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Uh, do you want anything else?

Lonnie's asking to cut the oven. Oh, geez, Frank, it's late. I'm sorry. I can

get out of here early.

No, no, no. Stay as long as you like.

I like having you here.

Thank you.

It's a 38 special, right?

That's a service uniform from, uh, early 70s? What?

1873?

It's a cold case from the university archives.

Just helping them out.

You hitting the wall?

I am.

Of course not.

I still don't know how you can eat and look at that stuff.

Yeah, kind of weird, huh?

I'll get you the refill.

Thanks, Frank.

This is Dr. Megan Garland, forensic anthropologist, Creighton Institute of

Science.

It's case LO2-10, February 12, 2025.

personal effects. They found a journal in his backpack.

It's soaked in bodily fluids, but some of it's still legible.

Looking for writing characteristics of a black-tanded individual.

Let's see.

Things became clearer out here. Just me and the trees.

Something, I know who I am.

I think I understand.

Maybe not. Either way, I hope that you're...

Want me to box that up?

Our goal here at the body farm is to study decomposition by recreating every

which way you might find a body. What we learn helps officers like you solve

crimes faster, and we've done our job.

So we have some above ground like these in cages, others in shallow water.

Some are buried, they call them either wet, wrapped in plastic, or stored in

the trunk of a car.

Now my career, I've had to write deep bodies based off bits you wouldn't even

know were bone.

But now, thanks to advanced technology and the 3D printer in our lab, we can

predict and extrapolate an entire skull based off of a fragment of an eye socket

not much bigger than your fingernail.

Now, I know this sounds like magic, but I assure you it isn't.

We hold ourselves to a rigorous standard here.

It's actually pretty darn cool.

At a very basic level, my job is about understanding someone's life in reverse.

No. Every dead body has secrets.

They just don't speak the way you and I do.

There's a police chief, Aiden Marks, here to see you.

Send this person in. All right. Can I take over? Yeah, sure.

How's it going?

I think he's ready for the maggots. The maggots. I'll miss the maggots. Have

fun, you guys.

Oh, God, please, for God's sake.

You make it so comfortable. As you can see, our hunting doesn't quite extend

our own.

How can I help you?

Well, Dr. Garland, I... Oh, Meg.

Yeah, really, no need to be so funny.

About a month ago, we found three bodies at a house on the coast of Leicester

Bay.

Two bodies were a mother and her six-year-old girl.

The third body didn't quite belong,

so we ran its DNA.

And to be clear, this is why I'm here today.

The third body is your father.

I was four.

I hate to hear that.

But something has brought him back, and... Well, I was hoping you might come

take a look for yourself.

No, um, no, I don't think I'd be any help here.

Well, the truth is we're actually in a bit of a loss here, and we really

benefit from your expertise.

I appreciate that you drove all the way out here, but I... I hear you. It's just

you have insights that would really do me... Okay, I can't help you with this.

This man doesn't mean anything to me.

What did you say to him?

You're not transferring me. You don't understand.

He had a gift that he didn't really match.

No!

I don't know, maybe at the Ashford's house.

Can you fix it? And the gold's worth more than the parts.

We're not scrapping Grandpa's watch.

This is Ian.

Man.

Oh, of course. No, no, no, it's not too late.

Dr. Garland, I'm Lieutenant Marks. I'm sorry for your family's loss.

Oh, it's got nothing to do with it.

Just here to look at a body.

The chief is waiting for you inside.

He tells me you're the best at what you do.

Oh, thank you. You're Ian's dad?

That I am.

Right this way.

Thank you. This is our coroner, Joe Radden. Hello.

Right over here. Okay.

Stacey Ashford, 37.

Our daughter, Rebecca Ashford, 6 years old.

What's left of the kids in the pen.

Cause of death on both severe hemorrhaging, bite and claw lacerations

consistent with an animal attack.

Frankly, he's too weak.

This one, though.

Left untouched by whatever attacked those two.

Peter Stump, 64.

Found in the same location, about 100 yards away in the field out back.

