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Previously on The Hunting Party. Dr. Dulles, you have a visitor.

Hi, Dad.

Who's that speaking with Dr. Dulles just now? That was his son. And Dr.

Dulles' daughter.

He doesn't have... How much time you got?

Oliver's not lying about this. There is something going on in Silo 12 that we

are not supposed to see. It has to do with the blast. Which is why we have to

see for ourselves.

Yeah, great.

All three of us.

This wasn't a breach.

It was a massacre.

I know this drug.

It's that same one they gave Richard Harris.

We believe that art is an act of creation.

But when a sculptor approaches a raw block of marble, is she creating?

No. She's attacking it, disfiguring it,

obliterating.

Art is destruction, not construction.

Art is death.

The tragic playwrights of ancient Greece, they understood this.

Destroy an object's purity.

Bend it to your will. Take that raw material and shape it into a statement.

It must shock.

No one can resist a catastrophe.

It pulls at the imagination, stirs raw emotion.

An artist has to call forth something so awful that it will forever be seared

into the viewer's psyche.

Something for which the artist will be remembered.

Professor Glenn, come with us.

I am not finished.

Denise Glenn, you are under arrest for the murder of six people.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in court.

I could look like good people.

Sort of.

Don't get me wrong, I had a great childhood, but my parents kept secrets

my whole life.

My dad and I were never close for many reasons.

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

His work, which he never talked about, always came first. Speaking of your

work...

Right before my mom died, she admitted to me that I wasn't her biological

I was adopted.

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

had approached them about a research study involving adopted children. But

was one condition that I would meet with Dr. Dulles, your father, every week

for pretty much my whole childhood.

He said he was my therapist.

But I...

Your father is the only one who can tell me who my biological parents really

are. Well, what does he say when you ask him?

Different things every time. Sometimes he remembers a woman, but not her name

what she looks like. And other times he just rambles about old experiments.

Right, yeah, because his mind is completely gone.

Sarah, it's not. He recognizes me.

It's in moments, but he does. And I think if I can get him to see me...

Like, really see me. He will remember.

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

I do. And I'm sorry, but I just want to know who I am.

Please.

Don't think about it.

I told you everything I know about Silo 12. How do we even know you're telling

the truth?

You don't.

But I am. Look, I swear to you, I don't know any of the names of the people who

met in that boardroom, okay? All I know is that that is where our scientists

would present their research. To who? Okay?

Defense contractors, big pharmas, CEOs, bigwigs. Okay, so any of these bigwigs

could have been responsible for the blast. What company was there the

the blast? I told you I don't know. No, but you knew that Silo 12 had been

breached minutes before the pit exploded.

How? My contact told me. Your contact?

Did your contact also instruct you to pull terabytes of classified pit data

the mainframe? Oh, is that your own bright idea?

We have CCTV footage of your office minutes before the blast.

In the event of a breach, it's the warden's duty to secure data. That was

protocol. Protocol.

Yeah, I was doing my job. Good job.

Have you been using that footage to poison banks again? Are you guys done?

Or do I need to get a tape measure to settle this? Come on, back off.

Enough. We're after the same thing.

Yeah, what's that?

The truth, for crying out loud.

Just got another hit.

All right.

I'll get my people to analyze this IV bag, and we'll know who made it within

hours. Great. So then, please stay on track.

We're up.

Victim was just found on a park bench in St. Louis, throat slit and posed.

That's the M .O. of Mew's murder, Denise Glenn.

She came to the pit in 2015.

Looks like she's back at it.

Well, I wish it were that simple.

We know exactly where she is.

How?

We pulled her out of the rubble a couple hours after the blast.

Well, let's pull up the status report for inmate number 827.

Okay, but if it's not Denise...

Who's out there doing her job?

Denise Glenn was pulled from the rubble six hours after the bust.

Okay, is it possible this is a random copycat?

Well, it did make a splash in the media. They were studied, written about,

speculated on. So could it be like a superfan?

