Original subtitles

- 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]

- It doesn't matter what we think we know about Lazarus.

Without definitive proof that she was involved

in the attack on the convoy, we have nothing.

- Then we get something.

[gunshots]

[computer beeping]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- All right, so you live around here?

- Yeah, just up ahead. - Oh.

- You don't want to, maybe--

I mean, I could-- I could show it to if you want.

- Yeah. Let's go.

- Yeah.

- ♪ Alone together ♪

♪ You and me, always forever ♪

- Oh, pfft.

Wow, your place is, uh, eclectic.

What are we drinking?

- [clicks tongue] I got something good.

Don't you go anywhere. - Oh, I won't.

Promise.

♪ ♪

- ♪ You and me ♪

♪ Always forever ♪

♪ We could stay ♪

♪ Alone together ♪

- I got this on a trip to Santiago Matatlán in Oaxaca.

It's supposed to be the mezcal capital--

whoa.

- Oh, come on.

Don't get shy on me now.

Party's just getting started.

- You know, I've--

I've actually never done this before.

- Ugh, lucky you.

You'll never forget your first.

[tense music]

- Uh... - Oh, come on.

[softly moaning]

Mm, my God, your heart's racing.

Come on, just try it.

[Goldfrapp's "Ooh La La" playing]

- Yeah. Let's party.

- Yeah.

- [snorts]

♪ ♪

[both chuckle]

- ♪ I need la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

- [gasps] Oh, my God.

Oh, this is so hot.

♪ ♪

Oh, you are so hot.

♪ ♪

What-- what are you doing?

- It makes everything feel so much better.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You trust me?

♪ ♪

[belt cracks]

- ♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ I need ooh, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ I need la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

- [moans]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

[panting]

[heartbeat slowing]

[moans]

[heartbeat stops]

[record crackling]

[gunshots]

[computer chirping]

[tense music]

- Anyone going to offer me a glass of water?

In case anyone forgot, I was shot not long ago.

- That's great.

We're going to deal with this first.

- I was following orders.

How about you?

- Orders from Lazarus?

That means you think the hit on the convoy's sanctioned.

Never mind Noah Cyrus, Peck, U.S. soldiers

were killed in that attack.

And I promise you, not even Lazarus

can protect you from that.

We can, possibly.

When this breaks, it's going to be a hell of a mess,

and you can either be buried under it alongside her,

or we can make a deal,

and you can avoid the firing squad.

[soft dramatic music]

OK, we know that Lazarus hit the convoy as a pretext

to assume control of prisoner transport.

We also know that she's already moved some of the inmates.

What we want to know right now

is where she's moved them and why.

♪ ♪

- You know, Oliver used to talk about you.

I told you he and I crossed a few years back.

Well, I may have undersold that just a little.

We met in Damascus when he first signed up,

working a job for the colonel.

- He already told me about the hit squad.

- He was crazy about you, Bex.

Losing you, that was all that he cared about.

Now, if he didn't tell you the truth,

what makes you think that I will?

- All right, that's enough.

Bex, I don't think he's gonna talk.

I'll get some jumper cables and a battery out of the SUV.

We'll do this the old-fashioned way.

- No, he's gonna do the right thing.

Unfortunately, not because it's the right thing,

but because he knows what happens

when we take Lazarus down, don't you, Peck?

People who know too much, they don't go to prison.

[phones rumbling]

- We got a hit.

- This ought to be interesting.

How are you gonna explain my absence?

- Well, you know, you've been shot.

You need to recuperate.

♪ ♪

All right, we need a babysitter.

Who do we trust?

[together] Ben Jones.

- All right, let's get him down here.

- I'll call him.

- Jen.

I'm sorry.

[dramatic music]

- It's called the Jungle.

It spans 12 city blocks, east side of Boston,

of encampments, crime, and semi-legal drug use.

- What exactly is "semi-legal?"

- Means that local cops have stopped policing it.

Cities like to call them consumption sites.

It's supposed to keep all the drugs in one spot.

- Never works out that way, though.

Not to mention, it's a great place to lay low

if you're an inmate on the run.

- So who's our girl here?

- Inmate G-21--

Nancy Albright.

- Should have known.

