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♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(SCREAMING)

From now on, we have to assume that whatever Claude sees

and hears, it sees and hears.

You asked me where my people are buried around here.

The old Bear Cave. It's been sealed since 1947.

(MEN SHOUTING)

HOLLY GIBNEY: He's in there. We found him.

RALPH ANDERSON: We're gonna be back in a couple of hours.

It's not right. Not telling them that that thing's out there.

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?

CLAUDE BOLTON: Do you know what you just did?

I know what I just did.

I gave you the heads up of your life.

CLAUDE: He's in my head, Seale.

So, you just told that thing

that all of those people are coming for it.

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

(GUNSHOT)

(EAR-SPLITTING RINGING)

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

-(GUNSHOTS) -(JACK GROANS)

There you go!

(SHOTS CONTINUE)

(BULLETS RICOCHET)

-(YELPS) -(GUNSHOT)

-Jesus Christ! -YUNIS SABLO: Fuck!

(DISTORTED SNARLING)

(SCREECHES)

-(JACK GROANS) -We gotta get outta here.

-SABLO: And go where? -I don't know. Just to get the fuck outta here.

ANDY KATCAVAGE: Who's the shooter?

(GUNSHOT)

(YELLS) Jack! We can talk about this!

Motherf--!

ANDY: No, no, no. Come on, come on!

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(JACK GROANS)

-Ah! Goddammit! -Take this! Take this!

(GROANS) Motherfucker!

(HUMMING)

SABLO: Is that fucking Howie?

Uh-oh!

JACK HOSKINS: Oh, yeah, get in there.

-Jesus Christ! -SABLO: Keep going! Keep going!

-Is that Pelley? -Go! Go! Just go!

-RALPH ANDERSON: Go! -Get the fuck out!

-Move! -Jesus Christ!

-(GUNSHOTS) -HOWARD SALOMAN: Oh, my god!

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

Hey, Seale, what the hell you doin', man?

(JACK GROANS)

Motherfucker!

(SNAKE TAIL RATTLES)

Oh, no! Get off!

-Go! Go, go! -ANDY: Go now! Go now!

CLAUDE BOLTON: Seale! Seale, whatcha doin', man?

RALPH: Get back here!

(YELLS)

CLAUDE: Hey Seale, get back here!

JACK: I got you.

(GRUNTS)

(INAUDIBLE)

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

Yeah!

-Shit! -(DRUNKENLY SINGING)

Fucker! (PANTING)

(GUNSHOT)

-(GUNSHOT) -I see you!

-(SABLO YELLS, GROANS) -RALPH: Oh shit!

Fucker! Get up! Get up! Up, up--

Get up, up, up, up. We don't have-- Go! Go!

Oh, shit.

HOWARD: Fuck!

Let's get the fuck outta here!

-(GRUNTS) -Oh shit! Seale!

RALPH: Claude! Don't go out! Damn it! Don't!

CLAUDE: Seale!

Fuck!

(DRUNKENLY GROANS) Motherfucker!

CLAUDE: Oh, God, man.

They got him good, man. Oh shit!

Fuck! Oh! Oh shit!

Oh, man.

Fucking hurts to be shot, man. Fucking hurts.

RALPH: Yeah. With the slugs he's using,

you're lucky you didn't get your arm taken off.

-SABLO: Hurts to get shot. -RALPH: You know what...

ANDY: If we could just get some fucking bars!

Don't even think about it.

Hey, when the GIs were getting chewed up

on the beaches on D-Day, you know what they're told?

Um... Uh-- Ad-- Advance or die.

-Or something like that. -That's fucking right.

(GUNSHOT)

RALPH: Can you fire lefty?

SABLO: Yeah, that's about all I can do.

-Take this! Take this! -No! No! No, no, no!

HOLLY GIBNEY: Andy!

What the hell is he doing?

RALPH: I don't fucking kn-- I think he's going to get reception.

