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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.
- 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.
Reform is possible, Rebecca.
And I'm living proof.
- How'd it go with Lazarus?
- I think she's one of the most dangerous sociopaths
I've ever met.
[Emilíana Torrini's "Gun"]
- A pair of shoes tells the world who you are.
Show me the shoes, and I'll show you the man.
Polyester, rubber, foam--
they're cheap, synthetic, weak.
The most beautiful shoes are made of leather
because it is the skin of the conquered.
Every step is a reminder of who's really in control.
- ♪ Every day I see you looking in ♪
♪ I'll be the smoothest thing... ♪
- But no matter how exotic its origin,
a dead animal is just meat and skin,
wasted in the hands of the unskilled.
But in the hands of a master craftsman, however,
that same animal can be formed into
an exquisite display of power.
The right shoe is a celebration
of your place at the top of the food chain.
- You don't need to sell me.
I flew in from LA to visit your shop.
- You're a long way from home.
- It's all part of the adventure.
Speaking of which, I was so hoping
you might have something a bit more exotic.
- More exotic than alligator?
- Not to be rude, Mr. Carr, but I didn't plan a trip
for something I can get at Ralph Lauren.
- [chuckles]
I may have something in the back.
- What is it?
- Well, just a fine pair of stilettos
fashioned from the rare Eastern black rhino.
- ♪ And you've failed in everything ♪
♪ That comes to mind ♪
♪ ♪
- [whistling]
There you are.
- What is that supposed to mean, she graduated?
- So that was a term Dulles used
to describe her being rehabilitated.
- If Colonel Lazarus went from the Pit into the military,
do you think that there are others?
- Let's just deal with one mystery at a time.
- Right, let's stay focused on Lazarus for now.
I'm starting to get the sense that this whole attack on Cyrus
and the transport was just a false flag
to give her the pretext to seize control
of the whole operation.
- Yeah, she wanted to take command
of the whole task force-- we need to figure out what for.
- She doesn't exactly seem like the chatty type.
- Why don't I talk to her?
[suspenseful music]
She left the door open for more conversation.
I could, uh-- I could reach out to her.
- Are you sure that's a good idea considering--
- She's my mother?
I get it. But I can do this.
I want to do this.
- That could put you in a very uncomfortable position,
or worse.
- Look, no one is more curious about this woman than I am.
But I'm under no illusions as to who she really is.
I can remain objective.
[phones buzzing]
- Well, here we go.
- Set it up.
But please, just be careful.
Who knows what she's capable of?
♪ ♪
- A partially-skinned body was just found
in the trunk of an abandoned vehicle
in New Haven, Connecticut, identified as David Stevens,
a local reported missing by his coworkers a week ago.
DNA on the trash bag matches Pit escapee Elliot Carr.
- The Connecticut Cobbler.
- Excuse me, did you just say cobbler?
- Oh, yeah, sure did.
Carr was a high-end shoemaker out of New Haven, Connecticut,
specializing in rare and exotic handmade leathers.
Before Carr was caught, he ran a successful
boutique business with high-profile clients
from all over the world.
He was known for his black market,
bespoke leather goods made from the hides
of endangered animals-- elephants, rhinos, stingrays,
and people.
He would skin them alive
and then make shoes from human leather.
- Okay, yep, I'm done.
- Diagnosed as a malignant narcissist,
he had focus on power, control, and dominance,
killing nine people over ten years,
making one pair of shoes from each.
- This dude actually sold shoes he made from people?
- No, no, he kept those ones for himself.
- Oh, yeah, that's better, then.
- He targeted people he saw as confident and powerful,
those that had command over their own lives.
Not a surprise that his sociopathy
stemmed from a difficult childhood.
- Let me guess, daddy issues?
- Uh, uncle issues, actually.
- When he was young, he apprenticed under his uncle,
a well-known shoemaker, who ridiculed and berated him,
instilling a desperate craving for power over his uncle
and control over his own life.
Which is why, at 17, he snapped,
killing his uncle before skinning him.
- So he made shoes out of his uncle?
- Um, boots, technically.
- Ugh, I don't know why, but that is so much worse.
- Yeah, he even wore them to his first police interview,
showing power over the cops and his uncle.
Public trophies like this are not uncommon in serials,
but this sort of exhibitionism, that's rare.
- That's one hell of a flex. - All right, get going.
We'll send you the files in the air.
♪ ♪
- Some people just have a way
of moving through the world, you know?
It's how they talk,
how they carry themselves, their walk.
Power.
