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Want anything else?

Lonnie's about to close the kitchen.

It's late, huh.

Sorry.

I... I can just leave.

Oh, no, no.

Take your time. I'm glad you're here.

Thank you.

Point 38 Special, right?

That's a uniform from the early '70s, I think.

Yeah, 1973.

An old case in the university archives.

I was helping them out.

So stubborn.

Not yet.

You're good.

You can still eat looking at that?

Yeah, weird, isn't it?

I'll top you up.

Thanks, Frank.

All right.

I'm Dr. Megan Garland, forensic anthropologist

at the Cryta Institute of Science.

Case number L02-10.12, Feb 2025.

The remains are male, approximately 17 to 21 years old.

Asymmetrical skeletal structure indicates the left arm

was stronger with larger joint surfaces,

particularly the humerus and wrist.

This indicates left-handedness.

Listen to me, sweetheart.

Trust me. I won't leave you again.

I've seen the light now.

This is another life without you.

Found one notebook

in his backpack.

It's soaked with bodily fluids,

but some of it is still legible.

Looking for handwriting

from someone who was left-handed.

Let's see.

"It's clearer here. Just me and the trees."

And then... "I know who I am...

I think you understand, but maybe not.

Anyway, I hope you're proud of me."

Want it to go?

No, don't.

I'm not hungry anymore.

February 2025. February 15, 2025.

Ian.

Did you find Dad?

Something else.

27 days later.

Our goal here is to study decomposition

by simulating every condition

of the bodies we find.

If what we know helps them solve cases faster,

that means we've done our job.

We might find a body in a cage on the ground like this,

or other bodies in shallow water.

Some are buried. Follow me this way.

Wrapped in plastic or kept in a car trunk.

My job is to identify the dead

from fragments we don't even know are bone.

But now, with advanced technology and 3D printers,

we can predict and reconstruct the skull structure

from fragments of the eye socket, whose size

is barely bigger than our fingernail.

I know it might sound like magic,

but I assure you it's not.

We here adhere to strict standards.

Honestly, it's pretty cool.

Basically, my job is to understand

a person's life.

Every body has secrets.

But they just can't speak like us.

Excuse me a moment.

What is it?

A detective named Ian Mark is here to see you.

Okay.

He says it's personal.

Oh, really?

Can you take over?

Sure. How's it going?

Colin seems a little squeamish.

Think he's ready for maggots?

Yeah, right. I've never seen maggots.

Have fun, everyone.

Hi.

Dr. Megan Garland. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Oops, let me move this chair.

Oh, no.

Make yourself comfortable.

As you can see, we don't get enough funding to buy everything

for the office.

So how can I help?

Dr. Garland, I...

Meg. Call me Meg.

No need to be so formal.

About a month ago...

we found three bodies in a house on the Leicester Bay coast.

Two were a mother and her 6-year-old daughter.

The bodies were torn apart.

Can you guess what did it?

No.

The third body didn't fit, so we ran DNA.

And that's why I came here today.

The third body... is your father.

Can I see?

Go ahead.

This is him?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

No need. He left when I was four.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But something brought him back, and...

- I thought you might want to see for yourself. - Oh, no.

I don't think I can help you.

Oh.

The truth is, we're pretty stuck right now.

And your expertise would help us a lot.

Thank you for coming all this way, but I...

I understand.

But you might have insight we can really use.

Okay, I can't help you with this.

He means nothing to me.

Hey.

Ian asked me to give you this.

In case you change your mind.

Okay, just put it on the desk.

Did you say something to him?

I told him to cremate the body.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Damn it.

911, what's your emergency?

He's... he's covered in blood.

No, don't transfer me.

You don't... you don't understand.

Get there now. He's... he's barely alive.

No!

Meg, go back to bed.

It's hunting Dad.

Is someone there with you? I can't hear you.

You don't know how it broke?

No idea. Maybe at the Ashford house.

Can it be fixed?

Gold costs several times more than the parts, Ian.

