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In the teacher's hair?

When she's not there?

On her chair?

The Phantom strikes again

In the brand-new car?

In the cookie jar?

In Dad's cigar?

The Phantom strikes again

Away?

Night and day?

From Dad's toupee?

The Phantom strikes again

Hello?

Very good.

Now, if that's not the sound of being a man, I'm deaf.

-We're talking about laying down the damn law

- and standing up for yourself.-

Oh, going the speed limit, huh?

It's funny, if I'm going the speed limit, and you're going faster than me,

that means you're going above the speed limit.

If you're done being nice for no reason, I want you to scream.

Chapter five.-

Let's all chant the word "balls." Balls.

-Balls, balls, balls. -Balls, balls, balls.

Who lived on 40 acres Of bad land...

-Hi, this is Charlotte. Leave a message. Bye.

Hi, love.

Just want to let you know that I am almost to my new post,

which is exciting.

Anyway, call me.

Would love to hear your voice.

You know, or don't.

You don't have to if you don't want to.

Actually, no.

I would like if you would call me, please.

This is me saying what I want, so there.

-Okay, well, it's Finn.

Love you. Call me. Okay, bye.

Balls! It's healthy. Balls. Balls. Balls. Balls!

And you couldn't love The likes of me

I've got to see about My Texas tea

Absolutely. Good afternoon to you as well.

Well, if you've got no supplies to make, make some now,

as the storm is going to be a big one.

We're talking about a crippling...

Hi.

Where can I find the...?

Thank you.

-Mr. Parker, I told you-- -Excuse me, Miss Sherwin,

I told you that I'm here to listen.

It's Sherman.

See, it's just, I'm worried.

Now, this pipeline is a feat of human ingenuity. I mean, look at this.

This is plastic, cradled in steel laying underground in Portland cement.

I'll cut you a generous check, easy as a signature.

-And-- What-what is so funny?

It's just the-- It's the irony.

I've got an environmentalist staying on the second floor.

-See, I'm concerned that-- -Hon, hon, hon, I got environmental guys.

I got MIT guys that are smarter than some environmentalist on the second floor.

Okay? They do lots of impact studies, they--

-Hi, I don't mean to interrupt. -Oh, no. Please do.

-Can I help you? -Are you Jeanine?

Yeah, I-- You must be the new ranger.

Yeah. I'm Finn Wheeler, US Forest Service.

-Oh, I'm Jeanine Sherman. -Sam Parker, Midland Gas.

Oh, what a coinkydink.

-Excuse me? -The pipeline, right? That's your project?

-It is. -Yeah, I'm going to be stationed in Beaverfield

for the duration of construction.

-Well, lucky me. -Should it go through.

It will. I'm confident.

Has to be a majority vote, Mr. Parker.

Sure is a lot of beautiful nature here.

It'd be a shame to break ground so close to a national forest.

A man that doesn't want to conquer nature

doesn't understand how brutal it is, Ranger.

Oh, no. I'm so sorry.

I wasn't trying to be like, "Oh, it'd be a shame."

-I wasn't trying to make a-- -May I take your luggage?

Oh, uh, miss?

Yeah, uh, Jeanine, you know, I can get that.

Nope. Breakfast is 7:00 to 9:00 in the café,

and then we reopen again at noon.

For now, I'm the only game in town, food-wise,

good for business, though, especially with the storm coming.

What a night.

Yeah, I hear we got a big one coming.

Probably overblown. Local news guys just love fearmongering.

Hey, Jeanine! We got café customers.

Do you want me to take care of it?

No. I'll make them sandwiches.

All of your pictures are-- I got.

Do you mind helping the ranger get settled?

Yeah, you go run this place 'cause you're my damn hero, okay?

-Hi, Ranger. -Oh, Finn.

Finn Wheeler.

You're the mailman.

Person. Yeah, gender is a construct.

-Cecily. -Hey.

Oh, I have mail for the ranger.

really? -Uh-huh.

Not littering. I'm just excited.