To have a copycat emerge weeks after a mass exodus from the pit? It's too

coincidental. Well, assuming it is just some other escaped pit inmate, why would

they take on Denise's M .O. instead of returning to their own?

What were her pit treatments like?

One -on -one talk therapy with the pit psychologist.

Okay, can we talk to the psychologist?

No. died in the blast but we do have video of the sessions and of something

denise was allowed to sculpt just her alone closely monitored in a therapy

what'd she make clay figurines morales can you review those tapes and find

anything no matter how small that might shed some light on it and shane you said

all the prisoners were siloed but were there any instances where they conversed

with each other there are rumors Like tapping on walls, passing in notes, but

never saw anything, and they're always blindfolded outside their cells.

She never had contact with any other inmates.

She found a way to convert someone to her cause.

You've got Denise in custody.

Why don't we just ask her?

Look, I want to catch the killer as much as anyone.

But before I make that call, I need concrete proof that this was done by an

escapee and not some copycat. You know, I better get to St. Louis fast.

Find that proof before our mystery enemy kills again.

Why did you kill the ballerina?

It wasn't about the killing.

It was an act of reverence.

I saw a true artist at work. The power, beauty, grace of those limbs. What I

saw, I saw the embodiment of the essence of dance.

It was a perfect tribute to Terpsichore. So you destroyed her?

I didn't destroy her.

I immortalized her.

by cutting her throat a dancer in their prime has what five ten good years in

her career before she withdraws into obscurity no one is going to forget her

now thanks to me at age 35

denise glenn was the youngest tenured art history professor at st louis

university and You're the only one with six homicides to their name. They're an

underachiever, huh? Denise considered herself an artist, first and foremost.

Her obsession with death and tragedy came through in her writings and

but at the end of the day, her life was actually pretty boring. Came from a

stable, loving home, no major abuse or trauma.

Do you think some people are just born bad?

I think there's some debate about that.

Some people aren't equipped with the ability to empathize with others, and

can evolve into sociopathy, acute narcissism, or worse, in this case, it

Denise's little art project.

This was all the different names.

Each kill was an homage to a specific Greek muse.

Victims were gifted high achievers at the top of their field, and their deaths

were offerings to the muse that supposedly gave them these talents.

Valley, Darlet, for the muse of dance, an award -winning author for the muse of

epic, and a copycat took a page right out of her book.

Killed a cellist for Euterpe, the muse of music.

How many muses are there? Nine.

Okay, show off.

My kids really love Greek mythology.

Denise only made it through six of the nine muse killings before she was

So she never finished her project?

Nope. So there's what, three left? Two, after the cellist.

Urania, the muse of astronomy, and Erato, the muse of mimicry. How are we

supposed to get out ahead of that?

Mimicry's like, uh, like mimes, right?

Uh, close.

It's more like mimics.

That makes sense.

Yeah.

Denise's chase file referred to a sketchbook. Police broke the case off of

grainy CCTV of a hooded figure completing the six muses. And in the

figure is referring to a sketchbook. But post -arrest, police never found it.

They looked everywhere.

Well, that sketchbook sounds like a how -to manual to complete Denise's

killings. Maybe she told our inmate where to find it. Oh, assuming it was an

escaped inmate.

Vic is a street musician. He's performed in parks all over the city. Seems like

people love this guy.

The killer posed him in the act just like the others.

And he's always made her victims celebrate their artistry, even in death.

The attention to detail is impressive.

But a superfan could get all this from the newspapers.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold on.

Epsilon for Euterpe.

There's our proof.

I don't follow.

The medical examiner's report said that each victim had a Greek letter carved

into them. That's not a detail that was disclosed to the press.

The superfan wouldn't know that.

Then an inmate would actually fit underneath the sketchbook wood.

How's that for concrete?

We have to talk to Denise, honey, now.

I'll make the call. You go back to headquarters, you can interview the

there. What are you guys going to do?

All I have, Morales, is pull a local police blotter. There was a break -in at

the University Archives a couple of nights ago. Seems more than a

Okay. Keep me posted.

