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[projector whirring]

- I won't be needing these anymore.

- You're so bad. An exhibitionist, even.

- You bet I am. Come on. It's sexy.

- Okay, stud, let's do it.

But I don't want any ants.

- Ants are a part of the experience.

Besides, I thought you liked being bitten.

[growls]

- [chuckles] God, you're so weird!

It's like you've been planning this for days.

- Days? Baby, I've been planning this for years.

Ever since prom night,

when I first saw your pretty little bunny face.

- [giggles] [gasps] - My bun-bun. [chuckles]

- You're so out of control!

- Come on, baby. It's our anniversary!

We're out here under the big moon, the Buck Moon.

It makes you feel like a wild animal, doesn't it?

[growls] Come on. Let me in.

- Okay, then.

- Mm. - [giggles]

- [whispering] Oh, man... Mm.

- Oh, you are ready! [giggles] - Yup.

- Is this like some fantasy of yours?

- [growls]

- Oh, God, you're so weird.

- [chuckles]

[moaning]

[grunts]

Oh, baby, you're so fine. You're so frickin' fine!

- [moans] Slow! Slow... - Okay.

[moaning]

- I fucking love you.

- [moaning] I love you.

- [screams]

- What is it?

- [roars]

- [ominous eerie music] - Derek?! Derek?

[whimpers] [screams]

[sparse eerie music]

[distant TV broadcast]

[cars passing by]

[water dripping]

[gulping]

- That it, Charley? You're outta here?

I was starting to think you were staying forever.

- No, no, Martha, I just needed a spot for the month.

Thanks for everything.

- Sure. You could just drop them in the cans down there.

- You're the best. - Gonna miss you.

- Got a couple of recyclables in here.

- Same cans; goes to the same place.

- Aw, don't tell me that. - Get real.

- One of these days, Martha.

- Hey, did you see this?

Hammond says he knows who killed those kids down in Kenoza Field.

Says it was a Mexican.

- Can I see that?

- Keep it. I got a stack. No one reads the paper anymore.

[eerie pensive folk music]

- At the tone, please record your message.

When you have finished recording,

you may hang up or press 1 for more options. [beep]

- Earl! Rise and shine, brother!

All right, I'm heading over. Uh...

I gotta make a couple of quick stops,

and then I'll be there.

This is it, man! I hope you're ready.

**

Uh, that's funny. That's funny.

Hey, Biggs.

- Hi, Charley. Long time! - Yeah.

- You know, that, uh--

that woman Kate's been looking for you.

- Yeah, don't I know it. [clears throat]

- Big-city lawyer, right?

- Mm-hm, yeah. Doesn't mean she pays on time.

- Something about her shed, her old shed.

- Yeah, yeah, I know. Is, uh-- is Hammond here?

- Not yet.

- You know what time he's coming in?

- He's not gonna wanna see you. - [chuckles] Yeah.

- You ladies gonna keep chatting?

'Cause I got work to do.

- Hold your horses, Ben. Thanks, Biggs.

- Thank you. Good seeing you, Charley.

- Pleasure.

- If I had horses, would I be doing this shit job?

- Mr. Hammond!

- Oh, what are you doing here? I thought you'd be long gone.

- Oh, I-- I just wanted to know what you think you're doing

publishing this op-ed in the paper about Miguel.

- Somebody has to show the people of this community

they're willing to speak up,

even if the chief of police will not.

- Why are you going after Miguel?

You know him. He's worked for you.

- Miguel was at the scene of a terrible crime.

- Yeah-- - That's a fact!

- He was a witness.

- Pretty far-fetched story, don't you think?!

Some monster out on the road?!

- Everyone in Talbot Falls

with half a brain knows exactly why you're going after Miguel.

- Miguel is a sleazy opportunist,

who wants his people to take over the workforce in this town.

- They're only here because you wanted cheap labor

to build your resort.

- If he's innocent, he'll be fine. - Mm-hm.

Well, I'm telling you by tomorrow morning,

you're gonna have proof Miguel

had nothing to do with those murders,

and it's gonna be very clear

that you were talking out of your ass.

- Why do you care about those people?!

You've got your own problems.

I had to fire your own team for not showing up!

- Fi-- You didn't fire us, we stopped coming in

because the impact study

said that the expansion was a bad idea,

that it would contaminate the groundwater

in the whole district!

- Those risks are completely overblown,

and so far down the pike that before any of them take effect,

we'll all be dead!

- I guess you're not planning on Sharon having kids, then.

- Not with you, anyway. That's all I care about.

Whoo...

You know,

I've been leafing through some of my father's papers

since he died.

Seems you two were...

you were really working the angles

with the courts there, weren't you?

Pulling all kinds of strings.

- Now, where did you get to be such

a self-righteous little shit?

I liked you better when you were painting and drunk.

- Yeah.

Yeah, me too.

- Yeah, well, you're not gonna do anything anyway.

You don't have your father's balls.

- Charley? - Oh, hey, Kate, it's-- yeah.

[clears throat] Yeah, it's Charley.

- Yeah, yeah, don't "yeah" me, Mister.

"I Must Have Left You Like Five Messages."

What's a girl gotta do to get her shed painted?

- Well, in fact, I'm-- I'm outside your place right now.

- What?

- Yeah, sorry, I'm-- I'm not trying to be creepy.

[chuckles]

- Well, actually, that is super creepy.

Should I be calling the cops?

Well, hello, there!

Thanks for finally getting back to me.

- All right, you got a few minutes to go through something?

- "Go through something?"

That's a hell of a pickup line, Charley

- I wish.

- This isn't gonna be about the shed, is it?

- No, um, I'm sorry, I can replace myself.

I can make a few phone calls-- - No, it's fine.

Tell me what's on your mind.

- Um...

Listen, I know you're a lawyer and...

I wanted to ask if you'd take a look at some of these papers

I found in my dad's estate about Jack Hammond.

- Hammond, the guy behind the Hilltop Resort project?

- Yeah, that guy.

Self-appointed mayor of this...

"Liberal-leaning" hamlet trying to rile up the locals

turning everyone against each other.

- Yeah, and?

- And my dad was Hammond's lawyer for years.

And there's stuff in this box...

that just seems questionable,

things that granted Hammond the right to build

and develop Peak Mountain skirting a bunch of--

of edicts that got the deal to go through.

- And you think your dad might have made a few compromises.

- [chuckling] Yeah. - Mm.

- I-- [chuckles]

He wasn't exactly the man his reputation made him out to be.

I wonder if the deal he made for Hammond was legit.

[sparse eerie music]

- Well, if you wanna delve deeper,

I can show you the way. - No, I'll be gone.

- Gone? What do you mean "gone?" Where are you going?