Yeah, not judging. Just watching it.

"I'm writing to inform you of Emerson Flint's commercial trapping activity." Hmm.

"Contact local authorities.

Sincerely, Dr. Jane Ellis, PhD, DVM,

and professor of zoology, and environmental studies.

Room 207."

-Well, ka-ching, I've got a case. -A case.

Yeah, I'm going to head over to this guy, Flint's place.

Can I walk that?

It's a bit of a schlep, yeah, but I can show you

'cause I have a delivery out that way.

If that's okay.

-It's totally okay. Okay. -Okay.

-Hey, go ahead and... -I'm just going to change.

...put on your ranger gear, or warm your steed, or-- Okay.

-Okay. Yeah. -Bye.

So you live at the inn? -I do.

-Yeah, it's pretty sweet, right? -Yeah.

I rented a room when I first transferred jobs

thinking that I'd eventually get a place in town, but I don't know,

two days turned into four weeks,

and Jeanine wouldn't let me leave, and so I was like,

"Oh, you want me to help you tidy some rooms in exchange

for staying at your sweet-ass mansh?

Yes, please."

-"Mansh"? -Mansion.

-Oh, right. -Want some hot Beaverfield goss?

Uh, yeah.

So, Jeanine's husband met a woman at a bar

and they ran off together.

Jeanine hasn't really been the same since.

-Dang. -Yeah.

Word is, they left for Belize.

-Ouch. -I hear Belize sucks this time of year.

Unlike Beaverfield, real fucking sunshiny.

Should've packed our snowshoes.

What? People do that?

-What, snowshoeing? -Yeah.

Oh, sure.

You know, fun fact, not only is it the oldest,

but remains one of the most effective means of traversing the ice,

and snow, of course, because it's snowshoeing.

Wow.

Yeah, you're going to fit right in at Beaverfield.

Everyone here is a little questionable.

You know, the weather, the people, everything.

Fancy.

Devon's a tech dude, and Joaquim runs the yoga sitch.

like an ex-city, nature-loving, millionaire power couple.

You know the type.

Hi, boys!

This is Finny, the new ranger.

You just put the mail on the marble table, thank you.

We're friends.

Yo, Cecily!

Yo, Gwen.

I know you got my starter and my fuel injector.

-I don't, no, not yet. -That's weird.

Sorry.

I ordered them the fourth of the last month

and by my algebra, it's been like three whole weeks.

I'll keep an eye open for it.

Marcus. Marcus!

Wait, you're gonna want to see this.

-Damn. -Fuck, Marcus.

-What time is it?

-Sorry, babe. Huh? -"Sorry, huh" is not a time, Marcus.

-Yo, are you high? -Baby, no.

Drinking and driving is for dummies, honey.

Don't-- There's strangers. Who's that? What's your name?

-I'm Ranger Finn Wheeler. - What?

He's a new ranger in town.

-Oh, that's a ranger thing... -What he say?

-That's that. Y'all both police? -I'm Cecily.

We've talked many times. Welcome to Beaverfield. It's a freak show.

She had too much soda.

-Colorful couple. -Yeah, quite a show.

-Eh? - Oh, my goodness, gracious.

-Proud of it. -They're in it for a big check from the pipeline.

It's not funny. We're just renting here.

-How do you know all this? - A big bag full of secrets.

You're not actually insinuating that you read people's mail?

-No, I'm kidding. -It's a felony.

You're the new ranger! Hello!

-And who's this? -Stephen King's very own Trish.

-What? What did you say? -I said, "Beaverfield's queen Trish."

Oh, uh-huh. Hello. Trisha Anderton.

-Proud owner of Anderton Maple Farms. -Hey, nice to meet--

It's been in the family 90 years as everybody knows, but crafting is my passion.

-Boo! -Oh!

-It's you.

-It's a little pale me. -Has anybody made you a soap bottle angel before?

You put it on your Christmas tree. You have a Christmas tree?

