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And since we are representing
a greedy-ass corporation,

we might want to think about
filing a peremptory challenge.

Don't think about it. Just

do it.

How they were even a
firm before they hired me

is a mystery that will haunt
me to the end of my days.

Well, we agreed

- work was off-limits, remember?
-.

Hey, you don't see
me grading papers.

I just want to make
sure that I don't

return to the shambles
of my case on Monday.

And we're not technically
at the campsite yet, so...

Well, just keep your
eyes on the road, please.

You're gonna drive us off
a cliff before we even get

our first mosquito bite.

You know, you said you were
gonna be positive about this.

I said that 'cause I love you.

And we're not technically at
the campsite yet, remember?

Mm.

Uh, also,

4,000 years of progress happened

so we wouldn't have
to sleep in the woods.

We're not just
"sleeping in the woods."

This is about
experiencing nature,

about getting outside
our comfort zones.

Exactly.

You know the word for
"outside your comfort zone"?

"Uncomfortable."
Here you go, honey.

Hey, honey, can you
not lick your fingers?

Use the straw.

What do you say, buddy?

You excited to go camping?

I want TV.

Wow. Tough jury.

How far back are we?

Oh, right up next to the forest.

Great. So we won't wake anyone
up during the bear attack.

Now... just sit back

and watch a master
outdoorsman at work.

One, two, three.

Can I see?

One more time?

Can I see one more time?

Oh, yeah, buddy. You see this?

Oh, my gosh. Daddy's
making us a potty.

He's making us a potty.

More, more, more.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Yes.

Mmm.

You're feeling it, aren't you?

The wine? Yes.

For me, it starts in
the back of my neck.

- Mm.
- When I actually let go of all the bullshit

and realize I'm
finally relaxing.

I, uh...

I think it might be
night-night time.

- I think it's tent time.
- Uh-oh.

Night-night time!

You ready, little guy?

You ready... sweetheart?

Oh.

Let's give Daddy a kiss, okay?

Mwah!

Who wants to go in the
special sparkle cave?

- Go night-night.
-.

Ooh!

He's so cute.

Yeah.

I'm officially glad we came.

- Mm.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

I, um... I definitely
think we should come back.

You know, in, like, ten years.

What was that?

It's just something
else to ignore

while I rip your clothes off.

Mm.

Mm.

One, two, three.

- I think that's the...
-.

Good morn...

No one talk to me.

Oh, God, I need caffeine.

- -You want this?
- And it can swim upside down

- and stuff.
- Ooh.

Take this. Ah.

Hey, bud.

Can you hold one
more thing for me?

This is my Boy Scout compass.

You be careful?

- Sure.
- All right.

All right. Let's do it.

Let's go.

Do you like to
hold it like this?

Or you want to
hold it like this?

Oh.

There you go.

Hmm.

Buddy?

I don't know where he is.

Buddy?

- Boo!
- Oh!

Hmm.

If my name were Jacob,
where would I be?

I don't know.

- Boo!
- Oh!

That was a good one, bud.

Hey.

Don't run off too far.

Jacob?

Boo!

Jacob?

Jacob. Come on, buddy.

What are you doing?

Jacob?

Jacob, come out right now!

Jacob?!

Jacob!

Jacob?!

Jacob!

Jacob!

- Jay! Jay. Where's Jacob?
- I can't find him.

- What?
- I can't find him anywhere.

He was here, we were playing,
and then he was gone.

- What are you talking about?
- I can't find him anywhere.

What? Jacob! Jacob!

- Jacob!
- Jacob! Come on out!

- Jacob!
- Come on out. It's okay.

- Jacob!
- ♪ ♪

Jacob! Jacob!

Jacob?

Jacob!

Gantz?

That's me.

Bob Birch. We need to talk.

And you need to fuck off.

Tell Zeigler he can kiss my ass.

I'm staying until
my lease is up.

Ho-Hold on, hold on.

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

I'm here because I have
information about your son.

