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Okay, okay.

I like this.

Maybe this time, we get lucky and make a baby?

Let's just have some fun.

Oh, I like fun.

Just shut up and kiss me.

-Sorry. -Hold on.

This damn watch.

Come on.

What's wrong?

You feel that?

No.

-It stopped. -That's weird. I didn't feel anything.

-Babe, are you okay? -Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.

Okay, what the hell was that?

Oh, my God, look.

Look out there.

What is that?

There he is.

How's our little guy this morning?

Hello. How are you?

Oh, look at you. Look at you. You're all sitting up.

Here, kick it.

Look at that big smile.

So happy.

You're crawling. Look at-- Kyle!

Look at him crawl.

Look at these overalls. He's like a mini you.

Look at you, putting your little butt in the air.

Yeah, you're gonna work on the farm like Daddy.

Yes! Just like a Breyer.

All right, I'm gonna turn this off. Say, "Bye."

Bye.

Brandon.

It's time to get ready for school.

Gotcha.

Not even close!

Gonna find you.

Better not be in that barn!

You totally got me!

You are getting too big for this.

But you'll always be my baby boy.

-Okay, let's go. -Took you long enough to find me.

Morning, guys.

-Hey. -What you doing in there?

l was just hiding and stuff.

You know the rules in the barn, right?

-Yeah. I mean... -All those boards and nails and shit,

-don't want you breaking your neck. -He was only in there for like two minutes.

Did you get breakfast?

-Not yet. -Want some waffles?

-Yeah, sounds good. -You're making waffles?

-I'm making waffles this morning. -What about bacon?

And that is what we call a hive.

Wasps and bees.

Both members of the same insect family,

both with two pairs of wings, both with stingers.

Can anyone tell me any differences between them?

Mr. Breyer?

Well, bees are pollinators,

and wasps are predators.

Good, good. Anybody else?

And wasps are more aggressive, more dangerous.

One species, the Polistes sulcifer, is what's called a brood parasite.

They've lost the ability to make nests, so they use brute force

to make other wasp species raise their young.

And they make them feed their babies things

like beetle larvae and maggots.

Bro, why you always talking about maggots? You must be one.

-Okay. All right. -Don't worry.

Smart guys end up ruling the planet.

Brandon?

Brandon?

Brandon?

Brandon?

Brandon.

Brandon.

Brandon.

Brandon.

Brandon.

Brandon. Hey. Hey.

Hey.

-Hey, hey, hey. -What's going on? Where am I?

-It's me. It's Mom. -Where--?

It's Mom. Mom. Look at me.

Hey. You're all right. You're all right, you're all right.

You're all right.

You were sleepwalking, I think.

Yeah, it was...

It was these voices or something.

I know.

It will be okay now. You're okay now.

Okay.

Everything all right?

Yeah. He was...

sleepwalking, I guess.

Where?

Nowhere. Just-- He was downstairs.

He's fine.

We should go to bed, yeah?

It's getting so late.

Hold underneath. Keep it stiff. There you go.

All right, I think that's gonna hold it.

-Want one of these? -Sure.

First couple years after we adopted you,

I had no clue how to be a dad.

And your mom, she was out one day, and you were bawling your eyes out.

-I had the secret weapon. -So you gave me a piece of candy?

Yep.

Did it work?

lguess. You didn't turn out that bad, did you?

You gonna be able to get the lawn? I gotta get to the seed store.

Yeah, no worries. l'll handle it.

Damn it.

Come on!

Stupid thing!

-Oh, you're not beating me. I love it! -Oh, oh, fancy.

-You can't go that close. -That's how you shoot.

What about this brown one? I feel like he's easy to pick up.

-Right there. -No!

You were way in front of it. You hit this too fast.

-Oh, this has to be it. -Come on.

Happy birthday, dear Brandon

Happy birthday to you

Hey! Look at that.

There you go.

-This is for little kids. -Oh, come on. Make a wish.

Thank you, Erika. We didn't know they were gonna bring it. It's nice.

You don't want it, slide it over here. You know I'll take it.

Go on, go on.

There we go.

Brandon, I hear you're killing it in school.

-He tested in the top 1 percent. -No, he tested in the top

one-tenth of 1 percent.

-The whole faculty's talking about him. -Because he is a little super genius.

So a special guy deserves a very special present.

This is from me and your Aunt Merilee.

Go ahead, open it.

I shot my first buck with that very same model.

Cool.

No, no, no. No guns. We talked about this, Tori.