We are not throwing away Grandpa's watch.

I'm Ian.

Meg.

Oh, no, no.

It's not too late.

Yes, I can meet tomorrow.

Great. See you then.

Dr. Garland?

I'm Lieutenant Mark.

I'm sorry for your family's loss.

Oh, my family has nothing to do with this.

I'm just here to examine the body.

The chief is waiting inside.

He said you're the best in the field.

Oh, thank you. Are you Ian's father?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

This way, please.

Hey.

- Meg, come in. - Hi.

This is medical examiner Joe Ratterman.

Hi.

- Hello. - Nice to meet you. I'm Meg.

This way.

Okay.

Stacey Ashford, 37.

Daughter Rebecca Ashford, 6 years old.

The child's remaining parts are in the bin.

Cause of death: severe blood loss.

Bite and scratch marks appear consistent

with an animal attack.

Honestly, both bodies were bitten and eaten.

But this body wasn't touched by whatever attacked

those two.

Peter Stump, age 64.

Found in the same area, about 100 yards away,

in the field behind the house.

No evidence linking the two parties.

Both bodies indicate Stump died

some time before the Ashfords

were even attacked.

So what do you think?

A predator came out of the woods, smelled the dead body.

It might have cubs.

The Ashfords were in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

Then how is he connected to that?

That's what we don't know.

Your mother reported a missing person in 1991.

We found his DNA matches yours.

That's what we know.

Do you know where he went?

What makes you think I looked for him?

How long have you had his body?

About four weeks.

There's no formaldehyde smell.

How did you preserve him?

Tell her.

It's not necessary.

He's been like this the whole time.

What do you think?

Well...

It's not normal.

But bodies decompose differently

depending on the environment.

May I?

All right.

Cause of death is asphyxiation.

The stretched neck and swollen feet

mean his body was hanging for quite a while.

Likely suicide, but we can't rule out

murder.

Nothing new.

Ratterman, come on.

This mummified skin here and here

has marks like... carpet patterns.

That means he was fully decomposed when he fell.

"Fell"?

If the rope broke or the knot stretched too long

and slipped loose,

his body tissue would have already been mush.

Picture leaving a wet towel on the floor.

When it dries, it keeps its shape.

All of this suggests he died indoors

and his body decomposed for about 30 days.

To be sure, I'd need to autopsy again.

And then someone moved his body to that field.

Should I keep going?

Meg, the state lab has months of backlog.

Fish and Wildlife is hunting

something unknown in the woods.

And I have no idea how this man's body is connected to any of this.

I'll need to autopsy him again.

No way.

That's your father, Ian.

Hey.

You told him he wasn't family.

Go ahead.

Son of a bitch.

I'll deal with Ratterman myself.

He may not be very polite,

but remember, this is his turf.

Okay.

See if you find anything else.

20:45, March 13, 2025.

This is the second autopsy for Peter Stump,

found on the morning of Feb 15.

For transparency,

I am Dr. Megan Garland, his biological daughter.

The deceased has an identifying tattoo on his left palm,

about 4 inches in diameter.

There's a scar on the upper right shoulder

near the clavicle,

consistent with a gunshot wound.

The ribs appear to have been broken and healed dozens of times.

Or maybe more.

Preliminary evidence suggests these wounds

were not self-inflicted.

Do you think he was tortured?

Well, this is a preliminary exam,

but he has electrical and thermal burns all over his hands.

Joint damage is severe.

These are not postmortem wounds.

He was subjected to this while alive.

Or he may have killed himself before someone else killed him.

Anything about the tattoo?

Most of the ink is on the surface.

Poor work, done with the right hand.

Believe he tattooed himself.

One of my guys is into this kind of thing.

Thinks it might be connected

to some ancient religious symbol.

You'd need more evidence to confirm.

The location and condition of the body tell us a lot,

as much as the remains themselves.

Was there anything at the scene suggesting ritual?

No.

Nothing.