-Not currently. -Or do you celebrate Kwanzaa, put it on your Kwanzaa tree?

-No such thing. -I am going to open my own craft store

as soon as that pipeline comes through.

Just mark them words.

Hello, hello, hello.

One, two, three.

He doesn't get any attention ever since little Chachi came into my life.

Look at this. -Oh!

There she is. It's Cecily the mailman.

-No, thank you. Stop. -Ranger Finn Wheeler. Hey, how are you doing?

Hello, Ranger.

-Cool, never the left. -Never the left. My kind of guy.

It's not what he meant.-

How are you? - Come on.

Oh, I got something for you, Ranger.

It's from our own private reserve right there.

You guys, so many gifts.

The best syrup in Vermont. Oh, my God, are you kidding my behind?

What happened?

Jiminy Christmas, hippies knocked down our sign again.

Oh. It's Antifa.

I mean look at that. Great job, Picasso, you put an X through it.

You're not going to stop the pipeline.

Do you have this problem in your last town?

-No. -Brooklyn hipsters.

Yeah, you just give 'em a big old knock

on the old craniums, right?

Uh-oh, arrest her, Ranger! She's the one, lock her up.

Lock her up, yeah, lock her up, lock her up.

Say goodbye, Chachi.

There's a new sheriff in town. You're not really a sheriff.

No, you're not.

They seem cool, huh?

He boned Gwen in their sugaring room.

-No. -Yes.

That aggressive mechanic lady?

That's the one.

Whew. That's-- That's a dish.

Now this thing, what exactly is this?

Oh, this? This is Parker's phallic fire totem.

He's stuck 'cause he needs a majority town vote to build it.

Half want the pipeline cash and half want to save the trees or whatever.

Anywho, I think the only holdouts are Jeanine and the boys.

-Do you need a hand with that? -Yes, please.

So, you got a big family, small family, no family?

No, it's just me and my sis. How about you?

That's so lucky. No, there's seven of us. I'm the youngest.

My sister and I were born the same year.

Irish twins, same grade, even,

so it was like, "You want a toy? Take it from somebody else."

This is it, right? You coming with?

Actually, if you wouldn't mind,

you want to just bring him that package

'cause Flint likes to know who's around here,

so you could introduce yourself.

Neighborly fellow, my kind of guy.

Thanks for the tip.-

Hey, oh, just one last--

-Hello, Charlotte, hello? -You might want to read the--

Hello? Hello?

Charlotte, hello? I can't--

You're good.

Love, hello, can you hear me?

Hell-- Ah, crap.-

Hi, this is Charlotte. Leave a message, bye.

Hi, Charlotte, it's me, it's Finn.

Glad I'm finally getting through.

It's so hard to leave a voice mail.

It's...

I'll call you back.

Mr. Flint?

Mr. Flint?

Oh! Oh-ho!

Ha! Oh, man.

Oh!

You have 30 seconds to get the fuck off my property.

I'm Ranger Wheeler.

You're way the hell out of your jurisdiction, Ranger.

-You see, I received a complaint from Dr. Ellis. -Regarding?

Regarding concerns of possible commercial trapping.

You can tell Dr. Stalin I make my living legally on my own fucking land.

It's called freedom.

As long as you're not doing it on US forest.

I don't recognize your job, your stupid uniform,

or the government you work for.

You're down to 10 seconds, nine...

-Oh, okay, yeah. Well... -Seven.

Are you gonna keep counting? I left a package for you.

Five, four, three.

He's armed! He's heavily armed!

-Thanks for handling my package. -Do you know this? Oh!

He's not my kind of guy at all, which is the neighborly kind.

-Are you hungry? -Huh? May-- I think.

Yeah, this requires active measures. Come on.

-I tried to warn you, but you were on your phone. -I was on my phone.

I bring in their packages in the winter,

so I have full access to the kitch kingdom.

Whoa. -Right? It's pretty great.

Awesome.

Do you want to put on a song?

Oh, yeah, sure, on the jukebox?

