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(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(PLANE ENGINE IDLING)

PILOT ON RADIO: Sorry about
the delays today, folks,

but ground control
is telling me

it's gonna be
another 15 or so

until we can start
the deplaning process.

So just sit tight

and we'll have you on your way
as soon as we can.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT:
Seatbelts.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Ma'am. Ma'am. Seatbelt.

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(SEAT CREAKING)

Please stay seated
until we're at the gate.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

-(THUDS)
-Ow! What the fuck?

Sorry. No, I had to grab--

-You fell asleep on me.
-Why would I do that?

When did we land?

PILOT ON RADIO:
Me again, folks.

I'm now being told that
the stairway they've got

on the tarmac here doesn't
actually fit our aircraft.

So we'll get you
on the ground

as soon as we figure out
what that means.

-(PASSENGERS GROAN)
-Oh...

(MUSIC PLAYING ON HEADPHONES)

(SEATBELT SIGN CHIMES)

♪ Beetles and eggs and blues ♪

♪ And pour a little
everything else ♪

♪ You steam a lens stable
Eyes and glass ♪

♪ Not get pissed off through ♪

♪ My bird lips as good news ♪

♪ Still we can ♪

I think I'm frozen here

because it's been saying
six minutes.

I know we're close but--

-(RADIO STATIC)
-Hello?

Can you hear me?
Did I lose you? Hello?

Hello?

Oh, no.
Navigation crashed too.

God, what the--

Hey, does your phone--

I don't have any reception.
I can't--

Well, if you don't have
service, why would I?

(SIGHS) Oh, uh, wait.
You know what? I...

(SNEEZE)

I have emailed directions.

Can you put your window up?

The pollen is killing me.

Thank you.

So, hey, look,
I just wanna say,

you know, thanks again for...

you know, being here.

Stop picking.

Hey, stop picking.
Come on. Don't.

Did you just try to flick me?

Come on. There's no reason
to be nervous.

You're here to enjoy yourself.

That's definitely not...
(CHUCKLING) why I'm here.

Yeah. But you
still can, right?

Huh? Take in some nature,

maybe join me on a trail run?

Or not.

But it's your loss. (SCOFFS)

The mountains this far north,

pristine. Truly.
Untouched by man.

(BLOWS NOSE)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

ELLIOT: Look, I get you
don't wanna be here

but Odell, the Leopolds,

they have a big thing
about family

and they just assume
that you and I

are particularly close

because of everything that,
you know,

'cause of everything
that's happened to us.

Because of everything
that's happened to us?

Yeah.

Or are you just talking
about the one thing?

Look, I'm sorry. I just don't
feel like being a pity prop

-for the single dad thing...
-Oh, come on. That's...

...that you've got going on
with your bosses. That's all.

No. That's not
what this is about.

No. We can--
We can own it though.

I mean, we could really milk
them for their sympathy.

I could fake a limp.

Maybe I could prepare a,
a weepy monologue about Mom.

But I don't know, you probably
would have to give notes on it

and we need
some more time for that.

Okay. That's it.
Whatever this is,

just get it out of your system
before we get there.

Are you talking
about my personality?

Fine. I will sit there
and smile

while they plan
their predatory price

gouging at the dinner table.

Their day-to-day is so far
above drug pricing.

And they care
about a lot of things,

not just pharmaceuticals.

I mean, this entire nature
preserve was donated by them.

Yeah, but you know
that philanthropy is just--

It's reputation laundering
for the oligarchy.

Yeah. Okay. All right.

Maybe on the arts quad,

but in the real world,
you have to compromise.

Once I'm named proxy
and I sit on this board

for five, six years,

ten tops,

then I will earn enough
to make sure that we're okay

no matter what hits us,
alright?

Right.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

-(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-(SNEEZING)

-Uh. Odell.
-(ON PHONE) It's Griffin.

Mr. Leopold was expecting you
over an hour ago.

ELLIOT: What?
Didn't you get my texts?

-GRIFF ON PHONE: No.
-ELLIOT: Oh God, roaming.

Um, no,

let him know that we will
literally be there any minute.

ODELL ON PHONE:
Elliot, where are you?

Oh, yes. Yeah, I'm so sorry
about this, Mr. Leopold.

-We-- It's been a whole...
-You need to slow down.

No. I need service. Hello?

BELINDA: Elliot, how long is
this drive going to take?

ELLIOT: Hello?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

SHEPARD ON PHONE:
He sounds like a robot

-getting waterboarded?
-Hello?

Here. Call him back.

Do it yourself.
This is all for you anyway.

What? What are you talking...

(SNEEZES AND GROANS)

Oh, my God! Use a tissue.
That's disgusting.

-(TIRES SCREECH)
-(THUDS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(RIDLEY SCREAMS)

(BOTH PANTING)

Are you okay? Are you okay?

You couldn't watch
the fucking road?

Uh... It's okay.
It's okay. We're okay.

I got the damage waiver.
It's...

What the fuck was that?

I don't think it's dead.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHINES)

Just wait there.

(WHINES)

What?

-What?
-(WHINES)

What, uh, I mean, uh...

(WHINES)

It's suffering.

You, you think
it's endangered or...

Um, we, we can't, we can't
just leave it here, right?

I mean...

Fuck!

If a ranger finds it then--

I mean, no one uses this road.

God, I'm late
and I'm going to prison.

-(WHINES)
-(RIDLEY BREATHES DEEPLY)

(WHINES)

(ENERGY PULSING)

(BREATH TREMBLING)

(DREAM-LIKE WARBLING)

(SWEEPING MUSIC PLAYING)

ELLIOT: (DISTANTLY)
Ridley, are you okay?

Let go!

Ridley!

(SCREAMS)

-(GRUNTS)
-(WHINES)

(SCREAMS)

-(SCREAMS)
-(WHINES)

-Stop! Stop!
-(GRUNTS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Sorry we're late.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Welcome to the lodge.

ELLIOT: Lodge? Wow.

Counselor! What happened?

(ELLIOT CHUCKLES)

You walk from the airport
or what?

ELLIOT: (CHUCKLES)
You, you would not believe.

Forget it. That's a joke.
I got it from here, Shaw.

ELLIOT: Such a card, Shepard.

I'm so sorry we're late.

How are you? Your folks here?

Don't know
where else they'd be.

I was about to hit the tub,

but come in here
for a cut of the good stuff.

Oh, thank you.

Uh, this is
my daughter, Ridley.

Shep Leopold.

-Good to know you.
-BELINDA: Is that Elliot?

Perfect timing.

I just got off a Zoom

with the Foundation
about the refugees,

we're evacuating them.

(KISSES)

Or are we vaccinating them?

It's so good to--

Now, I need to apologize
in advance.

Odell is very sensitive
about word

of his condition getting out,

hence the skeleton staff
around here.

Oh, yeah. We're all
making sacrifices. (SLURPS)

ODELL: Ah, here he is.

(COUGHING) And we'd almost
assumed the worst.

ELLIOT: I'm so sorry
to keep you waiting, Odell.

These things happen.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
How was the drive

through the pass?

Get lucky, spot any big game
on the way in?

Uh, unfortunately, no.

But it, it was just lovely.

Uh, the mountains, right?
The air...

(MUTED CONVERSATION)

ODELL: You okay, my dear?

RIDLEY: What?

Yeah. Sorry.

Just, um,
just not feeling good.

BELINDA: Oh, no.

Do you need to lie down?

Griff can show you
to your room.

-No. I, uh...
-SHEPARD: Are you sure?

He loves doing it.

Might not be a bad idea.

I just don't feel
like we can stay...