Then how about tomorrow I take you to where we found the body?

Sounds good.

Yeah.

The marks look old.

Any chance the electricity is still running?

No.

The railway shut down when the cannery closed.

What are you thinking?

Maggots.

Peter Stump's body should have been crawling with maggots.

There was a lineman's body

with no maggots,

because insects won't go near static electricity.

It rained for three days straight.

Ratterman said the rain must have washed the insects away.

I know. I read his report.

I want to officially join this case.

With your approval.

Sure, I'd like that.

Great. I'll call the department.

Excellent.

Want to grab something to eat? Keep talking?

The maggots or insects weren't disturbed and gone.

They were never there.

So if there's no electricity

on the train tracks,

there are only two explanations for why

the body had no insects.

One, he died and decomposed while the body was sealed,

or the body was submerged in water, in which case

we know it wasn't.

Or two,

he died in a closed environment, a place

where flies couldn't get in and lay eggs,

so there were no maggots.

If that's the case, the body

must have been placed where you found it

not much longer than...

I mean, decomposed by bacteria and acids only.

Most organic matter has already evaporated.

Gas release around day 25 should be at two or three...

Damn, I'm really sorry.

What? I'm listening.

It's progressing well.

No, no.

That's not what I meant. I just...

Like, if he came to my house or called me,

I would've told him to go to hell.

He had to come back like this?

Dead?

Guess that's the only way to get your attention.

Cutting him off while he was alive

was my choice, but now seeing all this,

seeing him...

I don't know what to say.

The records say your mom lived near this area too.

How did she handle it?

No, I haven't told Mom.

I know. I know.

Like, when he left us, he didn't just disappear.

He took everything.

The car, all my mom's life savings.

She lost the house, had to file for bankruptcy.

She didn't get to choose jobs she liked.

Anything that paid, she took.

And struggled until she got on her feet.

She erased him from our lives.

And I don't blame her.

Everything I know, I pieced together myself,

bit by bit over the years.

And now knowing he lived all this time,

I just... don't know how Mom will take this news.

Sorry.

I shouldn't have told you all that.

It's not professional at all.

No.

It doesn't make you less credible.

If anything, it shows how strong you are.

You know, my dad and grandpa never got along.

Dad barely let Grandpa step in the house.

But then... one night,

I was maybe...

eight, I think. Grandpa snuck in

through the back door.

Came up the stairs, shook me awake

in my pajamas, took me to sit in the passenger seat

of his patrol car.

Oh my God, he was a cop too?

Yeah.

But back then I barely knew what that meant.

I hardly knew him.

He took me on patrol.

All night, together.

Nothing bad happened.

But I just... I was amazed.

The lights at night, the empty streets,

the static from the radio.

Just getting to spend time with Grandpa.

We got back just before sunrise.

But before I got out, Grandpa took off his watch

and said,

"I hope you don't think of me the way your father does."

I never told Dad about that night,

how I got the watch.

It gets heavier and heavier

if we carry it too long.

Anyway, I'm going to see Ratterman.

Maybe he overlooked something about the maggots.

Hey, sweetie.

Mom, listen.

I have something to tell you.

About my father.

The police found him.

Alive?

No.

How?

We don't know for sure yet.

It happened two or three months ago,

and it might be... suicide.

Mom.

I'm looking into his personal history.

And at least for the last 30 years,

I haven't found anything.

No tax filings, no bank accounts,

no criminal record.

Where are you, Meg?

Leicester Bay. I'm helping the police.

I didn't want to get involved, but

they were stuck, and...

You shouldn't...

Giving that man even a moment is a mistake.

Oh, no, no. I know, Mom.

I just thought...

I don't want to talk about this now.

Mom.

Ratterman!

Damn it.

Joe.

Last warning: don't leave the crematorium

without someone watching it.

Meg found something, Joe. We need to talk.

I'm coming in.

Ratterman.

Joe.

Joe.

Dispatch, this is Ian!

Shots fired at the funeral home!

