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Oh, shit!

God.

What the fuck?

God.

God.

Okay.

Fuck it.

Oh, great.

How'd you hear about this?

Oh, come on.

I'm shocked you have
such a little faith in me.

You know I have a sense
about these things.

I was on my way to get trash bags

and I saw the lights.

So what do you got going on?

Fender bender, drunk driver?

- Elaborate murder-suicide?
- Look,

as of right now, we're not really sure.

We're still putting the pieces together.

Okay. Let's just
start with the basics.

Any dead?

Yeah.

- How many?
- One.

Who?

I can't release that yet
till I talk to the family.

- Was anyone else involved?
- Not sure.

It doesn't appear so.

All right, well, what did the guy,

I mean, I assume it was a guy, hit?

Not sure.

I mean, was it a tree or another car,

an animal, was it Batman?

- We're done here.
- Well then speculate.

- I can't.
- Why not?

- Because I don't have
all of the facts yet.

- Well, that's never
stopped you before.

Get the hell outta here, Max.

Okay, okay, okay.

All right.

Listen, Charlie, I really
need your help here.

All right? I need a story, badly.

I got bills up to my eyeballs,

my hot water got turned off last week,

my electricity got
turned off this morning,

and I've been wearing the
same socks for six days.

Throw me a bone.

I'm sorry, Max. I just can't.

Come on, man, six days. You owe me.

I don't owe you shit.

In fact, you wanna start
tallying favors now?

- Mm, well probably
not a good idea. Okay.

All right.

I'm sorry, but I'm not kidding, man.

I do need your help.

All right. Here's the thing.

It looks like we may have an
animal attack on our hands.

Okay. That's it?

I mean, what kind of animal
are we talking about here?

Is it a wolf, bear, mountain lion?

- Would you just shut
up and I'll tell you?

You asked for something,
I'm giving it to you,

but you gotta turn
that goddamn thing off.

All right. Sorry.

- So given the size of the
damage, it could be a bear,

but we won't know sure
until the medical examiner

gets a chance to look at him.

That's kind of odd, isn't it?

Bears don't generally
generally attack this close

to civilization, I mean, let alone

on top of the road, do they?

No, they do not.

The theory is that the
guy may have hit the bear,

gotten out to look and
the bear wasn't happy.

But again, we will not
know anything for sure

until the M.E. gets a look at him.

Oh, but you don't buy that, do you?

No, no, that's why you're being so,

so Charlie, about the whole thing.

Come here.

Let's just say that, um,

there are certain things I don't like

about this scene, right?

And I'm gonna feel a
whole lot better about it

once I get that report back on the guy,

but until then, that stays with me.

Got it?
- Yeah, yeah.

Think I got everything I need for now.

Good. So get hell outta here.

I got work to do.

Hey.

Yeah?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Go.
- You're beautiful, Charlie.

Yeah.

Yep.

- Hey beautiful, it's
me. How you doing?

Oh, I'm great, I'm great.

No, I didn't call about that.

Honestly, I didn't.

Hey, I remember our conversation. Yeah.

Well, I'm actually, uh,
a little more interested

in the other body you got today.

I ran into Charlie this
morning and he told me.

I just wanted get a
chance to take a look.

I mean, you know Charlie,
once he starts talking,

he's like a school girl at Christmas.

Is there a problem?

Hmm.

That bad, huh?

How big of an animal are
we talking about here?

Well can you make a guess?

No, no. If you can't, you can't.

I, I'm just asking.

Okay, no, no. Hey, it's no problem.

I get it.

No, I appreciate the time.

All right, thanks. Talk to you.

Great job last week, guys, really,

you hit out of the park.

Nice work on the
cartoons, Bobby. Very good.

That group Route 2 incident,

you really captured the feel of it.

And those photos, outstanding.

I felt like I was in the
football game at that point.

You guys are doing
amazing work, by the way.

I don't tell you that often enough

but you should hear it from me.

Now, I need you to do even
more amazing work this week.

We gotta keep things going.
We've gotta keep the vibe...

- Hello?
- Harry, it's me.

Guess what? We're
back in business, baby.

I'm just saying, if I'd known,

I was gonna be waiting for 20 minutes,

I wouldn't have dropped everything.

I had to get my
electricity turned back on.

Did you call Bill?

- How do you think I got my
electricity turned back on?

And he gave you an advance?

Of course.

- He did?
- Yep.

Just like that?

Sort of.

Uh, what do you mean?

What do you mean?
- There are a few

stipulations to the whole thing.

Caveats, if you will.

We just need to do a few things.

We?

We are a team, aren't we?

Together, as always.

One for all or all
for one kind of thing.

- Let's have it.
- Oh, it's nothing really.

We just need to send
Bill the first shots

of whatever we find, plus
a thousand word treatment

on his desk by Tuesday,
and then, you know,

may need to do a few bad jobs.

Nothing.
- Man, you are

the biggest fucking weasel!

Every time you do this to me,

I think it's gonna be the last time,

and yet here I am again.

I need help.
- Come, have a seat.

I'll make you some nice cocoa,

and I'll show you what I've got.

Okay. What is it this time?

- Well, let me tell you, at
first I thought nothing big,

but now I'm not so sure.

- What happened?
- And Charlie was off.

I mean, he was still Charlie,
but he just didn't seem right.

Like how?

- I don't know, he
just seemed a little,

a little lost, maybe.

- He's probably just
putting things together.

Yeah, maybe.

No, no. It seemed like more than that.

I mean, I haven't seen
that look on him since...

Since when?

- Since Nancy, I guess.
- Oh.

I, I'm sorry, Max, but
you're not making any sense.

What?

Oh, I'm sorry. Hold on, listen.

So I came across an
accident on Route 2 today,

and I thought, "Great,
nice little fender bender.

Maybe grab a quick post
to the paper tomorrow,

score some cash. "
- And Charlie was there?

Yep. Along with two other cruisers.

Oh wow. Big time.

Okay, I'm with you so
far. So what did he say?

- Well that's just,
that's just it. Nothing.

The most I could get
out him was that someone

had died after possibly hitting a bear.

- And?
- Where is this thing?

But it was the, here it is,

it was the way he said it, you know?

I mean, he believed it
was a bear about as much

as if someone had
told him old Mrs. Atler

had hobbled down the
road and simultaneously

taken out the car and driver
in a primal fit of rage.

So what do you think?

Oh, no idea.

- None?
- No.

But listen.

My spider sense is tingling on this one.

- Dammit, Max, your spider
sense is always tingling.

It's gotten to the point where I think

it's just an inner ear infection.