Yep.

It's all yours.

Go.

She here?

Any minute.

Okay, well, I went over the court transcripts.

I've never seen a megalomaniac like this before.

Denise went against the advice of her attorneys and spent hours in court

preaching about her place in history.

She even convinced her first lawyer to help her with an unsuccessful escape

attempt. Easy slam dunk for the prosecution, at least.

Bex, I know that you're more than capable of handling Denise on your own.

I am.

Well, let's be real. Two is always better than one.

Especially us two.

Got my back?

Always.

Sorry. Let me see.

She's here.

It's like riding a bike.

Absolutely.

Well, warden, I was really hoping that you were dead.

Denise Glenn, I am Special Agent Henderson, and I... You've already met

warden. I never forget a pretty face.

And yours will be one that I will certainly remember.

Perfect bone structure, strong chin, and a beauty mark that draws the eye in

just the right amount. Okay, let's start with...

Do you guys want to take five and gather your thoughts?

No, we're quite all right. Why don't you go ahead?

There's a crime scene in St. Louis with your name all over it. We know the

killer was a fellow pit inmate. I would like a drink of water, please.

Should you deny my request, might I remind you of my right to water, apropos

United Nations Resolution 64.

So the victim was posed playing a cello surrounded by sheet music that spelled

out euterpe.

May I?

Sure.

Hmm.

That is very nice work.

Very, very nice indeed.

Who did it, Professor Glenn?

Well, how am I supposed to know? I've been stuck in a box.

No, you converted an inmate to your cause, so who was it?

It was me.

I teleported out of my cell and I committed the murder.

And then I jumped into my time machine and I made my merry way to Dallas where

shot JFK.

Who's your apprentice?

I'd rather talk about your apprentice right now, Warden.

Slight age gap, subtle deference, yeah.

You want to make him proud, don't you?

But at the same time, remind him that you are as formidable as he is. Maybe

a little bit more.

That's some psychological projection right there. It's a classic defense

mechanism. I'm actually a bit bummed. I thought she would be way more original

than that. What's the next turn of the tables? Drive a wedge between us? I

so, yeah.

Call it women's intuition.

But I just have this pesky feeling that that wedge is already there.

But you still care about her, don't you, Morden? In fact, you would do anything

for your apprentice.

Just like I would do anything for mine.

So tell me, why on earth would I betray them when they have just been so loyal?

Welcome, traveler.

Have you come to see your future?

Come on in.

She didn't deny it was an inmate.

It's as good a confirmation as we're going to get.

But we still have no leverage. How are we going to make her talk?

We have to make her uncomfortable.

Get her on her back foot.

We'll need to bluff her.

Carefully. We've got to tell her with her pants down. There's no going back.

Guys, I was reviewing Denise's sculpting videos.

You need to take a look.

Nothing was taken.

But I had to report it because a guy busted a window to get in.

Probably four or five hundred to fix it.

They don't make windows like that anymore, so we special order.

So this row is all about Greco -Roman art?

If you say so.

I'm not a librarian.

Take your time. Thank you.

Thanks.

Our killer knew exactly where to find Denise's sketchbook.

When I saw that mirror, I obviously started wondering, who is watching from

other side?

It's an observation room for scientists and psychologists.

And for inmates.

Inmates? Yeah. Before you were hired, Denise's therapist would have his other

patients watch Denise sculpt.

How do you know that? I found a pattern in the treatment log.

See, whenever Denise was in here being filmed, a simultaneous video for a

separate treatment was being shot in room 062.

Over the next few years, a dozen inmates were put in that room on rotation. I

pulled the other inmates' files.

Psychologists called it fixation displacement therapy.

Let me guess. They were all stalker obsessive types with mommy issues.

Yeah, the aim was to transfer their obsession onto Denise so that the doctor

could observe it, understand it, control it. But they never got to interact.

No, but I did find this.

They gave them her figurines.