Yeah, and I'll see if there's something I can heat up.

-Okay. -Okay.

It's a lot of '90s.

Huh?

There's a lot of '90-- I'm just going to put something on.

When you're Not the one for me? - Yes.

- I love this song!

And it opened up my eyes

Life is demanding Without understanding

And it opened up my eyes I saw the sign

So, what brings you to Beaverfield?

Hard ball right from the top.

-I had an incident at work. -Did you touch someone?

-No. -'Cause time's up, you too.

Yes, but I didn't touch anyone.

-Do you want to show me on the soap bottle angel? -It's not about touching.

I'm sorry, yes, go ahead.

Some guys I know convinced me to fish Grout Pond

without a permit, and then they posted it to social media.

-I mean, can you believe it? -Dummies.

So a transfer was a way for me to keep my job.

-And Charlotte thought-- -Charlotte?

Yes, Charlotte, my girlfriend.

She thinks that this situation could be good for our relationship.

-How's that? -Well, you know, she thinks that I am too "available."

Right, because women like men who aren't, ahem, there.

But, you know, I figure I won't need a whole year.

And maybe, assuming nobody better comes along...

Your first kombucha?

-Assuming that nobody better comes along-- -You'll get back together or?

Well, technically, we're not broken up.

-Ah, but you're not living together? -No.

-You're not seeing each other? -Not currently.

-You're not talking. -There's texting.

And you're keeping your options open?

Because Charlotte thinks that-- Oh, my God.

-I'm broken up, aren't I? -I think so.

Want to do something violent?

Ah! - Wow.

I think it's an English axe, just weighted differently?

-They use the metric system. -I think that's what it is.

God, that was beautiful.

-I'm being hustled. -You are. I'm a shark and this is a long con.

-Clearly. All right. -Welcome to your worst nightmare.

All right.

-I'm Ranger Wheeler. -Hold on.

Before you do anything, recognize that you're holding a real murder weapon.

-Yes. Acknowledged. -And it requires some training.

Yes.

So just try to flip it one time

and then land it on the second flip.

Just like a flip and then it lands on the second flip.

-Yeah, okay. -Does that make sense?

-Yeah. Yeah. -You got this?

Okay. You got this.

-Oh, yes! -Oh, yes!

-Up high. - Yeah!

-Down low. Too slow, oh. -How did I not see that one coming?

-Hustler. -How did you get into rangering?

-Rangering? -Yeah.

Yeah, that's what we call it, but you're going to freak, but I read that.

-My butt? -N-No.

-Yeah. Uh-huh. -Walden?

-Are you serious? -Yeah, absolutely.

-You poet. -Yeah, I was 15.

-It changed my life. Yeah? -Yeah, it changed mine, too.

Bet you've been to all the biggies, right? You've been to Sequoia?

-Been to Sequoia, I've been to Kings Canyon. -Mm-hmm.

-Been to Yellowstone? -I've been to Yellowstone.

You know, I camped out a couple of nights

-in Townshend on the way up. -Wow.

Yeah. You ever been to Gallatin National Forest?

No, but I would really love to go. Yeah.

You know, I feel, um, most myself outdoors.

-Yeah? -Yeah. It's a cool life you have.

Yeah, I guess so.

"A taste for the beautiful is most cultivated out of doors."

-Walden? Yeah. -It's Walden. Yeah.

On a mountain

Hey, um, Ranger Finn.

Mailperson Cecily?

I wanna lay Like this forever... -Can I kiss you?

I'm so sorry. Hello? Hello?

-I'm so sorry. -Are you serious right now?

-Hello? Charlotte? -Are you really answering a c-- Wow!

Hello? Yeah, hey. Uh-huh, yeah. I'm sorry.

-Unbelievable. -Yeah, no. I'm just shopping.

Grow a pair.

-Yeah, uh. Sorry. Wait, what?

Oh, no, you need the actual AAA card for that.

Let's go outside and do our business.

Yes, that's my Chachi.

Yes, you are my good boy.

