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(dramatic music)

(lamp creaking)

(dramatic music)

(skeleton groaning)

(thunder rumbling)

(dramatic music)

- [Mama] Rico, Emily, get in the damn car now!

Now!

(tense music)

(Mama screaming)

(group chanting)

- [Reporter] Ulster County is looking at its biggest dip

in nearly nine years

as unemployment reaches 7%.

Romero news time, 11:33.

(dramatic music)

(Mama coughing)

- The results are conclusive, Ms. Sanchez.

It's stage 4 lung cancer in your lymph nodes

and your liver.

Your case is terminal.

- Well, ain't that something? (laughs)

Ain't that something?

Ain't it a bitch?

- I think right now we should start talking

about making you as comfortable as possible,

make sure your quality of life is

as good as it can be.

- I guess Rico's gonna have to get me a casket.

No, but he won't do that.

He's broke. He's broke.

How's he gonna get me a casket?

He and I, we're not on the best of terms.

- I know it's a difficult time,

and I'm sure it's very hard not speaking with your son.

But we do have a social worker and a patient navigator

who can help walk you through the next steps.

- I don't need that shit.

- I would love to introduce you,

so you can start feeling better

about these next moments.

- I'd rather just, you know, wing it.

(Mama laughing and coughing)

- Dr. Gonzalez spoke with your mom, Rico.

- And?

- It would be best if you talked to her.

- Now why would I want to talk to Mama?

- She has cancer, Rico.

(solemn music)

- [Rico] Cancer, huh?

- That's what the doctor said.

- [Rico] Lung cancer?

- And?

- You couldn't catch me dead smoking that shit.

- I'm dying and I don't care.

I do miss your dad, very much so.

- The belt?

The back of his fucking hand, slapping the shit outta me?

- He was a good man.

- Yeah, hardly.

- Hardly?

Step over here and you'll get what's coming to you, boy.

- Boy?

You know, mama, maybe one day,

you'll have what's coming to you real soon,

maybe sooner than when you expect.

One of these days,

you might just turn your back

and find that bastard's ghost right behind you

to knock your ass down the basement stairs.

Or maybe it'll just be me.

- Don't you talk like that to me.

- You have gotta stop with my head, mama.

Don't fuck with me like that.

- You're a fucking idiot, Rico.

- Don't fuck with me, mama.

Don't you fuck with me!

(eerie music)

(contemplative music)

- I'm sure you're aware,

those paintings you did, they suck.

- Abstract art, Rico.

Look it up.

- Right.

- The doctor said it's good therapy.

- Yeah?

Therapy for an old woman dying of cancer.

What's the point, anyway?

- What's the point, anyway. Right.

- Exactly.

- Is it time for my medicine yet?

(ominous music)

(hands clapping)

- And the mother of the year award goes to,

- It's dog.

- Mama, you're not making any sense

with what you're saying.

Just yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.

That's all you do.

(Mama coughing)

Look at you.

- Do you remember I locked you and your sister in the car?

- [Rico] Mental health,

anti-social, (Mama screaming)

psychopathic, narcissistic,

paranoid personality disorder,

all traits of serial killers,

my deterioration was a slow burn,

undetected and unseen.

- Rico, what did you do to me?

God, god.

Rico!

What did you do to me?

Rico!

Rico, what did you do to me?

Stop!

- [Rico] Many are aware of what is known

in today's modern culture as the werewolf.

Most believe it's just a fantasy.

But I know it's more than just a fantasy.

I know what I've seen.

The horror, the terror, the macabre,

and knowing the truth has forever changed me.

(dramatic music)

- Rico, you ready for today's group session, brother?

- Yeah. I'll be okay.

- Yo, last week,

you went off the rails with that UFO shit.

You know, it's always fun.

I'm not judging or anything.

- Yeah, people make fun

of things they just don't understand.

- Now, grays are an interesting topic,

but you know, it's not for everyone.

- Hey, I'm off that shit already.

It's old news.

I've got something more important to say.

Something local, bigger.

- Oh yeah? What's that?

- Werewolves.

Now, you all have to be very careful

of the beasts out here.

Okay?

I'm not gonna tell you what kind they are,

'cause every single time I tell the locals,

they all just laugh at me like I'm some sort of a clown.

And I know I'm not crazy.

So just be careful of these woods.

Promise me.