Yeah, major egg. Okay, sorry, this is assuming that Denise knows about all

which is a massive if, but that still doesn't explain how she convinced one of

these 12 inmates to go complete her life's work.

But somehow she did.

Hey, we just had a big break.

Same here. Denise hid her sketchbook in the university library.

Her apprentice broke in three days ago to get it.

Well, now we just need to narrow down our list of potential suspects.

Six confirmed dead, six unaccounted for.

Six is better than 12.

But how do we know which of the six is Denise's apprentice?

Denise is still the only one who can confirm their identity, and she is very

happy to have us spin our wheels, knowing that it gives her apprentice

more time to kill. So then we use that arrogance against her, play into it

somehow. She would love to have the smartest.

I got it. Okay.

We're going to swap them all.

We'll label the dead ones missing and the missing ones dead. We'll see if we

provoke a reaction.

Let's have them all reprinted, okay?

There. Yeah.

On second thought, I think I would rather have a vodka martini with a

vermouth. And if you want to make me really happy, then a little twist of

You're so enjoying this, aren't you? Sure. Yeah, it's been a while since I've

been able to flex my creativity even just a little bit.

Hey, Denise, did you enjoy being ogled through the observation window?

I always imagined that it was some bored, perverted scientist.

Women have a sixth sense of when they're being studied.

Don't we, Agent Henderson?

Some know how to use it to their advantage.

Oh, like by getting whoever was on the other side of that mirror to find your

plans and carry them out, is that what you mean? We know there were blueprints.

So what was it?

A sketchbook? Journal?

Muse murders for dummies?

What do you have there?

We have identified 12 suspects as your potential apprentice.

Oh. Well, come on then.

Let's see him.

Okay. You know what?

Forget the twist of lemon.

I'll take it dirty.

I'll pay you.

You saw that, right? Oh, yeah. Sir Fay said it all. That's definitely our guy.

Swapping the status was genius.

Craig Martin has the need for the apprentice.

At least now we know who we're looking for.

Problem is, can we stop him before he hurts someone else?

Deep lines.

Lines of struggle.

Of survival.

Of resilience.

You know darkness.

But there's a silver lining.

Rarely do I see a lifeline this long.

Yes, such wonderful things ahead.

How long is your lifeline?

Go. Tell me.

How long is yours?

I'd like you to leave.

Now. One more thing.

First.

What is that?

Your future.

Want to see?

Craig Martin, the only child of Elaine Martin, father unknown. Elaine, on top

several citations for prostitution, struggled with a heroin addiction

Craig's childhood.

Little Craig got a front row seat not just to her drug habit, but how she paid

for it.

She was a junkie, man, turning tricks for a fix. And me, I was the kid in the

closet, hiding, while she got screwed by some lowlife who couldn't even look her

in the eye.

Some of the Johns would give me a $5 bill, a candy bar.

Even they cared more than she did to her. I was just a stain on the mattress.

Just imagine who I could have been if I had a mother that baked cookies and

tucked me in at night.

Okay, I think we get the point.

Martin grew up with a severe attachment disorder and serious anger issues

towards women.

At 22, he started killing women he met on dating apps.

He'd obsess over them, stalk them, and eventually he rigged their cars with

explosives.

Charming. Yet another reason I stay away from dating apps.

And men.

That all tracks.

Craig was a man with zero sense of self.

Negatively defined by the women in his life.

And psychologists knew this. Gave him someone to fixate on. A mother figure.

Someone that he could idealize.

Someone who could never reject him.

For a woman like that, he'd do anything.

Cause of death is asphyxiation by pendulum.

That's new.

Urania.

Muse of astronomy.

There's only one left.

Erato Muse of Mimicry.

We're running out of time.

So then we go in there with everything. We tell her we know it's Craig Martin.

It won't change anything. Like she said, why would I betray someone when they've

been so loyal to me?

Then we have to play her game.

We have to drive a wedge between them.

No, you're right.

And I think I know how.

Does anyone know Photoshop?

Anyone, Photoshop?

