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- Got some good news and some bad news.

- Gimme the good.

- Good news, it's definitely a ghoul.

- And the bad?

- It's hungry.

Very, very hungry.

You got eyes on it yet?

- Nothing yet, but I'm watching,

and you need to watch that shoelace.

- Daisy, I don't know how you do it.

- Can I get a medium matcha latte with almond milk

and the biggest darkest roast you got for Daisy?

Don't worry about how I do it.

Just be glad that I do.

- I'm a detective,

How is basically the number one thing I concern myself with.

- What about why?

- If there's time.

- Moon?

Nick?

Shit!

- Yeah, still hate Mardi Gras.

Dais, we have a second vic.

This ghoul means business.

Daisy?

I am sorry, Skip.

Truly am.

Little help, Dais.

Aw!

Wherever I end up next,

I'm taking some of you with me.

Come on.

- You owe me a cup of coffee.

- Hold your horses, I'm coming.

Damn!

Somebody better be in a lot of trouble.

Who's there?

- It's Moon.

Open up.

- Somebody is trouble.

- I said, we should go to a hospital,

but what does this one say?

I need Hank. - I need Hank.

- Well,

lack of insurance aside.

- It's like making a bet against yourself.

- This sort of thing ain't exactly taught in med school.

- No argument there, Daisy, by the way.

- Oh, where are my manners?

Hank, Daisy;

Daisy, Hank.

He was my you before you.

- Hank Treme, spiritualistic, esoteric techie

also dabble in watercolors.

- Hell, it's like a haunted hayride in there.

- So you're the empath, I heard about you.

- Empath has a name,

yet Nick's never mentioned yours.

- Great.

Well, now the introductions are out of the way,

somebody wanna help me with not dying?

- Bagoom be with you.

- You trust this guy.

- With my life.

What's got you spooked?

- I'm not spooked,

it's just...

- You are jealous.

I'm not jealous. - Oh, I must be dying

because I never thought

I lived to see Daisy O'Reilly jealous.

- You call me jealous one more time,

you'll be dead, not dying.

- He's probably more threatened by you than you are by him.

- You're thinking of bears.

Okay. - Ah!

- Kettle's on.

- Come on, Hank!

Don't you have something stronger?

- Nicholas, this ain't the kind of tea

that you have biscuits with.

- What's wrong with him?

- Arrogance, terrible social skills.

Could use a shave.

But mystically speaking,

he's just this side of tapped out.

- Guys, all I need is a little rest and-

- Listen, you're in my house

rapidly losing your reputation as death-defying,

you don't get a say.

- Yes, sir.

- Usually ain't the patient with a bad bedside manner.

Careful, it's hot.

Hmm. - What did I just...

- What happened to my beautiful battle glove?

- That's my spitfire gauntlet.

- Daisy made some adjustments over the years.

- Including a better name.

- Be nice!

- Sweet baby.

What did this mean lady do to you?

- This mean lady improved accuracy,

reduced overall weight,

and added a few extra surprises

that would definitely

void the warranty if it had one.

- Guys, I am literally dying here.

Can we get back to the problem at hand?

- The problem is not the problem,

problems have solutions.

The problem is, you don't like the solution.

- The solution is unacceptable,

which makes it another problem.

- Hold up!

You knew something was wrong.

- You didn't tell her.

- Didn't tell me what?

- A good mystic,

which Moon is not

uses crystals or gemstones

as a power source for their magics.

For our more shall we say nitty-gritty conjurers,

the magic pulls from their own physical energy

or life force each time they use it.

For most people, regular exercise

and not eating something that you order from a speaker

is enough to keep them in shape,

they can recharge themselves.

You know when you have a phone,

screen's cracked, little charge,

gotta keep it plugged in all the time.

- Yeah.

- I give you Nick Moon.

- What did he just... Eh, uh-huh-huh!

Bad for the plant.

- Love,

career,

health,

and wealth.

The answers to these and more are just a phone call away.

Madam Divine has foreseen your call.

Dial now to unlock the keys to your future.

I better take that.

- Got yourself a real Georgia peach there, Nick.

She was up all night fixing your gear.

How you feeling?

- Remember the night of my MPS induction?

- No.

- MPS?

- Ministry of Para Science.

Wasn't that the night you met Veronica?

- Who's Veronica?

- You know, Betty's friend.

Has a thing for redheads.

- Fine, be that way.

- Yo, Virgil, Bobby, I'm here.

Hey guys, I know I'm late, but I brought some beignets.

Hey guys, I get it, I'm late,

but I'm here now,

and I

- And if you like that,

you see this little button right here?

Press it.

- Oh, this is topnotch work, Dais.

- I had something of an epiphany last night

about things you might need

when I'm grabbing coffee.

Now remember, the crossbow comes loaded with one bolt,

you will need to reload after that.

- I only need one.

What's this?

- Uh, off limits.

- Hey, you guys need to turn the TV on.

- Joining us for ongoing coverage

from today's emergency press conference

from the mayor's office, which ended just moments ago,

Tina Bartleby is on location with more.

Tina? - Thanks, Joy.

I'm here at city hall where only moments ago,

deputy mayor, Joseph Ingram,

held an emergency press conference

to discuss this morning's horrible tragedy.

The discovery of the remains of two security guards

in a downtown construction site,

which marks the second attack of this kind in as many weeks.

- On behalf of Mayor Tipton,

our thoughts and prayers are

with the families of the deceased.

- Where's the mayor?

Why isn't he making this statement?

- Mayor Tipton is currently visiting the victim's families.

Now as I was saying, this tragedy

has affected the entire... Sir, can you address

reports of a mystery figure seen in

and around the attack site last night.

- I didn't realize we had gotten to the questions yet.

- With all due respect, deputy mayor,

we've heard this before, we'd like some answers.

- We are aware of the reports,

and it's because of those that the authorities

are seriously considering the possibility

that these attacks were perpetrated

by a displaced wild animal.

