All language subtitles for Werewolves.Within.2021.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

In the teacher's hair?

When she's not there?

On her chair?

The Phantom strikes again

In the brand-new car?

In the cookie jar?

In Dad's cigar?

The Phantom strikes again

Away?

Night and day?

From Dad's toupee?

The Phantom strikes again

Hello?

-

Very good.

Now, if that's not the sound
of being a man, I'm deaf.

-We're talking about laying
down the damn law

-and standing up
for yourself.
-

Oh, going the speed limit, huh?

It's funny, if I'm going
the speed limit, and you're
going faster than me,

that means you're going
above the speed limit.

If you're done being nice
for no reason, I want you
to scream.

-Chapter five.
-

Let's all chant the word
"balls." Balls.

-Balls, balls, balls.
-Balls, balls, balls.

Who lived on 40 acres
Of bad land...

-Hi, this is Charlotte.
Leave a message. Bye.

Hi, love.

Just want to let you know
that I am almost to my new post,

which is exciting.

Anyway, call me.

Would love to hear your voice.

You know, or don't.

You don't have to
if you don't want to.

Actually, no.

I would like if you would
call me, please.

This is me saying
what I want, so there.

-Okay, well, it's Finn.

Love you. Call me. Okay, bye.

Balls! It's healthy. Balls.
Balls. Balls. Balls!

And you couldn't love
The likes of me

I've got to see about
My Texas tea

Absolutely.
Good afternoon to you as well.

Well, if you've got
no supplies to make,
make some now,

as the storm is going
to be a big one.

We're talking about
a crippling...

Hi.

Where can I find the...?

Thank you.

-Mr. Parker, I told you--
-Excuse me, Miss Sherwin,

I told you that I'm here
to listen.

It's Sherman.

See, it's just, I'm worried.

Now, this pipeline is a feat
of human ingenuity. I mean,
look at this.

This is plastic, cradled
in steel laying underground
in Portland cement.

I'll cut you a generous check,
easy as a signature.

-And-- What-what is so funny?

It's just the-- It's the irony.

I've got an environmentalist
staying on the second floor.

-See, I'm concerned that--
-Hon, hon, hon, I got
environmental guys.

I got MIT guys that are smarter
than some environmentalist
on the second floor.

Okay? They do
lots of impact studies, they--

-Hi, I don't mean to interrupt.
-Oh, no. Please do.

-Can I help you?
-Are you Jeanine?

Yeah, I-- You must be
the new ranger.

Yeah.
I'm Finn Wheeler,
US Forest Service.

-Oh, I'm Jeanine Sherman.
-Sam Parker, Midland Gas.

Oh, what a coinkydink.

-Excuse me?
-The pipeline, right?
That's your project?

-It is.
-Yeah, I'm going to be stationed
in Beaverfield

for the duration
of construction.

-Well, lucky me.
-Should it go through.

It will. I'm confident.

Has to be
a majority vote, Mr. Parker.

Sure is a lot
of beautiful nature here.

It'd be a shame to break ground
so close to a national forest.

A man that doesn't
want to conquer nature

doesn't understand
how brutal it is, Ranger.

Oh, no. I'm so sorry.

I wasn't trying to be like,
"Oh, it'd be a shame."

-I wasn't trying to make a--
-May I take your luggage?

Oh, uh, miss?

Yeah, uh, Jeanine, you know,
I can get that.

Nope. Breakfast is 7:00
to 9:00 in the café,

and then we reopen again
at noon.

For now, I'm the only game
in town, food-wise,

good for business, though,
especially with the storm
coming.

What a night.

Yeah, I hear we got
a big one coming.

Probably overblown.
Local news guys just love
fearmongering.

Hey, Jeanine!
We got café customers.

Do you want me
to take care of it?

No. I'll make them sandwiches.

All of your pictures are--
I got.

Do you mind helping
the ranger get settled?

Yeah, you go run this place
'cause you're my damn hero,
okay?

-Hi, Ranger.
-Oh, Finn.

Finn Wheeler.

You're the mailman.

Person.
Yeah, gender is a construct.

-Cecily.
-Hey.

Oh, I have mail for the ranger.

really?
-Uh-huh.

Not littering.
I'm just excited.

