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"It Was a Pleasure Sharing"
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[Man talking indistinctly]

[Woman] Shut up.
[Man] All right.

Seriously, who are you

and what have you done
with my girlfriend?

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!
This is so beautiful!

Hey, you're getting snow
all over the carpet.

- I thought you grew up around here.
- ♪ House party ♪

- Oh, my God. You gonna help me?
- ♪ House party ♪

- ♪ Party's over here, party's over here ♪
- You're not gonna help me.

Go find the water heater
or something.

- ♪ You're not invited ♪
- Make yourself useful.

- ♪ You're not invited ♪
- Jesus Christ.

Help me out. It's like I'm
dating a pinball machine.

- [Man] Honey, it's fine.
- [Bell dings]

- I'm sure she's fine.
- I'm just worried.

What if they're actually not
feeding her or something?

Isn't it like a chichi place?

Don't they send you
photos of the dogs

getting manicures
so you know they're okay?

I know, but Selena's a very...

It's two days.

It's literally two days, okay?

Chihuahua's not gonna
starve to death.

You need to chill, all right?

You're being very LA
right now.

Do not tell me to chill.

Okay.

- [Indistinct chatter]
- [Gasps]

I'm saying, hey, aren't you
seeing them this weekend?

We'll knock him out.
Dude's a faggot.

He's got nothing.

[Man 2] It was a cheap shot.

- Hey, you coming?
- Excuse me.

You guys, where are we going?
We're going to Porter's?

Excuse me.

[Woman] Please don't do this.

You mind keeping it down?

What's up?

We're eating.
You mind keeping it down?

- Yeah, and we're talking.
- [PJ] I noticed.

You're using some pretty
nasty slurs there, tough guy.

- PJ! PJ, please.
- What's up?

- You got a problem with me?
- No, I got a question.

Is it gonna be
a rude question?

[PJ] No, it's not.

Okay, what's your question?

You guys have the Internet
in this town?

You should try it out,
it's fantastic.

You could teach your moms
how to read.

[Man 2] Hey, stop.

Look, we're sorry.

You have a nice night,
all right?

[Door opens]

That was extremely,
extremely stupid of you.

It's just that word.
It's just that one word,

I wouldn't have said anything.

What if my brother was here?

- [Cutlery clatters]
- [Sighs]

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...

- [Woman] I know.
- [Sighs]

I know.

[PJ] Fucking unbelievable.

[Car approaching]

[Car door closes]

[Woman] "First knob
on your left."

"Can't miss it."

Clearly, I can miss it.

- [Cork pops]
- [Splashes]

Fuck!

[Exhales]

Will you go start the shower?

You're so hot.

- Will you whistle for me?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna close this.

Okay.

[Shower running]

[Metal creaks]

- [Chain rattling]
- [Footsteps thud]

- [Animal growls]
- [Metal clacks]

[Whimpers and exclaims]

[Chain rattling in distance]

Brianne?

[Dog barking in distance]

[Dogs barking in distance]

Brianne?

- [Door creaking]
- [Barking continues]

Brianne?

[Skids]

[Breathing heavily]

[Line ringing]

[Dispatcher on phone]
911, what's your emergency?

[Siren wailing]

Hi, I'm John.
I'm an alcoholic.

[Members] Hi, John.

I see a couple
of new faces here. Welcome.

I've been with the program now
for six years.

Sober for three.

[Man] We're no saints.

Yeah, that's right.
We're no saints.

I got drunk for the first
time, I was 15 years old

and I turned to the kid next
to me, I guess, and I said,

"This is what normal people
must feel like."

I'm not good with anger.

Backseat drivers.

My ex-wife, she, uh... Woof.

[Members chuckle]

[Chuckles] You met her.

She's the mother
of my daughter,

I can never say a cross word
against her,

but she can be
a real fucking piece of work.

Some nights I get so angry
even just thinking about it,

I get these crazy ideas about

renting a backhoe,

setting it up on her lawn,
putting it in drive

and just watching it crawl
through her house slowly.

Not to hurt anybody,
obviously, but just to have

somebody acknowledge
that I'm here.

Ronnie made oatmeal cookies.
So, everybody thank Ronnie.

Yeah, sure, dive in.

But I wouldn't be here if
it weren't for the 12 Steps.

And I'm living proof
that if you can just focus...

- [Footsteps thudding upstairs]
- [Phone ringing]

If you can just focus
and not let the monsters

inside of you come out...

If you can just concentrate
on the 12 Steps

and becoming a better person
every day...

[Sirens wailing]

- ...then you can...
- [Footsteps continue]

[Ben] What's the problem?

I'm sorry.

- [Cell phone buzzes]
- What's the problem?

I don't hear people.

We getting prints here?

[Chavez] Uh, yes, Sheriff.

- We've got hers and the boyfriend's.
- [Julia gasps]

But they're also collecting
them in the house right now.

It's a rental,
so there's hundreds.

Any neighbors?

[Chavez]
We got people knocking.

- I know this family over here.
- [Hadley] Oh.

Any signs of sexual abuse?

Could you have Officer Robson
fill you in on that, Sheriff?

We have a lot of work here.

You can answer that question.

I may look old
but I can handle it.

Any sign of sexual abuse?

Sheriff, that part
of the crime scene

is missing at the moment.

Do you mind speaking to
Officer Robson about that?

Oh. Uh...

We gotta shut down the road.

Yes, sir. We're working on it.

Uh... Help me get out of here.

Yeah. Hey, can we get a car
for Sheriff?

[Officer] Got it.

So what else we got here?
We notify the families?

We're still collecting here.

We got someone
to head to the 76

to pull tapes from the seats.

What happened
to the boyfriend?

Oh, we put him in a cruiser
back to the city.

Never heard somebody say
"Oh, my God" so many times.

[John] Gotta call Jenna.

- Why is that?
- What?

Why do you have to call
your daughter?

I didn't say that. Did I?

[Bo] Okay, I need
everybody's cooperation.

No, we're cooperating.
You're not cooperating, okay?

Can we have somebody else
talk to us?

You don't know
what you're talking about.

- [Bo] No, sir, I'm in charge.
- Handle that.

Yeah, you're doing
a fucking dynamite job.

Hey, your best man over here
isn't telling us shit.

He just took our phones away,
which is illegal.

What am I gonna have to do?

Rent this place out
as a haunted house?

My wife's
gonna fucking kill me.

Excuse me. They said
there was a chemical spill.

Are my dogs gonna be okay?

I'm sorry. They said what?

I did say
it was a chemical spill.

Ma'am, your dogs
are gonna be fine.

Will you two
keep me in on this?

Yeah. Never a dull moment.

Hell of a last quarter
for you, Sheriff.

God, I thought it was
a car accident.

You get this guy, bring him in
and get everybody on it.

I'm not sure we gotta...
You know what...

Yeah, thank you so much,
Sheriff.

We're gonna look into that.

[Hadley] Now we have only about
one homicide every two years.

This is an isolated incident.