-I know, but... -No, come on. He's still just a kid.

I'm 12 years old.

Exactly. You are still a child.

Give it to me.

-I'm sorry, what did you just say to me? -I said, "Give it to me!"

-Brandon. -Okay, we are done here.

We're not having ice cream. Thank you so much.

Brandon, let's go.

Brandon, come on, let's go-- Brandon?

-Up now. -Brandon.

Listen to your father.

-We are leaving. Let's go. -Love you, guys.

-I love you. I'm sorry. -80 fun. Thank you.

-Let's go. -Call me later.

Okay. Sorry.

-Don't even worry about it. -l'm so sorry.

No. Yep. Bye.

I love you, guys!

Babe, I told you.

You sure you want kids?

I just don't get that kid.

Turns 12, all of a sudden, he has a mouth on him?

It was so strange. It was so unlike him.

I worry about him.

I mean, getting older, changing.

We were so much worse when we were his age.

You remember all the running around we did,

sneaking out, fooling around in my parents' basement.

Yeah.

My parents knew exactly what we were doing down there.

-Yeah. -Theyjust didn't give a shit.

They'd already written me off at that point.

Oh, babe.

We can never do that to Brandon.

He needs to know we give a shit.

He will.

Hey, why don't we go camping this weekend?

Just the three of us. Go up to Drywood.

We haven't done that in so long.

You know what else we haven't done in a while.

-I know what you're thinking. -A little bit more...

Gone to church.

-We have not gone to church in a while. -You're right. Yeah.

That's not at all what I was thinking about.

-We need to clean out the closet. -Nope.

-That's what you were thinking. -No, no.

-Okay, but you got to be quiet. -I will be. I'm always quiet.

He's not asleep yet.

Here.

-What's that? Three or four? -We got three. We're good.

-Okay. -We're good.

Go get the flashlight.

This needs batteries. Brandon, it's gonna be cold.

You're gonna need your warm jacket, okay?

Hey. Did you hear your mother, bud?

Hey.

Brandon.

Hey, hon.

Look what I found.

What is that?

-ls that, like, his idea of porn? -I think so.

Bras.

Guess we knew this day was coming.

What the hell is that?

-ls this, like, a guy thing? -No, that's not any guy thing I know.

Maybe we should have the talk with him.

Hey, Brandon.

You know, you just had your birthday.

Which means that you are becoming a young man...

and your body's changing.

-Okay. -Well, you might start developing,

you know...

feelings about women, women's bodies.

l was just like you when l was your age.

I also thought about girls all the time.

Nobody was around to tell me that...

it was okay to...

touch it or play with it.

With what?

You know, with...

your penis.

Okay.

Look, the thing about, you know, sex, it's not...

It's not about organs or body parts.

I mean, you know, it is that too, but...

It's about finding the right person and falling in love.

Look, man, all I'm saying is, you're a guy, you know,

and you're gonna have certain urges, you know,

about girls you see in films or girls in class or whatever.

And I'm just saying that it's okay to give in to them now and again.

Like, now?

What?

Like, now?

No, no, not...

Not right now, no.

Good talk.

Brandon.

Mom!

What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong?

Someone's there behind the curtain.

Honey, there's no one here.

No, you have to believe me. He was right there.

Who was?

Brandon Breyer.

Brandon?

Brandon!

Brandon, where are you, baby?

-Can you hear me? -Brandon!

Brandon!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Brandon.

-Your father and l are totally freaked out. -Didn't mean to. l was just taking a pee.

So you don't think I need

to take him to someone, like a specialist...

-No. -There's no--?

For what? For talking back to his dad

and keeping weird jerk-off material under his mattress?

It's more than that, Mer.

I don't know, it's like, he's always been, you know, my little sweet guy, and now...

-he's so different. -lt's called puberty.

So I'm overreacting?

-A little bit. -Which I obviously am.

-I love you. -Thank you.

-I'll call you. -Okay, call me later.

-Thanks, Mer. -Bye.

What's that?

What?

I wasn't snooping or anything.

It was some nice line work. It's good shading.

Fucking wolf.

Brandon. Hey, what are you doing, buddy?

Buddy, it's 10:30 at night.

Are you all right, buddy?

Think so.

Come on, man, let's get inside.

Oh, my God.

Tori. Tori.

-Tori, hey. Wake up. -What is it?

-I need you to come outside. -Okay.

-You see? Right? -Oh, shit.

-So the wolf is back. -No.

No, baby, I-- This isn't a wolf. I mean...

