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[siren wailing]
[wings flapping]
- [Kat] And I was like, "Bitch, if you don't send me black car
I'm walking.
- [Female voice on phone] Oh, my God, so true.
He got one for Isabelle.
- Oh, my God, I know, right?
And did you see how he was looking at her?
- [Female voice on phone] Oh, I saw. Gross.
- Gigi, go.
Go. [Gigi whimpers]
Did you notice how everyone started dancing
after we hit the floor?
- [Female voice on phone] Oh, yeah.
- I felt like I was hosting the entire club.
I mean, what, I said hi to like, three people,
and then all of a sudden it was like,
“Oh my God, come hang out with us,”
or like, “Can we join you?”
It was like, dead before we showed up.
- [Voice on phone chuckles] - Gigi, walk.
[Gigi whimpers] Bitch, go.
[exhales] It's exhausting being this hot.
- [Female voice on phone] I know.
- Oh my God, I'm so done with this dog.
- [Female voice on phone] Oh my God, I love your dog.
- I swear it's not even intentional.
People just like, follow my vibe.
Is that a thing?
Like natural rhythm or something?
- [Female voice on phone] I don't think
it was just your vibe.
- Oh, shut up, skank. I'm just magnetic.
- [Female voice on phone] Um, Kat.
Tommy just showed up outside my door.
Whoa, he's looking fine.
- Wait, seriously?
- [Female voice on phone] Mm-hm, yeah.
- I gotta go. - Good luck.
Oh, and hey, don't get chlamydia.
I've heard rumors.
- [Caller] Ew, what the fuck.
[phone beeps]
- [whispers] Bitch.
[collar clanking]
[phone shutter clicks]
Ew.
Gigi, go potty now.
Come on, bitch.
Mommy is tired and coming down hard.
Let's go binge something.
[thunder claps]
Ugh. Seriously?
Never rains in LA.
[phone shutter clicks]
What the hell?
Baby. Chill.
[faint whimpering]
Gigi?
[growling and whimpering]
[Kat gasping]
[Kat screams]
Baby. Mommy's coming.
[creature growling] Oh, my God. Gigi!
[Kat] Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
[coyote growling]
You fucking bitch! Bitch!
You killed my Gigi. You killed--
[gasps] [tires screech]
[Kat grunts]
[Kat gurgling on blood]
[coyotes howling, growling]
Fucking coyotes.
[coyotes growling]
[flesh squelch] [Kat grunts]
[Kat grunting]
[coyotes growling]
[dramatic music]
[dog barks]
[coyote howls]
[coyote snarls]
- [Female Host] Did anybody hear about the
social media influencer
that became roadkill last night?
[coyote snarls]
- [Male Host] Another coyote attack this morning,
this one in Sherman Oaks.
- [Female Host] Why do you think this keeps happening?
- [Male Host] Well, for one, coyotes aren't picky eaters.
They're opportunistic predators.
- [Female Host] They're not above nipping at you
to send a message if they feel threatened.
[dramatic music continues]
- [Male Host] Wildfires are pushing coyotes deeper
into Los Angeles neighborhoods.
They're desperate.
They're going to do what they have to do
to survive.
[dramatic music continues]
[gusting wind]
- [Host] A boy was pulled off his bike on a residential street.
Did that actually happen?
[dramatic music continues]
[coyote howling]
[birds chirping]
[car door opens, creaks]
[car door closes]
[tense music]
- [Devon] Goddamn Hollywood elites.
[groans]
[sighs]
[rats squeaking]
- We've got rats in the walls?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah. Rats will spawn six to 12 a litter,
with up to six litters a year.
That's 60 rats, right there, all from one big mama rat.
- But--but how? It's a new house.
- Well, look around. Yeah.
Contractors use cheap drywall, plastic instead of copper,
and rats...
rats will chew through just about anything.
Yeah, you got doggy doors, water and gas lines.
Nice family.
- Thanks.
- [Devon] Yeah, drains, toilet vents.
Trust me when I say you do not want
one of those nasty little critters
climbing out of your toilet.
- Ugh, yeah.
I don't even want to think about that.
- Then don't.
Look. Rats are vermin. - Right.
- They're a disease.
They want your shelter, your food, your water,
your happiness, your sanity.
And they wiggle their little bodies
through any nook or cranny they can find
until they get it.
- Okay.
So what do we--what do we do?
Do you really have to poison them?
Can't you just, like, trap them and, like,
relocate them to the desert or something?
- Oh, yeah. Make them nice little suitcases and bath towels?
No. You don't send them to a day spa.
You gotta wipe them out.
Send a message to all the other rats in the area.
This house right here is off limits.
- Right.
Just thinking like, are rats even that bad?
- You ever hear of a little thing called the Black Plague?
Millions and millions of people dying horribly,
bleeding out of their eyes, their ears, their a--
- I got it. Rats bad.
Poison good.
[tense music]
- [Devon] Oh, this is not good, Scott.
[groans] Oh.
But now that... that's your biggest problem.
That's like a rat paradise.
- [Scott] That's my neighbor's yard.
- I'll go ahead and spray it anyway.
You're welcome.
- No, no. It's my-- I don't own that part.
Is he a customer?
- [Devon] He's soon to be.
[rats squeaking]
[dramatic strings]
[car engine rumbling]
[engine stops]
- Hey, Chloe.
Little help, please?
- Wasn't going with you enough?
- No, it wasn't. And that's rude.
Come on, come help.
Come on.
What's with the attitude, huh?
It's like this happened overnight.
- So then she ghosted me, moved to Turkey or something.
- Oh, man. Oh, that sucks.
Sorry. Just to go back to what we were saying earlier
about the pricing plan. So you said there's like--
- My dad fell down the stairs, had a stroke.
[door opens] [dog barks]
- We're back. Finally.
- Hey, kid.
Charlie's psyched to see you.
We got rats in the walls.
- Oh, I told you there's rats.
I saw one squirming under the garage door the other night.
It was gross. - Yeah, I'm already on it.
- [Scott] He's also gonna set Trip's house on fire for us.
- Oh, good. It's an eyesore.
Do us a favor.
- [laughing]
Afraid I can't help you there.
- [Scott] Oh, I was just kidding.
- [Devon] Well, that's my time.
Alrighty.
Well, I'm gonna set some traps, do some spraying,
and I'll be back in a few days to check everything out.
- Okay. Thanks a lot, Devon.
- Oh, one more thing. - Yeah.
- Oh. Rats love dog food.
So you might want to get rid of the, uh, the dog.
- [Scott] The dog food?
- The dog.
- [scoffs] No. No, that's okay.
- You let me know. No extra charge.
- No, but no.
That's not even-- so no on that.
- Did he say he was gonna get rid of the dog?
- [scoffs] Think he was kidding.
