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Aah! Aah!

I am centered.

I am at peace.

I create my own path, and
I walk in it fearlessly.

Hunting has a way of changing a person.

After a while, right, wrong, good, evil,

they all start to look the same.

And then it makes you start to wonder,

"Who's really the monster
here... them or me?"

I am centered.

I am at peace.

I am deeply annoyed.

I only need the van for an hour, okay?

Just to check the
woods behind the quarry

just to see if there's
any sign of Rockin' Roxy

or the Akrida.

Hard no, amigo.

And not just because you
already searched those woods

but because you almost cracked
my front axle in the process.

- Oh, yeah...
- And you do not want

to see my face if that actually happens.

Kind of looks like that.

Could the two of you
please keep it down?

I am trying to meditate.

Well, that all depends on Jonathan

and whether he's willing
to let go of his obsession

with searching the quarry.

I-I am not obsessed. I'm thorough.

Okay, what if we missed something?

We didn't miss anything.

My guy down at city hall
should be getting back to me

any moment now with
new land acquisitions

made this month, all right?

The radio tower has to be
on one of those properties.

So mellow out, amor.

"Mellow out"?

Carlos, the fate of the
world is literally at stake.

We know.

And we all want the same thing, John.

Perhaps you'd like to join me.
Finding your center might help.

Yeah, or come with me
to a session of Dr. Z's.

He's really been helping me.

Is everything okay in here?

Everything's fine.

No, it's not.

Yeah.

Is that my robe?

I like to think of it as our robe.

Hello?

- Your dad has a Batphone?
- Hunter line only.

Hello?

Who's Tracy Gellar?

Tracy and my mom used to
hunt together back in the day.

I've known her my entire life.

She's practically an aunt to me.

- Gellar. Is she the one who...
- Retired? Yeah.

So you can imagine how surprised she was

when she woke up this
morning to find Darla,

one of her old hunting partners,

mutilated in her barn.

I take it from all the silver weapons

and lore books we packed,
you're thinking it's werewolf?

Tracy found Darla's hunting journal.

Last entry indicated
that she was tracking one.

Tracy wants us to track down
this werewolf and kill it.

I'm sorry, can we just
back it up a little bit

to the part where you
said that s-she retired,

as in she actually got out of hunting?

Yeah. About ten years ago.

Well, you kind of buried
the lede there, Campbell.

I thought getting out of
hunting was next to impossible.

I mean, what was that whole
thing that you said about the...

"The only thing worse than how it starts

for hunters is how it ends"?

Okay, so I embellished
for dramatic effect.

Are we really gonna act
surprised by that now?

It's rare, but Tracy did it somehow.

The truth is, hearing
about her starting over

and creating this amazing life

made me realize maybe I could do it too.

Wow.

It's beautiful.

You can grow so much weed out here.

- Dude.
- Well, I'm sorry.

I'm just trying to say
this place has charm.

- Cricket.
- Cricket?

- What a sweet pet name.
- Don't.

Hey, Aunt Tracy.

I was expecting your old man.

Last I heard, you were gettin' out.

Yeah.

So where is he?

That's a long story.

But, um, we're all
really sorry about Darla.

Me too. She was one of the good ones.

But that's the life
of the hunter, right?

Kill or be killed.

So who do we have here?

Tracy, this is John, Carlos, and Lata.

Nice to meet y'all.

Thanks for coming out
on such short notice.

Course. So Darla, is she...

She's still in the barn.

It's been a while since I've
been around a scene like that.

Can't say I missed it.

I have some arrangements to finish up.

- So what do you think?
- These claw marks

are consistent with a werewolf attack.

I'll need to take
measurements to make sure.

Okay. Well, we'll see
what else we can find.

Tracy seemed pretty shaken up.

Yeah. Well, can you blame her?

I mean, she thought all
of this was in the past,

and now it's splattered over her walls.

I can't wait for the day

when the sight of a dead
body shakes me up like that.

Where's Carlos?

Right here.

I found a needle in a haystack up there.

Is that a claw?

Found it lodged in the
ceiling of the barn.

I don't know many werewolves
that make it a habit

of perching in the rafters.

That's because I actually don't think

we're dealing with a werewolf.

The curvature of this claw is all wrong.

Okay, so what did attack Darla?

Sorry to interrupt.

Everything's ready.

What's ready?

A hunter's funeral.

Hunt's over now, doll.

You get to rest.

Here you go.

Back in the day, a cold
drink helped keep me focused.

- Thanks, Tracy.
- Thank you, Cricket.

You kids need anything
else, let me know.

Actually, could I look
at your lore books?

