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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.

Are you gonna ask me out or what?

No.

Maybe.

Your father is the only one who can tell me

who my biological mother is.

Can I speak with him?

You know you can't.

It's my mother.

Hi, Shane.

We need to talk.

Let's talk about serial killers.

Was the bay area butcher born a killer,

or did his environment turn him into one?

Is a sociopath a result of nature or nurture?

Well, that is a question that has plagued scientists

and academics for centuries.

In fact, some behavioral psychiatrist at Quantico

is probably asking that very question right now.

Unfortunately, they're looking for an answer

they'll never find.

I propose, while environment clearly plays a part,

it is the anatomical structure of one's brain,

our nature,

that will determine which of us will become the next butcher.

Hey, man, you spare a few bucks?

Just trying to get a hot meal.

Tell you what, I'll do you one better.

I'm looking for paid participants

for a research study.

If you're interested, I'll offer you a hot meal

and $20 on top.

What do you say?

Cold night to be on the streets?

Yeah... I'm working on getting a place.

Saving up.

I'm assuming your family can't help?

No, man, I kind of got no one.

My wife makes these, and they're just... just delicious.

Here, please help yourself.

Unless you'd rather not take candy from a stranger.

No, I love toffee. Thanks.

So you're some kind of teacher?

Yes, neuroscience.

I have an md and phd, which means I practice,

and I do research.

Wow.

I barely graduated daycare.

Well, I'm sure you'll find your purpose in this world.

Yeah, school was never really...

never really...

Well, good news, Johnny.

Your life will not be in vain.

I mean, I don't want to sound condescending,

but let's be honest, you were going nowhere fast.

What happened?

Just relax.

Almost there.

No.

No, no, no, no!

There's really only so much you can learn

from textbooks and teachers.

Real knowledge can only be gained through experience

and taking chances that most people just

don't have the stomach for.

One of those chances might just turn out to change the world.

And who knows, Johnny,

you might still prove to be more important

than you ever imagined.

I'm sorry, I don't... I don't know.

This is... is a lot to take in.

I understand.

When did you realize?

The moment I saw you in the command center.

So I pulled your military DNA records

and ran them against mine.

When I was an inmate at the pit,

Dr. Dulles used to let me watch some of your sessions with him.

Those moments meant everything to me.

- Then once I was out of the pit... - Graduated?

That's what Dulles liked to call it.

And I finally had my freedom,

he still refused to tell me anything more about you

or where you lived.

And then... 20 years later, here you are.

I'm... I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say.

You don't have to say anything.

This can be whatever you want it to be.

Or don't.

But I would very much like to get to know you.

You have my eyes.

Half-caf with cream and two sugars.

Someone's paying attention.

Details matter.

- But did you... - Pour the decaf in first?

Yes.

Although I haven't figured out why you do that.

And I plan on remaining a mystery.

Morales.

What do we got?

Facial rec picked up this photo.

It was sent by a Harvard undergrad to his roommates.

I assume we already accessed the phones remotely

and scrubbed the image?

- Done. - Don't tell congress.

And the students have no idea they just captured a real image

of Sidney Fairfax.

The Boston 9 case.

Guess he was more than a person of interest.

Boston 9... why does that sound so familiar?

It's an infamous unsolved case from 1990 to 1995.

Nine bodies were found buried in the remote woods

beside the Concord river,

each with a section of their brain removed.

It's never just a good old shot to the chest anymore,

is it?

What?

You know what I meant.

You know, these cuts look very professional.

I mean, almost surgical.

That's what the cops thought, too,

which is why Sidney Fairfax,

an esteemed professor wound up on their radar,

along with other rumored suspects.

But before they could build a case,

he died in a one-car accident driving home from Harvard.

Big air quotes on that "one."

Sounds to me like somebody figured out

Fairfax was the Boston 9 guy,

didn't want the public to know the truth,

so they disappeared him inside the pit.

You're right, this is the first time

the pit has faked the death of an inmate

before they were caught for their crimes.

What do we have on his therapies?

From what I'm seeing, he was never officially treated.

There are no therapies, no treatment logs, nothing.

Whoever hid him in the pit really wanted

to make sure he vanished.

Ok, morales, can you and the team pull up

any public information... biographies, interviews,

anything that he's done?

Anything we can use to get inside his head.

- We're on it. - Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

You ok?

Yeah, yeah,

just set my alarm to P.M., like an idiot.

Where are we headed?

Boston.

Hope you brought a jacket.