This is not something to be taken lightly.

Look, I used to go out all the time, blogging,

talking to my fans,

talking about living life to its potential.

I didn't know the truth, but now I do.

Just be very wary of the unseen.

- Rico.

I'm Vernon.

Hey, let me give you my number.

Maybe I can be of help sometime.

(dramatic music) (birds chirping)

- Thanks.

Good to meet you.

- How the hell did that work?

- [Rico] I used to be happy.

But that happiness has since died.

(water splashing)

- [Angela] I don't hear from you for two weeks,

and then you show up last night, unannounced.

- I'm not going.

- Yeah, you're going.

- No, I'm not,

'cause my job is not done yet.

- Get the fuck outta my restaurant now.

Now.

- I'm not done yet. I'm gonna finish.

- You're done, Rico.

(tense music)

(footsteps crunching)

(phone ringing)

- Rico?

I need you to answer when I call. Okay?

Rico, god damn it. Where the fuck are you?

- Fucking farmhouse!

- I'm sending someone to see you.

- No, no, no.

Absolutely not. No, no!

(eerie music)

(recorder clicking)

There's a deep, primal,

animalistic, non-human instinct only I can feel.

The wolf wanting to get out and draw blood.

(Rico screaming)

I need to see bloodshed.

(eerie music)

I call upon the power of the moon to transform me.

I give myself to the wild

and embrace my new form.

Give me a sign!

(heavy metal music) (Rico panting)

(Rico grunting)

(heavy metal music)

(tense music)

(Rico breathing)

No, no, no.

- Rico?

You should have died in the car with Emily that day.

That was the plan.

You shouldn't be alive now.

- Shut up.

- You should have died that day,

but you didn't.

You wanna murder me?

Well, do it.

Murder me in the woods where you know you belong.

(Rico screaming) (dramatic music)

(Rico breathing)

(hands slapping)

- Vern? It's Rico.

I hear you have, you know, things that I can use

for like killing,

you know, like an animal.

- What kind of animal?

- A werewolf?

- (chuckles) Funny you should say that.

- Really? Why?

- I hunt them all the fucking time myself.

- You do?

- Oh yeah. I got a barn on my property.

Go in, take what you need.

To kill a werewolf,

you need to be prepared.

Sharp weapons are good.

I got this gun too.

Take that and whatever else you need,

then wait for the nightfall,

and you'll be prepared.

(guns clicking)

Cow meat drives werewolves crazy.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You break it up and you sprinkle it around like so.

Now doing so will attract a werewolf or werewolves.

Now, we have other ways to prepare also.

- How?

(trap clinking)

(rifle clinking)

- Looks like you're ready to go.

Listen, Rico, I'm gonna head out before it gets too dark.

Just call me if you need me.

Adios, chocha.

(rifle clicking)

(dramatic music)

- [Andy] Rico, it's Andy.

Some of us are worried about you. We haven't seen you.

Listen, I'm gonna stop by soon

with some beers and we can talk.

(eerie music)

- [Andy] I'm bringing the wolf, Rico.

- Yo, Rico? Are you around?

(rifle clicking)

Hey, I got some beers for us.

- He came with you, didn't he?

- What?

- Where is he?

- Rico, put the fucking gun down.

- Big, bad wolf.

(gunshot blasting)

(birds chirping)

Oh fuck.

(tense music)

(Rico panting)

(hammer clicking)

Come and get it, motherfucker.

(rifle clicking)

I dare you to come out!

I know you're out there!

♪ Come out, come out wherever you are ♪

You are not in my head!

Come on, motherfucker.

(gunshot blasting)

Come out or else!

I'm gonna huff

and puff and blow your ass in.

Where are you?

I'm waiting for ya!

(rifle clicking)

Scaredy cat, scaredy cat.

I'm ready for you, motherfucker!

(Rico howling)

(dramatic music)

(rifle clicking)

Fuck!

(dramatic music)

A wolf!

There's a wolf coming!

He's fucking huge!

There's a mad ass wolf.

(phone ringing)

- [Vern] Hello?

- Yeah, Vern, we have a problem.

Vern, those weapons you gave me,

that's not gonna work for me.

I couldn't get the wolf.

- Well, try this then.

It works for me all the time.

- You use this?

- Yeah, yeah. Works good.

(gunshot blasting)

- Oh shit.

(gun clicking)

I guess it does.