Yeah, not judging.
Just watching it.

"I'm writing to inform you
of Emerson Flint's commercial
trapping activity." Hmm.

"Contact local authorities.

Sincerely, Dr. Jane Ellis,
PhD, DVM,

and professor of zoology,
and environmental studies.

Room 207."

-Well, ka-ching,
I've got a case.
-A case.

Yeah, I'm going to head over
to this guy, Flint's place.

Can I walk that?

It's a bit of a schlep,
yeah, but I can show you

'cause I have a delivery
out that way.

If that's okay.

-It's totally okay. Okay.
-Okay.

-Hey, go ahead and...
-I'm just going to change.

...put on your ranger gear,
or warm your steed, or-- Okay.

-Okay. Yeah.
-Bye.

So you live at the inn?
-I do.

-Yeah, it's pretty sweet, right?
-Yeah.

I rented a room
when I first transferred jobs

thinking that I'd eventually
get a place in town,
but I don't know,

two days turned
into four weeks,

and Jeanine
wouldn't let me leave,
and so I was like,

"Oh, you want me to help you
tidy some rooms in exchange

for staying
at your sweet-ass mansh?

Yes, please."

-"Mansh"?
-Mansion.

-Oh, right.
-Want some hot Beaverfield goss?

Uh, yeah.

So, Jeanine's husband
met a woman at a bar

and they ran off together.

Jeanine hasn't really been
the same since.

-Dang.
-Yeah.

Word is, they left for Belize.

-Ouch.
-I hear Belize sucks
this time of year.

Unlike Beaverfield,
real fucking sunshiny.

Should've packed
our snowshoes.

What?
People do that?

-What, snowshoeing?
-Yeah.

Oh, sure.

You know, fun fact,
not only is it the oldest,

but remains one of the most
effective means of traversing
the ice,

and snow, of course,
because it's snowshoeing.

Wow.

Yeah, you're going
to fit right in at Beaverfield.

Everyone here
is a little questionable.

You know, the weather,
the people, everything.

Fancy.

Devon's a tech dude,
and Joaquim runs the yoga sitch.

like an ex-city,
nature-loving, millionaire
power couple.

You know the type.

Hi, boys!

This is Finny, the new ranger.

You just put the mail
on the marble table, thank you.

We're friends.

Yo, Cecily!

Yo, Gwen.

I know you got my starter
and my fuel injector.

-I don't, no, not yet.
-That's weird.

Sorry.

I ordered them the fourth
of the last month

and by my algebra, it's been
like three whole weeks.

I'll keep an eye open for it.

Marcus. Marcus!

Wait, you're gonna
want to see this.

-Damn.
-Fuck, Marcus.

-What time is it?

-Sorry, babe. Huh?
-"Sorry, huh" is not a time,
Marcus.

-Yo, are you high?
-Baby, no.

Drinking and driving
is for dummies, honey.

Don't-- There's strangers.
Who's that? What's your name?

-I'm Ranger Finn Wheeler.
- What?

He's a new ranger in town.

-Oh, that's a ranger thing...
-What he say?

-That's that. Y'all both police?
-I'm Cecily.

We've talked many times.
Welcome to Beaverfield.
It's a freak show.

She had too much soda.

-Colorful couple.
-Yeah, quite a show.

-Eh?
- Oh, my goodness,
gracious.

-Proud of it.
-They're in it for a big check
from the pipeline.

It's not funny.
We're just renting here.

-How do you know all this?
- A big bag full of
secrets.

You're not actually insinuating
that you read people's mail?

-No, I'm kidding.
-It's a felony.

You're the new ranger! Hello!

-And who's this?
-Stephen King's very own Trish.

-What? What did you say?
-I said, "Beaverfield's queen
Trish."

Oh, uh-huh.
Hello. Trisha Anderton.

-Proud owner
of Anderton Maple Farms.
-Hey, nice to meet--

It's been in the family
90 years as everybody knows,
but crafting is my passion.

-Boo!
-Oh!

-It's you.

-It's a little pale me.
-Has anybody made you
a soap bottle angel before?

You put it
on your Christmas tree.
You have a Christmas tree?

-Not currently.
-Or do you celebrate Kwanzaa,
put it on your Kwanzaa tree?