Someone took out

my "Wilmont's Guide to Monster Anatomy"

to make room for their machetes.

I still stand by that decision.

Sorry, sweetie, I tossed
out all that stuff years ago.

Unless you think my
Encyclopedia Britannica

or pile of Harlequin romances

holds the key to unlocking your mystery.

Unfortunately, no.

I wouldn't mind taking a
gander at those Harlequins.

This one's not shy.

They're in the study,
sweetie. Knock yourself out.

I can't find a description

of this claw anywhere.

What if that's because it's not here?

Okay, hear me out. Listen.

What if this is another one
of those unicorn-like monsters

that the Akrida baited to Lawrence?

Look, Tracy's farm isn't that far, okay?

What if one of the monsters

strayed off the path and killed Darla?

We have been looking for the radio tower

to find the Akrida, right?

What if there was a way
to bring the Akrida to us?

Look, we capture this thing,

we can use its essence
to lure in the Akrida.

Maybe.

But we still don't have a
way to take the Akrida out

- even if we do find them.
- She's right.

The Men of Letters' box is
the only way to harm them.

And despite all of our research,

it still doesn't work.

Okay, well, look, there's got to be

some other way to ID this thing.

I actually might know someone nearby

who can help.

He specializes in
monster identification.

Great. I'll drive.

Does this little friend
of yours live near a bar?

All this clean living

is starting to make me feel dirty.

Hmm.

Is it the funeral?

It hit kind of close to home for me too.

It's not just the funeral.

Do you think I am a liability

as a hunter?

What are you talking about?

I know I'm good at the science stuff,

the lore stuff, but it's
not what you guys do.

- You mean the fighting part?
- I mean the hunting part.

It's right there in the title.

Being a pacifist and a hunter,

it's like I'm torn between
two different worlds.

And seeing Darla on the pyre back there

reminded me of what happens
when you can't punch back.

- Seriously?
- Just trust me.

Okay, I thought you said we were looking

for a monster expert, not Norman Bates.

This is just the front-facing part.

He actually took over
the whole operation

- from his father.
- Yeah, no, sure.

I-I get that, but what kind of weirdo

- likes to stuff dead things?
- Latika?

Hey.

Hey. So good to see you again.

How's that, uh...

how's that 20 blade working out for you?

Uh, you were right... so much better

for cutting through thick tissue.

Anton, this is my friend Carlos.

- Nice to meet you.
- Pleasure's all mine.

I loved "Psycho."

Interesting. I'm... I'm more

of a "Rear Window" kind
of guy myself, so...

So what brings you two in today?

We were hoping you
could help us identify

what type of monster this came from.

Ah, monster mystery... my favorite.

So you said it's a long story.

We got nothing but
time right now, so dish.

Where's your pops?

We had one of our ongoing disagreements

about me leaving hunting.

And then the next day, he took off

to track down these
monsters called the Akrida.

I haven't seen him since.

What about your mom?

Uh, Minnesota, last I heard.

But she's not exactly
in the picture either.

They separated again?

Oh, yeah, when you were little.

Remember that time you came
to stay with me in Kalamazoo?

They were on a break.

Your daddy went off
to make things right.

Parents are idiots.

They'll work it out eventually.

In the meantime, if they're
off saving the world,

what are you still doing here hunting?

Once I find Dad and
track down these Akrida,

then I'm out.

You sure that's not the only reason

you're sticking around?

Pretty sure...

yeah.

Samuel's been fending for
himself for quite a while now.

And there is always
gonna be some monster

needs taking down.

You need to start looking
out for number one.

What do you want to do,
anyway, when you get out?

Um...

finish school, college, maybe.

Did you have any regrets about it...

leaving?

In the ten years since...

I've read hundreds of books,

stepped foot on almost every continent.

I went to college,
cultivated the land...

broke nearly a dozen hearts.

Okay.

Made a prizewinning lemon meringue.

Mm-hmm.

My only regret is that
I didn't get out sooner.

So, Carlos, how do you know Lata?

Your friend's the silent type, I see.

Actually, no.

- What's wrong with you?
- I don't know.

Then speak.

- Excuse me.
- I... I... oh, sorry.

Um, I...

- I, um...
- You...

- Me, I just...
- I think I found it.

- Oh, thank God.
- Thank God.

See?

I knew the burn pattern on
the claw looked familiar.

This is your mystery monster.

Right. Okay.

Thanks, Lata.

So the monster that killed
Darla is a soucouyant.

It's a rare vampire
witch from the Caribbean.

No, that's...

- that's impossible.
- Actually, it's not.