BELINDA: Sorry?

RIDLEY: ...for the whole
weekend.

Well, you must stay
for dinner, darling.

Griff is making
my famous moussaka.

ODELL: Mmm.

I don't know, Mom.
She doesn't look so hot.

You have something
on your face,

just so you know.

ELLIOT: Maybe you should
splash some water on yourself,

see if that helps.

I was like her at that age.

Hormones.

Uh-hmm.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

-SHEPHARD: Griff?
-BELINDA: Griff?

-SHEPHARD: Griff!
-BELINDA: Odell wants to move.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SNIFFLES)

ODELL: Having exhausted
traditional treatment options,

I made peace
with my mortality.

And so,
in preparing for the bardo,

I meditated on who might best
liaise between my family

and my family business
in my absence

and you soon
came to mind, Elliot.

I knew that Belinda and Shep

would agree with me
once they got to know you.

Well, I'm so happy
to hear you say that, Odell,

because I see this

as the start of a long-term
family relationship.

Power of attorney and proxy
agreements cover all--

(HESITATES) Um...

Sorry. Sorry.

Power of attorney
and proxy agreements

uh, cover all points
previously discussed,

with me representing
the family's board interests

at Leopold Laboratories.

So Belinda can focus
on the foundation.

And, Shepard, you're free
to pursue your, uh...

My diversified portfolio
of entrepreneurial activities.

Yeah, we all know.
(INHALES DEEPLY)

Hard sciences never could
much contain my interests.

That's right, Sheppie.

Exactly. So,
no surprises here.

-And...
-Sit down.

Oh. Um...

Well, um, once I'm situated
in my new position,

there are some opportunities

both in and outside
of the pharma space

that I'd love
to get into, but,

for now, just, signatures--

I appreciate your lack
of foreplay but...

That he certainly does.

ODELL: ...the whole point here
was to go slow, wasn't it?

I... (SIGHS)

We want to know you
as a person,

not the VP
of Ethics & Compliance

that wins the company fun run
every year.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)
Well, it's only a 10K.

And to truly know someone,
you need to know their family.

ODELL: Which is why
we insisted

young Ridley join us
for the weekend.

BELINDA: Yes. And,
and here we are and yet

we have no idea what
she's studying at university.

-Art history.
-(GROANS)

Or I don't--
Actually, I don't know.

Uh, undecided, um, maybe.

-(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
-(SIGHS)

(ENERGY PULSING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIGHS)

RIDLEY: Dad?

Sorry. (CLEARS THROAT)

I need you in there
and I need you to be normal.

They won't sign
until they get to know you.

No. We have to go deal
with our baggage. Now.

Something is going on

-with that thing.
-Okay.

I think it's calling out
to me. I can feel it.

Okay. Look, it's dead.
It's dead.

I need you to keep it together

and act like
everything is fine.

And then
I will bury it tonight

when everyone else is asleep

and they'll never know
what happened

and we never
have to talk about it

-ever again.
-(BANGING ON TRUNK DOOR)

Oh, my.

I'm so sorry.

Uh, it seems as if Ridley
is, uh, quite sick.

Like some kind of bug.
It might be contagious even.

So I'm thinking I should
just drive her back

to the airport. Now.

What's wrong?
What's going on here?

Is this some sort
of negotiating tactic?

No, it's not.
Um, I... I... I promise.

In fact, look,
I can drop her off.

I can come right back
and even answer any quest--

RIDLEY: Wait.
You're gonna what?

-ELLIOT: Hmm?
-ODELL: Elliot,

when I told them about you,

I told them
about your character.

Right. (EXHALES SHARPLY)
My character.

About your mettle
in the face of hardship,

how you and your daughter
have made a go of it

these past years
after your wife passed on.

-Right. Well...
-ODELL: Your loyalty,

and dedication to the company
in that time.

Because that's the commitment
that'll be required.

-RIDLEY: This is fucked.
-BELINDA: Even if
that means...

-RIDLEY: This is fucked.
-BELINDA: ...serving
as a buffer.

This is so fucked.

Are you--
Are you okay, m'lady?

Uh, no, I'm, I'm fine.

-I, just, there's...
-(BANGING CONTINUES)

No, you don't have to...

Mr. Leopold, sir.

Yes? Uh, what is it?

You know, I'm not sure.

-Uh...
-SHAW: Have a look.

(BANGING)

SHEPARD: Is that...

Is there something
in your car?

ODELL: What did you say?

What? No.

SHAW: By the look
of their bonnet,

my guess is they
struck an animal.

-ODELL: Belinda.
-SHAW: Is that it?

You strike something
with your car then?

-RIDLEY: No.
-Strike something with--

No. Did you?

BELINDA: Well,
what's in your car then?

Luggage.

Did you not even kill it, guy?

What are you on about?
What is this?

(CAR ALARM SOUNDING)

(CAR ALARM CONTINUES,
KEY FOB FAILS)

Oh!

(ALARM DISTORTS AND FADES)

(SIGHS)

Okay. Now, granted,
this is gonna sound odd but...

(GROWLING)

-RIDLEY: Wait, wait, wait!
-(GUNSHOT)

(THUDS)

(GASPS)

I don't think
I should be in-in,

in swim shorts
for this moment.

I know a lot of species
in this area are rare.

Um, but, uh, is this exact,

uh, you know, familiar to you?

Familiar to us? No.

This is new.

This doesn't seem novel
to you?

Um, yes, it is novel,
uh, now that you mention it.

What exactly are we saying
this is though?

I think we know
exactly what it is.

What I can say
with-with total confidence

is Elliot here has hit a,
a horse-like, uh, mammalia,

uh, vertebralia,
would that be the correct...

-Yes, yes.
-...um, classification?

No. But it is horse-shaped

with some sort of protrusion
or growth.

ELLIOT: Right.
That's my working theory, too.

Feral horse, mad,
tumor-ridden.

Uh, jumps in the middle
of the road,

not the fault
of any one driver, per se.

It's a fucking unicorn.

It does seem like a unicorn.

(ODELL CLEARING THROAT
AND COUGHING)

GRIFF: Oh, coming, sir.

ODELL: What have you done?

Uh, we hit it with the car.

And then I blunt force
traumatized it,

out of sympathy.

And its blood got
all over my face.

ELLIOT: Yeah. That's right.

Your...

Your, your face.

BELINDA: What is it?

It's a face. What?

RIDLEY: It's my acne.

But, darling, you don't have
any acne.

Not anymore.

And how are you feeling?

All tip-top? And no adverse
side effects to speak of?

No.

And you've had
no other contact with it?

Well, some--
Some of it got in my eyes.

I admit I maybe went
a little overboard

with the tire iron, but--

My allergies.

BELINDA: Oh.

Should I call someone?

Yes! Yes, um, that we could
call the Sierra Club,

uh, but there's also the
World Wildlife Foundation--

I'm sorry, my child,

but this will have to go
governmental, I'm afraid.

And that means military,
doesn't it?

Uh, no, I don't--
I don't think we have to--

Or perhaps you're right.

Perhaps, we might ideate

outside of the box
for an alternative.

Yes. I mean, there must be
something that we can do.

I mean, as someone
who works with NGOs,

believe me, you do not want
a bunch of bureaucrats

mucking around
in a delicate situation.

-Do you?
-SHEPARD: Mm-hmm. Right.

ODELL: In my opinion,

we have a debt owed
to the spirit of this animal

to navigate by our own
moral compasses

and allow its mysteries
to reveal themselves

so that we can honor it
in a manner

that the public sector
simply cannot. (COUGHS)

Yes. Then we will be able
to shield Elliot

from the consequences
of what seemed

a perfectly
innocent accident, right?