Animal control is currently-

- What about the creature?

- Creature!

You mean this boogeyman

some so-called psychic is trying to conjure up?

- We just want the truth, sir.

- No, you want headlines,

you want clicks and subscribers.

But this is not tabloid journalism,

innocent people have died here.

Now these attacks may appear inhuman,

but I assure you the perpetrator is not.

And I have full faith in our police force

that they will apprehend whoever is responsible

swiftly and justly.

Now let me be perfectly clear,

this city does not acknowledge the existence of ghosts

or goblins or little green men

or Hugging Molly or any or all general hoodoo,

it's unchristian, and that includes psychics,

no matter how pretty they maybe.

- Strong words from Deputy Mayor Ingram.

With me now is local psychic investigator, Chari Divine.

Thank you for joining me. Ms. Divine.

What is your response to the deputy mayor's statement?

- Well, he did say, I was pretty,

so we know at least two of his eyes are wide open,

even if his third is closed.

- You've been a major proponent to the paranormal.

- Paranatural.

- Paranatural theories surrounding these

and many other killings.

Do you truly believe that these deaths are paranormal,

excuse me, paranatural in nature?

- Paranatural, yes.

What I will say, Tina, is that a closed mind

has never been beneficial to any investigation.

- How many real deal psychics you know

hedge their bets like that?

Moon.

Yeah, watching it now.

- Just this afternoon, Commissioner-

- In about 16 minutes.

If traffic's good.

- folks to be mindful

of downtown Mobile visit.

- Yeah, she's here.

Ask yourself. - At night

to try to park as well-

- Hello?

Hey!

Out past 9:00 p.m.

- I don't know,

I think the Ethiopian place on Dauphin just opened up.

- downtown area-

- Okay, well, think about it, and we'll decide tonight.

- Limit downtown activity-

Yeah, okay. - For the day.

- I love, bye.

- When the sun goes down.

- Mobile Mayor Tipton has also-

- I have to soak this thing in alcohol now.

- Isn't everything you own soaked in alcohol?

- You missed your calling

in stand up.

Thanks for the patch up, Hank.

I found another one of these.

See what you can do with it.

- Another one.

Isn't this her job?

And why the hell am I just now hearing about this thing?

- She's busy.

I was preoccupied.

Welcome to Full Moon, Inc.

- I guess I'll get my affairs in order.

- That's the spirit.

Time to punch in.

- Nick, I mean it.

No more magic.

- Don't you worry about me, Hank.

- Daisy?

Look, he's burnt out.

It pains me to say, but he's got to stop cold turkey.

He keeps using you're a solo act, you understand?

- You ever wonder who cleans up after us?

Last night there was a corpse,

this morning not a trace.

- Burt's got a guy,

a couple of them actually.

Hey, you did all you could do.

- It's green.

- Look, I know at this point it's basically muscle memory,

but seriously no magic.

- So what?

You know the guy for one night,

and you're Hank's eyes and ears now?

- Who's jealous now?

- Yeah, yeah.

- My God, did y'all take the scenic route?

- She does the driving.

- And that is why

you're perfectly on time. - Hmm.

Thanks, babe. - Yes.

Yeah, babe. - Thanks.

- It's a little dark back here,

so you might wanna,

light up.

- You never know what's flammable on these sites.

- Yeah, use your head.

- They've been torn apart.

- I'm not trying to be a jerk here,

but I didn't need to call you to know that.

I mean, they were actually torn apart.

This hasn't been done with a blade,

this was done with claws, teeth.

What is this, some kind of nest?

- No, this is opportunity.

Nest implies a home, a place where you save things.

- There's nothing here to save.

- I'm not getting any EMF.

Usually there's at least a trace left behind.

- So much for a hellhound.

Good.

- Did you guys check the street cams yet?

- No, we're waiting on some guy

somewhere to sign something.

- Bureaucracy.

Give me a second.

- Find me something good.

- Yeah, yeah.

- And I'll give you a whole minute.

- Whatevs!

- So hellhound is that?

Is that really a thing?

- Not as much these days.

Hell is working to improve its image.

A kinder, gentler, eternal damnation.

- Well, my money is on wolfman.

That's a thing I usually go to, me and the guys.

We have a bet back at the station,

and I always bet on wolfman 'cause classic stuff but-

- So you and Daisy doing okay?

- Yep.

- Yeah, yeah, we're doing great.

Why?

Did she say something to you, buddy?

Relax, okay?

- Yeah, but I mean, uh, I don't wanna-

- Screw it up.

Yeah. - I get it.

But everything's fine, all right.

- Forget I asked.

Come on.

How about you and Daisy?

- What do you mean?

- Nick, every relationship needs maintenance,

not just romantic ones.

- Then it's time for our 3,000 mile relationship tuneup.

Bert,

please remember, I love you.

- Thanks.

- But you ever hurt her,

and I gotta hurt you.

- She already told me that.

- I hate to break up this love fest,

but you guys gotta see this.

It's just normal street traffic

for the first five or so minutes.

Cars passing, guy trips on the sidewalk, and eats it.

- Make a note.

We'll have to circle back to that.

- But...

- Now you're gonna show us the angle

where we see what it is.

- These cameras weren't exactly set up by Roger Deakins,

but stay seated for the post-credits scene.

- it's a wolfman.

- Could be.

- Could also be a skin-walker.

- Or a furry on bath salts.

Oh, or a hairy naked hobo.

- Or Bigfoot.

- Could be.

Yeah.

- I get it.

Conclusions, I jumped to them.

- If I had to wager a guess,

I'd say tall, dark and pixelated is our guy.

- It could be.

Your guys can come in now for cleanup.

- Send us your photos of the remains,

we'll see if we can matchup the bite marks

to any known species of otherworlders.

- Okay.

Same consultancy fee as usual?

- For now.

- All right.

- Oh, goodie, it's the hearse chaser.

- As I live and breathe the Demon Squad.

- You get a nickname in one news article.

