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There's all kinds
of rifle action here...

Here... And here.

Well, I will be way over
on the other side of the ridge,

Papa bear, so you don't have
to worry about my ass.

And let me just state for the
record, what an ass. Hello, beautiful.

Hi. Are you guys planning a raid
on some backwoods moonshiners?

Hell, no. Scored myself
a long weekend... Mm.

So I'm going bear hunting.

Ooh. Orange vests, rifles,
and beer coolers?

Sign me the hell up. They
ain't the way I hunt, babe.

listen, if you,
uh, kill Yogi and Boo Boo,

I am never talking
to you again.

You part of
this sunny expedition?

Shit, closest I get to a bear is
a rug in front of a fireplace.

My boy's forest playtime is
strictly a solo affair.

Oh, hang on one second.
You have been so busy at work

That we've barely seen
each other,

And now you're gonna spend
the weekend alone in the woods?

We could go away together.

oh, my god.
Is that too relationship-y

Just enough.
What do you have in mind?

I don't know. Why don't
you come over tonight

And we can put our heads
together

And come up with someplace nice to
go? You and I put our heads together,

We usually don't do
a lot of figuring.

Mm. Mmm.

I can never tell with those two
if they're on or off.

I put money on them
fighting again

In two weeks
and back to square one.

I pick the 14th for them
hittin' the skids.

Closest one t the date
wins 20 bucks.

In the event of a tie...

we go down
to the hour and the minute.

Deal, buddy.

♪

♪

aah!

life is hard when
you don't know who you are.

It's harder when you don't know
what you are.

My love carries
a death sentence.

I was lost for years,

Searching while hiding...

Only to find that I belonged
to a world hidden from humans.

I won't hide anymore.

I will live the life I choose.

♪

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The balamar spa looks nice.

Three words--
"green tea colonics."

That sounds so refreshing.

Okay. How about
the wobomack b and b?

Yeah. That one's run
by a couple of faeries.

Literally. I mean, like,
wings and everything,

Flittin' around, gettin' in
your business. Not relaxing.

And whom, pray tell,
did you go there with?

Actually, don't answer that.
Let's just--let's just pick one.

Well, then it's gotta be
the theme motel.

Look, they got a pirate room.

Arr! You've been alive for centuries,

And you're still
an 8-year-old boy.

Uh, okay, I'm really sorry
to interrupt rubber ducky time,

But we've got a client consult. Now?

Yes. It's a guy I know from my
once less-than-legit exploits,

So I kind of owe him.

So... Thank you!

Nice timing, Kenzi.

Anytime, baby.

great.

So what's up? Hi. Kenzi says
you're a p.I. Or some shit?

Yeah, I solve problems.

Rad, man, 'cause I got
a big problem.

My cousin Thumper-- he's gone
missing. Your cousin's a rabbit?

what? No.
It's, like, a street name.

You know, this one used
to be called "meow meow."

Anybody want a beer?
Meow meow?

Anyway, look, he's only been
in the country, like,

Three months now, and he's
an illegal.

Well, what makes you think
he's gone missing?

Cheers. We work together.

Monday, just like that, doesn't show up
for his ride home. Well, where's work?

Queensdale country club.
I got him a job there.

You know, he takes care of the grounds.
Yeah, Neville works in the kitchen.

Well, I'm assuming you
already asked around work.

Man, I practically took a 9-iron
to his boss's skull

Looking for answers. You know
what that son of a bitch says?

He says he left midway
through his shift.

Like, obviously
now he's got no work ethic,

'cause he's foreign. Right.
And you can't go to the cops.

I can't go to the cops unless
I want to get him deported.

Man, that...

that club, okay--

There's some weird-ass stuff
that goes on there.

We're listening.

Like, they go out of their way
to hire illegals.

They were the ones
that came to me asking me

If I had
any friends and relatives

That want to work under the table.
Yeah, 'cause illegals work for nothing.

No, because maybe
these rich people

Are selling them into slavery

Or maybe they're stealing
their organs or some shit.

Look, I'm sorry, okay.
I know this sounds crazy to you.

Don't worry. We have heard
much weirder. Trust me.

We're gonna find out
what happened to him, okay?

Cross my heart, man.
Cross my heart.

Thanks. That's
the old meow meow.

Are there any more tips
that you can give us?

Yeah, this gossip queen
at the club

Is this chick named Blake.

If anything ever goes down,

I bet she knows
where to start looking..