- That's weird.
- And creepy.
- He's just passionate about what he does.
He came highly recommended.
[phone vibrating, beeping] Oh shit.
Okay, I'll be in my office.
Good to see you.
[footsteps receding]
[dramatic strings]
- [Chloe] It was a rare encounter,
but there was a Scott sighting.
- He's almost done with his deadline, honey.
We'll have more time with him soon.
- Sure we will.
- We will. I promise.
- Where's the candy?
- [Reporter on TV] The National Weather Service
has issued another red flag warning
with gusts expected to reach up to 60 miles per hour
in Hollywood this evening.
- [Liv] Hey.
- What's up?
- Um... are you at all worried about the tree out front?
Because they just said that the storm
was going to be really crazy tonight,
and you did say that you were going to trim it last year.
- No, it's fine.
It's going to be fine.
- [soft chuckle]
Okay.
- I'm not worried.
- Yeah.
- [Scott] They always try to make shit sound worse
than it is on the news.
Remember the killer bees?
Remember how long we heard about them?
- [Liv] Mm-hm. - When I was a kid,
I was afraid of all bees.
Ever seen one killer bee?
Did anyone ever die from a bee?
I mean, that wasn't allergic.
No. I'm not worried. - [chuckles] Okay.
- [Scott] It's fine. It's gonna be fine.
- [Liv] If you say so.
- I know so. - [Liv] All right.
- Okay.
[wind whistling] [leaves rustling]
- [Liv] Okay.
- Can we not do movie night?
It's cringe.
- I thought you loved movie night.
- Not anymore.
[doorbell rings] [Chloe sighs]
- [Liv] Scott, pizza's here. - Got it.
[doorbell rings]
[suspenseful music]
- You're young.
- And you're not the pizza.
- No, I'm not a pizza.
Unless you want me to be one?
[dramatic strings]
Uh... Wait, is this...1202?
- [Liv] Nope. This is 1208.
That's 1202.
- Shit!
Shoot. I mean, uh... sorry.
So sorry.
[wind whistling]
Fuck me! It's windy out here.
- [Liv] Oh, my God, why?
- Where's the--where's the pizza?
- That wasn't it. That was--
- It was one of Trip's whores.
- We don't call them that, Chloe. - [Scott clears throat]
- Yeah, not good.
- It was one of Trip's friends that he pays for.
- Yeah. [indistinct] - Oh, well--
- So then what would you call it?
A prostitute?
A ho? A tramp-- - No! No, no.
No, Chloe.
Scott, a little help. - Of course. No.
Chloe, those are not good words to use for a woman, for anyone,
whether or not she may or may not have, you know, sex.
No, you just still want to be respectful,
so you would use a term like, um... lady of the night.
Chloe, that's a good one.
- Like a vampire.
- Yeah, except she doesn't suck blood.
She's--
- Let's table this conversation until after dinner.
- Good, good. Yeah. It's--
- Or until you turn 18. Whenever.
- But-- [doorbell rings]
- Please be the pizza.
[intense music]
[glass shatters] [woman screams]
[woman gasps]
[gentle music]
[Chloe sighs]
[dog barks]
- Charlie?
[dog barking]
[whispers] Okay.
Charlie?
What is it, boy?
Hey, you're okay.
Hey, what's--what's out there?
[Charlie barks]
[coyote growls]
[Chloe gasps sharply] [Charlie whimpers]
[light switch clicks]
- What page you on?
- Hold your horses, mister. I'm almost done.
- Okay, missus.
[Liv clears throat]
Well...?
- I am going to need a couple of days
to really form an opinion.
- [scoffs]
Are you serious?
- No. It's really good.
- Really? - Yeah, it's really good.
- [exhales]
Really? - Mm-hm.
Like, don't let this go to your head,
but it might actually be a masterpiece.
- Are you serious? - [Liv] Mm-hm.
- [chuckles] What's your favorite part?
- [whispers] I'll tell you tomorrow.
- Okay. It can-- it can wait till tomorrow.
- Okay.
- Guys, guys, guys!
- Oh. - There's something outside.
- Uh huh.
- [Chloe] I--I just heard an animal, and it's hurt,
and we need to go right now and go and help.
- Oh, um...
- Uh...
- Well...
- Come on.
- Okay, okay. Let's... let's check it out.
- Okay. Give me--give me--
- [Chloe] No, right now. - No? Right now. Okay.
[gusting wind]
- [Liv] Whoa.
- [Scott] Whoo.
- [Liv] Let's see.
- Whoo-hoo. Wow.
[distant creaks]
- Oh, it was a--it was a tree.
It's just a tree.
- No. There was a dog.
Make sure it's okay.
- Honey, I think it was just a tree.
Oh, hold on. Hold on.
[suspenseful music]
[coyote growling]
Shoo.
[street light clicks]
[coyote snarls] Hey, shoo. Shoo!
[street light clicks]
[distant howling]
[door closes]
- [Liv] What was it?
- Just a sketchy little coyote. No big deal.
Now let's all go back to our own beds.
Charlie and his little one,
we can recreate exactly where we were before.
[loud thud]
Oh shit.
Oh! Oh, my God.
[car alarm beeping]
- [Liv] Oh no. Oh.
- Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh no, no.
[live wire crackles] Oh, Jesus, fuck.
Fucking shit.
Ahh. It's not that bad.
Oh, God.
[car alarm beeping]
It's not great. It's not great.
- We wanted a new one.
[live wire crackles]
[Liv and Chloe gasp]
Oh, shit.
- Oh, my God.
- It's gonna be okay, honey.
It's okay. It's okay.
[electricity crackling] - [Scott] Oh. Oh.
[groaning] Jesus.
I should have trimmed the tree.
- [News Anchor] While the rest of LA felt the storm,
the hills bore the brunt of its fury,
suffering the worst of the damage,
with downed trees and widespread power outages.
[birds chirping]
- What an idiot.
God.
Oh, yeah, that's just great.
Oh, God.
Lucy.
[water spraying]
- Oh. [exhales] Oh, it's so gross.
- Make sure you get it all.
- Do you want to do it?
- Ew. As if, Dad. As if.
- It's congealed, and it's like, ground into the concrete.
I'm gonna throw up.
[exhales]
- Hey.
- You can just leave the food at the door.
You don't have to make a big thing of it.
- Uh, what food?
- I ordered Thai food.
- I--I don't-- I'm the neighbor.
Like, yeah.
- Trip! Door!
- Wait, how do you guys have power?
- Generator. Trip says he's gonna go off the grid soon.
Screw the man.
- Oh. It's Liv.
Hey. - Hey, Trip.
- I thought you were my-- I thought you were--
you were somebody else.
How you doing? - Good. How are you?
- [Trip] Good. - You look good.
