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Comes a time in every hunt
when the fightin' starts.

And the difference between
winning and losing

isn't whether you have
the holy water,

the wooden stake,
or the silver bullet.

It's whether you've got
the grit to get the job done.

Nothing over here. You?

Uh, copy. Same thing here.

That tower doesn't look
like much.

According to Carlos' research,

they've been bouncing signals
from radio towers

all over the country,
some outside of it even,

drawing in unicorn monsters
from everywhere.

To here in Lawrence.
We took out the monsters.

The Akrida took their essence.

You really think the answers
to what the Akrida

could be doing with
that essence are in there?

There's only one way
to find out.

Any idea who crashed this party?

It's my dad.

His bag. It's covered in blood.

Maybe we should try
jumper cables.

Oh, I've tried that.

I've done everything
I could think of.

Potions, blood magic,
shock treatments,

God, you name it.

Nothing will get
that damn thing working.

Okay, well, something has to.
All right? This box

is literally the only thing
we have

- that can kill the Akrida.
- Carlos,

I have looked through
every piece of lore we have.

I mean, clearly
the Men of Letters wanted

to keep their workings a secret.

Every secret comes
to light eventually.

Ada, what did you find?

The Men of Letters mother lode.

I thought you were helping
Tony get settled

off the Akrida radar.

Yeah, I got him safe and sound.

Then we started looking into
how to help Tony

with his Djinn side,
which led into digging

into the Men of Letters lore,
which then led to this.

Turns out my son has a nose
for research.

I knew we were
nerds of a feather.

Tony found a shell company
listed as the owner

of two of the offices
we've already investigated.

The company owns one more
up in Michigan.

I went to go check it out.

It too was left for dead
just like the others.

All of these abandoned offices.

And what do you think happened
to the Men of Letters?

Like, wiped out by monsters?
Retirement?

I-I don't know.

However they left,
they made sure

to carefully guard everything
they left behind in Ann Arbor.

They left a watchdog.
This time a werewolf.

I took care of it,
grabbed everything,

and came straight back
to Lawrence.

The rest of it...
the rest of it is in my truck.

There has to be
something in here

about out buggy little friends.

I'll got get the rest.

He can't be gone.

- We don't know.
- He can't be.

- Mary...
- It's all my fault.

I told my dad
I wanted to leave hunting,

and ever since he's been
out here on his own.

If I'd just kept
my stupid mouth shut...

Took you idiots long enough.

Hey!

Who the hell are you?

The body belongs
to Hector Salazar,

but I'll give you three guesses

as to who the mind
belongs to now.

Akrida.

Wow. Got it in one.

Guess you're the brains
of the outfit.

Where's Samuel Campbell?

Oh, you mean Grumpy?

Sorry, the man who captured,
tortured,

and was generally unpleasant
in both manner and odor

was not exactly forthcoming
with the name,

so I called him Grumpy.

Samuel works too, I guess.

What did you do with my dad?

I'm just a worker bee, hon.
They don't tell us everything.

I was left here to give you
a simple message.

Our work here at the tower
is done.

We have everything we need.

All that sweet,
sweet monster essence

is in our hands now.

What's all that for?

The queen, silly.

Stand down, go home, and enjoy

whatever life
you have left to live.

Tell me what your plan is.

And tell me where my dad is
right now.

I'm starting
to see the resemblance.

I told you everything
you need to know.

Nothing can stop what's coming.

We got a box
that says different.

That's not gonna do
a damn thing.

Yeah, we'll see.

Okay, you gave us the message.

Let Hector go.
- No use now.

Me being in here
has cooked through him.

You humans are so soft.

To be honest,
given what's coming

for all of mankind, I'd say
ol' Hector here got off easy.

Long live the queen.

- Where are we?
- I'm still titrating

the different essences,

trying to find
the optimal blend for each.

This magic is complex.

Hmm.

I thought we put you
in this flesh sack

because he was good at this.
- He is.

Now, I know this won't hurt you,

but I'm happy to go poke
your real body

in all the right juicy places.

Move faster.

The dig has begun.

It'll be ready. I promise.

That's the spirit.

Well...
if you're here that means

our little friends found Hector.

Do they now? Good.

Time to make
a little trade then.

If Dad is still alive,
he doesn't have much time.

There was a lot of blood, Losi,
and not just on this bag.

Mary, you act
like he hasn't lost

a pint or two in his day.

I found something.

Our box has a name.

They call it the Ostium.

Oh. Latin for an opening
in the body.

What, didn't any of you guys
ever go to Sunday School?

So is that thing organic?

Is it a mouth or...
any other kind of hole?

Let's just stick
with a mouth, please.

So this box eats monsters?

