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From now on, we have to assume that whatever Claude sees

and hears, it sees and hears.

You asked me where my people are buried around here.

The old Bear Cave. It's been sealed since 1947.

He's in there. We found him.

We're gonna be back in a couple of hours.

It's not right. Not telling them that that thing's out there.

What if it doesn't cotton to being contained?

Then we kill it before it can kill us.

What if it can't be killed?

Do you know what you just did?

I know what I just did.

I gave you the heads up of your life.

He's in my head, Seale.

So, you just told that thing

that all of those people are coming for it.

♪

♪

There you go!

- Jesus Christ! - Fuck!

We gotta get outta here.

And go where? - I don't know. Just to get the fuck outta here.

Who's the shooter?

Jack! We can talk about this!

Motherf...!

No, no, no. Come on, come on!

- Ah! Goddammit! - Take this! Take this!

Motherfucker!

Is that fucking Howie?

Uh-oh!

Oh, yeah, get in there.

- Jesus Christ! - Keep going! Keep going!

- Is that Pelley? - Go! Go! Just go!

- Go! - Get the fuck out!

- Move! - Jesus Christ!

Oh, my god!

Hey, Seale, what the hell you doin', man?

Motherfucker!

Oh, no! Get off!

- Go! Go, go! - Go now! Go now!

Seale! Seale, whatcha doin', man?

Get back here!

Hey Seale, get back here!

I got you.

Yeah!

Shit!

Fucker!

I see you!

Oh shit!

Fucker! Get up! Get up! Up, up...

Get up, up, up, up. We don't have... Go! Go!

Oh, shit.

Fuck!

Let's get the fuck outta here!

Oh shit! Seale!

Claude! Don't go out! Damn it! Don't!

Seale!

Fuck!

Motherfucker!

Oh, God, man.

They got him good, man. Oh shit!

Fuck! Oh! Oh shit!

Oh, man.

Fucking hurts to be shot, man. Fucking hurts.

Yeah. With the slugs he's using,

you're lucky you didn't get your arm taken off.

- Hurts to get shot. - You know what...

If we could just get some fucking bars!

Don't even think about it.

Hey, when the GIs were getting chewed up

on the beaches on D-Day, you know what they're told?

Um... Uh... Ad... Advance or die.

- Or something like that. - That's fucking right.

Can you fire lefty?

Yeah, that's about all I can do.

- Take this! Take this! - No! No! No, no, no!

Andy!

What the hell is he doing?

I don't fucking kn... I think he's going to get reception.

Ah, Jesus, man. Why couldn't you stay where you are?

Son of a...

Jesus!

Fuck!

Go, Andy! Go!

- One... two... boom! - Fuck!

Just go!

Shit!

Go!

Go! Go, Andy!

Go, go, go!

What happened?

Andy! No!

No, no!

No! No, no, no! Holly, no! No, go back!

- I'll get him. I'll get him. Go! - No!

Go back!

Yeah!

Mother nature!

Ah!

Holly!

Holly!

Holly! Holly, get back here!

Fuck!

What the fuck is she doing?

Holly, get back here!

Holly!

Get back here!

Damn you to hell!

Oh, he definitely will.

Ow!

Fuck!

Fuck you!

No more.

Come at me, motherfucker.

Holly!

Fuck.

Come on, come on.

Jack's done.

Tell Sablo to save his ammunition,

and tell him to stop shooting. It's...

It's splitting my head in two.

It's time.

♪

You're gonna be all right out here by yourself?

I'll be fine. You be careful.

♪

Ralph!

Put it down, Jack.

Jack, just put it down, man.

It's in there.

Kill it.

No!

Watch out.

You okay?

Yeah... Yeah, yes.

Uh, better be careful.

Look.

He can be killed.

- How's that? - He's scared of falling.

Like us.

He's feeding.

Breadcrumbs from hell.

Stop.

He was in a frenzy.

- Holly. - Hmm?

Look.

This is where it happened.

They're all in there.

Must have been going crazy trying to get to them.

