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- And I was like, "Bitch, if you don't send me black car

I'm walking.

Oh, my God, so true.

He got one for Isabelle.

-Oh, my God, I know, right?

And did you see how he was looking at her?

- Oh, I saw. Gross.

-Gigi, go.

Go.

Did you notice how everyone started dancing

after we hit the floor?

Oh, yeah.

-I felt like I was hosting the entire club.

I mean, what, I said hi to like, three people,

and then all of a sudden it was like,

"Oh my God, come hang out with us,"

or like, "Can we join you?"

It was like, dead before we showed up.

Gigi, walk.

Bitch, go.

It's exhausting being this hot.

I know.

-Oh my God, I'm so done with this dog.

Oh my God, I love your dog.

-I swear it's not even intentional.

People just like, follow my vibe.

Is that a thing?

Like natural rhythm or something?

I don't think

it was just your vibe.

-Oh, shut up, skank. I'm just magnetic.

Um, Kat.

Tommy just showed up outside my door.

Whoa, he's looking fine.

-Wait, seriously?

Mm-hm, yeah.

-I gotta go. -Good luck.

Oh, and hey, don't get chlamydia.

I've heard rumors.

- Ew, what the fuck.

- Bitch.

Ew.

Gigi, go potty now.

Come on, bitch.

Mommy is tired and coming down hard.

Let's go binge something.

Ugh. Seriously?

Never rains in LA.

What the hell?

Baby. Chill.

Gigi?

Baby. Mommy's coming.

Oh, my God. Gigi!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

You fucking bitch! Bitch!

You killed my Gigi. You killed--

Fucking coyotes.

Did anybody hear about the

social media influencer

that became roadkill last night?

- Another coyote attack this morning,

this one in Sherman Oaks.

- Why do you think this keeps happening?

- Well, for one, coyotes aren't picky eaters.

They're opportunistic predators.

They're not above nipping at you

to send a message if they feel threatened.

- Wildfires are pushing coyotes deeper

into Los Angeles neighborhoods.

They're desperate.

They're going to do what they have to do

to survive.

- A boy was pulled off his bike on a residential street.

Did that actually happen?

- Goddamn Hollywood elites.

-We've got rats in the walls?

-Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Rats will spawn six to 12 a litter,

with up to six litters a year.

That's 60 rats, right there, all from one big mama rat.

-But--but how? It's a new house.

-Well, look around. Yeah.

Contractors use cheap drywall, plastic instead of copper,

and rats..

rats will chew through just about anything.

Yeah, you got doggy doors, water and gas lines.

Nice family.

-Thanks.

- Yeah, drains, toilet vents.

Trust me when I say you do not want

one of those nasty little critters

climbing out of your toilet.

-Ugh, yeah.

I don't even want to think about that.

- Then don't.

Look. Rats are vermin. -Right.

-They're a disease.

They want your shelter, your food, your water,

your happiness, your sanity.

And they wiggle their little bodies

through any nook or cranny they can find

until they get it.

-Okay.

So what do we--what do we do?

Do you really have to poison them?

Can't you just, like, trap them and, like,

relocate them to the desert or something?

-Oh, yeah. Make them nice little suitcases and bath towels?

No. You don't send them to a day spa.

You gotta wipe them out.

Send a message to all the other rats in the area.

This house right here is off limits.

-Right.

Just thinking like, are rats even that bad?

-You ever hear of a little thing called the Black Plague?

Millions and millions of people dying horribly,

bleeding out of their eyes, their ears, their a--

-I got it. Rats bad.

Poison good.

Oh, this is not good, Scott.

Oh.

But now that... that's your biggest problem.

That's like a rat paradise.

That's my neighbor's yard.

-I'll go ahead and spray it anyway.

You're welcome.

-No, no. It's my-- I don't own that part.

Is he a customer?

- He's soon to be.

-Hey, Chloe.

Little help, please?

-Wasn't going with you enough?

-No, it wasn't. And that's rude.

Come on, come help.

Come on.

What's with the attitude, huh?

It's like this happened overnight.

-So then she ghosted me, moved to Turkey or something.

-Oh, man. Oh, that sucks.

Sorry. Just to go back to what we were saying earlier

about the pricing plan. So you said there's like--

-My dad fell down the stairs, had a stroke.

-We're back. Finally.

-Hey, kid.

Charlie's psyched to see you.

We got rats in the walls.

-Oh, I told you there's rats.

I saw one squirming under the garage door the other night.

It was gross. -Yeah, I'm already on it.

- He's also gonna set Trip's house on fire for us.

- Oh, good. It's an eyesore.

Do us a favor.

Afraid I can't help you there.

Oh, I was just kidding.

- Well, that's my time.

Alrighty.

Well, I'm gonna set some traps, do some spraying,

and I'll be back in a few days to check everything out.

-Okay. Thanks a lot, Devon.

-Oh, one more thing. -Yeah.

-Oh. Rats love dog food.

So you might want to get rid of the, uh, the dog.

- The dog food?

-The dog.

- No. No, that's okay.

-You let me know. No extra charge.

-No, but no.

That's not even-- so no on that.

-Did he say he was gonna get rid of the dog?