No evidence of any connection between the two parties, and the decomposition

shows that Stump was dead for quite a while before the Ashfords were even

attacked. So what are you thinking?

Predator comes out of the woods, smells a dead body, maybe he's got cubs.

Ashfords are in the wrong place at the wrong time.

So how does he fit in that story?

That we don't know.

Your mom filed a missing persons report in 91 when we ran his DNA lead to your

state profile.

That's about all we got.

Any idea where he ran off to?

What makes you think I remember looking?

How long have you had him?

About four weeks.

No formalin. How are you keeping him preserved?

Go on.

Good afternoon.

It's unusual.

But, you know, bodies decay differently depending on the conditions.

Cause of death, asphyxiation.

The elongated neck and the swelling in the feet means that he was hanging there

for quite a while.

It's probably suicide, but you can't rule out the possibility that it was

someone else. Okay. None of this is new. Right.

Please. The mummified skin here and here show impressions of a carpet pattern,

which means he was in a late stage of decay when he fell.

For real?

If the news broke.

or if his neck stretched long enough to slip out of the room.

His body tissue was probably seeping at that point.

You drop a wet towel on the ground and let it dry. It holds its shape.

All of this is to say he died inside somewhere.

He decomposed for approximately 30 days, but I need to do a PMI to be sure.

And only then did someone move his body into that funeral.

Hey.

Hey.

State lab's backed up for months.

Fish and wildlife something for God knows what out in the woods. And I have

the slightest idea how this man's body factors into any of it.

I have to open up again.

Oh, absolutely not.

It's your fucking father, Ian.

You say he's not family.

This is his home.

8.45 p.m. March 13th, 2025.

This is the second autopsy of Peter Stump found on the morning of February

15th.

For the purposes of full transparency, this is Dr. Megan Garland and his

biological daughter.

Subject has an identified tattoo on his left palm.

Approximately...

Four inches in diameter.

She healed scar on the upper right shoulder at the base of the buttock.

Consistent with the gunshot wound.

Initial evidence suggests these wounds were not self-inflicted.

You think he was tortured?

This was an initial examination, but he has electrical and thermal burns all

over his hands.

There's serious trauma on the joints, and these are not post-mortem injuries.

This was done to him when he was alive.

Maybe he killed himself before someone else could.

Anything about the tattoo?

Most think it's towards the surface.

Linework is shoddy. He's right-handed. That he probably gave to himself.

One of my guys is into this sort of stuff.

Thinks it might have to do with some kind of old religious symbol.

Well, you'd need corroborating evidence.

Where and how a body is found can tell us as much as the remains themselves.

Was there anything that suggested ritualism at the site?

No.

But why don't I show you where we've been on the body in the morning?

Okay.

Rocks of gold.

Any chance we're still inactive electrical current?

No, the railroad's been out of service at the cannery post.

Oh.

What's on your mind?

Maggots.

Peter Stone's body should have been covered with them.

We've had cases of dead power line workers that come out clean.

Insects won't go near a static electric field.

Well, it would have been raining for three days straight.

Rather than saying it would have washed away the bugs.

Yeah, I read his report.

like to officially be added to the case, with your permission.

Yeah, I would like that. Yeah, we'll make a few calls.

Okay.

You want to grab a bite, talk through it?

The insect succession wasn't merely disrupted, it was non-existent.

So there's really no electrical current by those train tracks, and there's only

two explanations for why there's no bugs in that line.

Either one, he died in decomposed frozen or submerged in water, which according

to the remains we know is not the case, or two, he died in a sealed environment.

Some places the flies couldn't access, they couldn't lay their eggs, and there

were no larvae. But if that's the case, then that body had to have been placed

where you found it. I mean, no more than material and acidic decom only.

Most of the VOCs already released.

Gas emissions around day 25 would be...

God damn it. I'm so sorry.

What? Listening seems like a good example.

No, no, no, it's not that. I just, um... You know, if he had

come to my house or called me, I could have dismissed him, but... God, he just

had to come back like this, didn't he?

