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911, what's your emergency?

Uh... There's
a policeman, I think he's shot,

lying in the alley
next to 484 Westrum.

I don't think
he's gonna make it.

Sir, are you
at that address now?

You want to show me a
special route to that roadside crime scene?

You know when you were first
in county way back,

someone once asked,
"What's a guy like your brother

do in prison?"

I said, "Anything he wants."

And who might that
person have been?

I believe it was Mom.

How are you?

You look good, bro.

You're not too bad yourself.

Come on, come crack a beer.

Claude Bolton. Where is he now?

I was thinking the same thing.

I made some calls, found out
from his parole officer

that he'd been in to ask
permission to leave the state.

Said he wanted to go hang
with his brother in Tennessee,

town called Cecil,

- near Chattanooga.
- Yeah, I've been there.

It's a diner, two bars,
and a bunch of caves,

not much else.

Here's what I intend to do
today,

by myself, if I have to.

If this entity, this Cuco,
is in the process

of becoming Claude Bolton,

and your information
puts him in this town,

I am going to go out there
and try to isolate him.

Isolate him from...

Harm. Blame.

Because
when it starts its killing,

Claude's forensics will be
all over the victims.

I could be the witness who
saves him from a prosecution.

I could be the witness who puts a
spotlight on this thing's existence,

because a human being can not
exist in two realities

at the same time.

When you discovered that footage
of Terry in a hotel

sixty miles away from where
he was supposedly

killing Frankie Peterson,
it had to run,

because of the reinvestigation
it knew had to happen.

I think it needs to stay
in one place

for weeks at a time
after it kills

to regain strength to complete
the transformation,

but it had to run
before it was ready

when it was too weak
to fend for itself,

which is why it made a slave
out of Jack.

So, what you're saying
is that if you can vouch

for Claude's whereabouts
before it strikes again...

and the police start looking
at other suspects,

it will run again.

More desperate than before,
weaker still.

- I need to keep the pressure on.
- Then it'll get careless,

- show its hand.
- Until, hopefully,

it... it'll expose itself
to the world.

Okay, you're
saying you need to keep the pressure on,

here's my question:

After it's done being Claude,
how do we know

- who it becomes next?
- It's turning in Claude as we speak,

so to be with him before this
thing starts to kill in his name

- is the first step.
- How do you know

it hasn't started its killing
already?

Given the time gap
between the killings,

I don't think
it's strong enough yet.

It's in the last days
of its transformation.

Well, you can go down there
by yourself to vouch for him,

but I can imagine
that if you or...

If he had more than one eye-wit
to verify his whereabouts,

then it'd be... Look,
what I'm saying is, um,

I'd like to go with you.

Hell, I've got some days off.

I'd like to see it through.

Yeah, I can't.

If I could, I would.

- Okay, so...
- I'll go.

Okay.

Shouldn't you
be out there working with them?

Yeah, I probably should.

It's gonna be big this year.

Always is.

So, you quit the Ass Crack, huh?

- Peach Crease.
- Peach Crease.

Damn, I could never quit
a job like that.

Well, as the saying goes,
if God truly hates your guts,

then he grants
your deepest wish.

If you say so.

I just felt like
if I didn't leave that place...

leave that whole damn city,

then something really bad
was going to happen.

Such as what?

Uh...

I can't ever seem to sleep
these days.

I'm jumping out of bed
a half a dozen times a night.

Double, triple-checking
the locks on the door,

the windows.

It's like there's someone there
in the apartment with me,

or right outside
trying to get in.

- Ever catch anyone?
- Nope.

It's like when you're in prison,

you know something's about
to go down,

but you don't know what,
where or when.

All you know for a fact is it's
going to be as bad as it gets.

Yep, I hear ya.

Excuse me, bro.

You better not
let your foreman catch you.

Shit.
That was my foreman.

Look, it'll take some hours
before everyone's ready to roll,

and a few more to get to where
we're going,

and probably another few
until we find him,

so if you think time
is that critical,

let me call ahead and have him
held until we arrive.

Nothing like a jail cell
to account for his whereabouts.

Yeah, thank you.