Think he was kidding.

-That's weird.

-And creepy.

-He's just passionate about what he does.

He came highly recommended.

Oh shit.

Okay, I'll be in my office.

Good to see you.

It was a rare encounter,

but there was a Scott sighting.

-He's almost done with his deadline, honey.

We'll have more time with him soon.

-Sure we will.

-We will. I promise.

-Where's the candy?

- The National Weather Service

has issued another red flag warning

with gusts expected to reach up to 60 miles per hour

in Hollywood this evening.

- Hey.

-What's up?

-Um...are you at all worried about the tree out front?

Because they just said that the storm

was going to be really crazy tonight,

and you did say that you were going to trim it last year.

-No, it's fine.

It's going to be fine.

Okay.

-I'm not worried.

-Yeah.

- They always try to make shit sound worse

than it is on the news.

Remember the killer bees?

Remember how long we heard about them?

- Mm-hm. - When I was a kid,

I was afraid of all bees.

Ever seen one killer bee?

Did anyone ever die from a bee?

I mean, that wasn't allergic.

No. I'm not worried. - Okay.

- It's fine. It's gonna be fine.

- If you say so.

- I know so. - All right.

-Okay.

- Okay.

-Can we not do movie night?

It's cringe.

-I thought you loved movie night.

-Not anymore.

- Scott, pizza's here. - Got it.

-You're young.

-And you're not the pizza.

-No, I'm not a pizza.

Unless you want me to be one?

Uh... Wait, is this...1202?

- Nope. This is 1208.

That's 1202.

-Shit!

Shoot. I mean, uh...sorry.

So sorry.

Fuck me! It's windy out here.

- Oh, my God, why?

-Where's the--where's the pizza?

- That wasn't it. That was--

-It was one of Trip's whores.

We don't call them that, Chloe.

-Yeah, not good.

-It was one of Trip's friends that he pays for.

- Yeah. - Oh, well--

-So then what would you call it?

A prostitute?

A ho? A tramp-- -No! No, no.

No, Chloe.

Scott, a little help. -Of course. No.

Chloe, those are not good words to use for a woman, for anyone,

whether or not she may or may not have, you know, sex.

No, you just still want to be respectful,

so you would use a term like, um...lady of the night.

Chloe, that's a good one.

-Like a vampire.

-Yeah, except she doesn't suck blood.

She's--

-Let's table this conversation until after dinner.

-Good, good. Yeah. It's--

-Or until you turn 18. Whenever.

- But--

-Please be the pizza.

-Charlie?

Okay.

Charlie?

What is it, boy?

Hey, you're okay.

Hey, what's--what's out there?

-What page you on?

-Hold your horses, mister. I'm almost done.

-Okay, missus.

Well...?

-I am going to need a couple of days

to really form an opinion.

Are you serious?

-No. It's really good.

-Really? -Yeah, it's really good.

Really? -Mm-hm.

Like, don't let this go to your head,

but it might actually be a masterpiece.

- Are you serious? - Mm-hm.

What's your favorite part?

I'll tell you tomorrow.

-Okay. It can-- it can wait till tomorrow.

-Okay.

-Guys, guys, guys!

-Oh. -There's something outside.

-Uh huh.

- I--I just heard an animal, and it's hurt,

and we need to go right now and go and help.

-Oh, um...

-Uh...

-Well...

-Come on.

-Okay, okay. Let's... let's check it out.

-Okay. Give me--give me--

- No, right now. - No? Right now. Okay.

- Whoa.

- Whoo.

- Let's see.

-Whoo-hoo. Wow.

-Oh, it was a--it was a tree.

It's just a tree.

-No. There was a dog.

Make sure it's okay.

-Honey, I think it was just a tree.

Oh, hold on. Hold on.

Shoo.

Hey, shoo. Shoo!

- What was it?

-Just a sketchy little coyote. No big deal.

Now let's all go back to our own beds.

Charlie and his little one,

we can recreate exactly where we were before.

Oh shit.

Oh! Oh, my God.

- Oh no. Oh.

-Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh no, no.

Oh, Jesus, fuck.

Fucking shit.

Ahh. It's not that bad.

Oh, God.

It's not great. It's not great.

-We wanted a new one.

Oh, shit.

-Oh, my God.

-It's gonna be okay, honey.

It's okay. It's okay.

- Oh. Oh.

Jesus.

I should have trimmed the tree.

- While the rest of LA felt the storm,

the hills bore the brunt of its fury,

suffering the worst of the damage,

with downed trees and widespread power outages.

-What an idiot.

God.

Oh, yeah, that's just great.

Oh, God.

Lucy.

- Oh. Oh, it's so gross.

-Make sure you get it all.

-Do you want to do it?

- Ew. As if, Dad. As if.

-It's congealed, and it's like, ground into the concrete.

I'm gonna throw up.

-Hey.

-You can just leave the food at the door.

You don't have to make a big thing of it.

-Uh, what food?

-I ordered Thai food.

-I--I don't-- I'm the neighbor.

Like, yeah.

-Trip! Door!

-Wait, how do you guys have power?

-Generator. Trip says he's gonna go off the grid soon.

Screw the man.