Nancy was a drug addict who would get high

with her victims before killing them,

usually in a post-erotic act of physical violence.

- That means after they-- - No, I--I got it.

- She would target wealthy men, men whose lifestyle

she wanted for herself.

She would seduce them, go home with them.

And then when all was said and done,

she would grab as much cash as she could and take off.

She would go on to do this 13 more times

before finally getting arrested.

- You said she robbed their victims after she killed them?

Is that just an afterthought then?

- The drugs and money were part and parcel with the addiction.

- Yeah, needs the money to get the drugs.

- The murder part, though, she enjoyed that.

- Plane's ready. Let's roll.

- All right.

- Hey, Bex?

Just so you know, I don't believe him.

If Oliver knew what Lazarus was really up to,

he would have told you, and if he didn't,

he would have had a really good reason.

- Yeah, maybe.

You good? - Yeah.

I'm always good with the truth.

♪ ♪

- OK.

♪ ♪

[eerie music]

- It's all about control.

[inhales sharply]

Voilà. - OK, Nance.

OK, I see ya.

- Steady hands. What can I say?

- You know, if I lose, I'm blaming it on the caffeine

because you haven't touched your coffee.

Must be your secret to those steady hands, huh?

- I'll never tell.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- You know, you just have to focus and--

find the--

♪ ♪

[body thuds, blocks clatter]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- Mmm.

[snaps echoing]

Hey, hi. [slapping]

Hey. [snaps]

Wake up. Sammy.

Hey. - [groans softly]

- There we go.

Oh, yeah.

You're going to want to be awake for this.

- [groans softly]

[ominous music]

- [muffled] No, no.

- Just try to enjoy this, OK?

- No, stop! No, what are you doing?

What are you doing? [muffled screaming]

- [gasps]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

[heartbeat slowing]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I'm gonna kill you!

Give me my medicine! You promised!

Please, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell.

I'm sorry. I just--

please, just give me my medicine.

I need it. I'm dying.

- You're not dying, Nancy.

You're healing. It's a process.

- [screams]

- We don't intend to make you suffer.

Talk to me, and I'll give you what you want.

- [panting] OK, OK.

What do you want to talk about?

- Why don't you start at the beginning?

Who was the first person you killed?

- The beginning. OK, OK.

Uh, the first person I killed, I actually really liked him--

Todd. Todd was his name.

- What did you like about him?

- Um, he was handsome.

He smelled really nice.

He was sweet. - What changed?

- Nothing.

It's just sweet didn't scratch the itch, you know?

- Tell me more about that.

- He was so alive.

I could feel his heart beating, pumping.

And I just wanted it to stop.

And, you know, the first thing I noticed when--

when I cut his throat was that his heart

got slower and slower, and mine just started racing.

It was a high like no other.

- That's very good, Nancy.

- Give me what you promised.

Give me what you promised!

Now!

- Wait, they didn't actually give her drugs, did they?

- 100 milligrams medical-grade morphine sulfate.

- Wait, is this for real? - Yes.

- Thank you. Thank you.

I swear, today's the last time, OK?

I just really need it.

- If your treatment was a success,

you may find this experience less than satisfying.

- What? What do you mean by that?

What do you mean, my treatment?

[ominous music]

What is this?

Why can't I feel anything?

What did you do to me?

No, no! What did you do to me?

- What the hell was that?

What, so they didn't give her drugs?

That was just a placebo?

- Mm, they did all right.

But two days before the session,

Dr. Moody gave her an experimental drug

called MCAM Plus. - MCAM?

It's an opioid antagonist.

Fries the brain's drug receptors.

- So she couldn't have gotten high even if she wanted to?

- I mean, it's a temporary fix.

I know guys who've used it to get sober.

But I think one injection only lasts like a month or so.

- Actually, this is a new formulation.

According to treatment records, the Pit's version is permanent.

- Permanent?

You're saying The Pit actually found a way to cure addiction?

Wow.

This might be the first time I'm actually torn

on the ethics of this place.

- Considering they forced it upon Nancy,

I wouldn't feel too good about it.

I mean, it might have stopped the high,

but clearly it didn't stop the cravings.

[phone rumbles]

- We'll have to put a pin in that.

