All language subtitles for Desert Shadows

(logo whooshing)

(animal growling)
(raven chirping)

(ethereal musical flourish)

(animal growls in the distance)

(gun clicks)

(gun fires)
(Eric laughing)

- Damn it, Eric.

- I got the slippery
little bastard.

- That was my first
clean shot all week.

- Relax, little brother.

I got us dinner.

- Your dinner, not mine.

I'm not eating snake.

- Come on.

Hey, don't be such a
little bitch, Donnie.

Guess I'll just meet you
back at the car, then.

Good talk, good talk.

(water running)

(ominous rumbling in distance)

(flies buzzing)

(bag thuds)

(light ominous music)

(rocks sliding)

(smacking flashlight)

(ominous music resumes)

(birds fluttering)

(ominous music resumes)

(tapping flashlight)

(suspenseful thud)

(bird fluttering)

(ominous music resumes)

(body thuds)
(creature growling)

(suspenseful music)

(Donnie wailing)
(creature growling)

(suspenseful music)

(creature growling)

(music fades)

(high pitch tone)
(ominous music)

(creature growling in distance)

(high pitch tone)

(gentle ominous music)

(water running)

(water splashing)

(ominous music)

(spits)
(music softens)

(lock clicking)

(trunk shuts)

(phone ringing)

(ominous music)

(hands thud)

(gentle country music)
(fire crackling)

- Yeah, their insides were
torn right the fuck out.

Guts everywhere.

- How many of these they find?

- 20, 50, maybe, I don't know.

The claw marks on their hides

were something
they'd never seen.

- Your friend is full of shit.

- Fuck you!
(laughing)

Weirdest part,
some of these cows

were wrapped in
this sticky shit.

Like a god damn cocoon.

- Baru!

- What the fuck did you
just say to me, old man?

- That's what they
call it, a Baru.

Flesh-eating demon.

(creature growling)
(high pitch tone)

- Flesh eating demon.
(patrons laughing)

So tell me, old man,

what's this Baru want?

(high pitch tone)
(voices echoing)

- Are you okay, man?

(body thuds)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music resumes)

(man chattering)

- He said, "Doctor, doctor,
my wife, she's dead!"

Doctor said, "What the
hell happened to her?

(burgers sizzling)

She choked!
(laughing)

- Oh, you are a very sick man.

You know that, right?

- Oh come on, that's
fucking funny.

Oh...
(people chattering)

Ah, guess who just floated
in from planet weirdo.

- Come on, man. Take it easy.

He lost his brother.

How would you feel?

- Jag.
(bag thuds)

- Make yourself at home.

- So I was doing some digging.

- Donnie, what the?

- This thing, this Baru,
as the old man called it,

turns out this thing's
been around for centuries.

And not just here in Nevada.

In fact, it was the government

that brought it here
in the first place.

Conducting tests on
aggravating them.

And the fucking
old man was right.

This thing ain't
some kind of animal,

it's a fucking monster.

I seen it with my own
god damn eyes, Jag.

It almost killed me.

- Nut bag.
(coughing)

- I'm not fucking crazy.

Eric didn't just
get lost out there.

He got taken by this thing,
this fucking creature.

I got proof, look.
- Here we go, boys.

- Right...
- Rare, and medium well.

- Thank you.

- Anything for you, hon?

- No, our resident
head case is leaving.

- Got it, right here, look.

Eric would have been
right over here,

after we separated,
meaning that-

- Donnie.

You gotta stop
with these god damn

wild witch hunt
conspiracies of yours, man.

Eric is gone.

There's nothing you
can do about it.

- I'm not crazy.

- Eric was my friend,
you know that.

But he went down the wrong path.

That's all this is.

Once an addict,
always an addict.

And you gotta stop letting
his shit bring you down, too.

You've lost enough already.

- This isn't him disappearing
to get high, Jag.

- Donnie!

Just, just go, man.

Just go.

- Bye bye.
- Just go.

(papers rustling)

- Geeze.

- Why do you always
gotta do that?

- Do what?

- Like you don't know.

Come on, man.

(suspenseful music)

(knocking on door)

- Eric, open up.

(knocking on door)

Come on, I know you're in there.

Open the god damn door.

(door clicks open)

(door slams)

(door creaks)

(curtains slide)

- Hey, Donnie.

Eric's not here right now.

You have to come back later.

- Out.

(spits)

- Fuck you, Donnie.

- Hey.
(grumbling)

What the fuck?

Hey, where are you going, baby?

Oh, come on...

Go away.

It's too fucking early.

- Get up.

Eric.
(stamps foot)

- What?

What?

What the fuck is so
god damn important

that you have to be here?

- Dad's dead.

(melancholy music)

(rain pattering)

(door creaks open and shuts)

(radio dispatch chatter)

Come on, Eric.

Where the fuck are you?

(melancholy music resumes)
(dispatch chatter resumes)

(gentle dramatic music)

- So a man turned
to him and he said,

Sir, do dead men bleed?

No, of course not.

Dead man do not bleed.

But, let me run a
little experiment.

I have this needle.

Show me your finger.

Well, the man convinced he is
indeed already dead, obliges,

and holds out his finger.

The doctor pricks it.

And blood bursts out.

But we were talking
about phenomena

that are beyond normal, right?