How do you guys plan
on getting close, anyway?

No way.

Okay, I would be the one going
undercover as kitchen staff.

You get to pretend to be
a member and live the good life.

Well, you guys are gonna
have a great time... Alone.

I'm on vacation, remember? Hey,
my cover will work so much better

If you come in
as my husband.

is that a
proposal?

Come on. You would be helping me
do a solid for a friend.

He's your pal. He's
not mine. Ow! Remind me.

What was that time where
you were wanted for murder,

And I totally covered your ass?
You totally saved his life, too, right?

You know, now that you mention
it, I think that you're right--

Without asking for
anything in return. Uh-huh.

come on.
You are gonna look so sweet

In a polo shirt
and a pair of chinos.

Ha ha.

I supervise construction
on every inch of this heaven.

Let's come into my office.

Harvard... Oxford...

Sailed
in the governor's cup.

This is great stuff.

Now do you ever find
you have problems keeping up

With your wife's employment?
Please.

oh, no. The bank
is generous with transfers

When you're top tier.

And how long have you been
with U.N., Mrs. Thornwood?

Oh, um, three years--

One in Germany
and two in Belgium.

Working in human rights is
so rewarding. Mm. Sure, sure.

And I bet you rub shoulders with
some heavy hitters.

Those U.N. Parties must be
something.

Well, Dyson finds them
quite tedious,

So I'm always looking for
a more enthusiastic plus one.

Well, I don't think
we're gonna have any problem

Green-lighting this application.

You should hear from us
in about a month.

Actually, Mitch, we were rather
hoping to join the club, uh...

As soon as possible.

Would today work?

That would make me very happy.

One probationary membership
coming right up.

Uh, two.

Two probationary memberships
coming up.

you are such a peach.

I could just eat you right up.

If youanant,

I can give you
a personal orientation tour.

Oh, no. We don't want to take
you away from your busy work.

But, um, there is one member
we've heard so much about--

Blake something...

Blake jorgenson. Yeah.

she's a bit of a...

she's always
on the tennis court,

If you're looking for her.

Okay. Great. We'll find her.

And, um, Mitch,
we will see you later.

long way from venezuela.

sÃ, sÃ.

I am working my way
around the continent,

Kitchen to kitchen. Mitch says
you plan on sticking around

For a few months?

At least.

Though I hear
you have a high turnover...

especially when it comes

To people without visas.

don't screw up.

No one will call immigration. I
promise. What about the members?

Any horror stories I should
know about?

no.

they're all nouveau riche.

Most have what they have
because of connections and luck.

It's not because they're endowed
with talent or brains.

Stay on their good side,

But don't let them intimidate you. SÃ..

Hey.

And no snacking on the job.
That's a fireable offense.

SÃ, señora.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Nice backhand.

Perfected it
on my ex-husband.

I'm Bo thornwood.
This is my husband Dyson.

Fresh blood?

Yeah. We, uh, just joined.
Been out of the country.

We've been traveling so much,
I'm a little rusty.

A good stiff one usually
loosens me right up.

Excuse me?
Drink.Titiff drink.

I'm Blake.

Yeah, I know.

I, um, I would love

To get the scoop on this place
from a real insider.

Do you, um,
do you have lunch plans?

Well,
aren't you two adorable?

Let's go.

here's the truth.

This place is nothing

But a bunch
of ass-kissing wannabes.

Most of 'em are peasants
in gucci.

I'm not sure they even play fair
to get what they have.

You're very good at that,
señora.

Thank you, señor.

Are we talking
dodgy accounting or...

Mitch and Chloe have

This rather exclusive clique.

And Chloe is...

His wife.
The bitch of the ball.

Look at her--

Cheap teeth... Cheap tan...

Cheap tits.

It beats me what they get up to
behind closed doors,

But they've all made
each other obscenely rich.

And which closed doors
would those be?

Every month
their little group has

An after-hours invite-only
scotch tasting.

There's one tonight,
in fact.

Probably to plot
world domination.

Well, sounds pretty juicy.
I'd love a peek.

ay! Oh, señora.

Are you kidding me?!
I am so sorry.

What is your name?

oh. Uh...
Uh, I'm sorry.

remind me to tip that one.

a complaint's
already been logged against you.

That's one strike, kid.

Oh. Uh, I sorry, jefe.
It won't happen again.

No. It better not.

Every strike goes
in the file.