- I'm okay, yeah.
How's Stu? - Scott.
- Scott, sorry. - Yeah. He's good.
He's pulling it together. Doing well.
- Hey, listen. If you're...
if you're looking for some water,
we can't help you.
I mean, we barely have enough.
- [Liv] No.
No. Trip, do you have a cat?
- Lucy. Is she okay?
- Um, well, we found this in our driveway.
- [Trip] That's her collar. - [Liv] So, yeah.
Just gonna give that to you. - Ew.
- [Trip] You found this in your driveway?
Did you leave the door open again?
- Okay, I'm gonna go.
- Did you leave the door open? Okay.
I told you to watch the door. - Bye.
- ...Thai food. I'm hungry. - Lucy!
[Trip] Here, kitty kitty, kitty kitty.
- [Female Anchor] Thankfully, no fires broke out last night,
but road closures have swamped emergency services regardless.
Expect delays for the next 24 hours.
Stay safe out there, LA.
[cutter whirring]
- Maybe--maybe turn a bit
to the left, Scott. - What's that?
- Maybe try and move at a different angle...
- To the right? This way? Straight down?
- Yeah.
You sure that's on the right setting?
- There's only one setting, I think.
It's just forward and reverse.
- Really? [cutter whirrs]
- I've been doing this for like 20 minutes,
and it looks like an animal just kind of clawed at it.
- Wow. Hey.
- Pretty cool, huh? - Yeah.
- I wanted to bring the chainsaw,
but, of course, Sheila said, “No.”
- Well, that's probably for the best.
- Oh, but good news. Tony said we got really lucky
that the tree didn't damage the gas main.
Could have been a lot worse.
- Trust me, you don't want a gas leak.
One small spark and boom.
Bye, bye, Dream House.
- Huh. Well, that's great.
That's a silver lining.
- That's right. Oh shit.
- [Host VO] Whether it's a seal
straying too far from the shore--
- I'm seriously concerned your dad's gonna lop off an arm.
- [Host VO] ...scattering in confusion.
- He's built stuff before.
- Things that are pre-assembled.
- [Host VO] Much like their terrestrial counterparts,
sharks are opportunists.
They don't waste energy.
- Did you know most shark attacks
are because they mistake us for seals?
- Did you know most seal attacks happen
because they mistake us for kelp?
- Mom, that wasn't funny.
- Put a bit of elbow grease into it.
Maybe the battery could be a bit lower too.
- It could--it could be.
- You sure that's on the top setting?
- Can I just have your phone?
- Oh. Oh, sorry, I only have 30%.
- So?
- So no.
- God.
[Trip sniffs]
- I can't believe she's gone.
- How do you know?
You only looked for her for like five minutes.
- You're right. I'm a fucking idiot.
God damn it.
She's probably out there, she's scared to death.
She's probably pissed at me. - Yeah.
- I'm gonna go find her.
- Oh yeah, great idea.
But maybe leave the gun.
- You're right. [gun thuds]
[electric hum cuts off] Uh-oh.
- Oh. What the hell, Trip?
- I think the generator went out.
- How am I gonna charge my phone? - I don't know.
Have you thought about unplugging it?
Might be good for your mental health.
Jesus Christ.
Lucy!
- You're a great host, Trip.
Thanks!
[keys jangle]
What?
[phone pings]
- Oh, shite.
- What?
- Missed a few texts from Sheila.
- Uh-oh.
- Looks like she needs my expertise on the grill.
- Yeah, I get it.
When Liv summons me, I don't waste any time either.
[Scott chuckles]
-“Summons me”? - Well.
- Nobody summons me, mate.
I'm my own man.
Remember that.
- Yeah, no, I didn't.
Okay, yeah, my bad.
[phone pings]
- Fuck. I gotta go.
- Tell Sheila Liv and I say hi... or don't.
[whispers] She's the worst.
[coyote barking, howling]
[menacing music]
[branch thuds]
[phone vibrating]
- Hey, babe.
- [Sheila] Where are you, Tony? - Yeah. [clears throat]
Yeah, just leavin' now. Just leavin' now.
- [Sheila] Yeah? Are you coming home?
- [Tony] Told you I got carried away.
You know what Scott's like.
Man can't take a piss on his own.
- [Sheila] [indistinct] all this shit.
- I'll be home soon. Okay? Yeah.
- [Sheila] Screw you. - I love you.
- [Sheila] Dickhead. [phone beeps]
- For fuck's sake.
[coyotes grumble]
[distant howling]
What do you want?
Shoo!
Go on. Get the fuck out of here.
What are you looking at?
[coyote growls]
[Tony] What?
[coyote snarls]
What the hell's wrong with them?
[flesh squelch]
[screams]
[scream echoes]
[knocks on door]
- [Trip] Oh. Oh, it's the kid.
Hey. Um, do you hear that sound?
- Help!
- Sounds like somebody's singing or... dying.
- Stay back. Get back.
No! [grunts]
- Does Stu sing?
Wait a minute.
[birds chirping]
No, it's gone now.
Huh. Anyway.
'Sup...
- Um, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay. Why? Don't I look okay?
- No. You look like you have the flu.
- No, it's just these allergies.
It's... y'know.
- Can I help you?
- Is your mommy or your daddy home?
- Mom!
That weirdo from next door is here.
- Look, I'm standing right here.
I can hear that.
You think Lucy was in the tree when it fell?
- Yeah.
- But you haven't seen any sign of her?
- Well, just the collar.
- So the collar could have slipped off, right?
- There's a possibility.
- So stop flirting with me, Liv, and help me find her.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.
- Lucy! - Here, Lucy.
- Come on. - Here, sweet princess.
Here, girl. Here, girl.
Here, sweet kitty.
- [Liv] Lucy. Good girl, kitty.
- Mom, what are you doing?
- We're helping Trip find his cat.
- But it's dead. - Definitely missing.
Uh-huh. Lucy.
Come on. Good girl. - Oh, I think I see her.
- [Liv] Oh, honey... [whispers indistinctly]
- Lucy... Lucy girl...
No. No, no, no.
Oh, God. No.
[sobs] What am I gonna do now?
[camera whirring]
No pictures!
[pensive music]
- [Sheila] Tony, I'm getting hungry.
Tony.
[sighs] You're a sad sack of shit.
[sighs]
[wine pouring]
[phone keys beeping]
- [Tony] Hey, sorry, folks. Tony is otherwise engaged.
- If you ended up too drunk to find your way home
and I have to come looking for you again,
I'm going to lose it on you, Tony.
It's going to be the last straw, and I mean it!
[phone beeps, thuds]
Dipshit.
[dramatic strings]
[thuds]
[toy phone static, beeps] [phone vibrating]
- Hey, I forgot about these.
- Oh, good. See if they still work.