Ah, Jesus, man. Why couldn't you stay where you are?

Son of a...

-(GUNSHOT) -Jesus!

-(GUNSHOT) -Fuck!

-HOWARD: Go, Andy! Go! -(ENGINE STARTS)

-One... two... boom! -(ANDY GRUNTS) Fuck!

SABLO: Just go!

Shit!

RALPH: Go!

Go! Go, Andy!

HOWARD: Go, go, go!

(PANTING)

(GUNSHOT)

-(GUNSHOT) -(GRUNTS)

What happened?

Andy! No!

No, no!

HOWARD: No! No, no, no! Holly, no! No, go back!

-I'll get him. I'll get him. Go! -No!

Go back!

(SCREAMING) Yeah!

Mother nature! (LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

Ah!

RALPH: (ECHOING SHOUT) Holly!

Holly!

Holly! Holly, get back here!

Fuck!

What the fuck is she doing?

RALPH: Holly, get back here!

Holly!

Get back here!

(YELLING, ECHOING) Damn you to hell!

(PANTING)

Oh, he definitely will.

-(SNARLS) -(WINCES) Ow!

Fuck!

-Fuck you! -(SNARLS)

(JACK CRIES)

-No more. -(ROARS)

(SNARLING, GROWLING)

(SNAKE'S TAIL RATTLES)

(PANTING)

(CHUCKLES) Come at me, motherfucker.

-(SNAKE SNAPS) -(SCREAMS)

-(ROARS) -(JACK'S SCREAMS ECHO)

(JACK GROANS)

RALPH: Holly!

-(GUNSHOT) -Fuck.

Come on, come on.

-Jack's done. -(GUNSHOT)

Tell Sablo to save his ammunition,

and tell him to stop shooting. It's...

It's splitting my head in two.

It's time.

(ROARS)

(SNARLS)

(GROWLS SOFTLY)

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

You're gonna be all right out here by yourself?

I'll be fine. You be careful.

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

(WHEEZING, GASPING)

Ralph!

(WHEEZING CONTINUES)

SABLO: Put it down, Jack.

Jack, just put it down, man.

(JACK CONTINUES WHEEZING)

JACK: It's in there.

Kill it.

No!

(GATE CREAKS)

-RALPH: Watch out. -(HOLLY GASPS)

-(WOOD CRACKS) -(RALPH GRUNTS)

HOLLY: You okay?

Yeah... Yeah, yes.

Uh, better be careful.

(RALPH BREATHES DEEPLY)

HOLLY: Look.

He can be killed.

-RALPH: How's that? -HOLLY: He's scared of falling.

Like us.

(LEVER SQUEAKS)

HOLLY: He's feeding.

RALPH: Breadcrumbs from hell.

(RALPH GRUNTS)

(WATER SPLASHES)

(ROCKS SHATTER, FALL)

HOLLY: Stop.

(HOLLY GRUNTS)

HOLLY: He was in a frenzy.

-RALPH: Holly. -Hmm?

RALPH: Look.

This is where it happened.

HOLLY: They're all in there.

Must have been going crazy trying to get to them.

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

-(WHISPERS) Holly. -Hmm?

RALPH: See it?

The light?

EL CUCO: (AS CLAUDE BOLTON) Watch your step coming in.

It's very slippery.

Stay close to the walls in case you need to grab onto something.

You haven't come all this way just to turn back now, have you?

Well, howdy there, sheriff.

And you must be the lovely Miss Holly.

Claude doesn't know your last name,

but he thinks about you all the time.

It's Gibney.

Holly Gibney.

EL CUCO: It's you I have to thank

for this situation I find myself in, ain't it?

I wanna know what made it so easy for you

to believe in me,

and how on earth did she manage

to convince a cowpoke like you, sheriff.

What are you?

(EL CUCO SCOFFS)

-What is your name? -EL CUCO: Oh... you know.

