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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.
[explosion booming]
- This was never about me keeping secrets from you.
This was about me finding my mother.
Why did you take over inmate recovery?
- Because I believe in some of the work the Pit was doing.
I was given a second chance.
I don't intend to waste it.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[The Mamas & the Papas' "Dedicated to the One I Love"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ While I'm far away ♪
♪ From you, my baby ♪
♪ I know it's hard ♪
♪ For you, my baby ♪
♪ Because it's hard ♪
♪ For me, my baby ♪
♪ And the darkest hour ♪
♪ Is just before dawn ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Each night before ♪
♪ You go to bed, my baby ♪
♪ Whisper a little prayer ♪
♪ For me, my baby ♪
♪ And tell ♪
♪ All the stars above ♪
- ♪ This is dedicated to the one I love ♪
♪ This is dedicated ♪ - ♪ To the one I love ♪
♪ This is dedicated to the one I love ♪
- ♪ This is dedicated ♪ - ♪ This is dedicated ♪
- You're using too much blush, Colette.
- Dad always said be generous with it, Liza.
You want them to look alive.
- Yeah, he also said makeup is expensive.
[uneasy music]
- I want him to look good.
♪ ♪
- It's a closed casket. No one's gonna see him.
- [whispers] Yeah, but we'll know.
You look very handsome, Daddy.
- I'm going out to meet some friends.
- There's still so much more to do before the funeral.
- Look, if there's one person who understood
needing a drink, it's Dad.
- Don't talk about him like that!
- [laughs] Like I said, wasting money.
♪ ♪
Are you really gonna open a fresh jar?
You think Dad cares what he looks like?
You are such a freak.
- You gonna let your sister talk to you
like that, sweetie?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- What is even wrong with you?
- Tell her she can't talk to you that way.
♪ ♪
- You can't talk to me like that.
- Excuse me?
What, are you gonna start crying?
♪ ♪
Did I hurt your feelings?
- Stand up for yourself.
- You're just as nuts as Dad. - Do it.
- [grunts]
- Good.
- [choking, squelching]
- ♪ Each night before ♪
♪ You go to bed, my baby ♪
♪ Whisper a little prayer ♪
- That's my girl.
Good job.
- Thanks, Dad.
Thanks.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- As surprising as it might sound,
dinner with Lazarus was actually nice.
- Nice?
That's all you have to say about that?
- What's nice is that you're still breathing.
- I'm serious. We--we just talked.
Honestly, I think she's as curious about me
as I am about her.
She didn't even know I was her son
until a couple of weeks ago.
- How did she say that she found that out?
- Well, she said part of her knew
the moment she saw me in the command center.
She pulled my records, confirmed it.
I mean, I don't know what I imagined
finding my mom would be like, but it wasn't this.
[chuckles] I mean, she cooked me lasagna.
Well, she tried to.
And for what it's worth, it actually
felt like she was being open, you know.
I asked her about the recovery operation,
straight up. - And?
- She said she wanted to be part of it because
she believes in some of the work the Pit was doing.
- Yeah, of course she did. She ran it.
- Well, so did Odell.
[tense music]
I know that that's completely different.
♪ ♪
I'm just saying, she's not what I expected.
I'm sorry, I'm just tired.
We've had a long day.
[phones buzzing]
- About to get longer. Got a hit.
What about the missing inmates?
Ever since Lazarus took over the transport,
three inmates were moved out,
and no one seems to know where they went.
- Just because they've been moved
doesn't mean something messed up is happening.
I'm not saying we trust her completely, OK?
But what do we actually have on her, really?
Besides the fact that she made a horrible mistake
as a teenager and spent decades in prison.
♪ ♪
- A dead body was found in a mortuary
in Kansas City an hour ago.
- Just the one? - Mm-hmm.
Our victim, Henry Bradley,
was the owner and funeral director
of the Bradley Mortuary,
which used to be the Akins Mortuary.
Now, the hit was confirmed by a partial fingerprint
belonging to Inmate H64, Colette Akins.
You want to do the honors? - Sure.
Back in 2015, Colette chalked up
an impressive 11 murders to her name.
From a young age, she was raised in the family business.