Morales just got a hit on Nancy dumping a body.

Early word is this was an overdose.

- It could be Nancy's using it again.

Guy ODs, she ditches the body right where

no one's gonna ask any questions.

Thank you. - Maybe.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Excuse me.

Hassani, Henderson, Florence. DEA.

You're the ME? - DEA, huh?

You guys are here early.

Usually takes a report and a couple of weeks

to get you out here.

- Yeah, we're trying something new.

What can you tell us?

- Vic's name is Sammy Bates.

He doesn't look like your typical resident

here in The Jungle, though, so I'm guessing

he and some others were partying,

went a little too hard.

His friends packed him up, dumped him here instead

of facing drug charges.

- I imagine that happens a lot around here, huh?

- More than I'd like.

We'll know more when I get him back to my office.

But I can already tell you with a high degree of certainty,

his cause of death is acute heroin toxicity.

- Can I leave my number?

Uh, let me know if you find anything new.

- Unlikely, but will do.

♪ ♪

- OK, so what are we thinking?

- Nancy got high with her previous victims,

but she never OD'd her victims before.

She enjoyed the power of physical violence.

- Maybe she's out of practice.

Gave him too much too fast.

- Well, either way, it's clear

it didn't happen here.

So we should check out the victim's place,

see if we can dig anything up.

- Uh, go ahead. Send me the address.

Let me know if you find anything.

- Hold on, where are you going?

- To get a coffee.

- ♪ I can hear you ♪

- The three of us got sober together

at a recovery program in Providence.

- And then you moved to Boston? - Yeah.

That's how we met Sammy.

At the meetings.

- When's the last time you saw him?

- Two days ago.

He stopped coming to the meetings,

so we all decided to check in on him together.

One of us should have stayed with him.

- Why did he stop going to the meetings?

Was he using again?

- I didn't see anything.

- How long was he sober?

- Four years.

It's like they say, you're always in recovery,

never recovered.

Got to stay vigilant.

- Look, I know this is really hard to talk about,

so I'm sorry.

I got to ask, did Sammy ever

mention this woman, Nancy?

- Doesn't look familiar.

- Ah, I've never seen her before.

- Me neither.

[soft pop music playing]

♪ ♪

- You know, my mom always used to talk about her sobriety

like apple pie.

When it was good, it was really good.

When it was bad, still pretty damn good.

How long have you guys been sober?

- Uh, we all just celebrated two years.

- We got sober together, and we stay clean together.

- That's huge. Congrats, guys.

That's something to be proud of.

- How about your mom?

- 25 years.

And no matter where she was,

no matter how stressed, no matter how anxious,

she would always find a meeting.

[soft music]

It's tough to lose a friend.

It won't just be tough today.

♪ ♪

[lock clicks, door creaks]

- This is the place.

- Thank you.

- Uh, you mind hanging back here for a minute?

- Course. - Thanks.

- Sammy was a good kid, you know?

A good tenant.

- Well, he clearly wasn't alone.

- No.

[dramatic music]

If Sammy wanted to get high,

why did Nancy need to tie him up?

- Can I ask you a question?

Have you ever seen this person?

- Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I've seen her

come and go a few times. Pretty thing, huh?

Don't know her name.

She was Sammy's, uh, what do you call it?

Uh, sponsor. - Wait.

She was his sponsor?

- When I moved here from Wyoming,

I wasn't sure what kind of program

I would find here in Boston.

And to be honest with you,

I never thought that I'd be able to find

a place that I can call home.

But you guys have all welcomed me from the start,

treated me like one of your own.

And I am so honored to be celebrating

nine years of sobriety with everyone here today.

[applause]

I know this isn't easy,

but I promise we can walk this road of recovery together.

And if anyone needs help, please don't hesitate to ask.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

- Um, it's just been a really hard couple of years

since my grandpa died.

He's like a father to me, you know?

- Grief can be a really strong trigger.

You know you're not alone, right, Lila?

- Right.

[chuckles] Listen.

Thank you for agreeing to be my sponsor.

I feel like, I don't know,

I don't really connect with most of the people

at these meetings, but hearing your story,

I feel like you'll understand.

- Well, that's why we share, you know?