Yes.

Poo-poo potty, please.-

Chachi?

Whoa, boy.

Chachi, what in the heck--?

Okay. Come on!

-Mrs. Anderton? -It's the damn devil that ate my baby.

Devon found her like this.

I have a triathlon in August so, you know,

4:00 a.m. sprints, and I heard screaming.

Well, the whole neighborhood heard screaming.

I told you. I didn't need your help.

I'm going to go get a croissant.

My baby. That monster killed my Chachi.

I'm so sorry, I'm confused. Are we talking about a real baby?

Because if that's the case, oh, my God, but if not, it's a dog.

For God's sake, Joaquin, show a little respect.

It's Joaquim with an M.

I don't mean to be rude, Pete, but your dog only barked at Jews.

And brown people, no carbs for you.

There's something out there.

Probably just a coyote.

Or a possum, hon.

Those are scary, huh?

No!

I'm so sorry for your loss, Trish,

but everything in these woods eats little dogs.

-I can't get on the internet! -Calm down.

What do you think, Dr. Ellis?

Hi.

Uh, it's a little too early to tell, Mrs. Sherman,

mainly because I literally don't know what's going on.

Hi, everyone. I'm Dr. Ellis, Jane.

I'm here to stop the pipeline.

A prominent environmentalist who's staying here with us.

-Oh, Dr. Ellis. I got your-- - Oh, my God.

The power's out, like, everywhere.

Oh, no.

Our poor Chachi left us this morning.

Come here. Oh.

-Sorry, Trish. -I'm sorry, too.

Okay, everyone.

I'm gonna go to town and get the backup generators going,

log Chachi's death, and get you back on the internet.

Oh, my goodness. What now?

-Jeanine! -Yeah.

You got to let us in. Our shitter's broke.

Hey, yo, just so you know that the streets is all storm-fucked.

Storm-fucked.

-What did she just say? - I think he said...

-Storm-fucked. -Yeah.

I'll be right back.

Oh.

Heavens to Betsy.

Heavens to Betsy.

What is...?

Holy sh--!

Ranger, you look like you just seen a corpse.

You're right.

Uh... the roads are effed.

-Yeah, we just said that. -Yeah, no shit, dummy. We said it.

And something's wrong with the generator.

Which generator?

-All of them. -Wait, what?

-What does that mean? -Looks like somebody went at them with a knife.

- What the hell do you mean a knife?-

Is that what killed my Chachi?

Might we put the horror leash away?

What kind of animal is smart enough to go slashing all the generators,

but stupid enough to eat your stupid Chachi?

-You're over the line, Wolfson! -Use your inside voice!

I'll use whatever voice I want! Maybe I'll use my outside voice!

Okay, well, if the power grid is out,

it's gonna take at least a week for the power to get back up.

-A week? -Uh, also, there's a dead body under your porch.

I didn't want to leave him on the...

So I left him on the table.

Aw, shit. That's your husband, ain't it?

Didn't get to Belize after all, huh, Dave?

-Ugh! -This is definitely a canine.

-How do you know? -Probably a wolf.

What are you, like, a wolf detective now, Marcus? I don't think so.

He's right. The leg muscles have been severed.

That's how canine's immobilize their prey.

Accurate assessment for a gas man.

Well, I used to do a little brown bear hunting in Siberia.

It's a beautiful animal.

Yo, lady, you a wolf detective, though?

Really good, Marcus. Close, no.

-She studies animals... -No, thanks.

A teetotaler? Suit yourself.

Well, I'd-- I'd take some if you'd be so kind.

- I would be.

What happened to Dave? It's just so awful.

Anyway, um, lady doctor,

do you think what got Dave also got my Chachi?

If you'll excuse me, I need to go compare these fur samples.

Peter.

He don't stink 'cause he froze up.

-Maybe we should just take it inside. - Yeah.

-That's really disgusting. - Now one body, there's two bodies.

Nothing's gonna get down that mountain but a snowplow.