- I wanna... I just think that if--

if a sharp legal mind like yours could take a look that maybe...

someone could bring Hammond down.

- Bring him down?

- Yeah, look, I-- I'm an artist,

I don't know how everything works...

but I know a shady deal when I see one.

Okay, maybe that's what I got from my old man.

That and a taste for the booze.

- I can certainly take a look at the paperwork

and let you know what I find.

- He is such a corrupting force in this town.

I just-- I wanna see him behind bars.

- Yeah, usually doesn't happen like that.

- Yeah, I know.

- Some fines, maybe.

Developers build that into their budgets anyway.

- Whatever you think is right.

I-- I just wanted someone to speak up.

Thank you for, uh, taking a look, Kate.

I gotta go.

Late.

- Um, Charley?

I don't wanna state the obvious, but...

everyone knows you were hitched to Hammond's daughter.

Are you sure you're not just acting out?

I don't know, you seem a little...

wounded.

What's really going on with you?

- I can't say.

- [sighs] Hm. - Hm.

- [exhales deeply] - Oh.

I guess this wasn't a good idea.

- [chuckles]

No.

- Okay. But who the hell's gonna paint my shed, huh?

- [laughs]

- ...This is my spot. What's going on around here?

- It's just a delivery, man. - They're totally in the way!

- It's a delivery, man. They're gonna--

They're gonna move soon, man.

- No, but I-- I park here! - Hey, Santo!

I'm looking for Sharon. She inside?

- She's in the greenhouse, man. You want me to get her?

- No, no, no. No, I'm fine. I-- I know the way.

- [groans] - Hey, Bob. Excuse me.

Carry on

- [whispering] God, man...

Who's running this place, man?!

They're not supposed to be here!

- It's all right, man. Bye, then.

- Ah, man, what are you gonna do?

You're gonna do something about it?

You're gonna do something about it?

- Hello? Sharon? You in here?

Sharon?

- Hey. - Hey.

- What's up?

- Sorry, I'm late.

- Yeah, well, now I got stuff going on.

What's up? - Uh...

I just wanted to see you, say "So long."

- Haven't seen you for over a month.

Now, you come here to say "so long?"

- I was trying to give you space.

I know you're seeing whatever-his-name-is.

- [sighs]

- But anyway's, uh, I'm leaving, you know, for good.

- Leaving? Where are you gonna go?

- So, uh, I wanted to say goodbye.

- Excuse me, Miss Hammond. The trout guy outside.

- Thanks, Santo. Tell him I'll be right there.

- Hey, Santo. What was Bob going on about out there?

- Bob? - Bob, the--

that asshole with the truck

- He said he can park wherever he wants.

- I told him we had a delivery. It's okay.

- Sharon, look, I know I'm late, okay?

But... I just, uh--

I wanted to say... sorry about it all.

- [whispering] Charley...

- If you knew what it's been like, I...

- We're not gonna do this again.

I don't know what you expect from me.

I'm standing here talking to you like a friend.

You have problems that I can't even fathom.

But I put them behind me.

And I hope you can get yourself out as well.

Because these last few months...

- Well, if you mean me fighting with your father, then I'm s--

I'm sorry, but someone had to speak up about that, okay?

People need to speak up.

- Charley, I'm talking about me and you.

It's not about your fighting with my father-- - Okay.

- You know I have my own issues there. - Okay, okay, I get it.

I, uh-- I wanted you to have this.

- How many times are we gonna say goodbye?

- You gonna open it?

- I gotta go. Trout's calling.

- [sighs]

Yeah, okay.

Bye.

- Charley?

I know you're hurting.

I don't know how I can help you.

You gotta take care of yourself.

Stop punching at the world.

[curious jazzy folk music]

- ...3497, is not available.

At the tone, please record your message.

When you have finished recording,

you may hang up or press 1 for more options. [beep]

- Hey, Earl. Uh, sorry, man.

Day got away from me.

[chuckles] Yeah. Uh, I'm heading over now.

You better be home, man. Are you ready for this?

Shit. Okay, and, uh-- and just because I care,

I am gonna fill her up for you, all right?

All right, be there in 20 minutes, tops.

Stand by.

[pump whirring]

[eerie music]

[ominous music]

[groaning, heavy breathing]

[screams]

[eerie music]

[car approaching]

- Is anyone down there?

- Shit.

- Hey!

- Harry, right there!

- Are you all right?!

- [growls]

- Oh, God... Call 911.

It can't be good. Nobody's answering.

- Shit, the reception.

- Andy, just try! - Nothing.

Goddamn it. Harry!

There's nothing!

- Hello? - Jesus Christ, Harry.

Be careful!

- Hello?

- [growls]

- Is anyone there?

[panting]

- [growls]

- We're gonna help you.

Can you hear me?

Oh, God. Oh, God.

[thud]

[grunts]

- What is it, Harry?!

- [gurgles]

- Harry, what is it?!

- [roars]

- Fuck!

- [roars] - Jesus!

- [tires squeal] - [thud]

- [growls]

- [screams] No! No!

- [roars] - [thud]

- [roars] - [fighting sounds]

- That's what I'm saying. I'm-- I'm being full on.

Like, I-- I-- I'm the bad guy in this situation,

but this is my redemption story, you know what I mean?

And I'm gonna prove that you can trust me.

I would never leave you behind again.

You're my boy.

Like, I would never leave you behind.

I will never leave you behind. I love you

And if I ever disrespect you, tell me.

But I will never leave you behind, like,

on, like, some army shit, straight up.

On army shit, I will never leave you behind.

[door opening]

- You gonna do something?

You gonna do something about it? You gonna do something about it?

- All right... - You're not gonna do nothin' about it.

That's what I said.

- Bob, you get yourself all worked up over these things,

you're gonna blow a valve!

- [groans]

You know...

things aren't what they used to be.

- But what is, Bob?

And why are you going to Farm Stand?

They charge you 22 bucks for a ham and cheese!

- It's on the way.

- All right, well...

you just take care of that sweet Edith.

That's all that matters.

- [huffs]

- [chuckles] You hear that? - Yeah.

- It's a bear.

Yeah, Chet said that he-- he had a bear.

- Well, whatever it was, it was moving fast. - Yeah.

I got a shotgun in my cab.

I'm gonna get it, and I'm gonna scare it off. - No, no, no.

- I'm gonna scare it off. - Wait, I don't think that was a bear.

- You don't think that's a good idea?

- No, no. I don't think it's a bear.

- Scare off the bear?

You don't think it's a bear?

Maybe it's something else

Here, kitty! Here, kitty! Kitty kitty! Here, kitty!

- [laughs] - Here, kitty.

- Bob Kraus, you are wasted! - [laughs]

- I'll see ya, sucker!