I mean, this is pretty
thin even for you.

Yeah, but I'm right. I know it.

Are you with me?

I, I don't know.

I, I don't have time
for this right now, I...

Come on.

I can't do it without you, champ.

I need you.

- Whatever.
- Yes.

So what's the plan?

For now,

just a little recon.

You never made me cocoa.

You know where you're going?

Yeah.

Let's see, the accident
happened back there,

which is south and you know,

judging by the broken branches
and markings on the shoulder,

it went off in this
direction, which is northeast.

West, it's northwest.

Right.

What do you expect to find?

- Not entirely sure, but
I'll know when I find it.

Of course.

I just don't wanna get caught out here

when the sun goes down.

Fair enough.

Fucking...

You know what? That's it.

I got nothing.

Shit. So much for...

- I'm guessing we're about
40 minutes from the car,

so we could probably press
on for another 15 or so.

No, we've been all over this area.

If there was something here,
we would've found it by now.

Hey,

check that out.

What?

There.

Holy shit.

How did we miss this?

We're two idiots with just a compass

wandering around in the woods.

I'm amazed we found it.

What kind of tracks are these?

No idea.

And do you think it could be bear?

- Seems kind of small
for a bear, doesn't it?

The toes don't quite
match a bear's either.

Definitely less paw-like.

What?

I, I don't spend all my time with you.

I have a life.
- Oh.

- You know?
- Okay.

Just give me the flashlight.
Start taking pictures.

Fine.

- Make sure to get a good close
- up of the claw marks.

I will get them. I will get them.

Damn backseat photographer.

Less paw-like.

Can you see the bottom?

No.

It's deeper than shit,
I'll tell you that.

Okay. You get everything?

If it's here, I got it.

Good. Let's get back.

Suddenly, I don't wanna
be here after dark either.

- Hello?
- Hey, it's me again.

Long time no hear.
- Hi.

I was just thinking about you.

Oh, that's nice to hear.

Why, did Pete leave town?
- Very funny.

No, there seems to be some complications

with that body you asked about.

- What kind?
- It's just so strange.

Listen, Max, I really
shouldn't be talking about this

until I can confirm something.

- Okay, dang, we're just
talking about it here.

You know, it's no big deal.

Yeah, so what's the plan?
Uh, what's the next step?

I just mean, you remember that

forensic expert friend
I have at Cal State?

Well he owes me a favor.
- It's nothing like that.

Eh, maybe I'm overreacting.

Are you sure I can't call my friend?

He could at least
provide some added depth.

He wouldn't be any good unless

he's a wildlife expert as well.

Oh, unfortunately not.

Do you have somebody in Portland?

Boston, but we'll see.

Supposedly she's the best.

Listen, Max, I really gotta run.

You, uh, take care
- Wait, just,

- of yourself.
- just, would you,

just let me know if you find anything?

Sure. I'll do what I can.

- Excellent. No, I
really appreciate it.

Thank you.

Sure, Max. Bye.

- Well?
- I think I got

what I needed.
- What did she say?

I'll tell you this, whatever happened

to that guy in the
slab, she doesn't know,

and that scares the hell
out of her so much so,

she swallowed her pride and
asked for help from the outside.

Strange. Who?

- I don't know. She's a
wildlife expert out of Boston.

Well, who would that be?

I mean, that's all we have to go on?

- For now.
- Ah.

You know what?

We can find out more.

It might be too late now.

Tomorrow, I want you
to contact this guy.

He works for the Wildlife
Preservation Society

out of Cambridge, I did a story

on him a couple years back.

Ask him to find out who's
advising Dr. Matthews on this.

Tell him that Diane said that this woman

is the best, so he should know her.

Best ones are rarely the obscure ones.

Present company excluded.

With any luck, he'll know
exactly where to go on this.

If he gives you any shit about it,

just remind him that he owes me a favor.

Leave it at that.
- Okay, will do.

Here are the photos from today.

You really think this is connected?

I don't know.

I just wanna find out
if it's actually a bear

because otherwise, why
does it feel so shady?

You know, I mean, we'll stick on this.

We'll get it.
- Yeah?

I wish I had the confidence you do.

- A little faith, my
dear, a little faith.

That's all.

All right. You wanna
a beer or something?

- Nah, I'm heading out.
It's been a long day.

Suit yourself.

- Max, there's something
you should know.

What'd you say?

What, what is it?
- Ah, it's nothing.

Oh, come on. What is it?

- Just curious who
you know at Cal State?

Hmm. Nobody.

That's what I thought.

Dutch!

Dutch! Come here, boy!

Dutch!

Dutch, come on, boy! Dutch!

Dutch! Come on!

Hey, Charlie.

Chance to get a little closer look?

- I can't do that. What
the hell are you thinking?

- Just tell me if it's
the same as the first one.

- Close enough for
government work, anyway.

Goddamn mayor's involved now.

He wants us to make sure we
keep a tight lid on everything.

- Good luck with that
in this town. Right?

You ain't shittin'.

Poor woman probably never
even knew what hit her.

One minute she's walking
Dutch, the next...

- I heard it might be a bear.
- Mm.

Migrated down from Canada.

- I've never heard of a bear
doing anything like this.

But what the hell do I know?

Listen, Max. You gotta go.

If someone sees me talking
to you, I'm gonna hear it.

- Find Dutch?
- No,

and I don't expect we will.

Now get the hell outta here.

Yeah. I try, thanks.

Max. What is it?

I was almost in.

I have an idea.

I don't like this.

Sonny looked sick.

Yeah. Come on.

Uh, have a seat.

Can I, uh, offer you two some coffee?

Oh, I'd love some, black, thanks.

- Miss Stanz?
- Oh, Harriet, please.

Uh, I'm good. Thanks.

- So, um, how long did you
live next door to Mrs. Stirgard?

Oh, about eight years now.

Thank you.

You two friends?

We were friendly.

Hey, she's a nice lady.

We were cordial to each other,

but just typical

neighborly stuff, I suppose.

Yeah.

Hey, do you mind if I just record this?

Uh, no.

Okay. Great.

Great coffee, by the way.
- Thanks.

Well, I just wanted to

get that on the record.

Anyway, um,

tell me everything
that happened last night

or at least everything you can remember.

Sure.

Like I told Sonny, I
was watching a movie,

and I heard a dog barking next door.

Didn't think much of it.

And then there was a scream afterwards.

Huh, that's when I got up
to see what was going on.

And how long was that dog barking

before you heard the scream?

I don't know, TV was on,

I didn't really notice at first.

