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(ominous music continues)
(shovel scraping)
(flapping wings)
- I had to go out there and bury Buck tonight.
(tense music) (shovel scraping)
(tense music continues) (bag crinkling)
(shovel scraping)
Relax, I'm not gonna get drunk.
I'm just gonna dig a hole, put him in it,
bury it, and hit the sack.
(shovel scraping) (tense music continues)
(sighs heavily) Well, Buck, you really were my best friend.
I mean, even though you pissed on my speakers once,
I forgave you. (tense music continues)
But you know who I didn't forgive?
The pack of coyotes that tore you apart.
And I promise you, I promise you, I'm gonna find them.
And I'm gonna skin them alive.
You got my word, Buck.
You got my word. (tense music continues)
(eerie whoosh)
(wind chimes ringing) (wings flutter)
What the fuck was that? (tense music continues)
Well, Buck, looks like my revenge
is coming a little sooner than I thought.
Come on out.
You want a bullet?
Huh? You want a bullet?
What do you want?
A shovel?
Want a shovel across the head?
(loads and cocks rifle) Name it!
(creature growling)
(shouting) No! No!
(dishes clattering) (tense music continues)
(sighs heavily)
- [Woman] Clyde?
(ominous music builds)
(scream fades) (ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues)
(heavy rock music)
(engine revving) (heavy rock music continues)
(heavy rock music continues)
(quick sniff) (heavy rock music continues)
- I'm good. (heavy rock music continues)
(engine thumping) (engine grinding)
Fuck. (engine winding down)
- What the shit trip!
I thought this was a muscle car!
Where the fuck is the muscle?
- Dammit, I think I blew the thermostat.
- (scoffs) Well, you also blew this date.
It's probably the only thing getting blown tonight.
- Well, I can guarantee you one thing,
if we don't get this taken care of today.
- Yeah, what's that?
- We're both fucked.
- This is what I get for dating a guy from the gym!
- You know, aways back I thought I saw a shop
with the bay door open.
I think there was even a tow truck parked out front.
- Aways back?
You expect me to walk in the middle of nowhere
in this dust bowl to some greasy shop?
There needs to be Yelp reviews for losers.
- I'll do the walking.
You just sit tight, princess.
(hand thuds on dashboard)
Hey, easy, this is a classic!
- No, this is classic.
Just make sure you hurry back to me, Stewart.
- Don't worry, I'll be back
in two snorts of your snow vacuum.
- (mocking laugh) Douche bag.
(trunk thuds shut) (truck whizzes past)
(he sighs)
(lighter flicks open)
(wind blowing)
- Well, you folks definitely have a thermostat
that took a shit.
And if you would've ran any hotter,
you would've blew a head.
- Can you quit this sex talk
and tell us how to get out of this grease pit?
- You know, your lady friend here,
she isn't the pleasant type, is she?
- (scoffs) I am not his lady.
In fact, if I had decent cell service,
I would've called a real man and asked him to pick me up.
- Hey, you know what, I was wrong, sir.
She's a real cunt.
- What did you just call me?
Trevor, I am not gonna stand for this.
Do something.
- (chuckles) It's like you said,
"You're not my lady friend".
- I cannot believe this shit!
- Look, let's quit the bickering, ladies,
so I can get you folks outta here.
- I second that.
- I just wanna fucking go home.
- Hey fella, why don't you come with me out back.
Go find the part you need.
Get you on your way.
- You, you...
Let's do it! (tense music)
- Come on, let's go.
Sit tight, be right back. (ominous music)
Well looky here.
Imagine that, it's right there.
Why don't you go ahead and grab it for me,
- Man, what are the odds of you having
the thermostat for the exact same truck?
- Well, I like my odds better
of me killing you with this hammer.
- What do you mean? (squishy blow lands)
(squishy blows repeating)
(eerie tense music)
(hammer bangs on shelf) - Where the fuck's Trevor?
- Your boy Trevor's out back taking a nap, a dirt one,
just like you're about to do.