Where did you come from?

-I don't remember. -What is your nature?

We're not very good answering each other's questions, are we?

-Are there more of you? -Why?

Have you seen someone like me before?

Are there others?

'Cause there have been times when I...

-sense there could be more-- -Shut up.

You really gon' pull that trigger, sheriff?

(BED CREAKS)

Well, you go ahead and do it...

if you don't mind dying.

(YELLING) Will the real Claude Bolton please stand up?

-(ECHOING) -(CAVE TREMORS, CRACKLES)

(ROCKS SHATTERING, FALLING)

-EL CUCO: You see? -(RALPH GASPS) Step back!

-(ECHOING) -Stop yelling.

(DEBRIS SCATTERING)

EL CUCO: They're here, you know. The dead.

The rescuers that couldn't even rescue themselves.

But... you couldn't get to them, could you?

Well, it don't matter. I still feel their presence.

Especially the four Boltons. They give off such a glow.

Glow?

They're the blood that I'm becoming.

It feels like...

like I'm being entered.

And what enters me, fills me.

You have no idea what it feels like to have

all of that emotion inside of me.

Why children?

(WHISPERS) Stop asking him questions!

I eat to survive, just like you.

-Shut up. -Why children?

'Cause they taste the sweetest.

-Motherfucker! -HOLLY: Stop!

He's poison.

EL CUCO: I can't let you leave.

You know that, right?

HOLLY: No.

We're the ones who can't let you leave.

(SCOFFS)

RALPH: Jack left one of us out there.

He knows we're in here and he knows what you are.

He'll send more.

I see.

But I need to eat.

(GUN COCKS)

Claude.

Put the gun down.

HOLLY: Don't shoot.

Don't shoot. If you shoot, the whole chamber will fall on our heads.

RALPH: Hey, Claude.

Just take your finger off the trigger, okay?

HOLLY: Claude, just...

Just look at us.

Just look at us.

That's it.

Now-- Now put the gun down.

(DEEPLY INHALES)

(GUNSHOT ECHOES)

(ROCKS CRACKLES)

HOLLY: Oh, my God.

It's collapsing.

RALPH: Move! Now! Now! Holly!

HOLLY: Claude!

RALPH: Holly!

Cover your head! Tuck your head!

(ROCKS CRASHING)

(CAVE RUMBLING)

(SPLASHING)

CLAUDE: Hey.

Over here.

(RALPH SIGHS)

(CLAUDE GROANS) Sh...

-I can't move. -RALPH: Hold on-- Oh, shit.

Okay. Um...

Ready?

-Three, two, one. Yeah. -(HOLLY GRUNTS) Okay.

-You got it? -(PANTING)

Oh, man.

-You okay? -Yeah, I'll live.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

-Told you not to shoot. -(HOLLY CHUCKLES)

Okay. We'll be back in a moment, okay? Hold tight.

All right.

Ah, fuck.

RALPH: Hmm.

HOLLY: Do you have some kind of knife?

Good.

-(HOLLY GRUNTS) -Yeah, Holly. Leave it. Leave it. Leave it.

If we were ever to claim that this thing

killed Frankie Peterson, they'll write us off as loons.

Terry's name will never be cleared.

Who's Terry?

(GROANS)

Did I kill him?

HOLLY: Yeah. Yeah.

RALPH: Okay, buddy.

-We do this on three, yeah? -HOLLY: Mm-hmm.

-Okay. Three, two, one. -HOLLY: Two, one.

(CLAUDE GROANS)

-HOLLY: Ooh-ooh-ooh. -CLAUDE: Ah, shit.

-RALPH: Watch your head. -HOLLY: All right.

-Yep. -(CLAUDE GROANS)

Ah, man.

♪ (SINISTER MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

HOLLY: What's wrong?

-Nothing, I'll catch up. -HOLLY: Okay.

(RALPH GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

Now look at you playing possum.

