe dialed?

406, which covers
the entire state of Montana.

Interesting factoid--

406 was one of the original
86 area codes created

by the American Telephone
and Telegraph Company.

- AT&T.
- Mm.

Nothing gets by you, sir.

The exchange she dialed?

082.

The exchange for Big Sky,
or one of their exchanges.

Did you ever notice
how rich people

have a lot of phone numbers?

Right.

I cross-referenced all of
Brenda Lowe's known associates,

friends, and family
with the property tax records

for Big Sky going back decades.

And I got three hits--

Wendy Banks,
Charles Edens, and--

William Gosman, Esquire?

How'd you do that?

I checked all of Brenda
Lowe's phone records

from prison before she
was sent to the Pit.

She called her brother
and her lawyer.

You'll learn this about me--

I'm pretty competitive too.

Bex, previously,
the number was a landline

registered to
a William Gosman, Esquire--

Brenda Lowe's lawyer.

You think she's
targeting him?

Doubtful.

He lives in Celebration,
Florida, now.

Sold his practice and moved
next door to Disney World,

which is awesome.

Okay, but it's not
rare for convicts

to have ill will toward
their failed defense teams.

And she wouldn't
know that he's moved.

It doesn't fit.

She never expresses any
animosity towards her lawyer.

In fact, post-conviction,
she writes to him

like she trusts him.

She even asks him to make
sure that her,

"sacred land is put into
a nature conservancy

to keep it from being
defiled by man."

Maybe that's why
she's calling him.

When was her land sold off?

Uh, 2015.

After she was in the Pit.

So she doesn't
know it's gone.

She's going home.

If she's going to check
on her land,

we've got a problem.

It didn't just get sold off.

It was bought by a developer.

It's McMansions now.

Nice shot.

Thanks.

Thought I was
the only one out here.

What are you doing?

Same as you--

hunting.

Where's your rifle?

I don't need one.

These are my woods.

Do you understand?

Oh!

911, what's your emergency?

I'm in the woods
north of Cedar Pine.

I've been attacked.

She has a knife.

Okay, I'm gonna
need you to stay calm.

Sir?

Sir, are you there?

Hello, sir?

It's okay.

Tell them you'd like
to report a murder.

Sir?

Sir, are you there?

Hello, sir?

It's okay.

Tell them you'd like
to report a murder.

What is she doing?

Is that just her way
of toying with him?

Could be she's emboldened
by her new sense of freedom.

I mean, her kills are
becoming more brazen,

more out in the open.

The longer she's out there,
the more dangerous

she's gonna become.
- All right.

HQ has flagged off
the local cops.

And it looks like the
Forestry Service is on scene.

And one of them is standing
by to take us to the body.

This is the worst thing
I've ever seen in my life.

Like, what kind
of monster would

slaughter a man like that?

Yeah, that's why
she was locked up.

We won't be
discussing the case.

Right.

Hey, I--I'm just gonna
stay over here

and let you guys, uh, work.

Two kills in one day,
both by hand.

This one's even more
gruesome than the first.

She's escalating.

Does any of that tell
you where she's going next?

No, it just means her
psychology has changed.

I mean, she came back hoping
to find her land protected.

Instead, her rustic oasis
has been invaded by humans

and defiled by tract houses.

Well, you put it that way,
I'd be pissed too.

Mm.

Hey, I got something weird.

So first contact's deep in,
back where he shot the deer.

She wounds him.
She's doesn't kill him.

She lets him go.

But he doesn't crawl here.

He crawls towards his truck.

And she takes her time
with him,

finishes him over there.

And what's weird about that?

Uh, why move him
all the way out here?

It's easier to spot.

Maybe she wants people
to see the body,

like a--like a warning.

No.

It's because out here,
she can see us.

Hello?

Who are you people?

Nobody move.
She's got his rifle.

Hey, can I have
your radio, please?

You don't look like police.

Are you from the prison?

Hey, Brenda.

My name is
Special Agent Henderson.

I'm with the FBI.

We're not here to hurt you,
okay?

We just want to make sure
no one else gets killed.

What happened to my land?

It got sold off.

Why did he lie to me?

He wouldn't lie to me.

Who?

William, my lawyer.

In his letters, he said
my land was safe.

He promised me!

I think you're getting
mixed up, okay?

It's been a long time since
your lawyer wrote to you.

A lot's changed since then.

He wrote to me last month.

He wrote to me every month.

He said my land was safe,
protected.

Everything was perfect,
exactly how it should be.

His letters are the only
reason I survived down there.

I got her.

100 yards back.

11:00.

I think you're confused
right now, okay?

I can promise you,
no one at your prison

was receiving any letters.

I was.

Come on back!

You good?

She shot me!

Lost her.

Looks like we clipped her.

Not too bad, but the blood
will help us track her.

Ready?

Move.

Well?

Tracks end here.

She could be anywhere.

