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.
This is detention specialist
Shane Florence.
You're a prison guard here?
Until the walls came down, yes, ma'am.
Speaking of your career,
there are going to be
some more inmates to find.
How many?
A lot.
Anything you need
to know about, Agent Odell,
you can read in my file.
Oliver!
You were the warden?
I need someone that I can trust,
someone who can help me
catch all the inmates
who made it out alive.
The blast that collapsed
the Pit was no accident.
It was a jailbreak.
[gentle music]
I'm so happy you all
could make it here today.
The whole family together,
it really means a lot.
I feel very special.
♪ ♪
I guess I should make a wish.
But I don't know
what more I could want.
All of you here to celebrate me?
♪ ♪
This... this really is perfect.
♪ ♪
[blows air]
♪ ♪
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
Mmm.
[chuckles softly]
♪ ♪
[chuckles softly]
You have some explaining to do, Johnny.
- Leave me alone.
- Leave me alone.
We just want to understand why you hurt
that boy at school today.
I don't know.
- I get angry sometimes, OK?
- [chuckles]
I get the urge to hurt
people or break things.
Feels good to let out my anger.
It might feel good to you,
but think about how
your actions affect others.
I don't care, because I'm a bad person.
You can't fix me, so why try?
Johnny.
But if we can't help you,
maybe someone else can.
Talking about these things
is the first step.
Who would want to talk to me?
We do, son, because we love you.
Even when I hurt people?
[rumbling and clattering]
[alarm blares]
- We know you don't mean it.
- [building creaking]
[expl*si*n, glass shattering]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[sighs]
[tense music]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
The White House wants
an update on the manhunt.
I was told the president
doesn't know about the Pit.
He doesn't, but the front page story
of the "Times" this morning was
about the blast in Cheyenne.
President needs deniability,
which means I need
to be able to assure him
that I am taking care of it.
So am I taking care of it?
Well, five more inmates
were recovered alive
from the wreckage, but dozens of bodies
are still waiting to be identified.
So as of this moment, you don't know
how many escapees are out there?
We won't know that until
the excavation is complete.
But our team estimates that up to 25%
could have made it out alive.
Where's your team with determining
- the source of the blast?
- It was a gas leak.
You know, I don't know
what's harder to believe,
the ecoterrorist smokescreen
you sold to CNN,
or the story you're
trying to sell me now.
Bad pipes? Really?
It happens.
I'll send you the report.
[helicopter whirring overhead]
[indistinct radio chatter]
I'm looking for a deceased inmate.
Go ahead, ma'am.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Agent Henderson,
there's been a development.
Another inmate?
Yes, ma'am. Follow me, please.
♪ ♪
Agent Henderson,
you may not remember me.
Jennifer Morales.
You took my officer candidate course
in behavioral sciences at Quantico.
I remember you aced that final exam.
- That didn't happen a lot.
- Yes, ma'am.
I'm an intel officer now.
Best job in the military.
I've been assigned to
the inmate recovery task force.
- We're a task force now?
- Mm-hmm.
[indistinct radio chatter]
♪ ♪
Well, this came together fast.
Military moves quick.
We've been monitoring
all criminal activity
within a growing radius
of the Pit site.
Early this morning,
there was a carjacking
at a gas station in Rawlins.
A team just recovered a blue jumpsuit
that was stashed nearby.
We can now confirm that the jumpsuit
belonged to Clayton Jessup.
Mr. Odell, care to
brief us on the inmate?
Jessup was one of our
most volatile inmates.
Even as a child he exhibited
a maladaptive fantasy life,
and he would use violence
to reject any reality
that did not conform.
That violence turned deadly when,
on his 16th birthday,
he poisoned his entire family
with carbon monoxide.
He spent the next three days
living with their corpses,
playing out the fantasy of what
he felt was the ideal family,
one focused on him.
He then continued his k*lling spree,
targeting families he saw as perfect,
breaking into their homes,
disabling the exhaust in their boilers,
so their homes would
fill with carbon monoxide.
They would die in their sleep,
and he could stick around
playing house for a few days
before moving on.
But if he wanted to be part
of the perfect family,
why k*ll everyone?
The killings were just
a means of compliance
for the fantasies.
I mean, dead people, they'll do
what you want them to, right?
They can't disappoint you.
Delusions like his are
extremely dangerous.
Enacting the fantasy becomes
the only way he's actually
able to relate to the world,
which means
he's likely got his eyes
on the next family.
It also means there's no time to waste.
Copy that.