-Oh. It's Liv.

Hey. -Hey, Trip.

-I thought you were my-- I thought you were--

you were somebody else.

How you doing? -Good. How are you?

- Good. - You look good.

-I'm okay, yeah.

How's Stu? -Scott.

-Scott, sorry. -Yeah. He's good.

He's pulling it together. Doing well.

-Hey, listen. If you're...

if you're looking for some water,

we can't help you.

I mean, we barely have enough.

- No.

No. Trip, do you have a cat?

-Lucy. Is she okay?

-Um, well, we found this in our driveway.

- That's her collar. - So, yeah.

Just gonna give that to you. -Ew.

- You found this in your driveway?

Did you leave the door open again?

-Okay, I'm gonna go.

-Did you leave the door open? Okay.

I told you to watch the door. -Bye.

-...Thai food. I'm hungry. -Lucy!

Here, kitty kitty, kitty kitty.

- Thankfully, no fires broke out last night,

but road closures have swamped emergency services regardless.

Expect delays for the next 24 hours.

Stay safe out there, LA.

-Maybe--maybe turn a bit

to the left, Scott. -What's that?

-Maybe try and move at a different angle...

-To the right? This way? Straight down?

-Yeah.

You sure that's on the right setting?

-There's only one setting, I think.

It's just forward and reverse.

- Really?

- I've been doing this for like 20 minutes,

and it looks like an animal just kind of clawed at it.

-Wow. Hey.

-Pretty cool, huh? -Yeah.

-I wanted to bring the chainsaw,

but, of course, Sheila said, "No."

-Well, that's probably for the best.

-Oh, but good news. Tony said we got really lucky

that the tree didn't damage the gas main.

Could have been a lot worse.

- Trust me, you don't want a gas leak.

One small spark and boom.

Bye, bye, Dream House.

-Huh. Well, that's great.

That's a silver lining.

-That's right. Oh shit.

- Whether it's a seal

straying too far from the shore--

-I'm seriously concerned your dad's gonna lop off an arm.

...scattering in confusion.

-He's built stuff before.

-Things that are pre-assembled.

- Much like their terrestrial counterparts,

sharks are opportunists.

They don't waste energy.

-Did you know most shark attacks

are because they mistake us for seals?

- Did you know most seal attacks happen

because they mistake us for kelp?

-Mom, that wasn't funny.

-Put a bit of elbow grease into it.

Maybe the battery could be a bit lower too.

-It could--it could be.

-You sure that's on the top setting?

-Can I just have your phone?

-Oh. Oh, sorry, I only have 30%.

-So?

-So no.

-God.

-I can't believe she's gone.

-How do you know?

You only looked for her for like five minutes.

-You're right. I'm a fucking idiot.

God damn it.

She's probably out there, she's scared to death.

She's probably pissed at me. -Yeah.

-I'm gonna go find her.

-Oh yeah, great idea.

But maybe leave the gun.

- You're right.

Uh-oh.

-Oh. What the hell, Trip?

-I think the generator went out.

-How am I gonna charge my phone? -I don't know.

Have you thought about unplugging it?

Might be good for your mental health.

Jesus Christ.

Lucy!

-You're a great host, Trip.

Thanks!

What?

-Oh, shite.

-What?

-Missed a few texts from Sheila.

-Uh-oh.

-Looks like she needs my expertise on the grill.

-Yeah, I get it.

When Liv summons me, I don't waste any time either.

-"Summons me"? -Well.

-Nobody summons me, mate.

I'm my own man.

Remember that.

-Yeah, no, I didn't.

Okay, yeah, my bad.

-Fuck. I gotta go.

-Tell Sheila Liv and I say hi... or don't.

She's the worst.

-Hey, babe.

- Where are you, Tony? - Yeah.

Yeah, just leavin' now. Just leavin' now.

- Yeah? Are you coming home?

- Told you I got carried away.

You know what Scott's like.

Man can't take a piss on his own.

- all this shit.

-I'll be home soon. Okay? Yeah.

- Screw you. - I love you.

- Dickhead.

-For fuck's sake.

What do you want?

Shoo!

Go on. Get the fuck out of here.

What are you looking at?

What?

What the hell's wrong with them?

- Oh. Oh, it's the kid.

Hey. Um, do you hear that sound?

-Help!

-Sounds like somebody's singing or...dying.

-Stay back. Get back.

No!

-Does Stu sing?

Wait a minute.

No, it's gone now.

Huh. Anyway.

'Sup...

-Um, are you okay?

-Yeah, I'm okay. Why? Don't I look okay?

-No. You look like you have the flu.

-No, it's just these allergies.

It's...y'know.

-Can I help you?

-Is your mommy or your daddy home?

-Mom!

That weirdo from next door is here.

-Look, I'm standing right here.

I can hear that.

You think Lucy was in the tree when it fell?

-Yeah.

-But you haven't seen any sign of her?

-Well, just the collar.

-So the collar could have slipped off, right?

-There's a possibility.

-So stop flirting with me, Liv, and help me find her.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.

-Lucy! -Here, Lucy.

-Come on. -Here, sweet princess.

Here, girl. Here, girl.

Here, sweet kitty.