Hi, Sheila. How're you doin'?
- Testing.
- Oh, really? - [Sheila] Have you seen him?
- Yeah, he left a while ago. - [Chloe] Testing, testing.
- Uh huh. - [Sheila] Let me know.
- Of course. - [Sheila] Thank you.
- All right. Take care, honey. - [Sheila] Bye.
- [Scott] Finally talked to the power company.
They said they're working on it, whatever that means.
But the whole city's a mess.
Power lines are down. It's--it's Armageddon.
What's--what's wrong?
- Uh, I just got off the phone with Sheila,
and she said Tony isn't home yet,
so she's really worried.
- [Scott] That's weird. Maybe...
maybe he followed the rainbow
to a pot of gold. - What is this?
- [Liv] Maybe he did. - Maybe he, just like,
stopped at a pub for a pint.
- Maybe. - To make a point.
[both laughing]
[distant howling]
[Scott] Whoa.
- [Liv] Jesus. - [Scott] Huh.
That's wild. - [Liv] Wow.
- Do you hear that?
- [Liv] There's a lot of them.
- [Scott] Charlie, easy.
They're just--they're just talking to each other.
Having a little coyote convention.
[Sheila coughing]
- [Sheila] Darn.
[birds chirping]
[phone beeps]
[phone thrilling]
[distant phone ringing]
[phone thrilling] [distant phone ringing]
Enough with the games.
- [Scott] Oh, my God.
You guys, look.
Oh, he looks lost. He looks--looks scared, huh?
It's sad when they lose their pack.
Have you lost your way home?
- Oh, God. - [Scott] Jesus.
- Uh, Chloe. Why don't you take Charlie inside, honey?
- [Scott] Uh... yeah.
Take Charlie.
[Chloe strains]
Whoa, easy.
- [Chloe] What about you guys? - We're right behind you.
- Yeah, yeah. - Go ahead, honey.
Get him out of here. - Right behind you.
Easy. Nice and easy. [coyote growling]
Just closing the garage. - [Liv] Scott?
- Yeah? - Hey, Scott.
- I'm working on it. - Oh, come on.
- I'm working on it. - Come on. Gotta go.
[Scott strains]
[Liv] Oh! Oh, shit.
[Scott exhales]
- [Scott] Oh. - Oh, my god.
- [Scott] Hah.
- I think it wanted to eat you.
- No...
Maybe just a nibble.
- Yeah.
[phone thrilling]
- [shouts] Tony!
[shouts] Baby!
[distant phone ringing]
[phone thrilling]
[shuddering]
[phone ringing]
[coyote growling]
[intense music]
[door bangs shut]
[sobbing]
[coyote growling] [gasps]
[shuddering]
[coyote barks]
[Sheila screaming]
Motherfuckers!
Get the hell out of my house!
Get away!
Get away. Get away! Get away!
Get out.
[coyote barks]
[Sheila screams]
[grill clattering] [charcoal sizzles]
Fuck.
[Sheila screaming, grunting]
- This is fun.
It's like we're having a campout inside, in our house.
Chloe gets a nice slice.
Here you go.
And bon appetit. Mm-mm.
- What is that?
- It's like, um... it's sort of a meat.
Yeah. It's good. You'll love it.
- Honey. No one wants your fake meats.
- I'll just have bread and water.
Thanks. [Scott scoffs]
- You're not a prisoner, Chloe.
- Are you sure?
Because this feels like torture.
- I don't know why you won't just let me heat up
the frozen dinners. - Oh yeah, please.
Heat up the frozen meals with no power.
I'd love to see this.
You gonna make a little fire in the kitchen?
[Scott chuckles]
- Gas is different than electric.
- [Liv] Different bills. - [Scott] Different bills.
- [Liv] Yeah. - [Scott] That's right.
- [Liv] Mm-hm. - You got a smart mom.
[distant coyotes howling]
Whoa.
- [Liv] They are wild.
- [Julie] They don't want free thinkers.
No, no, no.
They want little robots marching in line
to the sound of whatever story they want you to believe.
Goddamn, they said that runs this country.
No, I'm not gonna take off my shirt.
Fuck you. Pervert.
[sighs]
What was I saying?
Okay. Yeah, the lizards.
Um...
[distant rumble]
um... what...
was that?
[distant howling]
- What's gotten into them?
- Maybe they are hungry.
- [scoffs] Yeah.
They wouldn't turn down food.
I'm gonna try it.
Why not.
Mmmm.
[groaning]
- [Chloe] No, no. God.
- It's good.
- Um... hello?
[loud thud] [Julie gasps]
What the fuck was that?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
What?
[distant coyotes howling]
Okay, screw this. I'm getting out of here.
[suspenseful music]
[coyote growling]
[menacing music]
Um... hi.
[grumbling]
Bye-bye.
Go.
What the fuck.
- [sobbing] Fuck!
See you next time around, baby.
[sniffles, sobbing]
[suspenseful music]
- Hey.
- Fuck. Fuck!
You scared the shit out of me.
- Uh...
- Where the fuck have you been?
- Charging my phone in your car.
I got stuck in a scroll.
- I'm not fucking paying you for that.
[indistinct] [sobbing]
Actually, I'm glad you're back.
Listen, I need a favor.
I need you to help me.
I need you to--I need you to help me grieve.
- Um...
[distant howling] God, do you hear that?
[gasps sharply] - I need you to help me hurt.
Can you help me hurt?
- Yeah. I can do that.
- Yeah.
- [Julie] You've been a bad boy.
- Oh, God!
- You're such a sad, pathetic loser.
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.
- Poor little boy. Daddy doesn't love you.
- Yeah. Ah!
- Feel that pain.
- It hurts so bad. - [Julie] Bitch!
- [Trip] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Punish me. Punish me.
I want you to punish me.
Yeah.
[Trip moans]
Yeah, more. More. [grunts] - [Julie] There you go.
There you go. [Trip groans]
You're a little snowflake bitch.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell me-- - [Julie] There you go.
- Tell me I'll never have another pet.
I'll never have another pet.
[Trip groans]
- Yeah.
- [Trip] Oh, don't stop. Oh.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Trip.
They got inside. [gasps deeply]
- [Trip] Who got inside?
[coyote growling]
What's wrong? Chill. - They got inside.
- I'm not inside. - Sorry.
[Julie groans]
[Julie gasping]
- Fuck off!
Get back here, you bitch!
Yo! Oh fuck!
[bullet ricochets] [glass shatters]
[Trip] Bitch!
Where the fuck are you?!
- My God!
- Ah fuck!
[menacing music] [rapid gunfire]
- [breathing heavily]
Ah! [distant rapid gunfire]
[Trip screaming]
Ah, Trip!
I'm so happy that you made it.
[Trip grunts] I'm so sorry that I left.