-Yes.
-Yes.

(COUGHS)

That's the spirit.

Summon Dr. Song and his
mobile laboratory posthaste.

And the security contractors.

We'll need an escort.
(COUGHING)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(RIDLEY EXHALES)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, can I come in?

You're already in.

ELLIOT: Right.

Hey. You missed
some good moussaka.

You want me to see if there
are any leftovers or...

Griff brought me
a sandwich, so...

Oh, great.
Well, you love sandwiches.

Sandwiches are the best.

I'm sorry,
did you want something?

No, no, no. No, I was just,

you know,
I wanted to check in.

See how--

Look, I know
we haven't talked a lot

since you left for school,

but are you okay?

I don't really know
what happened

when you touched that thing.

But thankfully,
I stepped in to save the day.

You thought
I needed protecting?

Yeah. You, you didn't see
what happened.

You had like a seizure
or something.

No. No.

It wasn't...

I mean, yes,
something happened,

but I wouldn't--
It wasn't anything bad.

It kinda felt like
it was showing me something.

-Forget it.
-What?

No, 'cause you're looking
at me like I'm fucking crazy.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Look, I want-- I want to hear,
but you're not... giving much.

Okay. Well, I tried
to tell you earlier

when it was still in the
trunk, but you didn't listen.

I was kind of
in the middle of something

-if you hadn't noticed.
-That thing and I,

we're, like, connected.

And ever since it died,
I just--

I get this feeling
I don't think

we're supposed to be here.

Like it was a mistake
handing that creature over

to these people.

Right. Okay. Right. I see.

All right, look,
you had a weird experience,

and I will pay
for the extra therapy,

but I don't see what we stand
to gain by making this weekend

all about you
and your special connection

to a magical dead horse.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Ridley?

Riddles?

Skin does look great, Rid.

Look, uh...

-Sweetheart, I...
-(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

I just need you to trust me.

And that I know how to play
this situation.

Unicorn-wise.

I'm looking out for us.

Okay.

I love you.

(SIGHS)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(TYPING)

SHEPARD: Is that you, Elliot?

I like how you handled things
today. (OPENS LIGHTER)

Good job.

ELLIOT: Ahh. Danke.

(EXHALES)

I can see why you've done
so well at the firm.

Ah.

Though I gotta say,
never would've guessed

what kinda meat
you were packing, buddy.

Oh. Well, it's,

it's all our meat now,
I suppose.

That it is.

Tell you what.

Why don't you hop in?

We can chop it up,
talk about your future.

Oh, no, no. I, I didn't, um--

I didn't actually pack a,
a bathing suit so...

Stickler. I get it.
That's okay.

(SHOUTING) Griff!
(ECHOING) Get Elliot a suit!

Oh, oh, no, no, really.
It's, it's okay.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah, yeah.

-He doesn't mind. Okay.
-No, no. I'm...

(SHOUTING) Griff! Forget it!

(ECHOES)

So tell me, I was wondering.

What's her deal
by the way?

She doesn't really
like you, huh?

What? No.
Why would you say that?

I don't know
'cause it seems like it.

I mean, no offense meant, El.

Why don't you get in?
We can hot tub about it.

(GROWLING IN DISTANCE)

(GROWLING CONTINUES)

Think it must be moose
mating season or something.

I was about done anyhow.

Pass me that robe.

(GROWLING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

See ya.

WOMAN OVER SPEAKER:
The crown jewel of The Met's

Medieval Collection
of the Cloisters.

The Unicorn Tapestries

are among the most beautiful
and complex works

to have survived
from the Middle Ages.

The seven tapestries

illustrate a cautionary tale
of a Lord

and his hunters pursuit
of a mystical unicorn,

which defends itself
and proves untamable.

That is until it is entranced
by a purehearted maiden.

The unicorn is pacified
by the maiden's virtue.

The creature is then killed
and brought to a castle

where it is resurrected
and kept in captivity.

However, the tapestry
depicting

the unicorn and the maiden
is incomplete,

having been damaged
during the French Revolution.

But this
reconstructed restoration

tells of a vengeful
and violent beast.

It's mercilessness
and ferocity matched

only by how much
it was coveted by man.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

-(LAPTOP CLOSES)
-(MUSIC STOPS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(HIGH-PITCHED CRY)

(GROWLING)

-(WHINNYING)
-(HOOVES POUNDING)

-(GROWLING)
-(GASPING)

-(PANTING)
-(MASK HISSING)

SCIENTIST 1: Ridley Kintner,
come with us.

Whoa. Wait.
What are you doing?
What the fuck?

(RACY MUSIC PLAYING)

SCIENTIST 1: Take a seat.

SCIENTIST 2: Okay.
Just follow my finger.

SCIENTIST 1:
Subject one displays

negligible irritation
of epidermis.

SCIENTIST 1:
Same, with two's irises.

Yooo, what the hell, man?
Trying to do my job here.

SONG: Though comprehensive
analysis won't be possible

until the specimen
is transported

to Leo Labs Campus,

even with our limited

genomic testing capabilities
in the field,

we can say
that this is not a horse.

We've begun analysis of
the blood sample's reactivity

with subject one's
facial dermis

and subject two's
sinus cavities,

vitreous body,
and ocular lenses.

Preliminary analysis
has revealed

some very
interesting results...

Are you doing--

is there, like, an omelet
station or is that not a...

SONG: ...decreased vitreous
liquid and increased...

RIDLEY: We need to talk.

After you left last night,

I started doing research
on unicorns

and I think we need
to be careful.

Those tapestries at the museum
that Mom took us to.

-Do you remember that?
-What--

What-- No-- Uh, I don't know.

But, uhm, can we talk later?

This science stuff's
important.

But early indicators, uh,
indicate that the blood's

therapeutic characteristics

may very well relate
to the horn itself.

-Oh, yeah?
-How?

SONG: To say
would be conjecture.

-Conject.
-(SIGHS) Conjecture is good.

We can work with conjecture.

I don't think anyone
minds conjecture.

-Well the, um...
-Seems to be

some sort of organ.

Uh, uh...

See, somehow it's still firing
bioelectrical signals

to depolarize cells throughout
the entire nervous system,

which is weird.

Yes, bioelectromagnetic
conductivity

does seem unusual,

uh, potentially significant
in compound 1-Delta.

Excuse me. Hi.
Elliot Kintner, J.D.,

uh, subject one--
or well, two, actually.

Regardless, uh,
made the discovery,

it's good to be
working with you.

My question:
what's that compound now?

Pulverized horn.

-We need to study it.
-SHEPARD: Oh.

SONG: But it's potentially
more potent than the blood.

SHEPARD: Well,
what are we waiting for?

I say we pop that sucker off
right away,

grind it up
and get it crackin'.

Or is that-- Is that maybe,

maybe not what the move is...

For centuries,

the Cavitenos
of the Philippines

have carried on a tradition

of burying their dead
inside trees.

When the elder is ready,

they venture into nature
to select it themselves.

If this doesn't work,

that may be the last
earthly business for me to do.

(COUGHS)

BELINDA: No stone
unturned, darling.

(COUGHING)

Wait, if what doesn't work?

GRIFF: (CLEARS THROAT)
Omelet, sir?

Thank you.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIZZLES)

(STEADY BEEPING)

(HOWLING)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(DEVICE BEEPING)

BHATIA: Sir,
electromagnetic radiation

is still emanating
from the horn.

But it's...