Guess some tenants found out
who I am and don't want a guy

who maybe killed his kid
living in the building.

They slash my tires,

leave messages on my phone,

slip love letters
under the door.

Only reason you're
standing here is

you don't look like a reporter.

I'm a hunter.

I lead tours up in the woods.

Mostly bankers trying
to find their balls.

They shoot a bear,

go home feeling like Iron Man

and continue
fucking people over.

You must be proud of yourself.

Don't you want to
know why I'm here?

Guess I'm just putting
off the disappointment.

You're about the 200th person
who's come about my son.

I talk to all of 'em.

Psychics. Amateur detectives.

Plain crazy.

Which category you fall into?

- Eyewitness.
-.

Every spring, I hang camera
traps around the park.

Keep track of game.

What's this?

This photo was taken last week,

in the deep back.

Ain't no campgrounds or trails

around there for miles.

What the fuck are you
trying to tell me?

When he disappeared,
your son was carrying

an old Boy Scout compass,
ain't that right?

Well, I found this

where the camera
trap photo was taken.

- Who are you?
- I told you.

I'm a hunter.

Look at the photo.

That boy is about the same age
your son would be right now.

You think that's a coincidence?

You said my son was taken.

Mm.

The past 15 years,

that whole area of the
park's been overrun

by illegal pot farms.

Pot farms?

These are bad folks,

some tied to the cartels.

And you're saying these
people took my son?

It ain't exactly news

that the cartels use kidnapping
to get what they want.

And some of these

people

they're tied to trafficking.

Now, hold on.

All I know is that that photo
was snapped where they operate.

Now, I'm offering
to take you there,

find out if I'm right.

Why?

What do you want?

Expenses.

Nothing more.

The growers, on the other hand

that's a different conversation.

I know how it sounds,

but the man isn't
even asking for money.

No. He just wants $10,000
for one of these drug people.

He has a contact
with the growers.

He thinks if we pay
him, he may open up

and tell us what he knows.

It's a scam, Jay.

It...

It's so obviously a scam.

I can't believe you came
all the way down here

to put me through this again.

'Kay, will you at least
look at the photo?

No, I will not look at the...

I cannot keep having my
heart ripped out over

and over and over.

Every time we think
there's a chance,

every time, it turns
out to be nothing.

Please just let me live my life.

You call this a life?

Selling these boxes?

Well, I can't teach,

so I have to do
something. I do this.

You need to find something.

I need to find our son.

He's gone, Jay!

He's gone. He-he got lost,

and drowned or froze to death

or an animal ate him.

Maybe it's a scam and
maybe I'm an idiot, but I

can't ignore this.

And I don't have the
money, Addy. I...

- I need your help.
-.

Goddamn you, Jay.

Goddamn you.

Let me show you something, boss.

It's known as the Malvados.

It's where the trail
cam photo was snapped.

It's a good ten klicks from
here, mostly off trail.

Need to be at the growers'
camp before sunset

or we're in the shit.

Let's go.

What's Rob think of all this?

Uh, we split up. So, actually,
if you really want to know,

it's none of your business, Jay.

Okay. I just, uh...

Haven't seen you in a year
and wanted to catch up.

He wanted to start a family.
That's what happened.

Oh.

I'm... old-fashioned.

I believe in one
family per lifetime,

and I already had mine.

Maybe that was our mistake.

We should have
tried for another.

You talk like I didn't want to,

like I'm the one who
asked for the divorce.

You didn't have to ask.

It was in every look,

every word you said,

every word you didn't say,

wanting it to be my fault.

I never blamed you, Jay, ever.

Not once. You just...

You needed to believe I did.

You needed to sink into
your little pit of hell

and-and punish yourself.

And where you went, there
wasn't room for anyone else.

Do you think I wanted
the last ten years?

- Well, you surely didn't want anything else!
- Hey. Hey.

This ain't no fucking
marriage retreat,

and I sure as hell
ain't Dr. Phil.