We are making strides
to find suspects,

so no one in Snow Hollow
should be worried about this.

District Attorney's office

is gonna bring
these killers to justice.

All right, now let me hear
what you got. Read that back.

"Currently pursuing all leads,
isolated incident."

"The killers gonna be
brought to justice."

"Police making strides."

Yeah, that's good. Okay.
When are you gonna publish that?

Well, we're weekly.
So, I mean, tomorrow.

Good.

Hey, Sheriff, anything else
you can tell us?

I mean, some of your guys
are calling this a massacre.

Massacre? Wait a minute.
Who said that?

Not one of my guys.

No, I'm afraid we can't.
Sorry, boys.

We'll see you in the basement
on Sunday?

I don't know. Are you
gonna catch these guys?

Hundred percent.
You can take that to the bank.

I'll see you
in the basement, Ricky.

[Ricky scoffs]
Yeah, let's hope so.

- Wait, wait. Hey, Ricky.
- No, Sheriff.

What are all these
little comments?

- Why you doing this?
- Sheriff.

- I hear these things.
- Sheriff. Sheriff.

Sorry, Sheriff.
I got a nine-year-old.

Well, you're acting
like a nine-year-old.

This is a tragedy.

Now just publish your
damn story already and, uh,

have a nice day.

Shut the door.

[Hadley sighs]

Did they notice anything?
Did I seem together?

You did fine.

Oh, I feel like I've been
having a heart attack.

No, you did fine.
Wait, you said you feel like

you're having a heart attack
right now?

No, since about August.
Did I do all right?

I don't want them to think
I was, you know...

Dad, you did fine.

I take you're not gonna
slow me down.

Look at that photograph out
there all blown up. [Sighs]

Good guys locking up
the bad guys.

There's the old crowd.

Yeah, I remember
a bank robbery in 1979.

Got the head man on the phone.
He was so mad.

Got his daughter down here,
put her on the bullhorn.

He cried like a baby,
went to pieces.

They marched out single-file,
hands in the air.

That was 40 something
years ago. Went like that.

You're gonna have a hard time

getting my generation
off the stage.

Willie Nelson's
still doing concerts.

Yeah, I mean, to be fair, Dad,

Willie Nelson
is a guitar player

and he's not doing
a lot of heavy police work.

This is scary. It's new.
I never saw a body like that.

It's a murder.
It's nothing new.

Treat it like a murder.

You get the team together,
all right?

You get all the guys together.

You handle them,
I'll handle everything else.

Oh, my God.

What is this?

Eleven new emails
on this thing this morning.

Jesus Christ, this is worse
than my birthday.

[Pills rattling]

[Robson] So he was
being confrontational?

[Man] Yeah, I mean
they were renters.

We thought they were in town

for Mall Park and all
with the slopes opening,

but they just wanted
to be rude to people.

All right, but he was
being confrontational?

Yeah, I mean,
he got all pissed off

'cause I called my buddy
an asshole.

And then, you know,
he's trying to act all tough.

I mean, honestly,

I'm not surprised with this
happening here, you know,

'cause it's been stirring up
for a while now.

Wh-What did you
say back to him?

I didn't say shit. I said,
"Have a nice evening."

I mean, we had
some drinking to do.

We went on to Porter's

and then we walked home.

Yeah, and he's got receipts,
too. Show her your receipts.

- Yeah, I take pictures of 'em.
- You got receipts?

- Oh.
- Don't swipe left.

- Yeah.
- Uh-uh.

I'm sorry. Hold up.

Am I a suspect here?

Because, I mean, if you want
to show me a warrant,

then I'll show you everything
in my phone all you want,

but otherwise
we got work to do.

Are we good?

I didn't kill that girl.

Have a nice day.

Bitch.

[TV playing quietly]

[Gutierrez] Our guys
come out the woods,

grab her by the tub.

Move her from the deck
to the lawn.

And by that time,
she couldn't scream.

[John] Okay.

[Gutierrez] Which is consistent
with the blood spatter

on the siding there.

Now, they remove her,
uh, parts,

uh, bag 'em and exit on foot
'cause there's no tire prints.

Unless they parked
on the hill.

The footprints are canine.

No, it's not an animal.

You'd need a knife
or specialized claws,

you'd need thumbs for that,
and you don't have

a getaway driver
if you're a serial killer.

D.C. Sniper.

- Yeah, that was different.
- Still serial.

Yeah, that was different.

So the victim turns off
the hot water valve,

thinking it's for the hot tub.

Then she's attacked.
They remove her vagina.

The killer must have been
waiting along this fence.

He must've been watching.

My heart goes out
to the boyfriend.

It's like the ultimate
blue balls story, fellas.

[All chuckle]

It was a full moon last night.

How are we doing here, fellas?

Tonight, too.

Uh, just the check, Laura.

You guys are gonna
find this monster, right?

That's right.
Ain't got nothing

to worry about.
We'll find him.

You just tell your boss
to keep focusing

on making her interesting
dessert recipes.

[Woman] I can hear you
out there, Ray.

Asshole talking about
my cooking.

- [Footsteps receding]
- [Chavez grunts]

Why the hell did you
let me get married?

I told you not to.
We all told you.

Can't be married
and focus on your career.

Tell me about the neighbors

and the fight
at the restaurant.

Yeah, Julia said
the fight was innocent.

Most of the neighbors
are out for the winter.

Homeowner story checks out.

Letting us
take over the property.

They own that place on Maple

with all that
Japanese bullshit on the lawn.

What is that shit? You know
what I'm talking about?

It's a rock garden.

You never seen
a rock garden before?

[Chavez snickers]

No, my ears are still ringing
from his wife

fucking chewing me out.

Tell me about the victim.
She used to live out here?

Yeah, went to the elementary.

I'm meeting with
the administration tomorrow.

Okay. Start making calls.

Anybody that's seen
anything suspicious.

Like at the post office,
Porter's,

knife sharpeners, anything.

My money is on
this guy hunts elk.

Something he can field dress
in no time.

Don't bother Sheriff
about this.

We got ski season
to think about.

Everything goes through me,

then Sheriff, then town hall.
Got it?

No, we don't got anything.

Let state handle it.
The feds handle it.

All right? It's an animal.

I got drunk drivers
to deal with.

Are you serious?

This is what everybody's
talking about right now.

You want people to stop
talking shit about the police?

Do better police work.

We don't do this shit,
all right?

Somebody's gonna handle it.

Don't say "somebody."
That somebody is us.

When you say "somebody"
that means "nobody."

Look, it's a one-off.

It's an ex-boyfriend

trying to make it
look like a serial.

Maybe it is a wolf.

A wolf doesn't cut
a fucking internal organ out.

But why would he take
the parts out of her?

Make it look like a serial.

Why did he take
the parts off of her?

To eat 'em. I don't know.

Make a Fleshlight out of 'em.
I don't know.

This whole thing's
gonna be done in a week.

They're gonna incriminate
somebody through their texts,

or their Facebook messages.