Hello, professor.

Professor alanson?

Hello?

Campus.

Hippo... hippopota... campus.

Campumus is the hippopamplemousse.

Professor?

A-Are you ok?

Help me.

Help!

Somebody, help!

All right, note the slightly reduced

volume in the prefrontal lobe,

the moderately reduced connections

between the amygdala and the prefrontal cortex.

Every serial killer I have studied

shares a number of these anatomical features.

Well, you may be wondering, if we can just

scan someone's brain and determine their predisposition

toward murderous violence, shouldn't we be able to stop

them before they start?

Unfortunately, not so simple,

because these unique structures

are not isolated to killers alone.

For example, structurally, this patient's brain

is no different from your average serial killer.

Yet this scan belongs to...

My assistant, Mr. Clive alanson.

So far, he hasn't killed anyone that we know of.

So we have to ask, why is one a killer

and the other my assistant?

Where is that biological switch inside their minds?

And what flips it from off to on?

Loves the sound of his own voice, doesn't he?

Yeah, he does.

Five years old Fairfax was labeled a gifted child

and wound up skipping several grades.

In multiple interviews, he mentions feeling

completely out of step with his much older classmates.

It's my guess that over time,

Fairfax's antisocial traits

bloomed into a full-blown lifestyle.

So he retreated into academia, where his smarts were an asset,

- not a liability. - Let me guess.

He's one of those kids that went to Harvard at 16.

15.

At 20, he had his md and his phd.

And at 25, he was a tenured professor and a leading voice

in the convergence of criminal anatomy,

neuroscience, and antisocial personality disorder.

Doogie howser, the serial killer.

Now, that is a show I would watch.

Hey, what's the over-under on serial killers being geniuses?

On TV, yeah, pretty high, but not in real life.

Sidney Fairfax was in his own class of mind,

like a Ted kaczynski, another Ivy leaguer,

or a Rodney alcala.

Alcala.

The dating game killer, ucla.

If these guys are such brilliant geniuses,

why are they making such horrible life choices?

'Cause he didn't see it as a horrible life choice.

Sidney savored the power and control he felt

over killing an innocent person.

He could recognize his victim's distress but didn't weight it.

The consequences of his actions on others

meant absolutely nothing to him.

Plus, being a professor would have allowed him

to hide in plain sight.

I'm sure that was part of the thrill.

Yeah, super-thrilling stuff.

Hey, morales, what's up?

I've been monitoring Boston pd scanners.

Get this, Fairfax had an assistant named clive alanson.

- Yeah, we know who he is. - Was.

Alanson was just found dead in his lab at Harvard.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Whoa.

I did not take the professor for a "hell raiser" fan.

If morales can identify what these pins are,

maybe we can figure out where Fairfax got them.

What are we thinking? Torture?

There's an injection site on his carotid.

Fairfax drugged him.

If he wanted to torture him, he would have left him wide awake.

Ok, so what are you thinking?

Like, this was punishment, or?

Whatever it was, we need to figure out

where this mad scientist is going next.

Morales, where are you with facial rec,

traffic cams, anything?

Still nothing.

What are you thinking, bex?

Let's find out if the kid who found him is still on campus.

They think I did it.

They told me to get a lawyer.

I... I don't have a lawyer.

Hey, Jack, I need you to do something for me, ok?

Can you make two fists?

Both hands?

Tight.

Squeeze really hard.

Now release.

You just went through something really horrible,

and right now, your brain is flooding your body with...

with epinephrine and cortisol.

Yeah, by squeezing my fist,

I am flushing the blood to my muscles

where chemicals can be absorbed.

Yeah, yeah.

Jack, we don't think that you killed alanson.

Can you get me out of here?

We can, and we will, but we just need to ask you

a few questions first.

Can you tell us anything about those pins?

Our colleague identified them as electrodes

used in deep-brain stimulation.

That's right.

They're incredibly cutting edge.

Whoever killed alanson, could they have

gotten those pins in the lab?

Yes, but I've never seen dbs electrodes

implanted in those areas of the skull before.

- Why not? - 'Cause it's crazy.

It's unsafe.

It could cause strokes, hemorrhages.

Do you know anyone who would implant them like that?

No, but I... I can tell you, whoever did

definitely knew what they were doing.

I mean, those were freehand burr holes.

I... I don't follow.

Only a highly skilled brain surgeon

trained in the latest technology could have done that.

Hey, Shane. It's Sarah.