So self-assured and in control.
My uncle was like that.
Richard.
He was a man among men,
until he was a shoe.
For days, I held his life in my hands.
The tables had turned.
I was God, and he was...
an engorged tick.
I plucked him between my fingers,
squeezed until-- [door buzzer blares]
What's going on?
[intense music]
♪ ♪
Where are you taking me?
[grunting]
[grunts]
What is this?
- Time for your execution, Elliot.
[muffled screaming]
♪ ♪
[muffled screaming]
[phone rings]
Yes?
Understood. Stop.
[heavy breathing]
Lucky you.
Your execution's been postponed.
- Until when?
Until when?
- Nobody knows.
[The Black Keys' "Howlin' for You"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ All right ♪
- [grunting]
♪ ♪
[muffled screaming]
[heavy breathing]
[phone rings] - Stop.
- ♪ I must admit, I can't explain ♪
♪ Any of these thoughts racin' through my brain ♪
♪ It's true ♪
♪ A-baby, I'm howlin' for you ♪
[phone rings]
[muffled scream]
- Stop.
- [vocalizing]
♪ ♪
[phone rings]
- Stop.
♪ ♪
[phone rings]
- Stop. Stop.
Stop. Stop. [phone rings]
Stop.
Good news, your execution has been postponed.
- Please, just kill me already.
- Elliot received what was called
the memento mori treatment over his decade at the Pit.
He'd be abruptly taken for his execution at random times.
And then in the final moments, they would call it off.
- Sounds like a bunch of psychological torture to me.
- Yeah, how do they even come up with this stuff?
- There's actually a precedent for it.
In Japan, death row inmates
aren't told the date or time of their execution.
One day, they're just yanked from their cell and killed.
Keeps them in a near-constant state of expectation.
- Still sounds like torture to me.
- Look, I'm not defending it.
But in his file here, it says that the treatment caused him
to have a complete lack of control over his own life,
forcing him to experience the same uncertainty
and helplessness that his victims felt.
[suspenseful music]
- What you're doing to me is wrong.
- How is your treatment here any different
from what you did to your victims?
You left them hanging from a rack,
wondering when the end would come.
- No one deserves this.
This is wrong.
- That's very good, Elliot.
- Certainly seemed to knock him down a peg or two.
- I mean, his outward demeanor might have changed,
but he's still killing people.
- And skinning them.
Don't forget the skinning part.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
- [humming]
♪ ♪
- [coughs]
- [sighs]
- Why are you doing this?
- I'm not doing anything.
- Get me to a hospital.
- Don't worry.
It won't be long now.
[whistling]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
.
- All right, we've got a strange one for you here--
Mr. David Stevens, 42 years young,
presenting as a stab wound to the abdomen.
- Do you know what he was stabbed with?
- From the looks of it, I'd say a smaller buck knife
is the likely assault weapon.
- I'm sorry, what's strange about that?
- That's not the strange part.
This wound was inflicted about a week
prior to his time of death.
- So the stab wound isn't the cause of death?
- No, but it was the initiating event.
Official cause of death, sepsis.
- So he gets stabbed in the stomach,
but he doesn't die for another week.
- I told you, strange,
especially because the initial wound was very survivable
if he had received medical treatment.
- We were told that our victim here was partially skinned.
[suspenseful music]
- Stranger and stranger.
- Yeah, that's definitely our guy.
- Just the one section.
- Perps often remove tattoos or other identifying features
from their victims postmortem
as a way to throw off the police.
- You're saying he was skinned after he died.
Are you sure? - Positive.
♪ ♪
- [gags]
[coughs]
Please, I need a doctor.
[both cough]
- Looks like we have a fighter on our hands.
Cocoa butter and aloe
will ensure the skin retains its moisture.
It's very important.
♪ ♪
Good, good, good.
Apologies, gentlemen.
I'll be back before you know it.
- Hey, you alive?
What is happening here?
Who is this guy?
Where are we?
Where has he taking us? - K...
- What?
- Kill me.
Please, kill me.
- [breathing heavily]
- It doesn't make any sense. Elliot's MO was never stabbing.
- Much less waiting around for his victims
to die of infection.
- Maybe he wasn't waiting.
I mean, he used to enjoy his victims' suffering, right?
Stabbing a guy, watching him
slowly die of sepsis sounds like suffering to me.
- Yeah, but he would always flay his victims
while they were still alive, not postmortem.
- Maybe he's out of practice.
- Hey, guys, we just got a hit on our victim,
David Stevens's credit card.