(BEEPING SPEEDS UP)

...stronger.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(HOOVES GALLOPING)

(HIGH-PITCHED CRY)

(HOOVES GALLOPING)

(WOODS CREAKING)

(GROWLING IN DISTANCE)

(STEADY BEEPING)

ELLIOT: How are you
feeling, sir?

Oh, I believe it's working.
I do believe.

Of course it is, Odell.
Of course.

Oh, yeah. No, I bet.
It's working.

Working those tumors
real good.

I want to thank you
for this gift, Elliot.

The gift of certainty.
To pass on,

to be buried, or in my case,

cryogenically frozen
in a subterranean bunker,

but, regardless, to do so

knowing you've tried it all.
(INHALES DEEPLY)

Thanks to you, I have.

I do wish I'd gone to space,
though. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Yeah. Well,
not many people have.

Whatever comes of this,
you'll receive your royalty.

Understand?

Your discovery, your cut.

(COUGHS)

Perhaps, you'll become
a partner in all of this.

Thank you, sir.
I'd be grateful.

I know you would, amigo.

Did I tell you
we're on Blackfoot land?

Their people express
their thanks, grati--

Save your strength, Odell.

No one needs
to hear about that.

Not now, not ever, darling.

Just-- That's it. Shhh.

-(SNORING)
-BELINDA: He's fine.

Come on.

What's going on in here?

Uh, I'm researching,
I guess. (SNIFFLES)

SHEPARD: Hmm.

What kind of researching?

Feedback's a good thing.
Don't be afraid of it.

Right. Um, I don't know.

I... I guess
I just kind of figured,

you know,
what if people used to think

that unicorns were real
because they actually were?

You know, like, we're the ones
who got it wrong.

And I feel like
if that's the case, then...

-Hmm.
-...what people used to

have to say about them is
actually a lot more relevant

than what we think now.

Yeah, but this,
this is all just bad faith

archaic misogynist bullshit.
But some of this's actually...

-Totally.
-I'll show you.

Tell you what, why don't we
get you situated properly.

-Griff?
-Yes?

Uh, my large format printer.

I was a real shutterbug

for a few months
a couple years back

before I got into archery
and that kinda...

-Um...
-...took over everything.

But, um... (CLEARS THROAT)

why don't you organize
your thoughts, you know,

print some of this stuff off,

and then we can present
our research to my parents.

-What do you think?
-RIDLEY: Yeah. Uh,

I don't know.
Yeah, I guess, I could, uh...

It doesn't have to be
like a proper mood board
or anything,

but I'm a visual thinker so...

Right.

SHEPARD: Hmm. I can't wait
to see it. Ridley.

Oh, and, uh, matte paper,
yeah? Glossy's gauche.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Dad?

Hmm.

(STICK DROPS)

Odell. You look...

rested.

(MUSIC INCREASES IN TEMPO)

(ODELL GROANS)

-(BEEP)
-(MOTOR WHIRRING)

SONG: If these protein
and tumor markers
are accurate,

your cancer seems to be
in some sort of, uh,

spontaneous remission.

What's that now?

We can't say
anything definitive

and right now
N only equals one.

But there's a chance
this is possibly, uh--

-(MACHINE BEEPS)
-It could be the, uh...

Cure for cancer?

(SHEPARD CLAPS)
Are you kidding me?

Cancer? That--
That's the biggest one.

It's a top three
disease, easy.

Are you sure about that?
I mean, you've checked

your math and chemistry
and everything?

I mean, I just don't wanna
get our hopes up.

ODELL: I no longer need
hope now. I feel it.

It's gone,
out of my body for good.

We've done it.
We found my cure, Bella.

Oh.

Well, we can't say anything
right now,

other than it's promising.

But we might be
curing cancer here?

You hear that, Rid?
Doing good.

I can feel every cell

-in my body buzzing...
-What?

-...vibrating...
-ELLIOT: What's wrong?

...on the universe's
frequency.

I've never been so alive.

Oh, my God.
They're gonna hate us

on the non-profit circuit.

Nice knowing ya,
cancer charities, am I right?

Let's just slow down
for a second.

No, dear.
Now's the time to go fast.

We need to get
that creature into HQ

to replicate that compound
post-haste.

-Well-- But we can't.
-Excuse me?

We can't reproduce this.

Oh, you gotta
say something else, Song.

-He's not gonna like that.
-SONG: These protein sequences

shouldn't exist,
not even theoretically.

They'd be impossible
to synthesize.

Whatever the cost,
I don't care.

Do not touch those samples!

I wasn't.
I was just looking at it.

SONG: If you gave us
all the time

and all the resources
in the world,

we couldn't reproduce this.

Sometimes, science can only be
humbled in the face of nature.

For years, you've sworn
that there's no treatment

for what ails me,

and yet when I find
the cure myself,

you say
you can't replicate it?

An opportunity for greatness,

for immortality,
handed to you,

and all you can speak of
is man's limitations?

Man has no limitations.

So if you can't recognize

the alchemical miracle
on hand,

the potential
for your legacy and mine,

then we may need a new head

of pharmaceutical
fucking research!

I understand
you're disappointed.

But you are still cured, so...

Net positive, I'd say.

So, this is it?

All we have?

SHEPARD: It's like an NFT.

I've told you
about that before.

Oh, I understand.
Supply is scarce.

Demand will be high.
I understand.

You got
the Davos guest list handy?

Always.
Let's prioritize anyone

who's had
a public health scare.

The worse, the better.

SHEPARD: And I'll mix up
some drinks.

Finally get to show you
that mixology, Pop.

Um, sorry. Can I help
with whatever is happening?

Roll up
your shirtsleeves, partner.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(PRINTER WHIRRING
AND CLICKING)

(PRINTER COMPLETION BEEP)

It's new, Priscilla.

BELINDA: It's not
the sort of thing we...

RIDLEY: Excuse me. I...

...would let the FDA get their
grubby little hands on.

(LAUGHS)

Just think of it
as an investment

-in your and Mark's health.
-Well, how do I sound?

Oh, great,
'cause I feel great.

How's the colon?

-No, no, no, no.
-RIDLEY: Excuse me.

Let me tell you
about this new treatment.

RIDLEY: Sir,
can I just have a...

Yeah. No, it's extraordinary.

I just think
MBS would think this is

a cool opportunity
if you brought it to him.

ODELL: ...Unlike anything on
the market.

Right, because
we've partied before

and I know what he's like.

-Dad. Dad.
-ELLIOT: Wait, hold on--

Hold on just a second, Rid.

Three grams at two and a half.

Right. Okay.
Two and a half at 300.

No, no, three at 2.5.

-Oh, sorry. Sorry. Yeah.
-Sharp ears. Do better.

Uh, you're right. I apologize.

-What's going on?
-Oh, my gosh.

I've never seen so much money
before in my life.

I think this is gonna
change things for us.

BELINDA: All right.
Finish your prep!

-ELLIOT: Holy shit.
-Let's bag the beast to go

We're going wheels up
ricky-tick.

(ODELL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

So, my boy
says the Crown Prince

and his cousin are gonna want
an eight ball to start.

BELINDA: What?

I mean, uh,
three and a half grams.

That's such
an oddly specific number.

Yeah. I don't know. Weird,
but that's what he said.

RIDLEY: Wait, is this...

What? Every part
of the buffalo.

Wish I had my bitters
from home,

but it's an imperfect world.
Kanpai.

The price is the price.

No, I won't be pushed around
like some labor leader.

Good. My office will call.

You're right.
This is absolutely delicious.

I haven't had this much fun

since we launched
Fen-Phen in '94.

And I thought Etherium
was a good investment.