You wanna ride with me?

I think I should ride with him.

Okay.

Andy, you gonna ride with me?
We can swap war stories.

Yeah.

Don't tell me
I missed yet another AA meeting,

Jesus Christ. Ralph.

Are you out of your mind?

Could be.

I worry about you
sometimes, you know that?

- Um... I'm flattered.
- No, I mean that,

in all sincerity.

Anyways, Glory has finally
given me the go-ahead

to sue everybody in the town
except the dogcatcher.

Okay, so you're here
to serve me.

Hm. You ducked the bullet,
my friend.

That's why I'm here to tell you,
so that you and Jeannie

don't sweat it out when
the hammer starts coming down

- all over the place.
- I don't get it,

why... why am I so lucky?

She feels that if anyone
can vindicate Terry, it's you.

Be careful,
wherever you're going.

Are you going
just to appease me?

- Certainly not.
- Then why are you going?

'Cause if I had...
If I had another lead,

- I wouldn't be.
- Don't go.

- Why not? Wh... What?
- Because you're blind.

You don't really believe
in this thing, which means

you're not capable of seeing it
for what it really is.

Could you imagine going into
a battle with your eyes shut?

J, there's not gonna be
a battle.

There will be.

And I... I couldn't survive
losing you, too.

Blue Thunderbird at the steel warehouse.

Alpha 31, your meal break
is approved,

Betty 12 will cover your sector
until 1300 hours.

All units, we have an APB

for a John "Jack" Hoskins,
male, Caucasian, 42,

Cherokee City detective,

wanted for discharging
his firearm at a civilian

with intent to kill.

Suspect driving a Dodge Ram
1500 SLT, four-door,

black Georgia tags, HM11202.

Suspect is considered
armed and dangerous.

If spotted, contact Central
and wait for backup.

Do not approach without backup.

Fuck!

Just so you know, um...

apparently, Jack came back
to town this morning.

He broke into his own place,
stole his own car.

- Where were the police?
- Yeah, good question.

You know, Jack...

he told me once over copious
amounts of cocktails...

that all he ever wanted to do
when he was a kid

was to, um,
take his hunting skills

and become a sharp-shooter
in the military.

Right? So, he enlists at 18,
he goes through basic training,

where he tops his class
in the firing range,

which qualifies him then
to go to sniper school,

where, once again,
he tops the class.

So, his life-long dream
has become reality.

And he's waiting to find out
where they're gonna deploy him

and all he has to do
is go through one last round

of mandatory psych evaluations.

Please don't tell me.

Yeah.

Became a warehouse clerk
in the Aleutian Islands.

You know, up there
in the ass-end of Alaska.

"Could've swam to Russia
in an hour and back,"

is what he used to say.

No wonder El Cuco wanted him.

Let's just say that you sold me
on this El Cuco thing

- of yours, right?
- Mm.

What does it want?

It wants what every organism
wants,

it wants to perpetuate
its own existence,

it wants to survive.

At all costs.

By turning itself
into someone else,

right down to their DNA,
torturing, killing children,

laying waste to families,
um, framing the innocent...

and then disappearing,
only to pop up

and do it all over again
in some other city or country

twenty-odd days later?
'Cause that's not like

any criminal that I've ever
heard of.

It's not a criminal.

It's not even human.

I knew you were gonna say that.

Slow down.
Cross over there.

Scoot 'em,
scoot 'em, man.

- Go get 'em!
- Let's go.

- All right!
- Oh!

- Home sweet home, my man.
- All right!

Man.

Oh, damn it, Seale.
You haven't changed a thing

since Daddy died.

Well, no, that armchair's new.

Still doing your jigsaws, huh?

Every boy needs a hobby.

- What is it?
- Who knows?

Well, what's the picture
on the puzzle box?

I pride myself on not looking.

Well, how the hell do you know

where all the little-bitty
pieces go in?

And therein lies a challenge.

Oh, man, you're unreal.
Too much time on your hands.

So, you're a believer?

A believer? In what?

- El Cuco.
- Oh.

I believe in Holly.

"Wither thou goest,"
and all that.