You see, these... these
unicorn-type monsters,

they're being lured to
Lawrence by the Akr...

No, you don't understand.
I've hunted soucouyant before.

- You have? When?
- My last hunt.

Me and the team...
Darla, Rob, and Mac...

were in Barbados.

A small town was being terrorized
by a band of soucouyant.

First night, we killed
three of the four,

but the last one put up a fight.

But it got away. Holed up in its cave.

Mac got impatient, went in after it.

But then there was a cave-in.

Mac and the soucouyant were both killed.

At least, that's what I thought.

So you really think
this is the same monster

and it came all this
way for what, revenge?

Darla's already dead,
and who knows about Rob?

Did Lata say whether or
not sigils and hex bags

work against these things?

No.

- John, wait!
- Go. I'm okay.

John, stop!

- Ow.
- Sorry.

I was thinking about Anton.

Yeah, well, maybe he
should sew me up, then.

Thank you for bringing me here.

I put you in danger, and...

No, it's not your fault.

Besides, some of us don't need any help

putting ourselves in danger.

Look, I still don't understand.

I mean, how did the
soucouyant get out of the cave?

I may have a theory.

Mac didn't get a hunter's funeral

because of the cave-in.

And that never sat right with Rob.

He called me about a month ago.

The ten-year anniversary of
Mac's death was coming up,

and he wanted to go back

and finally put Mac
to rest the right way.

So when he went into the
cave to collect Mac's remains,

the soucouyant was still
alive after all these years?

I guess so.

Darla never heard back from Rob,

so she probably figured he got killed.

And when the soucouyant went after her,

she came to the farm to try and warn me.

I'm sorry I didn't
tell y'all this sooner,

but in a million years, I
never thought it all connected.

You said you killed three of
these things in the past, yeah?

- What's the secret?
- Beheading.

Or a stake in the heart will do it.

Well, since Tracy's here safe,

I say we load up as
many weapons as we can,

we go back to the farm,
and we take this thing out

before it can hurt anyone else.

Whoa. Pump the brakes, soldier boy.

I want to play this safe.

This thing already
killed two veteran hunters

and nearly killed you too.

Taking off its arm didn't
even make it flinch,

and there was no blood left behind,

so Lata thinks something else
is going on with this thing,

which is why she invited
Anton to take a look at it.

He's here?

Oh, my... I need to
change this... this shirt,

these pants, this everything.

- Oh, my God.
- Where are you going?

I'm gonna keep my shoulder loose.

Call me back when it's safe.

Why can't I say anything
when I'm around him?

I... I-I flirt with everyone.

I-I literally do flirt with everyone.

- I don't know why I can't...
- Hey.

What is going on with him?

Its epidermis is badly burned,

but the fact that any
skin remains at all

is absolutely fascinating.

It must secrete some sort

of self-generating heat retardant.

Shall we crack her open,
give that 20 blade a spin?

Your... your friend Carlos
isn't interested in joining us?

Frankly speaking, he's a bit scared

to be anywhere near here right now.

Ah.

He's squeamish.

And a monster hunter... fascinating.

- It must be hard for him.
- Mm-hmm.

Hmm. Rigor mortis?

I've never seen rigor
mortis set in so quickly.

Um, let's try the bone saw.

Is that what I think it is?

Hey. Can we talk?

So you can lecture me about
putting myself in danger?

I'm good. Thanks.

You've been off for the
past couple of weeks.

I should have noticed before.

I'm not the only one who
is worried about you, John.

Everyone is, especially Carlos.

He told me what happened...

what you did to Mars Neto.

I did what I had to do.

And I would... I'd do it again.

John.

We've been hunting
nonstop since New Orleans.

Maybe you need a break.

- You gonna bench me, Coach?
- No, John.

Because this isn't the big game.

It's life or death.

You think I don't know that?

I don't know what you think.

So just talk to me, please.

I let you walk around inside my head,

see everything.

Now I need you to let me
into yours just a little bit

- so I can help.
- Okay, you want to help?

Want in my head? Fine.

This morning, we cremated a woman

who used to be a hunter just like you.

I mean, don't you get it, Mary?

Every moment that you're
out there hunting a monster

is another moment that you could die.

And I will not be the person
to wrap you in a white cloth,

put a knife in your hand,

and send you to the
afterlife in a blaze of glory.

So yes...

if getting you out of hunting alive

means pushing myself,

that's exactly what I'll do.

So you're doing all of this for me?

That's the only reason?

Well, there is the whole
"saving the world" part.

That's not what I meant.

Your mom told me about you and danger

and how you've run towards it

every single time since you were a kid.