It was just used to call an Uber downtown.
He's being picked up by a Black Toyota Corolla.
- Where's the Uber right now?
[siren wailing] [tires screech]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Driver, stay in the car.
Passenger, get out with your hands up.
- It's not him, guys. It's not him.
- Hands behind your back.
- Look what I found.
- Sure looks like the murder weapon to me.
- Where is he?
- I ain't got no idea what you're talking about.
- Where is Elliot?
- Who? I want my lawyer.
- Got him. Perp's name is Iggy Robertson.
Okay, Iggy, let's see what you've been up to.
Whoa, that is a lot of petty theft charges.
- He stole a car. - No, that's a cat.
Apparently Iggy and the former Mrs. Iggy
had a custody dispute.
- Over a pet?
- Someone stole my dog, they better leave the country.
- Noted.
- Drunk and disorderly. Drunk and disorderly.
- Oh--public urination twice in one day.
- On St. Patrick's Day. - Been there.
- [chuckles] Okay, this guy is a moron,
but I don't think he murdered anyone.
Do you wanna get this over to the team?
- On it.
- How many times do I need to say it?
Lawyer.
- Okay, we're not those kind of cops, Iggy.
Right now, this is just a conversation,
but it can change.
[tense music]
His name was David Stevens.
You stole his credit card.
Now he's dead.
That's a big problem for you, Iggy.
- Yeah, not from where I'm sitting.
- [chuckles] Right, okay, well, from where I'm sitting,
we found the murder weapon in your back pocket
with the victim's blood on it.
Look, we pulled your rap sheet, all right?
You're a small-time thief, not a killer.
So if there's any other explanation for this,
now is the time because you do not wanna go down for this.
We believe your story, but the local PD out there,
they are very eager to pin this on you and call it a day.
So help us help you.
- Look, I robbed him, okay?
- No, actually stabbed him. - It was a robbery.
People don't just give up their wallets
if you tickle them, so I--
I gave him a little poke.
I didn't kill the guy.
And I sure as hell didn't do whatever the hell that is.
- Did you see anyone else at the time?
Did anyone see you?
- When I ran off, the guy was still alive.
No way he should have died from what I did.
I'm not a murderer, I swear.
♪ ♪
- Am I free to go or what?
- Dude, you stabbed a guy.
♪ ♪
- Assuming he's telling the truth,
that would mean Elliot got his hands on David
after Iggy stabbed him and ran off.
- Well, whatever happened after Iggy left him,
that's the blank we're trying to fill.
- I mean, somebody stabs me,
the first thing I'm doing is calling an ambulance.
- Yeah, me too.
Hey, Morales, can you pull up the 911 logs
from the night David Stevens got stabbed?
- On it.
According to cell phone records,
the night of his robbery, David called 911
to report he'd been mugged and stabbed.
But it says here the ambulance arrived
five minutes later to find an empty alleyway,
and David was nowhere to be found.
- Okay, so he gets mugged, calls an ambulance,
and then disappears?
- Well, because Elliot abducted him.
- For the sake of argument, let's say
Carr is out prowling the city that night for easy targets.
He just so happens to come across a guy
with a stab wound in the five minutes
before an ambulance shows up?
- I mean, that's a very tight window.
- We gotta talk to the EMT.
♪ ♪
Do you remember a call about a stab victim
at the intersection of Chapel and York within the week?
It ended up being a no-show.
- Chapel and York, yeah. But it wasn't a no-show.
- What do you mean?
- A deli worker on the corner told me
a guy got picked up by another wagon
two minutes before we got there.
- How is that even possible?
- Emergency rigs poach each other's calls all the time.
We're private companies in competition with each other.
That's just the nature of the business in this city.
Hell, I poached a call this morning.
- Ambulance needed at 963 Woodlawn Drive.
Female, 73, some vision loss.
- Speaking of which, good luck.
[siren wailing]
- What are we thinking?
- Thinking that if another ambulance
picked up David Stevens, it was likely Elliot Carr.
- If he'd stolen an ambulance,
it'd be reported and can be tracked.
And where would he get an ambulance, anyway?
- Auction, junkyard, eBay, Craigslist.
- Okay, so there are plenty of places.
- If he was poaching calls, he would need a scanner too.
- You're right-- he was listening in
on emergency dispatches.
- Why go through all the trouble of tracking
and abducting injured people?
- The memento mori treatment.
It put him in the shoes of his victim
and forced him to face the pain of not having
self-determination over his own life,
which is likely why he didn't kill David Stevens himself.