Uh, where are we on the stolen car?
Well, we're going to get
every LPR in the state looking for it.
♪ ♪
I'm glad you're here.
♪ ♪
Can we talk?
♪ ♪
Was Eli Johnson in the Pit?
- [sighs] No.
- I called Sussex this morning,
and they said that
they transferred Johnson,
but they wouldn't tell me where.
I'll look into it.
You don't need to worry.
You and I both know that any list
of the world's most
deranged psychopaths
is going to have his name on it.
Bex, he was never down there.
The world knows he's still alive.
[computer beeping]
Got a hit on the stolen car
in Kimball, Nebraska.
I know what that man means to you.
I promise, he's not involved here.
♪ ♪
[knocks]
We found the car. Let's go.
♪ ♪
Thank you, Mom.
It looks perfect.
Just like you.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
.
OK, Clayton, that's great.
You're doing good, son.
Now, tell me about the Dwyer family.
- How did you choose them?
- I don't know.
I just liked them.
[eerie music]
I saw them at the playground.
Mom was watching the kids
play tag with Dad.
♪ ♪
They were all laughing.
It was...
perfect.
- And then?
- I followed them home.
He stalked them from a playground?
Jessup has a unique form of
reactive attachment disorder.
He comes from
a relatively stable family,
but he had trouble forming
emotional bonds with others,
including his own family.
Psychologically, though, he
still craved that connection.
There was a big window in the back
of the house where I could
watch them from the yard.
♪ ♪
I watched them for hours.
Happy families make
each other feel special.
♪ ♪
I could see on their faces
how much they loved each other, and...
♪ ♪
There's nothing wrong
with wanting to be loved.
When did you first enter their home?
That night.
The only way he knew how to
get the attention he craved
was by invading the lives
of the families he idealized.
I just wanted to watch them sleep.
First the girls...
then Mom and Dad.
I could hear them breathing.
So peaceful.
♪ ♪
That's how you sleep
when you know you're loved.
This is like a nightmare.
He breaks into a home,
watches the family sleep,
and then kills them all
with carbon monoxide
just because he wants to feel loved?
Jessup doesn't understand
what normal human connection is.
He plays with these people
the way a child plays with a toy.
The shinier the toy, the more
he wants it for himself,
so he can be the perfect boy
in the perfect family.
Well, nothing says perfect to Jessup
like a quadruple homicide.
Can I keep it?
♪ ♪
What about you? What do you think?
I mean, look at him.
He's so young, and he did all this?
I mean...
[sighs]
You ever get used
to this kind of stuff?
No, not really.
[sirens wailing]
All right, thank you.
[indistinct radio chatter]
Paramedics say her husband
will pull through,
but he's not going
to be talking for a while.
This is an atypical Jessup crime scene.
He kidnaps the wife and
he leaves the husband alive?
Yeah, and no carbon monoxide.
You got any idea what
the hell Jessup's doing?
I don't know. This feels rushed.
Carbon monoxide poisoning takes time,
so he either didn't have it or
he didn't think that he had it.
Also, none of his previous
crimes involved g*ns,
but we've got
a missing shotgun over here.
And she left her phone.
Do you think maybe he's
trying something different?
Got the footage.
- Well, there's the shotgun.
- Where is he taking her?
Wife's name is Irene McFadden.
She's got an older-model sedan
registered to her name,
- but...
- No GPS, I assume?
I put out an APB
with a do-not-approach order.
We got any info on the daughter?
Yeah, her name is Lucy McFadden.
She's in college up in Sheridan.
Well, has anyone contacted her?
No, we have to contain
the spread of the information.
Yeah, I know. I get the need
for secrecy, but come on, man.
Somebody has to let her know
her dad's in the ICU.
- I agree.
- [sighs]
I'll have Morales pull up
the daughter's cell.
- Got it.
- Whoa, really?
How'd you guess her PIN?
That some profiler trick?
Yes.
And also it is on
a Post-it note over there.
Boomers, man.
Well, hang on.
How many devices does Irene have?
It says there's three here in the house
and earbuds moving north on I-90.
That's Irene.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
My name is Irene.
Irene McFadden.
I teach middle school social studies.
I have my own family.
My daughter Lucy... [sniffles]
She's going to college.
And my husband... my husband
is a very good man,
and you...
and he's been really badly hurt
and you need to take me home
so that I can get him some help.
You need to take me
home right now. Please.
Mom, don't worry.
♪ ♪
All of this...
is going to be over soon.
[chuckles softly]
You'll see.