You know, and, look, it's just one day at a time.

We're gonna help you get through this together,

I promise.

Right now... [sighs]

I am-- I'm late for work.

So are you gonna be good?

- Yeah.

Yeah, for the first time in a while, I think so.

- So, hey, why don't we, um--

why don't we grab, like, a movie together later.

Sound good?

- Totally, yeah, that'd be cool.

- Cool.

[ominous music]

- OK, so Nancy is acting as a sponsor,

which means they would have met at an NA meeting.

- OK, but that doesn't make any sense.

I mean, why take the time to build that kind

of relationship just to kill somebody with an overdose?

- You said her kills were about power and agency, right?

Maybe it's a part of all of that.

Forcing somebody in recovery to OD

sounds like the ultimate power move to me.

Look, I know we deal with some messed up stuff,

but targeting a recovering addict, I mean, that's--

- Dark.

- These people have finally found the courage

to ask for help, and this is what they get in return?

I mean, come on, she's preying on the most vulnerable types

of people that she can find.

- Not to mention, an addict dying of an overdose

isn't going to spark a murder investigation.

- Yeah.

- All right, she's using NA meetings to find her victims.

She's going to do it again.

I just spoke to three of Sammy's friends.

They all gave me the address

to the same meeting that they attend.

But none of them recognized Nancy, none of them.

- A lot of people go to more than one meeting.

- Yeah, and in a city this size,

there's bound to be hundreds.

- I have an idea. Come pick me up.

[intriguing music]

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry, I wish I could help,

but the information you're asking for

just isn't available.

- OK, I don't think you're appreciating this.

She is using your meetings as a cover to target victims.

- Look, we really need to get the word out

before she has time to strike again.

- I--I hear you, I really do, but our meetings

are an informal network, you understand?

These groups govern themselves anonymously.

We don't have centralized records.

I mean, even the people working here,

they're all volunteers.

We just don't have the infrastructure

to do what you're asking, I mean,

outside of knocking on doors.

- Bex? What is it?

[tense music]

- Guys, she's here.

[suspenseful music]

- Nancy!

♪ ♪

Get out of the way! Stay out of the way!

♪ ♪

- Got nothing.

She's gone.

- This is beyond embarrassing.

The idea that one of my own volunteers

could be involved in this crime spree is just appalling.

- Look, we get that you don't have the information

about your meetings, but you must have some paperwork

about your volunteers. - Yes, of course.

Right this way.

- Hey, check this out.

- That's a lot of heroin for someone who can't use drugs.

- This is how we catch her.

[dramatic music]

- Dealer's name is Gregory White.

Goes by "Zebra." - Classy.

- He's got a long history of drug charges,

petty theft, one assault charge.

He has an associate, Clifton Arnold,

that he uses as muscle.

- Look, if Nancy isn't actually doing heroin anymore,

we're sure she's going to make another buy?

- Shane was right.

She ditched the stash when she ran.

She's going to need to re-up if she wants to keep killing.

MCAM Plus might have cured her chemical dependence,

but her real addiction is murder.

The high that she gets from killing,

that's what she's actually after.

♪ ♪

- Wow, well, a--

nice place you got here.

- Thanks.

You OK? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm just-- had a long day.

Do you live here alone?

- Uh, it's my parents'.

But they're usually at their place in the Berkshires.

- Oh, wow.

I mean, I'm sure they're really proud of you.

You're doing the hard work of getting sober.

Plus, clearly they trust you to stay here all by yourself.

- Yeah, I guess so.

- Yeah.

Do you still want to go to the movies?

I mean, I totally understand if you're not--

- You know what?

Actually, I think I've got a better idea.

[bottles clanking]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Florence, you all right back there?

- You think all psychopathy

can boil down to something like that?

Like, I don't know, the killers we chase

have an addiction? Cure that, cure them?

[somber music]

- No, I think Nancy was a one-off.

Look, I know it's hard finding out

the truth about your biological mother,

but Lazarus was--

- Just another psychopath from the Pit.

Oh, I know. I don't know, I just--

I-- I guess I was still kind of holding out hope

for something good to come from her.

But after seeing what Peck did, what she ordered him to do,

killing those soldiers,

I guess I was being an idiot.