Yeah, so at what point did you get up

to go check it out and was
it before or after the scream?

- After. I turned the TV
off and went to the door.

- And could you still hear
the screaming at the door?

No, no. It stopped by then.

I called 911.

Hmm. What'd you think it was?

Oh, I assumed it was Mrs. Stirgard.

- You heard the dog
barking and then a scream

that sounded like Mrs. Stirgard,

but you didn't go over
there to check it out?

It would've been safer not to.

For who?

- What are you driving at?
- Oh, no, no, no.

Hey, look, I'm just trying to
get a picture here, you know?

I mean, you like the
woman, she was nice,

and why not just go over and try

to lend a helping hand
if she's in trouble?

It just seems a little, a little cold.

That's all.

Okay, okay, look, I just...

Last spring,

I heard that you dug out Dave Harper

after his truck slid off
the road into the gully

after all the rain that we had.

So this, I don't know, this
just doesn't seem like you.

You know, I mean, I've gotta
believe your first instinct

was to go over there and help.

It was, actually.

So why didn't you?

- I heard something.
- After the scream?

- Yeah, it was, it was
like an animal sound.

- An animal sound.
Wha-Wha-What kind?

I, I don't know.

It wasn't like any sound
I'd ever heard before.

Was it a growl like a bear?

Not exactly, it...

Well, I don't know if I could identify

a bear from this distance anyway,

but it wasn't like any
bear I'd ever heard.

- All right. Well, can you
describe what it sounded like?

Well, it had a kind of a hiss.

A hiss, like a snake?

No, no, I, I know this sounds weird,

but I don't know how
else to describe it.

It was loud even over here
and, and it was like a roar,

but there was a definite hiss to it.

- And that scared you
enough to call the police?

Yeah.

- Did you hear anything
else after the hiss?

- No, but I didn't go outside
until the police showed up.

Did you tell Sonny that?

- Yeah. I told him I
heard an animal noise.

He didn't ask any further.

What do you wanna do?

Huh.

Let's give it a bit to cool down.

I wanna check out the
woods behind Helen's.

See if we can find another hole.

Max, we've been back and forth

across her yard now for two hours.

- We'll find it. We haven't
been this far out yet.

Bottom line is I just don't wanna be

out here chasing our tails.

What? Why are you stopping?

Another coincidence.

- Holy-
- Shit.

Tracks everywhere.

Here, you start around the other side.

Okay.

Well they appear to be

the same anyway, that's good.

I wonder if...

What?

Wonder if what?

What the fuck is it, Max?

Okay,

have a nice weekend, bye-bye.

Okay.

And?

That's fine.

Hey, hey, where are you going?

- Hey, I have some faxes
coming in for Doug Bradley.

$8.47.

Um, sorry, what?

$8.47.

Uh...

Keep the change. Thanks.

You have got to see this.

Reptilian? Like a lizard?

Apparently.

- Well, I don't know
how I feel about that.

What the hell is this thing?

Where did it come from?

I don't know,

but just as important,
how long has it been here?

Come here. You gotta look at this.

Okay.

So I went through most
of the local papers

from the surrounding
counties, and I found

a number of suspicious or at least

what I deemed to be suspicious attacks.

Take a look at these dates.

Backward from this year.

So in October of 2017,

two people were killed in Knox County.

In September of the same
year, there's one on Kennebec.

Then another in Cumberland
in November of 2016.

Till we move back to October of 2013,

where five people were killed

between Oxford and Franklin County.

Now each time this seems to be happening

in either September,
October, or November,

Other than a few rare
attacks in December,

they completely stop after that.

I mean, I don't know
why, but it's gotta be

some kind of pattern, it's gotta be.

I traced it back to
1958, for Christ's sake.

How could this not be noticed?

I mean, there has to be something.

- If there is, no one's
ever said anything,

and there's never been a living witness.

- What about this guy
Dobson? What's his deal?

I mean, his dog gets
killed near his house,

he hears it, but sees nothing?

I thought the same thing.

I looked him up. Clint
Dobson, he's over in Otis,

tried calling him on
whatever number I could find,

but disconnected.

Let's take a ride.

So you said there was a pattern?

Well, what's the pattern?

The counties.

See, I started with the most recent

and I worked my way back.

The original idea was to
try to find a kind of hotbed

for where most of the attacks occurred,

but when I started to mark off each one,

something else happened.

I see a bunch of circles.

Mm-hmm.

Those are migration patterns.

- But how can that be?
- I don't know.

That's what we're gonna find out.

- Have you ever heard
of a creature that has

this kind of migration cycle?

No, but I'm far from an expert.

It looks like each fall,

it moves on to a new location.

- Mm-hmm. - And
it sets up shop,

attacking, one, two, three,

five times.

Yep. Keep going.

- And then by the time
it circles back around

to the original spot, it's
like seven to 10 years later.

So it has a clean slate at that point.

Jesus.

Welcome to the dark side.

Max.

Um, excuse me.

Excuse me!
- Oh my God.

You scared me.

Sorry about that.

Uh, do you live here?

I do. What can I do for you?

We're looking for a Clint Dobson.

Does he still live here?

I'm afraid you're a little late.

He passed a few years back.

I'm his daughter, Marie.

Oh, I see, uh,

I'm Max, and this is Harriet.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Don't be. He was an asshole.

- What about your mother?
Is she still around?

No, she had even less of a tolerance

for his bullshit than I did.

She left a long time ago.

What is this about?

Oh, we're from the Trenton Record.

Uh, we had wanted to
ask him some questions

about when his dog was attacked
and killed a while back.

You mean Blackie?

You, you came over from Trenton

to ask about that?

Why do you wanna know?

Did he ever say anything about it?

You know, anything about that night?

Not to me.

I was away at school at the time.

I swear, he loved that dog more than us,

but as you can imagine, we weren't

on the best of terms at that time.

So I didn't talk to him much.

I know there's a, there's a fence

back in there somewhere because of it.

- Uh, any brothers or sisters
who might have been around?

- I have an older
brother in California,

but he was gone by then too.

- What about any friends he
might have told or you know,

journals he might have had?

You kidding?

My father could hold up his
beer bottle and not much else.

Okay, well, it was worth a shot.

Thanks for your time, Marie.

We won't take up any more of it.

Thanks again.

Actually, wait.

You know, at the end he,
he was pretty out of it

with the drugs and everything.

He kept slipping in and out of time.

And one day he started
talking about Blackie.

He kept going on and on
about the hiss getting him.

Something like that.

We all just thought he
was talking nonsense, but

there was something
about the way he said it

that it really stuck with me.

The hiss.