Can I help at all?

Peter Stump's body is ashes now. Go home.

Ashes, I can still work with.

Get out!

19 days later.

The model print is almost done.

In case you want to see.

Just leave it on my desk. I'll look in the morning.

Hey, sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

Oh, come in, it's fine.

Hey. I thought you might need a friend.

Okay.

Hey.

You okay?

It's okay.

So he disappeared without a trace for 34 years.

He hanged himself somewhere, and a few weeks later

his body shows up in a muddy field next to a double murder.

Yeah.

That's fucked up.

It is.

Are those cracks?

Like his skull split from the inside out.

No wonder your work's been off lately.

Guess I can't avoid this forever, can I?

When I first started working with you,

you said the important thing isn't how we die,

but how we live.

I'm happy for you.

I think you'll be a great mom.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hey.

So, I'm still sorting things out here.

They sent me down to the basement.

But there's no sign Ian inhaled smoke.

No soot in his throat or lungs.

He didn't die from the fire. Find anything else?

There are bite marks, like the others.

Okay. Thanks, Ratterman.

All right.

Let's check these.

Closer.

Am I crazy?

No.

You go. I'll handle the rest here.

Go home.

Print it for me.

Sure.

Thank you.

I asked where you were. I didn't know.

I don't want to do this here.

What did you find?

This.

It's a photo of Rebecca Ashford I took

using fluorescent light.

It helps show bruises you can't see with the naked eye.

Here are cuts. Here are bruises.

I checked my work three times.

But these bruises shouldn't be there.

The cuts are bite marks from something nonhuman.

But this bite pattern is human teeth.

You're saying you think it was a person?

Well...

In 1949,

30 villagers in Uganda died.

The bodies were horrifically torn apart.

The villagers hunted

a crocodile.

Then six months later,

damn it.

Six months later they learned

it was a rival tribe using weapons

made from crocodile jaws.

Their instincts weren't wrong.

They just went the wrong way.

Our four victims, none of them

can have an open-casket funeral, and you're saying

"This wasn't an animal, it was a human"?

No, no. Three.

What?

We only know the location and manner of death for three.

We don't know where Peter Stump died.

Or where he was since he vanished.

Listen, I... didn't tell Ratterman the truth

when I said I never looked for him.

I did once, but my mom...

I think Mom knows something but won't tell me.

About him, about it.

Maybe she'll talk to you.

I... I told Megan I don't want anything to do with this.

Hi, Mom.

Oh, Meg.

Is peppermint okay?

Tea would be great. Peppermint is even better.

Thanks, sweetie.

Great.

The pink floral pattern is nice, Mom.

I'll take that one.

- Okay. - No, no, don't.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Is he going to stay?

Don't worry about him.

That look again.

If you have something to say, say it.

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

Your father left us.

That's what happened.

I know. I know.

I know he was bad and he deserved it.

But I still want to know what happened.

Look around, Meg.

This is the life we built together.

Not the life he took from you.

Like...

You don't know how long I waited for him to come back.

But he didn't come because we meant nothing to him.

Damn it, Meg.

I thought we were done talking about this.

I haven't seen you in weeks, and the moment I do,

you drag his name into it.

Look, even dead, he still causes trouble.

It's not fair.

I understand. Losing someone in the family isn't fair.

But if you help us, remember him for just a minute,

it won't betray what you did for your daughter.

Please, Mom.

Please.

Pete and I met at the sea.

He was an engineer.

I was a geophysicist.

We worked together on an oil rig.

But it wasn't unusual for someone to take leave.

One time for a week.

So I didn't think much of it.

But after he... disappeared,

two policemen came and asked

if a man named Lou Bishop worked with him.

Did I know him?

I'd never heard that name.

The police themselves didn't know if it was connected

to him leaving us.

You never looked into it?

No.

Because if he was involved in something illegal,

I didn't want any part of it.

I... I had a small daughter.

I... I changed our last name.

And never said his name again.

