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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.

[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!

.

[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?

* *