[pleasant music playing]
- When the time comes,
show your loved ones you care.
all: We're here for you.
- Akins Family Mortuary.
- Very Addams Family.
- No Morticia.
- Sadly, the mom died in childbirth.
That's Dad, Nathan Akins, with Colette.
And on the left, older sister Liza.
The two sisters had a lot of resentment
due to the mother's death--
so much so that Liza's favorite pastime
was locking Colette in coffins for hours on end.
- Kids will be kids.
- Her dad was the only one that Colette
actually felt protected her.
The day of her dad's funeral,
Colette decides to slit Liza's throat with an embalming knife.
And then when she's finally caught years later,
she tells police her dead dad told her to do it.
- Like, she saw his ghost or something?
- More like a disembodied voice.
Auditory psychosis can be the result
of a couple different things--
brain injury, sleep deprivation, trauma.
In Colette's case, they think that it was tied
to the embalming chemicals that she was working with.
- Formaldehyde. - Damn.
I knew some guys back home who used to smoke
weed soaked in formaldehyde.
- They hear voices telling them to kill people too?
- Colette's father's voice told her to do a lot more than that.
He instructed her to put Liza's corpse in his coffin,
bury them together, and then tell
friends and family that Liza had run off to California.
- OK, so Liza was the first.
Who were the next ten?
- Women all around Liza's age that Colette
saw as a replacement for her abusive older sister
and activated her trauma stimulus response.
She would stalk them, kill them, and then put them
in coffins with other cadavers that were being buried
by the family funeral home,
just like she did with her sister.
- I mean, it is a pretty cool system for hiding bodies.
If--you know, if you're a depraved serial killer.
- Plane's on the tarmac.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[wind whistling]
[chimes clinking]
[ominous music]
- [breathing deeply]
I can't sleep.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
Can you sing to me?
- Hello? Is anyone there?
- Can you hear me?
- I need help.
Help!
- Can you sing me a lullaby?
- What? No.
Please, you gotta get me out of here.
- How about a story?
- Lady, I don't know any stories.
Just, please, let me out of here!
[tense music]
Hello? Are you there?
Are you out there? Lady?
- You want me to tell you a story?
How about that? - No.
No, I don't want a story.
Look, lady, it's hot in here.
I can barely breathe.
I really need some water.
Just let me out of here!
What the hell is wrong with you?
♪ ♪
- It was a bone-cold winter's night,
and inside a little house,
a little girl lay in her bed all alone.
- Please.
- And just as she was about to fall asleep,
she heard a noise.
- Please, I need water!
- Hey!
Shh!
I'm telling you a story.
- OK. I'm listening.
- So the little girl heard a sound,
but when she opened her eyes and looked around,
she couldn't see anything.
But then, through a crack in the wall,
she saw what was making the sound.
- Look, lady... - It was a mouse.
- I don't know what you want, but I can get it for you.
- And the little girl was like, hello, mouse,
would you like to be my friend? - Money?
You want money? Please, what do I have to do?
- But this wasn't a cute mouse. - Please, just let me out!
Stop, please!
[gurgling]
- What was the little girl to do?
- What are you doing?
- I said, what was the little girl to do?
[glass shatters]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
It turns out the mouse wasn't a mouse at all.
- Please, just let me go. - It was a rat.
A big, fat, ugly rat!
And they just kept coming around
and squeaking and scratching,
and the little girl couldn't fall asleep.
Even though she said to the rat, be quiet,
the rat just kept saying, "Can I please have some water?
I'm thirsty. I want some water."
And because the girl was a nice little girl...
- No, no, no, no!
- She gave the rat exactly what it wanted.
[banging]
[water sloshing]
♪ ♪
- And then everything was quiet again.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
But the little girl still couldn't sleep.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
.
- I can help you, Colette, but you've got to talk to me.
Now, let's start with where the bodies are buried.
- Who we are, the essence of our being,
is so much more than just cartilage.
- Is that something your father would say?
Is he here now?
- He loves me.
- May I speak with your father?
- No.
- Why not?
[eerie music]
- 'Cause he's mine.
- Colette, help us reunite your victims
with their loved ones.
♪ ♪
- Dad says no.