This isn't an animal. I think...

I think this might be Brandon.

He was out here earlier tonight, just staring at them.

The chickens, they were all fucking going crazy.

Babe, a wolf can't do this!

It can't rip a freaking door off and break a lock!

But our 12—year—old son can?

So you can't explain it either.

Kyle, stop. It was the wolf.

I'm going to bed.

Okay, guys, this game is called Willows in the Wind.

It's about working together, building trust.

Lean back and depend on your classmates.

Come on, now. Focus.

All right. Very good, guys.

When we trust each other, good things happen.

You're up next, big guy. Let's hear it for Brandon.

-Loser. -Nothing to be afraid of.

Your classmates have your back.

Good job.

Oh, shit!

-Way to trust the floor, Breyer. -Hey, knock it off!

You okay, bud?

Damn it, Caitlyn, give him a hand up.

Hey, hold on. We're all on the same team here.

He's a pervert.

You lie.

-ldiot. -Caitlyn, help him up,

or you fail this class.

What are you doing?

-Brandon! -Let go.

-Stop it! -Brandon, stop!

Erika, he said he's sorry.

It was an accident. They're just kids.

Did you see my daughter's hand?

He's a goddamn animal is what he is.

Can we just calm down here,

-Erika, please? -I want him in handcuffs,

-and I want him gone. -We are taking action.

Brandon's suspended for two days.

Suspended? Do yourjob! Arrest him.

I'm sorry, ma'am. That's not your call.

After the suspension, he'll be in regular sessions

-with our school counselor, Ms. Merilee. -His aunt? Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

-Right now, she's the only counselor... -You know what?

Her son was inside my daughter's bedroom last Saturday.

-He wasn't, he was camping with us. -He's a pervert. He's sick!

He was 30 miles away from your house! Okay, Erika?

You just can't admit there is something so fucked-up about your kid.

-Do you know who his real mother is? -l'm his real mother.

I meant whatever inbred psycho gave birth to him.

-Hey. -I know exactly what you meant.

If trash-talking a 12—year—old child lets you sleep better at night, Erika,

maybe you're the one who needs help.

Sorry about your daughter.

Get up. Let's go.

lfl pulled shit like that, breaking a girl's hand, goddamn it...

Dad would whup my ass.

Yeah, well, this isn't something we can ass-whip away.

-I just... -I need to tell you something.

The other night, when I found him sleepwalking, he wasn't...

downstairs.

He was in the barn.

-Did he find it? -No.

No.

But he was tugging at the trapdoor.

-How'd he know it's in there? -I don't think he does. I...

-It was like he was drawn to it. -Babe.

He may look like us and sound like us,

but he's never bled, not once in his whole life.

He's never been cut or broken a bone or had a bruise,

and now he's hurting people.

Take.

Take.

"chhhagaro" means "take."

Brandon!

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Take Iarum. ..

Take Iarum. ..

Take the...

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God. Brandon!

Take the...

Take the...

Take the...

Brandon!

Oh, my...

Oh, Brandon.

Baby. Are you okay?

Baby.

It cut me.

Okay.

You'll be okay.

It'll be okay. It'll be okay.

It'll be okay.

You're okay.

Who am I?

You're our son.

What is this?

Where did I come from?

Listen, baby, I...

I know it's been difficult for you lately,

that you feel different from other kids.

You are different.

After your dad and I got married,

we prayed and prayed for a baby for so long...

to God, to the universe, to anyone that would listen,

and then one night, one...

one perfect night,

someone listened.

We did not adopt you from an agency.

You came here...

Arrived here in that.

-We found you in the woods. -Oh, God.

You were just a little guy, all alone.

You could barely breathe, and so we... We took you in.

And you have been a gift.

My baby boy.

l... I can't even imagine how ovenNhelmed you must feel right now,

but you have to know that your dad and l,

we believe that you came here for a reason.

That you are special.

And that you're gonna do incredible--

-You lied to me! -Wait, wait.

-We just wanted to take care of you. -No.

-We always planned to tell you... -You lied to me! You lied!

But wait.

I hate you! You lied to me!

-You liars! Everything! You lied! -Hey, what...?

-Wha...? -I hate you! I hate this place!

Hey, what's going on in here? What's going on?

He found it.

He found it.

Take the ghhol. Take the ghhol.

Take the world.

Take the world.

Don't scream.

What are you doing here?

I brought you flowers.

You can't be here.

Don't be scared.

I want to talk to you.

I want to tell you what I learned tonight.