-No such thing.
-I am going to open
my own craft store

as soon as that pipeline
comes through.

Just mark them words.

Hello, hello, hello.

One, two, three.

He doesn't get any attention
ever since little Chachi
came into my life.

Look at this.
-Oh!

There she is.
It's Cecily the mailman.

-No, thank you. Stop.
-Ranger Finn Wheeler.
Hey, how are you doing?

Hello, Ranger.

-Cool, never the left.
-Never the left. My kind of guy.

-It's not what he meant.
-

How are you?
- Come on.

Oh, I got something for you,
Ranger.

It's from our own private
reserve right there.

You guys, so many gifts.

The best syrup in Vermont.
Oh, my God, are you kidding
my behind?

What happened?

Jiminy Christmas,
hippies knocked down
our sign again.

Oh. It's Antifa.

I mean look at that.
Great job, Picasso,
you put an X through it.

You're not going to stop
the pipeline.

Do you have this problem
in your last town?

-No.
-Brooklyn hipsters.

Yeah, you just give 'em
a big old knock

on the old craniums, right?

Uh-oh, arrest her, Ranger!
She's the one, lock her up.

Lock her up, yeah, lock her up,
lock her up.

Say goodbye, Chachi.

There's a new sheriff in town.
You're not really a sheriff.

No, you're not.

They seem cool, huh?

He boned Gwen
in their sugaring room.

-No.
-Yes.

That aggressive mechanic lady?

That's the one.

Whew. That's-- That's a dish.

Now this thing,
what exactly is this?

Oh, this? This is Parker's
phallic fire totem.

He's stuck 'cause he needs
a majority town vote
to build it.

Half want the pipeline cash
and half want to save the trees
or whatever.

Anywho, I think
the only holdouts
are Jeanine and the boys.

-Do you need a hand with that?
-Yes, please.

So, you got a big family,
small family, no family?

No, it's just me and my sis.
How about you?

That's so lucky.
No, there's seven of us.
I'm the youngest.

My sister and I were born
the same year.

Irish twins, same grade, even,

so it was like, "You want a toy?
Take it from somebody else."

This is it, right?
You coming with?

Actually, if you wouldn't mind,

you want to just
bring him that package

'cause Flint likes to know
who's around here,

so you could introduce
yourself.

Neighborly fellow,
my kind of guy.

-Thanks for the tip.
-

Hey, oh, just one last--

-Hello, Charlotte, hello?
-You might want to read the--

Hello? Hello?

Charlotte, hello?
I can't--

You're good.

Love, hello, can you hear me?

-Hell-- Ah, crap.
-

Hi, this is Charlotte.
Leave a message, bye.

Hi, Charlotte, it's me,
it's Finn.

Glad I'm finally
getting through.

It's so hard to leave
a voice mail.

It's...

I'll call you back.

Mr. Flint?

Mr. Flint?

Oh! Oh-ho!

Ha! Oh, man.

Oh!

You have 30 seconds to get
the fuck off my property.

I'm Ranger Wheeler.

You're way the hell
out of your jurisdiction,
Ranger.

-You see, I received a complaint
from Dr. Ellis.
-Regarding?

Regarding concerns of possible
commercial trapping.

You can tell Dr. Stalin
I make my living legally
on my own fucking land.

It's called freedom.

As long as you're not doing it
on US forest.

I don't recognize your job,
your stupid uniform,

or the government
you work for.

You're down to 10 seconds,
nine...

-Oh, okay, yeah. Well...
-Seven.

Are you gonna keep counting?
I left a package for you.

Five, four, three.

He's armed!
He's heavily armed!

-Thanks for handling my package.
-Do you know this? Oh!

He's not my kind of guy at all,
which is the neighborly kind.

-Are you hungry?
-Huh? May-- I think.

Yeah, this requires
active measures.
Come on.

-I tried to warn you,
but you were on your phone.
-I was on my phone.

I bring in their packages
in the winter,

so I have full access
to the kitch kingdom.

Whoa.
-Right? It's pretty great.

Awesome.

Do you want to put on
a song?

Oh, yeah, sure, on the jukebox?

Yeah, and I'll see if there's
something I can heat up.