Sorry.
- Please, just--just tell us where the bodies are buried,
and we'll leave you and your father alone.
- Dad says you're a liar
and not to trust a word out of your mouth.
♪ ♪
- Son of Sam said a voice told him to kill too, right?
- No, that was a dog.
- Since when does the Pit care
about things like retrieving the bodies
for grieving families?
- They probably didn't,
but they couldn't resist the challenge.
I mean, think about it-- this woman is
completely controlled by auditory psychosis.
They control the voices, they control her.
And to do that surgically, they sent her to...
- Professor Fairfax.
- The one and only.
[buzzing]
♪ ♪
Looks like the Pit allowed Fairfax
to perform experimental surgeries on Colette
called targeted neurocortical decoupling.
- Which does what, exactly?
- Essentially, they severed the neural pathways
that created the auditory hallucinations.
- Took away Daddy's voice.
- Of course they did.
- Well, they might have taken Daddy's voice,
but Colette still didn't give up
the locations of the bodies.
- Are we feeling any better today?
- Where is he? Why won't he talk to me?
- If you're interested in talking,
I know your therapist is eager to resume your sessions.
[tense music]
- Why can't I hear him?
What did you do?
- Well, Colette, I like to think
we brought you some peace.
- No. I want you to bring him back.
- Removing the voice they couldn't control
was just step one.
- [sobbing]
- Colette, it's OK. It's Dad.
They brought me back to you,
so we could be together.
- That's not real.
- Colette, the people here, they just want to help you.
Tell them what they want to know.
- That is quite the parlor trick.
- How'd they get the voice right?
- Do you remember the commercial
for the family mortuary?
- How could I forget?
- They scraped the audio and then created
a program where they could say
whatever they wanted in his voice.
- But you're doing great.
Sweetie, if you tell them what they want to know,
then we can get back to being--
[crackling, static]
♪ ♪
- Dad?
- If you want to talk to your dad, Colette,
you need to talk to us first.
- Some psychotic form of mind control.
- The Holy Grail of psyops.
- Honey, just tell them where you hid the bodies.
That way, we can be together forever.
♪ ♪
- Heather Wilson is buried with Howard Yates,
section five, lot 1443, Blessed Assurance Lawn.
It's a tranquil spot with a beautiful view
of the crypts on the southern slope
of the cemetery. - That's so twisted.
- It worked. They got their bodies.
Colette got her father's voice back.
- Yeah, until the Pit blew up.
Now she's all alone again.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[door clicks]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Oh, could have changed the slogan.
- Hmm.
♪ ♪
- Police said Bradley was dead almost a week
before they found him downstairs.
Throat was slit with an embalming scalpel.
- That fits.
- They didn't find his body until yesterday?
- The mortuary is by appointment only.
Janitor came in for his weekly service,
and he found the body in here last night.
Cops are bringing him down to talk to us right now.
♪ ♪
- Could this have been a territorial thing?
She comes home to find the family business
being run by somebody else, somebody who isn't Dad?
- Or maybe Colette came back for her trophies.
♪ ♪
- Hey, guys, she'll be out in a second.
- All right.
Thank you, officer.
♪ ♪
- Hi.
I understand you're the one that found the body.
Special Agent Rebecca Henderson.
- Franco.
- Do you mind if I ask a couple questions?
- OK.
- How long have you worked here?
- Almost three years.
- Was that space always empty? - No, ma'am.
Usually there's a coffin on it. A fancy one too.
- OK. When did it disappear?
- It was here the last time I was here.
- Is there any chance that Mr. Bradley
could have sold it before he passed?
- It's a floor model.
♪ ♪
- Have you noticed anything else missing?
- There's usually a work van out back.
♪ ♪
- Colette's childhood trauma, her MO,
it's all tied to coffins.
There's one missing, along with a van.
- We'll put out a BOLO.
- She didn't come here to kill. She came here to steal.
- We're thinking robbery gone wrong?
- Well, if she stole a coffin,
she's planning to put someone in it.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ A-tisket, a-tasket ♪
♪ I dropped my yellow basket ♪
♪ I wrote a letter to my woman ♪
♪ On the way, I dropped it ♪
♪ I dropped it, I dropped it ♪
♪ That little yellow basket ♪
[doorbell ringing]
♪ ♪
Thanks, you can just leave it on the porch.
