Previously on "The Hunting Party"...
It's called the Pit,
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.
A few weeks ago,
Shane gave me an audio file,
asked if I could voice-match it
to anyone.
Came back as Colonel Lazarus.
And when you told him, what did he say?
I didn't.
Started working at the Pit
because I was looking
for a prisoner down there...
my biological mother.
Sorry, that voice recording was your mom?
[suspenseful music]
Faith is a funny thing.
Everyone has faith in something,
Money...
success...
Go.
Recognition.
But there comes a time in everyone's life
when we have to ask the question...
what do I believe in?
Faith is a word. Belief... is an action.
There was a time, I must admit...
...when I was...
...faithful, but...
I did not believe.
I was hiding from the truth.
And just like every one of you...
the truth... found me.
We're standing here outside
the compound of Noah Cyrus,
the controversial leader
of the infamous cult the Thirteenth Hour.
As we speak, dozens of federal agents
are preparing to move in.
Now, we've been told that his followers,
many armed, are refusing to surrender.
My friends, we all knew
this day would come.
But, brothers and sisters...
our souls are ready.
And though our enemies are many,
none of us will ever be alone...
again.
Noah Cyrus, this is your final warning.
Come out with your hands up.
Listen to them!
That's fear in their voice.
Agents of Babylon
trying to control that
which is out of their control.
[people gagging, grunting]
We were meant to be free.
And we will be free.
[gagging, grunting]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Don't be afraid, Puppy.
[peaceful music]
Love...
listen to me.
None can stop the victory
for those who believe.
♪ ♪
This is not the end.
♪ ♪
[g*nsh*t]
[explosions]
- [g*nshots]
- Target down.
- On the floor, now.
- Secure the area.
- Hands behind your back.
- Turn around!
♪ ♪
[Cream's "White Room"]
♪ ♪
♪ In the white room ♪
♪ With black curtains ♪
♪ Near the station ♪
♪ Black roof country ♪
♪ No gold pavements ♪
♪ Tired starlings ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'll wait in this place ♪
♪ Where the sun never shines... ♪
[crying]
♪ Wait in this place... ♪
[shouting, laughing]
♪ Where the shadows run from themselves ♪
[screaming]
♪ ♪
[Western music playing]
[sighs]
Thanks.
Are you sure about this?
Shane said that he took a job at the Pit
because he found out his
biological mom was an inmate.
He had me run voice rec
on an audio recording.
It came back as Lazarus.
At the time, I didn't know that
he was searching for his mom,
so I held on to it.
And you're sure he doesn't know it's her?
He doesn't know.
I didn't know how to tell him.
Well, maybe he's better off not knowing.
Look, all we have at the moment
are a bunch of questions
about Colonel Lazarus.
Yeah, like how
a serial k*ller goes to the Pit
and then shows up as...
As a colonel in the military
with a new name?
- Yeah.
- Right, like I said...
questions.
Until we have some answers,
we just sit on this.
No, no. I'm sorry.
Shane deserved to know the truth, OK?
We need to tell him.
W-what are you gonna tell him?
Uh, hey, we found your serial-k*ller mom,
and she happens to be our boss?
I don't know,
but I'll find the right words.
[phone buzzes]
Uh, guys.
[dramatic music]
All right, what do we got?
Security camera picked
this up in a barbershop
outside of Aurora, Illinois.
That guy looks really familiar.
His name is Noah Cyrus.
He was the leader of
a Chicago-based doomsday cult
called the Thirteenth Hour.
He professed that
he was a kind of prophet.
He claimed to have knowledge
of the end times and preached
a view of government that was
rooted in apocalyptic theology.
Meaning the government's responsible
for all the evils in the world.
That's where I remember him.
He was the guy that tried
to blow up the courthouse.
Yeah, that's right... in fact,
he wasn't even
on the FBI's radar
until he and his followers
began stockpiling expl*sives.
This led to an armed standoff
at his compound.
Yeah, I remember when this went down.