By abducting an injured person, in Elliot's mind,
his hands were clean.
Their fate was sealed the minute they called 911.
- That's why it took David a whole week to die of sepsis.
Carr just waited for him to die on his own.
- Yeah.
- So he's gone from hunter to scavenger.
I mean, ethically, it makes no sense,
yet, somehow, complete sense.
- Yeah, the Pit never dealt with the core trauma,
so consequently, the compulsion to create shoes continued,
which means he's likely out there
sourcing his next victim as we speak.
- This is his third heart attack.
Maybe if you didn't eat everything
in sight between meals, you wouldn't be in this position.
- Don't worry, ma'am.
Your husband's gonna be just fine.
- Thank you. Where are you taking him?
- You can meet us at Connecticut Saints Hospital.
[siren chirping]
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
.
[siren wailing]
- Help. Please, help. [grunts]
Help. - Okay. I'm pulling over.
- Help!
[groaning]
Please, help me. I can't breathe.
- It's okay. You'll be dead soon.
- Oh!
- That's it.
Just let go.
- [grunting]
[tense music]
You little worm!
[grunting]
♪ ♪
- Thank you, officer. - Mm-hmm.
- Victim's name is Lonnie Sayward.
His wife called 911 about an hour ago.
He was picked up by our killer
just before the real EMT showed up.
- Witnesses said they saw Lonnie jump out
of the back of the ambulance, try to make a run for it
before he collapsed.
The ambulance just sped off.
- Carr must have gotten spooked when
his victim tried to escape.
- No, he didn't just escape.
This guy served. He would have fought back.
- Yeah, well, a heart attack isn't a stabbing.
Elliot wasn't expecting a fight.
He's gonna be looking for another victim.
He didn't get to do what he was planning with Lonnie.
- Officer.
- Okay, so you're--
you're thinking we should set a trap?
- Memento mori treatment caused Elliot
to lose any desire to actually harm or kill his victim.
So now, he's targeting those that will die
without medical intervention.
So let's bait him.
- Well, we'll need a serious wound.
- And one that's likely to be fatal, not a heart attack.
- Yeah, how about a young man with a head injury?
- Mm, good idea.
- Figures.
- Morales, I need you to reach out
to every ambulance company in New Haven.
Tell them their drivers need to stand down
near New Haven Green.
We're about to make a 911 call.
- You got it. [keyboard clacking]
Guys, I need you to alert
every ambulance dispatch in New Haven.
Tell them to ignore a 911 alert
about a young male victim with a head injury.
- 911, what's your emergency?
- I'm in a parking lot, and there's a man
that's fallen near New Haven Green.
I think he's really hurt his head.
You guys gotta send an ambulance, quick.
- Okay, ma'am, we're sending an ambulance to you now.
Is the man breathing?
- Uh, no, no, I mean, maybe.
Yeah, just barely, though.
You guys gotta hurry, please.
- Help is on the way.
- Pretty good. You're a natural.
- Thanks.
[tense music]
Comfy?
- I've done worse. The bait is set.
- Now we wait.
- Do y'all have any tattoos?
- Like Semper Fi? Or are we talking barcodes?
- I almost got one once.
- Ten to one, it was gonna be barbed wire.
- No, my money's on something meaningful,
like a date or a name or something.
- 22, my high school basketball number.
Oh, high school memories.
- You know you're not actually dying, right?
You don't need to get all sentimental on us.
- What about you, Bex, you got any tattoos?
- Like I'm telling you.
- I wonder if she has the barcode.
Lazarus.
- I don't know, Shane.
- Maybe I'll ask her over dinner.
[soft music]
- Dinner?
- Yeah, I reached out to her,
and she got back to me in like, record speed.
She said she wants to cook me dinner.
- That's very domestic for a serial killer.
[siren wailing]
- Tighten up, incoming.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Wait, that's not him. - Elliot Carr!
- No, no, no, it's not him. It's not him.
- Get out with your hands up! - No, no, wait, it's not him.
- We got a call about a head injury?
- What are you guys doing? We told you guys to stand down.
- What are you talking about?
- You were supposed to stand down.
You weren't supposed to respond to the call.
- Look, lady, I'm just doing my job.
- No, you don't understand.
[indistinct chatter]
[tire screeches] [car horn honks]
[crash]
♪ ♪
- Guys, it's him.
- Get out of the car.
- [screams]
- Elliot!
[tires squeal]
Damn!
.
[tense music]
- We were clear.