So, you guys are a thing?

A "thing"?

- Not to pry.
- Nah, it's not a problem.

Yeah.
Man, I sure hope so.

She's a very unique person.

Yeah, unique she is.

I'm assuming you're aware
of some of her... gifts.

Yeah, she put on a show or two.

Did you know that she can walk
into a room full of people...

and pick out the ones
that are gonna die soon?

Right.

I'm serious, man.
I've seen her do it.

When she's reading you and
she senses your time is nigh,

at first, she can't take
her eyes off you,

then she can't bear
to look at you.

Same thing with her hands,
at first, she's reaching out for you,

and then, she pulls away
immediately

as if you were radioactive.

She hasn't behaved like that
with you, has she?

You are one bullshit-talking,

Twilight Zone - assed
ballbuster, aren't you?

Oh, Lordy!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, man,

I just... I couldn't resist!

You had me going there
for a second.

- I... I was worried.
- Yeah, I'd say more like ten.

Why are you coming?

Same reason you are.

Looking for answers.

You know, some detectives
I've known would, uh...

When a homicide gets under
their skin and they, um...

they just keep hitting a wall
over and over...

I mean, they will resort
to stuff that is so desperate,

so crazy, and afterwards
they won't tell a soul about it,

for fear that they're gonna be
laughed out of the squad.

- Is that a fact?
- It is indeed. Yeah.

And now,
you're so desperate to solve

the Frankie Peterson homicide,
the Terry Maitland murder,

that you are reduced
to checking out the boogeyman.

- Something like that, yeah.
- Mm.

I know you're still fighting it.

I get it.

I mean, why wouldn't you be?

Indeed.

But for... for some reason...

I feel more grounded around you
than I do with anyone else.

Well, that's a mystery
for the ages.

You challenge everything I say.

Sometimes, I need that
more than I need believers.

So, how long can you put me up?

It's your house, too, bro.

What about the anger management
class, you still goin' to that?

Now, I'm supposed to say
something funny like I quit it

because it pissed me off.
But, truth is, I'm...

I find it very helpful.

Might even sign up
for a second helping.

Well, that's good.

I believe I'm improving
on that score something fierce.

Look at her, man.

Like she couldn't wait
to blow his ass up.

Hm. The family Bolton.

Keep back 200 yards.

Give us a second, bro.

Hey, where're you going?

I'm going to Burger King.

Bring me back some fries.

Shit.

What the hell?

May I ask what the problem is,
officer?

There's been a complaint.

A complaint? About what?
With all due respect,

- I ain't even...
- Mr. Bolton?

What I need for you to do, sir,
is to step out of the car,

it's fine right where it is,
lock it up,

come with us.

All right.

Done this before, have we?

I'm still waiting
to hear why I was brought in.

Sirs, I would tell you
that I know my rights,

but the last time I said that
to a peace officer,

I got a solid left to go with
those aforementioned rights.

Could I get my phone call
at least?

If it's not too much trouble?

Thank you.

I, um... I feel a little awkward
saying this, but...

I didn't know about your son.

Hey, you know what?
I got one for you.

- I got one for you.
- Mm-hm.

So, the night that he was born,
okay, my son,

I'm driving back from
the hospital to my place

to pick up some things
for Jeannie,

she's in the hospital.

And, as I'm driving, I, um,
I start talking to my mother,

you know, in my head.
You know, stuff like, um,

uh, you know,
"Wish you could see him,"

and, "He's a beautiful boy
and I wish you got"

"to hold your beautiful baby
grandson just once," and, uh...

She died about 15 years earlier,
I would've been 16 at the time.

And, on her last day on earth,
which I remember very well,

she was at home,
she was laying in bed,

and she started talking about
this song that she liked

when she was a teenage girl,
you know?

And it was an old, jazzy
banjo tune called.

"Washington Square"
by The Village Stompers.

Now, as she's talking,
I'm thinking I remember seeing this

somewhere in her record
collection down in the basement.

And I run down, I'm looking
through her records,

you know, her old 45s,

and I couldn't have been gone
more than ten or 15 minutes,

I come back up,
she's passed.