Hey, Morales, where's Odell?

I can't get him on the phone.

Last I saw, he was
in a meeting with the AG.

Is there something
I can do to help?

Yeah.
Brenda's in the wind.

But she said some things
that don't make any sense.

Like what?

Can you just have
Oliver call me?

And, Morales, tell him
to use his cell.

Look, I respect that
you're a federal marshal.

But your fugitive
is in my woods.

We need her picture
and her name immediately

so we can get
it on social media.

Sure.

So you want every
self-appointed vigilante

within a hundred miles
arming up and shooting

anything that moves
in your woods?

Nah, I didn't think so.

You and your rangers need
to stand down.

And don't leave this site
till I say so.

Oliver.

I heard you almost had her.

What happened?

I don't know.
You tell me.

Brenda just set a trap
for us due to some letter

she claimed her lawyer wrote
to her at the Pit.

She's mixing things up.

Okay, she's a sociopath,
but she's not delusional.

What's going on?

Take me off speaker.

No.

We can't do our jobs
with half a story.

Okay, or we could go to someone
with the clearance to say so.

How about you,
Madam Attorney General?

Good afternoon,
Agent Henderson.

Look, if you want us
to bring this fugitive in,

you're gonna have
to give us more intel

on her time at the Pit.

Well, Agent,
despite our desire

to be as transparent
as possible,

there are some, let's call
them sensitive elements

to this that have not
been shared with anyone,

including Oliver,

to protect any potential
deniability on your part.

Thanks so much
for the protection,

but we are chasing
a serial killer

on a killing spree.

Brenda Lowe was part
of a breakthrough study

in regimented behavioral
dynamics called Eden Protocol.

Regimented Eden Protocol--

REP.

The goal was to satisfy
the patient's

deepest psychological desires

and create
their idealized world

in order to lower
their defenses

and help begin
to work towards healing.

So you fed
Brenda this fantasy

that her lawyer had succeeded
in turning her land

into a wildlife preserve
for her wolves?

Patients were told
what they wanted to hear.

In most cases,
they displayed improvements

in their temperament
and greater willingness

to engage
in meaningful therapy.

What happens when
she realizes that everything

you told her was a lie
and her entire reality crumbles

right in front
of her very eyes?

I mean, obviously, these
patients were never supposed

to see the light of day.

With all due respect, guys,
that ship has sailed.

Agent Henderson, I hope
I don't need to remind you

who you are speaking with,

and that your presence
on this task force

is completely at my discretion.

Oh, marshals,
we had a break-in

at one of our stations.

Sounds to me like
your fugitive.

Gotta go.

Okay.

Well, if we did clip her,
it looks like she was

able to patch herself back up.

She made off
with enough supplies

to disappear into these woods
for as long as it takes.

I'm not so sure she's
looking to disappear.

And I don't think she broke
in here to check her emails.

Uh, what's on this computer?

This is our tracking system.

We tag all the wildlife
we can around here.

It looks like she did a search.

Those are tracking numbers?

They are, but they're
really old tags.

We don't use them anymore.

Uh, can you tell us what
kind of animals they are?

Hmm.

Looks like they're wolves.

She's going after her pack.

This here is Potter's Field
over by the camper park.

We use it for burials
after euthanization.

It's an animal graveyard.

Okay, you need
to evacuate the park.

On a holiday weekend?

I don't care.

Our suspect is about
to find that burial ground.

And when she does,
she's going to be a danger

to anyone
that crosses her path.

So when Brenda finally
realizes her wolves are dead--

Yep, she's gonna have
a full psychotic break.

Just so I'm clear,
what exactly does that mean?

It means she'll be completely
detached from reality.

I mean, right now, Brenda
is under the belief

that her land is protected
and her wolves are safe.

When she finds out the truth,
that they were put down,

her worst fear will
be realized.

And any ounce of compassion
or humanity, that is gone.

She'll be a killer
with no inhibitions,

no tether,
operating purely on rage,

instincts, and bloodlust.

Okay, so you're
saying it's bad.

Maybe next time,
just say it's bad.

It's bad.

No, I'm telling you.

You should have seen it.

It was about that big there.

No way. - Right?

I mean, I used
to think you were--

Maybe we can see the stars.

Oh, really?

Stars?

Is that why we're here?

Wait.

Someone's out there.

Maybe we should head back.

Evening, folks.

Put the beer down.

Afraid I'm going to have
to ask you guys to clear out.

Come on!
Get out of here!

Run! Run!

She has a knife!

Sir.

What is it?

Somebody help!

A park ranger has been stabbed!

Where?

Uh, three miles east
of Potter's Field.

That's her.

Bex, a ranger's been attacked
at the Spire Rock campground.

We're sending you
the directions now.

Zeke.

She's got his gun.

She's on the loose.

- Hey--
- She's armed.

We got it from here, okay?

Send everyone.

Hey.

Hey, you gotta
call your guys off.