Dead.

It's the only way you pay attention to him.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

You know, shutting him down when he was alive would have been my choice, but now

I'm seeing things, seeing him.

I don't have a say.

Our records show your mom lives close.

Is she going with all this?

She's not.

I haven't told her yet.

Look,

when he left, he didn't just vanish. He took everything.

Right? The car.

Their entire life savings.

She lost the house. She had to file for bankruptcy.

I mean, my mom didn't take jobs out of interest. She took whatever paid and

clawed her way back out. I mean, she erased him from our lives, and I don't

blame her.

Anything that I know, I have pieced together bit by bit over the years.

And now finding out that he's been alive this whole time?

I just... I don't know how she's going to receive that.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't be telling you this. It's very unprofessional.

No, no.

Your openness isn't a knock against your credentials. If anything, it's a show of

strength.

You know, my dad and my grandpa always had issues.

My dad barely even let them in the house.

But, uh, that's one night I must have been I think about

eight years old.

My grandpa sneaks in the back door, tiptoes through the house, comes up the

stairs and pulls me out of my bed, still in my pajamas, puts me in the passenger

seat of his cruiser. I got another cop.

Yeah.

But at the time, I barely knew what that meant.

I barely knew the man.

So he takes me on this ride along.

And we're out all night.

Now, nothing crazy happens, right? But I'm still, I'm mesmerized.

The lights at night, empty streets, static on the radio.

I was hanging with my grandpa.

I get back just before the sun comes up.

But before I get out, he gives me his watch.

And he tells me, I hope you never think of me the way your old man does.

Never told my dad about that night.

How I got the watch.

Yeah, some things just get heavier the longer we carry them.

I'll go see Radiman tonight.

Maybe he missed something about those maggots.

a couple of months ago, maybe.

Okay,

I've been going through his personal records.

At least for the last 30 years, I can't find anything. I mean, there's no tax

filings, there's no bank accounts, there's no criminal records.

Where are you, Meg?

Uh, Lester Bay.

I'm helping the police. I didn't want to get involved, but they just seemed like

they were in so much trouble.

You shouldn't give that man an ounce of your time. I know,

Mom. It wasn't. I just thought that. I can't talk about it.

Radom, the last time you can't leave the furnace unattended.

I found something, Joe. I gotta talk to you.

Come in.

Joe?

Anything I can do?

Peter Stump's body is ash. You can go home.

I can work with ash.

It's about done if you want to take a look.

You can put it on my desk.

So the guy's unaccounted for for 34 years he

hangs himself somewhere and A few weeks later, his body turns up in the mud next

to the murder.

Well, that's fucking weird.

I know.

All these fractures.

Like his head ruptured from the inside out.

This is why you've been a mess at work.

You can't get away from this, can you?

First thing you told me when I started working for you was that it's not about

how they died.

It's about how they lived.

Listen, I'm still getting situated down here.

They got me the station down in the basement, but there's no smoke

inhalation on Ian.

Throat and lungs came back clean.

The fire didn't kill him.

Did you find anything else?

Yeah.

Bite marks.

Like the others.

you should go yeah i got things covered here you can go

Were you worried? I didn't know.

I didn't want to do this here.

What are you doing?

The photo I took of her back last night.

It allows us to see breathing that might not be visible to the naked eye.

These are incisions.

These are contusions.

Now, I have triple checked my work, but this bruising shouldn't be there.

The incisions are bite marks from something non-human.

But this is a sequence of human teeth.

You're telling me you can think of your son as this?

In 1949, 30 tribesmen died in the village of New Ghana.

The bodies were terribly mutilated. The villagers were convinced that they were

hunting stockidiles.

But then six months later, they find out.

Six months later, they find out that it's rival tribe using weapons made in

the jawbones of crocodiles.

Their instincts weren't wrong. They just weren't looking at it in the right way.

We've had four victims, none of which could have an open casket. And you're

saying it wasn't done by an animal. This was done by a man.

Just three of them.

Excuse me?