Something like 15 of his followers
drank some poison tea.
A few survived.
- Where are the survivors now?
- There were five.
Two died over the years.
And we've already ordered wellness checks
on the other three in case
Cyrus tries to reconnect.
OK, but there's a difference between...
being just a whack-job cult leader
and the serial K*llers we got in the Pit.
- What makes this guy Pit-worthy?
- This did.
[tense music]
Investigators didn't even know
about these bodies
until after the raid.
Each victim had a single g*nsh*t wound
to the back of the head.
Cult leaders like Cyrus
demand constant reverence
to feed their egos,
but when their narcissistic
supply is threatened,
someone leaves or tries
to question their authority,
it triggers a violent outburst
or, in Cyrus's case, a dozen murders.
Where did he go after the barbershop?
Uh, we're working on that.
He used cash, which is hard to trace.
It says here
the, uh, raid on his compound
was ten years ago today.
Cult leaders love symbolism.
What time was his death?
Do you think he's planning
some kind of anniversary party?
He's been on the loose for two months.
I don't think it's any coincidence
that he's showing up today.
Well, we've got less than six hours
to figure out what he's up to.
Get in the air. We'll send you
everything we find.
[sighs] Same news, different day.
[doorbell rings]
Will you get it?
That's probably Karen
returning my pickleball paddle.
Mm.
[tense music]
Hello, Puppy. I have returned.
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
- [door closes]
- This is impossible.
I told you it was not the end that day.
Or did you not believe?
♪ ♪
C-Cyrus, I-I...
I don't understand.
Ours is not to understand in full.
But to trust in faith...
both: None can stop the victory
for those who believe.
♪ ♪
What's this?
I can explain.
A-after everything happened...
[chuckles uncomfortably]
He's a good man.
♪ ♪
Hell is full of good men.
♪ ♪
You were gone a while.
Is everything all right with Karen?
Honey, what's wrong?
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
[squeals] [g*nsh*t]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
.
- Right.
- [sighs]
I'm really glad you agreed to come, man.
This is gonna be good.
- [chuckles]
- Yeah, we'll see.
Look, I know you don't buy
into any of this kind of stuff.
And, hell, I know things
have been hard since Mom.
But you keep saying how stuck you are.
And if you want things to change,
you got to be the change, right?
Yeah, your guy tell you that?
Well, he told me more than that.
He's gonna blow your mind, brother.
Hey, why won't you tell me his name?
He made me promise.
If there was some guy
trying to convince me that...
...everything I believe is a lie,
well, I'd think
he was...
at best, crazy. [chuckles]
Or at worst, trying to scam me,
no matter how handsome he was.
[all chuckle]
But if I were being honest with myself,
I'd have to admit...
that I was terrified
what he was saying is true.
'Cause that's the thing, isn't it?
The truth scares people.
I know I was scared by it
when I first encountered it...
because the truth is powerful.
We spend our lives
believing so many falsehoods,
accepting so many...
narratives designed
to keep us looking down,
to keep us wanting,
keep us believing salvation...
[dramatic music]
is some...
fancy new lawn mower.
[chuckles]
And all it really takes
is right here...
right now.
Each of us is perfect.
Each of us is divine...
even you.
♪ ♪
You must be Jack's brother, Norm.
[chuckles]
I told you I'd get him to come.
Welcome.
My name is Noah Cyrus.
[scoffs] Noah Cyrus?
But, uh...
like, you're... you're... you're dead.
That's only half the story.
If you'd like to join us,
I'd be glad to tell you the rest.
Noah Cyrus was a gifted child.
After the death of his parents,
he spent time with his mother's sister.
But there was some neglect.
Apparently, she set extreme limits
on how much time he could spend
outside of his bedroom.
She sounds fun.
Like most serials, Cyrus showed signs
of complex psychopathy
in his early teens.
And then as a sophomore in high school,
he was arrested for the m*rder
of his science teacher.
Arrested but not convicted.