It's the 21st century.

Don't... Don't start
with this shit, John.

All right?
Let the FBI find him.

Right?

[Bo] Right. [Sighs]

[Oldies music playing on speakers]

[Clicking]

[Exhales]

All right.

So just little side to side
like this,

you know, get loose with it.

And get used
to putting your weight

on your front foot too, right?

And just look
where you wanna go.

And just remember, dudes,
it's snow.

Worst that'll happen
is you'll fall on your butt.

[Boy] Yeah, and it hurts.

What's your name? Jordan?

Jordan, I used to suck.

In fact, at one point,
I sucked worse than you do.

And that's difficult.

[Students exclaiming]

All right, y'all ready?

Let's do this.

[Inaudible]

[Thud]

- Good night, Andrea.
- [Andrea] Night.

You going
to the Over All-Nighter?

No. Um...

I'm not.
I'm doing something else.

Josh has this cooker,
and I told him I would go by.

I thought we did this.

I thought
we were done with him.

I mean, me too, I get it.

I don't know
what you want me to say.

That you're not gonna hang out
with guys who treat you badly.

That'd be nice.

Yeah, how about next time
I let you choose

the one boy in town
who likes me?

[Woman grunts]

[Sighs]

[Distant howling]

[Van door slides, closes]

[Trash can clatters]

[Bottle clatters]

[Growling]

[Snarling]

- [Breathing heavily]
- [Footsteps thudding]

[Screams] No!

[Whimpers, shrieks]

Do not text me to tell me

that you might not be able
to make it to her orientation.

They say if you
don't catch the guy

within the first 48 hours,

you're never gonna catch him.

Okay, well, she's gonna be
a lot safer living with me

than she will be
with you in Upperville,

and that's for sure.
Hi, sweetie, how are you?

[Waitress]
Can I get you something?

- Hey, Dad.
- Yeah, coffee.

[Brittany] She's gonna
need help with her move.

So, are you gonna be
supportive or not?

Hi, Brittany.

Jenna, like I said
in that voicemail,

there's gonna be a lot
of late nights and overtime

because of the brutal murder

that happened in town.

And I gotta catch the guy,
and I didn't wanna set up

expectations
that I can't keep.

Oh, no. Our expectations
of you are very low.

She is 17 and starting college
with a gymnastics scholarship.

It is a big deal.

I need to make sure
you're gonna be there.

Yes.

Brittany,
I'm gonna be there, okay?

How much coffee
have you had today?

Can we not do this
at Bonanza's?

Jesus Christ, I'd have
a nicer time at Abu Ghraib.

Thank you so much.

Help me!

- [Snarls]
- [Shrieks]

- [Screaming]
- [Snarling]

- [Growling]
- [Screaming]

[Flesh tearing]

[Grunts]

[Screams]

- [Bell jingles]
- John.

What?

[Exhales]

[Gulps, exhales]

Oh.

Shut down the mountain.

Get these fucking cars
out of here.

Call your people.
We need this parking lot.

- [Gutierrez] John.
- It's another young woman.

John, they're saying
it's a big bear,

big jaw or something.

No, it's a man. When do I get
to be right about something?

With canine's lower mandible.
That's what they're saying.

Get 'em on the phone.
I'm not listening to that.

I got 'em on the phone.

I'm telling you
what they're saying.

Hey! You can't park that here.

You can't park that here.

We need you
500 feet away at least.

It's a crime scene.
Just park on Elm Street.

It's just the press, boss.

They got Monica Bravo
out here.

- Who the fuck called the news?
- [Cell phone rings]

[Robson] Hey, John?
[Bo] John.

Not everybody talk to me
at once, okay?

Yes, sorry, Brittany.

I'm going to be there
January 28th.

Do not fucking
call me again, okay?

Do not call me. I'm at work.

[Brittany] I just wanted to
know if you're gonna be there.

Who's the victim?
Is she local?

Looks like it.

We gotta get a van
to pull her out of here.

All right. Hey, do we have
anybody of our guys in a van?

John, we're gonna need
fingerprints. Her top is gone.

[Stutters] Her what?

Her head. Her head is gone.

Got it.

- [Gutierrez] John. John?
- Yeah.

[Gutierrez] Got bites on
the neck and on her arms, too.

I can't hear you!
You gotta fucking speak up!

They're saying it's a wolf!

[Van window whirring]

Bo, come take a walk with me.

Get State Forensics out here.

I don't wanna talk to them
on the phone ever again.

Get them
on the fucking crime scene.

Yeah, Bo, come take a walk.
Let's have a little chat.

[Priest] Lord and God,
you're the source of life.

Keep us in life and death
and your love.

Now let us listen
to the words of the Lord

in the holy scripture,

that gives us reassurance

of the Lord's love for us
in life and death.

[Whispers] What'd you
wanna talk about?

No! No!

- Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
- John, stop it!

Sheriff, where were you?

Where were you?

Yeah, fuck you.
Where were the cops?

Sitting there
in your little suit.

When are you gonna
get this fucking thing, huh?

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be!

Find it! Find it!

[Man] John. John. John!

- Huh?
- Can I get a signature?

Oh, yeah.

[Man] All right. Thanks.

All right. I'm closing her up.

Mayor wants a word.

State Attorney's
office called.

Wanted info 'cause
the election's coming up.

Oh, I can't do that shit
right now. You wrap out.

I can't wrap this out.

Yeah, I got fucking Sheriff
calling me. Jenna's...

Look, just wrap up the crime
scene, I'll handle the town.

This is a relationship.
Does that sound good to you?

[Inhales deeply] Yes.

Good. Wrap out.

[Chavez] Another
young woman, right?

[John] Oh, brilliant fucking
detective work, Chavez.

Well, it was a full moon
again last night.

Oh, cut it out with that
goddamn Roswell shit, Chavez!

Wrap out!

[News anchor] The streets

should have been
bustling with tourists.

But not today.

And not since
the violent murders

of two young women
left a stain

on a small mountain town
and its law enforcement.

What will it take
for Snow Hollow, Utah,

to regain the reputation

of the fun-loving ski capital
of the town?

[Continues indistinctly]

[Man talking indistinctly on tv]

[Reporter] Sir, if you had one message

to the local
police department,

what would you have to say?

I'd say to the local
police department,

you gotta find
this guy or girl,

I don't know,
I don't know what it is.

But you gotta find this guy,
you take him out.

'Cause I'm not paying
any more taxes in this town.

[Robson] Oh, jeez.

Excuse me, would you mind
taking that down?

I'd rather not have
people see that.

I don't choose what goes up.

All right, just take down
the first part, please.

Darren decides what goes up.
I just fill it out.

Oh. Darren decides that?

Darn.

Hey, is this your car?

I like those.

[Sighs] Expired plates though.

I don't think
Darren would mind.

No, I don't think he will.

Thank you so much.
You have a good day.

Hi, Carla.

For me?

It's a gift from Bo.

Oh. Wow.