We live in the weird hell in three of them. We have no idea where Peter Stump

died or where he's been since he disappeared. Look, I wasn't entirely

honest with Ratterman when I said I didn't go looking for him.

I looked once, but my mom just... I think she knows something.

But she won't talk to me about him.

Maybe she talked to you.

You got that look in your eyes.

You got something to say. Just say it.

I'm just trying to understand what happened, Mom.

Your father abandoned us.

That's what happened.

I know.

I know. I know he's a bad guy. I know he probably deserves it, but that doesn't

mean I don't want to know.

Look around you.

This is... The life that we created together.

Not the one that he took from you.

I can't tell you how much I ached for him to come back.

But he didn't.

Because we meant nothing to him.

God damn it, Meg. I thought we'd already gone through this.

You come over here. I haven't seen you for weeks.

With some guy asking about your father? God damn it. Even in death, he's fucking

himself.

It's not fair.

I get it.

Losing family, it's not fair.

But helping us remembering him for just this one minute will not betray what

you've done for your daughter.

and I met on the sea.

He was an engineer.

I was a geophysicist.

We worked together on an oil rig.

But it wasn't unusual for people to take off for...

weeks at a time, so I didn't think anything of it.

And then after he disappeared, these two cops showed up and

wanted to know if a guy named Lou Bishop worked with him.

Did he know him? I never heard of the guy.

And they said that they didn't know if that had anything to do with him.

is walking out on us.

And he never looked into it?

No. No.

Because if he was involved in anything criminal, I wanted nothing to do with

that.

He had a little girl.

I... I changed our names.

And I never said his name again. And that's all there is to it, okay?

I didn't do much from it, but if there's anything, it'll be in here.

She cares about you, you know.

It's like that fluorescent bruising.

Can't see it, but it's there.

open up for a third view?

No.

I imagine Ian had a few of these tucked under his bed.

You guys weren't always close?

My son wanted to be a cop, just like my old man.

I opposed.

He resented.

I don't know what he needed.

But I knew what he didn't need and that was a dad who said no.

So.

And then I joined them.

You know, I've been meaning to ask.

Do you think this is an awfully big coincidence with you? You know, you're a

lot of work.

We have such things as a coincidence.

Our dog ran away the night he left.

And then a couple weeks later, I found her dead, just decomposing on the side

of the road.

And I couldn't understand why he would just leave us, but that was just right

there.

I don't know.

I guess I had to choose between following

what just disappears in the wind, or what came during the battle.

I don't know what I'm even doing.

with you, studying what's tangible.

And that's not a coincidence. It's a direct result of what he started.

So this is a little bushy.

Photograph was taken in his 20s before the injuries.

Guy was a groundskeeper at a church.

He was out walking to pass his dog in the middle of the night when he got

attacked by something.

By the time the EMTs got to him, his heart had stopped. He was missing half a

face. Doctors said he had no brain activity for a few minutes. They revived

him in the ER, but he slipped into a coma for about six weeks.

We're two hours south in Oakland County.

Then he wakes up to realize he's paralyzed from the waist down and

they've amputated his right arm.

127 reconstructive surgeries, face and limb transplants rejected by the body.

Hell, I was... Guy wakes up just to find he's looking like Frankenstein.

Frankenstein's a monster.

They ever find what did it?

Unsolved. Only witness was the dog.

But get this, the date he was attacked, August 26, 1991.

The day Peter Stump went missing.

Exactly. So, if the thing that attacked Lou Bishop in 91 is the same thing

that's doing it now, then he's the only one we know to survive it.

He moved to Western Bay a few years after the attack.

The guy's still alive.

Willie?

Open up.

Can I help you? I hope so.

I'm looking for Mr. Lou Bishop.

You live here?

Lou Bishop.

Um, no. Should I know him?

Well, it's the address we have for him on file.

What's your name?

Oh, my name is Daniel Webb.

Well, Daniel, do you mind if we come inside and talk?

Like I said, I don't have anything else to offer.

All right, well, I have your number.

Now you have mine.

Give us a call if that name rings a bell.