There's a file?
Mitch keeps it--

Every screwup
by every staff member.

Neville,
get the soup base started.

I'm gonna go pick
some fresh squash

From the garden.

Yes, chef.

you watch yourself, Kenzi,

Or you'll be out
before you know it.

My boy Thumper had himself two
strikes before he disappeared.

The manager's wife
was itching to fire him.

Blake, honey.

oh, lord.

You submitted
your nomination papers

For the board election? I
did. Was there some problem?

No, no. I just wanted
to have an informal chat,

Board chair to nominee,

Make sure
we're on the same page.

Why? Well, if I like your platform,

I can give you the benefit of my
sway. Your reign's ending, Chloe.

But when I get my seat
on the board,

You're gonna see
a lot more dividends

Come my way.

That's what I was afraid of.

Hmm.

Fore!
uhh!

I think we made a mistake
with your membership, Blake.

You're not
queensdale material

After all.

She's all yours.

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

You're in real trouble,
missy,

And there may be nothing
anybody can do to help you.

uh, excuse me.

I have to go meet somebody
about something.

Mmm.

You are really good

At this undercover stuff.

Who knew you could be
so duplicitous, huh?

I've got my secrets.

Oh, yeah? Well, you can't
keep any secrets from me.

that's just
one of the things that I love about you.

Off till my late shift.

oh, god.
Public transit sucks tail.

SenoRita...

the servants'
entrance is in the rear.

Yeah, bite my rear, dog
breath, okay?

I just had to stand on
the subway for 45 minutes

While a woman
clipped her nails in my face

And a guy was poking what I can
only hope to be a baguette

Into my back, okay?

And my feet
really, really hurt,

So somebody please give me
a foot massage, stat.

Well, what did you find out?

Ohh. Um, that the club does
employ tons of illegals,

And a bunch of them have
gone missing, and...

Oh, my god. That's amazing.

Oh, my god. I can almost forget
how mad I am at you guys.

Know any fae that prey
on foreign employees?

Nothing points
to this being fae.

Oh, come on.

Somebody at that place is
disappearing immigrant workers.

Oh, and I think
you should know, um,

Our client's cousin was on
the manager's wife's hit list.

Apparently he was
a real slack-ass, so...

Look, that is not a reason
to kill someone.

For all we know, these people
are just working elsewhere.

My gut says otherwise,
and come on. So does yours.

Okay. I'll get Hale to do
a background check

On the members.
Maybe it'll raise a flag.

And I say we crash
that scotch tasting tonight,

See if we can infiltrate
their inner circle.

You think
you can get us in?

Watch me.

Ah, well, looky.

Everyone getting
all glamorous

For a night out.

Yeah, well,
some of us are having

Less glamorous nights
than others,

So thanks, guys.

What'd you find?

Spent all afternoon digging
into club members' finances.

You know,
it still creeps me out

That the fae can access
everyone's bank accounts.

Really? 'cause it kinda creeps
me out that they consider humans

To be one of
the four basic food groups.

Oh, yeah, and in case anybody's
wondering, I'm pretty sure

The creepy groundskeeper is
sizing me up to fit in a bun.

he must've just
been looking for a snack.

Anyway, only, uh,
strange thing I turned up is

Plenty of
the country club members

Had significant bumps
in their bank accounts

Shortly
after joining the club.

Maybe it's
a kickback scheme...

Or payoffs or bribes.
Who knows?

Maybe Thumper got iced out
'cause he found something out.

well, that'll be
our plan of attack tonight.

we'll hit
these people up for information

And figure out exactly how
they got their sudden wealth.

While we do that-- I will let
myself into herr direktor's office

And see if I can find anything
incriminating. And I'll have your back.

yeah. Can I have a gun?

Nope.
Grenades?

Nope.
A magic sword? Come on.

what, are you
modeling for j.Crew now?

Uh, what do you want,
Saskia?

Oh, I don't know,
a 24/7 international orgy,

But I'll settle
for a night on the town

With my fellow sex fiend.
Uh, that's a "no" from me.

Oh, come on. Be a sport.

Look, I don't like
how we left things.

I think
we need a fresh start,

And there's a certain
debauched rock band in town.

I'm talking sex, drugs,
and rock 'n' roll

At a level so high you need
n.A.S.A. Training. I have plans.

with the ken doll?

You're not serious?
What if it is serious?

oh, honey.
Are you going around with him?

Is he your steady?