All right, Denise, I hope you've had a fun little sabbatical here, but

unfortunately, it's time to send you back.

What happened?

Well, we know who your apprentice is.

It's just a matter of time before we catch him. Oh, really?

Mm -hmm. How?

Seems your apprentice just couldn't resist making his own mark.

H63. That's a pit inmate number, and it belongs... to Craig Martin.

You gotta admire the balls in this dude. Signing his work, taking credit for

your project.

It's pretty typical of someone with his anger issues towards women.

Ooh.

Not all.

Well, hey, either way, enjoy the ride back to wherever it is they're keeping

murderous psychopaths these days.

You ever think about becoming an actor?

Yeah.

For about a day after my seventh great performance in Into the Woods.

I killed it.

But why did you leave? It seems like you guys have her on the ropes.

It's all part of the plan. One -on -one makes a suspect less defensive.

Now it's up to Bex to bring us over the finish line.

Denise, I get it.

This man had been taking credit for my hard work most of my career, too.

I don't want to go back into a box.

Yeah, well, you're never getting out of prison because the whole world thinks

you're dead, so... Yeah, but you could send me somewhere else.

Yeah.

Maybe. You'd have to give us a little something in return.

Like maybe where Craig Martin might be going next.

He's signing your work, Denise.

And when we catch him, because we will, someone else will be remembered for your

life's work and you will be forgotten.

Okay, fine.

Let your apprentice finish your work for you. Let Craig Martin get all the

notoriety. If I tell you how to catch Craig, you have to guarantee me that the

world never learns his name.

Damn.

The final kill honors Erato, the muse of mimicry.

Back when I was teaching, the head of my department liked to borrow content from

my lectures and claim that they were his own ideas.

His death.

was to be my piece de resistance.

Here is your mimic.

And whoever holds that position now is about to meet my star pupil.

When you create art, you, and only you, bring something to the world that speaks

to our shared experience.

What is he going there to do, Denise?

You'll see.

at the university.

The current head of SLU's School of the Arts is Professor Everett Fogarty.

You're right.

A narcissist like that, all we had to do was target her ego.

Let's hope Shannon and Tony get to him before Craig Martin does.

Just got CCTV footage confirming Craig Martin's on campus.

Morales, get Professor Fogarty on the phone. Tell him to call campus security

and to lock himself in his office.

I tried his phone, but it's off.

He's teaching right now.

Wilson Hall, Lecture Hall 2.

That's Denise's old lecture hall.

I don't know. Something just feels too easy.

Craig Martin is on campus. Our team will have him in hand any minute. Mm -hmm.

It's not sitting right.

She's just too calm.

She's smug.

Something's not right.

Our agents are at the lecture hall. They're going to stop Craig Martin.

It's all going to plan, isn't it?

Yeah. You know, there's just one thing I don't understand, Denise.

Just the one.

Yeah.

Maybe you knew people were watching you during your art therapy sessions. Maybe

you didn't. But I do know that you didn't speak to Craig directly, so...

you get him to find the sketchbook?

Socrates knew that the job of a teacher is to prompt the student to ask the

right questions.

Finally, we're getting somewhere.

When you create art,

You are contributing to the narrative of life itself.

Is something wrong?

Please return to... Don't be afraid.

I'm here with a message from Professor Denise Glenn.

So then you did have a direct conversation with Greg.

The Gestalt principle tells us that the whole is greater than the sum of its

parts.

I'm sorry, put simply for a door kicker like yourself.

What that means is that the true message of a final composition cannot possibly

emerge until all the pieces have been placed. Hey, Denise, okay, we went

all the recordings.

You guys never spoke when the walls were... Oh.

When the walls came down.

Gold star, Agent Henderson.

So what? You were trapped? He came to find you?

I'd never seen this man before in my life.

But he was like a little boy who just found mommy.

He told me the hour a week he got to watch me sculpt was his only reason for

living.

Tried so hard to lift that piece of wall off me.

You should have seen him.

Desperate to save me.

It was kind of pathetic, really.