♪

- Holly. - Hmm?

See it?

The light?

Watch your step coming in.

It's very slippery.

Stay close to the walls in case you need to grab onto something.

You haven't come all this way just to turn back now, have you?

Well, howdy there, sheriff.

And you must be the lovely Miss Holly.

Claude doesn't know your last name,

but he thinks about you all the time.

It's Gibney.

Holly Gibney.

It's you I have to thank

for this situation I find myself in, ain't it?

I wanna know what made it so easy for you

to believe in me,

and how on earth did she manage

to convince a cowpoke like you, sheriff.

What are you?

- What is your name? - Oh... you know.

Where did you come from?

- I don't remember. - What is your nature?

We're not very good answering each other's questions, are we?

- Are there more of you? - Why?

Have you seen someone like me before?

Are there others?

'Cause there have been times when I...

- sense there could be more... - Shut up.

You really gon' pull that trigger, sheriff?

Well, you go ahead and do it...

if you don't mind dying.

Will the real Claude Bolton please stand up?

- You see? - Step back!

Stop yelling.

They're here, you know. The dead.

The rescuers that couldn't even rescue themselves.

But... you couldn't get to them, could you?

Well, it don't matter. I still feel their presence.

Especially the four Boltons. They give off such a glow.

Glow?

They're the blood that I'm becoming.

It feels like...

like I'm being entered.

And what enters me, fills me.

You have no idea what it feels like to have

all of that emotion inside of me.

Why children?

Stop asking him questions!

I eat to survive, just like you.

- Shut up. - Why children?

'Cause they taste the sweetest.

- Motherfucker! - Stop!

He's poison.

I can't let you leave.

You know that, right?

No.

We're the ones who can't let you leave.

Jack left one of us out there.

He knows we're in here and he knows what you are.

He'll send more.

I see.

But I need to eat.

Claude.

Put the gun down.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot. If you shoot, the whole chamber will fall on our heads.

Hey, Claude.

Just take your finger off the trigger, okay?

Claude, just...

Just look at us.

Just look at us.

That's it.

Now... Now put the gun down.

Oh, my God.

It's collapsing.

Move! Now! Now! Holly!

Claude!

Holly!

Cover your head! Tuck your head!

Hey.

Over here.

Sh...

- I can't move. - Hold on... Oh, shit.

Okay. Um...

Ready?

- Three, two, one. Yeah. - Okay.

You got it?

Oh, man.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'll live.

Told you not to shoot.

Okay. We'll be back in a moment, okay? Hold tight.

All right.

Ah, fuck.

Hmm.

Do you have some kind of knife?

Good.

- Yeah, Holly. Leave it. Leave it. Leave it.

If we were ever to claim that this thing

killed Frankie Peterson, they'll write us off as loons.

Terry's name will never be cleared.

Who's Terry?

Did I kill him?

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay, buddy.

- We do this on three, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

- Okay. Three, two, one. - Two, one.

- Ooh-ooh-ooh. - Ah, shit.

- Watch your head. - All right.

Yep.

Ah, man.

♪

What's wrong?

- Nothing, I'll catch up. - Okay.

Now look at you playing possum.

How I know?

What's left of your heart.

Whatever it's called, it's still pumpin'.

Otherwise, you got nothin' comin' out.

Sawdust.

I didn't know whether or not you could be killed.

I thought you could be like anyone else, but...

I'm not so sure anymore.

I know that, uh, this knife's certainly...

isn't doing the trick. Here's how I see it.

You're weak. You're getting weaker.

You can't run.

You can't hide.

You can't hunt,

which means you can't feed and fill yourself.

There's nothing stopping me from just walking outta here right now,

come back with a bus load of tourists and just watch them

fucking push each other out of the way,

desperate, trying to get the best angle

of what's left of your fucking face.

And then comes the ever curious scientific community.

They're gonna be real interested in you.

Poking, probing, injecting, extracting.

They'll cut little pieces of you off,

take it back to the lab,

Just keep fucking carving you and carving you and carving you

until...