'cause that would make you the lamest
succubus in history. Good night, Saskia.

You don't know
what you're missing.

it's chilly outside.
Don't forget your sweater.

Who was that?

It's, uh, it's an old client.

Someone I couldn't help.

Mm.

What do you say we have james
bring the car around?

Indeed.

Okay. Let's go.

We don't usually let newcomers
join our little soiree.

and we're
so grateful, aren't we, babe?

Oh, we are so grateful. See, we
really believe in community, Mitch,

And we can tell
that you and your gang

Are exactly our kind
of people.

Oh, everyone will find you
quite simpatico.

now there is one thing.

This isn't
your standard scotch tasting.

♪

Ha!

Welcome to scotch night.

Hey, newbies! Come on in.

Water's perfect.

♪

so you're, uh,

You're a little too good at that,
short stuff. It's a vocation.

And call me short one more time,
and I'm gonna cut you.

Whoo. Temper's, uh, short.

I'd say you're a
little touchy tonight.

Yeah, well, if you were already
on these rich freaks' hit list,

You would be touchy, too, so
take a look at the damn files,

And I'm gonna boot up
this bad boy.

Little, uh, spicy.
Uh-huh.

Well, let the long night
of research begin.

Welcome to half my job.

I know, right?
Same old story.

You and me do
all the grunt work,

While Bo and Dyson get
all the damn glory.

Let's hope tonight
they're suffering.

So... This is nice.

Yes, it's delightful.
So much better than hunting.

You hunt? That's so primal.

Oh, you have no idea.

So, uh, Blake--
she's not part

Of these little soirees
of yours?

She seems pretty a-list
to me.

Ah, Blake is
a valued member,

But she's not really
a team player.

Oh! Midnight snack.
What's on the menu?

Grilled flatbread
with tomato and chives

And mixed vegetables
with a squash tapenade.

Oh, amy's food is to die for,

And it's all fresh
from our own garden.

My darling...
Mm.

I would say
that Mitch is hiding something.

I would say
he's not hiding enough.

Ohh.

Hi.

Ahh.

there's nothing
in the damn computer.

You know, all these stories
are about member success,

And they're dated after
each member joined the club.

What kind of success?

Uh, job promotions,

Business expansion,

Real estate deals,

Not to mention
all their appearances

In the society pages.

Man. Belonging to this club
means you have arrived.

Maybe it's
a secret society.

Like, they're all pulling
strings for each other.

What do you have
in the employee files?

Well, it's really stupid,

But Mitch left files
on all the illegal workers.

Which you would figure is
not the smartest thing,

From, uh, a law enforcement
point of view.

Mm-hmm. Oh, my god.
Huh.

Look at this. Strikes...
For screwing up on the job!

Look at this. I already have
two strikes. What the hell?

You should be more worried
about that picture. Ah.

Oh, wow. Looks like, uh, yeah,
the most anyone has is three.

oh, my god. Get down.

it's
the creepy damn groundskeeper!

He already told me
I was in trouble,

And he said
that nobody could help me.

shh. All right.
Relax, little mama.

do not call me little!

okay. All right.
Calm down and stop shaking.

I can't. I'm scared.
Have you seen the guy?

God, he's so creepy.

Okay. All right. Come
closer then.

Stay close.
Okay.

God.
closer.

No, get closer.

Hey. This is not
a sexy undercover moment!

God!

no, ma'am. We are--we
are all business. Get your damn files.

I really hope Bo and Dyson

Are getting something useful
on their end.

Positive energy--

You put it
into the world,

And it comes back to you
tenfold.

That's why I love
this place.

You can taste the energy
flowing between all of us.

Isn't that right, dear?

Mm.

Tastes like success.

And don't worry.
Don't worry.

We are very, very discreet.

We, um, we didn't realize.

Oh, I did.

That interview--

Coming on to me
with your hubby watching.

fantastic.

Showing up here tonight

Without an invitation...

Or a bathing suit.

we knew right away

You were our kind of couple.

Don't be shy. We're not.

Ahh. Mmm.

Unfortunately, I have
a, uh, an early morning.

Maybe another time.

Right.

Another time.

Okay, would you just
spit it out already?

What was your problem
tonight?

That's just not my scene,
okay?

So you're not a swinger, Dyson.
Big frickin' news flash.

So you blow a chance to get
more info on the case?

How do women wear these
frickin' shoes?