I just wanted you to know my dad passed away

a few nights ago in his sleep.

I'm just glad he went peacefully.

We can talk whenever.

Shane.

Morales, I need you to pull up Tom beecher's medical file.

Yeah. Why not?

Since we're on the topic of barbaric

experimental brain surgeries.

How is it that a guy who's in prison for 30 years

performs a cutting-edge surgery with technology

that was developed decades after he wound up in the pit?

You don't think Fairfax was just sitting on the bench.

No, I think he was working down there.

I mean, look, Tom beecher, he had brain surgeries

performed in the pit.

We always assumed that it was Dulles.

But what if Fairfax was the one actually performing them?

I'm sending you beecher's records now.

Take a look at the letters next to Dulles's signature.

Sf, Sidney Fairfax.

Seems like Dulles wasn't the only one

using pit inmates as specimens.

There are at least 20 other patients with sf initials

in their medical files,

and that's just after a 15-second search.

Also explains why Fairfax's pit files never existed.

He wasn't just an inmate.

He was a visiting professor.

Can I help you?

Willa Sanchez?

Yes.

I'm with the university.

My name is Dr. Fairfax.

Dr. Charles, we were hoping that you could

help us with another inmate.

What can you tell us about professor Sidney Fairfax?

Was there any way that he continued his work

when he was in the pit?

Sidney's time in the pit was regrettable.

Yes, he continued his research.

He was even encouraged to by Dr. Dulles.

Fairfax believed that serial killers' brains shared

specific anatomical traits, that biology could predict

an individual's potential for murder.

So the population inside the pit

offered him access to hundreds of ideal test subjects.

Dr. Dulles was fascinated by Sidney's work,

despite the obvious moral erosion.

Ok.

What can you tell us about Fairfax's work

in deep-brain stimulation?

Sidney believed in select patients,

he could use dbs to stimulate dormant, violent tendencies

in nonviolent subjects.

Like flipping a biological switch in their minds.

A noble pursuit if the goal simply

had been to flip the switch off in violent offenders.

Are you saying it wasn't?

I'm saying when it comes to the pit,

things are never as simple as they seem.

- If a switch can be turned off... - It can be turned on.

Exactly.

Dulles believed it was impossible.

Of course inside the pit,

there weren't any nonviolent offenders

to test his theory upon.

So he used other inmates as disposable lab rats.

Ok, so who is right?

We'll never know.

Dulles lost his mind.

And without Dulles, Fairfax stayed locked in his cell.

Until now.

Morales.

I've got a report of a 911 call about an injured woman

wandering the streets of Cambridge.

She had, "things drilled into her head."

ID says Willa Sanchez.

Get this to the team

and find out what hospital they're taking her to.

I'm going to have the doctor come speak with you.

Ok, thank you.

I have been on this since the beginning.

They're still working to stabilize Willa Sanchez.

But they said they would let me know... Shane.

Hey.

Sorry.

Is Willa going to make it?

Are you ok?

You're just really out of it today.

Does this have anything to do with

why you were late this morning?

Shane.

Bureaucratic son of a bitch.

That was Langley.

Lazarus played me.

Her whole balance of power speech, garbage.

What happened?

She leveraged the attack on Cyrus's convoy

to assume military control over all future prisoner transports.

What? She can do that?

She just did.

You can see her now.

It's one visitor at a time, and it has to be quick.

The or is already prepped.

Willa.

Willa, my name is Rebecca Henderson.

I'm here to help you.

I want to catch the man that did this to you.

I'm... I'm late for class.

No. You're in the hospital.

Willa, can you hear me?

No, no, no, no, I can't be late.

I think we need to end this here.

No, no, no, no, no! No, I can't be late.

What are you going to be late for, Willa?

Doctor, he's at class.

Always at class.

Which class will you be late for?

N-N-N... Neuro... neuro... neuro... neuroscience.

She's getting agitated. That's enough.

He locks the doors. Can't be late.

- Who? Who locks the doors? - The professor.

Professor Fairfax?

Professor Dulles.

So Willa Sanchez knew Dulles.

Dulles knew Fairfax.

Who knew clive alanson.

Who had the brain of a benign psychopath.

You think Fairfax targeted Willa

because she had the same type of brain as alanson?

What if Fairfax was still trying

to win his argument with Dr. Dulles

and use Dulles's former students at mit to do so?

Hey, morales.

We need everything the pit has on Dr. Dulles.

I hate to say it, but we've exhausted

everything we have on Dulles.