- Actually, I need a signature.
- Okie-dokes.
[tense music]
♪ Yes, siree, Mr. Mailman ♪
♪ I hope that package is for me ♪
[humming melody]
Good morning. - Here you go.
- Thanks.
[stun gun crackles] [grunts]
♪ ♪
.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Wife came home to find a mess and her husband missing.
We got the 911 call.
- Are we sure it's Colette?
- Ring camera saw her dragging him out of the house.
- I mean, I don't know, it's not like him.
I mean, I came home, and his phone was there.
And then the lamp was broken,
and nobody will tell me anything.
Where is he?
The police won't tell me anything.
Did somebody take him?
Why would anyone kidnap my husband?
- We don't know.
- But you'll find him, right?
- Look, we are gonna do everything possible.
I promise.
- [sighs] - Excuse me. Hi.
Sorry to interrupt.
Hey, Sue, did you go to Washington High School?
- Uh, yes, we both did.
It's the biggest high school in the county,
so most of us went there.
Oh, this is Marty's mother. Excuse me.
Hi.
- What's up?
- So Marty went to Washington High School,
graduated in 2004.
Guess who else graduated from Washington High in '04.
- Colette's sister.
- And Colette graduated from here two years later.
- Marty's mom is on her way over.
- Uh, Sue, you and Marty went to the same high school
as Liza and Colette Akins?
- That was our dubious claim to fame, or notoriety, I guess.
- What were they like?
- I never really got to know either of them.
It was such a shocker when we found out what happened,
Colette murdering Liza that way.
Colette was the quiet one too.
- What about Marty and Liza?
Did they know each other at all?
- Mm, why do you ask?
- Uh, no stone unturned. - Bex.
- As far as I can remember, Marty never talked
to either one of them.
Uh, different circles.
Liza was one of the popular kids.
You know how high school is. [chuckles]
Marty spent most of his time in choir practice.
[breathing shakily]
Marty is the kindest person I know.
Why would anyone want to hurt him?
- Bex.
[somber music]
- Hey, Sue? Sue, listen to me.
We're gonna do whatever it takes to bring Marty home, OK?
- Mm-hmm.
- They found a body.
[dramatic music]
[machinery whirring]
- That's not Marty.
- So she kills Henry Bradley, leaves him at the mortuary,
kills this guy, and hides him in a grave?
- Bradley was a means to an end.
She got the coffin, the van.
You think this guy serves a different purpose?
- Yeah.
- His name's Nelson Stuart.
Worked at a nursery.
- What, like with babies?
- No, like plants.
- Ah. - Been missing a week.
Cemetery employees dug this grave this morning.
When they got back from lunch, half the soil
was tossed back in with this poor guy underneath it.
- Yeah, well, Colette probably thought
they'd just put a coffin on top of it and not even notice.
- The medical examiner will confirm,
but I'd be surprised if time of death was over 24 hours ago.
- Means Colette must have kept him somewhere for a while.
- Why go to the trouble of kidnapping someone
if you're just gonna kill him and leave him out here?
- She needed the coffin for someone else.
- For Marty.
- Did Nelson go to school with Colette as well?
- No, he's not even from around here.
- There's got to be a connection.
- Well, we better figure out what that is,
or that's exactly how we're gonna find Marty's body.
♪ ♪
[eerie music]
- [breathing deeply]
♪ ♪
[chimes clinking]
♪ ♪
- [breathing shakily]
Hello?
What's going on?
Hello?
Somebody, please! Hello?
- [inhales sharply]
Oh, good. You're awake.
- What--what's happening?
Where am I? Oh, no.
Oh, God! Let me out of here, please!
- I can't do that.
But as long as you do as I say,
you don't have anything to worry about.
You like to sing, don't you? - [grunting]
- You're gonna sing to me.
- [muffled shouting]
- I can't believe it.
Of all the scenarios I imagined
why Nelson didn't show up this week,
murdered was not one of them.
- Yeah, I can imagine it would be a shock.