I mean...

I was his whole world.

Which is how I knew that Craig Martin would never take credit for my work.

It was how I knew that the photograph was a lie.

Because when my Craig is finished, he will publish my book for the whole world

to see.

My muses grip humanity by the face and pry open their eyes, forcing their raw.

Everyone, just remain in your seat. The FBI.

Craig Martin, get on the ground!

Stay calm, everybody! Sit down! Craig, put it down. It's not worth it. It's

over.

Go, go, go!

Greg, stop!

Good job, good job.

Okay.

We got him. Good work, everybody.

We got him. It isn't over.

Craig wasn't just there to kill the professor.

Sonny, do you have the sketchbook? Yes.

Okay, find Erato.

Erato.

This is a sketch of this lecture hall, but it's engulfed in flames.

Craig doesn't start fires. He builds bombs.

C4 on timers. What did he have on him?

Nothing except a book.

Guys, when Craig arrived on campus, he was wearing a backpack.

There is a bomb in that backpack. Find the backpack.

We got a little bit of a problem.

Florence, pull the fire alarm.

Okay, come on.

Tell us something.

We're looking.

What color is the backpack?

Dark blue or black.

That's pretty much all of them.

Hey. Hey!

Which one is it?

Tell me or we all die. I'm grateful for my place in history.

Time to go.

I'll get this gun back.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.

This kind of bomb can take out the whole building. There's six stories above our

heads. There are dozens of classrooms and lecture halls.

I'll never make it out in time.

Can you defuse it? I'm going to have to try.

No. No.

There's no way I'm leaving.

What? What are you doing?

Do you have a family?

This is what we do.

Guys. I'm going to cut this green wire.

You take that red one out, but it needs to happen simultaneously.

Okay? Copy. You know what you're doing?

Only one way to find out.

Ready? Three, two, one, go.

been in a situation like that.

Of all the places I thought death would come to me over the years, Kabul,

Peshawar, Caracas.

Gotta be honest, St. Louis was never on that list.

How about you?

How did this guy fall asleep so fast?

It's just soothing sounding your voice, buddy.

How's your team?

Will you be sending flowers to their families?

Yeah, let me see. I think the total body count was zero.

Because we caught Craig Martin and then we diffused the bomb, so... You're

lying. Am I? You sure about that?

That's mine.

No, no, no. This artifact belongs in the National Archives, Denise. I mean, come

on. Look at this.

Can't let that go to waste.

It's stunning work. I'm so sorry you didn't get to finish.

It's amazing.

You know where else this would look good, actually?

It might look good right here in the trash.

Oh, but don't worry, Denise.

I mean, think about it this way. Most great artists, they're not recognized in

their own time anyway.

And then, well, some artists, they're actually not remembered at all.

Bye, Professor.

Okay. Not bad hand -eye coordination for a self -proclaimed nerd.

Mm -hmm.

No?

Watch the real master at work.

Are these even regulation darts?

Yeah. Don't take it so hard.

My dad used to own a bar, and I'd smoke all my brothers growing up, so... Huh.

Hey! Hey! Nice work, you guys.

Well, we couldn't have done it without our shot callers. Cheers to that.

Here, have a drink. You earned it.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Nice.

Hey, got a minute?

Checked in with my people on the flight back. We found the name of the biotech

firm that made the IV bag.

Whitmore Sciences.

Have you heard of them?

Run by some heavy hitter named James Whitmore.

Specialized in dual -use chemicals.

Silicon Valley, backed by hedge funds for the whole shebang, but that is not

what caught my attention.

That is Whitmore.

That's Senator Long from Wyoming. And that... A .G. Mallory.

Now we know why she wanted to keep a lid on things.

Sorry, I was busy losing money, old friend.

What?

After we talked, I went into my dad's old office.

What is this?

Who are you?

Hello, Denise.

You.

What do you want with me?

Well, you have something that doesn't belong to you.

Don't do this.

Don't do this.

No, don't do this! No!

I'm sorry, Professor.