This is really great.

This is really special.

But I already
filed the paperwork,

so I need you
to get out of the building

in the next 20 minutes

'cause you're not gonna
be working here anymore.

Maybe look into getting a job
at WikiLeaks.

I hear they might be
hiring soon.

- Sorry about that...
- [Bo ripping flyer]

- [Bo yells]
- [Objects clatter]

[Door opens, closes]

Sorry about that.

What do you got for us, John?

- Hangover.
- [Chavez chuckles]

What did you say?

I said anger issues.

I think you said
something else.

No. No, I didn't.

That's cute.

I think we ought
to bring in someone

with expertise
on exotic animals.

No. No, we're not gonna
do that. 'Cause that's insane.

All right,
then you figure it out.

[Chavez] It's a wolf.

Or maybe it's a werewolf.

I've been watching a lot
of History Channel lately...

No. Chavez, it's...

Sorry. Everybody,

let me just make this
perfectly clear.

[Smacks lips] There is no
such thing as werewolves.

They're imaginary.

Our killer is a guy.

And I'm gonna find him
and I'm gonna kill...

[Gutierrez] Wow.

And we're gonna bring him
to justice,

legally and together.

She has pawprints and hair.

Yeah, sorry, Chavez.
Please enlighten us.

Did you take
forensic psychology

at your college online?

- Fuck you, asshole.
- Out.

- [John] Fuck you. Yeah.
- What? Dumbass. Keep walking.

- Yeah, all right, tough guy.
- You wanna go?

Yeah, oh,
like you're always...

- John!
- All right.

John McEnroe.

Team is with you.

They got no dog in this fight.
You want leadership? Lead.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

[Sighs]

Julia.

Medical examiner's
report please.

Officer Robson.
Thank you, John.

Animal hair
is part pit bull

but that's 'cause Hannah
was a dog owner.

Rest of the hair
is all grey wolf.

Lab is still working on it.

But it's possible
that a pack of wolves

visited our crime scene

between her murder
and our arrival,

but that seems unlikely.

Teeth are consistent
with a wolf,

so if anybody sees that
Michael J. Fox guy

walking around, let me know.

[Both chuckle]

Yeah, everybody laughs
till she lays out

the crime scene photos.

[Groans]

Genitals were intact
in the second victim.

Everything was intact,
generally speaking,

except for her head,
which was taken.

Canine bites
on her arms and back.

She fought like hell.

Took a lot of hair off him.

Spans of the bites
are gigantic.

Same as the distance
of the paw prints.

State Forensics say it's
the size of a Kodiak bear,

or something that could
hold her down with its mouth.

No saliva, no DNA,
apart from the hair.

All the blood was hers.

[Sighs] Our killer
doesn't leave much behind.

Of his own, that is. [Scoffs]

- [Knocking]
- Hey, honey.

Hey, Dad.

Is this that biology thing?

Calculus.

All right.

Did you need any help
with that? Or...

Nope.

Uh, can I talk to you
about something real quick?

Sure.

I'm having a hard time
with this thing, honey.

It's nothing
you have to worry about.

I'm gonna find
the guy, obviously.

But I'm just curious if you
still have that pepper spray

that I got you for communion.

Um, I think so.

You realize that was a weird
gift to give somebody, right?

I do. It's okay.
You'll never need it.

But I want you to promise me
that you're gonna find it

and keep it on you
at all times.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Dad, you know
how many people die in Utah

from tobacco every year?

Yeah, I saw
your post about that

and that's
really interesting, honey,

but those people
didn't die like this.

And I just get nervous
with the way that you dress.

How do I dress?

Perfectly reasonably.

I've just seen the way

that people look at you,
women included.

I think you'll understand when
you have children of your own.

I don't want children.

Dad, you're not
the only person

in charge of protecting
the town.

You're not Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
and you're not Grandpa, okay?

Why are you acting like this?

Well, Dad never got any

gymnastics medals
growing up, honey,

so I guess I'm just trying
to catch up to you.

Do you think maybe this could
be about your mom leaving you

when you were a kid?

No.

And maybe you're thinking
that if you catch the guy,

you'll be able
to prove her wrong.

No.

No, I don't think
that, frankly.

I thought we were doing
your math homework.

Will you just...

I'm trying to have a normal
conversation with you.

All right.

So...

I'm taking off.

So the state police
are unhappy.

Forensically speaking,

there's not a whole lot
of evidence for 'em

and they got city cases
to solve.

I called Quantico but it takes two months
for the application to go through.

We only have two victims...

And if the murders didn't take
place on a federal highway,

the FBI can't even come in.

Did you know that?

And I hate to say we'll catch
him, but we'll catch him.

He'll slip up.
Most times it's them.

Every time it's them.

You think it's a guy, right?
You don't...

You don't think
it's like an animal

- or something?
- No.

Yeah, it's a guy.

I mean, it's wolf prints
but do you have to ask?

I don't know. Chavez seems
to think it's something else.

Yeah, well, Chavez thinks
Men in Black is a documentary.

[Chuckles]

Eh, maybe you're right.
Let's do a stakeout.

I hear
serial killers sometimes

- return to the crime scene.
- [Bottle shatters]

- [Gasps]
- [Tires screeching]

What was that?

Beer bottle.

Beer bottle?

Who would wanna throw
a beer bottle at a cop car?

[Wolf panting]

[Lighter clicks]

[Dog snarling]

[Whines]

She's harmless. Come in.

[News anchor on TV]
...on a small mountain town

and its law enforcement.

What will it take
for Snow Hollow, Utah,

to regain the reputation
of the fun-loving...

Skipping town?

Yeah. Well, no.
Just Orange County.

Gotta keep moving, you know.

For Mom.

[Inhales sharply] You stop
moving, you start thinking.

They got a clinic out there
for stuff like me.

I didn't kill Brianne, if
that's what you're wondering.

Yeah, we know that.

State police didn't,

so Mom said
I should just make that clear.

That's state.

Yeah. Cool.

So why are you
bothering me? Hmm?

You came
all the way down here.

That must mean you still
haven't found anything. Hmm?

You must really not
have a clue.

Am I right?

I thought you would have
found this guy by now.

See, this is why people
talk shit about the police.

Sorry, but...

We were wondering
if maybe you remember

anything suspicious
about that night

that might've come to you
since we last spoke,

or something
from your relationship

- with Brianne that might've...
- [PJ] No.

Dropped the bags. Restaurant.

Went back to the house.

And, no, I didn't see
a goddamn werewolf.

This takes cooperation.

Oh, I'm cooperating. This
could've been a phone call.

How many people on your team

and you still haven't
found this guy?

- Did you see anybody tall?
- I saw nothing!

Nothing!

I've done this 25 times and
it sucks every fucking time.

Something...

Just leave me alone.

She was a beauty queen.

Brianne.

[Exhales]

We came to give you back
the possessions we took.

No, I don't want that shit.
Get that shit away from me.

- Mom, I don't want that shit.
- PJ. We'll take that.