Yeah, you wouldn't want that, would ya?

♪

And it would serve our purposes much better...

if no one ever knew that you ever existed.

So...

you gotta go.

♪

♪

♪

He, uh...

He came here to be with me.

That was the only reason.

Holly, the locals could appear at any stage.

We need to talk pretty fast.

Get our story straight.

Lieutenant Sablo from GBI.

- Hayes. - Hayes, it's Sablo.

We're down here in Cecil, Tennessee.

There was a shootout in the parking lot.

The gift shop, Alec Pelley's dead.

Howie Saloman is dead. Jack Hoskins is dead.

They're dead?

The shooter was a cop. One of your own.

But he didn't act alone.

In fact, he was compelled to kill by someone else.

Like... he had an accomplice?

No, I'm saying Hoskins was the accomplice.

The alpha who I believe killed Frankie Peterson

is still out there. He attempted to grab another boy

down here two nights ago. He got away,

but we got him on video, so I'm gonna send you the link.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold on, just, uh...

It's nobody's fault, okay?

But I believe certain decisions coming out of your office

need to be revisited. Wouldn't you agree?

So, Seale Bolton receives a phone call

from an unknown individual who says he works with me.

This individual claims to have knowledge of the whereabouts

of a more likely suspect in the Frankie Peterson murder.

You wanna tell me what happened, Claude?

I already told you. - Well, I'd like to hear it again.

Detective Sablo and Anderson,

they came to interview me when the Cherokee County DA

was considering reopening the Frank Peterson homicide.

Why you?

Because I identified the man they arrested for it,

Terry Maitland, when he walked into the Peach Crease, covered in blood.

But the more you thought about it...

Well, the more I thought about it,

the more I... I realized I made a mistake. It wasn't him.

It was just someone who looked a little like him. That's all.

Witnesses from the Peterson homicide.

I need the transcripts from the interviews.

This caller, did he specifically tell you where to find him?

Yeah, the abandoned souvenir shop on the side

of that hill, so we went to investigate.

- You went there? - Yeah. My assumption is that

he's there to take out Claude Bolton,

who he perceives as a threat.

Him being Jack Hoskins.

The detective from your squad who's been in the wind

for kidnapping, attempted murder.

The same.

Yeah, so, I, uh... interpreted the phone call

as being made to set up an ambush.

Frankly, I thought the whole thing

was gonna turn out to be bullshit.

Was wrong.

How long they gonna keep my brother's body for?

Hopefully not for too long.

Well, how long is not too long?

Claude, tell me about the phone call.

March 3rd through the 7th,

Maitland's last visit to see his father, um...

On my investigation, I encountered Mr. Katcavage,

uh... former Dayton PD detective who had worked dozens

of homicides over the years. I found him...

I found him, uh, highly competent,

so I recommended that my employer...

hire him as part of the team.

♪

♪ If you stop ♪

♪ To catch your breath ♪

Hey, darlin', it's me.

So if we're gonna pull this off, Jeannie,

there's something I need you to do.

♪ ...At your heels ♪

♪ You may find That loneliness ♪

♪ Is indeed ♪

♪ Your oldest friend ♪

Thank you. Thank you.

Whether you accept or reject the reality of that thing,

it's not important right now. What is important...

is that when they ask you,

and they will definitely ask you

about that meeting with Holly Gibney,

please don't mention anything about shape shifters

or El Cucos or anything that might sound supernatural.

Okay?

Otherwise...

I can do that.

♪

♪ You may awake ♪

♪ In the night ♪

♪ And wonder who you are ♪

♪ If you don't turn on The light ♪

♪ You may remain a lost star ♪

♪

What I've come to tell you today, Mrs. Maitland...

is that there have been certain developments

in the Frankie Peterson homicide case.

Some new avenues of inquiry have opened.

We're reopening the case.

What about your slam dunk forensics?

Well, we reexamined the perp DNA

we got from the crime scene and discovered that

what we actually had was a mixture of samples,

perp and the victim,

which makes it unreliable in court.