Well, I guess we're just gonna
have to find a less sleazy way

Of getting our information.
Hey!

You talk to me. I don't
want to share you, Bo.

What? I don't want anyone
else's hands on your body.

I don't want anyone's mouth
on yours.

And I know this is
the last thing you want

To hear right now. Why
wouldn't I want to hear that?

Because yorere
a succubus, Bo.

It's not in your nature to be monogamous.
I am fighting my nature for you,

And I am more than
just my species,

And I don't see you
out there running around

Howling at the moon
and chasing rabbits all day.

That's a good point.

I know.

Look, I've been rorough
more relationships than you,

And I know that lying
about who you are

And trying to change
the person that you care about

Never ends well.

I can be intense,

I can be territorial,

And god knows
I can be muleheaded.

But I'm also yours...

If you'll have me.

Dyson, you are an idiot.

You've been mine
for a very long time.

Well, you better be careful,
'cause wolves mate for life.

oh.
Well, you don't scare me,

And I am not making
any promises,

And I'm not asking for any
in return...

Except one.

What's that?

We keep talking like this.

We stay honest.

The only chance we have
of making this work

Is if there are
no secrets between us.

You promise?

No secrets. I promise.

And can I just say, wow?

That is the most amount of words
I have ever heard you say.

Ohh.

No more words.

no more words.

Nice threads.

Rules are rules.
No booze before 11:00.

I'm not here for a drink.

You look like
you could use one.

I'm done, Trick.

No more keeping secrets
from Bo.

Either you tell her
or I will... By tonight.

Tell her what?

Everything.

I can feel everybody checking me
out on the boinkability index.

Oh, relax. They only boink
other members.

Oh, that's great.
Well, then they'll kill me then.

Yeah, because the file says
that the workers had

Three strikes against them.

I have two, and I already racked
up another one this morning,

Because I was late. Kenzi,
nobody's going to kill you.

well, tell that
to Neville's cousin.

Well, that is something.
Thanks, mate.

Hale?

Yeah.

The, uh, next year's budget
came down for our department.

Good or bad?
We got a 10% bump.

Well, that's good, right?

It's weird.

And apparently they used me

As the poster boy
for the increase.

don't play humble.

You love it, Mr. Thornwood.
like I said, it's weird.

Well, maybe the prosperity
in this place is contagious.

maybe. coffee? More coffee?

so I asked around,

And, uh, that woman
named Blake--

Apparently, she never checked out
yesterday. Well, maybe she forgot.

Well, Rita in housekeeping claims
that she saw Mitch driving Blake's car.

Hale said something else.
You know that file you gave him?

Yeah. He checked the names,
and apparently the ones

With three strikes are the ones
that are disappearing.

Oh. That's fantastic.
That proves my point.

I am murder-fae bait,
and when they kill me,

I'm never talking to you
ever again.

What do you say
we take a walk around?

I think
that's a lovely idea.

ohh. Not me.

Not me.

oh, I'm done for.

You know...

This would not be
such a horrible life.

It's almost boring.

Boring, huh?

Mm.

Well, I look forward
to you boring me

For a long time to come.

Me, too.

What's that?

It's a lottery ticket.

It must've dropped
from somebody's pocket.

Oh, honey.

I think
I just won $25,000.

What's that thing

About the members becoming
suddenly successful?

Yeah, this is all getting
really creepy.

Hey.

don't do that!

I'm sorry. Forgive me?

Did you find anything?

No. Not even a scent.

You want to bet
Blake came out this way

And never came... Back?

Look at this.

It stinks out here.

oh, my god!

Ohh! gosh.

Ugh.

What do you want to make
a bet this is Blake?

It's human remains, all right.
The D.N.A. In your sample

Matches the hair strands
Kenzi got from Blake's locker

And also the sample you got
from the gardener's cousin.

Lovely.
I got more.

All sorts of D.N.A.
In that stew...

Including
trace amounts of fae.

As in,
a fae left some behind

While killing
a bunch of humans?

that'd be my guess.

Any I.D. On the fae?

Not in our database,
but I mean, come on,

How many fae volunteer
to donate D.N.A., right?

You know, this is getting
way too gross

To play it coy anymore.
What do you have in mind?

Well, I've always preferred
the direct approach.

I loved it.
She used to be a gymnast.

Hi, Mitch.

Yeah, excuse me.
I'm in the middle of something.

I'm gonna call you back.
You see? I told you he'd be mad.