Was the patient now convinced

that he was indeed alive?

- Of course not.

The patient was
mad to begin with.

He probably came up with
another delusional point

that he was still
a dead man walking.

- Okay, that's one
strong possibility,

but remember, I
said beyond normal.

We have to open our minds past

society's normal
view of reality.

(machine clicking)

I mean, why must
this man be mad?

(indistinct whispering)

Simply because he
speaks in ways that-

- Should we do it?
(book slams)

- We deem weird?

(machine clicking)

1992 Oregon.

This was a scene that
nurses found minutes later.

The scene of a
lunatic turned killer,

or was it something
else at work?

Most of the blood you see
spattered was the doctor's,

but not all of it.

There was another DNA
strand in the final report.

But it was not the
patient's blood,

or any of the orderlies.

There was no match.

And scientists found
something quite off

about the sample
that they tested.

The results were inconclusive,

and they chalked it up
to a corrupted sample.

Any theories?

- Well, what happened
to the patient?

Didn't they even find him?

- I remember reading
about this case.

The patient's body
was never found,

and his records
just disappeared.

- Of course, you
already read about it.

- I call bullshit.

I'm sorry, Professor,

but I'm sure this is
purely PR related,

to minimize the fallout of
a mental patient murder.

- Or his records
really were destroyed,

because they proved
he was actually dead.

- Okay.

- Professor, what if somehow
his body remained in tact

after his death,

but without a soul,
mentally he went insane.

I mean, sure, the
doctor's disbelief

probably pushed
him over the edge,

but maybe it wasn't his fault.

- Right, so he was
a fucking zombie.

Nice theory, Morgan.
(students laughing)

- Fuck you, Rachel.
- Alright hey hey hey hey.

Alright, enough, come on.

Really?

Your assignment is do
more digging, people.

Pay attention especially
to the DNA data.

There's a lot more to this one.

We will explore it
further next week.

- Come on, Professor.

You don't need any of us to
research the correlations.

Just give it to Morgan.

She'll do all the work.

Some of us actually have lives.

- [Professor]
Yeah, get out, out.

I've had enough of
you for one day.

(desk slams)
(ominous music)

(papers rustling)

- It's right here.

It's high ground, and
completely dry up there.

Satellite images hide it,

and there's a fence
line, keeps everyone out.

Now records indicate it's
an old mining facility,

but there are hordes
of theorists online,

swears it's government.

This creature managed to escape

after God knows how many
years of being locked up.

What's the first
thing it would do?

- Well, like any
living creature,

it would seek nourishment.

- Exactly. Water.

That's where I first
found the blood trail.

This creek just happened to be

the closest significant
water source to the facility.

And the cave makes sense to
cover from the hot temperatures.

Look, everybody thinks Eric
just fell back to drugs.

That's not it.

I mean, I get it,
he had a problem.

But he would've contacted me,
shown up somewhere, anywhere.

Search and rescue
scanned miles and miles

of surrounding area and
never found his body.

My attack and his disappearance

can't be just a coincidence.

- Donnie.
- I'm not fucking crazy.

I know how it sounds,

but I know what I
fucking saw there.

- Donnie, relax.

(gentle music)

I believe you.

You're definitely
right about one thing.

That facility, the government.

They're known for
obscure experiments.

- How can you be sure?

- Because I've been there.

Listen, I just need you to be
patient for right now, okay?

There's a couple leads
that I'm working on.

Alright?
- Okay.

- I will call you
when I know more.

(ominous music)

- Come on, let's do it.

- I can't believe we're
actually doing this.

(suspenseful music)

- Ooh, it's so creepy out here.

- Oh shut up, Mary.

Grow some balls,
for fuck's sake.

- Hey ladies, what do you say?

Nobody's around.

No stupid boys, girl's night.

- I don't know if we should.

- Oh my god, you're crazy.

(ominous music)

Woo!
(laughing)

- Yes.

- Well?

(ominous music)

- Come on.

- There's something
out there, though.

I don't think this
is such a good idea.

Maybe we should just go.

- Shut up, Mary.

Now let's see those titties!
(water splashing)

- [Both] Titties,
titties, titties!

- Okay, fine.

- Woo!
- Ow!

- Come on, show me them!
(water splashes)

Ow! Come on, let's see 'em.

- Oh wow.
(laughing)

- Shut up.
(suspenseful music)

You guys are such bi-
(head slams)

(girls screaming)

- [Eric] Check this out, bro.
(voice echoing)

What the fuck is that?

(ominous music)

(heavy breathing)

(abrupt scream)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Donnie, it's Charles.

I've got something for you,

but you're gonna
have to move fast.

(ominous music)

- Okay.
(phone beeps)

(phone slams)

(door opens and shuts)

(engine revving)

- Hey.
- What the fuck?

(tapping on window)

- I'm one of Professor
Ridley's students.

- Uh yeah, what the
hell are you doing here?

- Okay, I know this is
going to sound crazy,

but I have to come with you.

I overheard you and the
Professor talking on the phone

about the attack.

- Look, I appreciate
your tenacity,

but I really need to go.
- No, come on, look.

I promise I'm not
gonna slow you down.

I can help you.

I'm really good at this stuff.

Please.

I'm not gonna take
no for an answer.

- Fine.