- Lucy. Good girl, kitty.

-Mom, what are you doing?

-We're helping Trip find his cat.

-But it's dead. -Definitely missing.

Uh-huh. Lucy.

Come on. Good girl. -Oh, I think I see her.

- Oh, honey...

-Lucy...Lucy girl...

No. No, no, no.

Oh, God. No.

What am I gonna do now?

No pictures!

Tony, I'm getting hungry.

Tony.

You're a sad sack of shit.

- Hey, sorry, folks. Tony is otherwise engaged.

-If you ended up too drunk to find your way home

and I have to come looking for you again,

I'm going to lose it on you, Tony.

It's going to be the last straw, and I mean it!

Dipshit.

-Hey, I forgot about these.

-Oh, good. See if they still work.

Hi, Sheila. How're you doin'?

-Testing.

- Oh, really? - Have you seen him?

- Yeah, he left a while ago. - Testing, testing.

- Uh huh. - Let me know.

- Of course. - Thank you.

- All right. Take care, honey. - Bye.

- Finally talked to the power company.

They said they're working on it, whatever that means.

But the whole city's a mess.

Power lines are down. It's--it's Armageddon.

What's--what's wrong?

-Uh, I just got off the phone with Sheila,

and she said Tony isn't home yet,

so she's really worried.

- That's weird. Maybe...

maybe he followed the rainbow

to a pot of gold. -What is this?

- Maybe he did. - Maybe he, just like,

stopped at a pub for a pint.

-Maybe. -To make a point.

Whoa.

- Jesus. - Huh.

That's wild. - Wow.

-Do you hear that?

- There's a lot of them.

- Charlie, easy.

They're just--they're just talking to each other.

Having a little coyote convention.

- Darn.

Enough with the games.

- Oh, my God.

You guys, look.

Oh, he looks lost. He looks--looks scared, huh?

It's sad when they lose their pack.

Have you lost your way home?

- Oh, God. - Jesus.

- Uh, Chloe. Why don't you take Charlie inside, honey?

- Uh...yeah .

Take Charlie.

Whoa, easy.

- What about you guys? - We're right behind you.

-Yeah, yeah. -Go ahead, honey.

Get him out of here. -Right behind you.

Easy. Nice and easy.

Just closing the garage. - Scott?

-Yeah? -Hey, Scott.

-I'm working on it. -Oh, come on.

-I'm working on it. -Come on. Gotta go.

Oh! Oh, shit.

- Oh. - Oh, my god.

- Hah.

-I think it wanted to eat you.

-No...

Maybe just a nibble.

-Yeah.

- Tony!

Baby!

Motherfuckers!

Get the hell out of my house!

Get away!

Get away. Get away! Get away!

Get out.

Fuck.

-This is fun.

It's like we're having a campout inside, in our house.

Chloe gets a nice slice.

Here you go.

And bon appetit. Mm-mm.

-What is that?

-It's like, um... it's sort of a meat.

Yeah. It's good. You'll love it.

-Honey. No one wants your fake meats.

-I'll just have bread and water.

Thanks.

-You're not a prisoner, Chloe.

-Are you sure?

Because this feels like torture.

-I don't know why you won't just let me heat up

the frozen dinners. -Oh yeah, please.

Heat up the frozen meals with no power.

I'd love to see this.

You gonna make a little fire in the kitchen?

-Gas is different than electric.

- Different bills. - Different bills.

- Yeah. - That's right.

- Mm-hm. - You got a smart mom.

Whoa.

- They are wild.

- They don't want free thinkers.

No, no, no.

They want little robots marching in line

to the sound of whatever story they want you to believe.

Goddamn, they said that runs this country.

No, I'm not gonna take off my shirt.

Fuck you. Pervert.

What was I saying?

Okay. Yeah, the lizards.

Um...

um...what...

was that?

-What's gotten into them?

-Maybe they are hungry.

- Yeah.

They wouldn't turn down food.

I'm gonna try it.

Why not.

Mmmm.

- No, no. God.

-It's good.

-Um...hello?

What the fuck was that?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

What?

Okay, screw this. I'm getting out of here.

Um...hi.

Bye-bye.

Go.

What the fuck.

- Fuck!

See you next time around, baby.

-Hey.

-Fuck. Fuck!

You scared the shit out of me.

-Uh...

-Where the fuck have you been?

-Charging my phone in your car.

I got stuck in a scroll.

-I'm not fucking paying you for that.

Actually, I'm glad you're back.

Listen, I need a favor.

I need you to help me.

I need you to--I need you to help me grieve.

-Um...

God, do you hear that?

- I need you to help me hurt.

Can you help me hurt?

-Yeah. I can do that.

-Yeah.

- You've been a bad boy.

-Oh, God!

-You're such a sad, pathetic loser.

-Oh, yeah. Yeah.

-Poor little boy. Daddy doesn't love you.

-Yeah. Ah!

-Feel that pain.

- It hurts so bad. - Bitch!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Punish me. Punish me.

I want you to punish me.

Yeah.

Yeah, more. More. - There you go.

There you go.

You're a little snowflake bitch.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell me-- - There you go.

-Tell me I'll never have another pet.