I promise I will never do that again.
I promise I will never, ever do that again.
Fucking promise.
What the fuck am I supposed to do with it?
- One of those fuckers comes in,
you smack the living shit out of it.
- With this?
[clattering]
[gun cocks]
Give me one of those. - What? Are you fucking nuts?
You'd shoot me.
[door thudding]
Come on, motherfucker.
[door knob rattling]
[door hinges creaking]
[Trip] Come on, bitch.
- They can open doors?
[dramatic music]
[coyote growling]
Sorry.
- [Trip] You bitch!
[rapid gunfire] Ah!
- [growling]
- [Liv] Zombie. Someone's asleep.
No. The neck.
Adjusting the neck. Walking.
Walking out.
[laughs] The spine?
Chiropractor. - [Chloe] So stupid.
- [Liv] Lunatic. - Can't give up.
- Neck. Wait, sshhh...
[gunfire]
- What was that?
- Is Trip lighting up fireworks?
- [chuckles] That checks.
So, Chloe. Chloe.
Chloe, Chloe, come on.
Chloe, Chloe.
[gunfire]
- [Chloe] Why is he setting them off inside?
- I don't know. He's an idiot.
I mean-- - [Liv] Sshh.
[distant gunfire] Yeah, what is that?
- You don't think he shot that poor girl, do you?
[distant gunfire]
- I don't think those are fireworks.
- He's probably-- [distant gunfire]
[Charlie barks]
- Charlie!
Go grab him.
- [Liv] Scott, come on. - Okay. I'll go get him.
You guys stay here.
Ah, it's my turn when I come back.
- You know, I'm gonna call 911.
I don't-- something feels weird.
[phone keys beep]
- [Dispatcher] Please hold.
All operators are currently assisting other callers.
- Shit. [phone beeps]
- [Scott] Charlie. Hey.
[soft squeak]
Come on, buddy.
[Charlie whimpers]
Ah, there you are.
Thanks for interrupting the game, Charlie.
Turd.
Come on, buddy.
Come on, good boy.
Come on. Easy. [Charlie whimpers]
Hey, hey. Take it easy.
Is it really that... [distant rustles]
bad in there?
[distant coyotes howling]
[unsettling music]
[distant rustle, creaks]
Whoa.
What is going on tonight?
[distant creaking]
What the hell?
[distant howling]
[leaves rustling]
[Charlie barks]
Yeah, Charlie.
Tough guy. You wouldn't last two minutes out there.
- [Liv] You okay?
- Yeah. I'm good.
It's wild out there.
[finger cracks] Ow!
- Oh, God. - God damn it.
- Get him, Scott. - Yes, I know.
I'll get him.
Liv, get back inside.
[coyote growls]
- Oh, my God.
[coyotes growling]
- [Chloe] Mom.
- Chloe, go!
- Run! - [Liv] Get back inside.
Oh, my God.
[both panting]
- What about Dad?
- He's a fast runner.
- I've never seen him run in my life.
- Charlie. Charlie.
Ah, shit!
[distant howling]
[Scott groans]
[Scott strains]
[Scott groans]
Fucking Charlie.
- Mom? Mom?
- Yeah.
- Mom, this is all my fault.
- What do you mean?
- I saw a coyote and I-- and it looked hungry,
so I fed it.
And then the next day, there were two of them,
so I fed them both.
I thought if stopped feeding them,
they would stop coming but they didn't stop.
Mom, they didn't stop.
- Honey. Oh, Chloe. Honey.
- It's all my fault.
- No, Chloe. Look at me.
This is not normal behavior.
- Okay.
- [Liv] Okay.
- Charlie.
Charlie.
Hey, Trip. It's Scott.
Just looking for my dog.
Don't shoot me. [laughs]
Oh, my God.
He's got a jungle in his living room.
It's wild.
Of course he does.
Charlie. Hey.
Here, here, Charlie.
Come on, Charlie.
Charlie, fuck.
Uh...
Trip, did I hear gunshots in here?
What the fuck.
Charlie.
[distant thud] [Scott shudders]
[knife clanks]
[Scott breathing heavily]
Charlie.
[suspenseful music builds up]
[music stops]
[panting]
Charlie.
[eerie music]
- [groaning weakly]
[weakly] Help me... Stu.
[gagging]
[knife clanks]
[rapid gunfire]
- Oh! Whoa! Hey! Don't shoot!
- Stay the fuck away.
- [Scott] It's okay. It's okay. It's me.
- I don't even know who the fuck you are.
- Scott. We met.
I'm the neighbor.
You don't want to shoot the neighbor.
- I'm so sorry. I...
- [Scott] It's okay. It's okay.
I'm just gonna open the door, okay?
Can you put the gun down, please?
- Yeah. I'm so--I'm so sorry.
- [Scott] It's okay.
- They got in.
They were everywhere.
There were so many of them. - Okay.
- I tried to stay and fight with him,
I did, but he insisted.
He was so brave.
He said, “Julie, go, go. Get out of here.”
So I did. I...
I ran in here and then I--
oh, God, I could hear him screaming out there.
Suddenly he stopped.
It sounded like they were eating him.
- [gags]
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
That's awful.
It's not your fault.
You--you... you did what you could do.
- Yeah. I did everything I could.
- Listen. I gotta get back to my family.
You should come with me.
I think if we go through the backyards, really, really--
- No. There's no way I'm walking out there.
- I can't stay here. I have to go to my--
- We can drive.
- Okay, great. Okay, um...
would you do me a favor and go first,
so you block my view,
because the sight of blood makes me really woozy.
Just the thought of what I saw in there
is--is--is making me kind of lightheaded.
- Sure.
- Never knew coyotes to behave like this.
Once in a while you hear about them eating a little dog,
but this is fucking nuts.
- [Julie] Don't worry about it.
[phone ringing] Shit. It's me.
I'm sorry. Sorry.
Oh! Oh, it's Devon.
- Who? - He's our pest guy.
Our pest control guy.
Devon. Devon, thank God.
- Uh-huh, you called?
- I did?
Shit, I did.
Fourteen times. I'm sorry, but listen, listen.
We could really use your help right now.
- You need to give the poison time to work.
Not gonna happen overnight.
Three to 10 days to fully get rid of your problem.
- It's not the rats.
We have a crazy situation here.
- I'm having a real situation here too,
with someone calling me on my night off.
- No, no, no, no. It's coyotes.
- I will be there before sunrise to check the rat traps.
- [Scott] Devon.
- Night-night.
[sighs]
- Shit.
- That sounded like it went well.
- We gotta get out of here.
[Scott] Okay.
What?
- As soon as we get out there,
you better move your goddamn ass.
- It's a good thing I'm a fast runner.
What? I am.
[coyote barks]
That's not good.