- I think you mean Full Moon Inc.

- Demon Squad has better SEO.

- You hear that, Dais,

we're getting in branding advice

from a signature cocktail.

- Ha-ha!

- When I was in middle school,

there was a nail polish called Chari Divine,

and you look like you're about my age.

- Then I should get less sun.

- Oh, oh, oh, okay.

Okay, okay, okay, everybody.

- That was just rude.

- Ms. Divine, I can't have you on this crime scene

or any other crime scene for that matter.

- That's all right, Detective.

My access comes from elsewhere.

There is great unrest here.

Frustration,

anger.

- No, that's just me.

- Ms. Divine, I'm gonna have to ask you

to vacate the premises,

at least on this plane of existence.

- I have a right to know what's happening.

We all do.

- Daisy,

hold her leash.

- What the hell!

- Leave this to the grownups.

- You can't bury the truth.

Not forever.

- What a loon.

- She means well, I mean, complete fraud,

but her heart's in the right place.

- Let's do a wellness check on Adrienne.

- You don't think.

- I gotta start somewhere.

- So tonight?

- Let's go with pizza.

- Bye, baby!

- Get the hell outta here!

- Adrienne, open up.

- I was wondering when you two

would start poking around here.

- Christ, Addie, we were outside knocking!

- I know.

It's really not like you to check on me socially, Nick.

- Come on, Addie,

it's not like you've never helped us with a case.

- True, but usually you call first.

I'm guessing it has something to do with that.

- Yeah.

- So what makes you think I'm involved?

- We don't think you're involved.

- We just thought maybe you knew...

- Sometimes it is beyond me

how you two have managed to save the world.

- Beginner's luck.

- Well, come along, children.

This is where the magic happens,

the real magic where I transform into a wolf.

- Adrienne, this is not necessary.

- It is though, it is.

- Strongest chain a civilian can buy

without ending up on a list.

- Where do you even get it?

- The adult store by the airport.

The only way a wolf or anybody to be frank

could get outta one of these

is to gnaw their entire leg off.

Care to take inventory?

- All accounted for.

- Care to scrub the footage, Nick, I know where I was.

I think you do too.

- Dais?

You know this is part of the job, nothing personal.

- Maybe for you.

You've got a crime scene, I get it,

claw marks, bite marks,

but the temerity to come over here looking not for help,

but for an alibi.

- Addie, I don't say this often,

but I'm sorry.

- He says it never, you've got him on the ropes.

- Was I at the top of your list?

- Only because we thought you'd be the most willing

to have a conversation.

- Well, you were right about one thing today.

Come on, I'll see you out.

- Daisy?

- Behold, the life of a domesticated suburban werewolf.

- We're good here.

- Listen, next time you need expert advice, come over.

Call first, but come over.

Solve this one quick, for both our communities.

I was just kidding around back there.

- You say it more often than you realize.

- What?

- Sorry.

And you don't always need to,

not everything is your fault.

- It may not be my fault,

but it is my responsibility.

We should circle back to Hank.

- I should circle home.

- We're on the clock.

- What we're on is day two of wearing these clothes.

- Bert's waiting, isn't he?

- I promised the man dinner.

- A little late, don't you think?

- Probably.

- Fine, drop me off at my place,

and call me when you're ready.

I'm probably gonna need you.

- You always need me.

- Nick Moon?

You're coming with me, Mr. Moon.

- I didn't hear a, please.

Son of a bitch!

- Shit!

Sorry. - You got here fast.

You used the siren, didn't you?

- I used the sirens,

only for you,

and for work.

- You flatter me, sir.

Oh, sheez!

I forgot how on edge you get when you're working a case.

- I'm not on edge, I'm worried.

- Isn't that the same thing?

- About Nick.

- Yeah, me too.

But at this point it's just like

second nature to breathing.

- I mean it, Bert, this time is different.

- What's the problem now?

What is Nick, like some kind of wolfman or something?

- Okay, so new development.

Moon has to stop using his magic,

or he could die.

- What?

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's a thing?

Why am I hearing about this just now?

- We just found out.

- After the crime scene?

- Before.

- And you are just telling me this now?

- What was I supposed to do?

Walk up to the crime scene like, "Hey babe",

uh, Moon's magic is gonna kill him.

"Which way to the corpses?"

- And I was all like,

use your magic to light up the place.

Oh my God, I feel like such an idiot.

Why didn't he say something?

He loves saying something.

- I highly doubt Moon would've spilled his guts

to you about this.

- I mean, we've had our moments.

- The man's lost so much.

He thinks magic's who he is,

it's what defines him.

I just don't want him to give up.

- Did you tell him this?

- God, no!

- Why not?

I mean, he probably won't wanna hear it,

and he'll probably fire you.

- Again.

- What are you up to now, six?

- Seven.

The surprise party.

Well, even I knew that was a bad idea.

- You only get so many birthdays,

especially in his line of work.

- Our line of work.

And you should talk to him,

look for an opening.

You'll find one.

What the hell! - What?

- Just typical Nick text.

- Track me,

bring care?

- Ah, Mr. Moon, please have a seat.

- Finally, someone with manners.

- You'll have to excuse Dodgson,

he can be a tad overzealous.

- What it's all about?

Not every day I make it onto the deputy mayor's agenda.

It's about the parking tickets, isn't it?

Because I was gonna pay those.

- There's that drollness I've heard so much about.

I'll try not to disappoint.

- Anything I can get for you, hun?

- Would it be foolish to get my hopes up

for just the nibble of your peach pie?

- It's like a little slice of heaven, isn't it?

- And you, Collette, must be an angel.

- You should come in more often, Mister...

- Moon,

Nick Moon.

- I'll have a slice right out, Mr. Moon.

- Nick.

- On my tab, please.

- In that case, make it a whole pie.

I'm not a cheap date.

And make it to go, Collette.

- You bet, hun.

- So,

is this the part where you tell me to drop the investigation,

close the case,

forget it, Nick,

this is Demon Town.