I'll never have another pet.

-Yeah.

- Oh, don't stop. Oh.

-Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Trip.

They got inside.

- Who got inside?

What's wrong? Chill. -They got inside.

-I'm not inside. -Sorry.

-Fuck off!

Get back here, you bitch!

Yo! Oh fuck!

Bitch!

Where the fuck are you?!

-My God!

-Ah fuck!

Ah!

Ah, Trip!

I'm so happy that you made it.

I'm so sorry that I left.

I promise I will never do that again.

I promise I will never, ever do that again.

Fucking promise.

What the fuck am I supposed to do with it?

-One of those fuckers comes in,

you smack the living shit out of it.

-With this?

Give me one of those. -What? Are you fucking nuts?

You'd shoot me.

Come on, motherfucker.

Come on, bitch.

-They can open doors?

Sorry.

- You bitch!

Ah!

- Zombie. Someone's asleep.

No. The neck.

Adjusting the neck. Walking.

Walking out.

The spine?

Chiropractor. - So stupid.

- Lunatic. - Can't give up.

-Neck. Wait, sshhh...

-What was that?

-Is Trip lighting up fireworks?

- That checks.

So, Chloe. Chloe.

Chloe, Chloe, come on.

Chloe, Chloe.

- Why is he setting them off inside?

-I don't know. He's an idiot.

I mean-- - Sshh.

Yeah, what is that?

-You don't think he shot that poor girl, do you?

-I don't think those are fireworks.

- He's probably--

-Charlie!

Go grab him.

- Scott, come on. - Okay. I'll go get him.

You guys stay here.

Ah, it's my turn when I come back.

-You know, I'm gonna call 911.

I don't-- something feels weird.

- Please hold.

All operators are currently assisting other callers.

- Shit.

- Charlie. Hey.

Come on, buddy.

Ah, there you are.

Thanks for interrupting the game, Charlie.

Turd.

Come on, buddy.

Come on, good boy.

Come on. Easy.

Hey, hey. Take it easy.

Is it really that...

bad in there?

Whoa.

What is going on tonight?

What the hell?

Yeah, Charlie.

Tough guy. You wouldn't last two minutes out there.

- You okay?

-Yeah. I'm good.

It's wild out there.

Ow!

-Oh, God. -God damn it.

-Get him, Scott. -Yes, I know.

I'll get him.

Liv, get back inside.

-Oh, my God.

- Mom.

-Chloe, go!

- Run! - Get back inside.

Oh, my God.

-What about Dad?

-He's a fast runner.

-I've never seen him run in my life.

-Charlie. Charlie.

Ah, shit!

Fucking Charlie.

-Mom? Mom?

-Yeah.

-Mom, this is all my fault.

-What do you mean?

-I saw a coyote and I-- and it looked hungry,

so I fed it.

And then the next day, there were two of them,

so I fed them both.

I thought if stopped feeding them,

they would stop coming but they didn't stop.

Mom, they didn't stop.

-Honey. Oh, Chloe. Honey.

-It's all my fault.

-No, Chloe. Look at me.

This is not normal behavior.

-Okay.

- Okay.

-Charlie.

Charlie.

Charlie.

Hey, Trip. It's Scott.

Just looking for my dog.

Don't shoot me.

Oh, my God.

He's got a jungle in his living room.

It's wild.

Of course he does.

Charlie. Hey.

Here, here, Charlie.

Come on, Charlie.

Charlie, fuck.

Uh...

Trip, did I hear gunshots in here?

What the fuck.

Charlie.

Charlie.

Charlie.

Help me...Stu.

-Oh! Whoa! Hey! Don't shoot!

-Stay the fuck away.

- It's okay. It's okay. It's me.

-I don't even know who the fuck you are.

-Scott. We met.

I'm the neighbor.

You don't want to shoot the neighbor.

-I'm so sorry. I...

It's okay. It's okay.

I'm just gonna open the door, okay?

Can you put the gun down, please?

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

- It's okay.

-They got in.

They were everywhere.

There were so many of them. -Okay.

-I tried to stay and fight with him,

I did, but he insisted.

He was so brave.

He said, "Julie, go, go. Get out of here."

So I did. I...

I ran in here and then I--

oh, God, I could hear him screaming out there.

Suddenly he stopped.

It sounded like they were eating him.

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

That's awful.

It's not your fault.

You--you... you did what you could do.

-Yeah. I did everything I could.

-Listen. I gotta get back to my family.

You should come with me.

I think if we go through the backyards, really, really--

-No. There's no way I'm walking out there.

-I can't stay here. I have to go to my--

-We can drive.

-Okay, great. Okay, um...

would you do me a favor and go first,

so you block my view,

because the sight of blood makes me really woozy.

Just the thought of what I saw in there

is--is--is making me kind of lightheaded.

-Sure.

-Never knew coyotes to behave like this.

Once in a while you hear about them eating a little dog,

but this is fucking nuts.

- Don't worry about it.

Shit. It's me.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Oh! Oh, it's Devon.

-Who? -He's our pest guy.

Our pest control guy.

Devon. Devon, thank God.

-Uh-huh, you called?

-I did?

Shit, I did.