Right, because before the trial,
he was diagnosed with schizophrenia...
a diagnosis that was obviously
later called into question.
That's got to be hard to fake,
- especially for a 15-year-old.
- He was a clever child.
He actually only spent three
years in a youth psych ward,
which is where he got his crash course
in manipulating
emotionally vulnerable people.
Right. So rather than rehabilitating him,
they taught him how to use
others to get what he wanted.
Awesome.
I'm almost afraid to ask,
but what do we have
for Pit treatment for this guy?
These are our last recorded
therapy sessions
from over four years ago.
And how would you define
moral truth, Doctor,
if not for the presence
of a higher power?
Without that, what's left is chaos...
and chance.
You and me, sitting across
this table, this discussion...
let me ask you, does this feel
like random chance to you?
So everything is preordained?
What will be will be.
You have but to play a part.
And those you k*lled?
What part did they play?
Wheat from the chaff.
You see, you're listening,
but you're not hearing.
These walls, this prison
are but a stop along the way,
a pebble in my shoe.
You are the one in bondage, Doctor.
And until you acknowledge
the truth that is before you,
in bondage you will remain.
I'd like to go to my room now.
Give you...
some time to reflect upon what
you've learned here today.
Dude, even in prison,
this guy acts like he owns the place.
So I'm not seeing any treatment protocol,
not even a number
for the cell he was kept in.
What were they doing to him
all those years in the Pit?
Whatever it was,
they were careful with it.
You see this many black bars?
Means you're definitely doing
something you shouldn't be.
Hey, guys?
Ben traced the cash Cyrus used
at the barbershop.
Serial numbers on the bills
show they were withdrawn yesterday
from an ATM account
belonging to Tyler Meeks,
a construction manager from Elgin.
So Cyrus robbed this guy?
No. He wasn't a petty thief,
he was a manipulator.
It's more likely he got Tyler
to actually give him the money.
If Cyrus has a new follower,
we better be ready.
♪ ♪
FBI! Freeze!
Got him!
Down.
Down!
Hands! Let's see your hands!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
You good?
Good. You good?
Freeze! Don't move!
I just want to know
where Cyrus is, Tyler.
Don't do it.
Mm-mm.
The throat of the deceitful
one is an open grave!
[groaning]
I don't know why you didn't
listen to me there, buddy.
Tyler's down...
through-and-through to the bicep.
That didn't feel good, did it?
- Nope.
- [continues groaning]
My name is Special Agent
Rebecca Henderson.
- You shot me.
- I did, I did.
I think you might live, though.
Where's Cyrus?
In the Thirteenth Hour,
there will be no more lies,
only salvation.
Hey, Tyler.
Cyrus doesn't care about you, OK?
I know you think he does, but he doesn't.
In the end, he's only
looking out for himself,
and that is why you are tied up
in here and he is out there.
Where is he?
Help me help you.
You don't give a rat's a*s
about me, Special Agent.
You just want to stop what's coming.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
All right, what's happening in two hours?
You will see.
Tyler, you don't want
to hurt innocent people.
Tell me where he is.
He is in here.
- Oh.
- He's with me.
And that is why I will be saved
and I will enter the kingdom
and you shall burn.
- OK.
- Bex.
There's something downstairs
you need to see.
- I'll take care of our friend.
- Thank you.
None can stop the victory
for those who believe.
Wrong audience, pal. Come on.
- Hey. Find anything out from our guy?
- Whatever Cyrus is doing,
Tyler is not talking about him
like he is a prophet.
He is talking about him
like he's a savior.
Well, he technically
did come back from the dead.
This kind of indoctrination,
I have seen it in cults,
but it takes years.
How is Cyrus converting them so fast?
I don't know how he's doing it,
but I think I know what
he and his converts
are planning for their
little anniversary party.
- What'd you find?
- Come here.
♪ ♪
He made a b*mb.
Yeah, bigger problem is...
it's not here.
♪ ♪
.
People have asked me
what it was like to die.
Did I see a tunnel, hear voices?