I don't need you or my
mom psychoanalyzing me.

And I don't need you
using me as an excuse

to avoid your issues.

Uh, sorry to interrupt,

but there's something the
two of you need to see.

I'll be done in a minute.
I just need to cool down.

You and your new friend

really went to town on that thing.

Did Anton say anything about me?

I mean, did you tell him I was...

Losi, take a breath.

What do you have for us, Lata?

The reason the soucouyant didn't die

when you sliced off its arm
is because it's already dead.

How is that possible?

LET ME GUESS: zombie soucouyant?

Not a zombie but a ghost...

a vengeful spirit, most likely.

The substance here is ectoplasm.

Okay, so a vengeful spirit
possessed the soucouyant

and went after Tracy
and her hunting crew.

Why?

That, I'm afraid, I can't tell you.

What is it?

What haven't you told us?

The cave-in that killed Mac...

it wasn't an accident.

Me and the rest of the team...

We killed him.

- You lied to us.
- No.

Everything I told you was true.

I just didn't... tell you everything.

Looks like we've been hunting

the wrong monster this whole time.

Darla and me were like
the Lennon and McCartney

of the group, you know?

We brought everybody else in.

We knew Mac was a dark
soul from the get-go,

but he was a damn good hunter.

He'd had a rough childhood...

abused by his dad,
bullied by the other kids,

and he thought if he became a hunter

and killed real monsters,
that would help with the pain

that the other kind had caused him.

But when that didn't work,
he turned to dark magic.

He thought a little taste
of power might be the fix.

Course, that didn't pan out either.

But he did become more
violent, more aggressive,

and an even more effective hunter.

So you had a friend stuck
in a cycle of violence,

and instead of helping him,

you... you wielded him
like some kind of weapon?

No, honey, we tried to help him.

We really did, but Mac, he just...

he... he wouldn't listen.

Things came to a head
with those soucouyant...

hardest hunt we ever had.

- What happened?
- All that black magic

just caught up with him.

Mac snapped.

He started acting paranoid,

saying the rest of the
team was out to get him.

He even attacked Darla.

At that point, we knew
he was too far gone,

and we were afraid of
what he was gonna do next.

So you decided the best
solution was to kill him.

Think what you want,

but you didn't see the look in his eye.

He was stronger and more powerful

than all of us combined.

And on top of that,
he knew all our tricks.

It was clear as day.

If he turned on us,

we didn't stand a chance.

So we waited for the right time.

And when Mac went into the cave
after the last soucouyant...

We set off some C-4.

And buried them alive.

I wish there'd been another way, but...

we didn't have a choice.

Violence is always a choice.

So you leaving hunting...

I knew I couldn't hunt after that.

I was done.

So you started a farm and
just played make-believe,

like none of this ever happened?

Cricket...

Stop with the stupid name, okay?

There's not a night goes by

I'm not haunted by what I did.

Now my past has come back to get me.

I'm sorry.

Wait.

I know, John and Mac, it's a little too

Ghost of Christmas Future for me too.

No, John said he'd only be a minute.

So where is he?

Thanks for seeing this through.

I'm not out here for you.

The barn. There he is!

John?

Are you...

- John?
- I'm sorry.

Tall, dark, and angry can't
come to the phone right now.

Mac.

Hi, Trace.

You got old.

Carlos, get her out of here right now.

I wouldn't.

Carlos!

Don't. For John.

John...

I know you're in there.

And I know you can hear
me. You have to fight, okay?

Don't let Mac...

I hate to break it to you, sweetheart,

but old Johnny boy,

well, he's along for the ride.

See, that's why I chose to possess him.

Well, that, and I wanted
two hands to kill Trace.

All right.

Oh, don't worry.

No, you see,

I won't be a coward like you were.

Unlike some people I know,

I have the decency to
look a friend in the face

before I take their last breath.

Aah!

This is between her and me.

You have to go through me first.

Have it your way.

You can't hurt me.

All I've ever known are clenched fists.

Learned that from my old man.

There's nothing that you can do to me...

That I haven't already survived.

Tracy, please, don't.

I don't have a choice.

Do it.

Yes, you do.

- Lata, what are you doing?
- Lata, get back.

More violence isn't the answer,

not when you've spent
a lifetime with it,

when it's touched
everything you've ever had.

Your father wasn't the only
one with clenched fists, Mac.

- You think you know me?
- No, but I know myself.

When I was 13, my country was attacked,

and my father went to war.

When he returned, he was different.

He was angry all the time.

He had these violent outbursts.

It was like the war infected him.