They were supposed to stand down.
Those EMTs should have never responded.
- So what happened? - They just came on duty
and someone forgot to relay the message.
I'm sorry.
- All right, it's not your fault.
But now Carr knows that we're onto him.
Pull every camera in the city. We need a direction.
- I'm on it.
- What do we got? - Some bloody bandages.
- How does the victim's blood get into the cab?
- He's not skinning his victims in here, so it must be his.
- Think he's injured? - Maybe Lonnie got him.
- Sure as hell hope so.
- Hey, guys, check this out.
Looks like Elliot sent off a package this morning.
Who do you think he's mailing something to?
[suspenseful music]
- Well, with this guy,
I'm more concerned with what he's mailing.
- Hey, Morales, Hassani's gonna send you a tracking number.
Can you scan it for us?
- Looks like whatever Elliot was shipping
is scheduled to be sent
to 3811 Concord Road, Mystic, Connecticut.
Uh, guys?
- That address belonged to one of Elliot's old victims.
- You said scheduled to be sent?
- You guys are lucky. It hasn't gotten out yet.
- Thank you. - So what's in there, anyway?
- Oh, trust us, you don't wanna know.
And, uh, I'm gonna need you to vacate the premises.
♪ ♪
No explosive material.
- Yeah, I don't really know what we're doing here.
We all know that this is skin shoes, right?
♪ ♪
- Huh.
Think we're looking at David Stevens right now?
- Making leather takes time.
I'm guessing this is somebody else.
What are you thinking, Bex?
- He's sending these to the home
of a previous victim, right? Why?
Why send shoes made of someone else to an old victim's family?
- I mean, I think logic left the building
when he started making loafers out of people.
- No, no, no, he's got a reason.
He's trying to say something.
- Maybe he's taunting them,
letting them know he's still out there.
- Either way, if we could find out
who these shoes are made of,
maybe we can find where Carr is making them.
- Can we even get usable DNA off of these?
- Oh, yeah.
I pulled DNA out of the ashes of a furnace.
Don't ask.
The point is, mitochondrial DNA?
Lot more durable than you'd think.
♪ ♪
- Don't try anything.
- Please, uh-- just take the car.
I have a family.
- I don't want the car.
Just drive.
- Gotta say, pulling DNA from shoes, that's a new one for me.
- Stay in this job long enough, you will see it all.
[computer beeps] - Sounds like we have a match.
- Thank you.
And you can go ahead and delete that search from your records.
- Okay.
This is the most interesting day I've had
in a very long time.
I'll be outside if you need anything.
- And the mysterious victim award goes to...
Elliot Carr.
- What?
- That doesn't make sense.
[suspenseful music]
Unless maybe he got some of his own DNA
on these shoes when he made them.
- No.
He's making them out of himself.
♪ ♪
- [coughing]
[breathing shakily]
- The blood and the bandages in the ambulance,
he was injured, but not from someone else.
He's making shoes again.
But this time, he's using his own skin.
♪ ♪
.
[tense music]
- [breathing shakily]
Look, man, I don't know why you brought me here,
but you need medical attention fast.
- That is why you're here.
I need your help.
I need you to put his skin on me.
♪ ♪
- The shoes that he was sending--
it's not a threat. It's an apology.
The Pit scientists, they took away his desire to kill people,
so much so that he became actively repentant
to the victims and the families
for the horrors that he inflicted.
- In his deranged mind,
he's expressing remorse, making amends.
- So the ultimate "I'm sorry" gift to the families
of the people he turned into shoes
is a pair of shoes made out of himself?
- An eye for an eye.
- But if he's using his own skin to make these shoes,
why is he still abducting and skinning people?
- Best guess?
He's using the victims as skin donors.
- What?
- If Elliot wants to stay alive,
he needs to replace his own skin to make the shoes.
He thinks that he's found a sustainable method.
But that's not how skin grafts work.
Hey, Morales, if Elliot has been applying skin grafts
to himself without proper medical attention,
then he's at risk of becoming septic.
- If he's in as bad shape as that,
then he's up a creek without access to medical supplies.
- Well, if he still wants to finish this horror apology tour,
he's gonna need some antibiotics
and some bandages to treat himself first.
- Hey, Morales, can you check into
any medical supply offices, hospitals,
or clinics that might have had a recent break-in?
- I'm not seeing any break-ins at hospitals or clinics.
Oh, no. - Morales, what is it?
- An emergency room doctor by the name of Thomas McMillan
was just reported missing from a nearby trauma center.