What do you know about his background?
Friends, family, hobbies?
- He was a hard worker.
He's great with the orchids.
[chuckles] He brightened up the place.
He talked about moving to Nashville.
He wanted to be a singer-songwriter.
He has this great--
uh, he had a--
a great voice.
Uh, the kind of voice you don't hear very often.
- So what, she's going after singers?
- What do you want to bet Colette's dad sang to her?
- Morales, I need you to run a search.
I remember some entries in her Pit file
that mentioned singing.
- Already on it.
Sending you something now.
- I can't sleep.
- I'm sorry, sweetie.
- Dad, can you--
can you sing to me like you used to?
- Of course, baby.
♪ Hush, little baby, don't say a word ♪
♪ Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird ♪
both: ♪ And if that mockingbird ♪
♪ Don't sing ♪ [phone beeps]
- That's good news for Marty.
- You think?
- She wants Marty to sing for her.
Dead men don't sing. - That didn't help Nelson.
- Well, maybe he refused, or he panicked.
But as long as he's singing, she's gonna keep him alive.
What I don't understand, though,
is how she's targeting them.
I mean, Marty was a schoolteacher.
Nelson worked at a garden center.
- She must have heard him sing somewhere.
- Morales, I need you to cross-reference their socials,
see if Marty and Nelson both went somewhere--
church choir, community theater,
voice lessons, anything.
- On it.
[chair creaking]
- Let's try it again.
- ♪ Hush, little baby, don't say a word ♪
♪ Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird ♪
♪ And if that mockingbird don't sing ♪
♪ Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring ♪
♪ If that diamond ring don't shine ♪
- You're doing it wrong.
- Wait, wait, wait.
Look, this song,
it's obviously important to you.
[panting]
Somebody must have sung it to you when you were little.
Am I right?
[tense music]
Was it your mother?
♪ ♪
- No.
♪ ♪
She died the day I was born.
♪ ♪
- I--I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't know.
That must have been really hard.
- What it is is none of your business!
- OK.
♪ ♪
Your father, then?
♪ ♪
- He loved me.
He believed in me when no one else did.
- I understand.
My mom's like that too.
♪ ♪
She's a very kind person,
just like your dad.
I'm sure he wouldn't want you to hurt me.
- If you can't help me,
I'm gonna have to find someone who will.
- No! No, don't go! Wait!
Hello? Hello?
♪ Hush, little baby, don't say a word ♪
♪ Daddy's-- ♪
.
- Guys, I think I found something.
Marty doesn't have social media,
but I found a picture of him
on his friend Emily's SnapMax page.
Turns out he was at a karaoke bar
the night before he was abducted.
And get this--
Colette's other victim, Nelson,
and his friends were at the same karaoke bar.
- The same night? - No.
As far as I can tell, they've never met one another.
But they were both at the same karaoke bar
within weeks of getting kidnapped.
- Nice work, Morales. Send us the address.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Crazy ♪
♪ I'm crazy for ♪
♪ Feeling so lonely ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm crazy ♪
♪ ♪
- Hey, dude, do you think it's possible
for you to not look like a cop?
- I don't look like a cop.
- You look like a cop.
- I do not look like a cop.
- Well, now you look even more like a cop.
- Whatever, man.
You look like a cop.
[indistinct chatter]
- Can I get you anything?
- Um, actually, yeah.
I was in here a couple nights ago.
I met this woman.
Um, I was wondering if you might have seen her.
I'm just trying to-- trying to hunt her down again.
- Yeah, she comes in here a lot.
♪ ♪
- ♪ Why do I let myself worry ♪
- So bartender recognized Colette's photo,
says she's in here most nights.
Apparently she's AO.
- What's AO? - Audience only.
Means she doesn't sing, she just watches.
- Ah. That makes sense.
She's in here trolling for her next victim,
not blowing off steam.
♪ ♪
OK, supposing she does show up...
what's the plan?
- We follow her.
I mean, if Marty's still alive,
we've gotta know where she's holding him.
- What if doesn't show?
- Do you have a better plan?
[laughs] - I'm gonna take a lap.
See what the song selection is.
I do a mean Cyndi Lauper.