Um... And then I go
into the living room,

I get the record player,

I bring it back into
the bedroom,

and I just sit down on the bed
and I...

I play it for her anyway.

And, uh... after that, I called
my dad, to tell him the news...

- You're a good son, Ralph.
- Thank you, but... but...

But... wait,
because here's the thing.

- Mm-hm.
- I only heard that song...

the one time that I played it
for her, after which...

I didn't hear it for 15 years,

until the night
that I was driving,

talking to my mother
about my son,

and wouldn't you know it,
right then and there...

"Washington Square"
comes on the radio.

Fifteen years. Fifteen years.

So, what do you make of that?

Sounds like a coincidence to me.

That's it?

'Cause, uh... Damn,
I thought that was one, uh...

- one hell of an anecdote, myself.
- No, no, it... it was.

It was good.

Oh! Oh, dear.

Oh, my mom
would have loved that.

Man, there was this one girl
we had dancing for us,

Princess Sheena. Oh, my God!

She left us to play quarterback
for the Kansas City Kitty Kats

in the all-girls Sugar and Spice
Football League.

- The what?
- Man, I'm telling ya.

They played in bikini bottoms
and garter belts,

with shoulder pads and a helmet
on, of course.

- Sure.
- Get out of here...

I ain't shittin' you though,
man. That girl, she had an arm,

like a...

- What are you holdin' him on?
- Hey, Seale, easy, man, easy.

You lower your God damn
voice at me, Bolton.

Holdin' him for what?

If you don't wanna go
join him in the cell,

- I suggest you...
- Do what?

What the fuck are you gonna do
to me, Handy?

You Forrest Gump-ass-lookin',

- pine-top motherfucker!
- Hey, Seale, calm down, man,

it's all good.

I'm gonna ask you
once last time,

lower your voice and start
coming correct in here.

Really?

Shit.

If you really wanted
to piss my man here off, Bolton,

what you shoulda called him
was a motherfuckin' Barney Fife.

Yeah, 'cause I see Forrest Gump
as a kinda role model.

Shut the fuck up.

First, you hold an innocent man
without a cause,

then you sneak up and tase a man
from behind,

'cause you don't like the way
he's inquiring you about it.

Makes y'all pansy-ass
little bitches in my book.

Man, you really prefer a life
on the inside, don't ya?

Fuck.

Oh, my gosh,
you guys got to hear this.

This is so cool. It says here
in one of the caves,

they found 35,000-year-old
saber-toothed tiger footprints.

My guess is
that's the one they call.

- Sabertooth Cave?
- How did you know?

Oh, and, it has a squeeze-hole
you have to pass through.

So small,
it's called the Sphincter.

You should definitely
try passing through it, Sam.

Don't worry, I will.

- Sorry.
- What?

Pass it back.

I need to eat.

You just did.

He was full of cancer.

Well, he doesn't have to worry
about that anymore.

I need to eat.

What are we gonna tell him?

Well, not the truth.
He'd never believe you.

Yeah, it's true. If they did,
they'd run for the hills.

So, what are we gonna tell him?

- Hm.
- The truth.

How are you today, officer?

We're here to pick up
Claude Bolton.

Nobody told me.

Hey, Claude,
how's it going?

- Who the hell's this?
- We'll have you outta here in no time.

Lieutenant,
I believe your jurisdiction ends

at the Georgia state line.

May I ask on what charges
he's being held?

I...

- We were told to detain him...
- Told... by Captain Becker,

Tennessee Bureau
of Investigation?

Yes, sir.

He'll explain.

No, sir,
this is Officer Drayton Counsel in Cecil.

Yes, Cap, he's right here.

Claude.

What, just me?

What about my brother?

I'm not leaving
without my brother.

Assaulting an officer.

I didn't touch him, man.

You're the one that snuck up
and zapped my ass from behind.

That's the way they like
to answer any inquiry

you might put forth around here.

Like I said,
I'm not leaving without him.

We're gonna need him.

Tell me why you didn't go
with 'em.

Like I said before,
Howie, it's work.

Because when people started
volunteering to go,

I tasted copper on my tongue.