-(LAUGHS)
-Which it was, to be clear.

Uh, how are
those numbers looking, El?

ELLIOT: Uh, I don't know.
I think we made, uh, a lot?

And still plenty of surplus
for the family reserves.

Fuck yes.
We're gonna live forever.

(LAUGHS)

RIDLEY: But we can't take it.

See, 'cause, look, I've been
doing some research.

BELINDA: Well,
isn't she enterprising?

RIDLEY: So,
the thing is (SIGHS)

unicorns used to be seen
differently, all right?

Hundreds and thousands
of years ago,

they were seen as, like,
these divine monsters,

but they were impossible
to catch,

except everyone totally tried
because, you know,

since forever,
people fully believed

that they could heal
literally anything.

Uh, yeah, welcome to, like,
10 minutes ago.

Yeah, I know,

which made me wanna
check this research again

because it's right.

And Dad, do you remember
when Mom took us

to see these tapestries?

No, no, I... I don't remember.

Yes, yes, yes, you do!

-What?
-The Cloisters, remember?

-I don't. I'm sorry. I...
-She said it was

her favorite museum
when she was little.

She took us like a month
after her diagnosis and it...

What does that have to do
with anything?

Yeah. I'm sorry.
Where are we going with this?

BELINDA: I have to admit,
I'm a bit lost in the woods

on this one too, darling.

RIDLEY: Just--

you just have to look
at these tapestries, okay?

They're from the Middle Ages,
they're literally famous

and they tell
this whole story,

one that reoccurs
over and over.

And, you know,
people always thought

that they were
a metaphor for Christ

and man's inherent corruption,

which actually makes sense
in historical context

considering the church
was commissioning

art-making as a way
to enforce obedience.

But that doesn't matter.
What matters is,

I don't think that we're
supposed to have this, okay?

Because if unicorns are real,
which we know that they are,

then these stories
might be too.

(SCOFFS) And you expect us
to alter course

and invest in a theory
based on this?

SHEPARD: Yeah.
This has no flow, okay?

I told you to make a mood
board, not a... shit board.

I, I don't get it.

What would you have us do,
leave it outside to rot?

-Yes.
-ELLIOT: No.

-No one is suggesting that.
-RIDLEY: I am.

It's coming with us,
sweetheart.

And it's gonna help
a lot of people.

Well, not a lot of people.

But good people. Our people.

I am telling you right now,
we can't.

Bad things will happen.
I can feel it.

Doesn't that count
for anything?

No?

The arrogance,
to claim to know such things

that are unknowable.
Does she represent

your family's interests
in this venture?

I don't know what
she's talking about, Odell.

I don't. I mean,
she doesn't know

what she's
talking about. Right?

I know that you are
standing up

for your principles

and I am proud of you for it,

but we don't need to perform

for each other here and now,
do we?

(INHALES)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

SHEPARD: We've got time
for bubbles before

-we hit the airport, right?
-(CORK OPENS)

Here's to being reborn.

Change in plans.

And here's hoping we kill
Bigfoot on the way home, eh?

Oh, Sheppie.

ODELL: Careful, Dr. Song.

That's your responsibility
in transport.

Asset is on the move.
Asset is on the...

(STATIC)

Bloody comms.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

SHAW: Is the convoy prepped?
Can anyone read me?

(STATIC ON COMMS)

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(GROWLING IN DISTANCE)

(STATIC INTERFERENCE)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Why don't you go
and have a look see?

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, rea--

Oh, okay. Right.

Hello?

(HIGH-PITCHED CRY)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(DEVICE BEEPING)

Hey.

Hey.

What happened?

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

(UNICORN SHRIEKING)

(GROWLING)

(LOUD THUD)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Ugh. Ew.

(GASPING)

(SONG GROANING)

(ALARM SOUNDING)

(BHATIA GASPS)

-(FLESH SQUELCHING)
-(GASPING)

(THUDS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(UNICORN SNARLS)

(ROARS)

(PANTING)

-Bring it to us!
-SHEPARD: Come on! Let's go!

-(ELLIOT GRUNTS)
-BELINDA: Sheppie, come!

ODELL: Dawdle-fucking-not!

-SHAW: Open fire!
-(GUNSHOTS)

GRIFF: I'll just get
out of your way.

(UNICORN GROWLS)

(UNICORN GRUNTS)

SHAW: Cease fire!

(GASPING)

Ridley, go to the car!
I'm coming!

(PANTING)

(HOOVES APPROACHING)

(GROWLING)

(CAR HORN SOUNDS)

(ROARING)

(YELPING)

(GUNS FIRING)

SHAW: Surround her!
Take it down!

(GROWLS)

(GRUNTS)

Fall back!

(MAN SCREAMS)

Help me! Help me!

-(SPLATS)
-(PANTING)

(GROWLING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

ELLIOT: Don't move.

Stay right there.

(GROWLING)

RIDLEY: On three,
run inside, okay?

We're not doing this
right now.

-Alright. One...
-ELLIOT: No.

-...two...
-Stop counting.

RIDLEY: ...three, go!
(PANTING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROWLING)

Hey!

(GROWLING)

(PANTING)

(GROWLING)

(PANTING)

(GROWLING)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GROWLING)

(PANTING) Are you okay?

Are you all right?
Are you-- Are you hurt?

RIDLEY: No,
I'm fine, I'm fine.

SHAW: Got you.

(GROWLING IN DISTANCE)

(PAINED HOWLING IN DISTANCE)

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

ODELL: The possibilities are
absolutely extraordinary.

Listen, it's- you sure
it didn't bite you?

No, I,
I already said that I'm fine.

-If it has rabies...
-I already said that I'm fine.

Or if you need shots,
it might not...

Okay. But I told you something
like this would happen

-and you chose not to listen.
-I know. But, no, no, no, no.

-I already told you.
-You didn't tell me anything.

Maybe if you'd had
a more specific warning,

we could have left already.

How did you know
it would be this way?

From your folkloric curricula?

-No, no. No, no, no.
-I'm saying something.

Okay, 'cause it's not
just the research.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Because yesterday,
I touched its horn.

I kind of had
like a vision or something.

I don't really know
how to explain it,

but it, it felt like
it was showing me something.

Go on, little sister.
Regale me.

All I can say is,
after that happened,

I feel connected
to that thing,

like I have some sort of bond.

And the same thing
with the bigger one.

And so you think
that's why it didn't hurt you?

RIDLEY: Yeah. I don't know.
I think, maybe.

I think it wants us
to just leave its baby and go.

It did attack
when Dr. Song

was moving the young one,

so, yeah, she might have a...

I hear you. In fact,
you've convinced me

that the only way to be
as good of an advocate

for these creatures as you are

is to recover this wounded
adult before it expires

so that I can understand

this experience
of yours first-hand.

See, now we're talking sense.

You see
how that feels different?

No, that's like the opposite
of what I just said.

-Hey.
-No bad ideas, Rid.

BELINDA: Not to be
a size queen, as they say,

but that horn
was rather girthsome.

Yes. And it was used
to kill your guards!

And Dr. Dennis Young-Jo Song.

And wouldn't it be cruel
to let them die in vain?

Think of that animal out there
bleeding to death,

suffering,
alone in the wilderness.

I feel very strongly
that we can't just go out

and, and, and strip mine
another one.

Come on.

They have cured everything
that we've thrown at them.

So I'd say we have
a moral imperative

to harvest every last one.
Got it, horse girl?

Hey, easy.

He is crass,

but he's right.

We do this
not for our own benefit,

but for the betterment
of the world.

ODELL: Hmm. Brava.