(eerie music)

(Rico panting)

(door thudding)

Em, you gotta send somebody over here quick.

I'm fucking seeing things.

- Calm down.

Breathe, okay?

- Hurry.

- [Emily] Breathe.

I'm here for you.

- Hurry.

- [Emily] I'm here for you. Okay?

(tense music)

I need to get help for my brother immediately.

- Emily, the earliest I can

get someone there is tomorrow morning.

- Please, even sooner if you can.

- All right, let me see.

I understand he was seen twice by two of our workers

in the last six months.

In my notes here, it states that he'd seen them once.

There were no repeat visits.

The cancellations were on his end.

- That sounds like my brother all right.

- Looks like he was seen by Minnie and Ellie.

- He hated them.

I remember that.

Didn't like how old they were.

- All right, what if we try a different approach?

I have this new girl.

She's young, and that might help.

Her name is Amy.

I can send her there tomorrow morning.

- Don't you have anything sooner, like tonight?

- I don't. I really don't.

I'm so sorry.

- Tomorrow's fine then.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

- Best I can do.

- Okay.

(tense music) (birds chirping)

(Rico screaming)

- Let me out!

Let me out!

(creature groaning)

(door knocking)

- Mr. Sanchez?

(door knocking)

Mr. Sanchez?

Tell me, how are you feeling right now in this moment?

- Well, I feel off,

like my brain is scattered.

- You were prescribed something before.

I assume that you discontinued using it?

- Well, I didn't like the way it made me feel.

- Well, what we can do is prescribe another medication,

one that may make you feel better,

perhaps with fewer potential side effects

if that was your concern.

- I just need you to prescribe me something.

I don't care what it is, just anything.

- We will get you help. Okay?

(slow music)

- Easy does it.

Now!

(knife clanging)

So now the next step is, you chuck it into the woods

and all your sins will be cleansed.

(Rico howling)

(leaves rustling)

An offering.

(group chanting)

(Rico panting)

Arnie!

Maybe you should take the medication.

I don't know. Maybe?

I don't know if it's good for me.

You should take it. I think it's good for you.

I don't want to take it.

Well, why don't you want to take it?

Are you afraid?

I'm not afraid of anything.

I don't like change.

But change is good.

I don't like change.

Change could be good. Maybe?

So if change could be good, then take the medication.

It'll make you feel better.

I don't know.

Take the medication.

Okay, fine. Fine, I'll take it.

I'll take it. Just leave me alone.

(dramatic music) (birds chirping)

(Emily screaming)

(Rico shouting)

- Die!

Die! Die!

Die!

(Emily screaming)

(Emily breathing)

- [Amy] How have you been feeling

since you've been taking your new medication?

- Better.

- [Amy] You sound better.

- I am.

- That's good.

Have you spoken to your sister at all?

- No.

- Do you think you should?

I'm sure she would appreciate that.

- I think you're right.

I'll do that.

- Well, that's good. I'm happy to hear that, Rico.

I hope you have a good rest of your day. Okay?

We'll talk soon.

Bye now.

(contemplative music) (fists thudding)

(Emily grunting)

(contemplative music)

(tape ripping)

- Although I feel a lot better

after I've taken my medication,

I still feel fear.

Terror.

I need to find this motherfucker

before he finds me.

He keeps on popping up in my nightmares.

And I need to put an end to this

and confront the beast tonight.

(eerie music)

Big, bad wolf.

(Rico howling)

Come out, come out wherever you are.

I'm not scared of you.

(eerie music)

(Rico breathing)

(piano playing)

(Rico grunts)

(piano playing)

(Rico breathing)

(eerie music)

(phone ringing)

- Who's this?

Rico?

Yo.

- Billy, I need to see you, man.

Come over please?

I'm at my sister's farmhouse, man.

- I don't know where that is, bro.

- It's on Boggs Lane.

The fucking farmhouse, it's green. It's huge.

You can't miss it!

- [Billy] I'm on my way. Okay?

I'll be right there.

- Yeah. Get your ass over here right now.

- I gotta go over there.

- [Sadie] Should I go too?

- Well actually, fuck it.

How about you go over there, I guess, about an hour. Okay?

- That's fine. As long as he wines and dines me, hun.

(lips smacking)

- All right, sweetheart. You be good.

(Billy breathing)

(footsteps crunching) (dramatic music)

Rico?