-Okay.
-Okay.

It's a lot of '90s.

Huh?

There's a lot of '90--
I'm just going to put
something on.

-

When you're
Not the one for me?
- Yes.

- I love this song!

And it opened up my eyes

Life is demanding
Without understanding

And it opened up my eyes
I saw the sign

So, what brings you
to Beaverfield?

Hard ball right from the top.

-I had an incident at work.
-Did you touch someone?

-No.
-'Cause time's up, you too.

Yes, but I didn't touch anyone.

-Do you want to show me
on the soap bottle angel?
-It's not about touching.

I'm sorry, yes, go ahead.

Some guys I know
convinced me to fish Grout Pond

without a permit,
and then they posted it
to social media.

-I mean, can you believe it?
-Dummies.

So a transfer was a way for me
to keep my job.

-And Charlotte thought--
-Charlotte?

Yes,
Charlotte, my girlfriend.

She thinks that this situation
could be good for
our relationship.

-How's that?
-Well, you know, she thinks
that I am too "available."

Right, because women
like men who aren't,
ahem, there.

But, you know, I figure I won't
need a whole year.

And maybe, assuming
nobody better comes along...

Your first kombucha?

-Assuming that
nobody better comes along--
-You'll get back together or?

Well, technically,
we're not broken up.

-Ah, but you're not
living together?
-No.

-You're not seeing each other?
-Not currently.

-You're not talking.
-There's texting.

And you're keeping
your options open?

Because Charlotte thinks that--
Oh, my God.

-I'm broken up, aren't I?
-I think so.

Want to do something
violent?

Ah!
- Wow.

I think it's an English axe,
just weighted differently?

-They use the metric system.
-I think that's what it is.

God, that was beautiful.

-I'm being hustled.
-You are. I'm a shark
and this is a long con.

-Clearly. All right.
-Welcome to your worst
nightmare.

All right.

-I'm Ranger Wheeler.
-Hold on.

Before you do anything,
recognize that you're holding
a real murder weapon.

-Yes. Acknowledged.
-And it requires some training.

Yes.

So just try to flip it one time

and then land it
on the second flip.

Just like a flip and then it
lands on the second flip.

-Yeah, okay.
-Does that make sense?

-Yeah. Yeah.
-You got this?

Okay. You got this.

-Oh, yes!
-Oh, yes!

-Up high.
- Yeah!

-Down low. Too slow, oh.
-How did I not see that one
coming?

-Hustler.
-How did you get
into rangering?

-Rangering?
-Yeah.

Yeah, that's what we call it,
but you're going to freak,
but I read that.

-My butt?
-N-No.

-Yeah. Uh-huh.
-Walden?

-Are you serious?
-Yeah, absolutely.

-You poet.
-Yeah, I was 15.

-It changed my life. Yeah?
-Yeah, it changed mine, too.

Bet you've been
to all the biggies, right?
You've been to Sequoia?

-Been to Sequoia,
I've been to Kings Canyon.
-Mm-hmm.

-Been to Yellowstone?
-I've been to Yellowstone.

You know, I camped out
a couple of nights

-in Townshend on the way up.
-Wow.

Yeah. You ever been
to Gallatin National Forest?

No, but I would really
love to go. Yeah.

You know, I feel, um,
most myself outdoors.

-Yeah?
-Yeah. It's a cool life
you have.

Yeah, I guess so.

"A taste for the beautiful is
most cultivated out of doors."

-Walden? Yeah.
-It's Walden. Yeah.

On a mountain

Hey, um, Ranger Finn.

Mailperson Cecily?

I wanna lay
Like this forever...
-Can I kiss you?

-

I'm so sorry. Hello?
Hello?

-I'm so sorry.
-Are you serious right now?

-Hello? Charlotte?
-Are you really answering
a c-- Wow!

Hello? Yeah, hey. Uh-huh, yeah.
I'm sorry.

-Unbelievable.
-Yeah, no.
I'm just shopping.

Grow a pair.

-Yeah, uh. Sorry. Wait, what?

Oh, no, you need
the actual AAA card for that.

Let's go outside
and do our business.

Yes, that's my Chachi.

Yes, you are my good boy.

Yes.