- Quite the contrary.

I need you, Mister Moon.

- Is that so?

Because I seem to recall you closing the book

on the supernatural at this morning's presser.

- That is Mayor Tipton's position.

And for now, I must toe the company line.

No one ever accused the mayor of having vision.

I on the other hand understand

that there is more to this world.

What?

Did Ms. Divine turn you down?

- You and I both know that Ms. Divine,

cute as she may be is a charlatan.

Glad we agree on one thing.

Two things.

- I will get to the point.

Mr. Moon, I want you on my team.

With the city's revitalization project,

we're not just laying the groundwork

for normal people like me and you,

but also for those whatever they are.

- Otherworlders.

- Otherworlders, I like that.

- It is my passion to ensure a brighter future for Mobile

and everything that calls it home.

- But primarily you.

- A win of this scale would guarantee a long

and successful political career.

Of course, it would also be quite beneficial

to those who helped me along the way.

- Naturally.

- You are already investigating, Mr. Moon.

I'd simply like to bring you on as a consultant

to keep any future incidents quiet.

- You're expecting more?

- I like to be prepared for every possibility.

It would be your duty to keep things quiet,

to ensure that the media and our political opponents

do not catch wind of anything out of the ordinary.

- I'm not your janitor, Ingram.

- Think big picture, Mr. Moon.

Down the road this could lead to

ambassador of the other worlds.

We can workshop the title,

but the point is, we need someone to help bridge this gap.

Well, best of luck to that, whomever that is,

but it ain't me.

- Well, then, Mr. Moon, I thank you for your time.

- Next time make an appointment.

Yeah.

- Ooh, blackberry?

Peach. - Eh!

Dinner date?

- My mama always said,

never just a man with a pinky ring.

- Hank's?

- Take the long way,

just in case he tries to tail us.

Also, pie.

It's some offer.

It would be nice to have a person on the inside

looking over the little ghoul.

- It wouldn't work that way, Dais,

not with these people.

They pulled "The Diary of Anne Frank" from schools,

you think they'll allow a six-horned imp a voice?

- Girl could dream.

If I'd known we'd be taking the scenic route,

I would've worn more comfortable shoes.

- I keep telling you, Dais,

invest in a pair of good insoles.

- You got an insole guy?

- Of course.

- My pet?

- Uh, ex of yours?

- What happens in Biloxi supposed to stay in Biloxi.

- You murdered my pet.

- Whoa, I draw the line at animal cruelty.

I mean, I haven't kicked a puppy in what five, six weeks.

- Not even a cat, only children.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let's rewind.

Do I know you?

- I am Corconyx the Cruel, bringer of your destruction.

- Great.

Well, I'm Nick.

- Daisy.

- I have scoured this cursed land offering Teeka-Teeka

to the great Bagoom

I even made flyers you dicks.

- We can tell you're upset, Corky.

So we're gonna take that as slang for private eyes.

- First time I'm seeing this,

- This, I thought this was a joke.

Who keeps a ghoul as a pet?

- There is not a single stop sign

between your brain and your mouth, is there?

I was going on like zero sleep, okay, I'll fix it.

- Time out.

- Speak with urgency.

- Look, listen,

we can't bring your ghoul back.

No one can.

It was on a feeding frenzy and had to be put down.

I'm truly sorry about that,

but maybe we can help you find

whoever's responsible for its kidnapping.

- You would help me.

- Of course.

Considering all you've been through,

I'll throw in a 10% discount.

- Not even a yield sign.

Okay, okay, listen.

I see your side of things.

I empathize, all right, 20%.

I mean, that's more than fair,

that's practically a family discount.

Whoa!

- Holy!

- Come on, let's get you to Hank's before you die,

or they wanna exchange insurance.

- What is this Groundhog Day?

- I know this is gonna sound ridiculous,

but is there anyway for him to practice safe magic?

- Sorry kid, this ain't like him shrink-wrapping

his doohickey on a Friday night.

Look, I get that you're in a tight spot,

but that's the problem,

there's always gonna be a tight spot.

- Just like a Friday night.

- Can I continue?

- Yeah.

- Look, you're getting close to the point of no return.

I know that death is the ultimate authority figure,

but you can't thumb your nose at this.

You're gonna have to start relying

on your tools and your talent.

- Won't happen again, all right?

Now can we get back to why we're actually here?

- Aside from keeping your heart pumping

and your lungs breathing.

So what did this to you in anyway?

- Corky, something or another.

Yeah. - Big guy.

Wonderful diction, yeah.

- Pissed that we killed his pet ghoul.

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry, pet ghoul?

- That's what I said.

Big lug claimed it had been kidnapped.

I don't know.

Why would anyone kidnap a ghoul?

- Beats me.

All they do is eat, eat, and eat some more.

Hmm. - They're great muscle,

but not good for much else.

His pet?

- Aside from a confirmed dead ghoul,

suspects, who or what have we got?

- Nothing much, Adrienne's an outlier,

and most bite and turned werewolves avoid the city.

You talked to any pure bloods?

- There's not one registered in the tri-state area.

- I have heard whispers of a skin-walker who's new in town.

- Find him.

Any luck with our mystery sphere?

- Nothing much left to go on.

Probably designed that way, of course.

- Maybe this will help you piece it together.

- Ah, another one.

- From the scene of last night's attack.

- I guess we got our marching orders.

- I'll set up here.

- I'll put the coffee on.

- Great.

I'm gonna go rest my eyes.

- Doesn't much, look like you're tracking down the skin-walker.

- Oh, that was quick.

- All I need is five minutes and stable WiFi.

- Back in my day, this would've been hours of legwork.

Hell, days even.

- The world is changing, I'm just trying to keep up.

- Hit the hay, why don't you?

This thing will be there for you in the morning.

It is morning. - You know what I mean.

- If this thing goes haywire in the field again,

that could be it.

No more chances.