I am so sorry we ran out
on you last night.

Yeah, well, just when
the fun was starting.

Well, she'd like to
make it up to you, Mitch.

Oh?

ohh.

We know that Blake is dead,
and we know that

You and your hot tub buddies
like to get rich for murder.

We just want to know
how it all works.

we're not the only ones

Who reap the benefits.

Every member gets something
out of it.

Everyone?
How?

I swear,
I don't even know.

Tell us.

I don't know how it works,

But I was handpicked
by the previous director

To take charge.

He entrusted me

With the secret.

What secret?

Oh, every member of the club
gets ahead in life,

In exchange for some of us

Performing sacrifices
on their behalf.

Human sacrifices?

Yes, human sacrifices.

Now come on. Don't stop.

Okay. Just--
how does it all work?

Ohh. You know, we get
our little group together,

You know, we pick a sacrifice,
like a member of the staff,

And we go out into the woods

And--and... Something feeds
on them.

What kind of something?

I don't know. Maybe plants.

All so you can have success?

And I don't know
how it works,

But every member reaps
the rewards.

And our victims,
their deaths--

They benefit the society.

I mean, these are
illegal immigrants.

They're not even supposed
to be here.

Oh. That sounds reasonable.

look, we only pick
the ones that are incompetent.

Nice management style.

Ohh.

Ugh.
Sounds like dark fae to me.

Well, if that's the case,
by fae law,

The only rule that's broken
is exposing itself to humans.

Meaning?
Meaning...

it's an infraction
for the dark to punish.

I can't intervene,
but I can...

make sure this piece
of garbage doesn't remember

The last five years
of his life.

Good times are over, Mitch,

And you won't even
remember them.

Okay.

So all I have to do is find and
defeat a mysterious fae?

Great.

Good luck.

So there's this fae, and it's
gonna eat me. Eat me!

Not if we can find it first.
Any help here, Trick?

Well, if you're dealing
with a forest-dwelling fae,

It could be
any number of species.

Huh. Well, we've got something that might
help with that. hey.

Leftovers.

Feeding by-product.

Hoping you might have an opinion
or two about it.

Have the club members been
on the receiving end

Of good fortune?

You're gonna say that's bad,
aren't you?

Oh. That's not good at all.

Because we're dealing
with an evil florist?

It's a land wight.
It's a nature fae

That lives in harmony
with a piece of land.

a fae hippie?

More of a shifter. It can become
completely indistinguishable

From the plants
that it takes care of.

Explains why Dyson couldn't
pick up a scent.

It flourishes
in an organic environment,

Which is its strength
but could also be its weakness.

But what does this have to do
with everybody's success?

Well, anything
that grows in this

Becomes incredibly tasty

And brings prosperity
to anyone who eats it.

So this wight likes
to eat people?

It secretes a digestive juice
onto its victim to soften it up

And then swallows
the resulting mass,

And then the product waste
becomes fertilizer

For the plants that live
on the wight's territory.

Wait a minute.

This fertilizer is
fae poop?

Circle of life.

Oh, god.

Yes! This time it wasn't me
who had to eat the gross thing.

why did I have to eat that
salad? Hey. You look sharp, okay?

Am still in danger.
You gotta kill this land wight

Before I am the one pushing up the
damn rutabagas. Okay. So, right,

So who is most likely to be
a land wight around here?

Somebody connected to
nature... Using fertilizer.

Creepy groundskeeper. Creepy
groundskeeper. Ohh. Okay. So, um...

Look cool. You get to the kitchen, okay?

Okay. Mm-hmm. And, uh, do
whatever you can to stop them

From serving any more food. I'll,
uh, I'll deal with him. You sure?

yeah.
okay. be careful.

Okay. Bye.
Okay.

you are so going down!

how about a case
of indigestion, girl? What?

And I'll be damn sure
to burn on my way out,

'cause you are not gonna eat me!

Hey. Aah! I am not, not eating you.
You are not, not eating me!

Huh?
Because... You're the land wight?

No. I'm the groundskeeper.
You work for the monster!

Okay. You've got this all wrong, buddy.
Yeah, sure.

You're part of that sick group
that feeds the rest of us

to whatever makes that garden grow.
How do you know about that?

I've been a groundskeeper
for over 30 years.

Nothing natural
grows like that,

Especially after people
started disappearing.

I mean, how do you think
everything grows so nice

When we're not allowed to use herbicides?