- Well, I may be drunk, but...

in the morning I'll be sober,

and you'll still be ugly!

- [laughs]

Oh, man...

[truck starts]

[sparse ominous music)

[sighs]

- [growls]

[curious eerie jazzy folk music]

- Rembrandt here shouldn't be hard to find.

Looks like he was living out of his car.

- Well... unless the vehicle was stolen.

- You think?

- I can run the plates just to be sure.

- I'm thinking one driver in the car,

and this guy came down to help and got his face slashed off.

Pretty brutal way to greet a good Samaritan.

- Hey, boss.

There's a weird amount of hair

stuck in the door.

- Well, what do you think?

Could there have been an animal in there, too?

- Uh, I don't know, maybe a bear came and attacked 'em all?

- Why don't you leave the guesswork to me, Alice.

- You got it, Sherlock.

- Hey! Luis.

This one was climbing up the incline it seems,

then got whacked by the incoming,

which skidded out and ran into the ditch.

- Any prints? Anything we can use?

- We got prints from the car. We'll run those.

- No, any paw prints?

Anything around here that can explain the wounds

I got on that stiff?

- Nah.

- How about some coffee? We got that at least?

- Hey, look at this!

- What you got? - Cell phone.

- Does it work?

- Yeah, the screen comes up a photo of the dead guy...

before he got the facelift.

- So it's his?

Dropped it on the way down before getting whacked?

- No, I would say it belongs to the other guy.

Ran up the hill, dropped it, ran into traffic.

- He's got a picture of that guy on his phone?

Got it.

- Here you go.

- All right.

Let's get this stuff out of here,

get this road working again.

- All right! Let's clean it up!

- Alice?

This reminds me too much of those kids

that got mangled last month.

Know what I mean? - I was thinking the same thing.

- Think Hammond's gonna blame this on Miguel, too?

- I wouldn't put it past him.

- Feels like something rotten's going on in this town.

- [scoffs] You think?

[dramatic jazz music]

[sparse eerie music]

- [screams]

- [sighs]

[horn sounding]

- Hey, Charley! Is that you?!

- Steve! They got you here on a Sunday?!

- Yeah, they want all this stuff moved by tomorrow.

It's okay with me! Oh, rough night, Charley?

- [chuckling] Yeah. Does it show?

- Oh my God, shit yeah, man!

What are you doing here anyhow? Nobody's seen you for a month!

And heard that Hammond ran you out of town.

- Uh, you know... I had stuff.

- Yeah! Your-- your whole crew got laid off!

He said they were painting everything the wrong color.

Could that possible be true?!

- Stevie! Let me ask you something.

If you found out Hammond was lying

about those environmental studies,

would you still work here?

- You know, that's-- that's complicated.

- Well, what if you found out Miguel was getting paid

a lot less for the same amount of work as you guys?

- Well, that's-- that's just business stuff.

- [chuckling] Okay.

What if you found out that Hammond was fucking little kids?

How about that?

- [laughs] You're a funny guy, Charley.

But, uh... hey, everybody knows you're an artist and--

and you painted the school that time for free.

That was really cool, man.

But those white pants?

[dogs barking]

- I don't-- I don't understand.

- Yeah, it's real simple, all right? - Okay.

- The red button is to record. - Show me.

- There. - Okay.

- That recor-- Now, we're recording, all right?

- Okay. - Now, it's recording.

Everything we're saying is gonna on there. - Okay.

- There's the microphone. - Yeah.

- Okay? - Yeah.

- That-- - Here?

- Yeah. Straight up. - Yeah.

- So, listen. - Okay.

- When I'm talking to him, make sure you're--

you press record,

'cause we wanna get everything that he's saying-- - Okay.

- Because-- - Okay.

- He's-- bro, he's lying, bro - Yeah, yeah.

- So if we get evidence, that says he's lying... - Yeah.

[Latin music playing]

- Hey, Frieda.

Hey, what's up, little man?

Uh, is Miguel around?

- He's here. - Look!

How you doing? Oh, look at that!

- It's a horse - It's a horse!

- There's a horse over there!

- There's another one over there?

- Yeah! - Yeah?

- It's over there!

- [chuckles] It's over there? - Yeah, it's over there!

- Where's your-- where's your dad at?

- That's a horse.

- Oh, what's up, man? How you doing, Miguel?

- I'm good, Charley.

- Hey, you got a second to talk?

- Yeah.

- All right. - Come on.

Where you been, Charley?

- I've been around.

Just wanted to, uh, you know, check in on you,

see how you're holding up.

- Mm, todo bien, everything's good. - Yeah?

There's a couple of scary guys down the road.

You see 'em?

- Yeah, I seen 'em.

They got a lot of time to just sit there.

- You read that thing, uh, Hammond put in the paper?

- People have been talking about it.

I don't need to read it. I know Hammond.

- Yeah, well, now you got these two dipshits

up the road trying to intimidate everyone.

- I talked to the police when it first happened.

I told them everything I saw.

It's not my problem if they can't find who did it.

- Hey, be honest with me, man.

What'd you see that night?

- Hombre-lobo.

- [chuckles] I'm s-- I'm sorry, man,

but my Spanish isn't so good.

That...

I'm pretty sure that means "wolf man."

- Nobody believes me.

They all say it's a... Mexican superstition.

But I never seen hombre lobo in Mexico.

Only in American movies.

- [laughing] Come on, man!

You're messing with me.

- I saw a monster.

It was shaped like a man but it moved like an animal.

By the time it caught up to that girl,

she didn't have a chance.

I honked my horn and I yelled but...

he just finished her off...

and ran back into the woods.

That's when I called the cops.

It doesn't matter what Hammond says.

What happened to you anyway's, man?

You look bad.

- Mm. Thanks. No, I'm, uh-- you know.

I've got problems of my own, Miguel.

- Need a cerveza?

Cariño! Dos cervezas, por favor!

- I wonder, uh... maybe...

you guys should get out of town for a little while.

I'll worry about Hammond.

- I'm not scared of Hammond.

- Well, maybe you should be. - [sucks teeth]

- Before his pals show up here with pitchforks

- [scoffs]

Man, they don't know how to use pitchforks!

We know!

- True, true.

- Thank you. - Gracias.

- I tell you this: Hammond,

he wants to hunt me down and bring shame on my family.

He knows I have too much power in my people.

But he brought us all out here with the promise of jobs and...

and then he tries to cheat us.

And if he gets rid of me,

who's he gonna get to build his resort?

Huh?

White boys don't show up for his shit pay.

I mean, you show up, Charley...

[chuckles] but most don't.

Why you come here, Charley?

- I just wanted to make sure

you're staying out of trouble, man.