I promise you
I won't tell anyone about this.
I just need to make sure that he's OK.
He's not well. Please.
We're almost there.
We're almost there.
Wait, they stopped moving.
Wait, turn right, turn right.
[tires squealing]
[keys jangle]
♪ ♪
What are you doing?
Please.
It's OK.
You don't have to worry.
I'm not going to hurt you. I promise.
♪ ♪
- No, no!
- [gasps]
That's it.
♪ ♪
[tires screech]
FBI! Get out of the car!
Hands! Hands!
♪ ♪
Are you Irene McFadden's daughter?
Yes, what... what's happening?
You took your mom's earbuds.
Are you serious?
They're just earbuds.
Why would she call the FBI?
Are you kidding me?
[muffled whimpering]
I hope that you're comfortable.
Now's a great time
to take a little nap.
OK. Now, you just get some rest...
[muffled whimpering]
And I'll be right back.
[muffled screaming]
.
Come on, people.
Jessup's not exactly going to blend in.
Let's find him. Now.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- [computer beeps]
- Sir.
♪ ♪
I just saw a man get abducted.
Please, you need to send
the police right now.
- [phone buzzes]
- Hey, what's up?
He's crossed state lines.
We intercepted a 911 call.
Witness saw someone fitting
Jessup's description abduct a man.
You mean he kidnapped someone else?
She got a photo. Sending it to you now.
We'll be on the plane in ten.
♪ ♪
[engine roaring]
Victim's name is Walter Quinn, 51.
Any way to connect him
to Jessup or Irene McFadden?
Not that we know of, but
Morales and Odell are on it.
This behavior makes no sense.
Shane, do you know anything
about the treatments
that Jessup had at the Pit?
By the time I arrived,
they'd given up on treatment.
- He was in iso.
- Why?
Well, apparently a few years
after he got to the Pit,
he had a violent outburst.
Crushed the spine of some researcher.
No one wanted to work
with him after that.
Weird.
He seems like such a people person.
In the file, it said something
about, uh, remote visual
cognitive monitoring.
What is that?
Yeah, that was just
an excuse to ignore Jessup.
None of the guards
wanted to go near him,
so they just put on these
weird educational videos
that for some reason he loved,
and just left him to it.
- Wait, why did he love them?
- I don't know.
I mean, I didn't watch the videos.
They were like those old PSAs
they'd show us in school
about not doing drugs
that made everybody
just want to do drugs.
But not me, obviously.
I would never do drugs.
So for years, Jessup's only connection
to the outside world were these videos?
- I suppose so, yeah.
- OK.
I need to see them.
Well, if they're on those analog tapes,
then they're buried under
Well, hold on.
We might actually have something else.
Sending you the playback now.
He'd watch the videos, and
they'd record his reactions.
It was all part of his protocol.
Is that what we all look like
when we watch TV?
Morales, middle row, far left.
Can you isolate that one?
[computer chirps]
What is he saying?
You have a plane, honey?
You have some explaining, honey?
"I Love Lucy?"
No, I think he's saying Johnny.
"Leave me alone."
Can we go back to the
beginning of the video?
[keyboard clacks]
Sorry, wait.
Why did you pause the tape?
Look at the reflection on his glasses.
Those are words.
Nice catch.
"Conflict resolution."
What is that, UW?
University of Wyoming.
They made the tapes.
Morales, contact the university.
We're going to need
a copy of these tapes.
No need.
Turns out the UW psych department
posts all of its videos online.
[dramatic music]
You have some explaining to do, Johnny.
Leave me alone.
We just want to understand why
you hurt that boy at school today.
I don't know.
I get angry sometimes, OK?
I get the urge to hurt people
or break things.
It feels good to let out my anger.
Man, can you imagine
watching these things all day,
every day, for ten years?
- I'd probably be a psychopath too.
- Johnny.
But if we can't help you,
maybe someone else can.
Wait, that woman.
Morales, can you pause on her?
Accept.
You don't think...
Do we have a picture
of the first abductee,
uh, Irene McFadden?
Yeah.
That's her. She's Mom.
♪ ♪
Then the second abductee...
♪ ♪
Jessup is abducting
the actors from the video.
For years, the only
psychological outlet
Jessup has had, the family he can
project his fantasy onto, is this one.
So as far as he's concerned,
these actors are his real family.
Well, if that's true,
he's going after Johnny next.
OK, well, how do we find out
Johnny's real name?
How did Jessup?
[chuckles]
What are the chances?
No way.