Thanks.

I'll call Hope and John, see if they got anything on Bishop.

Bishop.

This is the 911 call the night he was found.

What's your name, sir?

Mine? Yes, who am I speaking with?

Uh, Glendon Mathers.

Okay, Glendon, do you know how this man got injured?

Well, I mean, go back to bed.

I'm going to take that Peter Stone.

How do you know that?

Because that's the night that he left.

The little girl at the end is me.

Then you run the names Clinton Mathers and Peter Stone through the system, see

if we can enhance.

When you came out west, my

pops, he got old beard, he got into that sovereign citizen militia nonsense.

This took content out of the middle of nowhere, so I know what it's like to try

and live off the grid.

You know the one thing you can't do without it?

The goddamn post office.

Next, stay in the car.

We got a body in the building. Driver said he heard something inside.

It's not what it looks like. That's the only explanation.

You can go ahead and book it.

The blood on Snump's body is going to match the woman over there.

Suggesting what?

He's dead.

Someone else had to move it there.

She's right.

There had to be a third party.

Somebody planted it.

Meg, could we be dealing with something else here?

I don't know, like the tribe thing, something else.

I'm telling you this shit is witchcraft.

Witchcraft?

That's your theory? As a medical professional?

So then what does that mean? Because I was born, and what the fuck that is in

there?

I need you to run an age progression up your stump skull.

The x-ray should already be loaded in the system. Just see what prints.

Name was wrong.

Just, uh, check if there's any abnormalities, okay?

We're okay.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

What are you doing here?

Uh, nothing. I was just leaving, actually.

Hey, wait.

Hey.

Marks, hey, yeah, that guy that we saw on the bishops, he's parked at the road

at the back of the property. Get in your car now.

No, no, no. Hey, quickly. Where are you going?

Get out of the car.

Hey!

Who are you going to run me over? Get out of the car!

Any units not seen, we'll redirect you to the back access room. Possible

suspect is revealed.

Meg? You alright?

Yeah. Driver, show me your hands. Show me your hands.

There's someone in the back of the car.

Who's in the back?

Oh, they're in the back.

Blake!

Tell him to come out.

He can't do that.

Open it.

Let's go. Okay. Let's go. Okay.

He keeps looking at his watch.

Right. So there's this private post center down by the coast. They went to

the APO box to look into the matters.

The manager said he's been a customer for years.

A couple weeks back, they're closing up. They smell something awful. They go in

the box. They open up the package, and it's a bag of rotting blood.

Medical bags?

Like for an IV with hoses is what she said. I don't know what you tell me,

but... Every P.O. box requires a contract, so I had to dig that up.

There's an address.

So if Lennon Mathers really is Peter Stone, then he's been living 20 minutes

down the road.

Let's find out what this guy knows.

He never mentioned the name Peter Stone.

No, I never heard of him.

That's what you said about your father. I'm like, where we are now.

Yeah, your point is?

How about the name Glennon Mathers?

Yeah, that's the guy they called on the night they found my dad.

We've been looking for that guy for years. You know who that is.

Meg? Real quick, what is the number of the oil platform you and Peter Stump

worked on?

Find out what attacked him.

I was a kid when it happened to him.

We said it was an animal.

You know that? He was pronounced dead at the scene when he fell.

Coma. Full blood transfusion.

He didn't have a surgery for years.

Sometimes I feel like asking if he felt it was worth it.

I wanted to apologize for how we left things.

Still won't be here any second.

I'm going to have his body down in the basement.

If you want to come in, I'll look.

Look, regardless, he... He still kept searching for it, right? He said he had

these recurring nightmares ever since he was attacked.

Like, I don't know. He was trapped in a cage in a basement somewhere. I don't

know. And then two months ago, he said the dreams were different. That he

was out of the cage. I don't know, sir.

I'm not saying that I endorse any of this. I'm just... He's my dad.

I'm trying to give him peace.

Listen, I've told you everything.

And I'm sorry that I blinded you at the door. I apologize, but... Are we being

arrested? Because if not, I need to take my dad anytime.