He kept repeating it.

Scared me a little.

Uh, is that anything?

It actually is.

Thank you again.
- Thanks.

Okay. I can't believe I'm
saying this, but I'm in.

The problem is I just
can't wrap my brain around

the whole season thing.

What is it about the months of October

and November that bring it out?

Why is it so active during those times?

I know, that is a big one.

We have to get Bill involved now.

Are you kidding me?

All we have now are theories.
Bill's way past that.

We need the help.

Not, not to mention, he's gonna
want something soon anyway.

You can't keep this secret
from him much longer.

Oh, I know.

I'm just gonna have to get crafty,

but, hey, that's my game.

- I think you should play
dumb, that's really your game.

Uh-huh.
Uh-huh-huh-huh.

Well, look who found a sense of humor.

Hey, I taught you well.

- Oh, glad you could
take credit for that too.

So now what?

Well there's still a bunch of stuff

I gotta get through
tonight, but tomorrow,

I mean, we need to find out everything

we can about reptiles.

Maybe that'll least
send us in a direction,

but you know, my
Internet's been backing up,

so let's go to your place.

I can't tomorrow.

Bill assigned me to the Beauregard job.

The dog show?

Pays, yes. A gig's a gig.

I ought to use my camera for something

that actually brings in money.

I can't believe I'm getting usurped

by a bunch of animals
that eat their own shit.

Hey, there will also be dogs there.

Relax. I should be
out by two, the latest.

- All right, well then meet
me at the library, I guess.

I'll use the computers there.

It looks like I'll be getting
my mail there for a bit.

Hmm. Fair enough.

What stuff do you have
to go over tonight?

- Uh, well, I need to
go over your photos more,

and then there's some articles
I haven't even touched yet.

Why?

- Take a break? Head over
to Millie's for a drink?

You buying?

Damn, this story better pan out.

Hmm.

Seriously. You're a great journalist.

So why are you freelancing
for this shitty-ass paper?

You should be in staff
in Boston or New York.

Mm, no.

I would never ever work for a paper

that covers the Yankees, you know that.

Hey, can I have another?
- Jesus Christ.

Can't you be serious for a second.

You ever work in a factory, Harry?

- What?
- Well my dad did.

He managed a hack and slash unit there.

I have no idea what you just said.

- Selective deforestation
is what they call it.

- Okay. So what does that
have to do with anything?

Uh, my dad died on the job.

I didn't know that. I'm sorry.

Who knew that's what slaving away

at a job for 32 years gets you?

You know, one minute
you're working your ass off

50, 60, 70 hours a week
outta some half-cocked notion

to send your son to
college and the next,

well, the next you're not.

- Half
- cocked? That's a pretty good reason.

- Oh my God. It's just such
a fucking waste of life.

You can't look at it like that.

Well, maybe not, but I do anyway.

Yeah, it made me realize
how fragile everything was.

How you can't assume
anything and the thought

of going down that same path
was so goddamn suffocating.

I mean, you didn't grow up here, right?

I mean, you don't realize
how bad it can get.

That wasn't gonna happen to me. No.

I was gonna take my
shots, wherever that led.

No nets, no regrets.

And yet here you are.

Did you know that after my dad died,

I left for five years?

Why'd you come back?

Oh, my mom got sick.

Ovarian cancer, not good.

The paper was looking for
a journalist and I needed,

well, something while I was here.

She died about a year later
and I would've left again

for good if it wasn't for Nancy.

She and Charlie were
still living in the house

their parents left him at the time,

and Nancy was working
editorials for Bill.

And here I come blowing
in like the wind.

My head's still spinning from everything

that happened with my mom.

God, I was such a mess.

She probably saved my life.

- It's because you actually
started putting down roots.

It was a fantasy.

And what did that get me?

Dead fiance, that's what.

Nancy lived her whole
life in this damn town

out of some obligation to these people.

My dad wasted his life trying to do

something that didn't need doing.

And what did that get either of them?

- Well, that's a shitty
way to look at it.

Nancy was here because she
cared about these people,

and your dad worked in
order to give you something

that he never had, something you needed.

I needed a father.

I'm here right now because I have to be,

but once I get my shot, I'm out.

Oh, bullshit.

That is bullshit and you know it.

You're here because you want to be here.

No, because you love it here.

No, because

this place means something to you.

It's your home.

Why, why do you think
you always come back?

No, what were doing, it
doesn't work in a vacuum

and try as you might,
you can't escape that.

You're just too chickenshit to admit it.

You think that by living on the outside

and dating married women, it's easier

to have one foot out the door,

but that's just emotional suicide.

And at some point you're gonna wake up

and realize there's no
one left who gives a fuck.

- Now then, what is
this sudden interest

in my goals and ambitions?

I'm leaving.

- What?
- I got a job in Boston.

Where did this come from?

- I, I applied for it
a couple weeks back.

They made me an offer two days ago.

Huh. And why didn't you tell me?

I don't know. I guess I thought, I...

I don't know what I thought.

Wait a minute.

Wait, is this why you
agreed to help me on this?

Is it?

Not entirely.

Oh, not entirely.

That's great. I feel so much better.

Thank you.
- Dammit, Max.

I'm here. What's the difference?

- Yeah, for now. I
mean, when are you going?

The 10th.

The 10th? That, that's next week.

Fuck! What about the story?

What about the story?

Tell Bill now.
- Oh!

Let's show him what we've got.

He can bring in people

- No, no, no, no.
- to help.

I am not giving it to those jackals.

You have to stay on.

- I can't.
- You have to.

I can't tell anyone. Not now.

We just had a huge
breakthrough and we're close.

This is my big shot once and for all.

You can't leave yet.

I'll, I'll stay as long as I can.

That's the best I have to offer.

You are really up fucking up my shit.

- I know, and I'm sure this
hasn't gone the way you planned.

Just please,

just do this one last thing for me

and I won't ask you anymore.

- I worry about you sometimes.
- I'm fine.

Just please, just, just help me on this.

Fine.

Uh, I should go. I have an early day.

I'll see you tomorrow.
- Okay, yeah.

Tomorrow.
- Goodnight, Max.

Good night.

Another round, Max?

Max, can I get you another round?

Um, no, I'm fine, Kell.

Thanks. I'm taking off.

- Okay, hon. Just be
careful driving home.

Max, you all right?

Uh, yeah, of course.

Sorry, uh, never better.

Hey.

- It's about time. I'm
fricking drowning here.

I need your eyes.
- Sorry, I got held up.

Uh...

Ever see 30 dogs decide they wanna bite

at some guy's hot dog at the same time?

