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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.