I tried to make myself smaller

so the violence wouldn't
find me, but it did.

For the longest time, it
made me feel powerless,

until one day, it made me feel angry.

And that anger kept
growing inside of me,

just like it did for my father.

And I acted on that anger for
years until I hurt someone,

and that's when I knew
I had to make the change.

You can keep hurting those
that have wronged you,

keep living in that anger and violence,

but it won't bring you peace.

Peace has to be chosen.

It's what I chose.

I chose my team.

But when I needed them,

they turned their backs on
me because it was easier.

Why did you give up on me?

I didn't know how to help you.

- I was scared.
- I was scared too.

I needed my family by my side.

I know it's about ten years too late...

but I'm here now,

and I am so sorry.

It's not too late, Mac.

You can still break the cycle.

He's alive.

You did it.

Big feet.

I can't believe he's still out.

- Yeah.
- He's gonna have

a nasty hangover when he wakes up.

Well, hopefully it knocks
some sense into him.

John? Sense?

Doubtful.

Thank you for your help.

Yeah. It's what family's for.

I get it now.

How it must have felt
when Mac turned on you.

Hunting sure knows how to make a gal

question her morals.

But that doesn't justify
what we did to him.

I've got some making up to do for that.

How?

Well, I'm gonna start by
taking on the werewolf case

Darla was on when she
came to warn me about Mac.

Might be a good way to
right some of my wrongs.

We'll see where we take it from there.

So back to hunting, then?
Is that the lesson here?

Is there really no escape?

It's not that you can't
escape the life, Cricket.

You just can't escape

the decisions you make in that life,

not when you compromise
what you believe in.

But you're better than me,

better than your folks
too, for what it's worth.

So when you finally
do decide to get out,

you're gonna do it the right way.

Come here.

Are you crying?

Anton touched this dissected arm.

Are you sure we have to destroy it?

Carlos, there is absolutely
no reason to keep it.

The soucouyant has been
dead for far too long

for there to be any remaining essence.

Fine.

Uh, that story about your father...

I didn't know he was why
you became a pacifist.

It's not really something
I like to talk about.

For what it's worth,

what you did yesterday was amazing,

because you're right.

You're not a hunter
like Mary, John, or me.

If it was any of us, we
would have killed Mac.

But you...

you helped him.

- Thanks.
- Let's go.

- Hmm.
- What's that?

It's in Anton's handwriting,

and it's addressed to a Carlos?

- Give me, Lata.
- Say please.

No. No, no, please, give me.

So... what does it say?

That I still got it.

I guess sometimes not
flirting is flirting.

You need to help me
find something to wear.

Oh, my God. Let's go, come on.

- Oh, my God.
- Faster. Come on.

Morning, sunshine.

Thanks.

Do you remember anything that happened?

No.

Most of it's still pretty fuzzy.

The fight that we had... It's all right.

I know it wasn't you.

No, I don't mean the
one when I was possessed.

The one before, about Neto.

You were right, Mary.

I have wrestled with
anger my whole life.

And...

I thought that I'd put it to bed.

The fight with Neto, it woke it up...

in a way I wasn't expecting.

I have been using you and
hunting as an excuse...

To avoid my problems. I just...

I don't know how to fix it.

I can't... I can't end up like Mac.

That's not gonna happen, John.

I promise.

Because I still want
to get out of hunting.

I really do.

But it's not gonna be at your expense.

You mean too much to me.

What now?

Sorry to interrupt.

That's okay.

- How are you feeling?
- Better, yeah.

Um, I just...

wanted to thank you...

for talking Mac down like you did.

I, uh...

I remember some of the things
that you told him about...

you know, not living in
the anger and the violence.

And I was just wondering...

how do you do that?

I started with meditation,

looking inward,

focusing on positive things

instead of getting caught
in a loop of negativity.

Can you show me how to do that?

Of course.

Sit.

- Cross your legs.
- Yeah.

That's hot.

- There.
- Okay.

Take a deep breath.

Eyes closed.

I am centered.

- Just repeat.
- Okay, okay.

Uh, I'm centered.

- I am at peace.
- I am at peace.

- I create my own path.
- I create my own path.

And I walk in it fearlessly.

A-and I walk in it fearlessly.

Hunting's not for everyone.

You have to be strong, stay sharp,

make tough decisions, and it's not easy,

But then again, the
righteous things never are.

- I am centered.
- I am centered.

- I am at peace.
- I'm at peace.

I create my own path...

Can a girl get any Zen around here?

Meditate later.

My guy from city hall
just got back to me.

We found the Akrida.

That's where their radio tower is.

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