Poo-poo potty, please.
-

-

-

Chachi?

Whoa, boy.

Chachi, what in the heck--?

-

Okay. Come on!

-Mrs. Anderton?
-It's the damn devil
that ate my baby.

Devon found her like this.

I have a triathlon
in August so, you know,

4:00 a.m. sprints,
and I heard screaming.

Well, the whole neighborhood
heard screaming.

I told you.
I didn't need your help.

I'm going to go
get a croissant.

My baby.
That monster killed my Chachi.

I'm so sorry, I'm confused.
Are we talking about
a real baby?

Because if that's the case,
oh, my God, but if not,
it's a dog.

For God's sake, Joaquin,
show a little respect.

It's Joaquim with an M.

I don't mean to be rude, Pete,
but your dog only barked
at Jews.

And brown people,
no carbs for you.

There's something
out there.

Probably just a coyote.

Or a possum, hon.

Those are scary, huh?

No!

I'm so sorry
for your loss, Trish,

but everything in these woods
eats little dogs.

-I can't get on the internet!
-Calm down.

What do you think, Dr. Ellis?

Hi.

Uh, it's a little too early
to tell, Mrs. Sherman,

mainly because I literally
don't know what's going on.

Hi, everyone.
I'm Dr. Ellis, Jane.

I'm here to stop the pipeline.

A prominent environmentalist
who's staying here with us.

-Oh, Dr. Ellis. I got your--
- Oh, my God.

The power's out, like,
everywhere.

Oh, no.

Our poor Chachi
left us this morning.

Come here. Oh.

-Sorry, Trish.
-I'm sorry, too.

Okay, everyone.

I'm gonna go to town and get
the backup generators going,

log Chachi's death,
and get you back
on the internet.

-

Oh, my goodness. What now?

-Jeanine!
-Yeah.

You got to let us in.
Our shitter's broke.

Hey, yo, just so you know that
the streets is all storm-fucked.

Storm-fucked.

-What did she just say?
- I think he said...

-Storm-fucked.
-Yeah.

I'll be right back.

Oh.

Heavens to Betsy.

Heavens to Betsy.

What is...?

Holy sh--!

Ranger, you look like
you just seen a corpse.

You're right.

Uh... the roads are effed.

-Yeah, we just said that.
-Yeah, no shit, dummy.
We said it.

And something's wrong
with the generator.

Which generator?

-All of them.
-Wait, what?

-What does that mean?
-Looks like somebody went
at them with a knife.

-What the hell
do you mean a knife?
-

Is that
what killed my Chachi?

Might we put
the horror leash away?

What kind of animal
is smart enough to go slashing
all the generators,

but stupid enough to eat
your stupid Chachi?

-You're over the line, Wolfson!
-Use your inside voice!

I'll use whatever voice I want!
Maybe I'll use my outside voice!

Okay, well,
if the power grid is out,

it's gonna take
at least a week
for the power to get back up.

-A week?
-Uh, also, there's a dead body
under your porch.

I didn't want
to leave him on the...

So I left him on the table.

Aw, shit.
That's your husband, ain't it?

Didn't get to Belize
after all, huh, Dave?

-Ugh!
-This is definitely a canine.

-How do you know?
-Probably a wolf.

What are you, like,
a wolf detective now, Marcus?
I don't think so.

He's right.
The leg muscles
have been severed.

That's how canine's
immobilize their prey.

Accurate assessment
for a gas man.

Well, I used to do a little
brown bear hunting in Siberia.

It's a beautiful animal.

Yo, lady,
you a wolf detective, though?

Really good, Marcus.
Close, no.

-She studies animals...
-No, thanks.

A teetotaler?
Suit yourself.

Well, I'd-- I'd take some
if you'd be so kind.

- I would be.

What happened to Dave?
It's just so awful.

Anyway, um, lady doctor,

do you think what got Dave
also got my Chachi?

If you'll excuse me,
I need to go compare
these fur samples.

Peter.

He don't stink 'cause
he froze up.

-Maybe we should just
take it inside.
- Yeah.

-That's really disgusting.
- Now one body,
there's two bodies.

Nothing's gonna
get down that mountain
but a snowplow.

Does Beaverfield
have a snowplow?