Dad! Dad!

Daniel! You're letting him go.

I have to let him go. Meg, stop. I gotta let him go.

What does this mean?

When do you think it's happening?

Meg,

let him go.

Tell him to let her go.

Let him go.

Don't call an ambulance. It's fine. This happens every full moon.

Tell me I'm here.

Okay? He thinks he was attacked by a werewolf, right? He thinks they're

connected. He sees what he sees.

I have this.

Huh?

Thank you.

come to the school.

Open your eyes, you squeeze really hard, okay?

She was right.

She was right all along.

I'm sorry, Dad.

You said that he sees what it sees, that they're tethered somehow.

Yeah, yes.

I need complete transfer.

Those are his words. That he didn't become it, but that it's still in him.

Lou.

Lou, you hear me?

I need your help.

Lou, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry about my father. That I brought you here. That I didn't believe

you. I'm sorry.

Please, I need your help.

Where is it going?

Now,

stand by with K-9 units and set up a perimeter along Route 18, Route 20.

We're heading out to look at a house where we think it might be hidden.

So, uh, we're on the same page here.

There were no maggots on the body because they said it wasn't dead.

Talking about a creature that can survive, dormant inside its host.

Transformation even after death.

You good with that?

What did mom tell me, huh?

I think she wanted me to know what to do if I ever saw him again.

We know this thing's gonna revert back, right?

Why don't we just wait?

Burn the corpse in the morning.

How many more people die before then?

Look, Peter's tongue kept it in vain for 30 years.

The answer to how he did that's in that house.

All right, fuck it.

Yeah.

to my gums because the gums will absorb this rat.

What is he looking for down in the ocean?

And so I'm hopeful.

You search through those.

We'll take another pass through the house. Let's go.

There's hundreds of these. How do I... I

shot myself in the leg.

With a silver bullet, I shot myself in the shoulder.

Just caused infection.

What do you think of this point?

Isn't it so?

I want to know why this transformation wasn't complete. I guess it was

an instant blood transfusion.

It's the smell of some funky, sticky putrescine.

Hey, so

I

guess I'm gonna have to do this every month.

I would assume after here.

Won't be long before I have someone here.

We got nothing.

You?

Tried everything.

Nothing worked.

This was a mistake.

We shouldn't have come here. We have to go. We have to go right now.

Marks, come on. Meg, look at this.

Watch it, Peter. Let's go.

Indeed.

It's a month before we found her.

Lenny, we're coming out. Bring the car around.

Two minutes.

Lenny, you reading this?

Probably the last time you see me sitting in this chair.

Sometimes my mind just

travels away from this time.

It feels like...

What is that?

I'm so fucking tired.

I think I'm all finished with most things. I just have one final option.

Joanie, I love you, baby.

I need you to know.

I hope you know.

I'm not a monster.

I did everything I could to come back.

I did everything I could to come back home.

I need you.

I'm so proud of you.

I'm so, so, so proud of you, baby.

I love you so much.

Lord, I think I heard it.

Thank you.

I'm guessing that door's not gonna hold till dawn.

We gotta find a way out.

We gotta move.

Three to three central, this is Mars.

Three to three central, this is Mars.

Anybody reading this?

You gotta let go of the bar.

You gotta let go of the bar.

I was certain that if I killed myself, the werewolf would die as well.

Not so, Pete. Run again.

Werewolf doesn't mean a living body to keep on living.

It's going to run, man.

It's going to run.

It's going to hide. It's going to hide until the next woman.

And it's going to kill again.

You're going to have to lure it to you, Meg.

Whatever you do, you must outlast it until the sun comes out.

And if you lose it, this will never end.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Little Bishop, I know you better than you know me.

These unfortunate circumstances.

I really just wanted you to know everything.

Thank you.

Can you look?

Don't jinx me now.

Friday,

May 1st, 2026.

This is Dr. Megan Garland.

I have increased the aconitum concentration by 50%. If that fails,

then he'll be imprisoned in his condition for yet another month.