- Mm. Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, you know what's best, man

- [chuckles] - Right?

Charley... [sighs]

You got the haunt in you.

Can I help?

[sparse eerie music]

- Thanks for noticing, man. No, I'm okay.

I just wanted to say good luck.

I wish there was something more I could do.

- It's a tough country, but we all love it.

- Hah. [burps]

All right, so are you gonna give me a lift to town or what?

[burps]

- Huh? Th-- that's what you wanted?!

- Yeah. Nah, nah. No, no, but, uh...

Yeah, I got a long way to go and, uh, I can't be late again.

- You wanna go now? - I wanna go now.

I don't got a lot of time.

- What ever happened to that beat-up

white sedan you had, Charley?

Not that I mind driving you around. [chuckles]

- It's the last time, Miguel. It's the last time I ask, okay?

- Can I help you? - You're Miguel Lopez, right?

- Who's asking?

- What's up, dog?

There was another killing last night up on Bostock Road.

You know anything about that?

- Can't say that I do.

- Well, it was the same kind of mess as those kids in Kenoza

and I know you were there for that, so...

- Where were you last night?

- Look, if the Sheriff's got any questions for me,

he knows where to find me.

- What's up? You good?

- [clears throat]

- Where you goin', Lopez?!

- I got all of that.

- Jesus Christ, man!

- Where am I taking you?

- Just, uh, head towards town, all right?

Kate, hi, it's-- Yeah, yeah.

Uh... L-- listen, I-- I know it's soon,

but I wondered if you had a chance to look through

any of those, uh, papers?

If there's anything worth meeting about?

Uh, no, no, yeah, no, of course!

I-- it's a lot to go through but, uh, yeah,

I-- I wondered if, you know, out of the ones that I marked up,

if there was anything even a little weird at all that...

Of c-- look, I'm sorry to push,

Right. No, no, I, uh... [chuckles]

I didn't get away yesterday but, you know,

today's the day so I thought I'd check in.

Uh-huh.

Listen, I know--

I know if you find anything, you're gonna make it public.

Okay, bye, Kate.

Yeah, thanks.

So, uh... I guess I'm not going where I was going,

so this-- this'll do over here.

- You got it, boss.

- [sighs]

Thanks for the time today.

- Yeah.

- Miguel?

- Yeah?

- What do you really think you saw out there that night?

- You know what I saw, Charley.

[sparse ominous music]

[horn sounding]

[frenetic ominous music]

- Hey-ya, Charley! You need a lift?

- I'm okay, padre.

- Ah! [chuckles] I could sure use the company!

Come on!

[chuckles]

Well, hello, Charley.

- Hey, padre. - Long time, no see!

Uh, seatbelt, please.

[chuckles]

Where to?

- Uh, I'm just going down Wittenberg Road a couple miles.

- You got it.

How are you, Charley?

We haven't seen you around for a while.

Lots of tongues wagging in town, of course.

- [chuckles] Yeah, no doubt.

[sighs]

- If you need a confidante, I am here, Charley.

- I don't know, Father.

What I'm going through is almost too fantastic

for anyone to believe.

- [chuckling] Well...

now, I believe in an all-knowing, all-powerful God,

so I think I am pretty open to the fantastic.

[clears throat]

Haven't seen you since your father passed.

I'm sure that's been, uh, hard to process.

He was a tough nut to crack.

- Yeah.

He was much celebrated in the town, but I...

I suspect for a sensitive child he was, uh...

inaccessible.

- He was fine.

He just didn't get why I was painting, so...

made the last 20 years of communications a little awkward.

So?

- I've known you since you were a little boy, Charley.

I think you can admit it was hard growing up in his shadow.

- [sighs] Maybe.

- And maybe you knew things that went on at home

that weren't talked about.

- My mom left when she had to, okay?

It's no big deal.

- Leaving you with him. - Yeah, but I don't blame her.

I mean, it's--

that's all water under the bridge anyway, padre.

- It's okay to acknowledge trauma.

- That's not trauma.

Those are just my circumstances.

Everyone's got troubles.

- Look, I know your father never expressed any support

for your painting; I appreciate that.

But do you know...

he once gave me a canvas you'd done of a stream nearby?

It was very pastoral.

And he gave it to me as a gift.

He seemed to feel it had some...

spiritual heft, and it belonged in the rectory.

It's hanging there still.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I gave that to him.

It's of the-- a stream where we used to go fishing.

I thought he threw it away.

Um...

This-- uh, this is my road up here.

- Look, Charley, what-- - This is good. Just can--

can I-- can I get out? - Okay, okay.

Hey, look, Charley, Charley...

Are you okay?

- Absolutely not able to answer that, Father.

[chuckles]

What would you do if you only had hours left to live?

- Why are you talking like that, Charley?

Listen to yourself!

- Would you try to secure some sort of legacy for yourself?

Fight to the end for a bit of justice?

Or beg forgiveness from everyone you've done wrong?

- I can hear your confession, Charley.

If you have a weight on your conscience,

if you seek absolution.

But I can't absolve your sins if I don't know what they are.

- [chuckling] I don't think your bag of tricks

is gonna work for me, Father.

- Faith gives us the tools and the framework

to answer these questions, son!

- If what's happening to me is a part of God's divine plan,

then fuck Him!

- Cha-- Charley, Charley, okay.

If my way of thinking doesn't provide the guidance you need,

there are others who can help.

- Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I didn't mean to be rude, Pastor, okay?

I'm... You keep on keeping the faith.

It takes guts nowadays.

Anyway, you got a whole town to keep together.

Get outta here.

[jovial guitar strumming]

- [humming]

[singing]

[chuckles]

Charley boy, Charley boy!

I didn't hear from you after your message last night.

I got worried, man!

- It's good to see you, brother.

- Mm, you just smell like shit. - [chuckles]

It's been a long couple of days.

- Yeah? So? - [sighs]

- What happened to you last night?

- I don't remember.

I... I never can remember.

I wasn't in my car this morning, so that's bad.

You see anything on the news?

- Uh, I don't know, I was just watching an old movie.

What you... what you think happened?

- Nothing good, pretty sure.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Sit down, man. You're making me anxious.

- Mm.

What the hell you watching here, man?

That's making me anxious.

- Oh, this channel used to be about animals,

and now, it's about motherfuckers

fucking with animals.

- Did you do what I asked?

- Yeah! I did.

Wasn't your side of the deal

you were gonna give me your car, Charley?

Sounds to me like you showed up on foot.

- [sighs] You're better off, man.

That car was full of so much shit,

I saved you a trip to the dump.

- You know that's some ghetto-ass logic, right?

- What I'm gonna leave you with...

hell, you could sell it for a million bucks.

- If you say so. Here, pull up a chair.