That's all there is to it. Okay?

All this time, Mom...

I don't keep much of his.

But if there's anything, it's in here.

Your mom cares about you.

Like a photo taken with fluorescent light.

At first glance you can't see it, but it's there.

Pretty mature for a 13-year-old, huh?

Oh, yeah.

I bet Ian has stuff like this under his bed.

You two aren't close, are you?

My son wanted to be a cop like my father.

I objected. He resented it. And then Lily died.

What he wanted was...

I don't know either.

What he wanted, I don't know.

But I knew he didn't want a father who always said no.

So...

I said yes.

And I followed him.

I've wanted to ask you something for a long time.

Yes?

Don't you think it's a huge coincidence?

You, and the work you do.

No. There's no such thing as coincidence.

Well... our dog ran away the night he left.

Two or three weeks later I found it dead.

Decomposing by the road.

And I didn't understand why he left us.

But that part was obvious.

I don't know.

Maybe because...

I had to choose... between chasing what vanished into thin air

or what was rotting right in front of me.

Doing what I do means studying what can be touched.

And that's not coincidence.

It's a direct result of what he started.

All right... this is Lou Bishop.

Taken in his 20s, before the injury.

He was a caretaker at a church.

He took the priest's dog out for a walk late at night

and was attacked by something.

By the time rescue arrived, his heart had stopped.

Half his face was gone.

Doctors said his brain had been inactive for a while.

He was revived in the ER but fell into a coma

for about six weeks.

Where?

Two hours south, in Oakland.

Then he woke up and found he was paralyzed

from the waist down, and doctors

amputated his limbs.

127 reconstructive surgeries.

His body rejected face and limb transplants.

Damn. This guy wakes up to find his face

looks like Frankenstein.

Frankenstein's monster. What was the cause?

Case unsolved.

Only witness was the dog.

But listen, the day he was attacked

was October 26, 1991.

The day Peter Stump disappeared.

Exactly. Because if the thing that attacked Bishop in 1991

is the same one doing this now,

then he's the only person we know who survived.

Two or three years after the attack, he moved to Leicester Bay.

He has to still be alive.

Police!

Open up.

Can I help you?

I guess so.

I'm looking for a man named Lou Bishop.

Is he here?

Lou Bishop... no.

Should I know him?

This is the address in his records.

What's your name?

Oh, I'm... Daniel Webb.

Can I come in and talk for a minute, Daniel?

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

All right. I have your number.

Now here's mine.

Call me if that name comes up.

Thanks.

He's lying.

Yeah.

I'll call Holcomb County for info on Bishop.

What do you want me to do?

Holcomb County sent everything on Lou Bishop.

The 911 call log from the night he was found.

911, what's your emergency?

You need to send an ambulance now.

Go to Holcomb Baptist Church.

There's a man there barely alive.

Behind the church on the south walkway.

Near the parking lot.

Okay.

Please hold while I transfer you to the local dispatcher.

No, don't transfer me.

You don't... you don't understand.

Get there now.

He's... he's barely alive.

What's your name?

My name?

Yes. Who am I speaking to?

The name's Glendon Mathers.

Okay.

Glendon, do you know how that man was hurt?

Dad.

Meg, go back to bed.

Glendon, I can't hear you.

It's hunting Dad.

Talk to me.

Don't hang up.

Is someone there with you?

That's his voice on the tape. Peter Stump.

How do you know?

Because the night he left,

the little girl on the line was me.

Lenny, run Glendon Mathers

and Peter Stump through the system.

See if anything comes up.

Just came in.

Another body was found.

I called around to help find Glendon Mathers.

Checked hospital records?

Ten hospitals in the surrounding area.

One baby born six years ago.

That's it.

I mean... no offense,

but I think your father

is a lot smarter than you think.

He avoided capture this long.

He knows which methods

are used to track people.

When we came out west, my dad...

he started getting weird.

Got into that sovereign citizen militia crap.

Then moved us to a camp in the middle of nowhere.