I don't know.

"Ostium" and a date
are printed on it,

but the rest of the report is
filled with a bunch of files,

and I can't make out
the handwriting.

These notes were either written
by a doctor or a five-year-old.

No, no, no, no.
This can't be right.

- What is it?
- It's my dad's handwriting.

- Can you read it?
- I don't know. I mean...

Hey. Figure out what you can.

My dad was staying
at a motel nearby,

so I'm gonna head over there
and see what I can figure out.

Oh. I-I'll drive.

Let her go.
She needs to kick that tire

and we need your eyes
on these pages.

Okay, some of this
I-I can make out,

but other parts, it's like
they're not even real words.

That's because they're not.

It's shorthand.
Like a court stenographer.

I read something about it
in a Men of Letters book

here at the clubhouse.

A ledger that had
an abbreviation key.

Your dad was an initiate.

Part of paying his dues
was taking notes in meetings.

With your eyes and Lata having
the key to the shorthand,

maybe we can piece together

what your dad was trying
to write about.

I think I might know someone
who can read this

faster than I can.

I know what you're thinking
and you're wrong.

You always think I'm wrong.

And I'm usually right
about that, so listen to me.

It's not your fault.

I was gonna be a rock star,
Mare.

My mom and dad told me so.

You see, I know you know
that ghouls killed my parents,

but I never told you

why they were in Phoenix
to begin with.

I asked them for a new guitar.

I begged them for it for months.

And I was relentless.
I mean, you can imagine.

So they took a gig.

It was a corporate party,
and they hated them,

but the money was too good.

So I went back to the motel,
and I waited.

And I waited.

But I never saw them again.

Carlos, that isn't...

Your fault.

Yeah. I know that now.

But it took me
a little while to realize

that the only people
responsible for killing

my parents were those ghouls.

So how did you let go
of the guilt?

I didn't.

I'm sorry; I know
I'm supposed to rally you here,

but we both know
that I am a terrible liar.

How did you cope?

By getting revenge.

Tracked down the monsters
that killed my parents

and erased all but two of them.

I'll eventually find them.
But until then...

We're gonna find the Akrida
and make them pay

for even laying a finger
on your dad.

It's part stenographer
shorthand and part...

Code.

Okay. This'll get us
halfway there.

And we'll handle the other half.

I'll be damned.

For a so-called Man of Letters,

Henry never met a consonant
or a vowel he couldn't butcher.

I could always read
your dad's writing

because I knew the context...

shopping lists, bills paid...

Love letters.

I don't think
we need to unpack...

Hey. You asked me here.

If I'm gonna help you,
I need to know what's going on.

We're trying to save mankind.

What?

You're kidding, right?

Your father's chicken scratch
is the key to saving the world?

If you can decipher it,
then yes.

Great. No pressure.

Well, that was the cleanest
motel Dad's ever left behind.

Probably wasn't there that long.

Thinking maybe we should double
back to the radio tower,

see if there's an...

Oh, damn it.

The cops.

Okay.
I need you to do me a favor.

I need you to reach
under the seat

with an open mind
and take the little baggie

that's under there and hide it.

I don't care where.

Just do it.

Afternoon, officer.
Love the sunglasses.

What seems to be the problem?

Figured it was time
we finally met.

Easy, Officer Mustache,
that's fine polyester

you're laying
your dirty fingers on.

Don't worry.

Your friend is just gonna have
a little time-out

while us two girls have a chat.

Don't do anything stupid, kid.

What did you do to my father?

He's alive... for now.

If you want to kill
the woman in this body,

knock yourself out.

I'll keep on rockin'
with or without Roxy.

Be a shame to ruin
such a beauty, though,

don't you think?

- What do you want?
- The Ostium.

You want a box
that can kill you?

That box can't kill me.

Nothing of this Earth
can kill yours truly.

Then what do you want with it?

Not your concern.

Look, you're out of moves,
and we both know it.

So listen carefully.

There is a phone booth
on Halstead and Maple.

That phone is gonna ring

at 10:00 p.m. tonight
on the dot.

You're gonna take that call
and get instructions

on where to go for the exchange.

Your dad for the box.

You really think
I'm gonna trust you?

Honey, I don't care
if you trust me.

But if you want your daddy back
in working order,

you're gonna do like I say.

I didn't mean what I said
about your glasses.

Hey, you okay?
- Mm-hmm.

- What does she want?
- The box

in exchange for my dad
if he's even still alive.

Well, good thing I put a hex bag

in the back of that cruiser.

We just need the right spell
to track them.

You can cast that spell?

Of course not.

But our sweet little
Samantha Stevens, Ada, can.

I mean, look, this
is obviously some sort of trap.