Lemme show you what I got.

Now, first, I had to make my own bullets with this mold,

make sure those are nice and tight.

Then, I had to poke around for some real sterling silver.

Now, that shit was difficult.

But I came across this old dining ware set from the '70s

I had stashed in the back from some estate sale on Hurley Road.

I think it was, must have been five years ago.

But I knew these motherfuckers would come in handy one day.

Yep.

I melted them bad boys down and...

here we go.

Silver bullets.

Even made 'em hollow point for ya.

It was very, uh, Lon Chaney.

- [sighs]

These'll work in your gun?

- [chuckling] All my .44 mags, actually.

[chuckles]

This right here...

is your ticket outta here-- if this is... for real.

- You got anything to drink?

[sparse eerie music]

- Bottle on the piano, beer in the fridge.

- [sighs]

[clink]

- Ah. [sighs]

- So this is really how you want it all to end?

- Can't see another way, man. [chuckles]

[sighs]

- Tell me...

How'd it all come to this?

- [sighs]

I feel like it all started when my father died...

the 16th of May.

It was sudden, you know, unexpected.

It set off this weird chain of events.

- Mm-hm.

- [sighs] I had to go through all his stuff

and get his house ready to sell.

It was just boxes and boxes of papers.

I started to realize how... how mixed up in town politics

he'd been all these years, how...

he'd really been Hammond's legal henchman.

- Mm-hm. - All right, fine, I knew that, okay?!

- [chuckles] - I knew it, I knew it, but...

[sighs] Anyway's, whatever, I started drinking more.

You know, more than usual.

I was so pissed at my old man... - Mm-hm.

- At this whole town. - Mm!

- Fuck you, you smug bastard. - Mm? Mm?

[laughs]

- Anyway, that's when I started going up against Hammond--

you know, calling him out for all the bullshit up at Hilltop.

He's such a divisive prick,

pitting his own workers against each other.

There was a town meeting and I--

I made a big stink,

said we needed to open up the environmental studies again.

- Ooh... - Riled everyone up.

- My man done got radicalized!

- Sharon, she was...

she was worried I was losing it.

I was spending these long nights out at the studio.

Painting from real life wasn't cutting it anymore.

After all these years painting landscapes,

I was restless.

I started painting these big...

gestural canvases, you know, really letting loose.

- Right on.

Then, one night, I didn't make it home at all.

- Uh-oh.

- I heard this noise...

outside the studio.

It was like it was drawing me out into the dark.

- What was it?

- I don't know.

I remember stepping outside and then...

[door creaks]

my memories are blank.

I woke up in the woods, this big gash on my neck.

- What do you think happened? - I don't remember, man.

I mean, I keep trying to, but I just-- I can't.

[sighs]

I made my way back home,

patched myself up the best I could,

told Sharon I... fell and cut myself.

Funny thing is... [chuckles]

it healed so quickly, she-- she kinda let it go.

And I cleaned up. Anger went away.

It was like, uh, my fever broke, you know?

I quit working for Hammond, I sold my dad's house...

For a couple of weeks there, maybe a month...

things were great with us, and we got closer.

But then, one night, uh...

I started feeling...

restless.

Something was wrong with me, I don't-- I don't know,

it was like I was having a stroke or something.

I went outside, and then...

and then I saw it-- this-- this...

moon.

This full moon was so big, so bright, so... potent,

and I had this sensation that I was separating from myself,

transforming into something else.

It was like this crazy fractured dream.

[screaming]

I remember, I looked down at my hands,

and they weren't my hands!

That's when I realized I wasn't me anymore.

[growling]

I ran-- ran-- away from the house.

And I just knew whatever I'd become,

I had to stay away from Sharon .

- Then what? - Nothing.

- Nothing?

- Total blackout.

[sparse eerie music]

- You fuckin' with me, right, Charley?

- It's been three months since that night,

and every full moon since,

on the night before and the night after,

I knew I had to get away from the house,

I couldn't hurt Sharon. I just-- I...

I don't know what I would've--

I don't know what I'd do.

- Mm. Mm.

So, um... tell me.

How do I... fit into all this?

- You're gonna shoot me.

- Thought you might say that. - Silver bullet.

It's supposed to work.

That's what they say, anyway.

- If you can't remember what happened,

how do you know this shit is real,

what you're saying?

Charley boy, listen.

It sound like some major delusional shit to me.

- I wake up...

covered in blood.

And then... there's these.

Line up with where I would've been.

Look at this, man.

You read this shit.

Tell me, could you live with this shit on your conscience?

[frenetic eerie music]

- The vehicle owner is Charley Barrett.

Credit card has him staying at the Motel 28 this last month.

- Talked to Martha.

She confirmed he checked out yesterday morning.

Said him and Sharon Hammond have been having an epic breakup

for the last couple of weeks--

hot and cold, for all the world to see.

Anyway, I guess it's all over now.

Maybe we should give Earl a call.

Him and Charley are pretty tight.

- Shit, Alice, I don't know why I come to work in the morning.

You got all this figured out.

- I ask myself the same question.

- Probably drive out to see Earl.

I don't think he knows how to use a phone.

Got any coffee for the drive? - Yeah.

- How's Carl doing with the smoking?

- Day 72. I'm-- I'm really proud of him.

- Mm. You sure he's not sneaking?

- No, these nostrils keep him honest. [chuckles]

- You two are awful cute. - [cellphone vibrating]

Hello?

Hello, Hammond. What can I do you for?

No, we haven't picked him up yet

because we don't have any evidence.

Well, it's like I told you:

he ain't going anywhere 'cause he says he's innocent,

and I'd say about half the town believes him

so there's no need for him to run.

Yes. [sighs]

Yes, we are trying to get answers.

Well, maybe everyone's saying he's guilty

'cause that's what you've been telling anyone who will listen,

but that's not how the law works, sir.

Yes, I am aware of what you think I should do.

Thanks for letting me know... again.

What was that? I missed that.

Yeah, that's what I thought you said.

Goodbye.

What a dick. Thinks he owns this town.

Says he's gonna run me out of office in the next election.

- I'll vote for you, Luis.

- [car starting] - [church bells ringing]

You know, I've been thinking.

- Oh boy, that's trouble.

- I've been thinking about...

what Miguel said when we first talked to him. - Yeah?

- You know how he said "hombre-lobo?"

- Of course I remember.

- Well, I looked into it... - Boy, here we go.

- And, you know, wolves are not the type of animal

to attack randomly. - We don't have any wolves in these parts.

- They-- they have this whole social structure,

and they're-- they're not a destructive or--

or a vicious animal, like... maybe humans are.

- Well, what if we're looking for a lone wolf?

Because if you were a hombre-lobo,

then you'd be one of a kind-- at least around here.