Fourteen times. I'm sorry, but listen, listen.

We could really use your help right now.

-You need to give the poison time to work.

Not gonna happen overnight.

Three to 10 days to fully get rid of your problem.

-It's not the rats.

We have a crazy situation here.

-I'm having a real situation here too,

with someone calling me on my night off.

-No, no, no, no. It's coyotes.

-I will be there before sunrise to check the rat traps.

- Devon.

-Night-night.

-Shit.

-That sounded like it went well.

-We gotta get out of here.

Okay.

What?

-As soon as we get out there,

you better move your goddamn ass.

-It's a good thing I'm a fast runner.

What? I am.

That's not good.

-Oh, shit. Jesus!

-Fucking bitch!

- Fuck!

- You... - Julie.

-You killed my client before he Venmoed me.

And he was a regular.

-Okay. That's--that's good.

That's good.

You got him.

I think he's dead.

Let's go.

Please, please, let's go.

-It's not your fault, honey.

No, it's not.

It's all gonna be okay.

Come here.

-Charlie. It's Charlie, Mom.

-Yes.

-Charlie.

Charlie.

-Get him, baby. Get him.

Oh, God! Come on!

Honey.

-What is that?

It's gonna get inside.

-We're gonna be okay.

What is making them so crazy?

-Holy shit.

-Oh, fuck. -It's the chemtrails.

-The what?

-You know those long strings of white puffy clouds

behind airplanes? -Yeah, yeah.

-Okay. Those are chemicals that the government

is dumping into the atmosphere to mind control us,

but it's killing all the bees

and it's driving all the animals crazy.

You know, it's like in that movie,

you know, the one where all the birds attack everyone.

What's it called? Um...

The one with all the birds.

-The Birds?

No, that's not the one.

It reminds me of this moment.

But you know, where the birds are coming out her head?

And it's really, it's an iconic movie.

Why don't you know the name of it?

-I'm pretty sure it's The Birds.

- No,.

Oh, man, it's gonna come to me later.

-Yeah, agree to disagree.

Let's--could you give me the keys?

-Oh, fuck!

-What?

-Oh, God. The fucking--

The gate isn't gonna open because the power is out.

-Oh, shit.

-Oh, God. My bad.

-Ever been off roading?

-No.

- Hold on.

- Slow down. Oh, no.

You couldn't have just parked it?

-Sorry.

We needed the force

-Oh, my God. -to go through the gate.

Are you okay?

- Barely. - Sorry.

Told you I'd never gone off roading.

Don't sue me. Remember, I--

remember I saved you.

-Oh, shit. I gotta go see a chiropractor.

Oh, fuck. - Oh, my God.

-Get the fuck off my husband!

Hey, babe.

Let's go inside.

-Liv, is that you?

You look like a superhero.

- Chloe, close the door. Close the door.

Quick, Chloe.

You got it. Oh, good.

- Hey. Hey, guys.

-What have you two been up to?

-Uh, yeah. Just--just hanging out.

-Liv.

-Julie.

-Bet you didn't think your weekend

would turn out like this.

-Honestly, in my line of work, you never know.

- Oh.

-Oh, is that Charlie?

Is he okay?

-He's good.

- Yeah. - Yeah, he's good.

-It's good to see you.

- Oh, there's, uh--oh. - Right.

Hooooo.

- Okay. Let me help you.

-Oof. Is it bad?

Is it bad?

-Uh, don't look.

- Why? - Sorry. Not that bad.

-Why don't you want me to look? -No, it's okay.

Let's just--let's get you upstairs.

-Oh, I saw it. -Come on.

Okay. Come on.

Remember your breathing exercises.

- Whoo. Okay.

- Oh. You're bleeding all over the carpet.

Oh, don't--don't.

- So, uh, your dad...

what's his deal?

-He's got a thing about blood.

Yeah.

On Thanksgiving, he, uh,

he cut his finger carving our turkey

and passed out right in the mashed potatoes.

Julie chuckles]

-Okay. Okay.

-You're definitely gonna need stitches,

and probably a rabies shot.

-That's great.

Something to look forward to when I get out of here.

-Yeah.

You know, Chloe thinks this is all her fault.

-What? Why?

-She's been feeding the coyotes.

She said they looked hungry.

She's...she's being sweet, really.

-No. This is-- I don't know what this is.

This is almost like some kind of mass hysteria.

It's like when those monkeys started attacking the tourists

in Thailand.

-Yeah, when whales ram boats.

-Right.

Why wouldn't Chloe tell me about the coyotes?

Because you're not here.

-What are you talking about?

-You're not here.

You're not with us.

You're not with your daughter.

You're always working. You know?

I mean, it's like if we come

and try and have a conversation with you in your office,

it's like walking on eggshells.

-We don't know what to say. -I'm working.

I--I--I finally got this great--

-Yeah, we're aware you're working.

We are very well aware you're working.

-Everything I do is for you and Chloe.

For this house, for this life.

Would you rather be in that shitty one bedroom

in Koreatown?

Above the noisy restaurant?

Could never sleep?

Fucking toilet always backing?

-Yes. Yes.

I loved that place because we were with you.

We were with you.

We miss you.

