The Hunting Party

- 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.

How many inmates got out?

- You're here, Agent Henderson,

to help us catch them.

- Can you run vocal recognition on an audio recording for me?

I need this done quietly.

Evelyn Lazarus doesn't exist.

- Apparently she could run a sub five-minute mile.

- So if she's running anywhere close to that,

there's gotta be a record of her competing,

and that is how we are gonna find her real name.

I got you, Caitlin Taylor.

Close your eyes.

Deep breath in.

And... Release.

Good.

You're a little tighter than usual.

Mm-hmm.

- Have you been doing those exercises I showed you?

I'm trying.

- Because it's important to take time to relax,

to release the tension.

And sorry again for canceling last week so last minute.

It's just that, uh-- - It's fine.

- It's just my sister's been sick for a while.

Well, longer than a while,

and she--

she actually just passed.

- Sorry, do you mind if we don't talk?

Oh. Sure.

Great, thanks.

Amanda, what's going on?

Where did you go?

Deep breath in.

Ow.

That's it.

That's Colonel Lazarus?

That is Caitlin Taylor

the day before she apparently died by suicide.

But look who else is in the photo.

Dr. Dulles.

- If Colonel Lazarus is Caitlin Taylor,

that means an inmate from the Pit

is a colonel in the U.S. military.

How is that even possible?

Inmates don't leave the Pit, let alone

breeze through West Point. - Unless they do.

Who else knows about this?

Just you and me right now.

That's the way I want it to be until I get more proof,

and you are the only person who can help me with that.

There's one more thing.

Okay.

- A few weeks ago, Shane gave me an audio file,

asked if I could voice match it to anyone.

I ran it, came back as Colonel Lazarus.

Okay.

What was he working on?

I don't know.

- And when you told him that it was Colonel Lazarus's voice,

what did he say?

I didn't.

I was going to, but then Oliver died.

- So does Shane know that she's an inmate?

He might.

But why wouldn't he say anything?

We got a hit.

What do we got?

Morning.

- Homicide, Covington, Kentucky.

Rick Howell of 144 Elm Way.

Social worker did a wellness check this morning.

Found his body had been there at least two weeks.

Bruises on the neck and torso indicate

a physical altercation.

Local PD found nothing missing except the victim's

red Nissan Sentra. I already have a BOLO out.

Digital prints match Pit inmate Amanda Weiss.

The Masseuse.

Y'all both know her?

- It's a little to forget when it's a woman.

- Let me guess, you wrote a paper on her at Quantico.

- And then I didn't get a massage for three years.

- Amanda Weiss was the product of a physically

and psychologically abusive mother

and showed classic early indicators of psychopathy--

shallow affect, manipulative charm,

a tendency for calculated violence.

But she also had a sister, Lucy.

She was in and out of drug rehabs all through her teens.

- Amanda acted as Lucy's shield.

The sisterly bond they forged came from unfortunate

circumstances, but she grounded Amanda,

preventing her from pursuing her violent fantasies.

- Because she knew if she got locked up,

nobody would be there for Lucy.

- Which is why when Lucy OD'd on fentanyl, Amanda snapped.

She murdered six clients in the span of one week.

She broke their necks at C4 and C5, killing them instantly.

- So she's a spree killer. That's rare, right?

Oh, yeah, very.

When the loss of her sister destabilized Amanda,

she felt abandoned.

- What does that have to do with some random guy

in Kentucky?

Why? Where are you sitting?

I don't know.

You don't know?

- Um, I don't carry Coach, and I don't fly coach.

It's a small plane.

You're never gonna get first class at this point.

Uh-huh?

They went to the wrong gate.

I'm on 19A.

Hopefully I'm sitting by you.

- I'll be the last one to get off the plane.

- Amanda, I was hoping we might try this again today.

Tell me about your desires.

Patient unresponsive.

What is the effect of this silence, Amanda?

Patient unresponsive.

You know, I wonder, what kind of enjoyment

do you draw from this?

- Wow, that is like watching paint refusing to dry.

- Amanda stonewalled the first two shrinks

the Pit threw at her, so they brought in a heavy hitter,

Dr. Celia Erikson,

a leader in post-Lacanian psychoanalytic theory.

- Looked like Amanda sent their heavy hitter

back to the benches without breaking a sweat.

- I've read some of Dr. Erikson's stuff.

Her questions are a little unconventional,

but they're specifically designed

to identify a patient's psychic map and ethical framework.

- And what does that mean exactly?

- It means how a patient responds,

the form and the grammar of the answers

is more important than the words they choose.

- And, um, what does that mean exactly?

- Okay, when we speak, we decide what we wanna say,

the words we wanna use.

But very rarely do we pre-select the grammar

in those sentences.

And it's those choices that reveal our unconscious.

Unless they don't talk.

In a sense, yes,

but even Amanda not answering

is in itself an answer.

- All right, so how does a shrink get a subject to talk

when they don't want to?

Listen to this.

According to Dr. Erikson's notes, in order for Amanda's

therapy to be successful, Amanda would have to form

a similar emotional attachment to her.

Okay, that's a little naive.

I mean, given Amanda's psychopathy,

there's no way she was gonna form

an emotional connection with Dr. Erikson,

especially with her defenses up.

Erikson's deluding herself.

Yep, and it shows.

Watch this.

- Amanda, at this point, I think it's fairly obvious

that you're not gaining anything from these sessions,

and quite frankly, neither am I.

Flying in here every week, it's a waste of my time.

So I'm terminating treatment.

Goodbye, Amanda.

Wait, she just quit?

- Yeah, I mean, she wasn't getting anywhere.

- No, I mean, she just threw in the towel.

I wasn't expecting that.

- Morales, we just got a hit on that missing red Nissan.

- Where? - Lexington, Kentucky.

Outside a house belonging to a Tiffany Blair,

who was MIA at work this morning.

- I'll go around back. - Yep.

Front room's clear. Going upstairs.

Where's Tiffany?

Hey.

Hey, can you hear me?

Help!

Please!

Please help!

There's no blood anywhere.

- And noodles so old, even I wouldn't eat them.

- Okay, well, whatever happened here

didn't happen today.

No sign of them upstairs.

Found a key tray with no keys in it.

Morales, find out what kind of car Tiffany was driving.

Maybe Weiss took off in it.

I'll check the Nissan.

So what are you thinking?

- If this wasn't Amanda Weiss, I'd say this was an abduction.