Except he does have a daughter

who lives in Boston, Sarah Dulles.

- Ok. - All right.

Send us her information.

Maybe she knows something.

Yep, on it.

She doesn't.

What?

She just cleared out her dad's place

and sent me everything that she had.

What the hell are you talking about?

Ok, it's a long story, and I promise, I'm going to explain.

But if Dulles has anything on Fairfax in his files,

it'll be at my apartment.

Morales, I need you and peck to go to Shane's.

Get anything you can find.

Comms off.

We gotta talk.

Why?

Why didn't you tell us about Sarah?

I know, I should have told you earlier, but...

but you thought we wouldn't find out.

No.

No, it's not that at all.

It's... it's complicated.

Look, I told you, I have been searching for

my biological mother, right?

And Dulles, he was my best shot at finding her.

Sarah sent me a message about an hour ago.

Dulles died a few days back.

Days?

You told us weeks ago that he was already dead.

Guys, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about this,

but this was never about me keeping secrets from you.

This was about me finding my mother.

And I did.

Actually, she found me.

She's... Lazarus.

You knew.

For how long?

A couple days.

I was gonna tell you.

But you didn't.

What... you kept it from me.

Yeah, we could say the same thing about you.

What?

These aren't even close to the same thing.

No, I didn't have to tell you about this,

but I still did.

Sure, months later, after you intentionally lied to us.

I have never withheld anything

that could jeopardize a case.

Never, never.

This was strictly personal.

You know what?

- If he... - no, no. Stop, stop, stop.

What, am I supposed to go after him?

Fairfax is out there.

Let's focus on that.

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world,

Dulles's files were in Shane's apartment all along.

Yeah.

You don't seem surprised.

I'm learning not to be shocked by anything

when it comes to this job, or anyone.

No.

No, Shane is solid.

Whatever this is, he had a good reason.

Wait.

Look at this. It's... Willa Sanchez.

This is from a 2002 longitudinal study

when Dulles was still chair at mit.

The cohort is 30 freshmen students.

"Subject shows signs of reduced frontal lobe volume,

"reduced connections between the prefrontal cortex

and the amygdala."

That's the way Fairfax described

the bay area butcher's brain at his lecture.

If everyone from this study has the same description...

Dulles must have shared it with Fairfax at the pit.

Any one of these people could be Fairfax's next victim.

Got it. Yes, ma'am.

I'll let the team know.

Guys, I've got locations on all 30 individuals

who participated in the study.

Only three are still in the area.

Sending you their addresses now.

None of these are far.

We're on it.

You've reached Sarah Dulles.

I can't come to the phone right now.

Please leave a message.

Hey, Sarah.

It's... well, it's Shane.

I'm actually in Boston,

and, well, I... I learned some things,

and I was hoping we could talk.

So, I... I looked at your dad's place, but...

you're not home.

Sir?

Sir, I'm with the police.

Damn.

Buddy.

We need to get you some help, all right?

But first, I need to know, where is professor Fairfax?

Ok.

It's Shane.

Hey.

421 pine street now.

I'm going to need you to put the plates down.

Listen. Listen, buddy.

I do not want to hurt you.

Help is on the way.

I need you to stay where you are, ok?

No!

Just relax, ok?

I'm here to help you.

Whoa, whoa! Hey!

Sorry.

Ok. All right.

There again, reduced activity in the amygdala.

But the orbitofrontal cortex is higher than average.

For his age group, yes,

but he is already showing signs

of an overly active ventral striatum.

We'll see what happens once he hits puberty.

Shane, keep going.

Ok.

I just want to do better than last time.

If I do better, can I go home?

You can go home when we're done.

You're awake.

Splendid.

I cannot tell you how often I have thought

about you over the years.

The little boy born in the pit.

There was always something so special about you.

You remember me?

No, no, no.

It's ok if you don't.

But I think that you and I are haunted by the same question...

nurture or nature?

Guys, that address is Dulles's townhouse.

Right. Go right.

Yeah, I'm familiar with which way right is.

Dulles wanted you to have a happy childhood

to prove that environment shapes

the mind more than biology.

He wanted so desperately for you just to be a normal kid.

But somewhere inside him, he knew you couldn't be.

And I think that you, my perfect test subject,

have been brought back to me

like some act of divine Providence

to finally prove that I am right.

Psychopathy on demand is possible.

If only Dulles were here to see this.

What... you have something to add?

You don't know what you're talking about.

You want to see a killer's brain?