- No, you're being an optimist, and that's a good thing.

- You know, we all hold on to things we want to be true,

even when we know they're not.

I wear this every day because, when it's on my finger,

I feel like she's still with me.

♪ ♪

Been two years since she passed.

I still can't let her go.

In my life, love and pain

are two sides of the same coin.

Keeps spinning in the air,

and it never lands.

It just keeps turning over.

♪ ♪

- Hassani, I'm so sorry, man.

I--I had no idea.

- Hey, whatever you're feeling

over this whole Lazarus thing,

we're gonna be there with you, all right, brother?

The whole time. - Thank you, buddy.

I--I appreciate that.

I really do.

- Just give me some space, man. Jeez.

- Yeah. [clears throat]

Where's this chick anyway? - Right?

[phone rumbles, beeps] - Agent Henderson.

- Yes, this is Jim Francis, the Boston Medical examiner.

I found something you need to see.

- OK, I'll be right there.

That was the ME.

Why don't you guys stay on Zebra?

I think it's our best chance of finding Nancy still.

I'll catch up with you guys. - All right.

- Copy that.

- The toxicology confirms Mr. Bates died

of acute heroin toxicity.

- All right, that's what you thought, no?

- Right, but here's the strange part.

Even if he hadn't,

he would have died from blood loss.

- Those are big track marks.

- That's because they're not from a needle.

More likely from central venous catheters

used for drawing blood.

- Wait, are you saying that someone

drew his blood before he OD'd?

- I'm saying someone drew his blood

while he was OD'ing.

[intriguing music]

♪ ♪

[phone rumbles]

- Bex.

What's up, Bex? - Grab him.

- What? - Zebra, the dealer.

We can't wait anymore. Grab him.

- Well, hang on. There's no sign of Nancy.

- No, look, whatever she's doing,

it is worse than we thought. I'll explain when I get there.

Just grab him, OK? - OK.

[phone beeps] Well.

I mean, this isn't the kind of place

we can just pull up in a cop car

and grab a dude off the street.

- No, we're gonna have to isolate him.

One of us is gonna have to buy some drugs.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[grunts] - Every single time.

- All right, you pay the big guy,

Zebra will take you into the alley for the handoff,

just like we watched him do ten times tonight.

Once you're alone with Zebra, we can pick him up.

- Yo, yo, what's good, fellas?

- What you want, fool?

- I'm just looking to ride that white horse,

you know what I'm saying?

- Yeah, I don't know you, limpy.

And I ain't got no white horse neither.

Piss off. - [sighs]

- Don't let him go, Florence.

- Come on, man, don't be like that.

No, I got-- I got--

I got money.

- He said to go. - See...

- Oh. - I got cash, man.

- Oh, how much you got there, limpy?

- I got, like--

man, I got enough.

[tense music]

- Take our man around back.

- Uh, that's not the plan.

Don't go anywhere with that big fella.

- Whoa, whoa, come on.

Let's just do it here, you know?

- This ain't no negotiation.

You trying to get high or not?

- I--

- You want the smack, go around back.

- Yeah. - Hell nah.

[all grunting]

- Stay right there.

Hassani?

[tires screech]

Change of plans.

- We should have done this in the first place.

- Yeah, now you tell me.

Ice it, elevation, you'll be fine.

- [grunting, groaning]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- OK, so these colors clash just a little bit,

but, honestly, you can pull anything off.

- [chuckles] Thanks.

Um, sorry.

Where are we, uh-- where are we going?

- It's a surprise.

I've got you. There you go.

- Because I-- I just, um--

- What? What is it?

- If-- if we're going out, I just--

I haven't gone to a place where people drink

or do drugs since I got sober, so I--

I don't really know if I want to--

- Hey, look, you have nothing to worry about.

You're with your sponsor, remember?

- You sure? - Of course.

I wouldn't dream of putting you in a situation

that I didn't think you could handle.

All right?

Now it's time to get dressed.

These are your shoes.

Tonight is going to be so much fun.

- [chuckles] OK.

- [grunts] My foot.

- Let's go.

[doorbell chimes]

Watch your step.

Get in here, back against the wall.

♪ ♪

- Like I said, man, don't look familiar.