- Mm. - I'm sure you do.
- ♪ Crazy for crying ♪
♪ And I'm crazy for loving ♪
- You OK?
- Hmm?
Yeah.
Uh, my wife and I went to a karaoke joint like this
on our first date.
♪ ♪
- That's sweet.
- [inhales sharply] Hey.
[clears throat] I've been thinking.
♪ ♪
Colette is literally murdering folks,
seeking that connection with her father.
- Yeah, and?
♪ ♪
- You think Shane's gonna do something he regrets
for Lazarus?
- I'm just saying, push comes to shove,
who's he gonna choose?
- I think we give Shane some space.
[cheers and applause]
- All right, one last time.
Let's give it up for Amy, everybody!
- I just still don't love the fact
that he lied to us, especially about something personal.
Do you still trust him 100%?
- I do, yeah.
- [breathes deeply]
[solemn music]
- I trust you too,
even if you left a few things out
of your story.
♪ ♪
- When did you find out?
- When you were in the hospital.
I figured someone should let your wife know
that you got shot.
♪ ♪
- I don't like to talk about it.
- You don't have to.
♪ ♪
- She died two years ago.
♪ ♪
- Were you with her?
- Nope.
I was halfway around the world.
♪ ♪
My parents were, and my kids.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Colette is here.
♪ ♪
.
- All right, next up, we've got Bobby.
Bobby, come on up here and show us what you got.
- Hey.
- Hey, uh, I just want to let you know
that there's some people here looking for you.
[tense music]
- OK, yeah, we just got made.
♪ ♪
Oh, wait, we gotta go.
♪ ♪
Hey, Colette.
Colette, we just want to talk.
Colette.
Colette, stop. Colette!
- Get out, get out.
- Everybody get out! Stay calm!
Keep moving! Move behind me!
Go, get out! - Stay back.
[dramatic music]
- Drop it. - You first.
- Please don't! - Shut up!
♪ ♪
You put the gun down right now, or I'll kill her.
I'll do it! - Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, it's just us, OK?
We just want to talk. - I don't want to talk!
I want you to let me out.
Now put the gun down. - I can't do that.
OK, OK, OK.
Guns down. Guns are going down.
You see?
His gun's down, my gun's down, all right?
Your turn. Put the knife down.
Look, I know that you're scared right now,
and I know that you don't want to hurt her,
but if your dad was here, what would he say?
- Don't talk about him. - OK, OK.
Why don't you talk about him? Tell us.
Tell us what he was like.
He loved you very much, right?
He kept you safe.
We are trying to keep you safe right now.
He protected you, when you were young, from Liza.
- She's horrible.
She charms everybody,
and they don't know the real her.
She told me all the bodies downstairs woke up at night,
and if I didn't stay real still in my bed,
would come up and find me.
So I didn't even get up to go to the bathroom,
and everyone loved her and hated me, except my dad!
[gasps, grunts]
- Get back, get back. Go behind me.
Go, move. - Stop moving.
- Got it. - [grunts]
- Stop.
- [groans]
- Calm down.
[tense music]
- Look at me. Where's Marty?
- [panting]
- Where are you keeping Marty, Colette?
- He was pretty dehydrated when I left.
I don't think he has much time.
♪ ♪
- Hey, my name is Special Agent Rebecca Henderson.
I am not here to intimidate you.
I'm not here to threaten you.
I'm here to talk to you, OK?
- You're a liar.
[ominous music]
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- Hey.
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Clock's ticking.
Local PD is upstairs taking statements.
I told them we were serving an interstate warrant.
- OK, if we have to turn her over to Lazarus,
Marty's as good as dead.
- She says Marty's alive, but do we believe her?
- I do.
Challenge is getting her to talk.
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Give me a couple minutes.
- [crying, panting]
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- I know it doesn't seem like it,
but I am actually here to help you.
- No, you're not.
You don't care about me.
The only one who cared about me was my dad, and he's gone now.
- What if he doesn't have to be?
I'm gonna lay out your two options, OK?
Option one, you go back to prison completely alone.
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Option two, you can go back with your dad--
his voice, at least, just like in the Pit.
All you gotta do is tell me where Marty is.