(suspenseful music)

(doors open)
(music cuts)

I think it's over here.
(light ominous music)

- [Morgan] How'd the
Professor find out about this?

- [Donnie] I don't know.

And he said the cops
can show up anytime,

so let's get moving.

- You've been here?

- Yeah, my dad was
big outdoorsy type.

He was always dragging me and
Eric to these random spots.

- That's fun.

My parents are more
of the shut-in type.

Or, they were, I should say.

- I think I might
have preferred that.

(gentle ominous music)

- Oh my god.

(gasping) Fuck!
(ominous music)

You know what, I think
I'm gonna be sick.

Oh fuck.
- Jesus.

(ominous music resumes)

You know, when I was attacked,

there were two things
that stood out to me

more than anything.

This bluish green
shit, it was like goo.

I think it was the creature's
blood, or something.

But equally weird
(ominous music)

was this sticky web substance.

I found a deer corpse
halfway wrapped up in it.

But I don't think the
creature was finished.

It almost looked
like it was making a-

- A cocoon?

- Yeah, exactly.

- You're gonna want
to come see this.

- Fuck, that's it.

Hey, don't touch that shit.

We don't know what's in there.

Plus, we're not even supposed
to be here, remember?

- Okay, geeze.

Hey, there are two more
sets of clothes over here.

- So where's the third girl?

- I think the bigger question is

what the hell happened here?

- Well, we got two
girls stripped down,

so they must have
been in the water.

Out headless friend here

looks like she was killed

before she got a
chance to join them.

- Right, so the two girls try
to make a run for it that way,

and then this girl got caught,

and put in a freaking cocoon.

- So I guess the
third girl's that way?

(gentle ominous music)

- Jesus.
(flies buzzing)

What, did she fucking get eaten?

- Who the hell would eat
one and wrap the other?

- She must have had something
that the other girls didn't.

(phone buzzing)

Look, I don't know.

I still think we need
to take a closer look

at that cocoon shit.

- Shit, we need to go.

- Now?

- Yeah, come on.

Grab some of that blue shit,

and let's get the
fuck out of here.

(suspenseful music)

(engine revving)

(suspenseful music resumes)

Fuck.

- You know that guy?

- Yeah, and he knows me, too.

(ominous music)

- Phenomenal.

- What is it?

- It's alive.

Quite literally, too.

The sample you
took seems to have

some kind of a DNA strand in it,

but the strand is
more like a parasite.

Like it's searching
for something.

- Shit, I can't tell.

- Alright, just look carefully.

You have to look
around the blood cells.

Those are human mixed
in from the victim,

when the sample was
gathered, it seems.

(ominous music)

- What? I see them.

Jesus.

They seem agitated.

Are they supposed to be
swirling in the blood like that?

(ominous music)

- It's trying to
bond with the blood.

Don't you know what this means?

I know this.

I know I've seen this before.

- It means that the
creature's natural instinct

is to find a human host.

- Like for breeding.

- No, no not for breeding.

For survival.

It seems that it needs a human
host to overcome something.

I don't know what.

- Like our atmosphere?

- Yeah.

Actually, exactly
like our atmosphere.

Which means this isn't some
forsaken creature, you guys.

This is from another
fucking planet.

- Oh, I'd say it's
a little bit more

of both.
(slams book)

(suspenseful music)
(creature growling)

- Donnie, are you okay?

- That's it.

That's the fucking
creature that attacked me.

- That's the
Barushakana Razalla.

Legend tells of its appearance.

It's said to rise from
the depths of hell

during a solar eclipse.

- Jesus, Charles,

this isn't a fucking werewolf
hunt in a scary movie,

fuck!
- Jesus Christ, Donnie.

Come on, don't you-

You said so yourself.

This creature is different.

Like it's some
kind of a monster.

- Yeah, but I don't think
digging through a book

of fairy tales is
the answer either.

- Okay Donnie, stop.

- Okay look, I get it.

This is a lot to take in.

And it's a lot easier to
believe in these things

when it's only in your mind.

But when it not only becomes
reality, but conflict,

that's when it gets confusing.

This,

this is not just a book
of made-up stories.

This is a diary.

It's a diary of
occurrences over time.

Of things that
can't be explained.

At least not to someone
with a closed mind.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Look, it's getting late.

It's been a long night.

I want you to get some rest.

Morgan and I will
run some more tests.

We'll get some more specifics

on exactly how
and why this thing

is trying to attach
itself to humans.

- I'm fine, I'm
fine, I can help.

- I want you to get some rest.

You're only slowing us down.

(sighs)

Morgan.
- Yeah.

- Spin these down.
- Sure.

(light ominous music)

- [Professor] It's the
Barushakana Razalla.

Legend tells of its appearance.

It's said to rise from
the depths of hell

during a solar eclipse.

- Barushakana,

Barushakana.
(ominous music)

- Baru!

That's what they
call it, a Baru!

Flesh-eating demon.

- Shit.
(suspenseful music)

(phone rings)

- [Jerry] Jerry's Desert
Quenchers, this is Jerry.

- Yeah, I'm looking for a
patron of yours, an old man.

- [Jerry] Ha, you're
gonna have to be

a little more specific
than that, kid.

My crowd isn't exactly
young and fresh.

(ominous music)

- Yeah.

Look, I'm pretty sure
he's a regular of yours.