Fuck, yeah, we do.
- Good.

I just need that starter
and fuel injector I ordered.

Oh.
- Oh, there's
a wild animal out there

and I don't wanna say it
out loud,

but who knows who or when
it's going to kill next?

When she's going to kill next.

-I do not find that funny.
-Hey, hey, hey.

It's a little funny.
-I have an idea.

This Flint guy,
he's an expert hunter, right?

-Oh, yeah.
-You could say that.

-Well, maybe
we pay him a visit--
-Kill the damn thing?

Actually, I was going to say,
maybe h-he could trap it?

You can't go
by yourself, man.
That psycho, he's nuts.

-You could come with me.
-No, I'm good.

Anyone else?

We're trying to have
a baby.

And my husband is dead.
- And Chachi also.

Cecily?

He can probably only
eat one of us at a time.

Uh...

If we had some snowshoes,
we'd be killing this walk.

We get it, you love snowshoes.

Yeah.
Thanks for coming with me.

It's really...
really cool of you.

Cool? Is it cool of me
in like "a friend way
cool of me"?

Or is it cool of me
in like "a girl you almost
make out with,

but then don't because
your ex-girlfriend calls"
cool of me way?

-Look, last night--
-No, Finn, it's fine.
You're not over your ex.

Let's not make
a thing out of it.

Well, no, you're wrong.
You know?

Last night was
very, very big for me.

In like a sad way 'cause
you were with the wrong girl?

No, because I was
with the right girl.

One who's smart and beautiful.

True.

And interesting.

I'm listening.

Look, I blew it, okay?

There's no denying that.

And it's not because
I love Charlotte still.

It's because--
I don't know why.

Finn, you're
a really likable guy,
and that's great.

A lot of people like you.

Not to sound
too heteronormative,
but maybe Charlotte's right.

Maybe you should man up,
you know?

Grow a beard,
hair on your chest,

chug a beer,
yell at someone smaller
than you.

I don't know,
yell things like, "Respect me."

I don't know what men do.
I try not to hang out
with them much.

You do realize that we are
prepared to double the offer?

I don't care
if you triple the offer.

We moved up here for scenery,
not your construction scheme.
No.

And scenery
requires having a forest,
which you don't F up.

Well, you're really
effing up our people's dreams.

Yeah, well,
too bad, Pete.

Shit, I guess Trish
don't get her craft store, huh?

Craft store?
What about our freaking
money?

I don't know.
- Go ask. Ask.

Yo, P-Parker, so Gwen and I,
we want money.

Oh, sorry, Marcus,
if the vote ain't unanimous,
no one gets nothing,

unless you can convince
your neighbors otherwise.

Are you deaf?
We are not going to sell.

-Sorry, neighbors.
- You both suck.

I suck?
- You don't belong here!

You're liberal
snowflakes.

Y'all city slickers suck.

-Yeah.

You got everything
you, um, need, Doctor?

Dr. Ellis-- do I call you Doctor
or Dr. Jane or...?

Jeanine,
I have everything I need.

Thank you so much
for letting me set up shop here.

Okay.

-You got enough power?
-Yep. I work in the woods.

-I've got some batteries.
-Okay, okay. Oh.

-Jeanine?
-Okay.

I'm going to find out
what killed your dead husband.

I have excellent samples,
and I'm going to get answers
for you.

Uh, okay.

-Do you want me to knock or...?
-No, I got it.

-Are you scared?
-No.

-'Cause I can hear your tummy.
-I'm not.

-Are you?
-No, I'm punk.

-You're in a punk band?
-I was in high school, yeah.

We were called Megalodons
'cause our lead singer's name
was Meg.

-That's so cool!
-I know. I played--

Either of you care
to illuminate

what the hell happened
to my generator?

Uh, so...

In conclusion,

what we're asking is that
you track this thing down and--

Kill it?

-No.
-Okay.

Thank you for your time.
You've made yourself clear.

We're just going to
get out of your beard.

Mr. Flint, I understand
that you're proud of being
tucked away

in the outskirts of this town,

but, you know, you're still
a part of this town.

This thing is killing people
in the place where you live,

and the people of this town,
everybody's going,

"How the-- How the heck

are we going to get rid
of this monster?"