[coyote growling]
[suspenseful music]
- Oh, shit. Jesus!
[bullets ricochet] [groans]
- Fucking bitch!
- [Scott] Fuck!
[Julie straining] [rapid gunfire]
- [sobbing] You... - [Scott] Julie.
- You killed my client before he Venmoed me.
[sobs] And he was a regular.
- Okay. That's--that's good.
That's good.
You got him.
I think he's dead.
Let's go.
Please, please, let's go.
[Chloe sobbing]
- It's not your fault, honey.
No, it's not.
It's all gonna be okay.
Come here.
[Chloe breathing heavily]
[faint barking]
- Charlie. It's Charlie, Mom.
- Yes.
[Charlie whimpers]
- Charlie.
[Charlie barking] [Chloe] Charlie.
- Get him, baby. Get him.
Oh, God! Come on!
[panting] [coyote barking]
Honey.
- What is that?
It's gonna get inside.
- We're gonna be okay.
What is making them so crazy?
- Holy shit.
- Oh, fuck. - It's the chemtrails.
- The what?
- You know those long strings of white puffy clouds
behind airplanes? - Yeah, yeah.
- Okay. Those are chemicals that the government
is dumping into the atmosphere to mind control us,
but it's killing all the bees
and it's driving all the animals crazy.
You know, it's like in that movie,
you know, the one where all the birds attack everyone.
What's it called? Um...
The one with all the birds.
- The Birds?
- [Julie] No, that's not the one.
It reminds me of this moment.
But you know, where the birds are coming out her head?
And it's really, it's an iconic movie.
Why don't you know the name of it?
- I'm pretty sure it's The Birds.
- [Julie] No, [indistinct].
Oh, man, it's gonna come to me later.
- Yeah, agree to disagree.
Let's--could you give me the keys?
- Oh, fuck!
- What?
- Oh, God. The fucking--
The gate isn't gonna open because the power is out.
- Oh, shit.
- Oh, God. My bad.
- Ever been off roading?
- No.
- [Scott] Hold on.
- [Julie] Slow down. Oh, no. [groans]
[Scott groans]
You couldn't have just parked it?
- Sorry.
We needed the force
- Oh, my God. - to go through the gate.
Are you okay?
- Barely. - [Scott] Sorry.
Told you I'd never gone off roading.
Don't sue me. Remember, I--
remember I saved you.
- Oh, shit. I gotta go see a chiropractor.
[Scott screaming]
[Scott] Oh, fuck. - Oh, my God.
[Scott screams]
- Get the fuck off my husband!
[Scott screams]
[Liv screaming] [fire extinguisher hissing]
[panting]
Hey, babe.
Let's go inside.
- Liv, is that you?
You look like a superhero.
[sighs]
[glass breaking]
[glass shatters]
[flame whooshes]
- [Liv] Chloe, close the door. Close the door.
Quick, Chloe.
You got it. Oh, good.
- [Scott] Hey. Hey, guys.
[panting]
- What have you two been up to?
- Uh, yeah. Just--just hanging out.
[chuckles]
- Liv.
- Julie.
- Bet you didn't think your weekend
would turn out like this.
- Honestly, in my line of work, you never know.
- Oh. [Charlie barks]
- Oh, is that Charlie?
Is he okay?
- He's good.
- [Scott] Yeah. - Yeah, he's good.
- It's good to see you.
- [Liv] Oh, there's, uh--oh. - Right.
Hooooo.
- [Liv] Okay. Let me help you.
- Oof. Is it bad?
Is it bad?
- Uh, don't look.
- [Scott] Why? - [Liv] Sorry. Not that bad.
- Why don't you want me to look? - No, it's okay.
Let's just--let's get you upstairs.
- Oh, I saw it. - Come on.
- [Scott grunts] - Okay. Come on.
Remember your breathing exercises.
- [Scott] Whoo. Okay.
- [Liv] Oh. You're bleeding all over the carpet.
Oh, don't--don't.
- So, uh, your dad...
what's his deal?
- He's got a thing about blood.
Yeah.
On Thanksgiving, he, uh,
he cut his finger carving our turkey
and passed out right in the mashed potatoes.
Julie chuckles] [Chloe blows raspberry]
[flesh sizzling] [Scott groaning]
- Okay. Okay.
- You're definitely gonna need stitches,
and probably a rabies shot.
- That's great.
Something to look forward to when I get out of here.
- Yeah.
You know, Chloe thinks this is all her fault.
- What? Why?
- She's been feeding the coyotes.
She said they looked hungry.
She's... she's being sweet, really.
- No. This is-- I don't know what this is.
This is almost like some kind of mass hysteria.
It's like when those monkeys started attacking the tourists
in Thailand.
- Yeah, when whales ram boats.
- Right.
Why wouldn't Chloe tell me about the coyotes?
- [sighs]
Because you're not here.
- What are you talking about?
- You're not here.
You're not with us.
You're not with your daughter.
You're always working. You know?
I mean, it's like if we come
and try and have a conversation with you in your office,
it's like walking on eggshells.
- We don't know what to say. - I'm working.
I--I--I finally got this great--
- Yeah, we're aware you're working.
We are very well aware you're working.
- Everything I do is for you and Chloe.
For this house, for this life.
Would you rather be in that shitty one bedroom
in Koreatown?
Above the noisy restaurant?
Could never sleep?
Fucking toilet always backing?
- Yes. Yes.
I loved that place because we were with you.
We were with you.
We miss you.
Scott? - What?
- When you left Trip's, was it on fire?
- Huh?
[flames crackling]
[coyote howling]
It's important to not panic.
We just have to figure out a way off this hill,
and we're going to get off this hill.
Okay? I know it looks bad outside,
but there are roads that are open,
and we just have to contact somebody.
So any working cell phones, iPads, anything?
- [Liv] No. Everything's dead.
- Chloe. You have no juice?
- No.
- [Scott] You really have no juice?
- Yeah. I mean, I used it.
- [Scott] Okay, that's okay. That's okay.
Um... - [Chloe] Sorry.
- Excuse me? I'm so--
- ...and we are...
What?
- You had a phone this whole time that works?
- Yeah. I was charging it in Trip's car
when those wolves started coming around.
- First of all, they're coyotes.
Secondly-- - Okay, whatever.
I doubt Trip cared if they were coyotes or cows
when they were eating his lungs.
- They ate his lungs?
- [Liv] No, no, no, honey.
- [Scott] They ate some of his lungs, but he was dead.
All right? He died peacefully. - That didn't happen.
- [Julie] I heard him screaming.
- He died very peacefully.
Doesn't matter. Can I borrow it, please?
- For what?
- For an emergency call
because of the emergency we're all experiencing.
- Okay, sure.
- Oh, God bless you.
You're at 86%?