Crazy guy, tells lots
of outlandish stories.

(Jerry clearing throat)

Look, I know I'm being vague,

but I was in there
a few months ago.

The guy was telling everybody

about this fucking Baru thing.

(laughing)

- You're that fella that
passed out in here, aren't you?

- Yeah, but I was just-
- Sorry, kid.

Can't help you.

Crazy man looking
for a crazy man.

- Wait, wait, wait, hey.
- Good luck with that.

(phone beeps)

- Hello, hello?

Fuck!

(trunk thuds)
(ominous music)

(trunk slams open)
(suspenseful music)

(creature growling)

What the fuck!
(suspenseful music)

Fuck!

(creature growling)

(gun fires)
(creature growls)

(ominous music)

(music fades)
(Donnie sighs)

(gentle melancholy music)

(door opens)

(door shuts)

(keyboard ticking)

Have you been here all night?

- Yep.

Donnie, you're never gonna
believe what we found.

Look at this.

What the hell happened to you?

- Nothing, just show
me what you found.

- Okay...
(gentle music)

Okay, here.

So we know the creature's blood

was attempting to bond
with the human DNA, right?

Look at this.

It's not just bonding.

It's manipulating the host.

Controlling it, not
just killing it.

- [Donnie] So the host blood
is surviving the attack.

- Yes and no.

I mean, most of its
properties remain,

but for the most part,

the human DNA is
barely existent.

It's there, just dormant.

- So the process
can be reversed?

- What do you mean?

- If the creature's taking
a host, a human host,

that process can
be reversed, right?

The creature be removed,

and the human survive?

- You don't think your brother-

- I don't know what
to think anymore.

Where's the Professor?

- He took off.

In a real hurry, actually.

- Why?

- I don't know.

We found this, he found
something else in his book,

and then just took off.

You know, to be honest,

it's starting to
sound a little crazy.

- What did he find?

- He didn't say.

He just told me to
tell you to sit tight,

and don't do anything

until he gets back.
(phone buzzing)

Who is it?

- The Detective that saw
us leaving the hot springs?

- Oh geeze, do not answer that.

- Fuck. Yeah?

- [Jaggard] Hey.

I can't believe I'm
actually saying this,

but I think I've
found something.

- Where are you?

- [Jaggard] I'm out by
the old shack off 50.

You remember it?

- Yeah, of course.

But what are you
doing out there?

- [Jaggard] I'm
beginning to think,

shit.

Well, that maybe you're
not so crazy after all.

Just get out here, will you?

- Yeah, of course, right away.

- Hey, where the
hell are you going?

Donnie!

(ominous music)

- It's the strangest
thing I ever seen, Donnie.

One girl was wrapped in
some sticky web shit.

A god damn cocoon.

Pathologists are still
trying to get her out of it

so we can do the
examination on her.

But you already knew
that, didn't you?

Come on, now.

I passed you not five
miles from the crime scene.

Jesus, Donnie, what are
you getting yourself into?

If I didn't know you,

you'd be at the top
of the suspect list.

Fuck, man.

How'd you know about the
three girls before we did?

Come on, Donnie, throw
me a fucking bone here.

- Hey.

I went to you for help.

Told you all about this.

And your fucking sleazebag
partner spit in my face.

- I get it.

I really do.

But you gotta understand that

it's a little hard
to believe, right?

And I'm here now, aren't I?

- Yeah, you are.

What are we doing
out here, anyway?

I canvased the entire area.

You don't think the old shack

wasn't the first place I looked?

- Yeah, but you only know
it as the hunting stop.

Back in the day,

Eric and I used to sneak
out here on weekends.

Bring a few girls,
bring a few beers.

You know.
- Yeah.

I remember you two together.

- Fuck, that was forever ago.

Long before Eric went
over the deep end.

(melancholy music)

- Cool, cool!

- God damn it, Eric.

Stat out of the-

Ow...

Shit.

Oh, Donnie, help me out
with this pack, would you?

- Sure thing.

- Let me sit down first.

(sighs)

Hand me my pills out
of there, would you?

That brother of yours
ain't scared of anything.

- Yeah, but he's sure a dumbass.

- You watch your fucking mouth.

Can I get a shit
too, please?

Come here a sec.

(gentle music)

Donnie, you are the smart one.

That means you gotta
look after him.

'Cause he's family.

You know, he's blood,
and that's forever.

So you gotta watch his back,

no matter how much
of a dumbass he is.

(Donnie chuckles)

No matter what.
- No matter what.

- That's a good boy.

Now go get him out of there
before he kills himself.

- Eric!

- If Eric wanted to use,

I figured this is a close
enough place to keep a stash.

I know you'd have never
let him do that, so.

He always kept a decent
size supply up here,

just in case.

It's that emergency
shit right there.

But he'd have never opened this

unless he was
completely desperate.

- He did say he hadn't
used for a couple weeks.

- You know, for Eric, I'd
say that's pretty desperate.

- I was being an ass to him.

I was just so fucking
frustrated with him.

We should've never separated
in the first place.

This doesn't change
anything, though, Jag.

Even if he did come
out here to use,

he would've showed up.

That fucking creature had
to have found him, too.

That's the only explanation.

You realize that, right?

- I didn't want to.

But, then I found something.