Fuck, dude.

(Rico crying)

- Oh, man.

- You okay?

- No.

I don't know, man. I'm fucking seeing things.

But you can't help me.

- What you need to do, man, is calm the fuck down.

What if I told you Sadie's coming over, motherfucker?

She's gonna fuck your brains out.

How's that for some stress relief? Huh?

- You serious?

- Serious as a heart attack.

- And I don't have to dine the bitch?

- Well, you have to do that.

- Fuck. - But you know what?

You know what?

What you need to do right now is focus on this, man.

- On what? - This,

life.

You know, nature.

The trees,

the earth, man.

Just breathe like this. Watch.

(Billy inhales)

(Billy exhales)

I've always wanted to do this.

But my dad, he never let us do shit like this.

Here, grab one, man.

Let's celebrate.

- Celebrate what?

- Friendship,

in the weirdest of places.

- That's fine.

I'm not hungry anyway.

- What, man?

Come on, Rico. Spit it out, man.

You can talk to me.

- I just can't shake that shit that I saw, man,

that werewolf.

I'm going crazy.

Am I?

- You're not crazy, Rico.

You're just stressed.

- I just think that, at any moment,

the terror can strike.

- Well, you know what I'll do if I see that werewolf?

Huh?

I'll just grab a shotgun,

(tense music)

aim right down the barrel,

and then,

bam!

Blow that motherfucker right away.

That's all you need to deal with terror,

a 12 gauge shotgun

and a Billy by your side.

(fire crackling)

(Billy sighs)

- Billy?

Billy?

Billy!

Billy.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

No.

(Billy and Rico groaning)

(Rico panting)

(tense music)

- Amy, it's Rico.

I really need someone to talk to right now.

- How have you been feeling?

- I'm screwed up.

I'm really screwed up.

- Have you been taking your medication?

- No.

- Taking your medication is very important.

- Look, I'm just having a really bad day.

I'm messed up.

I'm telling you, I'm messed up.

- My suggestion to you would be

to go back on your medication and see how it makes you feel.

- Okay, fine.

I'll do it.

Fine.

I'll be okay.

- So, about Rico,

you know I appreciate you trying to make it work with him.

At this point, I'm just trying to figure out

what else I can do to help him.

- He was just doing the bare minimum,

and we cannot have that.

Having a good attitude was also something he also lacked,

like really lacked.

- Sometimes I feel he's a waste of space,

as fucked up as that sounds.

(dramatic music)

- Not bad, Rico.

Not bad at all.

So this is where you live now?

- Yeah.

- Good for you, Rico. Impressive.

(spatula clanking)

Oh, thank you.

(Sadie moaning)

- Look, Sadie, I think it's bullshit

that you want to eat my food.

Wine and dine, that's fine.

But hurry the fuck up already.

Fuck.

Sadie, I wanna fuck already.

- No.

- No?

- Just relax.

- Relax?

Yeah, what the fuck are you laughing at?

This is a joke to you? Am I funny?

- Rico, you're making me laugh.

- Whatever.

I'll be back.

- Where are you going?

- Bathroom.

(dramatic music)

- If there's one thing men need to learn, it's patience.

A woman's touch speaks volumes, Rico.

You can't just expect instant sex.

I'm a lady,

and I refuse to be rushed.

- That feels so fucking good.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- [Sadie] What about it feels good?

- Oh, just to be touched.

It's been so fucking long.

(eerie music)

- What about a massage?

- Oh my god.

- You like it?

- Oh, yes.

(eerie music)

- [Emily] How you feeling, Rico?

- I'm okay.

- Listen, I'm gonna have to come up and see you soon.

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

You're not.

- Rico?

- Look, I'm taking care of your farmhouse just fine. Okay?

- You took the key and made a fucking copy.

I didn't even know you had a key.

- Em, you are not coming here.

- Rico, this isn't a debate.

- I told you not to come here, Em.

Trust me, you do not wanna come here.

God!

Damn it. (groans)

- He's too sick, Lou.

He should never have been released from the hospital.

But Rico knew how to play the game.

He knows how to play the system.

He used to fool us, but I caught on.

- What was he in the hospital for?

(children screaming)

- [Emily] Rico attempted to kidnap two kids.

(children screaming)

- Sit.

Stay!

Now, watch me transform.