Does Beaverfield have a snowplow?

Fuck, yeah, we do. - Good.

I just need that starter and fuel injector I ordered.

Oh. - Oh, there's a wild animal out there

and I don't wanna say it out loud,

but who knows who or when it's going to kill next?

When she's going to kill next.

-I do not find that funny. -Hey, hey, hey.

It's a little funny. -I have an idea.

This Flint guy, he's an expert hunter, right?

-Oh, yeah. -You could say that.

-Well, maybe we pay him a visit-- -Kill the damn thing?

Actually, I was going to say, maybe h-he could trap it?

You can't go by yourself, man. That psycho, he's nuts.

-You could come with me. -No, I'm good.

Anyone else?

We're trying to have a baby.

And my husband is dead. - And Chachi also.

Cecily?

He can probably only eat one of us at a time.

Uh...

If we had some snowshoes, we'd be killing this walk.

We get it, you love snowshoes.

Yeah. Thanks for coming with me.

It's really... really cool of you.

Cool? Is it cool of me in like "a friend way cool of me"?

Or is it cool of me in like "a girl you almost make out with,

but then don't because your ex-girlfriend calls" cool of me way?

-Look, last night-- -No, Finn, it's fine. You're not over your ex.

Let's not make a thing out of it.

Well, no, you're wrong. You know?

Last night was very, very big for me.

In like a sad way 'cause you were with the wrong girl?

No, because I was with the right girl.

One who's smart and beautiful.

True.

And interesting.

I'm listening.

Look, I blew it, okay?

There's no denying that.

And it's not because I love Charlotte still.

It's because-- I don't know why.

Finn, you're a really likable guy, and that's great.

A lot of people like you.

Not to sound too heteronormative, but maybe Charlotte's right.

Maybe you should man up, you know?

Grow a beard, hair on your chest,

chug a beer, yell at someone smaller than you.

I don't know, yell things like, "Respect me."

I don't know what men do. I try not to hang out with them much.

You do realize that we are prepared to double the offer?

I don't care if you triple the offer.

We moved up here for scenery, not your construction scheme. No.

And scenery requires having a forest, which you don't F up.

Well, you're really effing up our people's dreams.

Yeah, well, too bad, Pete.

Shit, I guess Trish don't get her craft store, huh?

Craft store? What about our freaking money?

I don't know. - Go ask. Ask.

Yo, P-Parker, so Gwen and I, we want money.

Oh, sorry, Marcus, if the vote ain't unanimous, no one gets nothing,

unless you can convince your neighbors otherwise.

Are you deaf? We are not going to sell.

-Sorry, neighbors. - You both suck.

I suck? - You don't belong here!

You're liberal snowflakes.

Y'all city slickers suck.

-Yeah.

You got everything you, um, need, Doctor?

Dr. Ellis-- do I call you Doctor or Dr. Jane or...?

Jeanine, I have everything I need.

Thank you so much for letting me set up shop here.

Okay.

-You got enough power? -Yep. I work in the woods.

-I've got some batteries. -Okay, okay. Oh.

-Jeanine? -Okay.

I'm going to find out what killed your dead husband.

I have excellent samples, and I'm going to get answers for you.

Uh, okay.

-Do you want me to knock or...? -No, I got it.

-Are you scared? -No.

-'Cause I can hear your tummy. -I'm not.

-Are you? -No, I'm punk.

-You're in a punk band? -I was in high school, yeah.

We were called Megalodons 'cause our lead singer's name was Meg.

-That's so cool! -I know. I played--

Either of you care to illuminate

what the hell happened to my generator?

Uh, so...

In conclusion,

what we're asking is that you track this thing down and--

Kill it?

-No. -Okay.

Thank you for your time. You've made yourself clear.

We're just going to get out of your beard.

Mr. Flint, I understand that you're proud of being tucked away

in the outskirts of this town,

but, you know, you're still a part of this town.

This thing is killing people in the place where you live,

and the people of this town, everybody's going,

"How the-- How the heck

are we going to get rid of this monster?"