(water rushing)

(gentle ominous music)

Just right down there.

(ominous music)

(melancholy music)

- I'm gonna kill
this fucking monster.

And rip its fucking head off.

- He was in there.

Wasn't he?

So where is he now?

- Who the fuck is this?

(plates clinking)

(liquid spills)

(plates clinking)

- Your kitchen is
fucking disgusting.

- Yeah, sorry.

- Your Detective friend, again?

- Yeah.

- Now, are you sure you don't
want to bring him in on this?

It seems like he wants to help.

- I know.

It's just,

I feel like I'm going
completely insane.

- Well, I think that
happened months ago.

It doesn't make any
of this less real.

- I wasn't gonna
tell you about this,

mostly because I
didn't believe myself.

But last night,
after I left the lab,

something happened.

- I assumed so.

You looked like
shit this morning.

- That creature, or some
creature, attacked me.

- Where?

- I think it hitched
a ride back with us

from the hot springs.

I was driving out,
following a lead,

fucker bursts out of the trunk,

ran me off the damn road.

- Oh my god.

- It was different, though.

It wasn't how I
remembered it from before.

- Different.

So you think there's
more than the one

that first attacked you?

You don't think that Eric...
(gentle music)

- I don't know.

But its eyes,

for just a second, I
swear I saw Eric in there.

Probably just
false hope, though.

- Oh my god.

Oh my god, that's what
the cocoons are for.

They're converting
humans into its kind.

- Jesus, do you really
think that's possible?

- Yeah, the way those
samples were bonding.

The empty cocoon by
your brother's supplies.

I'd say it's more than possible.

- Fuck.

I shot him.

What do we do now?

- I don't know.

God, I wish the
Professor was here.

He'd probably have some
idea of what to do.

I mean, I don't even know
where to begin to look.

It's not like they
have some lair.

- The girl.
(ominous music)

- What?

- One of the girls
at the hot springs.

She was wrapped
in a cocoon, too.

Jag said the pathologist
hasn't even been able

to open it without
damaging the remains.

- Okay, okay.

So if we can just take
a look at the body,

then we would at least be
able to prove our theory.

- So the morgue, then?

- Yeah?
(ominous music)

- No, I'm not waiting
any longer for 'em.

The body will be fine.

It's not like it's
going anywhere.

They even have me keeping
it in the old basement.

I know.
- It's not time,

it's not time.
- I've never seen

anything like it, either.
- It's not time.

- Let's go, let's go.

- Bob told me the FBI-
- Okay come on, come.

- Would be here in the
morning with a specialist

to see for themselves.

Yeah, I don't think
they really believe us.

Hell, I wouldn't believe us.

(door slams)
(ominous music)

(lights click)
(suspenseful music)

- I bet that's her.
(door shuts)

Okay...

(plastic rustling)
(suspenseful music)

Well, looks like
we made it in time.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh my god!
(banging)

- Fuck!
(suspenseful music)

- She's fucking alive in there.

Or something is.
(creature growling)

What the hell do we do?

- I don't fucking know!

(cocoon exploding)
(suspenseful music)

(creature growling)
(Morgan screaming)

(suspenseful music)

(creature growling)
(Morgan screaming)

- Hey!

(suspenseful music)
(creature shrieking)

- Donnie!
(suspenseful music)

(creature gagging)

What is happening?

- Freeze!
(door slams)

(suspenseful music)

Shit!
(creature growling)

- Fuck!

(man screaming)
(creature growling)

(suspenseful music resumes)

(creature shrieking)

(body exploding)

- What the fuck?
(ominous music)

(body sizzling)

(spitting)

- You're fucked.

(both gasping)

- What the fuck?

Jesus Christ.

(gasping)

I fucking knew her.

- What?

- She's in the
Professor's class with me.

Or was.

Oh my god.

Her name's Rachel.

(both panting)
(music fades)

(birds chirping)

(gentle music)
(phone buzzing)

(gentle music resumes)

(ominous music)

(knocking on door)

(lock clicks)

(knocking on door)

- Jag called.

He said he's got new
info on the Professor.

He wants to meet right now.

- Okay.
(door shuts, locks)

Yeah, let me put some
clothes on first.

(door shuts)

- [Donnie] Do you trust him?

- Who?

- [Donnie] Professor Ridley.

(ominous music)

Well?

- I guess.

I mean, I'm sure he's
got an explanation.

(gasping)

What the fuck?

Ow, ah...

- [Donnie] Come on, hurry up.

We gotta get out there.

- Yeah, okay.

- She attacked us.

It was vicious.

She wasn't like the creatures

that attacked me
from before, though.

She looked more...

Infected.

Her body seemed to
be disintegrating.

After McElroy, or
after she got him,

she just, fell apart?

- What the hell was he
doing there, anyway?

- He was keeping
watch over the body,

at least until
the FBI showed up.

- Yeah well, they did.

And he didn't even
seem that surprised

by the sight of her.

I don't think it's the
first time he'd seen that.

- Look, I don't think we need
to start going down that path.

At least, not just yet.

And while you two were
breaking and entering,

and I was coming
up with nothing,

I did a little
bit more checking.

Now, you mentioned
this Professor Ridley

was helping you with this case.

- Yeah, so what?
(light ominous music)

- Well, you don't
find it a little weird

that he was interested in
taking your case, Donnie?