- [Liv] What?!
- Yeah. Excuse me for being responsible.
- I'm stunned.
- [Dispatcher] Please hold--
- Oh shit. Okay.
I'm--I'm--I'm on hold.
Can you do me a huge favor and just stay on the phone?
We're on hold. - Mm-hm.
- Remember the emergency. Take a look outside.
Okay? - Yeah.
- All right.
More ideas, and there are no bad ideas.
Just throw them out. Just--
- What if we build a cage?
- Oh. I know I said there are no bad ideas,
and I love that you're using your brain.
But how would we ever build one big enough
to fit all the coyotes inside and to get them to go in it?
Keep it going. Okay, I don't mean to be negative--
- But it wouldn't be for them.
It'd be for us, like, like a shark cage.
Yeah.
- That could work.
- No way.
- I--I could build it.
I could. - No, honey. You know what?
It doesn't come with instructions,
and you're not very good with your hands.
I know you want to be that person.
I see it in your-- - I am that person.
- Hey, hey, hey. Where are we?
What's the address? - Oh, okay, okay.
Six-two-- [distant growl]
[phone beeps]
- [Julie] The call just dropped.
[whispers] Fuck.
- [Liv] [whispering] I forgot to close the window.
- [shushes] Hide.
- [shuddering]
- [softly] Where is Chloe?
- [softly] Under the stairs. [whimpering]
- [whispers] Oh, fuck.
[suspenseful music]
- [shuddering]
[Liv gasps]
- [whimpers]
[coyote sniffing]
[tin can thudding]
[whimpers] [tin can clanks]
- [sobs]
[coyote grumbling]
[coyote sniffing]
[coyote munching]
[shudders]
[Scott clears throat]
- [mouths] Chloe.
- Go.
[shudders]
[high-pitch squeak]
[Chloe gasps]
- [gasps]
[coyote barking]
[Chloe screams]
- Chloe, run!
[suspenseful music]
Stay.
[coyote snarls]
Heel.
Stay.
Heel.
Sit. Sit.
Liv! Liv! - No, Scott!
No. [panting]
[Liv strains] [coyote barking]
Scott! Help!
- Shit! Shit!
- [Liv] Scott!
[Scott screams]
- [sobs]
[coyote growling]
[gasping, muffled sobbing]
[coyote growling]
[Scott yells]
- [panting]
[metal clanks]
Did I get it?
- Yeah.
[Scott panting]
[Chloe screaming]
Go!
- Chloe! Hang on, kid.
Chloe, Chloe. I'm coming, kid.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Chloe!
Scott, help me get her out. - [Scott] Um...
- [Liv] Okay. It's okay.
[Chloe sobbing] Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
It's okay. It's okay, baby.
You're okay. You're okay.
[Liv] Chloe, look at me.
- [Chloe] Is Charlie okay?
- He's in the laundry. Look in the laundry.
Char--Charlie. Look for Charlie in the laundry hamper.
- Okay. Oh, there he is.
He's okay. He's okay.
- [whispers] It's okay. You did so good.
[Chloe groans] - I'm scared.
I'm scared. - It's okay if you're scared.
- [panting]
- [Liv] You're okay.
There's a first aid kit in the bathroom.
Go!
- Okay.
- Okay. Okay. You're okay.
[Chloe grunts in pain] - Okay. You're okay.
You're gonna be okay.
- [Liv] No, no, no, Scott! Don't you dare.
Oh, God. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here. It's okay.
[Scott gasps sharply]
- Honey.
Sweetie. Chloe.
Thank God.
- Yeah. She's doing good.
- I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- What are you talking about?
- I shouldn't have fed them.
- No, no.
Kiddo, you didn't do this.
You didn't do this.
- Mom says I'm gonna have a scar like a vampire bite.
- Oh, that'll be-- that'll be cool.
- Yeah, that's right.
- Vampires like a-- what did we say--
a mythical lady of the night?
- That's a euphemism for a prostitute
dating back to the 17th century.
- Oh. I didn't even know you were here.
Hey, thank you, Julie.
- You're welcome.
- [whispering] Honey, I'm gonna talk to your dad a minute.
Why don't you rest? Okay?
- Okay.
- [whispering] No one is coming for us.
We have to get her to the ER.
Hey. Build it.
[pensive music]
- [Scott] Okay, I can do this.
I can do this.
Let's see here. Some music.
80s badgers.
80s badgers? 80s bangers.
That's perfect.
[upbeat music]
[device whirring]
- [music continues] - [pounding]
[Scott groans]
[muffled pounding and music]
- What--what is all that noise?
- Your dad's building something.
- Is that safe?
[upbeat music]
- Fuck.
[video rewinding]
[button clicks] 90s jams.
That'll do.
[rap music]
[wielding rod crackling]
This is kind of wrong.
Okay... okay.
[sighs]
[gentle music]
[walkie talkie beeps]
Liv.
Liv, you hear me up there?
[static noise]
- [Liv] Yeah, I hear you.
[walkie talkie beeps]
- I just wanna say... you were right.
I've treated you guys like background art
of some stupid comic--
[sobs]
And I'm so sorry.
And Chloe,
I don't even remember when she stopped calling me Dad.
Started calling me Scott.
I just kind of ignored it.
[sobs]
And I see the way you look at me and I...
and I know you're just bracing for disappointment.
And I'm so sorry.
Liv?
[beep]
- Sorry, Scott. I...I didn't catch that.
Can you say that again?
- Really?
- Yeah, it was just [imitates static noise].
- [laughs] Uh... [sniffles]
No, I just--I was— when did it cut out?
- I heard “I want to,” and then nothing.
- Oh [laughs].
I was just saying I want to... go on a trip
when all this is over.
That'd be really nice.
We haven't done that in a long time.
- Yeah, I'd really like that.
- [Scott] That'd be fun.
Okay.
Okay, I'll see-- I'll see you soon.
[walkie talkie beeps]
[flames crackling]
[soft, tense music]
- [Julie] Someone's coming.
Someone's coming.
Oh, someone's coming. [shrieks]
- He doesn't know.
We have to warn him.
- No, no, no. Don't!
[coyote growls]
[muffled barking]
- He's a professional.
He'll be fine.
[car door creaks open]
[car door slams]
- [Devon] [sighs] Welcome to Hollywood.
[distant coyotes howling]
Ah, Jesus.
Storms shut down the hills,
but I snaked through the back roads like a rat.
End of days.
[coyote growls] [gasps]
Look at what we got here.
You boys thirsty?
[coyote growls]
[coyotes barking]
- [Julie] No, get away. It's not safe.
- [Liv] They're gonna fucking kill you.
Get back in the van!
- [Julie] Don't be a hero.
- What's going on up there?
- [Liv] The pest control guy is here.
- What? He is? - [Liv] Yes.