How I know?

What's left of your heart.

Whatever it's called, it's still pumpin'.

Otherwise, you got nothin' comin' out.

Sawdust.

I didn't know whether or not you could be killed.

I thought you could be like anyone else, but...

I'm not so sure anymore.

I know that, uh, this knife's certainly...

isn't doing the trick. Here's how I see it.

You're weak. You're getting weaker.

You can't run.

You can't hide.

You can't hunt,

which means you can't feed and fill yourself.

There's nothing stopping me from just walking outta here right now,

come back with a bus load of tourists and just watch them

fucking push each other out of the way,

desperate, trying to get the best angle

of what's left of your fucking face.

-(GRUNTS) -(EL CUCO GROWLS)

And then comes the ever curious scientific community.

They're gonna be real interested in you.

Poking, probing, injecting, extracting.

They'll cut little pieces of you off,

take it back to the lab,

Just keep fucking carving you and carving you and carving you

-until... -(EL CUCO GROWLS SOFTLY)

Yeah, you wouldn't want that, would ya?

(RALPH GRUNTS)

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

And it would serve our purposes much better...

if no one ever knew that you ever existed.

So...

you gotta go.

(EL CUCO SNARLS)

(SKIN AND BONES CRACKLE)

(BLOOD SQUELCHES)

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(SIGHS)

He, uh...

He came here to be with me.

That was the only reason.

Holly, the locals could appear at any stage.

We need to talk pretty fast.

Get our story straight.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE)

(SIRENS GROW LOUDER)

(PHONE RINGS)

Lieutenant Sablo from GBI.

-Hayes. -SABLO: Hayes, it's Sablo.

We're down here in Cecil, Tennessee.

There was a shootout in the parking lot.

The gift shop, Alec Pelley's dead.

Howie Saloman is dead. Jack Hoskins is dead.

They're dead?

SABLO: The shooter was a cop. One of your own.

But he didn't act alone.

In fact, he was compelled to kill by someone else.

Like... he had an accomplice?

SABLO: No, I'm saying Hoskins was the accomplice.

The alpha who I believe killed Frankie Peterson

is still out there. He attempted to grab another boy

down here two nights ago. He got away,

but we got him on video, so I'm gonna send you the link.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold on, just, uh...

SABLO: It's nobody's fault, okay?

But I believe certain decisions coming out of your office

need to be revisited. Wouldn't you agree?

RALPH: So, Seale Bolton receives a phone call

from an unknown individual who says he works with me.

This individual claims to have knowledge of the whereabouts

of a more likely suspect in the Frankie Peterson murder.

SABLO: You wanna tell me what happened, Claude?

-CLAUDE: I already told you. -Well, I'd like to hear it again.

(CLAUDE SIGHS) Detective Sablo and Anderson,

they came to interview me when the Cherokee County DA

was considering reopening the Frank Peterson homicide.

SABLO: Why you?

Because I identified the man they arrested for it,

Terry Maitland, when he walked into the Peach Crease, covered in blood.

But the more you thought about it...

CLAUDE: Well, the more I thought about it,

the more I-- I realized I made a mistake. It wasn't him.

It was just someone who looked a little like him. That's all.

HAYES: Witnesses from the Peterson homicide.

I need the transcripts from the interviews.

DETECTIVE: This caller, did he specifically tell you where to find him?

Yeah, the abandoned souvenir shop on the side

of that hill, so we went to investigate.

-DETECTIVE: You went there? -Yeah. My assumption is that

he's there to take out Claude Bolton,

who he perceives as a threat.

Him being Jack Hoskins.

The detective from your squad who's been in the wind

for kidnapping, attempted murder.

The same.

Yeah, so, I, uh... interpreted the phone call

as being made to set up an ambush.

Frankly, I thought the whole thing

was gonna turn out to be bullshit.

Was wrong.

(PANTING)

How long they gonna keep my brother's body for?