Did my whole life flash before my eyes?
[dramatic music]
I saw nothing...
because there was nothing.
I was alone in the void.
Yet, I was overcome by the most
miraculous feeling...
Relief.
Existence was an illusion.
Death was no more.
And I rose out of the gates
of hell to see myself as I am.
I am the truth
in its most miraculous human form.
♪ ♪
And all of you are here
to bear witness...
to the beginning of a new era.
But first...
we must cleanse the old.
[people exhaling sharply]
Are you ready, brother?
♪ ♪
Cyrus?
On the other side, you will be pure.
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
[telephones ringing, indistinct chatter]
Tyler's construction company,
Mesa Construction,
has a license that allows him to buy
and ship demolition expl*sives.
Found it.
Seven weeks ago,
Mesa Construction received
the same stuff that caused
the expl*si*n in Beirut
a few years ago.
He can level
a whole city block with that.
Wait, that's not all. Look at this.
Another purchase order from the same day.
Building materials?
Couple tons of plywood,
some saws, wood glue, paint.
You don't make a b*mb with plywood.
What's he building?
For now, I'll settle
for where he's building it.
The order was delivered
to a vacant warehouse
- in Downtown Elgin.
- Nice work.
- Mm-hmm.
- Let's get that to the team.
[tires screech]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Go.
♪ ♪
Hassani.
♪ ♪
What is this?
- This is a white room.
- Yeah, we can see that.
You've seen this before.
These are highly ill*gal...
human-rights violations.
Iran used them in the early 2000s
to t*rture journalists
and enemy operatives.
"t*rture"?
Total sensory deprivation.
Holding people in these rooms
causes panic attacks, hallucinations.
Some people break out into sores
from the sheer stress.
These rooms are designed to
psychologically break people.
Break 'em...
or brainwash 'em?
Yeah, this is how Cyrus did it...
how he converted people so fast.
How did Cyrus know about this?
The Pit.
Cyrus didn't have a numbered cell.
A room like this was his cell.
They made him live in this for years?
I mean, I've been in here two
minutes, I'm losing my mind.
Yeah, me too.
Hey, Morales, I need you to run a search
on the white room in the Pit file,
see if anything comes back.
You got it. And, FYI, we just got word
Cyrus's three original followers
- are all currently MIA.
- Copy that.
We need to get a warning out
to every federal building in the state.
Ben, get DHS on the phone right now.
No specifics...
just let them know that we have
- credible intel, yeah?
- On it.
- I'll call the governor.
- Bex, I got something.
There's a reference to a covert study
in which a patient was held
in a constant state
of sensory deprivation.
Subject experiencing
delusions of divinity.
New efforts will focus
on using Rogerian therapy
to test the limits of human grandiosity.
Oh, boy. What's Rogerian therapy?
Rogerian therapy
is a patient-centered treatment
that focuses on unconditional
positive reinforcement,
so whatever the patient thinks,
therapist reaffirms.
What if the patient's
already experiencing
- delusions of divinity?
- Yep.
Then the therapist says,
yep, you got it, you are right.
I'm sending you the video now.
The white room taught me
the only real thing
is the singleness of my being.
- This moment, right now...
- Florence.
The white room is the real world.
The prison is the Monopoly game
they make us play outside of it.
I was sent to this earth
to spread this message.
Noah, we agree.
We think you're making
tremendous progress.
I did not die at the compound
because I cannot die.
Correct.
I could not know the name
of my divine leader
because it was my own name.
Correct. Say his name.
Me, Noah Cyrus.
What is your gospel, divine leader?
End times, hellfire,
eternal judgment on all
who do not worship me.
Correct.
I will save all that I can.
Correct.
Noah be praised.
This is deranged.
This is a new low, even for the Pit.
OK, so Cyrus goes from being a con man
to thinking he's a prophet
of some end-times deity,
gets shot, spends a decade in the Pit,
and then he thinks he is that deity?
So where does a deity
focused on Armageddon
go to detonate a b*mb?