Why don't we open up your head?

I'll bet you've taken more lives than I have, my friend.

Not... in the line of duty and self-defense.

It was protecting people.

It's not... it's not the same thing.

I know you believe that, but when we're done here,

you will understand the truth about yourself.

You will understand what it means

to be the son of Evelyn Lazarus.

Or do you call her Caitlin?

You know nothing about her anymore.

I helped make Evelyn Lazarus what she is today.

I think I know a thing or two.

Your mother was just the beginning, Shane.

But you, I think, may be the end.

I have waited 30 years to get inside

that little head of yours.

Yeah, you can drill all the holes you want,

but the only psychopath down here is you.

Let's find out.

That's a good boy.

Sir.

He's alive.

Sir, can you hear me?

Don't worry, this is just a mild sedative.

It won't knock you out,

but it will keep you from moving around too much

once I start to cut.

You'll be pleased to know that brain tissue

has no pain receptors.

Unfortunately, the scalp most certainly does.

So if you can handle the drill... We're gold.

So let's just give that a moment,

and then we can begin.

Shane, you're doing great.

Don't scream.

They don't like it when we scream.

911, what's your emergency?

We need an ambulance at 421 pine.

Where the hell is Shane?

Shane can't have just disappeared into thin air.

What are we missing?

We need to talk to someone

that knew Fairfax and Dulles.

Agent Henderson?

Shane was taken by Sidney Fairfax.

Look, I know you care about him as much as I do.

How can I help?

We tracked Fairfax to a townhouse owned by Dr. Dulles.

There is no sign that Shane or Fairfax are here.

You're in the right place, just not the right level.

We searched the whole house.

No, you haven't.

Of course, there's a creepy doorway.

Fairfax, freeze!

Make one more move, and I will shoot you where you stand.

Well, that would be a terrible miscalculation,

because I've got a cranial drill

4 millimeters from plunging into little Shane's

temporal lobe.

I don't know, doc.

I'm a pretty good shot.

Well, you're welcome to take your chances, ok?

But I'm telling you that one flick of my finger,

and it's the end for your friend here.

Wait, stop!

Shane is not your lab rat.

He is brave and selfless.

He is a decorated marine,

and yet he is way too humble to actually talk about that.

He also has the brain of a killer.

So...

It doesn't matter how many holes you drill,

you won't change who Shane is, who he has chosen to be.

He cares more deeply about people

than anyone I have ever met.

He is kind, he's loyal, and he can quite literally

fall asleep wherever.

What do you possibly hope to gain

with these stupid sentimental arguments?

Time.

He's down.

It took you guys long enough.

Yeah, we were pretty pissed.

You know, you didn't need to get abducted

to remind us how much we care about you.

Worked, didn't it?

All right, the team just cleaned up

everything at Dulles's place.

And Fairfax's body is en route back to Cheyenne.

What a day.

So listen, I want to...

I want to say something to you guys.

Listen, you're good, man.

We're sorry.

You don't need to say anything.

No, I... I do.

So I've had this secret from the time I was 15.

That's when I found out

my biological mother was a murderer.

Since then, I've been keeping that secret, you know?

And I've spent so long just guarding it

and keeping people at arm's length because of it

that I...

I've never known how to put it down.

But now, for the first time, maybe ever, with you two,

I have something to lose.

So I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

To putting it all out in the open.

I will drink to that.

Got your message.

Please, come sit.

I wanted to thank you for saving Shane's life

and for ridding the world of Dr. Sidney Fairfax.

Yeah.

Ok, I'm not really sure what this is,

but you should know that Shane has told us everything.

Not everything.

There are still some pieces I haven't shared with him.

So what, you're gonna share them with me now?

There's no excuse for what I did,

but there is context.

Were you ever bullied in school, Rebecca?

Bullies aren't just in school.

Indeed, but mine were.

And they were merciless.

I was 17 years old, not comfortable in my own skin,

and I was not equipped to navigate what was done to me.

I didn't care about the consequences.

All I cared about was if I became the killer,

I'd no longer be the victim.

What I didn't know was that there was something

wrong with me, what I would later come to understand

as homicidal psychopathy.

But Dr. Dulles and the pit cured me.

I served my time, and now I serve my country.

It's a very sympathetic story.

Reform is possible, Rebecca.

And I'm living proof.

She's here.

Hey, how'd it go with Lazarus?

I think she's one of the most dangerous sociopaths

I've ever met.

And whatever she's up to, we're gonna stop her.