You can work out
your shit later.

We need to keep moving.
Come on, buddy. Come on.

Great plan, Jay.

We're coming up on
the ranger station.

Guy who runs this here's a
couple rounds shy of a clip.

Not so much a park ranger
as some kind of weird,

fucked-up Boy Scout.

If possible, avoid conversation.

We can fill up here.

Come on. We got to check
in or he'll get squirrelly.

- Thanks.
- Awesome.

Thanks. Guess I'm the, uh

water girl.

Goddamn. We're in luck.

What?

Nothing.

G'day.

Where you folks headed?

We're just, you know...
just hiking the trails.

Me and my...

You know, just getting
out of the city.

Just hiking the
trail, huh, Birch?

Yeah. Just running
another tour, Stan.

Take 'em down the valley.

If there's time,
go see the falls.

The valley.

Falls.

Bullshit.

Am I right?

Yeah.

- You're right.
- Mm-hmm.

We're here to find our son.

- Your son.
- Yep.

You know who we are, don't you?

Recognize you from the news.

Well, we have reason to believe
that our son's still alive.

We're headed up
into those hills.

Malvados.

Jesus Christ, Birch.

What are you telling
these people?

Look, the Malvados is
nowhere you want to go.

We know about the growers.

I'm not talking
about the growers.

There are things
in those canyons

a million times worse
than the growers.

What?

What's in the canyons?

This is what I was afraid of.

We don't have to listen
to this. Let's go.

No, I'm sorry.

I want to hear. I
want to hear this.

There's nothing to hear, honey.

It's a bunch of bullshit.

Hey, boss.

Let's not do this.

I was here, in this station,

the day your son went missing.

You were?

I'd only been in the
country a couple of months.

Didn't know if I
wanted to stay, but

after that night,

I knew I could never leave.

The helicopters,
the search parties

they were everywhere. Thought
it might have been a bear

spooked by the commotion.

But then I saw differently.

I asked myself,

who or what was walking
around my ranger station

with feet like that?

Well.

I got part of an answer.

Wait.

So you're saying

whatever this thing was, it was

was carrying our son?

Well, I can't legally
say what it is that I saw

or what it was carrying, but...

I know I saw something.

Something you don't
want to mess with.

Yeah. Well, thank
you for telling us

what you legally can't say,

but I think we've heard enough.

We should get going.

Addy, we can't buy into this.

- Your husband's right.
- He's not my husband anymore.

I don't care.

We are racing the night.

We either move right now

or we go back the way we came.

You understand?

STAN Be smart.

Go back the way you came.

Told you that Aussie's crazy.

He has no reason to lie to us.

I'm not saying he's lying.
I'm saying his Wheaties

have been in the milk too long.

So, what, the story he told us,
you... think he imagined it?

What do you think?

Uh, I think a lot of
weird stuff happened

the night my son went missing.

Stuff no one ever
wanted to talk about.

Like the deer I found
hanging from the tree.

Deer?

It was cut open,
stuck from a tree.

Ooh.

It looked like
some kind of sign.

And then those
sounds we heard...

Goddamn it. Look.

I have been hunting

these woods for 20 years,

and I've never seen nothin'
that I couldn't explain.

I never heard anyone else talk

about something they
couldn't explain except

for Ranger fuckin'
Crocodile Hunter back there.

You believe him, honey,

you're just as fucking
crazy as he is.

Hey, don't talk
to her like that.

- It's okay, Jay.
- No, no, no.

Don't fucking talk
to her like that.

Hold on.

Oh, my God.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Birch, what the fuck

- happened here?
-.

Just give me a second.
Just shut the fuck up!

What in the holy
fuck happened here?

It's got to be the
cartel or a rival cartel.

These people are always
killing each other.

That's got to be... what it is.

Okay, so...

- Jay. Jay.
- What do we do?

I'm thinkin'.

Well, is there any, um

is there anyone else

anyone else who could help us?