You know what? Everybody,
every single one of them,

they all voted for you.

-It was really led by you.
-Cecily.

Don't touch that, please.

-Mr. Flint, Emerson.
-Emerson Flint.

People are afraid,
and, you know, no matter
what their differences are,

people deserve to feel safe.

I guess what we're asking
is that you...

you be a good neighbor,
you know?

Like Mr. Rogers.

-Hey, I love him.
-Yeah.

-Mr. Rogers, huh?
-Yeah.

Who's that?

Hmm?

It was all Jeanine's story,
you know,

Dave running off
and whatnot.

Welcome to Beaverfield.
Population: bunch of liars.

What are you suggesting,
Mrs. Anderton?

Pete,
you and Dave were tight.

Did he ever say anything
about going to Belize?

Nope, but you know
what's weird?

Jeanine's against
your pipeline, Mr. Parker,

but Dave was really excited
about it.

Mm-hmm.
-Huh.

Wait, y'all aren't saying
that--

We just don't know
for sure, now, do we?

Shit. You know what
I can't get out of my head?

Language.
-Tell me.

All of the generators
are just conveniently mangled
by some animal?

-Fuck off.
- Language.

Somebody did this,
a legitimately maladjusted
somebody.

Mm, I don't know.
Dr. Ellis did say
it was an animal.

-I mean, there was
all those hairs.
-Mm.

Well, we definitely have
some unknown knowns
and some known unknowns.

What's known is that
animals don't sabotage
generators,

but guess what is covered
in hair and totally can?

No. No. Again, I wasn't--
I wasn't going to say that.

I was going to say...

Emerson Flint.

"It's a Beautiful Day
in the Neighborhood"?

King Friday?

He's a man that plays
with puppets, you know?

-The land of make-believe?
-I don't think so.

Mr. Flint, I'm convinced
this thing is going to kill
again, and--

Finn.

Chachi.

-Oh, my God.
- I know, I know.

I'm not your man. Get out.

Understood. Uh...

We're probably
just going to head back
to the Inn, save some lives.

-Make a soup.
-Mm-hmm.

I'd die for one
of Jeanine's sandwiches.

I don't want to die.
-I don't want to die either.

-That would be terrible.

Oh, gosh.
-We have to just push.

-Is it jammed?
-You want to leave?

-Uh...
-It's fine.

It's not opening.
I'm going in both directions.

You go ahead, please.
Don't. Spare me.

Oh, please don't.
Oh, please!

-Please don't
bother with the lock.
-Spare me .

I couldn't do that
myself?

I could have gotten that
myself.

But I appreciate it.

-He's definitely the murderer.
-Keep your voice down,
be normal.

-Hurry! Get warm.
-What happened?

What did he say?
-Emerson killed Chachi.

What?

Hold on a minute.
We don't know that for sure,
Cecily.

Does that mean he killed Dave?
Does that mean he killed
my husband?

He had Chachi's collar.

-She does this a lot.

That's the collar.

That bastard man.

-Okay, okay! Shh!
It's all right. It's all right.
-Peter!

She's just happy
to have some closure,
and now we finally got it.

-It's Emerson.
-

-Chachi just got his wings.
Dave, too.
- Sorry, Trish.

Hey, Jeanine, what do you say
we open up a nice bottle
of wine, huh?

-No!
- Okay.

Oh! Uh-- Uh, okay.

-Well, maybe not that one, Pete.
-You want some, Gwen.

You're not one to turn away
a spicy red.

Why you fuckin'
touch my ass?!
- Whoa, okay.

Keep your hands to yourself,
or I'll cut them off.

Must be
that time of the month.

Don't touch
my wife's ass.

Can I make anybody
a sandwich?

I'll take one.
- No, you won't.

Me, I want one.

-Oh, my God,

that was an absolutely
horrible sound you made.

Dr. Ellis, are you okay?

Did you find the answers now?
That was fast.

I compared the DNA
samples.

The hairs from both
Dave's body

and Chachi's little outfit
are a match.

Everything about this predator
is unorthodox.

It's not human.

It's canine, but there are
no matches in the database.

I'm going to keep
running tests, but for now,

what I can tell you
is I don't know what
this thing is.