No, they could've called me

and they could've asked me
if I wanted it.

I don't...

[Tearfully] Mom.

[Robson] I'm just gonna...

I'm gonna leave my card...

right here.

[PJ sniffles]

[PJ sighs]

Hey, Officer?

If you do find him...

don't arrest him.

Shoot him.

Shoot him till you can see
the ground through his face.

[Christmas music
playing on speakers]

[Keyboard clacking]

[Woman chuckles]
What are you doing?

You playing with sugar?

You're so silly.

Here. I'll make it
easier for you.

[Keyboard clacking]

[Man] You mind if I sit here?

Yeah, that's fine. Go for it.

[Man] How old is she?

Um, she's three.

She's beautiful.

[Chuckles] Thank you.
You're so pretty.

Y'all live around here?

Uh, yeah. Just up Fox Farm.

[Man] Oh, Fox Farm.
It's a good neighborhood.

Yeah, I mean, we like it.
We grew up there

and went to the elementary
school and everything so...

Oh, that's great.
I used to work with them.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Would've been years ago.

- [Waitress] Liz?
- Yeah, over here. Thank you.

[Man] They used to have me
give presentations there.

That's great.

And you're gonna send her
to the elementary, too?

My husband and I will, yeah.

[Liz] Thank you so much.

[Man] That blue car
is nice, huh?

I've been seeing
the ads for 'em.

Yeah, uh, we like it.

It's a big back seat.
Baby on board now, so...

[Man chuckles]

Is your hair
always that color?

It is. Um, I'm sorry.
They put onions on here.

Will you excuse me? I just
have to take care of it.

Yeah, okay.
It's nice meeting you.

Yeah, you as well.

Okay, come on, sweetie,
let's go.

Um, excuse me,
can I borrow your telephone

for a moment, please?

I think I'd like
to call the police.

[Robson] Sorry to make you
retell it,

but just so everyone
can hear,

would you mind recounting it
for everybody?

It was definitely him.

He was weird
and I could tell it was him.

And I've never met anybody
like that around here really,

and I know he was local
because he said "y'all."

And he was really big.

- How tall?
- I don't know. But he was big.

And he kind of smelled
like a dark room.

Like the kind they use
for photography.

[Sighs] I don't even know why
you brought me in here.

[Man 1] Randall.
He works in the back.

He works
in the meat department.

I don't know
where he gets all that meat.

You should talk to him.

Do not call me a sex worker.

You know how offensive
that is?

I don't even
do that shit anymore.

Yeah. Yes. Yes.

I own a lot
of properties, okay?

You're not gonna pin
this thing on me, all right?

I already talked to half
the goddamn staff here.

Now can someone let me call
my fucking wife? Please?

You've gotta get
your shit together.

I could've fucking solved
this thing by now.

[Man 2] I was out of my house.

I heard this noise
and I saw this shape.

It was big.

It was a big woman.

[Liz] He wanted to know about
Miley and how old she was.

And he knew
what car I'd driven.

He knew that I'd driven there.

He had had blood here...

- She was big.
- ...and on a newspaper...

Cool if I smoke in here?

I'm like, "Dude,
we don't sell goat's milk."

"We sell cow's milk."
He's like,

"I want goat's milk.
I want goat's milk now."

The newspaper
that he had was weird, too.

I got cats at home.
I got things to do.

It had advertisements
from the '50s.

Like cigarette advertisements.

You know the drill. I know
the drill. Stop. I'm done.

I haven't done anything.
Please just get me the lawyer.

Sixth Amendment.
I want a phone call.

[John] Did you notice if he
took anything from your table?

Like a receipt? I'm talking
even something small.

No.

[Robson] Late 20s to...

[Sighs] Um...

I don't know. Maybe early 50s.

Maybe. I don't know. I mean...

he had his hood up.

And it was hot in there.

Well, thank you
for bringing this

to our attention,
Mrs. Fairchild.

We'll have our offices call
you if we need anything else.

Wait. Do you think
it could've been him?

[Sighs] Maybe.

Thanks for coming in.

I got something.

[Indistinct chatter]

I know who the Snow Hollow
wolfman is.

Great. We wanna hear
all about it.

Hey, Dave. How are we looking?

Clean bill of health.

Said I should check back
next summer.

It's a heart murmur.

- Goddamn it!
- [Hadley] Bullshit. Bullshit.

There's a great facility
at General.

- Bullshit.
- Dave. Out.

All right, look,
he said I was fine

just before you got in here.

Guy's not even a real doctor.

What are you doing?

I'm fine. I don't know
what he's talking about.

No, you're not.
Just work from home.

Nobody gives a shit
if you work from home.

The only person
that cares is you.

- Really?
- Yeah. I got this.

No, you don't.

You can't steamroll me
out of here

with all this going on.

That is ageism, no siree.
[Snaps fingers] Ageism.

I wanna know
about those interviews.

Yeah, I mean, they're actually
going pretty great.

Uh, couple of
local call girls,

some survivors' testimonies...

No! Hey! I'm not doing this!

Stand up! Goddamn it!
You have any idea

what you're putting me through
with this goddamn stress?

I wake up
in the middle of the night,

the phone's ringing!

The first thing that I think
is that somebody's calling me

to tell me that you're dead!

Oh, you're the victim.
I got it now.

- It's a fucking nightmare!
- All about you.

Goddamn it!
Just go to a doctor!

I'm not doing this shit
anymore! I'm not a child!

You don't trust
that I know myself.

No, I trust you.

Trust you being a complete
fucking asshole about this.

All right, I'm an asshole.
I'm gonna work on that.

We done with that?
All right? Finished?

Now, tell me
about those interviews.

[Wind howling]

[Giggles, babbles]

[Creaking]

- [Growls]
- [Screaming]

Ahh!

Ahh! All right.

Hey. We're looking
for somebody big.

- [Gunshots]
- [Screaming] No!

[John] I want license plates
out of everybody

that came out of that cafe.

Do you have anything?
Fingerprints?

Blood? Fucking anything?

[Coroner]
There's a lot of blood.

- [Liz screaming]
- [Flesh tearing]

It's just me and Kevin
down here.

I've never worked
with a body like this...

Don't email us
saying you got nothing.

What the fuck is County
paying you for?

That's not my job!

No! [Screaming]

- [John] That is your job.
- I'm a medical examiner.

That is your job.
That is your job.

I analyze data.

Your job
is to find the suspects.

[Officers exclaim]

God, we thank thee
for the life that you give us.

It is full of work,
responsibility and joy.

- [Growls]
- [Coroner] Get off of me!

[Groans]

- [Screaming]
- [Fabric rips]

[Werewolf snarling]

[Priest] Today, we thank thee

for the lives
of Miley and Liz.

Help us in our mourning

and teach us to live
for the living...

So our guy kills a deer,
he drags it out here,

lays it in the middle
of the road.

He has a handprint on it,
so he cuts a patch off of it

to get rid of the handprint...