- No? 'Cause, uh, pretty sure she bought a brick of heroin

from you two days ago. - Man, your man's bugged out.

Broke my nose earlier.

He concussed me.

I've been concussed.

It's probably why I can't think straight.

- Hey, um, I'm gonna level with you

'cause you seem like a smart guy.

- True.

- We're not regular cops.

I'm sure you figured that out.

So we don't care about you or your drugs.

We really just want to know about the woman.

- All right, I got two large slices--

meat lover's.

Plus, I got some chicken parm in there, too--

a little extra for your buddy,

who I think's gonna be limping for a while.

- All right, low-key, I feel like the fog's

clearing up a little bit.

What you want to know?

- She a dealer for you?

- [chuckles]

- OK, so no.

Well, we know she's not using 'cause she's sober, so...

- Yo, you cops don't know nothing, do you?

Nah, she ain't sober, man.

She one of them bluetooth fiends.

- Bluetooth? What is that?

- She got fixed, right? She had a blocker.

Bunch of fiends around here got it

at some rehab clinic down in Providence.

Now, it's a permanent fix for your average junkie, yeah?

Unless you got that work-around.

Now, this gets a little technical,

so I hope you could follow.

- Why don't you give us a shot?

- Now, let's say you've been fixed.

You can't get high because you blocked up

on that new MCAM Plus... - There she is.

Yes, girl, you're a total knockout!

- So you got to find somebody who ain't fixed

and get them high first, and you let them get sky high.

- Come over here. I want to get a closer look.

- Let they body break down that heroin

into all kind of adrenalines and dopamines for you...

- So cute. [chuckles]

- And then you hook yo self up to they self,

blood to blood, and you mainline

that broken-down smack right out of they body

straight into yours. Bluetooth.

- Honestly, I just haven't gone out in a long time.

But I think you're right.

It'll be fun.

- Oh, honey, we're not going out.

- And ain't nobody more creative at problem-solving

than the fiend that wants to get high.

Believe that.

- You're saying you can get high on someone else's blood?

- It's a little different, but hell yeah.

They've been doing it for years.

- You got to be kidding me.

- I've actually heard about this before.

In Afghanistan, they call it, uh, flash blooding.

Basically, when two people can only afford one hit,

one of them gets high.

The other one draws a syringe of their blood

and injects themselves.

Two highs for the price of one.

- Communism.

Yo, where the garlic butter knots at, man?

- Why don't you check the bottom of the bag?

- Ah, much love.

- Sure.

- So Nancy has figured out a way to get high again.

- No, no, no. It's bigger than that.

Sammy's body was nearly drained of blood.

I'm talking more than a syringe.

She gave him enough to--

[doorbell dings]

- Come in!

- It wasn't just Nancy.

You said others got fixed.

- Mm-hmm.

- Sammy's friends. - [squeals]

- Hey, girl! It's so good to see you.

- Oh, my God, Lila? - Yeah.

- You are gorgeous. - Hey, hon.

- Ah.

- Hey, Lila. Nancy, told us all about you.

- Nice to meet you, Lila.

Great place you have here.

- Um--

- Hey, yeah, don't worry.

We're all sober.

[ominous music]

- His-- his friends?

- The ones from the crime scene.

They were talking about Providence.

I thought maybe they were just nervous because I was a cop

or their friend died, but--

Morales, I am going to send you three names.

I need you to put a ping on all their cell phones, OK?

- OK, pulling them up now.

Do you need me to send black and whites?

Are they in danger?

- No, Morales, they are the danger.

- OK. Got 'em.

They're all together in the same place.

- Where?

- A house in Back Bay, 15 minutes from your location.

- This numbnuts goes, trips, and spills

the whole damn thing right on the guy.

- At least I didn't black out in my own parents' hot tub.

He did that.

- OK, enough of the boys.

Lila, tell me everything about you.

I just know we're going to be best friends.

- Yeah, thanks. - I love this song.

I love this.

I haven't heard this in so long.

Come on, let's dance.

- No, I'm really not much of a dancer, so...

- Everyone's a dancer. Let's go.

Come on, get up.