Help us?

Yeah, find out about our son.

Your son?

Yes. Our son!

The whole reason we're here!

Where's our fucking son, Birch?

People,

I don't have the first clue

where your son is. Never did.

And that photo I showed you

that was my nephew.

I shot that in the backyard.

And the-the compass,

I bought that at the
Salvation Army store

and dirtied it up.

Yeah, you wanted our money.

I needed that fucking money.

And so I made a deal with these

poor fucks.

I get the ten grand, and
then they make you disappear.

And then, in return, they
get your credit cards

and your ATM cards and
then I go back and I say

we got separated
and-and then I lost you.

And everybody,
everybody makes out!

- You son of a...
- Jay!

I have to do this.

I don't want to do this.

But I can't just let
you walk out of here.

Down on your knees.

- Fuck you.
- Get on your knees!

No. No.

Fine.

Have it your way.

I told you I was gonna
reunite you with your boy.

And now you're gonna see him.

Oh, shit.

Come on, come on. Get up.

You can get up. Come on.

Come on, you.

Keep going. Come on.

- Jesus Christ.
- Come on, Jay.

The hell happened to you?

He's been shot.

- Okay, hold on.
- Sure, sure. Okay.

Okay.

Hey. Yeah, right here.

Where the hell's Birch?

Birch is dead.

- Well, saw that coming.
- Um, careful.

Yikes.

- At least it's through and through.
- What?

- Would you please just help my husband?
-.

It's basically a scratch.

Crack on, then.

Tell me everything
that happened.

Oh, Jesus.

I'm gonna throw up. I feel sick.

Do that later, please.

Right now, I need
to know everything.

We, um... we went
to the place where

uh, where Birch said
the drug people were.

And-and, when we got there,

they were all dead.

Every one of 'em

was ripped apart.

As if by an animal.

And he said he was, um, he
was lying to us about our son

and that he-he was

he was trying to scam
us out of our money.

- Keep going.
- He was gonna kill us.

- Shoot us.
- Prick.

One of the bodies, it

it wasn't dead. It-it, uh

it attacked Birch. It...

- It bit his neck.
-.

All right, folks.

Do you know if
they followed you?

I don't think so.
I don't think so.

I think the gun scared 'em off.

If they didn't come after you,

it wasn't 'cause you had a gun.

Keep pressure on that.

What is out there?

What are those things?

Looks quiet.

I don't think they're coming.

Who's coming?

And don't say fucking Bigfoot,

because that wasn't any Bigfoot

that ripped out Birch's throat.

- -You're better
off not knowing.

Can't tell you even
if I wanted to.

Not allowed.

Not allowed?

Those are the rules.

- Rules?
- What are you, a fucking parrot?

Hey, man. Fuck you
and your rules.

- Jesus Christ. -Okay, Jay...
- Get his shotgun.

- What? I...
- Just go take his gun.

Take it from him.

I don't know how many
bullets are left in this gun,

but, I swear, I will pump
you full of 'em to find out.

Give her the gun.

- You ever held a gun before?
-.

We've been lied to a
lot today, Mr. Ranger,

but, I swear, somebody
will tell us the truth

before the sun comes up.

I want to know everything

you say you can't tell us.

Fine.

They're not Bigfoot.

Bigfoot is a fairy tale
compared to these things.

In my country, they
call it the yowie,

but that's bullshit, too.

Uh...

You really want to
know everything,

I need to open that.

Go ahead.

Believe me when I tell you,

I was only brought
onto this two years

after your son went missing.

It's a little slice of American
history that's guarded,

like the Manhattan Project.

And that's this.

Your national park system

wasn't created to preserve
the country's natural beauty.

What was it created for?

To keep Americans from things
that would kill and eat 'em.

Go on.

Take a look.

I call them Feral Nation.

They're a subpopulation
of humans that live

in the deep woods, like animals.

History and old
newspaper articles,

they were known as wild men.

That was grafted onto
the Bigfoot myth.