Wait, how do you know
it's a handprint?

There's a patch missing
from the deer.

He must have put
a handprint down

and then cut it off
so that we couldn't find it.

What if it's a hunter
without a license?

A hunter without a license?

Come fucking tell me it's
a hunter without a license.

- Come over here and tell me...
- It's a perfectly...

No! No!
I wanna hear your theory.

Tell me right here that it's
a hunter without a license.

I wanna hear this.
This is gonna be great.

It's a hunter
without a license.

You're a bad police officer.

You should've pursued
computer science

because you are not
good at this.

[Groaning loudly]

[Panting]

I'm a father.

No, you're not.

- [Cameras clicking]
- [Reporters chattering]

[Jenna] Is there any way
you can make

just my room warmer?

There's a way to make just you
warmer. Put on a sweater.

[Can opens]

[Thuds]

[Lighter clicks]

[Dog barking]

[Door opens]

[John] So what is a werewolf?

Story comes
from the Middle Ages.

These townspeople would find
a woman's body

in the woods, just decimated

and they say,
"It couldn't have been a man."

"Had to be a monster."

It's actually just men.
These guys who get angry

every once in a while
and take it out on women.

Because they hate them.

There's no magic,
there's no transformation.

In fact, the only reason
it happens on a full moon

is because it was
bright enough

to be able to sneak up
and kill somebody.

Oh.

Hi, I'm calling
from the Sheriff's department.

I'm wondering if you guys
keep records of anybody

that might've worked for
the school from about 1970

until early 2000s, let's say.

No, this has nothing to do
with the murder investigation.

This is actually
a new investigation

of a serial arsonist

who's been
setting fire to local

nosy people's automobiles,
actually.

So are you gonna give us those
yearbooks, or what's going on?

Victims are always women
and the killers

- are always men.
- Hmm.

Why is it always women?

You think women
have had to deal

with shit like this
since the Middle Ages?

So he didn't tie her up.

He didn't lure her into his
car or something like that.

It's a hunt. It's a thrill
for him. She's a trophy.

And he parked his car
in the back of the cafe

so the security cameras
at the bank

don't catch him
in the parking lot.

- He must be local.
- [Robson] Could be no.

If he were local,

why didn't he use the front
gate at the first crime scene?

Why'd he hop the fence?

And those tape decks
at the bank

only go back 10 hours.

[John] Have we checked them?

I checked them.

How does nobody else
see this guy?

"Lycanthropy is affected
by the moon's light...

and depending
on the moon's breadth..."

[Distorted]

[John continues
speaking indistinctly]

[Copy machine whirring]

[Librarian] John?

- John!
- [Screams]

Ahh!

Oh, fuck you!

I'm sorry. I... I didn't know
you were sleeping.

Well, I'm wide awake now!
What can I do for you?

Well, somebody's been calling
you on your walkie-talkie.

I don't know what to do.

[Groaning]

All right.

- Thank you so much.
- Yeah.

And, hey, Ray,
quick librarian note.

Yeah, yeah.

A police officer asks you
to take out

all the spooky books
in a library,

maybe don't sneak up on him.

I'm sorry, John.

No, it's fine.
Thank you for doing that.

But had that been
another member of my team,

what you just pulled
right there,

that could've ended
in a shooting.

Oh, wow, really?

Yeah, and that would've been
lights out for Ray.

So, just...

for next time.

- [Radio static]
- Go for John.

So, yeah, we had one of our
office temps listen to them.

They didn't know
what to make of them.

They're all saved here
in her machine.

Y'all get some coffee?

[Beeps]

[Man on speakers]
Hello. Hi, Liz.

I called you earlier
and you picked up.

I'd like to check
the cost of toner

for my printer system.

Ugh. Sounds like
he's touching himself.

Stop talking.

I'm calling because
we spoke earlier

and I'm looking
to provide new toner

for all of my businesses.

I'll call back, or let me know
with whom I can speak.

[Breathes deeply] Yeah, yeah.
I guess that's everything.

"We spoke earlier."

Who pays the phone bill
around here?

"With whom."
He said, "With whom," right?

It sounds like he's on
a highway. Play it again.

All the calls came
from that same number.

He hung up on the rest.
Are you even sure it's him?

Yeah, we're pretty sure
it's him.

Oh, it's definitely him.

Thank you so much for bringing
this to our attention.

You're not gonna tell
anybody about this,

otherwise it could be
your fault

- if we don't catch the guy.
- My fault?

How could any of this
be my fault?

Yeah, um, thank you.

We're again all so sorry
for your loss.

[Chavez] It's wiped clean.

Maybe from the snow.
I don't know.

- I'm not getting anything.
- All right, you keep working.

I'm gonna have somebody
come by

and hacksaw it off the slab.

Look, John, if he's gonna pull
prints off of a deer carcass,

he's not gonna
leave them here.

Do your job! Do your job!
I am begging you!

You have anything else
you need to do today?

No? Good! Do your job!

It's like kindergarten.

Utah.

A curfew is in effect tonight
in the town of Snow Hollow

due to the ongoing
unsolved murder cases

that many are calling
the Snow Hollow Horror.

The Sheriff's Department

has declined to comment
to Eyewitness Five.

[Hadley] We have every
reason to believe

that this monster
will show up again tonight.

All right.

We will have radio silence
until we can be certain.

I want all cars on their tens.

- Fuck!
- Is that understood?

[Officers] Yes, sir.

When the call comes in,

make it clear,
make it obvious.

Tell us the address.
You will have instant backup.

I won't ask you
to pray with me

'cause of the goddamn lawyers.

[Inhales deeply]

Let's have
a moment of silence.

[Exhales] Let's hear it.

[Officers] Hurrah!

[Hadley breathing heavily]

Hey, hey, hey. Sit down.
Come here, come here.

It's okay, it's okay.

Just get in the chair,
I'll be all right.

- No, no.
- I'm all right.

I'm calling an EMT
and you're going in tonight.

Why didn't you
just tell somebody

you needed help?
Why didn't you stay at home?

- I can still do it.
- No. Dad, stop.

That's it. I'm done.

I can't do this anymore.

It's over.

You're retired. I'm through.

[Hadley sighs]

[Clicks tongue]

[Sighs deeply]

Go get him.

Yeah.

I'm gonna. I'm gonna.

[Exhales]

Carla, call an ambulance.

Sheriff's gotta go
to the hospital tonight.

He has a heart murmur
and you can't

fucking tell anybody
about it, okay?

Please just fucking do this
for me, I can't do it myself.

I've got this.

Yeah?

I got it.

Yeah, all right. Um...

Okay. Tell him, uh...

It's okay.

Okay. Yeah. Okay.

All right. Okay.

[Dramatic music playing]

[Boy on phone] And now

there's the whole
curfew thing. Why should I?

[Boy chuckles]

Oh, my God!

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You wanna see me tonight?

Yeah. Yeah. Uh...

I'm coming over right now.
I love you.

- Okay, bye. I love you.
- Yeah, bye.