I learned that...

I'm very special.

You're one of the only people in the world that...

knows how special I am.

But someday...

they will all know.

My mom told me not to talk to you.

I'm gonna take care of that.

Have a good one, Gary.

Hey, who's messing with me?

Is that you, Gary?

Get out of here!

Leave me alone!

Is he awake?

I called up two times already. I heard him walking around.

Should somebody go up and get him? I mean...

Morning.

Hey, bud.

You know you're gonna be late for school. Right?

Yeah, I know. I was just up in my room, thinking.

Thinking about what?

Just about everything.

And it's totally cool.

I feel good.

-l'm glad you feel that way, buddy. -Me too.

Why don't you grab a seat?

Ten minutes late never killed anyone, right?

You say she hasn't responded to any calls or texts?

That's correct.

This was the last place she was seen.

It doesn't look like a robbery.

Good God.

Did you talk to her daughter?

She's a mess right now.

Scared shitless.

Could hardly get two words out of her.

What is that?

I know that this is kind of strange.

I'm your aunt and I'm also your counselor,

but I'm the only one the district's got, so you are stuck with me.

So, Brandon, your mom tells me that you've been having

some issues lately about being adopted.

Nothing bad.

-Only good ones. -Really?

How so?

I've realized I'm special...

because my real parents aren't from a stupid place like here.

Brandon, you don't think of your mom and dad

-as your real parents? -I do.

I just know I'm something else.

Something superior.

Brandon, do you feel bad about what you did to Caitlyn?

You know, sometimes,

when bad things happen to people, it's for a good reason.

Brandon, part of my job is to update the school

and to update your mom on your progress,

and let them know if you are showing any growth or remorse,

and I can't take it easy on you because...

you're my family.

I'm giving you an opportunity to talk to me.

I'm supposed to update the sheriff tomorrow,

and l have to be honest with him.

Yeah, my buddy said the diner was just wrecked

and the waitress, Erika, was gone.

It's been 24 hours.

Kyle, do you think your son could've done it?

-Dude. -What?

He crushed her daughter's hand.

-That's just not funny now, okay? -Okay. I'm sorry.

-So, what's gonna happen with all that? -I don't know.

He got suspended for a few days,

and I'm sure I'm gonna get a call from some lawyer

telling me my son's a monster, which--

-I don't even know anymore. Maybe he is. -They're all monsters. I'm going home.

Come on. One more.

-One more. Come on. -No, no. I gotta get home,

-or Merilee's gonna kill me. -I'll drive you.

-It's just a few miles down the road. -No, hang. I'll drive.

Mommy, I'm okay.

Brandon!

I'm home. I got us sesame chicken.

Brandon?

What?

Alert. Motion, backyard.

What?

Who the hell?

Hey.

Brandon, Jesus. What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

I know it's late, but I promise I won't take long.

Okay. Fine.

Back in your office, you mentioned something about

talking to the sheriff tomorrow?

That's right.

Yeah, the thing is...

that can't happen, ever.

It's just not good for anyone.

Not for me, not for my parents,

and it's really, really not good for you.

At all.

Brandon, listen to me, okay?

I have to do my job.

And to be honest, you showing up at my house this late

is very inappropriate.

I'm gonna need you to go home now, okay?

Okay.

I'll walk back.

Okay, sweetie. Be safe.

You too.

Alert. Motion, backyard.

What the hell? Seriously?

Alert. Motion, backyard.

Brandon, is that you?

This is so annoying.

Alert. Alert. Alert.

-Motion, backyard. -Great.

The whole freaking house is falling apart.

Oh, shit.

Brandon? What the fuck are you doing?

Aunt Merilee was helping me with my homework.

No, what the fuck are you doing in my closet wearing this creepy mask?

-lt's not creepy. -You scared the shit out of me, weirdo!

I'm taking you home.

-This is fucking insane, man. -I didn't do anything.

-Are you gonna tell my parents? -You're lucky if that's all I do!

-Get in the truck. -You shouldn't tell my parents.

Brandon, get in the truck!

Shit.

What the fuck?!

What the...?

No, no, no. Come on, come on.

No, no, no.

Come on, come on, come on. Ah, man!

Come on, not now!

Just-- Come on!

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Damn it.

Come on, come on, come on.

Stupid piece of shit!

Oh, shit. Okay.

Okay, it's time to go. Come on!

Nope.

No, no, no.

Come on!

Get out of here! Gotta go!

Let's go! Come on!

Okay.

This is really bad.