Medium rare
as you requested, sir.

ELLIOT: All right. Okay.
You know what?

Just spitballing here,
what if Ridley and I go home,

we take the,
the little one with us,

you know, for safekeeping
just in case...

So you'd retreat
in the face of opportunity?

And here I thought
you were invested, Elliot.

Sweat equity.

ELLIOT: Oh, no, no.
No, that's not what I...

I say, any man
who abandons his partner

is no partner of mine.

If you can't see this through,

then it's certainly
for the best.

That your services
are no longer required

as my family's proxy.

You know what? Forget it.

It turns out there,
there are bad ideas after all.

(GROANS)

Let's, uh,
let's do your thing.

What, what is your thing?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

SHAW: Pack your scran
and call your nan!

Hunting party
moves out in five!

Um, has anyone seen
the bug spray?

So, uh, before Dr. Song...

uh- before what happened,

the electromagnetic detector
went off

and Denny saw it. And he
looked at me and, You know...

I think this has DEET in it
if you...

Did you know
the Maasai warriors

hunt lions with only a spear?

Remarkable rite of passage.

Reminds you of man's innate
capacity, don't you think?

Hmm.

Me personally,
I've only done it

with an automatic
assault rifle.

Not unlike this model.

Oh, so you've,
like, killed lions?

Oh, I certainly have, partner.
Lions, elephants, great apes.

Right. Wow.

Hey, you know, regarding
the whole partner thing,

it might be great to formalize
some of that,

you know, just in case.

When we're back, amigo.

(BEADS CLATTERING)

I'll get you fresh beads, sir.

-ODELL: Do.
-SHEPARD: Disappointing news

but it seems like ole Griff

can't find
my compound bow, so...

-RIDLEY: Dad...
-I thought now would be like

a perfect time for me
to just hit the tub

-and start...
-ODELL: Do us a favor,

-save the excuses.
-SHEPARD: It's not an excuse.

Someone needs to stay here
and brainstorm

how to brand away from the
whole "unicorn murder" thing

and you know that's where
I do my best thinking.

I don't care if that thing
is dead out there,

you can't go with them.

We can't be
a part of this anymore.

I have to keep our stake,

you know, staked down.

You were right, they're not
great people, but...

...uh, I will tag along
with them,

I'll watch them
haul this corpse in,

and then you and I, you know,
we'll finally be set.

If you go out there,
I'm leaving.

ELLIOT: This is a good thing.

What if Mom was able
to get something like this?

They wouldn't even
let her get near it.

Can you please,
please just listen and not go?

Can you please stay with me?

Elliot, it's time
to collect our spoils.

-I won't be long, all right?
-Dad, no.

You'll thank me
for this someday.

Misguided, but at least
she's got

some intellectual rigor
about her.

Tough loss.

Cuts deep, I bet.

Yeah.

But doesn't it feel
like it's kind of

how he might've wanted to go,
you know?

(VOICE TREMBLING)
Not really, no.

But isn't it?

You know,
in pursuit of science.

And so he's gone.
What do we do now?

Do we sulk? (SCOFFS)

Lament?

Be weak?

I don't think
that's what I'm doing.

Or do we keep pushing?

Keep pushing the science

and maintain
his intellectual rigor...

-Can you put that down?
-...honor his life's work?

Or maybe
he's not worth remembering?

Of course, he is.

Exactly.

And that's why I think

you need to get back in there,

get back to work,
make him proud

and saw the horn
off that fucking pony,

what do you say?

The h- I thought
we were talking like

a commemorative plaque
or something.

Oh, no, no.
No, there's no time for that.

Horn first, then plaque.
All right?

-(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
-(DEVICE BEEPING)

Sorry.

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

(GLASS VIAL CLINKS)

SHEPARD: Just a little...
little bit.

(EXHALES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

For science.

(SNORTS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Ugh.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(PAINED HOWL IN DISTANCE)

All right.

The unicorn is killed.

Then it's resurrected.

Then it's resurrected?

Oh, shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(PAINED HOWL)

SHEPARD: Do us a favor.
Save the excuses, Bhatia.

BHATIA: It's not
an excuse, okay?

We tried.

But the horn, the organ,
whatever it is,

it seems to be signaling for--

I mean, cellular swelling,

mitochondrial dysfunction,

all typical signs
of postmortem decay

and decomposition.

(NEIGHS)

They're not just slowing,
they're reversing.

Hold the phone, Ponce de Leon.

You're saying
it won't stay dead?

Maybe. Yeah, maybe.

-Maybe, yeah. yeah.
-Yeah?

I want that horn in my hand.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

-Hey.
-(GASPS) Oh, shit.

-Shit. Sorry.
-Oh, my God.

Sorry. Podcast.

Do you have a way to get
in contact with them somehow?

Because I think
that these things

might be able to,
like, heal themselves

and that means
my dad, Odell, Shaw...

-Yes, right.
-...they all-- They just need

to get back here now.

-Okay. Um...
-(DOOR OPENS)

It...

(ENERGY PULSING)

(PAINED EXPRESSION)

BELINDA: Nothing
from Odell, right?

-(PHONE VIBRATING)
-(GASPS)

Sorry.

-(ELLIOT SIGHS)
-(UNICORN BREATHING PAINFULLY)

(VIBRATING CONTINUES)

-(GROWLS)
-(STATIC INTERFERENCE)

(SAWING)

(GROWLS)

Fuck!

-Hey, we gotta go right now.
-SHAW: Calm down.

(DEVICE BEEPING INTENSIFYING)

ELLIOT: What do
the arrows mean?

(GROWLS)

Contact!

-(GROWLS)
-(SHAW SCREAMING)

-(GUNSHOTS)
-Shoot it!

Shoot it!

Shoot it! (SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES
DISTANTLY)

(NEIGHING)

(GUN COCKS AND FIRES)

(GRUNTING)

Tighten up. (PANTING)

Alert.

-(DEVICE POWERING UP)
-Oh, thank you.

(BEEPING)

-ELLIOT: Uh...
-(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

ELLIOT: Odell?

-(MERCENARY GROANS)
-ELLIOT: Here.

(GROANING)

(GROWLS)

(SCREAMS)

(PANTS)

(GROWLING)

-Did you kill them?
-(GASPS)

Did I kill them?

Fucking unskilled labor.

(GROWLING)

(GROWLS)

(GROWLS)

-Oh!
-(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

(SNARLS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BELINDA GASPS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay then.

Just us.

(GROWLS)

Aren't you
the most magnificent thing?

(GROWLING SOFTLY)

You like me, don't you?

I'm harmless.

(NEIGHS)

That's it, amigo.

Just a little touch.

(GASPS)

Now you can
show me your secrets.

Come on.

(TONGUE CLICK)

(GROWLS)

That's right.

Now give me the horn.

-(LOUD THUD)
-(SCREAMING)

(GAGGING)

-(GROWLING)
-(BELINDA GASPS)

(GROWLING)

If you'll just excuse me.

Pardon me, thank you.

BELINDA: He's gone.
He's really finally gone.

There are two of them?

SHEPARD: No, no, no,
put that back.

My dad died for that thing.

Hey, you cannot go outside.
I almost got killed out there.

This is how we stop people
from getting killed.

We need to give
their baby back.

Everyone needs to calm down!

(SIGHS) We need to take
control of the situation.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

What would Odell do?

ELLIOT: Probably hire me
to look after you

-and I'd call the police.
-Relax. My dad only

brought you on to be the last
line of plausible deniability.

This really isn't
the best use of time.

-It's okay.
-Fine, do it.

Make the call.
Just give me a minute.