Girls, I need you to go upstairs, please.

On Monday, I'm holding a press conference

to announce the reopening of the investigation...

and to officially go on record regarding the dropping

of charges against Terry Maitland.

Your family has suffered enough,

and I just want to do whatever I...

Because of your pending lawsuits against me and my office...

I have to refrain from telling you

what is in my heart.

I completely understand.

Was he mean to you?

No, my love, he wasn't mean to me.

Flying or driving?

Driving.

About ten hours, right? Chicago?

- Yeah. - Ten hours?

I have a couple of stops I have to make along the way.

You know, I wouldn't mind teaming up again,

the opportunity ever arose.

I mean, preferably on something simple

like a gangland triple homicide. Something like that.

When I was in the caves,

El Cuco asked me, uh, why I was so open

to believing in its existence.

My father was ex-military and when I was little,

he would say, "A man knows a man."

Well, if I had the time to think in that cave

and the inclination to answer that thing,

I would have said...

"An outsider knows an outsider."

Holly. What else is out there?

I never told you but... I saw Derek.

He... spoke to me.

- What did he say? - Well, it...

It wasn't Derek, so...

Ralph... Tell me what he said. Just humor me.

He said that I need to let him go.

Let him go?

Well, fat chance of that.

I don't know.

I like to think the way this whole experience...

cracked the world open.

Maybe the next time he appears,

maybe it's gonna be the real Derek.

Or maybe after a few years pass,

many more years,

we'll just go visit him.

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"Get Out and Get It". That's Devon Gilfillian.

Before that, Janis Joplin with "Get It While You Can",

and a song of the same name by Robert Finley

right before that on the show.

Now, here's an obscure little gem

for all your audiophiles out there.

This is a Dixieland revival romp,

peaking at number two on the Billboard Hot 100, 1963,

and it's one of my personal favorites.

Here it is.

♪ ♪

He has my brother! Someone!

You know, there's a universal dread

of what comes in the night.

This being has existed through time

in different cultures under different names,

under different guises.

They all seem to center around some kind of a boogie man.

Some kind of a creature from outside.

That is El Cuco, the outsider.

One of the... the characteristics of this creature is that

he also feeds off grief and chaos.

We know that he will go near the biggest point of grief

in his target's life.

And we know by this point that his target is Claude.

El Cuco likes to hold up near his victims' families.

If the Bolton's have people buried there,

we should check it out.

They're looking for graveyards,

and they're looking for cemeteries.

They're looking to find out where the Boltons were buried.

Meanwhile, you have this sequence set in the 1940s.

That whole cave flashback

was beautifully done by Dennis Lehane.

Boys?

Why that story is in there

becomes one of the big questions of the episode.

George, daddy's coming!

That's the biggest graveyard in the Bolton family.

They didn't die of, like,

being, you know, pummeled by boulders.

They died of starvation, and it was an awful thing.

He's in there?

That's the good news and the bad news.

Y'all are thinking, "Yeah, we got this thing now.

It's in the cave waiting." But maybe it's waiting for you.

The time for philosophical discussions,

the time for... For Hamlet is over.

I wanted nine to literally just reach out

and grab the viewer by the throat and hold them.

As our folks have, sort of, descended upon the exterior

of the cave to go confront El Cuco, Jack Hoskins is up

in a perch above the cave. He's been sent there

by El Cuco to, sort of, take out our people.

We spend about a good ten...

twelve minutes in a massive shootout.

Yeah!

And at the end, Jack Hoskins becomes a mass murderer.

It was a... an emotional scene.

I mean, Andy gets killed...

and Holly has to confront that grief and what happens.

It's a... It's a huge moment for her

because of the... the size of the loss that she suffers.

She ends up losing a lot.

You have to watch her, sort of, figure out how to deal

- with that... - Andy. No, no!

Whilst realizing that the reason she's feeling

that way is because she was in love.

That is heartbreaking, really.

I've never shot anything like that.

There're fire going over here, and there's...

- Holly! - Everyone's senses

are on high alert. I think we got something great.