New plan.
Morales, find us a location
for Michael Brennan.
On it.
[suspenseful music]
He lives here with his father.
Seems like Michael Brennan
is taking a little break from acting.
Uh, felony possession,
felony possession with intent to sell,
and public urination.
Cute. [door opens]
Child actors, man.
Mr. Brennan?
Who's asking?
Rebecca Henderson, FBI.
I've been expecting you.
Now, I sent you 87 letters
about those cell phone towers.
You know, the negative ions
in the copper piping reverberate EMFs.
Its signal blocks the pineal gland,
which is the mind-soul
connection, of course.
Of course.
But we're not here to talk...
Actually, that is exactly
why we're here.
The negative EMFs.
Negative ions.
Sorry, the negative ions.
Right, it's a very serious matter,
and I'm glad that you
have alerted us to it.
Well, I'm just doing
my duty as a citizen.
You know, I tried to tell my son...
- Michael, right?
- Yeah.
But he doesn't believe me.
Is he home at the moment?
No, he's never home.
He just hangs out
with his punk friends.
Look, it... it's not his fault.
It's the 5G.
Softens the brain.
Mm, yeah, it smooths it out.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.
Um, can you tell us
where Michael is right now?
We just want to talk
some sense into him.
Well, I'd be indebted to you.
- Great.
- Well.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Who's out there?
Cops!
[grunts]
[knocks]
Michael Brennan?
[glass shatters, shouting]
[items clattering]
♪ ♪
- Jessup?
- I'm going in.
- On the floor!
- FBI!
♪ ♪
[screams]
[thudding and grunting]
Stay down!
Where's Brennan?
- Where is he?
- I don't know, man!
Brennan's on the move! I got him!
Bex, wait!
♪ ♪
Hey, hey!
♪ ♪
[car horn honks]
Hey, brother.
I was looking for you.
Do you need a ride?
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[panting]
♪ ♪
[tires squealing]
[engine revving]
♪ ♪
.
We're looking everywhere
for Jessup's car.
Get with Morales,
see what she can find.
Then head back to the
command center, regroup.
I'll catch up with you
once they stitch me up.
We don't have time to regroup.
Jessup has three hostages
and we have no idea
where he's taking them.
We're on a clock right now.
We're always on a clock.
Head back to command.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
I need to speak to someone
who knows how Jessup thinks.
Who was the last therapist
to talk to him?
Oh, that would be the one
he turned into a pretzel.
Does Dr. Pretzel have a name?
[sighs] OK, listen,
I've had it with everyone
being so damn withholding around here.
You guys can have your secrets.
That's fine.
You can play your little games.
The reality is
Jessup has three captives.
If we don't find them, they will die.
Look, I never met the guy,
but I heard his name.
Dr. Lansing.
You sure?
All the guards heard the story.
Yeah, I'm... I'm sure.
OK, let's take a little field trip.
Something tells me
you're not planning
on telling Hassani about this.
And ruin his medical leave?
Well, did the kid hit him first?
Thank you.
Well, you know that's self-defense.
Obviously I'm not going
to say that to him.
[phone buzzes]
♪ ♪
Yeah, I'm going to have
to call you right back.
Tell the kids I miss them. Love you.
Bye.
♪ ♪
So, um, other than the imminent danger
from escaped psychopaths,
everything OK?
If I ask you something,
can you promise not
to repeat it to anyone?
Uh, sure.
[chuckles softly]
♪ ♪
Did you ever see this inmate
in the Pit?
No, I don't think so. Who's that?
His name is Eli Johnson.
Eli Johnson?
I never heard of him.
Was he someone you, uh, you put away?
He's the one you Nancy Drew'd.
Your friend's dad, right?
- Yeah.
- You think he was in the Pit?
I know that
he was transferred somewhere,
but I cannot figure out where.
Why don't you ask your friend?
I mean, if her dad was
transferred somewhere legit,
- she'd know, right?
- I can't do that.
Why not?
He k*lled her.
I am so sorry.
I did not mean to be...
- It's OK.
- [exhales]
It's OK.
The night that I slept over at Naomi's,
when I broke into her dad's garage
and I found the rope,
he found me.
Whoa.
I don't know if he heard
my footsteps or what,
but when he turned
that light on, I just...
I just ran.
And I went home, and I woke up my dad,
and by the time
the cops got to the house,
there was a standoff,
and, um...
[somber music]
He k*lled her
as they broke down the door.
[sighs softly]
Um it says... it says we're here.