But if we can trap them,
we can get the drop

on Queen Roxy.
- And get revenge.

Roxy has my dad.

But we have an insane idea
on how to get him back.

How insane are we talking?

Certifiable
with a side of sassy.

Do you know how to track
a hex bag?

If I know the ingredients
of the bag,

then yeah, I can track it.

Well, can you do it
before 10:00 tonight?

That's when Roxy wants to trade
my dad for the box.

That's gotta be a trap, right?

Which is why we gotta find
Roxy before the drop

and get this Ostium working
before we leave.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I just needed a break
from that handwriting

and those kids.

How do you put up with them?

I let them pretend
to be in charge.

And I drink.

Henry never brought me
for a tour.

I didn't even know
this place existed.

Henry talked about you and John.

Anything good?

All of it good.

He did worry what his vocation
was doing to his marriage.

Oh, here I thought

he didn't worry
about that at all.

It's the only reason
he wanted to separate.

Thought it'd be better
for you and John.

Would have been nice
to have heard that at the time.

I said as much.

I said, "If I had what you had,
I would never let it go."

But, you know, Henry was...
- Stubborn.

I was going to use a
bit more colorful wording.

Seeing John here,
it's like history repeating.

I can't lose him
the way I did Henry.

John isn't closed off
the way Henry was.

Now, if he could just...
- Let go of his anger.

Yes.

John told me about your son.

Tony.

- How's he doing?
- We're a work in progress.

I'm making up for mistakes,

and he is learning to let go
of his anger.

Boys.

Boys.

I'm still new to all this.

So how does this locator spell
work?

Plants break the earth
to reach for the Sun.

This one, though,
will reach for the hex bag

Carlos put in the cop car.

Excresco.

Fascinating.

According to
what Millie deciphered,

the Ostium doesn't kill
monsters.

It transports them.
- Where?

I'm not sure yet.

But there's good news here.

The Akrida are an invading force

that act as one.

They infiltrate,
wipe out all signs of life,

and take over whole worlds
as their own.

You and I have
very different ideas

about good news.
- The good news

is that the Akrida all share
a connection to their queen.

It's similar
to a colony of ants.

Using the box on the queen

will cut the connection
to the colony.

They can't survive
without their queen.

We take out the queen

we take them all out
in one shot?

So we use the Ostium

to boot the queen
to God knows where.

The rest of the Akrida
are toast.

Mary's dad
and the day are saved.

Carlos, what's wrong?
That's good news.

Y-yeah.

It's just that, you know,
once we do that,

uh, Mary's done with hunting

and our band is splitting up.

No more Crosby, Stills,
Nash, and Young.

I'm gonna miss us.

Hey, guys,
you gotta come see this.

Plant marks the spot.

- Wait, we were just there.
- That's where we found

the last person
the Akrida were targeting.

You know, where Mary got stung?

So what are the Akrida
doing there?

If this is where
the Akrida has my dad,

we can save him.

We just gotta get
this box working first.

So where are we?
- Nowhere, I'm afraid.

And by the time we get
through all this,

Tricky Dick will be
in his second term.

Well, when you put it like that,

the Akrida taking over
doesn't seem half bad.

Unless Nixon's an Akrida.

Clock's ticking.

The meet with Roxy's
in a couple hours.

Look, there is something
useful here.

I know it. Okay?
We just need to find it.

I think maybe we already have.

- What do you mean?
- I came across this earlier.

I thought it was crazy.

But that was
before I watched Ada transform

a plant into a compass.
Here, see for yourself.

Okay.

It looks like instructions
to some kind of spirit session.

Sounds like some kind of séance.

What if we don't have
to keep looking

through Henry's notes?

What if we can just ask him?

You want to talk to Dad?

I told you it was crazy.

Ada, Lata, do you
actually think this could work?

Yeah.
According to Henry's notes,

we just need an object
with an emotional connection

between the living and the dead.

The stronger the connection,

the more likely the contact.

So we just need an object
connecting one of you to Henry.

Not to endorse
an institution I abhor,

but have you thought about
maybe your old wedding ring?

That'd be great.
If only I hadn't sold it

to fix the hydraulic lift
at the garage.

Sorry.
- What about you?

Well, that depends.

Does it say
that you have to have

good feelings connected
to the object?

No.

Only that the feelings
have to be strong.

Yeah.

Yeah, I have something.

I just need to go get it.

I'll get word to Roxy.

It won't be long now.

Dad got it for me
when I was a kid.

I used to listen
to the song it played

every night before bed.

"As Time Goes By."
It was our song.

I didn't even know
you still had that.

After he left,
I used to play the song.

I thought
that if I kept playing it,

then maybe he'd come back.