[Sniffs]

[Boy] Are you sure
we're good here?

[Jenna] Yes, I'm sure.
Stop worrying.

[Boy] What if somebody sees us?

[Jenna] No one's gonna see us.

[Boy] We're not supposed
to be out here right now.

[Jenna] Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my gosh.

We're fine, okay?

[Boy sighs] If we get
in trouble, it's on you.

Okay?

[Hip-hop music
playing on stereo]

Squeeze me.

You sure?

Pretty sure.

[Jenna moans]

[Boy] Oh, shit. Shit, shit.

Fuck.

- [Chuckles] What?
- It's the neighbor.

- Put your pants on.
- What?

Neighbor, sorry.

[Glass squeaks]

[Inaudible]

[Engine stalling]

- [Gasps]
- What?

[Jenna screams]

[Officer on radio]
Station for one.

Go for John.

Fox Creek and Hyde.

- [Engine revs]
- [Siren wailing]

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Start the car.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

Start the car. Start it!

- Start it now!
- [Boy screaming]

[Both whimpering]

[Jenna screams]

[Tires screeching]

- [Gunshot]
- [Car alarm blaring]

- [Sighs] Damn it!
- [Jenna] Dad!

Jenna.

What are you doing here?

I don't know.
I was with Brock.

Where's Brock at?

I don't know. I don't know.

- He left you?
- [Winces, screams]

Jenna, you can't do this.
I can't be worrying

about you like this.
I'm at work right now.

You're not even
gonna ask if I'm okay?

No, I'm not gonna ask
if you're okay!

You're supposed to be at home
right now!

You're breaking curfew,

making out with some guy
in a fucking truck,

almost getting murdered
in the street!

Goddamn it!
Do you have any idea

what your mom's gonna say
about me?

[Sirens approaching]

Oh, fuck you.

Fucking asshole.
Fucking wannabe.

Go back to your conference!

I've been looking
at the back of your head

for the last 17 years, Dad!

Fucking unbelievable!

You never said,
"Congratulations. Good job."

"I'm so proud of you."

You did shit!

I'm going to college

and I cannot wait to stay
with other people!

I'd rather live with strangers
than be with you!

[On radio] Officer Gutierrez
here. I'm in pursuit.

I'm bleeding from the skull.

Take me
to the fucking hospital!

Hey, I need backup.

[Radio static]

[Gunshots]

[Werewolf roars]

[Flashlight clicks]

[Inaudible]

[Ominous music playing]

[Monitor beeping]

[Woman]
Who do you think you are?

Get out of this house!

Oh, my God, get out of here!

Oh, my God,
get out of this house!

What are you doing in here?
Get out!

- Get out of here! Oh, my God!
- [Footsteps running]

Who do you think you are?
Get out of here! Get out!

- [John] Stop! Stop!
- Get out of here! Brock!

- [Gasps]
- Get off of him! Brock!

Get off of him! Get off
of him! Get off of him!

[Grunting]

- [Spray hissing]
- [Both scream]

Stay back.

Stay back.

[Coughing]

What did you do?

- [Brock] Jesus!
- Why is he here?

What did you do
to that poor girl?

- [Coughing]
- [Brock groaning]

- [Gasping]
- [Brock's mom shouting]

[Groans]

[Brock coughing]

Dad?

Hey, sweetie.

How's your head?

No.

Dad.

Where have you been?

I was protecting the family.

[Slow jazz music playing]

[John] What do you mean
I'm not invited?

Since when is anybody
not invited?

It's probably not
a good idea right now.

Ben, it's me
you're talking to.

If it were Ricky,
I understand, but it's me.

[Ben] I'm hearing you.

[John] No, you're not
hearing me, because you keep

fucking putting your hand up
and not letting me in.

[Ben] Do the steps.

Just do the steps.

I'm about to step to you
right now.

[Carla] Hey, John.

Hey, Carla.

How are you?

You're parked in the middle
of the street, honey.

Am I really?

- Did somebody call you?
- They did.

[Ben] Hey, we love you, John.

Oh, yeah? Everybody loves me?
That's great.

Why don't you call
the fucking Tribune

and tell them how much you...

Hey, Dean, you gotta
fucking tell your wife

to stop posting that shit.

She doesn't know
what she's talking about.

[Dean] Man, hey, come on.

She's an amateur sleuth.
She has none of the evidence.

In fact, tell your wife
to print out

all her
little Facebook posts

and roll them up
and sit on them.

- Eat shit, Dean.
- [Chair scraping]

I'm leaving.

I'm leaving.

[John] I slept for an hour
in a corner.

I keep thinking
he's gonna be in here.

Did you want me to move it?

I bet you're not gonna
let me, huh?

No, I bet I'm not.

[Groans]

Dad?

[Loud thud]

- [John groans]
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Dad, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What are you covered in?

It's from the car.

Did you crash your car?

No. Relax.

I was pulling out
of the station

and my headlights clipped
a column on the way out.

And I got so angry about it

I just drove as fast
as I could into the column.

This is from the airbags.
[Chuckles]

[Jenna] Come on!

[John] Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay, it's all okay.

Just let me lay down up here
for a minute.

Just let me lay down up here
for a minute, honey.

[Jenna] No, you have to...

[John] Just let me lay down
here for a minute.

[Jenna] Dad! Come on!

- [John] Okay.
- Dad!

[John] Okay. Okay.

[Jenna] Please!

[John] Okay, I'm coming,
I'm coming.

I told him I'd catch him
and I didn't.

[Sobbing]

I looked him in the face

and I told him I'd catch him
and I was drunk.

Just go to bed!
Please just go to bed.

Don't tell me to go to bed.
I don't need a parent.

39 years old,
I'm stuck in Summit County

being a fucking asshole.

I am an asshole!

Orphan.

[Jenna crying]

Please just go to bed.

You'll feel better
in the morning.

You're just depressed,
I promise.

My father's face.

You're scaring me.
Just go to bed!

- Go to bed!
- [John grunts]

John.

Yeah.

You all right?

Yeah.

You got the flu again?

[Clears throat]
Did you need something?

We found the guy.

[Gary] Pharmaceuticals.

6-foot-5. Local guy.

Wolf tattoo.

Exotic knife collection,
weird shit.

Guy thought he was Wolverine.

They searched his back garden
and found Helena Gaines.

Remember her?

Still looking for his costume.
But they might not find it.

Syringes are made
out of silver.

Half mile
from the original crime scene.

I'm gonna tell the press.

My daughter could've
solved this, and she's six.

You threw that bottle at us.

No, I didn't.

Your daughter's about to lose
all of her friends at school

'cause her father's
not gonna be

working in this county
anymore.

Somebody tell Gary he's fired.

[Door opens]

Do you wanna lay your seat
back? Get some sleep?

No, I'm fine.

Carmen Gutierrez came
by the house the other night

and talked.

It was terrible.

I would've caught the guy.

You would not have
caught the guy, okay?

You would've gotten killed.