Scott? -What?

-When you left Trip's, was it on fire?

-Huh?

It's important to not panic.

We just have to figure out a way off this hill,

and we're going to get off this hill.

Okay? I know it looks bad outside,

but there are roads that are open,

and we just have to contact somebody.

So any working cell phones, iPads, anything?

- No. Everything's dead.

-Chloe. You have no juice?

-No.

You really have no juice?

-Yeah. I mean, I used it.

- Okay, that's okay. That's okay.

Um... - Sorry.

-Excuse me? I'm so--

-...and we are...

What?

-You had a phone this whole time that works?

-Yeah. I was charging it in Trip's car

when those wolves started coming around.

-First of all, they're coyotes.

Secondly-- -Okay, whatever.

I doubt Trip cared if they were coyotes or cows

when they were eating his lungs.

-They ate his lungs?

- No, no, no, honey.

- They ate some of his lungs, but he was dead.

All right? He died peacefully. -That didn't happen.

- I heard him screaming.

-He died very peacefully.

Doesn't matter. Can I borrow it, please?

-For what?

-For an emergency call

because of the emergency we're all experiencing.

-Okay, sure.

-Oh, God bless you.

You're at 86%?

- What?!

-Yeah. Excuse me for being responsible.

-I'm stunned.

- Please hold--

-Oh shit. Okay.

I'm--I'm--I'm on hold.

Can you do me a huge favor and just stay on the phone?

We're on hold. -Mm-hm.

-Remember the emergency. Take a look outside.

Okay? -Yeah.

-All right.

More ideas, and there are no bad ideas.

Just throw them out. Just--

-What if we build a cage?

-Oh. I know I said there are no bad ideas,

and I love that you're using your brain.

But how would we ever build one big enough

to fit all the coyotes inside and to get them to go in it?

Keep it going. Okay, I don't mean to be negative--

-But it wouldn't be for them.

It'd be for us, like, like a shark cage.

Yeah.

-That could work.

-No way.

-I--I could build it.

I could. -No, honey. You know what?

It doesn't come with instructions,

and you're not very good with your hands.

I know you want to be that person.

I see it in your-- -I am that person.

-Hey, hey, hey. Where are we?

What's the address? -Oh, okay, okay.

Six-two--

- The call just dropped.

Fuck.

- I forgot to close the window.

- Hide.

- Where is Chloe?

- Under the stairs.

- Oh, fuck.

- Chloe.

-Go.

-Chloe, run!

Stay.

Heel.

Stay.

Stay.

Heel.

Sit. Sit.

Liv! Liv! -No, Scott!

No.

Scott! Help!

-Shit! Shit!

- Scott!

Did I get it?

-Yeah.

Go!

-Chloe! Hang on, kid.

Chloe, Chloe. I'm coming, kid.

-Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Chloe!

Scott, help me get her out. - Um...

- Okay. It's okay.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

It's okay. It's okay, baby.

You're okay. You're okay.

Chloe, look at me.

- Is Charlie okay?

-He's in the laundry. Look in the laundry.

Char--Charlie. Look for Charlie in the laundry hamper.

-Okay. Oh, there he is.

He's okay. He's okay.

- It's okay. You did so good.

- I'm scared.

I'm scared. -It's okay if you're scared.

- You're okay.

There's a first aid kit in the bathroom.

Go!

Go!

-Okay.

-Okay. Okay. You're okay.

- Okay. You're okay.

You're gonna be okay.

- No, no, no, Scott! Don't you dare.

Oh, God. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here. It's okay.

-Honey.

Sweetie. Chloe.

Thank God.

-Yeah. She's doing good.

-I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

-What are you talking about?

-I shouldn't have fed them.

-No, no.

Kiddo, you didn't do this.

You didn't do this.

-Mom says I'm gonna have a scar like a vampire bite.

-Oh, that'll be-- that'll be cool.

-Yeah, that's right.

-Vampires like a-- what did we say--

a mythical lady of the night?

-That's a euphemism for a prostitute

dating back to the 17th century.

-Oh. I didn't even know you were here.

Hey, thank you, Julie.

-You're welcome.

- Honey, I'm gonna talk to your dad a minute.

Why don't you rest? Okay?

-Okay.

No one is coming for us.

We have to get her to the ER.

Hey. Build it.

- Okay, I can do this.

I can do this.

Let's see here. Some music.

80s badgers.

80s badgers? 80s bangers.

That's perfect.

-What--what is all that noise?

-Your dad's building something.

-Is that safe?

-Fuck.

90s jams.

That'll do.

This is kind of wrong.

Okay...okay.

Liv.

Liv, you hear me up there?

- Yeah, I hear you.

-I just wanna say... you were right.

I've treated you guys like background art

of some stupid comic--

And I'm so sorry.

And Chloe,

I don't even remember when she stopped calling me Dad.

Started calling me Scott.

I just kind of ignored it.

And I see the way you look at me and I...

and I know you're just bracing for disappointment.

And I'm so sorry.

Liv?

-Sorry, Scott. I...I didn't catch that.

Can you say that again?

-Really?

- Yeah, it was just.

- Uh...

No, I just--I was- when did it cut out?