(LINE RINGING)

BELINDA: Well,
you know so much.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Do they ever
catch these things

in your draperies
or needlepoint of stories?

RIDLEY: No, I mean, yeah,

but the lore becomes
more metaphorical or...

BHATIA: Wait,
they're doing something

by the electrical equipment.

RCMP. Bonjour.

-Hello, hello, officer?
-How can I help you?

Oh, thank God.

Hello. Hello. Hello?

Wait, what happened?
What happened?

The cellular booster uses,
um, house power.

The fuck was that?
I'm trying to grieve in there!

Do you think that there was
enough time to trace the call?

-How does tracing work?
-RIDLEY: Forget that.

We're taking this out
and giving its child back.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

The gate--
The gate is electric.

There's no point in us
giving it back

if we're just gonna be
trapped out there

with those things
that killed Odell.

God damn it, Odie!

Someone has to access
the gate's motor housing

in order to manually
open it, ma'am.

So, unfortunately,
until we do that,

no one is driving out of here.

(HIGH-PITCHED CRY)

Then we draw straws.

You're not drawing anything.

It's only fair.

BELINDA: Well,
protective parenting aside,

I mean is chance really
the best way

to decide anything?

Generally not
very scientific, no.

Exactly. No, no.

First, we must ask ourselves,
who is most familiar

with the gate?

That's right,
that's right because, uh,

that would be the person

who has the greatest chance
of, uh, succeeding, right?

-Yes.
-GRIFF: Hang on a minute.

You can't just volunteer me
to go out there.

Years of service
and we have never asked

anything of you except this.

Well, that's not true,
and even if it were...

Or we could vote on it.

-I vote for Griff.
-Seconded.

-I vote for not Griff.
-Thank you. As do I.

Yes. But sweetie,
you're not even 21 yet.

-So?
-You know,

it's not
particularly complicated.

It's not like
I'm the fucking gate guy!

Although, in this instance,

it kind of seems
like you are though, right?

Everything I've done
for your family

and this is
my severance? (SIGHS)

I have kids.

You do?

Oh, you do. I knew that.

You are the most familiar
with it.

This isn't okay.

We voted, Griffin.
Democracy wins.

You get the gate,
we get the car.

Now, who'll take
the dead one out?

BHATIA: Can you give me
a hand?

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

BHATIA: You did what you
had to do. I get it.

You and me, we prioritize
the same thing, you know.

-Our careers.
-Families.

Uh, right.
Well, I mean, you know.

That's who the career
benefits. Yeah.

Sure. All I'm saying is...

we have to take care
of our own

because if you plan on them
doing it for you...

(SCOFFS)

BELINDA: All right.
Chop-chop, time to go.

-RIDLEY: Good luck out there.
-Yeah, very helpful.

Thank you.

You should be okay
once they see the baby.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

He's in the tunnel.

ELLIOT: We'll drive down
and get you

as soon as
the gates open, okay?

BELINDA: You're gonna
do great.

GRIFF: You do have the
greatest chance of success...

You are most familiar
with the gate.

(BREATH TREMBLING)

All right. Let's go.
Which car do we take?

BELINDA: How am I supposed
to know?

ELLIOT: You have the keys.

-(CAR UNLOCK BEEP)
-BELINDA: That one.

RIDLEY: Oh, shit.

BELINDA: Oh, sweetheart,
I'll be back for you.

I promise you.

ELLIOT: Hey, Ridley, come on.

Hey, we gotta go!

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

BELINDA: Wait, where's Shep?

ELLIOT: Seriously?
Tell him to hurry.

Just wait.
Shepard, what the fuck?

(CAPTIVATING MUSIC PLAYING)

BELINDA: Shep,
we are leaving now!

I'm coming, Mother.

(GROWLS)

(GROWLING)

(NEIGH)

Oh, shit.

(GRIFF GRUNTS)

(GROWL)

(GRUNTS)

On behalf of the humans,

we hope, uh,
this makes things cool.

(NEIGH)

-(GROWL)
-Griff?

Ridley! What do I do?

RIDLEY: I really
don't understand.

This is
what they wanted. It's...

Face it. There's no
negotiating with monsters.

Oh!

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(NEIGHS)

BHATIA: (BREATH TREMBLES)
Where did they go?

Hey, coast is clear. Let's go.

(GROWLING)

-(GASPS, SCREAMS)
-(LOUD THUD)

(SCREAMING)

Fuck this!

(GROWL)

BELINDA: So much
for that fucking theory.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I thought I understood.

We're not gonna defeat them
in the marketplace of ideas,

which is why I did the work.

I figured out their weakness.
You're all very welcome.

Well, are you gonna
share it with us?

-Out with it.
-SHEPARD: I revisited

my research
and a recurrent trope

in the medieval discourse,
as it were,

happens to be that unicorns,
historically speaking,

can only be trapped
by one thing,

and I think Ridley here
knows what that is,

a pure-hearted maiden.

Wait, I'm sorry.
What are you saying?

I, I don't know
how you come up

with these ideas, Sheppy.

SHEPARD: Research. That's how
I get my ideas, Mom.

And you were
always dismissing them.

This is about Dad's legacy,
this is about...

He's right. (SOBS)

He's right. It's my fault.
I misunderstood.

No, no, no, no. Oh, honey, no.

It's my fault. It's...
It's all my fault. It's...

(SIGHS)

(GALLOPING)

(LOUD CRASH)

BELINDA: I don't get it.
What do they want?

We're running out of time,
all right?

You need to listen to logic.
You need to listen to reason.

That is the only way we're
making out of this alive.

-(CRASHING CONTINUES)
-There is a recognizable,

-pancultural pattern across...
-Wait here.

...a variety of folkloric
hunt/capture narratives.

BELINDA: Are you
snorting that shit?

And if we're serious about--
Yes, yes, I am.

Serious about
surviving this thing,

then we have to be prepared
to use her as bait.

You understand?

But you were on the wagon.

I thought
you were doing so well.

-I am doing well!
-Shepard, Belinda.

Ah. Elliot, there you are.

Tell her to get ready
to make herself useful.

She might have to assume
a position or something.

Oh, no, sorry,
she doesn't work for you.

Not directly, no.

No, actually, you know what?
I'm afraid the time has come

for me
to tender my resignation.

In our family's hour of need?

And you call yourself
an attorney?

Do your vows mean nothing?

-Best of luck in...
-(CRASHING CONTINUES)

...your, uh,
continued survival.

They're coming for us.

ELLIOT: Okay.
We're getting out of here.

Are you vaping? Do you vape?

No.

-(SNIFFLING)
-BELINDA: Sheppie, please.

(GULPS, GASPS)

(HIGH-PITCHED CRY)

We underestimated it.

More than I ever could have
possibly imagined.

I feel it, in my mind,

sanctifying me.

BELINDA: No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

Baby, we gotta go.
We gotta go.

(GASPS)

I know what we have to do.

(PANTING)

All right.
No matter what happens,

don't stop running
till you get to the car.

-We'll ram the gate.
-Okay.

-Okay?
-Yeah.

Let's not make this

-into a whole big thing.
-Hey, let go!

No, no, no.
This is for the greater good.

Get the fuck off me!
You fascist.

Shepples, I don't know.

(GROWLING)

(ALL GASP)

(GROWLING CONTINUES)

(LOUD BANGING)

BELINDA: Shepard, come on.
Come on.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(BELINDA SCREAMS)

(ELLIOT PANTING)

-(BUZZING)
-Whoa!

Kitchen door.
Kitchen door. Go.