I mean, I know he
teaches this stuff.

But, honestly, would you
believe anyone that came in

spewing some monster bullshit?

Even a guy like that.

And those girls?

Those girls were in his class,

and he knew that they were dead,

long before the police did.

It's just way too
many coincidences.

And to top it off,

he skips town for
what, more than a week.

It's a little interesting,
don't you think?

- Yeah, well, yeah.

I'd be lying if I didn't say

I wasn't getting a
little worried, but,

he didn't have any
tie into this shit.

I found him, not the
other way around.

- No, you didn't find him.

- What are you talking about?

Of course I did.

- No, no Professor
Ridley had me look you up

weeks before you came in.

- Well, I needed
to do something,

and apparently it's
a good thing I did.

Charles Ridley, also
known as Frank Rankroft.

Now, apparently Mr. Rankroft
has quite a buried past.

And I'm sure I'm just
scratching the surface of it.

There is no Charles Ridley.

It's all a fake.

It's a good fake, but
it's all bullshit.

- What happened to him, then?

Why the new identity?

(people chattering)

- I could lose my job
on this shit, but,

you know that base
you told me about?

Yeah, well that shit is real.

And they're doing all
kinds of experiments,

and some insanely
classified shit.

Rankroft worked there.

He was a researcher there.

And then there was
some kind of incident.

(papers rustling)

- Fuck, Jag.

How the hell did you get this?

- Don't even ask.

- The guy has an experiment
go horribly wrong,

goes insane,

his staff gets hurt,

and then just disappears
for the next 30 years?

- And then what?

Shows up as a community
college professor?

What's the point?

- I don't know,

but it's a miracle
I got this much.

- What do we do now?

- I'm gonna keep digging.

I'm gonna keep
checking things out.

And you two are not
gonna do anything stupid.

For god's sake, just
keep this to yourself.

Some people can
be more dangerous

than these damn creatures.

You hear me?

(gentle ominous music)

Hey.

Hey man, you following me?

Hey! Hey, hold it!

(door slams)
(ominous music)

Come on out!

(suspenseful music)

(creature growling)

What the fuck!

Eric!

Eric, is that you?

Come on man, this isn't you.

Come on.
(creature growling)

Let me help you.

I want to help you!

Come on, Donnie is
right outside, too.

We can help you.

Don't make me do this.

Eric!
(creature growling)

- Help me.

(creature growling)
(suspenseful music fades)

(door clicks)
(knocks on door)

- Okay.

(lock clicks)

(door creaks)

(light clicks)
(door shuts)

Looks like he hasn't
been back in a while.

- So what was it you
did for the Professor?

- Nothing official, actually.

Just helped him prep
research papers and reports.

- Well, he must have
trusted you enough

to give you a key to
his office, at least.

- I guess so.

I mean, he did always
seem like a mentor.

You know, growing up,

going form foster
home to foster home,

didn't really have anyone.

I really enjoyed
working with him.

God, the way he looked
at things, Donnie,

honestly, it was fascinating.

I wanted to understand him more.

- Do you still?

- That is a good question.

I don't know.

(gentle ominous music)

Hey.

Pick a hand.

Come on, pick a hand.

Oh, nice job.

(lock clicks)

(door creaks open)
(mysterious music)

- What the hell?

- Oh my god, is
that your brother?

- [Donnie] He went
back to school?

- [Morgan] Yeah,
you didn't know?

- Look, even my brother,

it was impossible to
take him seriously.

I mean, after my dad died,

he said he was trying to
get himself back together,

get his life cleaned up.

- Yeah, he took Professor
Ridley's class last year.

Why the hell was he
watching him so closely?

(papers rustling)

He wasn't just testing Eric.

He was testing all
of his students.

(papers rustling)

Even me.

- What the hell does that mean?

(ominous music fades)

(people chattering)

Jag, where the hell are you?

We've been trying to
reach you all day.

Call me, we've found something.

- Still nothing?

Alright, well I mean,
what do we have?

What do we know?

- Well, we know the Professor
was testing his students.

We know there was something
specifically about Eric

that stood out to him.

- Right.

We know that the creature is
trying to bond with humans.

Take the girl from the
hot springs, for example.

She practically disintegrated
right in front of us.

Which means not everyone's
compatible with this thing.

Maybe that's what
they're trying to test.

- So if the
Professor chose Eric,

do you think he actually could
have led this thing to him?

- I mean, you heard
what Jag said.

How else would he have found
out about the girls first?

Now we have proof that
he's following Eric.

- Holy fuck.

He's actually working
with this thing, somehow.

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine!
(ominous music)

Jesus.

(slams bottle)

Another?

- Yeah, sure.

(ominous music)

This is stupid.

You know that, right?

- Oh come on, Donnie.

It's legit, I swear.

With Jag taking forever
to get back to us,

we have to do something.

- Morgan?

- Doctor!
(laughing)

Thank you so much for seeing us.

- Anything for you, girl.

So you must be the infamous
Donnie Roberts, then.

It's okay.

You can trust me.

Morgan filled me
in on everything.

- How does all this work, then?

- It's easy, just
lay back right there.

You already drank my
special concoctions.

- Wait, what?