It will change your life.

I see you've abandoned the interwebs.

Mm.

I got desperate.

I've tried everything I can think of.

Feeding patterns, migration
courses, changes in temperature,

time of year, different
breeds of species.

I, I can't find anything about a reptile

that's nocturnal, feeds
at one time of year,

has a very large but
steady migratory pattern,

and is big enough to attack a human.

Nothing. I'm tapped out.

How close do you think this thing is

to the end of its cycle?

Close. Look at the pattern.

As far back as I've
look, it attacks three,

maybe five times at the
most before moving on.

- It's like it stocks
up before hibernating.

- Mm
- hmm, and whatever it is, it's smart.

It knows how to stay hidden.

So this may be all we get,

and then it'll be gone
and may not resurface again

for at least a year.

- That's a tight window.
- Yeah.

I feel like I'm slamming my head against

a brick wall because of it.

I don't know. I mean, maybe
you can find the connection.

- Okay, but we need
another entry point.

Let's, let's bring in a game warden

or an expert from Portland.

Let's show them what we've got.

Lay it out for them, see what they say.

I don't know. Maybe you're right.

You call Heath again and ask him-

No, that's not what I meant.

- Ask him if there's
been, I don't know,

any increase in bear
attacks in this area

over the last couple
of years, all right?

If we're lucky, he'll think
we're just following up

for a sideline story for everything

that's been going on around here.

If we get really lucky,
I mean, uh, who knows?

Maybe we'll get some
details about the attacks

that are being withheld.
- Max,

what's that gonna prove?

We need new information
from a real source?

What, what could he say
that could possibly help us?

- Well, we won't know until
he says it now, will we?

That's asinine. You're just stalling.

- For what?
- For the big break

or something like it.

I just don't see how we can get it

without tipping our
hand at least a little.

Shit, just...

Okay, uh, look, I'll make you a deal.

Call Heath and see what he says.

Just see what he says.

If nothing comes of it then,

I don't know, we'll go your way.

Sound like a plan?

- That's another thing.
Why am I calling him?

He's your friend. You
should call him yourself.

Harry, come on. Really?

Why are we quibbling
over things like this?

Very important things I
have to be doing instead.

Besides, I hate to have
to owe the guy anything.

He's kind of a snake.

You know the type?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I know the type.

- Oh, hi, Max.
- Oh, hi, Mrs. Atler.

How are things?
- Ah, well, this rain

is knocking the hell
out of my arthritis,

but other than that, I'm living.

Oh, guess that's a plus these days.

- Oh, it's awful what
happened to Helen, isn't it?

I know. It's a shame.

- Max, listen, Pippet
hasn't been snooping

around your garbage cans again, has he?

Um, no, Mrs. Atler, why?

- Well, the little sucker
took off on me last night

and he hasn't been back this morning,

and I just thought maybe
he slipped under the fence

and was, had at your garbage, you know?

- No, ma'am, at least
not that I've seen.

I'm starting to get a bit worried.

Remember last year when
Susie McClellan's terrier

got caught in that bear
trap out behind Leo's place?

- My God, that's right.
- Oh yeah.

It was an awful mess.

I just hope that Pippet
has more sense than that.

I'm sure he does.

I know old guy's outfoxed
me more than a couple times,

trying to chase him away

from my cans.
- Well that's Pippet for ya.

Hmm, well, if you see him,

can you just walk over and let me know?

Absolutely.

I'm sure Pip's just having himself

a little party with his friends.

- Mm, don't I know it.
- He'll be back.

Bye-bye, Max.

Keep an eye out.

Why is there a hole in it?

Look, you should get another one.

It looks like something
was digging in it.

Uh, no, that's fine. I'll take it.

Are you sure?

'Cause it looked like
someone fingered it.

No. No. Uh, just ring it up.

I'll take it.

Holy fuck.

Hey, you want your change?

Keep it.

Actually, I don't know, I was
thinking I'm gonna need that.

Thank you.

- Frome.
- Bill.

What are you doing here?
- We're having

a birthday party for my niece.

You, you remember Jackie, right?

- Oh yeah, sure. They, uh,
still over on Bay Street?

- Yeah, we ran out of
drinks for the kids,

so I'm making the run.

- Oh, lucky you.
- Oh, I know.

Look, I'm really glad I ran into you.

We need to talk.
- Can it wait?

I'm onto something. I really gotta go.

- Max, where's my story?
- Bill, I am so

close right now, I can taste it.

I think I might have just
figured something out.

When you hear about it,
you're gonna piss yourself.

Can you prove it?

Not yet, but soon.

All I need-
- Max, please.

We really need to talk.

Oh, we really need to talk. Sure.

- I agreed to let your
freelance because I thought

it would be good for you to take some

time off after Nancy died.

Look, Max, you've given me
some really great stories

over the years, but there comes a time

when I have to weigh what I get from you

against what it takes to get it.

I can't believe you would say that.

- Drop it. I am just tired
of dealing with your shit.

And the truth is, we don't need it.

I don't need it.
- What are you saying?

- You're gonna need someplace
else to find your money from.

Are you kidding me, Bill?

After everything I've given you?

Huh.

- I mean, what about this
story? You promised me.

That's right, I did.

And if whatever this is that
you think that you're chasing

shows up gold, I'll
buy it, but that's it.

I'm done. You understand?

I understand.

You just wait and see.
You're gonna want me back.

You just wait and see.
- I'm sorry, Max.

Maybe it's time for you to move along.

You're way past due
to leave again anyway.

Now you don't have an excuse.

Take care of yourself.

Bill.

Fuck.

Harry, it's me.

Hey, don't worry about calling Heath.

I'll do that.

Meet me at my house
tomorrow morning instead.

I need you to check on
something else for me.

Fuck! Jesus Christ!

You scare the balls off me.

Little early to be drinking, isn't it.

Come on. You gotta see this.

- What?
- Come on.

What the hell is this about?

Holy shit.
- Whoa, don't.

Have you seen it?

- No, but Mrs. Atler's
dog went missing.

Heard some strange noises
in the woods last night.

So could be.

That sells it.

- Uh, what are you doing?
- Calling Charlie?

Are you nuts?

Uh, Sheriff Murdoch, please.

This has gone on too far. We need help.

Do you realize what this could do?

Hey Charlie, it's Harriet.

I appreciate it. All right.

See you later. Okay.

He'll be here after his shift.

Goddammit.

Let's go back inside.

I have some stuff you
need to hear about.

- What's the point now?
- Don't be a baby.

Come on.

Hmm.

Beer?