- You know how many iterations

of the original battle glove I went through so

it wouldn't fall off his arm every time he fired a shot?

- How many?

- I lost count.

There were three trips to the ER.

Point is Nick survived me.

Hell, he'll probably survive us all.

- Well, here's the problem.

How did I miss that?

- 'cause you're exhausted.

- Thank you, Hank.

- I didn't do a thing.

All you needed to do was step back

and see the trees for the forest.

- I mean it.

Thank you.

Well, thank me by getting some shut-eye.

- What will you do?

- Five's usually my getting up time, so I figure I'll

stay up and play with my balls some.

- Good night, Hank.

- Goodnight, kid.

Holy shit!

- Joining us this morning is Tina Bartleby

with psychic medium, Chari Divine,

and the family of Robert Brent.

- Maybe it is Groundhog Day.

- Now back to the program.

- Miss Divine has been a great help to us.

She's given us peace and closure.

- Yes.

And she's dedicating herself to uncovering the truth

about what really happened to our son.

- Tina, the fact of the matter is this.

Traditional means have failed this family

and the families of the ever-growing list of victims.

- Ever-growing, there have only been

three reported deaths, Ms. Divine.

- Three reported deaths, Tina.

- Are you insinuating that there are more victims

that we are unaware of?

- When was the last time you saw a panhandler?

A few months back they were at every intersection,

have you seen one lately, just one.

- Well, the mayor's regeneration

for the next generation program was created

to revitalize downtown Mobile's infrastructure,

take transients off the streets,

give them shelter and help them find work.

- Okay, let's say you're right.

A politician finally accomplished something.

Hooray!

We still have three unexplained deaths.

That's three too many, Tina.

- That's something we can both agree on.

Now without offering up more baseless conjecture or slander,

what has your investigation uncovered?

- Unfortunately, I can't tell you much,

but what I can tell you

is there is a killer loose in our city,

and it is not human.

- That was our very own

Tina Bartleby's interview this morning

with psychic medium, Chari Divine,

and the family of murdered security agent, Robert Brent.

Witnesses in the area seemed to confirm

Ms. Divine's assertions.

- It kinda looked like an animal,

but it was the size of a person.

I don't know what I saw,

but I saw something.

- People saying it's a cougar or a bear.

Man, that was a wolf.

I saw it out my own window.

This isn't even Cougar country.

- Seen it run, that ain't no man,

it was on all fours.

I hope they offer a reward or something

'cause I got me two new AR-15s,

I am just dying to try out

because the government ain't doing

- Oh, shit!

- You're watching WOWL

- Moon, you up?

- David and Tina Bartleby.

Stay tuned for the Gulf Coast's most accurate weather

with Kurt Casey,

and the WOWL

- Looks like you're on your own, O'Reilley.

- Cold fronts moving in

from the west to the east,

some thunderstorms by tomorrow.

- With all that said,

let's take a look at your palm, shall we?

- What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Working!

- Oh, you're working all right.

Sorry pal.

You are working this city into a frenzy.

You wanna shake down some rubes,

I can live with that.

Again, sorry, but you go on television and get these people

all hyped up

about a killer boogeyman.

- I'm helping people.

I give them answers when no one else will,

I give them peace.

What do you give them besides a bill

and a need for a penicillin shot?

- Oh, yep.

She helping you?

You feel at peace?

We actually haven't gotten that far-

- Where is this guy's peace?

Where are his answers?

- Fine.

You're coming into money soon.

Look at that,

new opportunities on the horizon.

Also your wife knows you're cheating.

- Well, I'm not sure you gave him much peace,

- But his wife's about to get plenty.

- Alright, how did you know?

- I swiped left on him last week.

Just because I don't come about all the hoodoo honestly

doesn't mean I don't have abilities.

Listening, observing,

those are powerful tools.

- There's a name for that.

- Detective.

- Very true,

but there's no spark to that.

- Hey, I appreciate style, obviously.

But there's style,

and there's lying.

- I never lie.

Get that straight.

I don't lie,

I sparkle.

- Woo!

All that self-righteousness really took it outta you, huh?

Come sit down.

- I'm fine.

- Then stop me.

Your hands, please, Mr. Moon.

- Since I can't stop you.

- Damn dude, your money line is almost non-existent,

your love line reads like a Shakespearean tragedy,

and then your lifeline,

it's not even a line,

it's more like a connect the dots.

- You don't need to be a psychic to know I'm a total mess.

- My point exactly.

- No, my point exactly.

If you're doing all this for shits and giggles,

you aren't helping people,

you're putting them in more risk.

- This is New Orleans all over again.

- They run you out of Nawlins?

- Not run out per se.

This city is lousy with psychics,

wannabe Van Helsing, sorcerers, occultists.

It's too much competition. - Mm-hmm.

- Even the tourists are smart marks.

- Yeah, I get you there, yeah.

- They run you out on a rail?

- No, but I did move to Mobile looking for a paycheck,

an honest one.

In New Orleans there were 10 demonologist for every haunt.

Here, well, somebody's gotta mediate

between the otherworlders and the normies.

- You don't look like you're in any shape to do magic.

- Me?

I'm on top of my game.

I'm as good as ever.

I'm gonna snap my fingers,

and nothing will happen.

- Honey, you couldn't light a Yankee Candle.

Maybe I can help.

I have elixirs-

- Bandaids, all of them.

But don't worry about me.

Don't you worry about Nick Moon.

- Who's worried?

- Since you probably charge me by the hour.

- By the minute actually.

- Well, let's get back to why I'm here.

I've been barking up the lycanthrope tree.

And now I'm starting to think

maybe this will go a lot faster, if we compare notes.

- Partners, huh?

- An alliance.

We find your client some concrete answers.

For 40% of your fee naturally.

- I'm sorry, I came here on the back of a motorcycle,

not a turnip truck, 20%.

- How about you be reasonable, make it 35%?

- 30.

- Deal.

- Don't worry, that's Daisy's thing.

- Deal.