- It's fine.
(gentle music)

(metronome ticking)

- (in a slowed
voice) So lay back.

Listen to my voice.
(metronome slowly clicks)

(ominous music)

Donnie, do you
know where you are?

(suspenseful music)

- [Donnie] I'm in the desert.

- [Therapist] Good, good.

And what do you see?

- [Donnie] I see a cave.

The cave where I was attacked.

- Perfect.

I want you to enter the cave.

(ominous music resumes)

- It's dark.

I see the deer in its cocoon.

The blue goo.

It's everywhere.

- [Therapist]
Donnie, what is it?

What's going on?

- Something's here.

- [Therapist] Stay calm.

You're in my office still.

Just tell me what you see.

- [Donnie] Its
skin's pale green.

It's arms are sharp.
(creature growling)

Its eyes are-
- Stay with me.

Stay with me, Donnie.

- [Donnie] Its eyes are black.

It's just darkness.
(creature growling)

- [Therapist] And
what's going on?

- It hit me.

I hit my head.

(gasping)
(ominous music)

I feel so dizzy.

- No, you're not.

Just focus.

Look back at the creature.

What do you see?

- There's a bright light.

I can't see anything.

- Come on, Donnie, focus.

- Somebody's here.

- Who, who's there?

- [Donnie] The light, it's just.

There's a flare.

The light was just a flare.

- [Therapist] But who is there?

(ominous music)

- [Donnie] Eric.

Eric, no!

Eric, Eric, Eric, Eric, Eric!
(gasping)

- [Therapist] It's okay.

It's okay, just breathe.

Just breathe for me.

- The light.

It wasn't from the
creature, it was Eric.

He found me.

He saved me.

(dramatic music)

He must have
distracted the Baru.

(creature growling)

- Come get me, you
son of a bitch!

- It chased after him,

but Eric knows that area
better than anybody,

even my dad.
(creature growling)

He must have hid out
in the old shack.

In his state of fear,

he couldn't help but
turn back to his vices.

(Donnie panting)

He must have
(water rushing)

tried to find a
new hiding place.

He didn't want to stay in
one place for too long.

So he, waterfall.

That's where.

That's where it found him.
(creature growling)

That's where it must have.

- Donnie, it's okay.

You don't have to.

- We have to find him.

We have to save him.

(keyboard ticking)

- Alright, we're in.

- Shit, you're good.

- Yeah, I just hope
we're not being traced.

Otherwise, we're fucked.

- Come on, he's
gotta have something.

Something he didn't
tell us before.

- Who the fuck is this guy?

It's hard to even believe.

- Look, there.

Well, it's something.
(Morgan coughing)

Morgan.

Morgan, Morgan, are you alright?

- I said I'm fine!
(ominous music)

- Morgan.

Morgan, come on.

Why don't you lie down?

(Morgan gasping)

Did you get hurt?

- I'm fine.

It's just a scratch.

No...

(gentle ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(door slams)
(music cuts)

(light ominous music)

(elevator beeps)

- Miss Lockley.

Miss Lockley.

Miss Lockley.

(car beeps)

Please, I just need
to talk to you.

Just for a sec.
- Look.

Like I told you on the phone,

I know nothing about Frank,

or any of the work
that he was doing.

(door slams)

- That both of you were doing.

I know you were at
the facility with him.

- I can't.

- I just need to
know what happened.

What you were working on.

And then I promise I'll
never bother you again.

- They will kill me.

Just go away!

(engine revving)

- Please!

I just need to find my brother!

This fucking thing, it took him.

- What thing?

- It's like this
creature, this alien.

They call it the Barushakana.

- I'm... I'm so sorry.

I can't help you.

If it took your
brother, it's too late.

Unless...

- Unless what?

- Unless your
brother was a match.

But, that would be impossible.

I gotta go.

- No, please.

- Just, just make sure you stay

the hell away from
Frank Rankroft.

He is dangerous.

I really am truly sorry.

- No, wait!

No!
(engine revving)

Wait!

(door opens and shuts)

- [Charles] Mr. Roberts.
(ominous music)

- Fuck, Jesus, Charles.

- How nice to see you again.

- You almost gave
me a heart attack.

Where the hell have you been?

- Oh, here and there.

But you've been very busy.

Did you have a nice little
chat with Linda over there?

- Charles, I-
- Just want to understand.

No, I know, I get it.

And I promise you,

I will explain everything
to you very, very soon,

but we don't have
time right now,

so I need for you to drive.

- Oh, come on.

You disappeared for weeks.

You gotta give me
something here.

- I know where Eric is.
(ominous music)

Shall we go see him?

(engine revving)

(eerie music)

(phone ringing)

(phone beeps)

This is it.

Turn here.

(ominous music resumes)

(door slams open)

- Where the hell are we?

- This, Donnie,

this is why we're here.

Why you're here.

(creature growling, gasping)
(ominous music)

- Eric?

(creature gasping)

What the fuck did you do?

(laughing)

Answer me!

- It came here centuries ago.

We have no idea from where.

Overseas, space, hell, itself.

We don't know.

I was working in a
very special division

of the government when it was
first introduced to our lab.

It stood taller, wider,

and grizzlier than
your brother here.

He's less human.

More...

Beast.

(creature coughing)
(ominous music resumes)

We ran tests on him.

Studied him for years.