You know what? Everybody, every single one of them,

they all voted for you.

-It was really led by you. -Cecily.

Don't touch that, please.

-Mr. Flint, Emerson. -Emerson Flint.

People are afraid, and, you know, no matter what their differences are,

people deserve to feel safe.

I guess what we're asking is that you...

you be a good neighbor, you know?

Like Mr. Rogers.

-Hey, I love him. -Yeah.

-Mr. Rogers, huh? -Yeah.

Who's that?

Hmm?

It was all Jeanine's story, you know,

Dave running off and whatnot.

Welcome to Beaverfield. Population: bunch of liars.

What are you suggesting, Mrs. Anderton?

Pete, you and Dave were tight.

Did he ever say anything about going to Belize?

Nope, but you know what's weird?

Jeanine's against your pipeline, Mr. Parker,

but Dave was really excited about it.

Mm-hmm. -Huh.

Wait, y'all aren't saying that--

We just don't know for sure, now, do we?

Shit. You know what I can't get out of my head?

Language. -Tell me.

All of the generators are just conveniently mangled by some animal?

-Fuck off. - Language.

Somebody did this, a legitimately maladjusted somebody.

Mm, I don't know. Dr. Ellis did say it was an animal.

-I mean, there was all those hairs. -Mm.

Well, we definitely have some unknown knowns and some known unknowns.

What's known is that animals don't sabotage generators,

but guess what is covered in hair and totally can?

No. No. Again, I wasn't-- I wasn't going to say that.

I was going to say...

Emerson Flint.

"It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood"?

King Friday?

He's a man that plays with puppets, you know?

-The land of make-believe? -I don't think so.

Mr. Flint, I'm convinced this thing is going to kill again, and--

Finn.

Chachi.

-Oh, my God. - I know, I know.

I'm not your man. Get out.

Understood. Uh...

We're probably just going to head back to the Inn, save some lives.

-Make a soup. -Mm-hmm.

I'd die for one of Jeanine's sandwiches.

I don't want to die. -I don't want to die either.

-That would be terrible.

Oh, gosh. -We have to just push.

-Is it jammed? -You want to leave?

-Uh... -It's fine.

It's not opening. I'm going in both directions.

You go ahead, please. Don't. Spare me.

Oh, please don't. Oh, please!

-Please don't bother with the lock. -Spare me .

I couldn't do that myself?

I could have gotten that myself.

But I appreciate it.

-He's definitely the murderer. -Keep your voice down, be normal.

-Hurry! Get warm. -What happened?

What did he say? -Emerson killed Chachi.

What?

Hold on a minute. We don't know that for sure, Cecily.

Does that mean he killed Dave? Does that mean he killed my husband?

He had Chachi's collar.

-She does this a lot.

That's the collar.

That bastard man.

-Okay, okay! Shh! It's all right. It's all right. -Peter!

She's just happy to have some closure, and now we finally got it.

It's Emerson.-

-Chachi just got his wings. Dave, too. - Sorry, Trish.

Hey, Jeanine, what do you say we open up a nice bottle of wine, huh?

-No! - Okay.

Oh! Uh-- Uh, okay.

-Well, maybe not that one, Pete. -You want some, Gwen.

You're not one to turn away a spicy red.

Why you fuckin' touch my ass?! - Whoa, okay.

Keep your hands to yourself, or I'll cut them off.

Must be that time of the month.

Don't touch my wife's ass.

Can I make anybody a sandwich?

I'll take one. - No, you won't.

Me, I want one.

-Oh, my God,

that was an absolutely horrible sound you made.

Dr. Ellis, are you okay?

Did you find the answers now? That was fast.

I compared the DNA samples.

The hairs from both Dave's body

and Chachi's little outfit are a match.

Everything about this predator is unorthodox.

It's not human.

It's canine, but there are no matches in the database.

I'm going to keep running tests, but for now,

what I can tell you is I don't know what this thing is.