What the--? What the fuck?! No, stop, stop!

Come on, put me down! Hey, man, stop!

Oh, shit! Oh, fuck. No, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Oh, shit! Oh, God!

Goddamn it!

God! Fuck!

Hi, Merilee. I know I‘m leaving a lot of messages.

It's after 10 now, and we still haven't seen him, so...

Did she say anything to him at school?

Maybe he said something to you at school or...

-Like he got a ride home or—- -Shut up!

...where he wants to go after school.

I'm rambling because I'm freaking out, so just please call me back.

Thank you, honey.

-Would you please stop? -I didn't say anything.

Oh, my God, baby!

Where have you been?

Where were you?

-What happened to your shirt? -I was playing soccer.

You've been playing soccer this whole time?

Well, after school,

Royce and them asked me if I wanted to play.

And as soon as the game started, they were...

They were tripping me and pushing me to the ground,

and, you know, they were all laughing

because my shirt got ripped.

I just decided I'd walk all the way home. I know I should have called.

-Yes. -Actually, I'm...

I'm just really tired. I'm gonna go to bed.

-Okay, well, let me take this-- -No. No.

Don't worry about it.

It's fine.

I'll come up in a couple minutes.

-He's lying. -Yeah, obviously.

If we don't do something,

-this is gonna get worse. -What do we do?

-I don't know. -Maybe we need to talk to somebody.

-He needs, like, a specialist. -What?

-And say what to them? -I don't know.

"Hello, this is our son. We found him in a fucking spaceship. Now what?"

No, we should have done something a long time ago. This is on us.

Maybe this time, we get lucky and make a baby?

Just shut up and kiss me.

There’s, like, a light in the woods.

What the...?

Tori?

Tori?

Tori?

Tori?

Hey, baby.

What are you doing?

It's a boy.

Oh, we've tried for so long to have a baby, and he's here.

He's here. A gift.

Hello?

-Oh, God. -Hey, hey.

Mer.

You all right?

No. They won't let me see him because his--

They said that his face is too mangled.

Do they know what happened?

They were-- They found him on Route 18.

They think that he swerved to not hit a deer, and...

They're doing the toxicology to make sure that he wasn't drinking.

Was he drinking?

No, hejust had like two or three drinks of...

I mean, I wasn't counting.

How's Brandon?

He's okay. We didn't tell him anything.

No, but did he get home okay?

-Yes, he did. -Okay.

Thank God. Thank God.

He came over and I didn't remember when he left,

so I'm just glad that he's okay.

He left you?

Morning, baby.

There's something that we need to discuss with you,

and it's probably gonna be hard to hear.

Last night, your Uncle Noah...

He died last night.

Okay.

Brandon, do you understand?

Your Uncle Noah passed away. He's gone.

I feel like you want me to cry or something.

Do you wanna cry?

Brandon, we know you were at Aunt Merilee's last night.

Honey, I'm your mom.

I will always defend you.

But if you know something about what happened to Noah,

you need to tell us.

I don't know what happened to him.

But I would never hurt Uncle Noah.

I love him.

That is bullshit. He is fucking lying!

-Kyle. -Look, we know you were there.

What else are you lying to us about?

-Can you calm down? -Were you in Caitlyn's bedroom?

-He was camping with us. -Where were you Wednesday night

-when Caitlyn's mom went missing? -This is not helping!

He is lying to our fucking faces!

-I'm gonna go upstairs. -You're what? No, you're not.

You are not going anywhere until we get all this on the table.

-Kyle, I will handle it! -No, no, no. Did you hurt Noah?!

What did you do to him?! He was my friend, and you just--

Leave me alone!

Brandon.

You need to go to your room.

Just go to your room.

Are you all right?

Honey?

He's hiding that shirt for some reason.

Honey.

Shit.

Dad?

Hey, bud.

I wanted to apologize.

We've been going through a lot lately, and...

I shouldn't have said what I said to you.

Okay.

-Come here, get in here. -What? What?

-It's right there. -That could be anything.

No. That is why he was hiding this from us last night.

-That is Noah's blood. -How?

How could Brandon have killed Noah and then made it look like a car accident?

Who knows what kind of weird shit he could do?

Noah was drunk and wrecked the car

-because you let him drive. -No, that is not what--

And now you are trying to take out your guilt

-on our 12—year—old son. -Babe...

You are making a hard situation impossible.

Babe, we've got to do something. Or more people are gonna get hurt.

More people will die. You gotta be with me on this.