Gotta knock it off
with this shit.

You're making
everybody miserable.

We got him.

You still win when the other
guy knocks the eight-ball in.

I'm right up here.

I don't like you driving.

You know it's my wedding
anniversary today?

I'm fine.

[Sniffles]

I'm gonna do these returns.

Happy New Year.

Hey.

Can you hang on just a second?
Um...

This is the job.

And it sucks. Often.

But you're gonna lose
a lot more than that

if you don't start focusing
on the important stuff.

You wanna be sheriff?

How about
we start acting like one?

Hi, I'm John.
I'm an alcoholic.

[All] Hi, John.

This is gonna be tough.

[John] Hi, Mrs. Marten.

I'm with
the Sheriff's Department.

I got some property
of Hannah's

that we took as evidence.

I just need you
to sign something

- to say you got it back?
- Okay.

[John]
I started drinking again.

Stress.

I became a monster.

Tough to be around. Hateful.

I lied to my dad.
Last thing I said to him.

[Laughs]

- Mr. Taxter.
- Yeah.

I'm coming
from the Sheriff's Department.

I have some evidence
I have to return.

Yeah, I know what those are.

I was rude to Carla.

And I had hateful thoughts
toward Ricky

and his whole family.

When you're having
a nervous breakdown,

the only clue that you have

that anything
is terribly wrong

with your life

are the wonderful people
around you who keep asking,

"Is everything okay?"

And you just go, "Yeah."

When we were
tracking the suspect...

[Man 1] Killer.

Or when we were putting
together early evidence

to find the suspect...

- [Man 2] Killer.
- Yeah.

Okay. I'm working on it.

Just give me a second
on that one.

Uh, I'm working
on a lot here, Ricky.

[John] Miss Fairchild, hi.

I'm with
the Sheriff's Department.

I have some property
that we took as evidence

from Liz...

Fuck!

[Cell phone vibrating]

This is Julia Robson.

[PJ on phone]
Hey, it's PJ Palfrey.

You and another officer
came by a while back

and you guys
forgot something here.

I was just wondering
if there's an address

you guys wanted me
to ship it to?

Yeah, you can just ship it

to the Snow Hollow
Police Department.

We can put it in storage.

No, we're gonna
keep the stuff.

You guys just left
this little sewing thing here

that's not ours.

- I'm sorry?
- It looks old.

It's like a seam ripper
I guess?

I'm not sure. My mom told me
to call you guys about it.

[Line disconnects]

Hello?

[Banging on door]

[John] Mr. Carnury?

Yeah. Yeah. Hey. Paul.

I'm with
the Sheriff's Department.

I have some evidence
we took a few months ago.

I just need you
to sign something

saying you got it back.

- Uh, oh!
- [Kettle whistling]

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let me grab that,

but, come in.
Yeah, come on in.

You want coffee?

Uh, no, it's fine.
I just need a signature.

["Silent Night" playing faintly on speakers]

[Siren wailing]

- [Paul] How do you like it?
- Oh.

Sorry. You frightened me.

I just need a signature.

No, no, no. Come sit. Please.

I wanna hear
all about the case.

I mean, you can talk about it
now, isn't that right?

Well, I mean, I hate to say
there is not much to tell.

The Tribune did a pretty
good job with their write-up.

The suspect or the killer
had priors for battery.

It was solid policework

but just some things
slipped through the cracks.

Doesn't happen often.

Well, that's good to hear.

[Paper rustles]

Is there anything we could do
to help the police?

I mean,
as townsfolk or something?

No. Not much more
than what you've done already.

Thank you so much for letting
us hold on to that evidence.

Hope it wasn't
an inconvenience.

Oh, yeah. Oh, that's fine.

Mind if I spill something
in your coffee?

[Chuckles softly]

I'd like that.

- [Drink pouring]
- Wife away for the weekend?

Oh, I'm not married.

Oh, I'm sorry.
No, I was joking about the...

- I'm sorry.
- No, no. It's fine.

I'm not opposed to the idea.

I was once.

But, uh...

She couldn't hack it.

I hear that.

And your daughter?
She's doing fine?

Yeah, we got her going to, uh,
college for scholarships.

She's got gymnastics for
school in January, and, um...

[Sucks teeth]

[Clicking tongue]

I better shove off.
I'm on the clock.

But thank you so much
for this, Mr. Carnury.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[Banging on door]

You forget something?

No, I'm sorry, Paul.

Uh, something you said
threw me.

Stupid.

So stupid.

But I'm wondering
if you wouldn't mind

standing up
to your full height for me.

[Scoffing]

Yeah.

Goddamn it!

We got one. I'm at 244 Maple.

I'm at 244 Maple.
I got suspect on the move.

Can I get backup, ASAP?

[Radio static]

["O Come, All Ye Faithful" playing]

[Grunts]

[Gasps]

- [Grunting]
- [Gunshot]

[Growling]

[Coughs]

[Gasping and groaning]

[Sirens approaching]

[Groans]

[Gasps deeply]

[Screaming]

["Auld Lang Syne" playing]

[John coughing]

[Breathing heavily]

[Screams]

[Gasping]

[Grunting]

["Auld Lang Syne"
continues playing]

[Grunts]

[Panting heavily]

[Grunting]

[Kicking]

[Fireworks whistling and bursting]

- [Gunshot]
- [Grunts]

[Groaning]

[Gun clicks]

["Auld Lang Syne"
continues playing]

[Fireworks bursting]

[Muffled] Are you okay?

[Fireworks continue bursting]

[Robson] You got laundry
down the hall.

I packed you some detergent.

Did your mom text and say
when she's getting here?

She said
she can't make it after all

because of the traffic.

Oh, that's a shame.

You know, you didn't
have to come here

if you were busy.

I wasn't busy. It was nothing.

Actually pretty quiet
at the station.

You know, I thought
it'd be a nice trip

and got some stuff to do
in town.

And with everything else
going on, I never get to...

Whoa. Whoa. What's up?

It's just a lot.

Yeah.

Well, I'm proud of you.

- Mmm.
- I'm proud of you.

Oh! [Chuckles]

Yeah.

Thanks. I had to cut a hole
in the back.

They don't make 'em
for ponytails.

Well, call us
when you're settled,

and I will help you out
with that registration.

[Footsteps approach]

You get everything
figured out?

Yeah, I'm working on it.

Be safe.

Hey.

Hey.

I love you.

I love you.

And speaking of safety...
[Sniffles]

I left something
in your top drawer.

We don't have to talk about it
if you don't want to.

For protection.

Disgusting!

No! Stop! Stop!
Just leave, please. Dad.

God!

I'll just...
Let me call you later, okay?

[Sniffs]

[Footsteps recede]

Jesus.

Oh, my God.

[Indistinct chatter]

Dude, the whole gymnastics team
just moved in down the hallway.

- [Both chuckle]
- Babes.

All right. Fresh meat.

"It Was a Pleasure Sharing"
...by Synchronized, Enjoy!