Somewhere that he can send his message,
somewhere symbolic.
We have to find Cyrus
and the b*mb before 7:01.
If he thinks he's a god...
this b*mb will be his hellfire.
♪ ♪
OK, we got less than one hour
before Cyrus reveals himself
to the world as some savior
risen from the dead,
and he is going to use
that b*mb to show his power.
All thanks to the Pit.
The coffee's still hot.
They got out of here in a hurry.
I'm not sure that's a coincidence.
Hey, guys, we got a visual.
Ben tracked down a CCTV image
of Cyrus driving a box truck
south on Route 25.
Copy that. We're on the move.
Hey, guys. Comms out.
[cell phone buzzes]
Hey, comms go out on you?
Hey, can you retrace
the box truck's route
from the warehouse,
see what time Cyrus left?
Already on it.
Uh, by my calculations,
the truck was out of there at 5:53 p.m.
Go somewhere private right now.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Bex, what's wrong?
Cyrus left the warehouse
at the exact same time
we left Tyler's place
heading to the warehouse.
You think that Cyrus was warned?
Either he is super lucky,
or Cyrus has a mole on our team.
Look, you got to keep
everyone out of this
until you're sure
that you can trust them, OK?
Copy that.
♪ ♪
Hello, Norm.
Are you...
are you real?
As the day you were born.
Who am I?
You're Cyrus.
That's my name.
Who am I?
[suspenseful music]
You...
you are the truth.
It wasn't by chance we found
each other, you know, Norm.
- Yeah, my brother...
- Was the vessel.
We each have our part to play.
Are you ready for yours?
♪ ♪
[siren wailing]
Cyrus's box truck
just pinged at a traffic camera
in downtown Aurora.
Aurora? So, what, after
all this, nothing's changed?
He's still planning
on blowing up a courthouse?
No, it's all part of a bigger picture.
We just don't see it yet.
Let us know if you find anything else.
Hey, do you know where Morales is?
Last I saw, she stepped
out on a phone call.
What's up?
Nothing. Carry on.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Ben, you have a sec?
Hey. Peck was looking for you.
What's going on?
Cyrus might have an inside
man at the Command Center.
[scoffs]
You're serious?
You've seen how quickly
he can convert people.
I did your background check myself,
but there are a lot of people
here I'm not as familiar with.
You want me to look into someone?
Everyone... go to the server room,
comb through the personnel files
of every new hire since
the team was reassembled.
- [knock at door]
- Major, you got to see this.
A local TV station just used
the Emergency Broadcast System
to go live with this.
My name is Puppy Perkins.
- Who's seeing this?
- The whole state.
In eight minutes, at 7:01,
humanity will celebrate
the tenth anniversary
of the Thirteenth Hour m*ssacre.
Guys, we got a problem.
[tires squeal, siren wailing]
Morales, you need to shut
that broadcast down now.
I'm trying, but the emergency system
was designed not to be shut down.
I can intercept it if
I can access the PEP station.
How long is that gonna take?
- Ten minutes.
- No, that's too long.
It's almost 7:00.
Two blocks away.
- We need to go in hot.
- [g*n clicking]
[tires squealing,
siren wailing, engine revving]
♪ ♪
[keys clacking]
♪ ♪
Hey, we need you out here.
Uh, sure. Just taking care of something.
♪ ♪
You're not supposed to be in here.
Why did Morales want to talk
to you in private?
What do you mean?
♪ ♪
Don't move.
♪ ♪
[ominous music]
I am here tonight to tell you
that the story of the Thirteenth Hour
is not over.
This evening it begins anew.
On these very airwaves,
you were told a lie about that day.
And on these very airwaves,
the truth shall be our victory.
Mama, papa, baby, mama, papa, baby.
[muttering indistinctly]
The truth is eternal,
and the truth has a name.
[continues muttering]
Noah Cyrus lives.
Something has been off all day.
Cyrus has been ahead of us
every step of the way
from the beginning, and now I know why.