Seriously?

All right.

What do you got?

A lot, actually.

I don't know what it all means yet,

but I did some backtracking

and I found some interesting shit.

Do tell, kemosabe.

- So I started out by
going back about 20 years,

which is as far back as the internet

would carry me on the daily weather.

I took each date that you gave
me of a supposed bear attack,

and, goddammit, if it didn't correspond

to some kind of rainstorm
the previous night.

What's more, during the
years when there were

multiple attacks in a given place,

it was during the
biggest rainfall season.

- I can't believe it.
- If that blew your dick,

wait till you hear this.

I decided to keep going back further.

So, I went to the library
this morning and I checked

the newspaper weather forecast
against the earlier attacks.

And to the fucking letter,

there was some kind of rainstorm listed.

Now who knows if it
actually did rain or not,

but the coincidence is overwhelming.

Wait, but how far back did you go?

75 Years.

Huh.

- And who knows how much
further that goes back?

Are we saying what I think we're saying?

Yeah, the rain.

I mean, it makes sense.

Right, but why?

I have a theory.

I talked to Heath, I asked
him if he knew of any creature

that hunt specifically
in the rain and he said,

"Not presently. "

What, what does that mean?

That's what I said.

Do you know what he told me?

You know what, let me get
my notes so I say it right.

- Have you ever heard
of the Holocene Epoc era?

- No.
- No, me either.

Anyway, during this time,

most of the larger predatory
animals began to be phased out

by the smaller, faster animals,
but there is some evidence

to show that a certain
number of the larger creatures

began to use the rain as
cover to hunt their prey

through the thick
underbrush of a jungle.

Right, but would it be possible

to have one of these
creatures alive today?

No, no, no.

They were around for such a short time.

It would be very unlikely.

So where does that leave us?

Oh, hang on now.

I asked 'em, I said,

"What if one of these
creatures did survive?

You know, what if it was
able to evolve as well

and grow sharper,
faster, pass the skills on

from generation to generation?"

And he said.

- Well, it'd be
reptilian, that's for sure.

They adapt easier and
have longer life spans,

but its size would come down.

It's gotta find a balance
with the animals around it.

Makes sense. Life, uh, finds a way.

Right.

Now this reptile would
most likely be nocturnal,

you know, because it
would increase its chances

of staying out of sight
and its hunting success.

I mean, especially since it'd
be fighting off extinction.

What about size?

How much smaller does he
think it would've gotten?

Like the size of a dog or what?

- Get this.
- I don't know.

A small bear, maybe.

- You've gotta be shitting me?
- Nope.

I couldn't believe it when he said that,

but, of course, then he went on to say

how this is all theory and
the chances of a creature

like that avoiding detection by society

are astronomical, blah, blah, blah.

Well, at least we should have enough

for a story at this point.

Yeah, well, maybe, but I want proof.

Why?

Uh!
- Because I don't want

just a base hit, I want a grand
slam and proof will do that.

Otherwise, it's just another
crazy story. A Cryptid.

- A what?
- Cryptid.

It's a term using Cryptozoology.

It refers to a creature
that is believed to exist,

but scientifically unproven.

Like Bigfoot and Loch Ness?

- Exactly.
- Mm.

Well, at least we have
credibility on our side.

Clearly.

So why not use Charlie?

If we can convince him of this,

maybe he can provide
us the proof we need.

You know what?

You might be right.

He tags it and bags it,
we get everything we need.

Yes. Yes.

Let the people with the guns
find the murder creature.

I'm definitely a fan of that.

You should call Bill

Seriously, this is good news.

And he's like 20 stages beyond anxious

to get something from you.
- Yeah, no, I will, I will.

I just, you know, first
we gotta convince Charlie.

How hard do you think that'll be?

Uh, well, Charlie's a rock,

tough as hell with no imagination,

but he's also very smart.

He's trained to look at facts
and to draw conclusions, so

that reason alone, I
think he'll believe us.

I don't believe you.

Oh, come on Charlie.

Look at what we have here. All right?

I mean, you saw the holes.
You heard the stories.

Wait, you wanna see the map again?

- No.
- Harry, show 'em the map

again.
- No, I do not need

to see your damn map again.

I have heard everything you said.

- Okay, then why won't you
just accept the possibility

that this could be true?
- Because it's foolish.

You have one half-baked
theory based on another.

It's like a house of
cards flipped upside down.

Everything you believe in,
everything you think is right,

is based on a leap of
faith the size of Montana.

Yeah, but what if you take that leap,

just for a second, what
if you open that brick

you call a head and
just explore the idea?

- 'Cause I don't have
time to explore the idea.

The mayor is so far up my
ass, I am spitting out buttons.

And believe it or not, genius,
it's really pretty simple.

As the population grows around here,

we keep pushing the forest
back further and further,

limiting the space and the food

that is available to these bears.

Yes, bears.

Eventually, bam! They collide.

- The crazy thing is
I believe you're right.

Just not the part you think.

All of these things
you're talking about,

deforestation, increase in population.

I mean, hell, throw climate change

and global warming on top of that.

We've been cornering it,

forcing it out into
the open to get bolder

out of fear of extinction.

- All right. How do you
explain this rain business, hmm?

Why doesn't it happen in the spring?

That's the rainiest time.
- Uh, not here.

October and November have
the most rainfall each year,

most in inches and most days.

All right, fine.

Then how do you explain
the disappearance

every time we send a hunting party out?

Coincidence.

Coinc...? Jesus.

Max, open your goddamn eyes!

Are you so hard up for a story now

that you will believe
anything that comes through,

even if it's not true?

And you, Harriet.

I wouldn't have thought
you would get mixed up

in something like this.

Okay, look, I get it.

It's hard to accept at
first, but it makes sense.

No, just,

just take that hole
outside, for instance.

Have you ever seen a bear
make something like that?

Or, or leave those kinds
of tracks outside it?

What about the M.E.
report? What about that?

- What about it?
- Oh, cl,

clearly it backs up
what we're describing.

How do you know that?

I never even saw an M.E. report.

Oh, okay.

How is that possible?

There was a problem at the lab.

Some samples got contaminated.
We're still waiting.

Are you saying you've seen something?

Where did you get this?

Where do you think?

Charlie, that first day
I saw you in the street,

when the driver hit this thing,

you said something
about this bothered you.

Do you remember that?
- Of course.

What was it? What bothered you?

The victim was partially eaten.

What?

Most of his internal organs were gone

as well as parts of his arms and legs.

And what about Mrs. Stirgard?

Same thing.

I don't get it.

Generally, bears kill out of defense.