(GROWLING)

(RIDLEY AND ELLIOT PANTING)

(GASPS) No! (YELPS)

ELLIOT: Stay there.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(BUZZING)

(GROWLS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GROWLS)

(BOTH GASPING)

-(GROWLING)
-(HOOVES GALLOPING)

BELINDA: What?

(GROWLS)

(SHEPARD GRUNTS)

-(CLANGS)
-(GROWLS)

-Come on.
-(BELINDA GASPS)

(GROWLING)

(PANTING)

(SOFTLY) I- I don't think
it saw us.

No. I think--

-Aw.
-(GASPS)

-(WOOD CLATTERING)
-Man, Griff did find my bow.

Now, I feel bad.

Listen, if this is
the end, baby,

-I want--
-I need to think. Okay.

Maybe if I filed off
a little bit more

-of this horn.
-Wait.

Your dad's oxygen.

Can we blow it up with this?
Isn't that a thing?

Yes. Pressurized oxygen
is flammable

and if it combusts,
then it will explode.

-But that's...
-How do you know that?

You don't know that.

You don't get it, Mom.

This is inside my brain.
It's firing my shit up.

I'm a genius now, okay?

That will destroy
our golden goose.

We don't need to do that
because I want a goose farm.

So they'll come to her
and then-- Open this.

And then we pen them in
and we force them to breed,

then they'll be ours.

(GROWLING)

What the shit is this shit?

Oh.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

-(FLOORBOARD CREAKING)
-(SNORTS)

They're gonna kill us.

(WHINNYING)

I don't understand
why they would do this to me.

(LOUD POUNDING ON DOOR)

(STATIC BUZZING)

I think I made a mistake.

(WHINNYING)

What the fuck
were you thinking?

ELLIOT: I don't know. I--

I was afraid we'd get nothing.

How could you do that to us?

Because I promised her.

I sat in that hospital room
and I swore to her

that I would do whatever
I had to to take care of you,

to make sure that you
didn't want for anything.

And that's on me.

Every decision, every day.

But I failed you both.

And you don't seem
to need the things

I thought
I was giving you, so--

Actually, maybe they were
just for me after all.

Either way, I--

I'm sorry I'm the one
you're stuck with.

(BANGING)

-(SOBS)
-(BANGING CONTINUES)

(GROWLS)

If we don't make it
out of here,

my sweet darling boy,

just know, despite...

Shut the fuck up.

(UTENSILS CLATTERING)

Do you hear that?

I think it's in the kitchen.

-(LOUD THUD)
-(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(GROWLING)

(FLOORBOARD CREAKING)

(BREATH TREMBLES)

-(STOMPING FOOTSTEPS)
-(BELINDA EXHALES)

I think it might be leaving.

-(GROWLS)
-(GROANS)

(BELINDA GROANS)

-(GRUNTS)
-(GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

Mommy!

No!

(SCREAMS)

Mom!

(GROANING, SCREAMING)

(ROARS)

RIDLEY: When I touched
the horn...

(CRIES) I think Mom was there.

I saw...

-(GROWLING)
-(RIDLEY GASPS)

(SNARLS)

(GROWLS)

(GRUNTING)

(RIDLEY PANTING)

No!

-Go to the car. Get out.
-Dad, no. Please!

-Please! You can't do this.
-(GROWLING)

No.

I love you.

Dad!

(PANTING)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMS)

(GROWLING)

(BELINDA SCREAMING)

BELINDA: Do it, Sheppie.

(SCREAMING)

Do it, Sheppie.

(CRIES) Please... forgive me.

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(ROARS)

(PANTING)

-(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
-(GASPS)

RIDLEY: Holy shit.

(PANTS AND SNIFFLES)

(ROARS)

(GASPS)

(BOW CREAKING)

SHEPARD: Don't move.

I didn't actually to take that
many lessons with this thing.

Come on.

Hmm.

-(PANTING)
-(GROWLING)

I don't think
you wanna do this.

You don't know that.
Face the front.

You don't know anything.

This is my destiny.

(GLASS BREAKING)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(SNORTING)

(GROWLING)

(RIDLEY WHIMPERS)

(ROARS)

(BREATH TREMBLING)

(SOBBING)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTING)

Stay right there. Don't move.

Yes, I fucking knew
it would work.

I'm the businessman now, Dad.

Okay. (PANTING)

Okay. You proved
everyone wrong.

Now can you please, please
just let me go?

Shut up. Shut up.

Please.

(BELLOWS)

Dad?

(GROWLS)

That's it.
The future's ours now, Elliot.

50/50.

You earned this, eh?

(WHINNIES SOFTLY)

(SNIFFING)

(GROWLS SOFTLY)

(SHEPARD PANTING)

(PANTING)

Good job, partner.

I knew you had potential.

We'll finish tying
these things up,

get 'em locked away,

breeding can start
first thing Monday.

There's so much to do,
but they're ours now, Elliot.

(GRUNTS)
We'll own them forever.

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

-(GRUNTS)
-(RIDLEY GASPS)

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(GROWLS)

Oh, my God!

What the fuck
were you thinking?

(GROANS) I... I don't know.
Ahh.

(GROANS) I didn't really
plan it out.

We need to get you help.

It isn't good.

RIDLEY: It looks bad.

I need to put
pressure on it.

ELLIOT: I-- I couldn't
let him do it.

I need the horn.

(PANTING) I need the flesh.

RIDLEY: I think it went deep.
Where's your phone?

I need the blood.

-Oh, fuck.
-(GROWLS)

(LOUD THUD)

We... We...
We need to get you help.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's not okay.
You're... You're bleeding out.

Hey, tell me,

tell me, please.

What did they show you?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I don't know. I... I...

I was standing
in the road with you

and I was swept up
in some kind of current.

It was like a river

and it was
taking me somewhere.

(POIGNANT MUSIC PLAYING)

And even though I didn't know

what I would find
when I got there,

I wasn't afraid,

because I had this sense,

I had this feeling in the dark

that they were showing me
where they came from,

but not just them, us too.

And I think it's where we've
always been heading back to.

Where a part of Mom
was already waiting.

In a place where
we don't have to worry

about what we
didn't figure out

while we were here.
(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I don't know.
I wasn't there for very long.

I hope you're right.

Maybe...

I'll be there... waiting.

(SOBBING)

(CRYING)

(GROWLS)

(BOTH BUBBLING AND SNORTING)

(ENERGY PULSING)

(SWEEPING MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHINNYING)

-(EXPLOSION)
-(THUD)

(GASPS)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(POIGNANT MUSIC PLAYING)

I don't--

What, what...

-What?
-(CHUCKLING)

GRIFF: They were
just this way.

Fuck.

-(SIREN BLARES)
-(RADIO STATIC)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS)

POLICE OFFICER: Real bloodbath

up at
the Leopold Ranch, Chief.

Bringin' survivors in
for statements.

But I got a feeling
you're not gonna believe them.

CHIEF ON RADIO: Well, then
that would make them suspects.

-Over.
-POLICE OFFICER: Roger that.

You two better have
a good lawyer.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(HANDCUFFS CLINKING)

I know this weekend didn't go
how you wanted it to and all,

but wherever they take us,
we're gonna be okay.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

I know. (LAUGHS)

I saw it too.

(CHUCKLING)

What the heck?

(SWEEPING MUSIC PLAYING)

(UNICORNS NEIGHING
AND SNORTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Sorry. Sorry.

(SNORTS)

(GROWLS)

(NEIGHS)

(GROWLS)

(GROWLS)

-(TIRES SCREECHING)
-(THUDDING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(TENSE ELECTRONIC
MUSIC PLAYING)