Hopefully not for too long.

CLAUDE: Well, how long is not too long?

Claude, tell me about the phone call.

March 3rd through the 7th,

Maitland's last visit to see his father, um...

On my investigation, I encountered Mr. Katcavage,

uh... former Dayton PD detective who had worked dozens

of homicides over the years. I found him...

I found him, uh, highly competent,

so I recommended that my employer...

hire him as part of the team.

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

♪ If you stop ♪

♪ To catch your breath ♪

Hey, darlin', it's me.

So if we're gonna pull this off, Jeannie,

there's something I need you to do.

♪ ...At your heels ♪

♪ You may find That loneliness ♪

♪ Is indeed ♪

♪ Your oldest friend ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Thank you. Thank you.

JEANNIE ANDERSON: Whether you accept or reject the reality of that thing,

it's not important right now. What is important...

is that when they ask you,

and they will definitely ask you

about that meeting with Holly Gibney,

please don't mention anything about shape shifters

or El Cucos or anything that might sound supernatural.

Okay?

Otherwise...

I can do that.

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

♪ You may awake ♪

♪ In the night ♪

♪ And wonder who you are ♪

♪ If you don't turn on The light ♪

♪ You may remain a lost star ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

What I've come to tell you today, Mrs. Maitland...

is that there have been certain developments

in the Frankie Peterson homicide case.

Some new avenues of inquiry have opened.

We're reopening the case.

What about your slam dunk forensics?

Well, we reexamined the perp DNA

we got from the crime scene and discovered that

what we actually had was a mixture of samples,

perp and the victim,

which makes it unreliable in court.

Girls, I need you to go upstairs, please.

On Monday, I'm holding a press conference

to announce the reopening of the investigation...

and to officially go on record regarding the dropping

of charges against Terry Maitland.

Your family has suffered enough,

and I just want to do whatever I...

Because of your pending lawsuits against me and my office...

I have to refrain from telling you

what is in my heart.

I completely understand.

(SIGHS)

MAYA MAITLAND: Was he mean to you?

No, my love, he wasn't mean to me.

Flying or driving?

HOLLY: Driving.

About ten hours, right? Chicago?

-Yeah. -Ten hours?

I have a couple of stops I have to make along the way.

RALPH: You know, I wouldn't mind teaming up again,

the opportunity ever arose.

I mean, preferably on something simple

like a gangland triple homicide. Something like that.

When I was in the caves,

El Cuco asked me, uh, why I was so open

to believing in its existence.

My father was ex-military and when I was little,

he would say, "A man knows a man."

Well, if I had the time to think in that cave

and the inclination to answer that thing,

I would have said...

"An outsider knows an outsider."

(DEEPLY INHALES)

Holly. What else is out there?

(SIGHS)

RALPH: I never told you but... I saw Derek.

He... spoke to me.

-JEANNIE: What did he say? -RALPH: Well, it--

it wasn't Derek, so...

Ralph-- Tell me what he said. Just humor me.

He said that I need to let him go.

Let him go?

-Well, fat chance of that. -(CHUCKLES)

I don't know.

I like to think the way this whole experience...

cracked the world open.

Maybe the next time he appears,

maybe it's gonna be the real Derek.

Or maybe after a few years pass,

many more years,

we'll just go visit him.

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

♪ (SINISTER MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(HOLLY GASPS)

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

♪ (DISTORTED MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

FEMALE DJ: "Get Out and Get It". That's Devon Gilfillian.

Before that, Janis Joplin with "Get It While You Can",

and a song of the same name by Robert Finley

right before that on the show.

Now, here's an obscure little gem

for all your audiophiles out there.

This is a Dixieland revival romp,

peaking at number two on the Billboard Hot 100, 1963,

and it's one of my personal favorites.

Here it is.

♪ ("WASHINGTON SQUARE" BY THE VILLAGE STOMPERS PLAYING) ♪