- ♪ Just the beat inside my soul ♪

♪ Take me home ♪

♪ Where my dreams are made of gold ♪

♪ In the zone ♪

♪ Where the beat is uncontrolled ♪

♪ I know what it feels like ♪

♪ Come on, make me feel alive ♪

♪ ♪

♪ All alone ♪

♪ Just the beat inside my soul ♪

♪ I know what it feels like ♪

♪ Come on, make me feel alive ♪

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[ominous music]

Aw, didn't anyone ever tell you

not to take drinks from strangers?

♪ ♪

- [muffled grunt]

[JPOLND's "Killer"]

- ♪ I was born a sinner ♪

♪ I take it like a winner ♪

♪ I am what I am ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I am a killer ♪

[siren blaring]

- Hey. - [grunts]

- Hey, there.

Calm down. Calm down.

Calm down.

You know, this is nothing personal, right?

♪ ♪

[sirens blaring]

Yeah, I know.

Try to enjoy this.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Countdown till I turn the tide ♪

♪ Moved on but it's on my mind ♪

[tires screech]

[door thuds] - Whoa!

- Whoa! - Hey! Hey!

- Nancy, stop! Put her down! Put her down.

- I would not get any closer if I were you.

One jab to her carotid, and she's dead in seconds.

- OK, take it easy, Nancy.

We don't want to have to shoot.

- Well, then back up! - This only ends one way.

Let her go. - You?

Oh, yeah, you. You were at the office.

- Let her go, Nancy. - You know, this?

All of this? This is your fault!

I had to get creative because of what you people did to me.

- We're not from the Pit. We're cleaning up their mess.

Let her go!

- Hey, Nancy, I got a pretty good shot.

Don't make me take it.

- Oh, go ahead, do it. Go for it.

You know Lila's losing time, right?

Her heartbeat is slowing down.

Do it!

[scoffs] You freaking heroes.

You're so predictable.

- Hey! Hey, hey!

I got you, I got you.

- Don't even think about it.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Hands on the table.

- [laughs] - Down on the table.

- Hey, Bex, you OK?

- I'm gonna kill you. - Yeah, I'm good.

- [shrieks]

- She's still alive. - Morales, we got two down.

I'm going to need a paramedic to our location right now.

- What is wrong with you people?

- Thank you.

- She's a tough one.

- She lost a lot of blood, but she's going to be OK.

- Hell of a day.

Well, we got Nancy.

What's going to happen to the rest of these vampires?

- Manslaughter, at the very least.

They got to pay for what they've done.

- We got to get back to Cheyenne, guys.

We have some unfinished business with Peck.

[sirens blaring]

[soft tense music]

♪ ♪

- Listen, man, I'm not gonna lie to you

or negotiate with you, try to manipulate you,

because, let's be honest, there's no coming back

from what you've done.

I mean, you're smart enough to know that.

But what you can still do is the right thing.

Now, Colonel Lazarus, whatever good intentions

she may have once had, well, she's now just acting

purely in her own self-interest.

But do you have any idea who she actually is?

She was an experiment, Peck.

She was an inmate from the Pit

who was released into the military

for God knows what reason.

And what we do, what was done down there,

that is going to come out sooner or later.

So I think the only question you should be asking yourself

is which side of that do you want to be on.

- Whatever you think you know, believe me,

it's only the half of it. - Great.

Then enlighten us, Peck,

because from where we're standing,

you look like the bad guy.

- You think because you've done a little snooping,

you know something.

You have no idea what you're into.

Yes, Lazarus had us hit the prisoner convoy

so that she could assume control.

And now that she's got it,

she's collecting certain inmates in another location.

- Where is she taking them?

- She has a lab, one that no one knows about.

She's continuing the work that was done in the Pit.

- Peck, you need to tell us where that lab is right now.

- I don't know the location.

But I do know that she's using paramilitary guards

to run security for the project.

- What project, Peck?

What is she continuing?

- [sighs] The Graduate Program.

[ominous music]

The plan was never to cure psychopathy.

The Graduate Program was always about weaponizing it,

turning killers into controllable assets

for field deployment.

- She's trying to turn serial killers into weapons?

- Lazarus was the first.

But there are others.

And now she's building an army.

[lock buzzes harshly]

♪ ♪