You think I'm the mole?
Since when do you carry a g*n?
[tense music]
[siren approaching]
♪ ♪
[tires screeching]
♪ ♪
g*n!
♪ ♪
- Cover me!
- No, wait, Bex!
♪ ♪
Moving forward. Cover me.
Go.
Put the g*n down! Put it down!
Kick it to me. Kick it to me.
Get on the ground. Get on the ground.
The story of that day has been told
only by those who sought
to silence the divine word
of our glorious leader,
to end the story of the Thirteenth Hour
before it could truly begin.
But I was there to witness
those fateful moments.
Shh.
He has returned
from the very gates of hell,
guarded not by demons
or shadows but by men...
doctors, soldiers in league with...
Hands in the air, now.
Look at this.
A black budget secret
government agent, no doubt.
♪ ♪
Say hello.
Turn that off.
Don't you think it would be
bad form to k*ll me
with all our loyal viewers watching?
Step away from the camera.
You move, I sh**t.
Tell me, Agent,
don't you want to introduce yourself?
That's not a request.
Come on, come on.
[computer beeps] Damn it.
The power... someone give me
a copy of the power grid!
Drop your weapon, now.
Or what, you'll sh**t me?
That didn't turn out so good
the last time, did it?
I must be quite a threat.
Bex, power's going out.
You're gonna have about five seconds
before the backup grid kicks in.
Or could it be because I know something
your government wouldn't like
the public to find out?
And now.
[sustained beep]
- [g*nsh*t]
- [groaning]
You b*tch. You shot me.
Don't move.
Bex, we intercepted the broadcast.
[suspenseful music]
Come on, guys, talk to me.
Tell me you found that b*mb.
Shane's checking the truck right now.
♪ ♪
It's a body.
- [chuckles]
- Where's the b*mb?
Missing something, are we?
Where's the b*mb?
- Where's the b*mb?
- [grunts]
[shouting] Where's the b*mb?
♪ ♪
Guy's name is Jack Davis.
Jack Davis?
Jack Davis.
I am the truth,
sent to awaken the sleeping.
My hellfire will rouse
the senseless masses
and together,
we shall reclaim our destiny
and defeat our government oppressors.
Morales.
Morales, the b*mb...
the b*mb is in the Command Center!
Davis.
Tell Agent Anderson to release Cyrus
and unblock the broadcast,
or I'll k*ll us all.
♪ ♪
Hey! Hey! Put it down.
- Let her go, Norm!
- Back off.
Back off.
[device beeping]
[whirring]
If I let go of this button,
this whole building comes down.
♪ ♪
.
[suspenseful music]
Hey, bro...
where you going?
Cyrus is sending me back to work.
"Back to work"? For those puppets?
It's not our place to question him, Jack.
You were right, though.
Cyrus has changed everything.
Thank you.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. What's going on?
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
♪ ♪
What are you making my brother do?
I can't make anybody do anything, Jack.
Your brother has a strong faith,
just as you said he would.
That's why you were so eager to meet him.
We all have a part to play.
We should celebrate his sacrifice.
No way.
I'm not letting Norm do that.
- [car door opens]
- Jack, wait.
♪ ♪
Jack, I know you love your brother.
♪ ♪
[engine turns over]
♪ ♪
Do something with him.
Don't let any of the others see.
You think so small.
This is just the fun part, the show.
My message will still be delivered.
Hey!
Stop moving.
Don't you know what happens
if you sh**t me?
Easy, everyone. Lower your weapons.
♪ ♪
Where's the b*mb, Norm?
You think I'm stupid?
You'll never find it in time.
Hey, do you all want to die?
The broadcast, now!
I'll do it. I'll... I'll do it.
Major Morales.
He's right.
The truth is the only thing
that can save us.
Cyrus is all about the truth, right?
- Yeah, Cyrus is the truth.
- Huh.
If Cyrus is the truth,
did he tell you
why he k*lled your brother?