It's time.

When we finally confront the creature,

unlike a lot of Stephen King characters, he doesn't explode

into something, you know, phantasmagorical,

but in fact, is conversational.

Watch your step coming in.

In the cave, he's speaking to them.

Cuco was filled with confidence, arrogance...

It's very slippery. Stay close to the walls

in case you need to grab on to something.

She sees that the person is fearing falling,

something can happen when they fall

which means he can die. He can be killed.

And you must be the lovely Ms. Holly.

Claude doesn't know your last name,

but he thinks about you all the time.

It's Gibney.

He wonders how Holly so easily believed in him.

El Cuco seems to recognize that Holly has been a believer

all along. It seems to be that he knows her a little more

- than... than others. - What is your name?

You know.

Where did you come from?

- I don't remember. - What is your nature?

We're not very good at answering

each other's questions, are we?

He just... He doesn't know anything about

who he is really. "Am I... Am I part of a race?"

"Or am I a sole...

A singular, malevolent aberration?"

The real MacGuffin there, to use a Hitchcock term,

was the idea that, um... Ralph has his gun,

but he can't shoot this thing, because the echoes

will bring down the cave. It's very...

In very fragile shape.

Will the real Claude Bolton please stand up?

It's a strange... thing that happens

when you're underground for a really long time.

Because it's cold, it's wet, it's damp.

Um... There's not very much light.

You can't really see very much.

This amazing ability that very few shows get to do,

to go into a cave and shoot for a week.

And really shoot a cave for a cave.

You know, it wasn't built on stage.

It was all done practically.

I eat to survive just like you.

Shut up.

He's got an opportunity to say here's this, uh,

internal mandate. But at the end of the day,

- you're food. - Why children?

'Cause they taste the sweetest.

Do you ever feel remorse for the egg

that you've just eaten? Well... you're an egg to me.

He's been in isolation, basically, his entire life.

So, it was about this, sort of, lonely being finally being able

to explain himself.

Paddy Considine was a really important, um, choice.

His ability, as an actor, to believably play

a cold, calculating monster on one side,

and a meek, sort of down-and-out,

kind of petty criminal on the other side.

You needed an actor that could do both of those things.

Ralph sees, uh, his dead son, standing sentry, basically,

at his exit to the cave.

Ralph is not so convinced, and he tells them to go on.

'Cause he's assuming the creature is still alive.

Well, it's like that, when two genuine

nemesis forces, or... get a chance to interact

with each other.

I didn't know whether or not

you could be killed.

I thought you could be, like anyone else, but...

I'm not so sure anymore.

This time I said, "We don't know about that entity."

Sort of El Cuco morphs, and we see the faces

of, sort of, all the people that El Cuco

has been previously.

It's basically like, almost like,

El Cuco, you know, is thumbing his nose at Ralph and going,

"You can kill me, but, like, you know, this is who I've been

and this is what I've done throughout my life.

And I'm gonna sort of show you my cards before it happens."

And Ralph kind of ends it right in the middle

of that transformation.

His world from now on, moving forward,

is different. And will always be different.

And that will inform his decisions

as he moves forward.

Just as Holly sees herself in Ralph,

he sees himself in her.

- Flying or driving? - Driving.

It's got a really, old-fashioned,

romantic quality to it, their pairing.

You know, I wouldn't mind

teaming up again.

If the opportunity ever arose.

They're a good team. They're a good team.

El Cuco asked me, uh, why I was so open

to believing in its existence.

If I had the time to think in the cave,

I would have said, "An outsider knows an outsider."

I love exploiting the universality

of this creature. My Baba Yaga is your Cuco.

So, the concept of this... This entity,

that everybody thought was a fantasy,

is real.

How does a person cope with the unbelievable?

To me it's a very resonant subject.

Because you can say, "Oh, all this is supernatural,

all this is make-believe. We have to take these in,

and say, "I can't believe this.

Uh, this doesn't make any sense to me, there's no reason for it.

And yet, there it is."

And that's it for the creature, or is it?

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