- And you have to.

Have to.

Stop talking to the press.

- It's not my fault they love me.

- Chari.

- Fine, but if we're gonna compare notes,

I need to get out of all this.

- Bring your work home often?

- I have a soft spot for strays.

So you're really leaning toward a werewolf, huh?

- I was.

Weren't you?

- Honestly, I thought it was a coyote.

I just said it wasn't human,

I didn't say it was paranatural.

- Paranormal.

- You have your terms, I have mine.

The name's Charlene DelVecchio,

friends always called me Chari.

- Why the getup?

- I could ask you the same thing.

- Huh, right.

Lemme rephrase.

Why the act?

- Reality television.

People want an immersive experience, a character, a show.

- Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Charlene.

- Chari, please.

- So we're friends?

- I think we're about to get real friendly.

- I don't know what you've heard,

but now that we're working together,

I'm not going to fish off the company pier.

- Excuse me?

- There's a saying.

- I know the saying.

You think because you called a truce, we're gonna...

I said partners, not partners.

- I'm getting mixed signals.

- Well, pack up your pole and tackle

because I'm not that easy.

- Yes, ma'am.

I'm on my way, I'm coming.

It's a little busy.

Oh, hi!

You're not gonna believe this, but-

Oh, I'm sure of that. - I was...

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Ow, ow, ow, let go.

Please let go.

But anyway, I was walking around back,

so I could come out and meet you.

Points for effort. - Oh, thank you.

- But I don't have time for your bullshit.

- I'm sorry.

- I've seen all kinds,

but you are the new in town skin-walker.

Well, I didn't wanna make a big fuss,

but guilty.

Of that I mean, nothing else.

- Then why did you run?

- I didn't run, I was walking around back,

so I could come around and... Shh, shh, shh, shh!

Why did you run?

- Because I know who you are.

People talk and that includes people

who technically aren't people.

You defeated a Frankendemon.

I mean, I pick my battles, lady,

and this isn't one of them,

ma'am.

Well, I will say I wasn't expecting a chick.

What is Nick Moon short for?

Like Nicki or Nicole or something.

What are you doing?

What are you doing with the

- Yeah, you are not a skin-walker, are you?

- Yeah, huh.

And you wouldn't want me to turn on you!

- Oh, yes, please.

I would very much.

Let's do that.

- All right.

Okay, you want the skin-walker?

Well, now you've got her.

- Oh, Moon's gonna love this.

- Wait, what?

- Next On "ParaLore",

we investigate legends

of New England witches

and the curses they left behind.

The possibility of killer mutants in the Midwest

- You've really done your homework.

- It is my job to observe,

and none of this passed the smell test.

- The missing persons,

unexplained deaths, goes back weeks.

- Months.

- But the MOs don't line up.

Swamp goblin,

vampire attack, obviously.

- Obviously.

Puckwudgie. - Gesundheidt.

- Then the last three weeks the attacks shifted

primarily to maulings-

- I'm missing something.

- You're almost kind of cute when you work.

- Lucky for you,

I'm always on the clock.

- What if it is this skin-walker?

They can change shape, take on different forms, yeah?

- Tell me you have something good.

- Our skin-walker transformed all right... into an idiot.

- So much for that theory.

- Where are you?

- Comparing notes with Chari Divine.

- folklore and popular entertainment

for centuries. - Daisy?

- But what of the dogman?

- You there?

- Comparing notes, huh?

- She's got a nice set of tomes here.

Nick? - I need to regroup.

Not here though.

- That thought never crossed my mind.

Nick? - Hank's.

- He's gonna start charging rent.

Nick? - Like animal

with a torso of a man and a fearsome-

- What do you know about a dogman?

- The creature has now been spotted

in other parts of the country.

- Dogman differ from lycanthropes...

- I gotta run.

I'll call you later.

- I never had a man try to get outta here so fast.

- What are we charging these clients of yours anyways?

The families of the victims.

- Nothing.

- What?

- It's pro bono.

- You didn't tell me that.

- I agreed to give you a percentage.

You never asked for a percentage of what.

- There is that sparkle.

- Let me come with you.

- Honey, I'm bad for your health.

- Your call has been forwarded to an...

- This car needs fixing.

Jesus! - Holy shit!

- Moon, I will feast on your soul.

- What about Daisy?

- Who is Daisy?

- Me!

I'm Daisy.

- Well, aren't you as precious as the blossom?

Will you seek vengeance upon me

after I vanquish your Moon?

- Well,

I mean, first off,

he's not my Moon. - Wonderful!

Daisy? - Language is important.

- Sorry.

Threatening banter.

- My turn.

- Assholes!

- Hank!

- You gotta see this!

What's this look like to you?

- Like somebody bolted an egg timer to a hamster ball.

- Now it took some rebuilding,

but go ahead, pop her open.

- It opens?

- Yeah, turn the knob on the side.

Go ahead, open her up.

- I'll be damned.

Devil's toy box.

- I don't follow.

- A devil's toy box.

It's a mirror lined cubed

that lets the user conjure or trap an entity, a creature.

- Or just about anything.

Now this is a very rudimentary design,

nothing like we had back at the MPS,

real down and dirty eso-techie work here,

which means we're not dealing with a well-funded operation.

- We have common ground at least.

- Now since these were found at the site

of otherworlder attacks,

I'm thinking that they are,

for lack of a better term, dimensional traps.

- Non-eso-techie here, gimme layman's terms.

- Basically when activated,

the sphere creates its own interdimensional pocket

that you can stuff just about anything inside.

- Like a supernatural clown car.

- Now you're getting it.

- So someone's leaving these things around the city

and using them to release monsters.

- Monster bombs.

- Boo bombs.

Instead of going boom, they go boo.

- So we're not dealing with random otherworlder attacks.

This is coordinated supernatural terrorism.

- How much do one of these things hold?

- Depends on how high maintenance the cargo is.

Need to move a two bedroom house

or haul a hellhound across town,

this baby is got you covered.