I don't... I don't believe you.
Mm.
It's true.
I'm so sorry, Norm.
Cyrus k*lled your brother.
I-I wish that you could hear it
from him yourself.
You're lying.
You say you want to be a messiah,
yet you k*ll someone in cold blood.
Listen.
We found Jack Davis's body
in the back of your truck.
Why?
You sent his brother on a death mission.
- Why k*ll Jack?
- Because it's my right.
The shepherd calls his own flock.
I k*lled Jack 'cause I wanted to.
My faith gives me that power.
- You have no idea what's still coming.
- No.
♪ ♪
- Bex...
- [breathing shakily]
We got him. It's over.
My power will be displayed
in a demonstration...
Save it. We got your buddy, Norm.
No one's blowing anything up today.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
If ever there was a day, huh?
I, uh... I just got off
the phone with my people.
And police are reporting that an offshoot
of the Thirteenth Hour took control
of a local Aurora TV station.
But no one believes
Puppy was telling the truth.
They're just chalking it up
to the internet crazies.
Except this time, they wouldn't be wrong.
[somber music]
[sighs]
Listen...
I respect that you have
to make your own decision
about whether to tell Shane
about Colonel Lazarus or not.
I'm going to.
Just ask yourself one question.
Will Shane be happier knowing the truth?
♪ ♪
Hey.
b*mb tech found the device
in the bed of Norm's truck
parked against the building.
Wow, he really would have
blown us all sky-high.
Yeah, but he didn't.
Thanks to you, Jen.
I didn't serve, and I haven't
been in the field.
That was the first time
I've ever drawn my weapon.
You were...
impressive.
Thank you, sir.
My name's Jon, by the way.
Jonathan Mitchell Peck...
I read your file.
- Right.
- [chuckles]
You're an intelligence officer.
- Mm-hmm.
- [chuckles]
I've read yours, too, umm...
...you should add
crisis negotiator to your CV.
[chuckles]
Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow.
♪ ♪
OK, I think I put my neck out.
Yeah, I told you, you got to stop
sleeping on the plane like that.
You're like a narcoleptic Gumby.
Look, I do not maintain
this youthful glow
by missing my beauty sleep, all right?
"Youthful glow"?
Is that what we're calling it?
- The sweat on your face?
- [chuckles]
I think I might have to start
bringing my eye mask.
[laughing] Oh, my gosh.
- Hey, cheers.
- Mm, cheers.
[bottles clink]
[country music playing]
Boy, today was a wild one, huh?
That guy was like Sunday school on acid.
♪ ♪
Do you know my dad was a pastor?
Uh-uh. You told me he was a sheriff.
He was a pastor.
He, um... he went to seminary school
right after college,
even led a church back home.
And then one day,
he tells my mom that
the congregation he's leading
doesn't need him as much
as people outside.
So he decided to go into law enforcement
'cause he thought
he would make a bigger impact.
So, what, you think, uh...
you think any of his faith
rubbed off on you?
♪ ♪
Yeah. Yeah, I think so.
You know, you never really
talk about your parents.
Pot calling the kettle.
Yep, that's fair.
Look, I've been, um...
I've been thinking about what you said
about finding your biological mom.
I've been thinking a lot about that.
And I should never have kept
that from you or the team.
I'm gonna tell Hassani.
I'm gonna tell Morales.
And...
I want you to know, after that,
I am done looking for her.
You don't want to find your mom?
I've always had this
unknowable part in me, right,
that I thought I could only understand
if I knew where I came from,
who I came from.
[dramatic music]
But...
now I'm starting to think
that maybe who you are
is what you do in the world,
and I get to decide that.
I get to define me, not her.
[sighs]
I think I'm good with that.
Fair enough.
♪ ♪
What?
[chuckles]
I'm picturing you shopping
for eye masks at Sephora.
- Oh, you think Sephora?
- [scoffs]
Who am I, a Rockefeller?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[brakes squeal]
[g*nf*re]
[thud]
♪ ♪
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