Many of his internal
organs have been damaged,

making reproduction impossible,

as was far as we knew.

But, there were so many pieces
of his genetic structure

that we didn't understand.

And we believed that he
was seeking the host body

in order to continue

the existence of its species.

I mean, it left a wake

of mutilated bodies in its path

before we trapped it.

I mean, there were,
oh there were cattle.

There were humans,
there were cats,

there were dogs and
birds, you name it.

We theorized that
the creature needed

a very specific DNA match.

In order for its
new host to survive,

this special
metamorphosis process.

We tried hundreds.

Maybe even thousands of
different genetic structures,

but nothing took.

- What the hell do
you mean you tried?

You're helping this
thing, fucking feeding it?

- You don't understand, Donnie.

You don't under-fucking-stand!

We had to, we had to know.

We had never seen
anything like this before.

If this creature had the ability

to convert species, to
reproduce in this way,

it would be beyond.
(creature growling)

(growling)
(creature gasping)

It would be beyond remarkable.

We had no idea how much longer

the creature would
be able to survive

without finding its
perfectly matched host.

Unfortunately, there
was an incident.

(slams table)

And it escaped.

When the government found out,

boy, they came in,

and they found everything.

They found the tests
that we had run,

the humans that we had-

I lost everything!

The creature was out
there, alone, and dying.

I couldn't let that happen.

My position at the college.

Oh, that was a perfect cover

for me to start
my research again.

I mean, I didn't
have all my old data.

I didn't have all of
it, but I had some.

I had enough, I had enough
to run some trial and errors

on matches that
were at least close.

But I tried for years.

I tried for fucking
years without success.

And then, your brother enrolled.

He was as close
to a perfect match

as I could have ever
hoped to predict.

(creature growling)

He told me about
you, and your father.

I was the one that set up
your little hunting trip.

I suggested that.

And so that you would
save your relationship,

with a little brotherly bonding.

(creature growling)

And now, months later,
and he's survived.

- You son of a bitch!
(body thuds)

- Uh uh uh...

No, we're just getting started.

See, unfortunately, Eric,

is beginning to degrade.

Not because he's not a match,

no no no no no no no.
(creature growling)

That's because he's
a god damn junkie.

You fucked up your insides,

you stupid son of a bitch!
(creature growling)

So, I thought to myself.

If there were only someone

who had the same DNA as Eric,

minus the excessive
drug use, of course.

You Donnie, it's
always been you.

- How do you know it
even works that way?

We're brothers, not twins.

- 'Cause I tested you!

In the lab a couple weeks ago.

Why do you think I was
so fucking excited?

I knew instantly
you were perfect.

(shushing)
(creature gasping)

Now, our big guy, the big boy,

well, he's still gone AWOL.

So, I'm gonna have to
have your brother here

do his dirty work for him.

It really is for the best.

You know?

Bye, pal.
(creature growling)

Hey, you two.
(chains clinking)

Have some fun.

Have a good time.

Have a few laughs.

Hey, life is a cabaret, alright?

I miss you already.

(suspenseful music)
(creature growling)

- This isn't real.

(suspenseful music resumes)

(creature growling)
(suspenseful music)

Eric, it's me.

Donnie, your brother.

(creature growling)
(suspenseful music resumes)

Eric, no!

(creature growling)

No!
(suspenseful music resumes)

(creature choking)

(creature growling)

(creature growling)
(melancholy music)

(indistinct muttering)

(stammering)

(creature growling)

(Donnie panting)

(creature growling)
(head smashes repeatedly)

(Donnie weeping)
(melancholy music)

(body thuds)
(Donnie sighs, weeps)

(ominous music resumes)

(Donnie vomiting)

(papers rustling)

(tapes clattering)

(ethereal music)

(crickets chirping)
(liquid splashing)

(flame roaring)

(fire crackling)
(melancholy music resumes)

(gasping and groaning)
(back crackling)

(ethereal music)

(water running)

(breathing heavily)

(coughing)
(body crackling)

(ethereal music resumes)

(Morgan vomiting)

(wailing and screaming)
(body crackling)

(water running)
(Morgan wailing)

(slams window)

(music fades)
(engine humming)

(door shuts)

(suspenseful music)

(feet pattering)
(knocking on door)

- Morgan, it's Donnie.

You in there?

Morgan.
(knocks on door)

(ominous music)

(door shuts)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

What the fuck?

Morgan?

(suspenseful music)

(lock clicks)
(music fades)

(box shuffling)

(trunk slams)
(dog barking)

- Hello?

(bin banging)

Who's there?

(creature growling)
(suspenseful music)

(distant siren wailing)

- Oh Morg.

(creature growling)
(siren wailing)

- Hands in the air now.

Don't you fucking move.

Officer 1247, requesting
immediate backup

at Recklin Automotive.

I've got a homicide,
two suspects.

One male, one female.

Hey, I said stay where you are.

I'm warning you, I will shoot.

- Morgan stop, please.

- What the fuck?

(gun fires)

(creature growling)

- Morgan!

(melancholy music)

Run.

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing)
(car exploding)

(fire crackling)
(ethereal music)

(ominous music)

(gentle dramatic music)

(music fades)

(gentle ominous music)

(gentle mysterious music)

(suspenseful music)
(creature growling)

(music fades)