Yeah, you don't want...

- It's so cute.

- Like I said, enough to haul a hellhound.

- So I'll call animal control,

and we'll get a fresh start in the morning.

- Geez!

I am gonna regret that.

Dogman.

- Not as well-known

as its lycanthrope cousin, the werewolf.

Tales of the dogman in North America

date back hundreds of years.

- A dogman creature was allegedly witnessed in 1887

in Wexford County, Michigan

described as an amber-eyed bipedal

canine like animal with a torso of a man

and a fearsome howl.

The creature has now been spotted

in other parts of the country.

- Dogman

- Dogman!

- They don't transform man to beast,

it's pure animal, which to me makes him even more terrifying.

One unusual variation of the dogman legend is

that of the wolf woman of Mobile.

- Oh, hell!

Help!

- Hello!

- Up and at 'em. I got a hot tip on a construction site.

- From who?

- From whom?

Just trust me, I'll explain when you get there.

- From whom?

Oh gosh!

- Take two.

- Would you look at that?

But no time for a bench test.

- Since when do we ever test anything?

- Well, I didn't know this was gonna be a threesome.

- Be nice.

- It's nice to see you again, Chari.

- Miss Divine.

- Where are the cops?

You said this was a crime scene.

- I said I had a tip.

- From whom?

Moi.

- Here we go.

- No!

Look, I put in the work here.

- Tic-tac-toe is usually a two-player game.

- These are the creature sightings,

the monster attacks.

- Check the addresses.

- 615 Royal,

sold luxury condos;

217 Fulton,

sold luxury condos,

and 405 Dolphin,

sold luxury condos.

- All sold post-attack

and the buyer got a hefty price cut.

- Who's the buyer?

- Regeneration for the Next Generation, LLC.

Ingram.

- If I'm right, and I'm right,

this heap should have been next on their hit list.

- Dais, gear up.

- How is it?

Itchy?

- What you got for me?

- Bucket seat and a blast of AC.

- No, sir, I'm not waiting in the car,

I wanna see this through.

- This is life or death, Chari.

- This is my chance to shine, not just sparkle.

For once I can make a real difference.

- Chari, we don't know what we're walking into.

I can't promise I can protect you.

- I'm so sorry.

That's just about the sweetest thing ever.

But you're forgetting

who's the bad bitch from Jersey!

Now quit dicking around, let's go find ourselves a monster.

- Is she really from Jersey?

- I have no idea.

- Oh, smells like a slaughterhouse in here.

- Anybody else hungry for barbecue?

- Nick?

- It can't be.

Why would he?

- This looks old.

Matches the owner.

- Why would Hank come here?

- Well, maybe he had a hunch.

This Hank, he psychic too?

Catchy tune.

- We need to stick together.

- Then shake a leg.

- Go.

- What the hell is that?

Run, go, go!

Go there, go.

- He was your teacher?

- For a little while, yeah.

Look, I can't have you mixed up in this,

not anymore.

- I'm already mixed up in it, Nick.

- You don't understand.

This is what happens, I lose people,

good people.

- Well, I'm just okay people,

so nothing to worry about.

- Go home, get some rest.

- Begin a therapy session.

This is quite the line of work, Nick Moon.

- Yeah.

- The monster's not the problem, Nick,

we are.

- It's not a dogman,

it's a mother protecting its kid,

its territory.

Adrienne was right, it's about community.

This dogwoman must have been displaced

by one of those boo bombs,

but she adapted,

she made a home for her and her pup

in downtown's abandoned buildings,

surviving well I might add,

on a diet of homeless, runaways,

the occasional security guard.

- And now the city's gentrification program

is encroaching on their home.

- You got it.

I think it's time to take the fight to city hall.

- The initiative has hit a few snags,

but we are not stopping.

- Get to the point, Ingram,

this is supposed to be my meditation time.

- Well, sir, this time next year,

we will all be sitting pretty

in the middle of a newly revitalized downtown Mobile.

- Wonderful news, just wonderful.

Keep working your magic, and you'll go far, Joe.

- It's hardly magic, sir,

just good old-fashioned blood, sweat and...

Hello?

Asshole!

- You're a hard man to track down.

- You two.

- Aren't you supposed

to be the man of the people

out in the streets shaking babies, kissing hands?

- That is Tipton's job-

Hmm. - I do the real work.

- Oh, like single-handedly revitalizing the city.

- Are you afraid you're going to demo

your favorite record shop?

Are you a couple of bleeding hearts?

- There's been enough blood spilled,

maybe you just don't care.

- I agree, the deaths have been unfortunate,

such is the price of progress.

- Let's say you get your fancy project going full speed,

vagrancy and crime rates go down-

Mm-hmm. - Real estate prices go up,

and the city's economy booms.

- Guaranteed reelection for Mayor Tipton,

and you become the poster boy for your party.

As long as nobody looks too closely

at how the sausage is made, huh?

- We share a vision, Mr. Moon,

and my offer still stands.

I'm sure we could find something for your friend,

filing or light paperwork.

How's your typing?

- Daisy,

give him my answer.

- It's time to shut it down,

the whole gentrification scheme.

- I will not,

and it is not gentrification,

it is regeneration for the next generation.

- Yeah, we've seen the billboard.

- Shut it down.

Or the media is gonna hear

about yet another mysterious death on city property

undergoing so-called regeneration.

- What are you talking about?

- I'd like you to meet my friend, Hank.

- God, you're sick,

the both of you.

- I can introduce you to the rest of them, if you like.

- Get the hell out of here right now before I call the cops.

- All right.

- You take your secretary with you.

- Nope, mm-hmm.

- I won't shut it down.

I can't, you know that.

There's too much on the line,

personally, politically, financially.

I'll tell you what I will do.

I'll hire you.

- I already told you,

we didn't wanna be part of your team.

- No, I want you to find that nest

and exterminate whatever is in it.

And maybe you'll get a nice bonus

for staying the hell out of my way from here on out.