That's when I learned what living off the grid is like.

You know what you can't live without?

A post office.

Update code 10-54. Suspect may still be in the area.

Send all available units.

All right, get back in the car. We're leaving.

Meg, wait in the car. There's a body inside.

The driver said he heard something inside.

It's... not what it looks like.

That's the only explanation.

Go ahead, put it on the record.

The blood on Stump's body has to match that woman over there.

What are you saying? He's dead.

Someone else must have moved the body there.

She's right. There has to be a third party.

Someone staged this.

Meg, we're dealing with something else here.

Like what?

I don't know. Like a cult,

or something.

I'm telling you, this is occult.

Occult?

A medical professional concluding that?

Then what are you?

I was born from whatever the hell that thing is!

How is it?

Can you run an age reconstruction

of Peter Stump's skull for me?

The X-ray files should be loaded in the system.

See what prints out...

What's wrong, Meg?

Just... check for me if anything's abnormal.

Okay.

Thanks, Kate.

Okay, talk later. Bye.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

What are you doing around here?

Nothing. Actually, I was just leaving.

Hey, wait.

Hey.

Son of a bitch.

Mark, hey.

Yeah, that's the guy we saw at Bishop's house.

He just parked on the street behind the site.

Get here now.

Hey, no, no, no.

Hey, wait. Where are you going?

No, get out of the car.

Get out!

Hey!

Are you trying to run me over? Get out now!

Any unit on scene, get to the back street now.

Suspect may be in a red van.

Who's in the back?

Meg, are you okay?

Yeah.

All right, driver, hands up. Hands up.

There's someone in the back.

Who's in the back?

My dad's in there.

Police!

Tell him to come out.

He can't.

- Go open it. Hurry. - Okay.

- Now. - Okay.

He kept checking the time.

There's a private post office near the coast.

They rented a box to a man named Glendon Mathers.

Manager said he'd been a customer for years.

A few weeks ago, near closing,

they smelled something awful, so they opened it.

Inside the package was a bag of rotten blood.

A medical bag?

Like an IV bag with tubing.

If so, say so.

Now, every P.O. box requires a contract.

So I had them dig it up.

And this is the address.

So if Glendon Mathers is really Peter Stump,

he's only 20 minutes from here.

Let's find out what this guy knows.

Did he ever mention the name Peter Stump?

No, I... never heard that name.

When I asked about your dad, he said the same thing.

And look where we are now.

What are you getting at?

What if it's the name Glendon Mathers?

That's the man who called 911 the night the police found my dad.

We've been searching for him for years. Do you know who he is?

Did your dad know him personally?

Ever interact with him?

Can you remember anything about him?

Maybe you could try talking to Dad.

But he can't really talk much.

Because he has a breathing tube in his throat.

We communicate by writing notes or eye contact.

We can get some things across.

So do you think...

Do you know about the man who called 911

to report your dad was hurt?

Meg.

Find the number of the rig where Mom and Peter Stump

worked together.

K 2-1-8.

That's it. We've got an address.

Not sure it's his, but it's on the shore

right across from that rig.

...Thank you, Mom.

Did he ever... know what attacked him?

No, I was too young when it happened.

They said it was some kind of animal.

Do you know he was declared dead at the scene

when police found him?

Coma, full blood transfusion.

In and out of surgery for years.

I... sometimes...

I want to ask if he thinks it was worth it.

Worth what?

That he... survived.

Hey.

Hey.

I... I wanted to apologize for back then.

We ended things badly.

Stump's body is arriving soon.

I'll take it down to the basement.

In case you want to see.

Okay.

But even so, Dad... kept hunting it.

He said the same nightmares haunted him

since the day he was attacked.

Like... I don't know. Like he was trapped in a cage

in some basement.

I was... confused.

Then two months ago he said the dreams changed.

He said he was out of the cage.

So I started asking about the locations he...

Like, saw.

All we had to do was listen to the police scanner.

I know it sounds crazy.