And when I realized he wouldn't,

I, um... I got angry,
and I broke it.

It hasn't worked since.

John, I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

Okay? Not if it helps us find
your dad.

So what do we do next?

Well,
according to Henry's notes,

the object will act as a conduit

between you and him
in the spirit realm.

The connection itself, however,

has to be created
by your emotions.

You need to reach out
and share them with him

openly and honestly.

That's the only way the divide
between the two realms

can be connected.

Will the rest of him be able
to talk to him too?

Once the connection is made.

But we don't know
how long it's going to last.

So you need to get
as much information

about the Ostium
as quickly as possible.

Hey, it's not like we have
15 years

we'd like to catch up on.

Are you ready?

No.

Let's do this.

Amate spiritus obscure,
te quaerimus.

Te oramus,
nobiscum colloquere,

apud nos circita.

Amate spiritus obscure,
te quaerimus.

Te oramus,
nobiscum colloquere,

apud nos circita.

Amate spiritus obscure,
te quaerimus.

Te oramus,
nobiscum colloquere,

apud nos circita.

A mate spirit us obscure...

- What happened?
- Did everyone see the candles?

I don't want to be
a Debbie Downer,

but I think it was just a draft.

I'm afraid it didn't work.

Why not? Hmm?

I thought about my dad
like you asked me to.

- I'm so sorry.
I-I don't know.

John...

Hey.

Guess I shouldn't be
surprised he didn't show up.

He never came
to my baseball games either.

John, I...

I can't imagine
how hard it must have been,

you being so young when he left.

It's understandable
that you're angry.

Truthfully?

I'm just surprised
I didn't break

that music box sooner.

Why? What do you mean?

Well, before he left,

after he'd tuck me in,

I would hear him
and my mom fight.

I could never...

I could never hear
what about, but, um...

I could hear them say my name.

So I would, uh,
crank the motor on that box

over and over and over
just trying

to drown out the noise.

Most of the time it worked,
except...

I still knew
they were fighting about me.

You didn't just smash
the music box

because you were angry
at your dad.

You were also angry at yourself.

Maybe if I could have been, uh,

better or smarter,
I don't know...

maybe he wouldn't have left.

You were just a kid.

Your dad leaving
is not your fault.

Then tell me
why it feels like it is?

You should listen to her, sport.

It wasn't your fault.

It was mine.

So the energy source is a rock?

Not just any rock.

Look at the density
and the strange pits.

I think this
is where the Akrida are from.

- Another world?
- Another universe.

I don't know.
But it's definitely not

from around here.

Maybe that's how it directs
the portal like my dad said.

Tells it where to open.

Okay.

Let's save my dad.

I don't see
any scuttling inside.

I mean, if this is really
the Akrida's new roach motel,

they're doing a really good job
of keeping it a secret.

They're in there somewhere.
We just have to find them.

So what's the plan?

Split up. Cover more ground.

We have to find my dad
and we have to find Roxy.

We take her out,
the Akrida are toast.

Be careful not to use the box
before you find her.

We don't know how many monsters
that thing can handle

before it goes dead
like it did last time.

This might be a stupid question,

but, um, how exactly
are we supposed to know

the queen when we see her?

Look for a crown, I guess.

Right.

Perfect.

Remember, these are
innocent people we're fighting,

so you have to use
demon possession rules.

I got this, Campbell.

No.

Break 'em,
shake 'em, and move on.

- Argh!
- Ahh!

Okay.

- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Ahh!

No sign of Samuel anywhere.

What is this place?

Looks like some kind of lab.

Carlos, look.

Now, I've never seen
monster essence before,

but if I had to guess,
it probably looks like that.

We need something
to break the glass.

Lata. Come on.

Come on. Move, move, move,
move, move.

Go.

That can't be good, right?

Tomorrow's problem.

We need to get out of here
and find Samuel.

Hello. Where's she going?

And what's in that case?
- I don't know.

Maybe we should follow her.

We can't leave everyone.

I'm gonna need the two of you
to get out of the van, please.

I hope he has dental insurance.

Excuse me, officer,
would you mind repeating that?

I said... oh!

Ahh!

I warned you.

Stray from the plan
and your father is dead.

And I always keep my promises.

So do I.

Why didn't that one fall?

Maybe your dad's notes
were wrong.

Or maybe Roxy wasn't the queen.

Okay. Time to go. Time to go.

Go, go, go, go!

I don't think
that door's gonna hold.

There's no way out.

This a normal night for you?

Since I was a kid, yeah.

Dad?

Hey, kiddo.

Dad.

Let's not make her wait
any longer.

We're going to make you
strong again.

And then you'll bring
the others.

And we can make this world
our own...

My queen.