- And if we walk, go to the press.

- You won't.

I can revoke whatever licenses you have

and shut you down.

And at the end of the day, who are people going to believe:

An upstanding member of the community,

or two losers who spend their life chasing shadows?

Don't be stupid.

Come on.

Don't feel bad, Mr. Moon,

we've all gotta make a living.

I really hate that man.

- We're not killing it, Nick.

- Never said we were.

- You mind letting me in on what you're concocting.

- Sage first, then incense.

Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Best of luck on the coven.

- Should I make an appointment?

- Depends.

Is this call for business or pleasure?

A little of both. - Hmm.

- Maybe if you play your cards right.

- Ooh, not today, hun.

How are you?

- Fine.

Always fine.

- Bit of good news.

- Please.

- I called in a favor to a client.

What's this? - It's a little blue pill,

but for magic.

Keep this on you 24/7,

it'll channel the energy you need to do what you do

and restore whatever is drained.

I don't know if it's a permanent solution,

and it's not gonna bring you back to full power, but-

- Toss the receipt,

it's a keeper.

- Now I know you didn't come all this way to flirt badly.

- It was part of it.

- What do you want, Moon-pie?

A favor. - You're pressing your luck.

- I think you'll get a kick out of this.

- Who came up with that tagline?

His wife

Is it too late to get a new one?

Is it too late to get a new wife, at least.

I mean, you know what, fine, whatever.

I'll make it work too.

- Evening, future Mr. Mayor.

- Keep me posted.

- Ms. Divine.

- Chari, please.

- Well, Chari, I hope that when the day comes,

I can count on your vote.

- I always vote my conscience.

- Such a wry wit.

- I think we have some business to discuss.

- Do we?

- Trust me, you're gonna like this.

- I'll say it was a surprise running into you tonight,

a pleasant one, don't get me wrong.

- I knew if I hung around here long enough,

I'd eventually bump into you.

- So you were waiting for me?

- You called me "pretty", remember?

- I did, and I meant it.

Ever since then, you've just been running around in my head.

- Really?

- Just giving me ideas.

- What kind of ideas?

- Good ideas, bad ideas, political ideas.

- I don't follow.

- You know what would really send your stock

through the roof?

- I'm all ears, Chari.

- A photo of you standing on the dogwoman's carcass

like a real man, like an American hero.

Oh, such a turn on!

- Uh, it's actually dogman,

woman didn't test well.

- Fair enough, dogman.

Post that pic on every paper, magazine, tabloid, news show,

then you go national.

Forget mayor, we're talking governor, senate.

- Maybe White House.

- You're only limited by your imagination, Mr. President.

- Wait, so Moon got it then.

It's dead.

- As dead as my Aunt Vita,

but that doesn't shut her up.

- I haven't told anybody this,

but I cannot wait to taxidermy that thing.

- He took the bait.

- Wouldn't you?

Where are you going?

To tie up a loose end.

- Corky, you haven't been more than 30 yards

from me since this began.

Come on out!

I can smell you.

Sandalwood.

- You have been trying my patience, Moon.

- I have that effect on people.

- What's that do?

- Lemme show you.

Hold tight, asshole!

- Ah, Mr. Moon.

I understand, congratulations are in order,

and a hefty payday.

So where is it?

Where is the beast?

- Oh, um.

Around.

Around? - Hmm.

- You said it was dead.

What the hell is this?

- The plan, sweetie.

- You picked up every stray otherworlder you could find.

- Then you strategically deployed

the poor creatures to game the realty market

for your revitalization project.

Prices get real cheap when a place is haunted.

- Or infested.

- Real estate.

That's what this is all about?

- What can I say?

I'm a good steward of the taxpayers' money.

You knew we'd be around to clean up your messes

before they get outta hand.

Whether that meant capturing,

or putting down those strays.

- The dogwoman was the one that got away.

She popped up, got you your deal,

and then slipped under our radar.

- It's not my fault if you two do sloppy work.

So what now?

You can't arrest me.

- The other day, I asked Daisy who cleans up our messes.

- It turns out, we do that too.

Those self-destruct. - Self-destruct on detonation.

Eh, not completely.

I'd say it's a pretty good restoration for a secretary.

- Shit!

- Where is Moon?

- Where is my nemesis?

- Over here.

Butt you're wrong about the nemesis thing.?

That is your ghoul napper right there.

- So dogwoman?

- Dogwoman.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I'm sure we can come up with a solution

that is mutually beneficial.

You seem like a very reasonable thing.

I mean, look at you, you're so well-spoken.

- This way.

- No, the nest is this way.

- I have a strong feeling about this direction.

Force of habit, but I do think it was this way.

- You three have no idea who you're messing with.

- Moon, cover me!

All right, you win.

- You sound surprised.

I'll have you know,

I was voted most likely to succeed in all of my classes.

- Maybe 'cause they realized then

that you're a soulless son of a bitch

who will do whatever it takes to win.

- Exactly.

Things could have gone so differently for the two of you

and for Miss Divine as well.

Now there'll barely be a footnote in tomorrow's obituaries.

- Ingram?

- We'll let him out later, he could use the time out.

- What?

- Hey mama!

We won't hurt you,

we're here to help.

- A little help please?

- Holy shit, that was intense.

- Oh, good job, Dais!

Looks like you're back.

- Thank you.

- It's kind of cute.

- None of this is their fault,

but we still can't let them

run freely in a populated area.

Daisy, you wanna do the honors?

- Actually Chari would you?

- Okay.

- So I just...

- Aim, and press.

Oh shit, we left him in there!

- And nothing of value was lost.

- Good job, Dais.

Not bad, Ms. Divine.

Not bad at all.

- Must have been a bad card reading earlier.

- So a wild cryptozoological animal,

think we need shots?

- Always.

- You just keep a mini bar in your coat?

- For stakeouts, mostly.

To Hank.

To Hank. - To Hank.

- Wherever he is.