Meaning?

When I was in Iraq,
and we had to go on patrol,

my mouth always felt like
it was stuffed with pennies.

That was like 14 years ago.

And this morning, when she
started rallying the troops,

for the first time since then...

I had that taste in my mouth
again.

So...

I ain't goin' on anymore
foot patrols, man.

Yeah, I gotta stay home
on this one.

Fuck.

Hey, welcome to Cavestock.

- Do you have a reservation?
- Yes, ma'am.

I like your, um, earrings.

Whoa.

You are in row six, slot 12.

- Okay.
- Do you know where the Sabertooth Cave is?

Well, I'll tell you,
there's over a hundred caves

around here, so the best I can
say is "somewhere." Have fun.

I could've bought
my own cave for this much.

Well, thanks, I guess,
for whatever shit that was.

It's y'all that had him picked
up in the first, wasn't it?

The fuck for?

We need to go somewhere
and talk.

Hell with that.

We need to go somewhere
and talk.

Fellas, that's not a request.

Um... I know
what I just told you

might sound a little insane.

Insane don't even come close.

How have you been feeling
lately?

Fine.

Bad.

Uh... Like someone's been
trying to get inside your head?

My head, my house,

in the mirror looking right back
at me.

Oh, shit. Now this thing's
turning into me?

It looks like it, yes.

Hold the damn phone.

Y'all are punkin' me, right?

I'm being punked!

How the hell they get you
in on this, huh?

This is some whack shit
you're puttin' on my head.

We had you picked up
for your own protection.

As long as you were in
police custody,

you had police vouching
for your whereabouts.

Which is why we have to
stay with you

until we can figure out a way
to keep you safe.

- What, stay here?
- Unless you want to come

- to Cherokee City with us.
- Hell no.

I'm not going back there.

That's where all this shit
started.

No, shit. We don't need y'all.

I can vouch for him on my own.

With your sterling pedigree?

Go home.

It's more than what your wife was
saying about you standing in our way.

If you can't get yourself
to really believe in this thing,

then you're not only
an obstacle,

but you're a danger
to everyone else.

I don't respond to ultimatums.

You need to step off. Let me
come at it at my own pace.

Which is what I've been
trying to do.

If that's not good enough
for you...

I can be back across
the state line before you blink.

- How's that work for you?
- Try harder.

Come to it faster.

Please.

Well,
we could go this way, or...

- I'm hungry.
- Okay.

- Go ahead.
- I need to see that. Okay?

- Go ahead, buddy, yeah. That's all right.
- Okay.

Well, let's get a cold beer.

I love that.

Nice grouping.

Yeah, Seale said he didn't want
to patch it up

'cause it's a daily reminder
for him not to clean guns

- in the house.
- Mm-hm.

What about the other two holes?

- You don't like puzzles?
- I don't like elephants.

What's up?

I should've gone with 'em.

You are fucking kidding me.

Holly's out
there putting her ass on the line

and I'm too spooked to go
and watch her back?

In terms of her ass
and her back,

she's out there right now
with three police,

who have probably got 50 years'
experience between 'em.

You go out there and join them,
you'll probably get arrested

for parading without a license.

I know you're right.

I just can't help...

I can't help feeling like
we abandoned her. You know?

Man, I want these motherfuckers
outta here.

So, how long are y'all
intending to stay?

Shouldn't be too long.

He's about ready to spring up somewhere
and drop enough of your chemistry

to nail you to a cross. We just
have to be there with you

when that happens.

Oh, hell,
I can't put up but one of you,

and that's on my
piece of shit couch.

You guys gotta find
somewhere else to sleep.

Where else
are they gonna go, Seale?

Every where's booked up full
for Cavestock.

This fine porch of yours
is okay with me.

- I don't mind it either.
- Well, that's two down.

- I can sleep in my car.
- Sure?

Won't be the first time.

- Where you going?
- I'm gonna check out something

I saw as we were driving in.
I'll be back soon enough.

Well, I guess the old shitty,
old couch in there, that's me.

Hey, Seale, what about
that old air mattress?

I lost the blow dryer
to pump it up.