- Should I--should I keep going?
[coyote growls]
[suspenseful music]
[electricity crackling]
- You want to dance, you four legged freak?!
Come at me. Hey.
What are you doing?!
You're gonna miss the K-9 barbecue!
[laughs]
[coyote snarls] [Devon screams]
- Oh, my--!
[Devon screaming]
- [muffled screaming]
- Oh, my God!
[Devon grunts]
Oh, no. I can't see this.
- Oh, don't. Yeah, you don't want to see this.
[muffled screaming, sobbing]
- What's going on?
- [grunts]
[metal clanks]
- [Liv] Think they got him.
Look, I don't know how your little invention
is coming along, but you might want to hurry
or it's gonna be fucking useless.
- Well, you can't rush a masterpiece.
- Yes, you can!
[faint whimpers]
[walkie talkie beeps]
- Is Charlie with you guys?
- [Liv] Yeah, he's here with Chloe.
[walkie talkie beeps]
- Okay.
[whispers] What?
[lamp thuds]
[box thuds]
Is this a bad idea?
This is definitely a bad idea.
[strains]
[creaks]
This is great.
This is a great idea.
[Scott groaning]
[Scott panting]
[whimpering]
Oh, my God.
What are you--oh.
Did you get trapped in here by that mean pest control guy?
Come here. Oh, my God.
Were you the one making all that noise?
That's okay. That's okay.
We shouldn't be hanging out in here.
Gotta get you out of here.
There's a fire coming.
We're gonna--we're gonna come back for you.
Okay? All right.
Come on, buddy.
I got you.
God, I hope you like Charlie.
[munching]
[Scott] They just wanted their puppies.
That's why they were so pissed.
- [Liv] What? Is the cage built?
- Pretty much, but um, I gotta do this on my own.
- [Chloe] Dad, this was a really bad idea,
and sharks break into cages sometimes.
Don't do this. - It's gonna be fine.
Chloe, this was your idea, and it's gonna work.
It's gonna work.
[wood cracks]
It's gonna work.
[sighs]
[dramatic music]
[baby coyotes whimpering]
Okay, nice and easy.
[chuckles] Oh, it works.
- There he is.
Do you see?
- I see something.
[cage creaking, rattling]
- Hey, I've got something you want.
You want to make a trade?
[Scott howling]
[Scott] You wanna make a trade?
- He didn't have instructions.
- [Scott] I got something you want.
- He did good.
- Ah! Pig!
Shit! Stop! You turn your--
- My God! I can't watch this.
- Please stop. Stop it!
Oh, fuck.
- Oh, me neither.
[coyote growling]
[coyotes howling]
- What does that mean?
I wish you guys could translate what just happened.
- Oh, my God.
Mm-mm.
[walkie talkie beeps]
- Guys, I'm gonna make the hand off.
Chloe, this is gonna work.
- Dad, don't do this.
- Just have faith in your old man.
Okay.
- [groans]
- I hope those aren't my last words.
- [Chloe] Come on.
Come on, Dad.
- Here we go, guys.
You ready to go home?
I know I am.
[baby coyote whimpers]
Oops, sorry. All right.
[walkie talkie static]
Nice and easy.
Go ahead.
Okay. Nice and easy. Nice and easy.
Want to make a trade.
[coyotes barks, growling]
Okay. Okay... Easy.
[coyote barks]
Just... easy.
Easy. Relax.
[coyote barks]
Okay. All right.
They were under my house. I didn't put them there.
[walkie talkie static]
Nice and easy.
And we're all gonna live happily ever after.
I know you just want to keep your family safe.
Me too.
Your family for mine. Okay?
You're gonna go home.
Go back to your family.
I'm gonna go back to mine.
- [whispers] Come on.
You got this.
[walkie talkie static]
- [whispers] Come on, Dad.
[dramatic music]
[music stops]
[walkie talkie static]
[Chloe] [whispers] Come on.
[dramatic music continues] - [Scott] Here you go, bud.
Here you go.
Good? Good.
Okay. Okay, buddy.
You're gonna go home.
[walkie talkie static]
[Scott] Chloe, it worked.
- [Julie] Oh, my God!
- Honey, he did it.
[Liv chuckles]
[uplifting music]
[walkie talkie beeps] - You can come out now.
We're gonna get out of this hill.
- [Liv] Oh, honey.
[Liv squeals]
- All right, let's get the fuck out of here.
- [breathing heavily]
[gentle piano chords]
[uplifting music]
Oh.
[Liv and Chloe breathing heavily]
[Julie screaming]
- [indistinct] fuck me!
[Julie screaming]
Get off me!
[Julie grunting]
- [strains] [electricity crackles]
We had a deal!
- [groans]
[Scott strains] [Julie gasping]
- You okay?
- I thought you had a thing with blood?
- Oh yeah.
I think I'm getting over it.
Come on. - Come on.
[vehicle door sliding]
- Okay. [all panting]
Everybody in? Everything okay?
- [shouts] Just drive the van!
- Okay. God!
[car engine revs]
[tire screeches]
[choir singing] ♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
♪ Halle-llelujah, hallelujah
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah
♪ Hallelujah, halle-llelujah
- We're going too slow, Scott. - I--I--look.
- Daddy, faster! - Are you for real?
- My--my foo--It is. It is. It's not mine.
♪ Hallelujah, halle-llelujah
Pretty cool bite you have.
- Drive the van, honey.
- That's the fastest it goes. It's a stick.
I haven't driven a stick in a while.
- Stick a couple of ladies of the night back here.
- I don't think that's appropriate.
[air hisses]
[loud explosion]
[Julie gasps] - Oh, my God.
- Is that our house?
[muffled explosion]
- Not anymore.
[creaking]
[thudding and clanking]
[Devon gasps deeply]
- I don't care.
I got everything I need in this van.
- Yeah.
- Except for my comic book collection.
[exhales]
[ethereal music]
- [growls] [baby coyote whimpers]
Hey, where are you going?
- The original Fantastic Four.
Who cares?
- [Liv] Mm-hm.
- Ah. And first appearance Thor.
- Every--everything's in the van.
- But yeah, we're alive.
- Mm-hm. Yeah.
- [Scott] I'll get them at some trade show.
- Not so fast.
[coyote barks]
- But maybe because I have them in a lock box,
so maybe they're protected.
- Just drive the van, Scott,
and as far away from Hollywood as possible.
[intense music]
[coyote growling]
- Come on. Give me all you got.
[coyote growls]
Come on!
[echoes] Yeah!
[upbeat music]
♪ I'm dying in LA
♪ Visit stands pretty
♪ Wanna be your big name
♪ Just like Marilyn
♪ ♪
♪ I'm dying in LA
♪ ♪
♪ I'm dying in LA
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]