They, it's like someone threatens

their territory or they're young.

Meaning not for food.

That is not always the case.

Oh my God, come on!

I've read enough about
this in the last few days

to know that it's only
in extremely rare cases

that bears attack out of
hunger, and now we've had what?

Two in less than a week.
That's damn near impossible.

Three.

- What?
- What do you mean three?

Who was the third?

A horse was killed a few days ago.

Oh my God. Use your damn head, man!

This is bullshit, bullshit!

- But the...
- I'm sorry.

The mayor needs this cleared
up as soon as possible.

He believes it's a bear and so do I.

I have to.

I cannot pin the safety of this town

on some mythical creature that
no one has ever seen before.

What if you're wrong?

What if this thing doesn't run
and hide in the next county?

How bad will it get then?
- Look, we are sending

a hunting party out tomorrow.

So if I'm wrong, and what
you say is true, we will know.

Nancy would've believed me.

Fuck you!

She would have, and you know it.

Fuck you!

Of all the slimy, lowdown things

you could do that is the worst!

How dare you use her for this?

Use her?

I'm not using her for anything.

I'm trying to get you
to see what is right

the fuck in front of your face!

You are looking out for yourself,

which is what you do best!

And I never understood
what she saw in you ever!

Okay, good, good, good.

Now it comes out.

Well, you know what?

Neither did I, but that
doesn't change the fact

that she loved me and
I loved her more than I,

more than I could
have possibly imagined.

You're just pissed off 'cause I was able

to give her something that you couldn't.

I gave her everything.

When our parents died,
I raised her the best

that I could to do right by them!

I gave her everything!

You gave her rules then regulations.

You gave her fear of
the world around her.

You gave her a prison.

I gave her protection!

A lot of good that did!

Ooh!

Whoa, whoa, Charlie.

Just...

I can't.

I just, I can't.

Charlie.

I just can't.

Well,

that could have gone better.

You are a charmer.

Fuck.

Now what?

I know a game warden in Portland.

Um, I could go talk to him.

See if he'll come here.

Then we can try to go to work on him.

You mean like torture him?

I'm really gonna miss you.

Me too.

I'm sorry about all this.

I'm sorry I took the only
person who actually believes me

and put you in the
middle of this shitstorm.

Thank you for saying so.

- Well the truth is,
you're the best person

I've ever worked with

and, uh, well, a real friend.

I just thought if...

I don't know, if we found
this thing together, then...

I don't even know what
I thought, I just...

Anyway, I, I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Despite my complaints,

you make me see things
in a different way,

and I like that

Be safe, okay?

Aren't I always?

- I should be back in
a couple hours anyway.

Here. Mm.

Uh, wait here for a second?

Sure.

Thanks.

- Afternoon, sheriff.
- Hey, Beth.

The mayor is here to see you.

- What?
- The mayor.

He's in your office.

- Charlie.
- Tom.

Uh, Charlie, it's me.

I think there's not much time left.

It's supposed to rain tonight
but not again for a while,

and by that time, who
knows where it'll be?

And I can't let this stand.

You know, not now.

So I'm headed out at sundown.

I know you don't buy
that story in the paper.

You knew it then and you
sure as hell know it now.

I just hope,

I just hope you believe me
because I'm asking for your help.

Okay? Uh...

Please, please help me.

I didn't think you'd show.

Where'd you get the gun?

- It was my dad's.
- Yeah, well

when was the last time you fired it?

I don't know. Probably when was 16.

Are you here to stop me?
Because you can save it.

That fucker killed Harriet and I'm not-

- Max, I just don't want
you to blow your foot off.

I saw the papers today.

Get everything you wanted?

They did, and then some.

- Everyone happy?
- Almost everyone.

Look, unfortunately, I couldn't
get as many as I needed,

what with the emergency
being over and all,

but I trust these guys.

Uh, this is John Pendleton.

He's the one whose horse
got killed the other day.

Might be related.

John.

Deputy.

Max.

Thanks for coming out, guys.

No problem.

It sucks about, Harriet.

She was a special girl.

Yeah she was.

Charlie fill you guys
in one the details?

He did.

I'm not quite sure I believe it, but

I've never known Charlie to
lie or even stretch the truth,

so I'll take his word
for it till I know better.

- John's family owns a lot
of the surrounding property

that will most likely be headed through.

- We've done our fair
share of big game hunting,

so we should be able
to track this thing.

All right, listen up.

We are going to stay in
constant visual contact

of each other, all right?

You make sure that you always have

a sight line to everybody else.

No one goes off alone.

You. I'm giving you
six hours and that's it.

Six hours, Max.

When I call it, I call it. It's done.

And I don't give a shit what
you say, I will drag your ass

out of there by your ears if I have to.

Charlie...

Listen, I appreciate you guys

coming down to help me, I do.

All right, but you
also need to understand

that I'm here no matter what

I'm headed out into those woods.

I have to, but you don't.

If it's what you say it is,

then we've got bigger
problems than just tonight.

I am in.
- He's right.

If this thing killed Harriet,

I'm fucking in.

- And hell, I'm the only
one with the legal right

to authorize this so
if that means wandering

through the woods in
the middle of the night

with the likes of you
then, then so be it.

Let's go.

Say, Max, come here for a second.

I, um...

About the other day, um, didn't-

- I know, Charlie. You
don't have to say anything.

No, I do. I do.

I did not mean it.

I know, neither did I.

You're a good man, Max.

And I consider you family.

Thank you, Charlie.

Let's do this.

Hey, shut that off.

- Yeah, why?
- Don't use that

unless you absolutely have to.

- Why?
- It kills night vision.

You just let your eyes
adjust to the darkness,

you'll be able to see everything.

Use that flashlight, you can only see

what's in the beam of light.

How do you know that?

Night hunting.

Hold up, guys.

John, hold that.

I wanna cross-check this.

Okay, uh, this area here,

it's our best chance of spotting it.

I figure if we push east,

we can skirt past Prospect Hill

and hit this patch of
forest on the south side.

Then if we spread out
across this old farm,

we can cover a good stretch of land.

Okay, so, there's a creek

that runs through here and through here,

and there's a small
canyon on the other side.

Now, if we just stay
on this narrow band,

we should be able to, uh,
cover a lot of the back part

of the property in no time at all.

Now, that old farm you're talking about,

that's Jackson Farm.

Now I've been there.

Uh, thing it likes to dig, right?

Yeah, deep tunnels.

- See this patch just
above Jackson Farm

by Buzzard Creek Trail?

No rocks, no trees,
just tracts of open land.

All right. Sounds like a plan.