Honestly, I don't agree with this stuff.

But...

He's my dad.

I just wanted him to calm down.

Look, I've told you everything.

And I'm sorry I lied to you at first.

I apologize, but are we under arrest here?

Because if not, I want to take my dad

and get out of here right now.

Dad!

Daniel.

No, I'm taking Dad.

Dad!

Daniel.

You're letting him go?

They're involved in this, Mark.

- Hey, wait! - I have to let him go.

Meg, don't. I have to let him go.

What did this to you? What do you think it was?

Hey, hey, Dad, calm down.

Don't do this here.

Dad.

Hey, hey, let her go.

Tell him to let her go.

Let go.

We need to go.

No, don't call an ambulance!

On full moons he gets like this.

He's just having a nightmare, okay?

He thinks he was attacked by a werewolf.

He thinks they're connected. He sees what it sees.

Come...

I've got him...

Dad, let her go. Please.

I'm here. Hey, Daniel.

Breathe deep.

What the hell?

Somebody help!

Help!

Help me!

Ratterman.

Three-D-Three Central.

It's only hunting Dad. Only Dad. Only Dad.

Anything that comes through the door, shoot it.

You okay?

My eyes.

Meg.

Meg!

Lenny.

Yeah, it's some kind of animal. Looks like a wolf.

Here, open your eyes.

And squeeze hard. Okay.

...on James Street.

All of them. How many do you have? All of them.

Give me everything you've got.

Are you hurt?

My dad was right.

He was right all along, but I didn't listen.

I... I'm sorry, Dad.

You said he... sees what it sees.

That he... has some connection to it.

Yes, yes.

An incomplete transmission...

That's what he said.

He said he... hasn't fully... become it.

But it's still inside him.

Lou.

Lou, can you hear me?

Help me, please.

Lou, I'm so sorry.

I'm really sorry about my father.

For bringing you here and not believing you.

Help me, please.

Where is it going?

Meg!

Meg.

Home...

Have K-9 ready and set up a perimeter.

Along routes 18 and 20.

We need to search a house

where it might be hiding.

All right, let's make sure we understand.

There were no maggots on the body

because the maggots could sense it wasn't dead.

We're talking about a creature that survives

by hibernating in the body it inhabits.

The host body dies, and it can still transform.

Are we clear?

How does that help me?

Hey.

Okay.

You know how to use it, right?

Mom taught me.

Guess she wanted me to know what to do

if I ever saw him again.

We know how. It has to return to its original form, right?

Why don't we wait until morning and burn the body?

How many more people will die before morning?

Listen, Peter Stump controlled it for 30 years.

The answer to how he did it is in that house.

Whatever. To hell with it.

Come on.

There's a generator in the back.

Let me see what I can do.

Activate online scanner.

Today is October 16, 1996.

Today I feel good because I learned

about...

Do you hear that?

...silver nitrate.

Used since the Old West,

late 1800s, in mining towns.

I found a way to grind these metal scraps

into a fine powder.

Crumbly like baking flour.

That fine.

So... I thought I'd try

rubbing it on my gums.

Because gums absorb this stuff very quickly.

A sea map.

He's searching for something under the sea.

Because I... just... have some hope.

Hey, look.

You search those.

We'll walk the house again.

Let's go.

There are hundreds. What am I supposed to...

I shot myself in the leg with a silver bullet.

Fuck.

And shot myself in the shoulder twice

with silver bullets.

The second one I let stay embedded.

Hoping that if left long enough, it would cause infection.

I thought by this point

the cure for this curse

wouldn't be silver. So I...

I feel like an idiot.

I've been trying to find info on Lou Bishop.

Followed leads, found partial medical records,

but same as before, dead end.

I want to know why his transformation

was incomplete, and I can only guess

it was the emergency blood transfusion.

It stopped it from taking over his body.

Maggots everywhere, stinks.

That sticky gunk in the rotting flesh,

I have to scrape it off, pile it up,

and dump it in the garden.