- [sighs]
Why would I believe anything you say?
You people told me that the last time,
and then you took him away.
- No, Colette, we did not take him away.
There was an explosion.
Do you remember that?
- Have you ever seen someone who's died of dehydration?
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The skin on their face shrivels up
and contorts like a scream.
I can give you some suggestions
so he looks better for the funeral.
- That's OK.
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New plan, then. You'll like it.
- [sighs]
[chair scraping]
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[speaking indistinctly]
[suspenseful music]
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.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- Hey.
♪ ♪
Hey!
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Let me out!
- Hey, little sis.
[tense music]
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- Stop it.
- [through voice modulator] I hear you have been
very bad, haven't you?
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- I know you're dead.
- Dead, alive, who we are...
the essence of our being,
it's so much more than just cartilage, no?
- This isn't real.
- Then I guess spending eternity together
wouldn't be a problem for you.
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Look, all I want to know
is where you're keeping Marty.
- Let me out of here.
- Why should I?
You didn't let those men out.
So why should I let you out?
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How about this?
You tell me where Marty is,
or I'll let you rot in there.
- No!
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- ♪ Hush, little baby, don't say a word ♪
♪ Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird ♪
- Stop doing that.
- ♪ And if that mockingbird don't sing ♪
- Stop. Stop. Shut up. Shut up.
- ♪ Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring ♪
- [crying]
- ♪ And if that diamond ring is brass ♪
♪ Daddy's gonna buy you a looking glass ♪
- Abandoned farmhouse, Route 13, farm road 8.
- I'm so sorry, I couldn't hear you through the coffin.
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- Abandoned farmhouse, Route 13, farm road 8.
[dramatic music]
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[Cyndi Lauper's "Time After Time"
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- They just found Marty.
He's gonna be just fine.
[siren wailing]
- Marty! Marty!
Oh, my God, Marty! - Oh, my God.
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- ♪ Lying in my bed ♪
♪ I hear the clock tick and I think of you ♪
♪ Caught up in circles ♪
♪ Confusion is nothing new ♪
♪ Flashback, warm nights ♪
♪ Almost left behind ♪
- I don't think this is what the TV is meant for.
- ♪ Suitcase of memories ♪ - Thank you.
- ♪ Time after ♪
♪ Sometimes you picture me ♪ - He's quite good.
- I don't think you should tell him that.
He'll keep going. [laughs]
- How about you? Are you OK?
- ♪ I can't hear what you've said ♪
- I don't know.
What we did to Colette, it's just--
- Hey, hey, hey.
You did what you had to do.
That was the only way to save Marty's life.
- I know that's supposed to make it easier,
but it just doesn't.
[sighs]
- ♪ Time after time ♪
♪ If you fall, I will catch you ♪
- I know the lines can get blurred out here.
- ♪ Time after time ♪
- But trust me, you're on the right side of this thing.
- ♪ Find me ♪ Who's coming?
Who's gonna come up and sing with me?
You're gonna join me. Come on.
- Oh. - It's you.
- You're up. - No, I don't sing.
- Yes, you do. - No, I don't!
- Bex. - Oh, sorry.
[phone buzzing] I, uh--
Saved by the bell. - So convenient.
- Don't leave me singing by myself.
- Get into it, Henderson. - All right, Shane.
- Come on. Come on.
Here. Here you go.
Come on, come on. Come on.
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♪ After my picture fades ♪
♪ And darkness has turned to gray ♪
- Go.
- I've been looking into Colonel Lazarus.
There's something you should know.
- Hmm?
- Seven years ago, a new-hire candidate
at the Pit was flagged on their security clearance.
Colonel Lazarus personally pushed it through anyway,
made sure he got the job.
- Sure, the warden, Oliver Odell.
- No, Shane Florence.
both: ♪ The drum beats out of time ♪
♪ If you're lost, you can look ♪
♪ And you will find me ♪
♪ Time after time ♪
- It seems like Colonel Lazarus has known
about Shane for a long time.
- Got it.
both: ♪ Time after time ♪
- That's good. - Yeah, that was pretty good.
- Really good singer. [squeals]
both: ♪ Time after time ♪
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[dramatic music]
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