I will never turn against our son.

He's not our son! He is some thing we found in the woods.

How fucking dare you say that to me.

-How can you fucking say that to me? -Babe!

Babe. Come on, he's killing us.

We now turn to more somber news tonight

as authorities are reaching out to the public for information

in their search for missing Darbo's waitress, Erika Connor,

who was last seen at the iconic Route 74 diner Wednesday evening.

Anyone with information about her whereabouts

is strongly urged to contact police officials.

You okay?

I think I'm gonna take him...

I'm gonna take him away this weekend.

Just the two of us.

Take him out to Drywood.

Be his dad.

Let him know I love him.

Here, don't forget these.

-Just wear them for me. -Okay.

Come here.

You'll always be my baby boy.

Even though you're getting so tall.

Go have fun with your dad, okay?

All right.

-Seat belt. -Right.

See you Sunday.

-Afternoon, Tori. -Hey.

Your boy around, by chance?

Brandon went hunting with his dad.

Is something wrong?

Maybe you can answer a question for me.

This look familiar to you?

Some kind of signature left at the spots

where both Erika went missing and Noah died.

No.

Doesn't that look like a "BB," maybe,

as in "Brandon Breyer"?

I don't see it.

Do you mind if I come in, take a look around?

I do mind. I think, actually, you should go.

All right.

But you know I'll be back.

These are deer tracks.

Looks like there's more than one set of tracks.

No.

Oh, God.

Brandon?

Oh, man.

Oh, God.

No. Please stop.

Please. Please.

God...

Brandon, please, stop, stop.

Don't hurt me, okay? Brandon, please, please.

Please. Brandon, don't. Don't.

I'm sorry.

Pick up, pick up.

Kyle.

Kyle, I'm sorry. You were right.

Baby, you were right. He killed Noah.

He-- Brandon--

Brandon-- He killed Noah.

And...

Kyle?

Mom.

Brandon.

Where's Dad?

He '3 gone.

Gone where?

You know.

No.

No, I don't. I don't know where.

Where are you?

I'm home, Mom.

Brandon?

Please pick up. Please pick up.

Please help me.

Please...

911.

Got a call from the Breyer residence.

Tori was screaming, then the line went dead.

Shit. I'm on my way.

What the fuck?

Yeah.

Tori! You got the sheriffs here.

Where are you?

Come to the sound of my voice, Tori.

I'm here, I'm here!

Jesus Christ, what the fuck was that?

Tori!

I'm here!

-You're safe now. We got you. -No. You need to get--

Go! Take cover!

-No, you don't understand. -Go!

-Hide! Hide! -We need to get out.

Oh, my God.

Request for backup at the Breyer residence.

Immediate help.

We have a 217 in progress on Route 9.

Requesting backup.

I repeat, I need backup!

Come in.

-Come in. -Repeat, I have a 217 in progress

at the Breyer residence.

I need backup immediately!

Officer?

If anyone can read me, l have eyes on the suspect. He's outside.

Officer? Officer Ayres, come in.

Come in, Officer A yres.

Hello? Officer Ayres, please respond.

The ship.

It cut him. It cut him, it cut him.

Okay.

Erika.

Brandon?

Where are you, baby?

Brandon?

Where are you, baby?

Brandon?

Where are you, baby?

Brandon.

Mom?

Brandon.

Listen to me.

I have never stopped loving you.

lbeHeve”.

I still believe

you were a blessing

that fell to this Earth.

When we found you,

you were so tiny and fragile.

And all we could do was keep you safe.

Whatever you've done,

I know there is good inside you.

I want to do good, Mom.

I do.

And you will.

You will always be...

boy. my baby

Brandon, I'm sorry. Oh, Brandon.

Breaking news at this hour.

A passengerjet has crashed in the small town of Brightburn, Kansas.

Details are still coming in, but there are believed to be no survivors

among the 268 passengers onboard.

Investigators are not yet sure what caused the plane to drop from the sky

and crash into this small family farm.

Among the reported dead are the residents of the farmhouse,

Kyle and Tori Breyer.

They are survived by their 12-year—old son, Brandon.

-You guys see that? What is that? -What is that?

The mainstream media, as usual, tried to sell you all a load of bullshit.

Just like that half man, half sea creature

capsizing fishing vessels in the South China Sea!

Like what we were talking about last week,

some kind of witch woman

who chokes people out with ropes and cords.

They are all out there,

they are all waiting,

and they are all gonna eat our fucking breakfast

unless we get our shit together and do something!