(Rico groaning)

(dog panting)

- [Emily] When the authorities arrived,

they found him on all fours,

playing in the woods,

acting like a wolf. (Rico howling)

(handcuffs clicking)

The father pressed charges for attempted kidnapping.

- Seconds, that's all it took, seconds,

long enough for me to take my eyes off

of my kids by the lake,

so that that vile, demented,

pervert could run off with my kids.

And you know what?

Damn it, if I didn't run into the woods and find them,

he would've violated them.

- I am not okay.

Please, I am begging the court, for God's sake,

just have mercy on me and how sick I am.

- He took something that wasn't his,

and he has to pay for it.

- I don't remember anything about taking no kids

in no woods. (laughing)

Those are all lies.

Rumors. (laughing)

I'm just so sick,

of everything.

- Mr. Sanchez, the jury has found you guilty

of the charge of attempted kidnapping.

I hereby sentence you

to one year in the New York State prison system.

Court is adjourned.

(gavel banging)

- His court appointed attorneys made him plead insanity.

He was sentenced to a year,

but got off after three months

for what they called excellent behavior.

- You've never told me any of this.

- It's just the tip of the iceberg, Lou.

You have no idea what Rico's capable of.

(somber music)

(Rico grunts)

(water trickling)

(Rico screaming)

- No, no, no.

(Rico groaning)

(Rico screaming)

No! No!

No! No, no, no, no!

- I never told you the whole story about my brother.

Rico was in a horrible, horrible accident a few years ago.

You're gonna be okay, Rico.

You were in an accident.

What the fuck were you doing out in the woods by yourself?

Huh?

You could have died, you fucking moron.

Don't you know you're all I have left?

Promise me we'll stick together, Rico.

We have to stick together. Promise me!

Do you care?

Just look at me.

Look at me!

Look at me, you motherfucker.

Look at me!

And I was the one that had to take care of Rico.

Rico's head trauma spurred an idea,

a small outdoor nature retreat

for victims of head trauma.

- I don't remember slipping or hitting my head.

All I can remember is,

suddenly, my music wasn't playing in my ears,

and I was looking up at the sky.

- One of these bricks was a little loose.

So she pushes it,

and the thing goes, ska-boink,

and hits me right in the head,

knocks me right out.

And now you know the reason why it took me three years

to get through first grade.

I mean, three years.

- When I was four years old,

the tailgate on my dad's truck came crashing down on me

because the weight was too much for me to handle.

I'll never forget that pain I've carried

with me my entire life since that incident.

- My dad was an asshole.

He beat the shit outta me

and hit my head too hard.

And now I get blackouts.

- Happy you're doing better, Rico.

Rico?

- What?

- I'm just saying, I'm happy you're feeling better.

The day in the hospital that I came to see you,

I asked you to promise me.

I told you we had to stick together.

You didn't even say anything.

You just stared off into the sky.

- You know, I'm just,

I'm just, I'm so fucking done.

I'm done. I'm ready to just, just go.

- You're not going anywhere.

(bag jostling)

(zipper zipping)

- What?

I know what this is,

the silent treatment, isn't it?

- You just need more time and,

- More time for what?

So I can feel like I'm trapped in here

and a burden to you?

You are not gonna fucking control my life.

- I'm not trying to control your life.

Rico! - I'm outta here.

I'm out! - Rico?

Rico had always been impressionable to a degree.

But I can see that his head trauma made it much worse.

- The inner wolf is ready to be released

for the one who wishes to be covered in fur,

(Rico howling)

rip flesh, shed human skin,

the inner wolf is ready to be released.

For the one who wishes to be covered in fur, rip flesh,

shed human skin,

the inner wolf is ready to,

(Rico howling)

(eerie music)

- That's when I noticed the biggest changes,

once he was out of my care.

Rico can't be trusted anymore.

I've gotta get up there.

- Let me go with you.

- No.

- I'll follow you, and I'll stay behind.

That way, I know you're safe.

- No, Lou!

Rico might be fucked up, but he's not a murderer.

I know him.

I'm concerned about him hurting himself.

Don't worry about me. Okay?

I'll be all right.

- [Mama] Rico, you're a murderer.

Rico, you're a murderer.

(eerie music)

Rico, you're a murderer.

(phone ringing)

- [Billy] Rico?

- Billy?

- What the fuck, dude?