You know human hair can keep pests off peach trees?

Damn this shitty hair, it keeps me awake.

Tossing and turning, stinks and sticky.

Bitten by bugs all night.

You've always been extreme, Pete.

I'm a mess.

Three months ago, after I returned to my original form,

the next day it grew back long as hell.

So I'll have to do this every month until...

Silver doesn't work. I don't either.

Soon my new growth will probably be silver.

Have to keep trying.

Keep trying.

I'm trying to work with my hands.

I'm running current into this cage because I know

that thing wants out.

But I have a problem.

When I flip the switch, it trips the breaker.

Blows all the fuses. I have to fix it.

We got nothing. You?

Tried everything. Nothing works.

This was a mistake. We shouldn't have come here.

We need to go.

We have to get out now.

Mark, hurry.

Meg, look at this.

Whatever it is, I'll look later.

Go, hurry.

The date is one month before we found him.

We're leaving. Lenny, bring the car.

Two minutes.

Do you hear me, Lenny?

Damn it.

Oops!

This is probably the last time you'll see me in this chair.

It's the bone. It's in the bone.

It hurts so much I can't stand it.

Feels like it's buried deep inside my teeth.

Sometimes...

My thoughts drift far away.

For long stretches, and the feeling is like

I'm not part of

this broken body.

Anyway, I'm... I'm just so tired.

I think I'm near the end of almost everything.

Only one last option left.

Joni, I love you, sweetheart.

I want you to know. I hope you know.

I'm not that bastard.

I did everything to come back.

Every way I could to come home.

Meg.

You're something special.

I want you to know.

I'm so proud of you.

I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.

I love you so much.

It's the hardest thing I've ever done.

That night I walked out the door.

Damn it, I don't...

Goodbye, Joni.

Goodbye, Meg.

You're safe now.

It's too late for me.

Locking the door. Please stand back.

Come on, pretty lady. Trust me once.

I won't leave you again.

Someone who's been lied to is twice as careful.

Let me prove myself once more.

That door won't hold it until morning.

We need to find another way out.

We have to hurry.

Pretty lady.

Three-D-Three Center, this is Mark.

Three-D-Three Center, this is Mark.

Can anyone hear me?

Won't you open your heart and forgive me?

Because right now I'm a million miles from home.

The wind and rain of Indiana beat against my body.

Come on, pretty lady. Trust me once.

Iris scan failed. User identity not confirmed.

Iris scan failed. User identity not confirmed.

Please come closer.

Iris scan approved.

Welcome back, Peter.

Damn it.

Meg, let go of the rail.

Let go of the rail now.

On three?

Two. One.

At first I thought if I killed myself,

the werewolf would die too.

No, Pete.

Wrong again.

The werewolf doesn't need a living host

to keep going.

It'll run, Meg.

It'll run and hide.

Hide until the next full moon.

Then it'll kill again.

You have to lure it to you, Meg.

And no matter what, you have to last longer than it.

Until the sun comes up.

If you let it get away, this will never end.

Understand?

Do you hear me?

Dad.

Oh, there you are.

Come on.

Stay with me. Don't go.

Here.

Right here.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

That's it.

Okay.

There.

Not much longer now.

Okay.

1 year later.

Lou Bishop.

I... know you better than you know me.

All the terrible things that happened, I want you

to know everything.

Hi, Aunt Meg. Hey, little man.

How are you, buddy? Oh my.

Soon he'll be running around.

Yeah, probably.

I'm probably going to be the worst mom.

No, you won't.

Hey there.

Oh my, he's got more hair now.

I know. Look at that.

He's nodding now.

Best in the world, baby.

How old is he now?

If we're lucky, he won't...

Is there luck?

Don't say that. You'll jinx it.

Hey.

All right. Friday, May 1, 2026. I, Dr. Megan Garland,

I've increased the aconite concentration by another 50%.

If it doesn't work, he'll be locked up

in that state for another month...

...until we try again.