-I heard "I want to," and then nothing.

- Oh.

I was just saying I want to...go on a trip

when all this is over.

That'd be really nice.

We haven't done that in a long time.

-Yeah, I'd really like that.

- That'd be fun.

Okay.

Okay, I'll see-- I'll see you soon.

- Someone's coming.

Someone's coming.

Oh, someone's coming.

-He doesn't know.

We have to warn him.

-No, no, no. Don't!

-He's a professional.

He'll be fine.

- Welcome to Hollywood.

Ah, Jesus.

Storms shut down the hills,

but I snaked through the back roads like a rat.

End of days.

Look at what we got here.

You boys thirsty?

- No, get away. It's not safe.

They're gonna fucking kill you.

Get back in the van!

- Don't be a hero.

-What's going on up there?

- The pest control guy is here.

- What? He is? - Yes.

-Should I--should I keep going?

-You want to dance, you four legged freak?!

Come at me. Hey.

What are you doing?!

You're gonna miss the K-9 barbecue!

-Oh, my--!

-Oh, my God!

Oh, no. I can't see this.

-Oh, don't. Yeah, you don't want to see this.

-What's going on?

- Think they got him.

Look, I don't know how your little invention

is coming along, but you might want to hurry

or it's gonna be fucking useless.

-Well, you can't rush a masterpiece.

-Yes, you can!

-Is Charlie with you guys?

- Yeah, he's here with Chloe.

-Okay.

What?

Is this a bad idea?

This is definitely a bad idea.

This is great.

This is a great idea.

Oh, my God.

What are you--oh.

Did you get trapped in here by that mean pest control guy?

Come here. Oh, my God.

Were you the one making all that noise?

That's okay. That's okay.

We shouldn't be hanging out in here.

Gotta get you out of here.

There's a fire coming.

We're gonna--we're gonna come back for you.

Okay? All right.

Come on, buddy.

I got you.

God, I hope you like Charlie.

They just wanted their puppies.

That's why they were so pissed.

- What? Is the cage built?

-Pretty much, but um, I gotta do this on my own.

- Dad, this was a really bad idea,

and sharks break into cages sometimes.

Don't do this. -It's gonna be fine.

Chloe, this was your idea, and it's gonna work.

It's gonna work.

It's gonna work.

Okay, nice and easy.

Oh, it works.

-There he is.

Do you see?

-I see something.

-Hey, I've got something you want.

You want to make a trade?

You wanna make a trade?

-He didn't have instructions.

I got something you want.

-He did good.

-Ah! Pig!

Shit! Stop! You turn your--

-My God! I can't watch this.

-Please stop. Stop it!

Oh, fuck.

-Oh, me neither.

-What does that mean?

I wish you guys could translate what just happened.

-Oh, my God.

Mm-mm.

-Guys, I'm gonna make the hand off.

Chloe, this is gonna work.

-Dad, don't do this.

-Just have faith in your old man.

Okay.

-I hope those aren't my last words.

- Come on.

Come on, Dad.

-Here we go, guys.

You ready to go home?

I know I am.

Oops, sorry. All right.

Nice and easy.

Go ahead.

Okay. Nice and easy. Nice and easy.

Want to make a trade.

Okay. Okay...Easy.

Just...easy.

Easy. Relax.

Okay. All right.

They were under my house. I didn't put them there.

Nice and easy.

And we're all gonna live happily ever after.

I know you just want to keep your family safe.

Me too.

Your family for mine. Okay?

You're gonna go home.

Go back to your family.

I'm gonna go back to mine.

- Come on.

You got this.

- Come on, Dad.

Come on.

- Here you go, bud.

Here you go.

Good? Good.

Okay. Okay, buddy.

You're gonna go home.

Chloe, it worked.

- Oh, my God!

-Honey, he did it.

- You can come out now.

We're gonna get out of this hill.

- Oh, honey.

-All right, let's get the fuck out of here.

Oh.

- fuck me!

Get off me!

We had a deal!

-You okay?

-I thought you had a thing with blood?

-Oh yeah.

I think I'm getting over it.

Come on. -Come on.

- Okay.

Everybody in? Everything okay?

- Just drive the van!

-Okay. God!

-We're going too slow, Scott. -I--I--look.

-Daddy, faster! -Are you for real?

-My--my foo--It is. It is. It's not mine.

Pretty cool bite you have.

-Drive the van, honey.

-That's the fastest it goes. It's a stick.

I haven't driven a stick in a while.

-Stick a couple of ladies of the night back here.

-I don't think that's appropriate.

- Oh, my God.

-Is that our house?

-Not anymore.

-I don't care.

I got everything I need in this van.

-Yeah.

-Except for my comic book collection.

Hey, where are you going?

-The original Fantastic Four.

Who cares?

- Mm-hm.

-Ah. And first appearance Thor.

-Every--everything's in the van.

-But yeah, we're alive.

-Mm-hm. Yeah.

- I'll get them at some trade show.

-Not so fast.

-But maybe because I have them in a lock box,

so maybe they're protected.

-Just drive the van, Scott,

and as far away from Hollywood as possible.

-Come on. Give me all you got.

Come on!

Yeah!