Like, what happened to you yesterday?

You ran off like a chicken with its head cut off.

- Billy, you need to come over.

- All right, where are you at? Are you at the farmhouse?

- Yes.

- [Billy] Okay.

Okay. I'm on my way, okay?

- Please hurry.

(Rico crying)

- You know what?

The breathing worked before, didn't it?

Right?

You know who taught me about the breathing?

Sadie.

So why don't you just let everything go?

Just take a deep breath.

(Rico groaning)

What?

- The bathroom.

- Shit.

(pills clattering)

(tense music)

- Billy!

Billy?

- Sadie.

Did you fucking kill her?

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- It's a simple fucking question, Rico.

Aw, shit.

Fucking hands are all over this shit.

Fuck.

(water trickling)

You're gonna have to get rid of this.

What are you gonna do about this? Huh?

- Leave her, I guess.

- Are you fucking crazy?

Dude, you're in deep fucking shit right now.

Okay?

You need to bury her.

You need to get rid of it, bro.

- I can't do it alone.

(tense music)

- Oh fuck.

(tense music)

(Billy and Rico grunting)

- That's it. I'm done.

- What?

- [Rico] I'm finished.

Let's go.

- This is your fault, Rico.

- Go ahead, bitch.

Do that again!

- Pulling a knife on me, bitch?

(Rico grunting)

Rico.

(Rico grunting)

- Yeah, who's the bitch now?

(tense music)

(Rico shouting)

- Washing dishes ain't brain science.

You wash the dishes completely,

the customers don't complain.

- Yeah, I'm sorry. I will try to do better next time.

- Well, you gotta.

You absolutely gotta do better.

- Okay.

- I mean, to say I'm disappointed is an understatement.

- [Rico] Angela?

- Oh, Rico.

- You know what really is disappointing?

I see you talk down

to yet another one of our workers.

Now, maybe the problem isn't me

or him or anyone.

Maybe the problem here is you.

Did you know that I just murdered somebody?

Well, I did.

And I'm not done yet.

Far from done.

- Eddie!

- Whoops. There goes another one.

Seems like your working stiffs

around here are just disappearing like bats in hell.

(Angela shouting)

(Angela coughing)

(tense music)

Look at me.

Look at me!

(drawers creaking)

- Rico terrifies me.

No one knows this, but he abused me at my lowest.

I don't think I can overcome this fear

of him one day becoming more violent with me.

(Lou wheezing)

(drawers clattering)

(gun clicking)

(door thudding)

I'm coming for you, motherfucker.

(bag thudding)

- Rico?

- No. No, no, no.

- What?

- Get the fuck outta here, Em.

- I want to help you, Rico.

- I don't need your fucking help. Okay?

- Rico, I just to help you.

What the fuck.

(Rico panting) (eerie music)

(Rico sobbing)

(Rico panting)

- Hey there, stranger.

There's always room for more.

I'm Chris.

- I'm Andy.

- Andy? (laughing)

I would've thought your name would've been Eduardo.

- You know, you should never judge a book by its cover.

You ever heard of that saying before?

- Actually, I think the problem with today's society is,

everyone's so god damn politically correct.

- You seen any cabins or any homes around here?

- There was one I saw east of here.

But I didn't see any others.

- Thanks anyway.

- No problem, Eduardo. (laughing)

(water trickling)

- [Rico] We always end up forgetting who we used to be

at one point or another,

the version of us before many of us lost reality.

In the back of my mind,

I wish I was the old me,

(solemn music)

the one that would hike into the woods

and be one with the world.

But then the darkness takes over, the pain, the horror.

- You're nothing, Rico. Nothing.

- I'm something, Mama.

Don't say that.

- You're a fucking murderer, Rico.

- No.

- Rico, you're a murderer.

(leaves rustling)

(woman whimpering)

(woman crying)

(eerie music)

(Rico shouting)

Rico, you're a murderer.

Rico, you're a murderer.

(Rico breathing)

(water trickling)

- Rico!

(tense music)

(engine whirring)

(Lou breathing)

If only I found you, Rico.

You took everything. I'll fucking kill you.

I'll fucking kill you.

I found you. Emily is dead.

Rico!

If only I found you, Rico.

You took everything.

I'll fucking kill you.

Fucking kill you. Emily is dead.

Emily!

(Lou breathing)

(door clicking)

(door thudding)

It's funny finding you here, Rico.