- Yeah, I see what you mean, Luis.

I'm just trying to think about the nature of the wolf

and if there's anything that we can learn from that.

- I'm sad to say, if you combined a wolf with a person,

you'd probably get the worst of both,

and you'd just have a vindictive asshole

with big teeth and claws.

- Yeah, maybe, Luis.

Maybe, but also, that's just a speculation based on,

I don't know, your own world view or...

Do you know the word "umwelt?" - Certainly do not.

- It's-- it's this German word that describes how...

all animals are just living in their own perception bubble.

I was-- I was reading about it last night. - Bet you were.

- So, like, a fly sees reality one way,

and then a wolf maybe sees reality in a whole other way

depending on their own needs and-- and their psychology.

And that's all they see.

So every creature is just living in its own umwelt.

- I would say that pretty much goes for everybody--

people, too.

- Yeah. Yeah, I think you're right, Luis.

Yeah, and that's a problem.

Aren't we supposed to be better than that?

- [chuckling] Alice...

One day, you're gonna get a promotion

for being a dedicated and thorough civil servant

with an unwavering faith in humanity,

and that makes you a rare breed,

with your very own idealistic umwelt.

- Just wondering if maybe this...

Charley Barrett just happened to think that he's an hombre-lobo.

- We're gonna find out, Alice.

- 'Cause that could be a problem.

- Hope you are a werewolf and not a serial killer,

'cause that stuff... that is nasty.

- Yeah.

[dark ominous music]

- And what about Sharon? I mean, what--

what are you gonna...?

- I made some voice recordings, you know,

trying to explain what happened.

I'm... I'm gonna send them to her so she knows.

- This just gets more and more fucked up

the more we talk about it, man.

- That's why we're-- we're gonna record this, okay?

So that there's no doubt what happened here.

This video, it says you're innocent.

I asked you to kill me. - [scoffs]

- You-- you're gonna be a hero, man.

- Yeah, that-- that is not how that's gonna work, all right?

They're gonna find a reason to blame me,

throw me in jail, throw away the key. - No, no--

- Or they're shooting my chocolate ass on the spot.

Where-- where you been, man? [chuckling]

- This video proves what happened, okay?! - Yeah, I--

- You're gonna be a hero, Miguel's exonerated,

and Hammond's exposed for exactly the way he is.

- [sighs] What...?

Charley...

- [sighs] All right, man, all right.

No, I get it. I get it, I'm sorry.

Thanks.

- Wait, wait.

You really a fucking werewolf,

I gotta see this shit.

- [sighs]

I'm sorry to ask you to do this, man.

But you're the only one crazy enough

to make me silver bullets.

- [upbeat indie rock music] - Yeah.

Now, how you figure this is gonna work?

- So I figure, you tie me to a chair,

we film the transformation, you shoot me, done.

Still time for dinner and a movie once it's over.

- I'm still waiting for a punch line somewhere.

- [chuckles]

- I got some rope.

- Uh, how about tape for the camera? - Here.

- Okay. Okay. All right, this is, uh--

this is ready to go.

- Okay, uh... you sit down. Sit down now, all right?

Come on. Come on.

Are you sure this shit's gonna hold you?

I mean, you say you got no awareness

when this happens, right?

I mean... I mean, you got some extra-sensory powers?

You know, like some super strength?

I mean, what... You gonna be able to break these? - I don't know.

- I mean, what the fuck are we dealing here with, Charley? - I don't know.

I'm saying I don't remember once it's over, okay?

All I remember, it's--

it's like a bunch of scattered dreams, right?

I just feel this-- this weight accumulating on my conscience.

- Oh, that's just white guilt, Charley.

- Fuck you, man. - Uh-huh! [laughs]

- This is Charles Barrett,

saying that I asked Earl here

to shoot me with a silver bullet, and that--

that Miguel is innocent of them murders.

I take full responsibility to the extent

that I can remember and...

and, uh...

I didn't turn myself in because I didn't wanna be

a caged animal or a lab rat.

I'd rather be dead. [grunts]

- Charley!

Charley!

Charley! - [groans]

- Stay with me, man!

- [groans and growls]

[frenetic eerie music]

[roaring]

- Charley! Charley!

[glass breaking]

[sparse tense music]

Charley! Stay with me, man!

- [huffs]

[glass breaking]

- Charley! You okay?

- [roars]

- Charley! Charley! - Drop it, Earl!

[gun shots]

- [growling]

[roars]

[roars]

- [screams] [groans]

[sputters]

- I'm going with the red. Is that good for you?

- Yes, thank you.

- [romantic indie rock playing] - No problem.

You okay?

- Yeah. Cheers.

- Cheers.

That's nice. - [chuckles]

You seem distracted.

- Oh. Ugh.

I'm just a little worried about Charley.

- Yup.

I understand.

But Charley's car was empty,

which means Charley got up and walked away, you know?

I bet he's fine.

- Right. It's just...

all of his stuff was spilled out of the car.

- I know.

But the pros are on it. The police are investigating.

Earl will call you if he hears anything.

- Yeah.

- I just have a feeling this is not...

your problem that you need to solve right now.

- Thanks.

[chuckles]

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- No? Yes?

- Well, he just really looked so... - [sighs]

defeated when I saw him yesterday, and it...

To know that he's been sitting around for the last month,

it's so fucked up.

- It seems to me like he is having a hard time

admitting that it's over.

- Yeah.

It's just complicated.

- It is complicated.

But you and I are making dinner,

and that does not need to be complicated. - Mm-mm.

- It's up to us to have a fun time.

What do you say? Shall we?

- Yeah. I'll make a salad, and you do pasta?

- I would love to do pasta. That sounds amazing.

- [chuckles] - Did you get sage?

- Yeah, it's in the fridge on the top shelf.

- Okie dokie! That looks nice.

Oh my God, can I go garlic crazy?

Is that okay with you?

- Sure. - [chuckles]

Um, do you have that...

new stash from... Zander?

- [chuckles] Yes. Yeah, I do.

- Does that sound fun to you? - Yeah, party animal.

- Guilty as charged. - It's in my car. [chuckles]

- Um, yeah? In the mood? - Mm-hm.

- You sure? - Mm-hm.

- Can I go get that? - Yeah, it's, um--

it's in my bag on the front seat of my car.

- Okay.

Be right back. - Okay.

Oh, shit, Charley.

What's this?

[rattling]

Stuart?

[breathing heavily]

[frenetic eerie music]

- [growls] - [gasps]

[tense music]

- [panting] - [pensive eerie music]

Charley?

- [huffs]

[groans]

[gun shots]

- Don't let him get away! - We're on it!

- [panting]

- Nothing out here, Chief.