Ho.

It's still fresh.

There's more on this tree.

Something got hit here.

It's headed northeast.

Well, it's like your idea

about the Jackson Farm was right.

Well, I'm beginning to think

that I'm not too happy about that.

- You okay, John?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Let's go.

- Looks like you might
get your proof after all.

No offense, Charlie,

fuck you if you still
think I care about that.

That's what I wanna hear.

Damn.

That's it. The tracks just stop.

Christ.

Farmhouse is that way.

Holy shit!

- John!
- Get to the farm!

Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, no, come on!

Come on!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- We need to keep moving.
- No, Max is in there!

We need to keep moving, we don't know

- Cover me, cover me!
- where that thing is!

Max!

- Charlie, we have to go.
- Max!

Max!
- Charlie, now!

- Oh, shit.
- Max, shit!

Charlie!

Sonn...

Son of a bitch. Charlie!

Shit.

Goddammit!

Oh!

Motherfucker!

Are you fucking kidding me?

Mm. Please.

C- C-Come on. Come
on, come on, please.

Come on.

All right.

Let's go. Let's go.

Mm.

Shit!

Fuck!

You know what?

All right.

Let's think about it.

All right, go this way.

Come on!

Keep going, keep going.

Did you hit it?

I'm doubtful.

I couldn't see shit.

So much for night vision.

Now what?

I don't know.

Do you think Max is still alive?

I don't know, maybe.

- Shit, man, is there
anything you do know?

- Yeah, I know that
if Max is still alive,

we gotta figure out a way to draw

that creature away from its den.

How do we do that?

We gotta go back in.

Wait, wait. I think I have an idea.

Now,

given this thing's nature,

it must primarily hunt by scent.

Whoa, whoa, what the fuck?

Sonny!

- The only way that we
can attract that thing

away from Max and towards us

is to give it some
incentive, like a fresh wound.

Are you fucking crazy?

Maybe, but if we can put this scent

on some trees in one area,

I bet it'll come running.

And if it doesn't?

- Then I'm an idiot and I'm
gonna need some stitches.

All right.

Let's find a spot.

What the fuck? Oh, what the fuck?

Oh, Jesus.

Oh no.

There's something moving.

Oh, fuck.

Oh!

Fuck it.

That should do it.

Den is downwind from
here so it smells this,

should lead him right down this way.

- What if the rain
washes the scent away?

It'll take a while.

Cover me.

Fresh wound.

Jesus, Sonny. Oh, Jesus.

We gotta get you outta here.
- No, go, go after it.

No, man! You're hurt!

- Really, I think it
looks worse that it is.

- No, I think it looks
pretty fucking bad.

All right? We gotta get you outta here.

I'll come back for Max.
- No.

No, it's wounded. You,
you can't lose it now.

I'll be okay.

All right, look at me.

You take this, all right?

That thing comes back around, that has

a lot more stopping power.

Don't fucking die!

You good?
- Yeah.

- All right.
- Yeah, go, go.

Oh!

Oh fuck.

Fuck!

Yuck.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, fuck.

Uh!

Max?

Sonny?

Fuck!

Sonny, I'm down here!

- Max?
- Sonny?

Holy shit.
- Max?

Sonny, holy shit.

Max.

- Where's Charlie?
- I, I don't know, he...

I heard a scream. It
might have been him.

What?

You gotta help me get outta here man.

- Do you have any rope?
- Oh fuck.

I was gonna ask you
the same thing. Shit.

Man, we gotta get outta here.

This, this thing could
be back any second.

- Yeah, I know. She's
not gonna be pleased.

- What?
- Nothing.

How am I gonna get outta here?

I, I don't know.

Fuck. Fuck.

Wait.

Wait.

Oh fuck. I have an idea.

Wait, I'll be back. Okay.

Oh, for Christ sake.

Oh, Jesus.

Gross.

Oh, shit.

Okay. Okay.

Hurry, Max.

I'm doing the best I can.

Do better.

Max?

Max? Max?

I got ya, buddy. I got ya.

Well, well, well.

Nice of you to drop by.

Shit.

How do you feel?

Oh, you know, everything hurts.

Hmm. No doubt.

You gave me quite the scare.

Oh, oh, wow.

You were covered in so much blood,

I wasn't sure where your injuries were.

Jesus. Oh.

You remember what happened?

Oh, I remember you shot me.

Well, just a little bit.

Oh, God, don't make me laugh.

- Had a hell of a time
getting you out of there.

Right.

Shit, Charlie, the cave!

We gotta go back or-
- Take it easy, Max.

No, no. We gotta go back now!

- Dammit, Max, why on earth
would I wanna go back there?

There are eggs!

What?

Eggs.

They could be anywhere by now?

The creature's body's gone.

So how do we explain this?

I don't see how we can.

Well, we can take the
eggshells to an expert

and hope we can get them to believe us.

You think they will?

Did you?

So what then?

It's getting cold.

They'll be looking for place to lay low

and stay warm through the winter.

So if we're lucky, these things

won't come out again till next spring,

but with this many,

it'll be worse.

And if so?

- I'd grab every man, woman
and child that could hold a gun

and get ready for the carnage to start.

And where will you be?

Home.

♪ There's a monster in the closet ♪

♪ A creature by the bed ♪

♪ Demons in the shadows ♪

♪ Someone's gonna get dead ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ So run ♪

♪ You got to hide ♪

♪ It's not time for heroes ♪

♪ Mojo or ego ♪

♪ When blood is being spattered♪

♪ The only thing that matters
is to make it out alive, yeah ♪

♪ These clues are just illusions♪

♪ Or so the doctor said ♪

♪ The rain is soaked in terror ♪

♪ Someone's gonna get dead ♪

♪ So run ♪

♪ You got to hide ♪

♪ No time for heroes ♪

♪ Mojo or ego ♪

♪ When blood is being splattered♪

♪ The only thing that matters
is to make it out alive, yeah ♪

♪ I know I saw something ♪

♪ It was raining like hell ♪

♪ There were holes in the earth♪

♪ And I wanted to yell, help ♪

♪ I had no reception ♪

♪ No bars in my cell, damn ♪

♪ I couldn't run
and I couldn't hide ♪

♪ I was lost in the woods ♪

♪ And oh, God, oh, God, oh, God♪

♪ The ungodly smell ♪

♪ So run ♪

♪ You got to hide ♪

♪ It's no time for heroes ♪

♪ Mojo or ego ♪

♪ When blood is being splattered♪

♪ The only thing that matters
is to make it out alive, yeah ♪

♪ Call the police ♪