I'm pulling CCTV up now. [keyboard clacking]
What the?
Okay, Bex, we've got a bad angle.
We can't tell which direction they're headed,
but he definitely took the doctor.
There are no tracking cameras in the area,
but based on the car's age, it's not gonna have GPS.
Um, I'm working on options now.
- Hey, can I see the shoe box? - Yeah, sure.
What is it? What are you thinking?
- Elliot took immense pride in his shoes, right?
I mean, apart from being a deranged killer,
he thought of himself first and foremost as an artist.
So it's no surprise that he's putting these apology shoes
in a branded Carr shoe box.
- Right, but how does that help us find him?
- Because where did he get the box?
- It's not like stores are selling the shoes anymore.
- So where could he have found an old pair of his shoes
that would have come in packaging like that?
- Morales? - Already on it.
- I won't do this.
- He's already dead.
[device whirring]
- [whimpers]
- I really don't think this is gonna work--
for certain, not in the long term.
- I don't care about the long term.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
- It's ready.
First, we'll need to remove your old infected skin
and clean the graft bedside.
- So do it already.
- What about him?
- Maybe you don't care about the long term,
but please, that man is on death's door.
Look, I'll do what you want,
but you need to let me help him.
- No!
You're not here to save his life.
You're here to do what I tell you to do.
♪ ♪
- Got it.
Seven pairs of specialty Carr shoes made from Amazon caiman
were purchased from a dark web reseller
and shipped to the same address last month.
Sending the address now.
[siren wailing]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Carr, drop it. - Let him go.
- Stay away, all of you.
- Help me. Please.
♪ ♪
.
- Elliot, put the gun down.
You don't wanna hurt the doctor.
- Really? Try me.
Hey, hey, hey! Don't come any closer.
Don't do that.
- Hang in there, doc.
We're gonna get you out of there.
- Elliot, I know what you're doing, okay?
You're trying to make amends, but this is not how you do it.
- [coughs]
- That man needs help.
He needs saving. You can save him.
- He's already dead.
- No. No, he's not.
He's alive. But you're killing him.
I know that you don't think that you are hurting people,
but you are, all right?
He needs medical attention,
and you are keeping him from that.
[tense music]
Don't let another death be on your hands, Elliot.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - Easy.
- Did you find the shoes?
- Yeah, Elliot, we found them.
- They didn't go out, did they?
- No.
- They need to understand that I'm sorry.
Tell them I'm sorry.
[gunshot]
- Carr's down, through and through to the shoulder.
- Are you hurt? - No.
We need an ambulance immediately.
- I'm calling it in.
[line trills]
- Get up, sit up. Arms behind your back.
The other one. The other one.
♪ ♪
- Shane.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Uh, hope I'm not too late.
- No, you're right on time.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Well, I hope you like lasagna
because I made one with bechamel sauce.
- I don't know what that is-- [laughs]
But I definitely like lasagna, so.
- Great.
- So...is bechamel kind of smoky?
- No.
- I-- - Oh, no.
Oh, no!
- Okay, here we go.
Look at that.
Who needs to cook? - [laughs]
Oh, well, thank you.
You know, I actually looked that recipe up.
Never made it before.
It just seemed like...
- Like what?
- Something a mom would make.
♪ ♪
So, um, you told your friends
that we were having dinner tonight?
- Yeah, I did.
- What did they want you to ask me?
There's a lot of things I would wanna know
if I were in their position.
You can ask.
- Okay.
Why did you take over inmate recovery?
You forced Mallory out,
kicked Hassani off transport.
Why?
- Listen, all my life,
I've had labels put on me.
Sociopath.
Serial killer. Inmate.
Mother.
And, you know, I suppose they all capture
some portion of the truth.
But what the Pit gave me
was a label that made sense to me,
a new label--
reformed.
I'm a success story, Shane.
Without Dulles and the Pit,
I would simply be a tragedy.
And you would be the son of a monster.
So why?
Because I believe in the work the Pit was doing.
♪ ♪
- Hey, you hear from Shane?
No.
Well, I got something.
I checked with a friend at the new prison.
They confirmed Elliot Carr arrived, but there's more.
Off the record, Bex, there are some inmates missing.
- What do you mean, missing?
- The minute Lazarus took over,
three inmates were transferred out of the new facility.
The thing is,
there is no record of where they were moved.
[foreboding music]
- I was given a second chance.
And now you and I have been given a second chance.
And I don't intend to waste it.
♪ ♪
- Were they moved? Or did they graduate?
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