- Except for that poor sucker.

[sparse eerie music)

- [grunts]

[frenetic eerie music]

[grunts]

[frenetic eerie music)

[roars]

[screams]

[tender folk music]

* I can't feel my feet *

* As I'm running... *

- I didn't turn myself in

because I didn't wanna be a caged animal or a lab rat.

I'd rather be dead.

- Charley! Charley!

Charley! Stay with me, man!

- Hi, Sharon.

I'm, uh, recording these when I can

just so that you know what was going on,

what happened to us,

how it all fell apart in just three months

after so many years together.

I hope you get it and that you...

you can maybe forgive me.

- * And I can't see... *

- Jesus, you okay?

- Hi, Dad.

- What the hell happened? I'm hearing all kinds of shit.

- It was a nightmare.

- That guy, what was his name? Stuart?

- Yeah. - Baby, I'm so sorry.

What the hell's going on in this town?

- It didn't happen to the town, Dad.

It happened to me.

- Well, do you need anything?

What are you gonna do?

- I got a lot of people to call.

Stuart's parents... they're old and--

- You gotta take care of yourself and stay on track.

You were just getting your act together getting rid of Charley.

- Dad... - I saw him the other day,

wandering around like some sick puppy.

- Listen, Dad, I gotta go.

[car starts]

* I can't feel my feet *

* As I run, as I run As I run... *

- It's not just the full moon, you know.

It's the nights on either side.

It's got me for three nights.

A lot can happen.

I've tried to stay away from the town and people-- you.

Most of all, I've tried to stay away from you.

* Can you see inside a dream? *

* Can you see? *

* Can you see? Can you see? *

* Can you see yourself inside a dream? *

* And wake up *

* Wake up bleeding *

* Wake up bleeding... *

- I figured out how to end it for good, Sharon.

Earl is gonna take care of me.

[chuckling]

Who else would be able to make

silver bullets this day and age?

So, that's the plan.

By the time you get this, I'll be gone,

but there will be proof that I wasn't crazy.

* I can't feel my feet *

* As I run, as I run... *

- I don't know how this happened,

I-- I try to remember what brought this on, like if it--

if it was something I let into our lives--

some kind of darkness.

And then I-- I think of the random horror

that I've afflicted on innocent people

and I see that there's no point in trying

to make sense of any of it.

[music ends]

- Listen, I'm only trying to get some information.

This chaos is affecting the whole town,

and we're gonna need to make some arrests

and get everything back to normal!

I think you need to make a move and bring Miguel in.

We need to show that we're on top of this!

If you don't get your ass in gear,

I'll have Tom Granick go and do it!

Tom is as qualified as anyone to do this,

and get the town back on track .

He's the damn foreman on my team, and he's the coach.

- I gotta go.

- It's about time!

[chatter]

- Afternoon, Burt! What's all the excitement?

- I could ask you the same thing, Sheriff!

It sounds like they found another body up

in Bryer Woods last night!

- Don't you think I know it? - What happened to Earl?

- Burt, I've got my hands full without you

giving me the third degree.

- Yeah, and Alice?!

What happened to your partner, Luis?!

- Al-- Alice, she didn't make it!

[gasps and murmurs]

Sh-- she died in the line of duty

protecting the community she loves,

and I think you all need to think about that!

- Sheriff... are you gonna bring Miguel in,

or do we gotta take care of this ourselves?

- Miguel isn't the problem!

- Where the fuck is Miguel?!

- Miguel's at home with his family!

- Hey, Luis. - Hello, Tom.

- Just got a call from Hammond.

- You don't say.

- Thinks he might need some help with things

getting out of hand around here.

- Well, Tom, things don't need to get out of hand.

And, in fact, I called Hammond and let him know that myself.

- Um, Mr. Granick, we were just telling the Sheriff here

that he needs to arrest Miguel until all the facts are in.

- And I'm telling you,

this is just some fairytale Hammond's cooked up!

- Well, I just got a text from Edith

that Bob Kraus didn't make it home last night.

- Oh, Bob Kraus is sleeping it off someplace.

- Just wondering if you need a little help.

Seems you might need a little backup, so we're here to--

we're here to help you out there, compañero.

- With all due respect, Tom, no.

[whispers in Spanish]

- Here if you need me, sir.

- Appreciate you, Joe!

Don't suppose you got a cup of coffee for me, do you?

- Negative.

- Now, we do have a situation in this town

that isn't about Miguel and Hammond

and all the local grievances that turn out crowds!

- What kind of a situation are you talking about?

- Everyone needs to go home and lock your doors

There's something out there on the loose and dangerous.

- What kind of a thing? - What are you talking about, huh?

- It seems to come out at night.

It's some kind of maniac, some kind of freakish thing.

I saw it!

- Sheriff, why are you protecting Miguel?

- Because he doesn't have anything to do with this.

- Says who, Sanchez?

- I just heard from Edith again. Has anybody seen Bob Kraus?

[ominous music]

- Biggs?!

Is that you out there?

You still here?

- [door creaking] - Bi--

Jesus!

What are you doing here, lurking like that?

And you're a mess!

- You hear about Sharon?

- Fuckin' kidding me? Of course I heard about Sharon.

- You gonna blame Miguel for that, too?

Must be the Mexicans, right?

- Listen, you psycho.

I don't know what you're driving at.

I don't even know what you're here for!

- I don't know either, Jack.

I mean...

I keep trying to walk away, but...

something just keeps pulling me back in, something...

something I have to fix.

And I think it's you.

- You know, you were always a lost soul.

That's why I didn't want you anywhere near my daughter.

- Yeah?

- So I got a call from some lawyer--

a Karen something-or-other.

- Kate. - Kate.

Kate, whatever.

And, uh... she said she'd been going through

some documentation about Hilltop?

Had some questions. Is that your doing?

- I might've dropped off a box of my dad's stuff

for her to look at.

- Your dad...

What that man did for this town--

making the Hilltop dream possible...

He'll be remembered fondly.

- Mm. I remember him differently.

- Oh, is that what this is about?

Is that what you wanna fix?

Well, I can't help you with your daddy issues,

but if you know what's good for you,

you'll call the lawyer lady off.

Now.

- [softly] Is that a threat?

- Who's threatening who?

You just step back. Just get back!

I could blow your ass away, right here,

claim self-defense.

But I'm not gonna do that.

I'm gonna take you down to the jailhouse.

Nothing'd make me happier

than to see your smug ass behind bars.

- I already got a statement from Miguel.

- Yeah, bring him in! - Bring him in!

- Now, now, now, sounds like a lot of folks

have made their minds up now!

That can get dangerous!

- The truth ain't dangerous, Sheriff!