Sorry about that.

Deb, after 15 years of us
coming to this thing,

I think I can say
in full confidence,

I'm officially bored to shit
with it.

We go for the kids.

Oh, I believe they're bored
with it too.

- Not Sam.
- Deb, you know I love young Sam to pieces,

but you have got to admit
the boy's a bit of a nerd.

You lookin'
for anythin' in particular?

A cave.

Well, that narrows it down.

It's got 35,000-year-old
saber-toothed tiger footprints.

Well, I don't know about
that one.

There's this one cave
around here

that's got prehistoric claw marks
in the chamber of the ceiling.

- What kind of animal?
- Bears.

See, back in the time
of your saber-tooths,

bears landed 12 to 15 feet.

Twice the size
of the biggest ones we got now.

- I know, I read it in a book.
- Well, there's this one cave,

the bears used to get up
on their hind legs,

and sharpen their claws
on the roof of the chamber.

Really is somethin'.

You should see it for yourself.

- Want me to show ya?
- Sure.

Come on, then.

Well, I believe I'm gonna
have to disperse those boys.

If you do, she'll never talk
to you again.

- And therein lies the dilemma.
- Mm-hm.

That's a cool mask.

Hey, Sam?

Where are you going with him?

Hey!

He has my brother! Someone!

Stop! Get away from him!

Stop that guy!

Someone please help!

What's the problem?

That your kid?

Hey!

Hey, where you going?

Somebody stop him!

Call the police!

Hey. Hey, are you okay?

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, there's nothing much
happening here at the moment, so...

So, there's no need
for you to...

I'm not sure how long.

Of course, if nothing happens,
then...

You know what, hon,
let me call you back.

I appreciate your hospitality,
but if you could hold off on that

until we're out of your hair...

Shit, man, it's just weed.
Practically in the damn Bible.

- Oh yeah?
- Oh, hell yeah! When they discovered.

King Solomon's burial chambers,

guess what they found
on his night table.

We need to make a run
for some things.

You mind if I hijack your car?

- It's the only game in town.
- Have at it.

Thanks.

Want a hit?

- What?
- Hm.

I'll be back in a minute.

How are you
this evening, young lady?

Good, thank you.

Fancy meeting you here.

I thought you were a Catholic.

Any port in a storm, right?

Yeah.

God, I'm so terribly tired.

Thanks a lot, Mike.

- We'll give you a call.
- Thank you.

Go get 'em, guys.
Thank you.

Wanda.

How are you?
Detective Hidalgo.

Hi, pleased to meet you.
Go ahead, sit down.

Won't take long, I'm just
gonna ask you a few questions.

So, you feeling okay?

Good.

Been a lot of police
in this house over the years.

But never one sleeping over.

Thought I'd document
the occasion.

Jesus Christ. Hey. What?

You too cheap
to spring for a room?

- Jesus Christ.
- I swear to God,

I never met a cop
who didn't hate a nickel

because it wasn't a dime.

- That's amazing.
- Amazing, it is.

Fuckin' cops.

How'd you two lovebirds
make out last night?

- Asshole.
- Fuckhead.

Gettin' a little crowded
in here, ain't it?

Whatever you're here for,
I didn't do shit.

Glad to hear it,
we're looking for your brother, Claude.

- What the hell for?
- Just wanna talk.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Morning.

Why don't you go inside
and let us handle this, okay?

Okay?

Can we come inside?

How about we just talk out here?
Okay?

Well, um, whatever it was
that happened last night

with an individual trying
to snatch a kid at the festival,

um, I can personally vouch
for Claude Bolton

being here, um, with me
from yesterday afternoon

till now.

What's going on, fellas?

Jesus Christ.

He's here.

Sorry?

It's here.

Is there anything
more that you could tell us

about this man?

Weird eyes.

He's hungry.

And now, hungrier still.

He's in a cave, waitin'.

You people know anything
about stopping this thing?

Because it's gonna come
for my brother next.

You have no idea
what you're dealing with.

What if it doesn't cotton
to being contained?

Then we kill it
before it can kill us.

What if it can't be killed?