Not a chance.

She's in our woods.

She's ours to take out.

Hey, we gotta find Brenda
before the cavalry arrives,

or we're gonna have a lot
more dead bodies on our hands.

What do you got, Eagle Scout?

This is her.

She's gonna be hard
to track in the dark,

but she went that way.

Okay, let's fan out.

Okay.

Be careful.

Anything?

Negative.
I got nothing.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Hurry up, guys.
Let's go.

It's okay, it's okay.

You're safe.
Keep moving.

Go, go, go.

This way!

Brenda knows these woods
better than anyone.

There's no telling
where she went.

I'll take the west side.

Leave us alone!

Please.

Please.
- Come on. Now.

I--I can't find the keys.

I must have dropped them.

Then what use are you?

Brenda!

Put down the gun.

Come on.
There's no way out of this.

Let them go.

Why?

So you can shoot me,

and then my woods can go back
to being an amusement park?

It's over.
Lower your gun.

No.

No, how about this?

You lower your gun,
or I put these two down,

just like those bastards
who put down my wolves.

Okay.

Let them go,
and I'll toss my gun.

Drop it.

Now the gun.

First, you got
to let them go.

Or I could just
shoot you all.

You're not gonna do that.

And why is that?

Because I can tell you
who really killed

your wolves, Brenda.

Now toss it.

Talk!

My wolves--who killed them?

You've always been a free
thinker, haven't you, Brenda?

Most people accept society
as it is, but not you.

You saw it as a cage.

That's why I left.

That is why I purchased
this beautiful property,

because I wanted to be free.

Yeah, that's what
you told yourself.

Why else would I buy it?

You didn't buy this land
'cause you wanted to be free.

You bought it so
that you could kill,

because you knew
you were a killer.

And here, you can do it freely.

Tell me who put
down my wolves,

or I'll pull this trigger!

You fed everyone this lie

that you wanted
to conserve nature,

you wanted to protect it.

And maybe, yeah, maybe you
believed it for a second.

But it's been all
about you, hasn't it?

You wanted to kill.

You wanted to feel powerful.

And your wolves, they were just
a tool to help you get there.

You have no idea what
you're talking about.

I cared for my wolves
with all my heart.

No, you didn't.

Because if you did,
you wouldn't have trained them

to hunt people for sport.

You want to know
who killed your wolves?

You did.

Bex, are you hit?

No, I'm good.
I'm good.

You left one in the chamber.

Yeah.
Lucky she didn't see.

All right. Let's go.

I don't think that was luck.

Pick your poison.

We got whisky, gin, and...

Kahlua.

We got what we got.

I'll take the gin.

Oh, and some peanuts.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

The liver is evil
and must be punished.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Here's to not getting shot.

Cheers.

Mm.
Mm-mm.

Uh, you have any
plans later tonight?

Don't worry.

19 years happily married,
thank you very much.

No, when we get back,
there's a place I know

where we can get a real drink.

There's something
I want to run by you.

Okay.

Mm.

Ah.

Thank you.

Oh, wow.

Love the local flair.

Yeah, it reminds me
of my folks' place.

Yeah, I know, right?

Uh, my family immigrated to
Houston when I was a kid.

And my parents thought
if they bought

every kitschy Texas knickknack
from the neighborhood Buc-ee's,

it'd make it easier
for us to fit in.

Actually, they still do that.

Why do you have footage
of Odell on your tablet?

How much do you know about
where Odell went after the FBI?

He went to the Pit,
and that was news to me.

Before that.

Were you two still in touch
after the dismissal?

You mean after
he burnt a guy alive?

Yeah, no, I--I cut ties.

Why?

Well, it would seem that
Odell has some missing time.

The two years before he
started working at the Pit,

I can't account for him.

He's gone.

No record of him anywhere.

What are you suggesting?

That whatever he was doing,

he didn't want anyone
to know about it.

What happened with Odell,
him killing that monster,

look, I saw what it did to him.

He needed to get as far away
from what he did as possible.

So two years?

I'm surprised it wasn't ten.

Maybe.

Then again,

you didn't watch
any of the footage, did you?

Do you want to live in the lie?

Or do you want
to know the truth?

Three minutes before the blast,
Odell got a call

from a burner phone
with an encrypted SIM.

He immediately moves
to the computer,

disables the server's firewall,

and transfers thousands
of classified files

to a flash drive.

He then beelines it
straight for the exit,

like he knows what's coming.

And he never warned anyone
what was about to happen.

No, no.

There's an explanation
for this.

I know Odell.

He--there's no
way he's involved.

Are you sure about that?

Something tells me there's a
lot more Odell is lying about.

He knows exactly
what happened here.

I think it all goes back
to those two missing years.

They're asking questions.

Why don't you let
me worry about that?

Odell is compromised.

And I think whoever called
to warn him

is behind the blast
at the prison.

I'll be in touch.