- Burt and I are gonna go up to Cooperstown

and bring Miguel down here

just so everything's on the up and up.

- Tom, there are so many ways that'd go wrong.

- May I speak? - Who is that?

- It's me, Tom.

And I'd like to speak to you all for a moment if you'll let me.

- Well, it seems to me, Pastor,

we hear a lot of your words on Sunday,

and this is just a regular old Monday.

- Don't get wise with me, Tom Granick.

We need to find our faith every day in these difficult times.

- You got an explanation for why

we've had five murders in a month,

and now Bob Kraus is missing?

- Bob?

[clears throat] Well, we'll--

we'll pray that's just Bob being Bob.

But no, Tom.

No, I don't have an explanation for the darkness

that's fallen across our hamlet,

but I know this: a house divided will not stand.

- Oh, please, save it for the pulpit.

- A town turning against itself will not endure,

just as an individual who turns against himself

will wither and die!

- You coming? - Yeah, sure.

- Yeah. - Let's go.

- Hey, Burt! You gonna take Ernie with ya?

- That's okay. That's-- that's fine! That's fine!

Tom Granick is gonna do what Tom Granick does,

but to the rest of you, I am here to say

"Do not let mistrust and fear cloud your judgment

and overwhelm your capacity for goodness!

- The Pastor's right.

We need to stick together.

We need to work together.

It's out there. I swear, I saw it.

Some kind of monster or wolf man.

- What?! - [laughter]

- Are you kidding me?

- I'm telling you all.

You blame the wrong group of people,

we'll end up turning on each other for no good reason.

- Scripture tells us we are one,

we are strongest working together in unity!

- What if that's not possible?

- It is our duty to try.

Now, I've known most of you since you were in short pants.

I knew most of your parents.

They tried to teach you to be good, caring citizens!

That is what God expects from us!

We should aspire to nothing less.

- Whoa!

- My God, Hammond, what is this?

- [grunts]

- Oh, shit. He's got a gun! - Where's Tom Granick?!

I sent for him!

- He's out stirring up trouble.

You've got vigilantes on every street corner.

- That's what happens when you let lawlessness take over

a town like this.

- Get outta here, Martha. - You okay?

- Get in there! - Charley, what's going on?

[crowd clamoring]

[sparse tense music]

- Guys... - [commotion]

Calm down!

I need you all to calm down! No one's going inside!

**

[screaming]

- Come on, loser!

Cool down, and let's just wait for somebody

to come read you your rights.

- Don't you wanna see me behind bars?

- Hey, is that the boy from the Farm Stand?

- Yeah, I can't tell. - The one with the hat on backwards?

Bob Kraus said he had a run-in with one of them

at the Farm Stand.

Buenas dias, señorita!

[speaking Spanish]

- Miguel? I can get him.

- Oh, there he is. - Can I help you?

- You're wanted at the station!

- Luis has got his hands full

all with what's going on in town.

We said we'd give you a lift.

- I don't mind coming down, all right?

I respect Luis.

And I know you're just trying to help him do his job.

- We all want the same thing: peace in this town.

- Hola, chicos!

[speaking Spanish]

- All right.

- You fucking loser! You fucking psychopath!

- I can't wait to see your face

when you realize what's happening to you.

- Luis, what the fuck is going on out there?!

- Hammond! - Sanchez, just get in here

and get these fucking cuffs off of me right now!

- I need you to calm down, sir!

- Come in here and get these cuffs off of me right now!

- Can you just explain to me what happened to Charley?

It looks like he's been assaulted.

- Are you out of your mind?!

- I just need to make sure you're calm, sir.

- You want me to be calm, Sanchez?

Just get your ass in here

and get these cuffs off of me right away!

- Is this your firearm, Hammond?

- [grunts] Of course it's my firearm!

- Were you threatening Charley with it?

- [chuckles

- Sanchez, get in here,

and get this motherfucker off of me!

Get me outta here! - [growls]

[groans]

[frenetic tense music]

- Oh! What the fuck?!

- [growls]

- Get away!

Luis, get me outta here!

Luis, get me--

[screams]

- [growls] - Luis! Jesus! No!

Luis! Luis! - [growls]

- No!

- [growls]

- Oh, shit! - What the--

- [screams] - Get back!

- Shoot that fucker!

- No!

- Oh, shit.

- [screaming] - Oh my God, no!

[dark ominous music]

- Hombre-lobo.

- Oh... - Holy shit!

- [screaming] - [growls]

- Charley? - [growls]

- Charley?

Charley?

[sparse eerie music]

This is what you wanted.

[gun shots]

[pensive jazzy folk music]

- Miguel. [speaking Spanish]

- And we're sorry for what happened to you. Right, guys?!

[sparse eerie music]

[grunting and groaning]

[door creaks]

- [growls]

[sparse eerie music]

- Sharon, this'll be my last recording.

I'm heading to Earl's tonight.

Just saw you at the Farm Stand and, uh...

I know there's little left to say.

I never told you about the night everything changed.

The night I, uh-- I lost control.

Never told you about what-- what happened, because...

I-- I don't know if it was my fault.

But I felt I had to deal with it alone.

I know I should've asked for help.

I should've trusted what we had, but...

I was never wired that way.

I think about...

the misery and terror I've spread

when I've had no control, and then...

I think about what people do when they have a choice.

All those who see life as a game of combat

and carnage, miss the very sweetness of it.

And then I think,

"I'm not really sure what I'll miss when I'm gone."

Except you.

I will miss you.

[pensive jazzy folk music]

[sparse eerie music]

[tender folk music]

* They won't stop now It's still too soon *

* They'll go all night By the light of the moon *

* They'll catch a break And pick up my scent *

* Those dogs are not Even remotely spent *

* So call of the search *

* My love I'm coming home *

* Call off the search *

* I can't do this alone *

* Call off the search *

* Last night There was a frost *

* I was shivering and lost *

* And crying out for you *

* I hopped a freight But that didn't last *

* Went out of service Best deed past *

* Some kids They saw me out at the lake *

* I was asleep In the lifeguard chair *

* For Heaven's sake *

* So call off the search *

* My love I'm coming home *

* Call off the search *

* I can't do this alone *

* Call off the search *

* Last night There was a frost *

* I was shivering and lost *

* And crying out for you *

* Call off the search *

* My love I'm coming home *

* Call off the search *

* I can't do this alone *

* Call off the search *

* Last night There was a frost *

* I was shivering and lost *

* And crying out for you *

* I was shivering and lost *

* Crying out for you *

* So call off the search *

* My love I'm coming home *

* Call off the search *

* I can't do this alone *

* Call off the search *

* Last night There was a frost *

* And I was shivering and lost *

* And crying out for you *

* Shivering and lost and *

* And crying out for you *