Look, I am here trying to
figure out what is happening

to those workers. I'm undercover.
You a cop?

I'm here to kill
that plant thing,

And if it's not you, who is it?

I've been trying to figure that
myself for months now.

Well, who else has
a vested interest in the garden?

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

Yo! Stop! Stop, stop, stop.
It's the garden, okay? Kenzi!

it's, like, an
attack of the mutant tomatoes

Or something.
Neville, give us a moment.

what are you doing?

do you trust me?
Okay, these are dangerous to the staff,

And do you know what the hell these
grew out of? I most certainly do.

this is not my day.

You get your slimy vines off
of her, or I will chop them off.

No human talks to me
like that and lives.

Who's human? Huh. So
what's your problem, sister?

Uh, you're drooling
all over my friend here,

And frankly, eating people
is so low-rent.

This is my land.
I cultivate it.

The creatures I allow to live
on my plants have great lives.

But I gotta eat, too.

why people?

Because you taste
so damn good.

If the humans didn't like
the deal,

They never should've developed
on my territory. Their choice.

Hey. Except the ones that
you ate never got to choose,

So this ends as of now.

what,
you think you can take me?

Try it.

Any bruise,
any nick, any cut--

It'll grow back
like it never happened.

Really?

Well, let's see how you like
the taste of herbicide.

yeah, villagers and pitchforks

Never made a good combo,
did they?

y-you're gonna
be a party to murder?

Actually, no, I'm not.

This is between
you and your prey.

Kitchen's all yours.

well, this must be the
weirdest thing you guys ever dealt with.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Definitely the, uh, the weirdest
thing we have ever seen.

But none of you can tell
anyone ever.

Yeah, who's gonna believe us
anyway?

what a frickin' nightmare.

I still don't understand
what went down, you know?

Yeah, well,

Some things are better off
as mysteries, you know?

What am I gonna tell
Thumper's parents back home?

What are they gonna live on?

They needed every last penny
he was sending back to them.

Well, it's, uh,

It's not much consolation,

But give them
the money from this.

You're not gonna...

Wait another minute to help
this poor man's family,

Are you?

No. I can't accept this.

Trust me.
Those winnings aren't mine.

take it.

Take it.

Thank you.

Thanks.

what's it saying?

Chatter
from the dark community--

Land wight was killed
by humans.

Nobody suspects
Bo's involvement.

So no one will come looking
for revenge. Awesome.

And as we speak, Mitch is
having his memory erased

By the, uh, "drunk" in
the holding cell next to him.

What about his buddies?

Well,
now that the wight's dead,

Their prosperity should take
a nosedive.

The faster they rise,
the more devastating the fall.

You better watch your own
fortunes then, Mr. Country club.

Well, lucky for me,
I barely touched the food.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, by the way, the paperwork--

It's all yours.
How is that for a start?

Thank you.

You talk to Bo?

It wasn't the right time.

For something like this,
there is never a right time.

Dyson, please.

Why, yes, I could use
the longest, hardest back rub.

Look, we gotta talk.
We're talking.

Not over the phone.
It's important.

What, are you still mad
about the polo shirt?

No. Look, I gotta go
to the cop shop

To put this thing to bed. Can I
come over after? Well, as I recall,

Your office gets pretty empty
this time of night.

Why don't I bring you
dinner?

You remember
how to let yourself in?

Desk sergeants are like
putty in my hands.

I'll see you in a bit.

Can I help you?

Actually,
I think I can help you.

I'm the one
you've been looking for.

Now do you know who I am?

Say my name, bitch!

ahh.

aah.

ahh. Say my name.

aife.

aah.

Oh.

This is embarrassing.

You weren't supposed
to see this.

hey. Come on.
Stay with me.

You are one hell
of a toxic friend, Saskia.

I was doing you a favor.
come on.

It's not like he put up
much of a fight. Try me.

Uhh!

A succubus letting a man
own her ass?

Not on my watch.

Come on, sweetie.
We'll be good for each other.

Aah!

You know, you're really
a hard friend to help.

hey. Come
on. Come on. Stay with me, Dyson.

Come on. Stay with me.

Come on.

I don't know how
to do this.

Come on.

come on.
Come on. Stay with me.

Come on.

Ohh.

Okay.

Bo.

It's okay. I'm here.
I'm here. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

oh, Bo, I'm so sorry.

no, it's okay.

you're okay.

you're okay.