Lot of Bigfoot sightings
are these things.

You said "eat them."

These things... eat people?

Yeah, whenever they
can, they go cannibal.

Okay, why are

why do they look like this?

Inbreeding.

Genetic mutations over decades,

- maybe hundreds of years.
- I don't understand.

Why did you lie to
us? Why did you say

it was Bigfoot?

I never said Bigfoot. You did.

- But you did say hundreds of years.
-.

Well, some think the
ferals have been here

since the Vikings
landed in Newfoundland.

I think that's
pretty farfetched.

If you ask me, I think
they're descendants

of the old mountain men
who never came down out

of the mountains.

Or maybe they're
Civil War soldiers

who never surrendered
after the war.

Hell, maybe they're just
normal people who checked out,

had enough of the world.

There are pockets of these
things in every national park.

Over 2,000 people have vanished
from the parks over the years.

The-the government just
knows all about this

and-and keeps it a secret?

Oh. Governments need
their citizens to believe

they're in control.

Plus, the national parks
generate billions of dollars

in revenue every year.

It's capitalism, baby.

I mean, if people knew
there were feral cannibals

running around,
attendance might drop off.

Instead, the government
chooses containment.

Containment.

The day your son went missing,

you notice anything weird
about the search teams?

Yeah.

When the police were
searching the woods,

there was a group of soldiers.

They told us that it
was an Army Ranger unit

attached to the
California National Guard.

Yeah, they were supposed to
be helping with the search,

but they went into the
woods and never came out.

It was like they were
running their own operation.

They were.

And it wasn't to find your son.

Whenever there's an incident,
these units are called in

for population control.

Find and kill as many of
the ferals as possible.

Those soldiers weren't
on a rescue mission

they were on a hunt.

This is crazy. I

I can't believe this.

I was on one of those sweeps.

Was there 'cause I was
familiar with the area.

So I can personally
tell you they happened.

Though they didn't always
go according to plan.

Soldiers can be cocky bastards.

Sometimes they'd
forget they weren't

- dealing with animals.
-.

They were dealing
with something else.

Go, go!

Not everyone in those
sweeps came back alive.

But, for the most part,

we gave 'em more than we got.

Okay, so you're
saying that our son,

he was taken by these
things, and they...

If it's any consolation,
the things responsible

didn't make it through the day.

Oh, boy.

Can I have my gun
back now, please?

Oh.

Yeah.

Sorry.

All right, I'm gonna
get on the GMR,

get someone out here to
take you to a hospital.

- GMR?
- The radio.

These things are moving

into areas they're
not supposed to be.

And now you're telling
me about this massacre.

Sure, I mean, maybe it's the
growers that have 'em riled up.

Or the drought.

Maybe it's two grieving parents

walking into their
territory with a moron. But

whatever it is,

it's my fucking duty to
call in for another sweep.

Oh. By the way

try and go public with
this and I'll deny it.

People will believe me.

Everyone trusts a park ranger.

KC Region 12 to INF
Forest North. Come in.

You were right.

And I was wrong. Again.

- I almost got us killed.
-.

Brought this all back around.

Well

at least we know what happened.

Would have been
better not to know.

I'm sorry for everything.

For Jacob,

this,

pushing you away.

I wanted you to blame me.

I wanted to... punish myself,

so I destroyed

the best thing I ever had.

Us.

KC Region 12 to INF
Forest North. Come in.

This is Forest
North. Go ahead, KC.

- Forest North, we got a situation here.
-.

We're gonna need a...

Jay.

- Oh, my God! Jay.
- Fuck!

Stay back!

What the fuck?

Jay.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Stay back!

- Jay.
- Shit.

No. No.

Please wait. What.

No!

- Jay. Jay, no, come on, let's go.
-.

Come on, Jay!

Jay, faster. Come on.

No!

Come on.

Jay.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

- Boo!
- Oh!

Hi, Jacob.

Jacob.

Boo?