I read everything

that Emily wrote about you.

I know all about your safe place,

the place that you go to run and hide

when you're in trouble.

You're a fucking murderer!

(tense music)

(Rico and Lou grunting)

(tense music)

(footsteps shuffling)

Rico?

(Lou breathing) (tense music)

Rico?

(tense music)

(Rico and Lou grunting)

(gun clattering)

(Rico grunting)

(Lou choking)

- Fucker.

(Lou choking)

(Rico panting)

(eerie music)

(water trickling)

(lock clicking)

(door sliding)

Hello?

- Rico.

The only way you can get rid

of a werewolf is to become one yourself.

Come on, man. You're a wolf.

You're a wolf!

(pair laughing)

Scare the fuck out of, Rico, dude.

Yeah! (laughs)

We fooled him, Kyle.

Rico doesn't know the truth.

He doesn't know it's all fake.

(solemn music)

You're a fucking murderer, Rico.

- Stay still, you bitch.

- [Mama] Rico, you're a murderer.

- [Billy] Murderer.

(Rico panting)

- [Mama] Rico, you're a murderer.

(solemn music)

(Rico shouting)

- We found stage 4 cancer

in the frontal lobe of your brain.

(doctor and wife screaming)

(eerie music)

(Rico shouting)

(cage clattering)

- Can you say, boom?

(eerie music)

- Amy, it's Rico.

I need you to come see me right away. I'm at Boggs Lane.

Please hurry up. It's an emergency.

- Mr. Sanchez, what's going on?

I came as soon as I could.

(Rico shouting)

(Amy groaning)

(Amy screaming)

(Rico laughing)

- This is victimization.

People like you and me, guys, men?

Nobody ever believes us.

- It's men like you that allow women to be assaulted,

stomped on, beaten, murdered.

(Rico shouting)

(tense music)

- I can't do this anymore.

I am tired of the god damn struggle.

I'm tired of the bullshit.

I can't handle it.

Your inexcusable, unacceptable way of life.

That's no life, and I don't want any part of it.

I am out of it. I am done with you.

I am finished!

(eerie music)

- Rico!

What did you do to me?

(Rico breathing)

(Rico crying)

(Rico singing in foreign language)

(Rico shouting)

- Hey, hey!

- Hey. - This is America.

You speak our fucking language. You hear me?

- Oh, come on man. Relax.

- Don't tell me to relax, spic.

- Who you calling a spic?

- You're a god damn fucking spic!

(tense music)

This is America!

Learn to respect the motherfucking flag!

(somber music)

- I know.

Soccer is Tuesday, and softball's tomorrow.

I know.

(door thudding)

Yes.

Beccs, I gotta get the softball gear out of the back.

Gimme a few.

Sorry about that.

Right. No, yeah, I'm here.

(tense music)

(door thudding)

(bag clattering)

- I don't wanna hurt you, lady. Okay?

- Okay.

- Sit.

Please.

(tense music)

- Please don't hurt me. Okay?

- I'm having a very hard time here, lady.

I just need somebody that I can talk to.

I just killed my best friend today.

Can you believe that we had a fucking argument

over burying a dead god damn body?

Now he's dead.

And I'm still alive.

And if I can be really honest with you, lady,

I don't feel any god damn remorse

'cause I'm cold.

I'm one cold blooded fuck.

(Rebecca grunting)

- Let her go.

(knife clattering)

- The tables have turned now, haven't they?

Haven't they?

- Look, I'm just gonna get my stuff and then I'll leave.

- Get outside.

- Look, just try to calm down.

- Now!

(eerie music)

- We're gonna bag up his body and forget about him.

Garbage bags, duct tape.

No one has to know about this.

(somber music)

- [Mama] There's a little secret you need to know, Rico.

- What?

- We're not like anyone else. We're different.

- How?

- History of wolves, Rico, werewolves.

(Rico shouting and crying) (tense music)

- Come on, you motherfucker!

(Rico shouting)

(Rico wheezing)

(Rico screaming)

Come on!

You come and get me, you motherfucker!

(Rico groaning)

(Rico crying)

(tense music) You have to be real!

You just have to!

I know you are!

(Rico crying)

Mama.

(Rico sobbing)

You gotta be real.

You gotta be real.

You gotta be real.

You gotta be real.

You gotta be real.