♪ ♪
[knock at door]
[soft suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
I was wondering when you might show up.
You two must be from the base.
FBI, actually.
Detention specialist, D-block.
- Do you mind if I take a seat?
- Please.
Dr. Lansing, I was hoping
that you might shed some light
on a prior patient of yours,
Clayton Jessup.
♪ ♪
You were the last therapist
to speak with him.
And he was the last one
who saw me standing.
What can you tell us
about the treatments?
I was close.
He was getting better. He was.
If I had just had
a little more time with him,
it could have been
a career-defining breakthrough.
What went wrong?
One of you.
It wasn't Clayton's fault.
He moved to embrace me.
Guard got spooked, drew his sidearm.
Clayton lost his temper,
gripped me too hard, and...
well.
I'm really sorry.
[indistinct chatter]
Sir, how's your arm?
Doctors say I'll live.
Where's Agent Henderson?
Uh, she hasn't reported back yet, sir.
I need the location on a vehicle.
Look, I understand
that it's been a while,
but do you know of anywhere that Jessup
might be hiding out?
A place that feels like home to him?
I wish I could help, Agent Henderson,
but Clayton isn't my problem anymore.
He hasn't been my problem
since the day he broke my back.
Now, I wanted to resume our sessions
when I was well enough to work again,
but the powers that be
wouldn't allow it.
The powers that be?
Who did you report to?
♪ ♪
I know there were other people
in charge back then.
We're just trying to
understand how it all worked.
Of course.
But, truthfully, I don't know
how much I can help.
It's been years since
I've been down there.
And I really shouldn't
be telling you any of this.
[sighs]
Um, Bex, it's Hassani.
♪ ♪
Dr. Lansing, I get your
reluctance to talk about this,
but in order to do my job,
I need to understand what was
done to the inmates in the Pit.
My hands are tied.
I truly hope that you find him quickly.
I do.
But it's late, and I am very tired.
♪ ♪
Doctor, I'm sorry.
It's just you are the first person
involved in the Pit that can
give me any real answers.
My dear, don't you understand?
There are no answers in the Pit.
Only more questions.
♪ ♪
[camera shutter clicks]
Please!
[sobs]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[door creaks]
♪ ♪
OK. What about the therapy videos?
Why did you show Jessup
all of those old PSAs?
Those videos were made
specifically for Clayton.
I produced them myself through a grant
from the University of Wyoming,
who distributed them to schools
throughout the state.
You made the videos yourself?
Of course, I did. Now, please.
Where did you make them?
♪ ♪
Here? You filmed them here?
Jessup's in this house, isn't he?
We just want to understand
why you hurt that boy at school today.
I... I don't know.
I just get angry sometimes.
♪ ♪
.
Where is he?
You need to leave.
I promised him I would
get you out of here quickly.
If he senses you're onto him,
he will k*ll the others.
He's going to k*ll them anyways.
No, please!
You don't know him the way that I do.
- I can talk him through this.
- Not a chance.
He trusts me.
Look, if you want to help,
you and your friend
need to get out of here now
and let me do my job.
[suspenseful music]
Shane?
♪ ♪
Please, I am begging you.
♪ ♪
[pipe clanking]
♪ ♪
[muffled whimpering]
♪ ♪
[gas hissing]
♪ ♪
[gas mask hissing]
♪ ♪
[gas hissing]
♪ ♪
If you go now, I can save them.
Where does this door lead?
[gas hissing]
♪ ♪
Dr. Lansing, you need
to get out of the house, OK?
He won't hurt me.
Wait, no! No!
[door slams, lock clicks]
♪ ♪
[gas hissing]
♪ ♪
[mechanical grinding]
[panting]
♪ ♪
Come on.
♪ ♪
[panting]
Shane, Shane.
[grunts]
Come on, come on.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
[grunts]
- Gotta get them out of here.
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
[panting]
[screaming]
♪ ♪
Put him down, Clayton.
- No.
- [screams]
He said... he said it was safe here.
He said it's safe for my family.
OK.
Clayton, please listen.
You're very bad. You lied to me.
- [bones crunching]
- [screaming]
I just wanted my family all together.
They're all together.
I'm going to put the g*n away, OK?
Just gonna put this away.
I get it.
You just wanted to be loved, right?
- Yeah.
- To feel important?
Clayton, is that right?
Yes, yes.
I understand.
Yeah. Now I can't.
Now I'm all alone again.
No, that's not true.
It's very true.
No, that's not true.
You want to know why?
Because I know someone who
loves you so, so much,
who thinks you're incredibly important.
♪ ♪
Who?
Dr. Lansing.
He loves you.
No.
Guess what, though, Clayton?
If you hurt him,
he can't love you anymore.
He thinks of you like a son.
- Why are you doing this?
- Even after you hurt him,
he tried so, so hard
to come back and see you.
That's how important he thinks you are.
You want to put him down?
Let's let him go.
Do you want to let him go?
Yes, yes.
♪ ♪
But now I can't.
He has to die.
.
- Clayton, don't.
- [whimpering]
Don't hurt Dr. Lansing.
He loves you so much.
He doesn't.
He... he's a... he lied to me.
- No.
- [gasps]
- Ow!
- He lied to me.
- You're a liar!
- No.
He's a liar.
You're all lying!
No one's lying, Clayton. I promise.
You're very bad.
- Let's let him go, OK?
- No.
- You're a very bad man.
- [screaming] Ow, ow, ow, ow!
In the leg this time.
- [g*nsh*t]
- [whimpering]
Stay down, stay down.
- Don't move.
- My legs!
Stay on the ground.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Irene, Walter, and Michael
are all going to be OK.
Uh-oh.
a*s-chewing incoming.
You get yourself checked out?
All good.
Hey, Hassani, listen. I'm sorry.
- We should have told you that we were...
- Question.
Are you hungry?
Got to be someplace
around here still open.
I know a place.
[indistinct chatter]
Yo, hey.
All: Hey!
- Still got it.
- Nice.
All-state, three years running.
Go Badgers!
[clicks teeth]
Speaking of going.
You're taking that to the bathroom?
[laughter]
Wild day, huh?
I cannot have you running off
without me like that.
[sighs]
Trust goes both ways.
We pulled another guard
out of the rubble
this morning, dead.
He was stationed close
to where we believe
the blast originated.
I had a lab analyze his body for C-4.
Came back positive.
You told me the expl*si*n
came from a gas leak.
I told you what the AG told me.
I don't know what happened, but
I know it wasn't an accident.
OK, well, why would
the AG say that, then?
The only reason someone
invents a terrible lie
is to cover an even worse truth.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Bex, I need to show you something.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
You brought him here?
I knew you wouldn't be satisfied
till you saw Johnson
with your own eyes.
♪ ♪
[door opens]
[soft suspenseful music]
Rebecca?
[laughs]
What a surprise.
I haven't seen you since...
well... [chuckles] In a long time.
Oh, my God, you've grown.
♪ ♪
They said you were
transferred out of Sussex.
Where did they transfer you to?
Oh, a cage is a cage is a cage.
[loud metallic clank]
- Doesn't matter where you put it.
- You'd be surprised.
I petitioned
for a move to Wallens Ridge.
I wanted to be closer to my daughter.
- [inhales sharply]
- [chair bangs]
Don't get too comfortable.
I'll have you transferred
back to Sussex in a week.
Do you think they'd
let you still be an agent
if they knew the truth?
If your friend Agent Odell
hadn't buried it?
He knows the truth about what
really happened that night.
[chuckles]
Or didn't he tell you?
When you were at Quantico,
he was the one who interviewed
me for your security clearance,
and I told him everything.
What you said to the police,
to all the investigators,
to your father.
It was a lie.
You said you went down
into my garage alone.
But you took my daughter with you.
You convinced Naomi
to go through my personal possessions,
which she never would have
done on her own.
She was a good girl.
♪ ♪
And now the world thinks you're a hero.
But you and I both know the truth.
You're just the girl who ran away.
And left her friend behind.
And you're just a sociopath
who k*lled his own daughter.
♪ ♪
[door slams]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey.
Are you OK?
You knew, and you covered for me.
[sighs]
You were just a kid when that happened,
but lying to the police
would have disqualified you
from the Bureau,
and I knew the kind of agent
you'd make someday.
Why didn't you tell me
that you knew the truth?
Because it was your story.
And I thought if you
ever wanted me to know
you'd tell me yourself someday
when you were ready.
[soft dramatic music]
I'm sorry.
For how it ended.
No.
No, you made the right call.
[sniffles]
- What do you got?
- You were right.
Ten minutes before the blast,
the digital firewall
at the prison was breached.
A thousand terabytes of encrypted data
was removed from the server.
Can you confirm a location?
The breach occurred
in the office of Oliver Odell.
He knew the blast was coming.
I need you to send me
everything the agency has
- on him right away.
- I'm on it.
Do it quietly.
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