- Daisy!
Sick her! (creature snarling)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(ominous rock music)
(ominous rock music continues)
(upbeat blues music)
(fat sizzling) (upbeat blues music continues)
(food sizzling) (upbeat blues music continues)
(upbeat blues music continues)
(tense music) (artillery exploding)
(gun firing)
(tense music continues)
(truck purrs up)
- Dammit, Felix!
I dropped in here this morning 'cause I'm low on 3 DOT.
You don't have shit on them shelves.
- Well, it's been a spell since the vendor's
been up this way. (cockerel crowing)
- Well, Fel, get on the horn to the vendor
or this place isn't gonna be here.
- I appreciate the concern, Carl.
You're a good man.
- Yeah, I'm a good man.
I'm a good man 'cause I knew your dad.
God rest his soul.
You on the other hand, I always knew you were a slacker.
When you came back a crippled shell of a man from the war,
I knew that was gonna put your dad in an early grave.
- Well, I apologize if that means anything to you.
- It's about as meaningless as tits on a bull, son.
Now you know what I gotta do?
I have to take my business down to Habs Mini Mart,
that's not right.
Get your shit together, Felix.
- Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
(chickens clucking) (Felix muttering angrily)
(ominous music) Yeah, this is Felix.
What the hell you mean the end of the month?
I need that list right now, like, yesterday.
I don't give a jumping cricket shit
what the hell the problem is.
Pandemic are not, my friend, I got a business to run here
and I need supplies to make it happen.
Thanks a lot, shit bird.
Looks like I gotta go down to Hab's Mini Mart
to make this shit happen.
Worthless!
God dammit.
Look, I would need to go out for a while.
I'll be back. (creature snarling)
You're hungry?
Look, we talked about doing this at nighttime.
It's too risky. (creature snarling)
Well, I'm not gonna make any promises.
I'll see what I can do.
(licking of lips and slurping)
(eerie music)
- Yo peeps, we're in the middle of Bumfuck, Egypt,
and we live.
Really though, I'm in a town called Cutler,
and we're standing in front of Habs Mini Mart.
Today we're gonna try some small town cuisine.
You know, hit a taco truck or two,
maybe interview some locals
about the rural life in the Dust Bowl.
Some real bits of rat type shit, you know what I mean?
Oh shit! It's Pigpen from Charlie Brown.
Let me guess! You the town's DA, huh?
- One of them funny little shit birds, aren't you?
- Ah, some people just can't take the joke, I guess.
I'm gonna get on go inside and see if they got any
dollar sushi to help with constipation.
Be sound. - Better wipe that little
footage you got in that computer of yours, boy.
(engine whirring) (engine revving)
(distant engines roaring)
(bag crinkling)
(cell phone ringing)
- Yuri, is this you calling so late?
- It's not a pope in the hat made of cheese, motherfucker.
Where's my edit?
- Easy, my boy.
- Let's get something straight.
There's nothing easy about what I do, all right?
I deal with QC guidelines on top of YouTube fuckheads.
Speaking of, where's this piece of shit, D?
- Look man, D was supposed to come by hours ago
with the footage for me to edit.
I'm doing my job waiting for the footage.
So D...
I don't really know man.
- I'm getting fucked here and I need answers,
as well as my fucking content.
Do you understand that in a few hours
I will look like a complete ass without that
premiering upload because of
that little twat? - I hear you man, all right.
I'm on it. I will locate him.
- I pay you good, Z. No?
- Yeah, man, most def.
- Right, so when you say you on it,
I want you on it like two flies fucking.
- Fuck you too.
(Z muttering angrily)
(indistinct speech on TV)
(cell phone ringing)
- Hello.
- Yo, Jerry,
- [TV Character] Watch your tongue.
- Did D come by to crash tonight?
- Man, I ain't seen D in like two days. What's going on?
- I'm not sure, Pops.
He went out to shoot some content for the show this morning.
Supposed to come by for an editing session, but nothing man.
- Where'd he go? Was he with anybody?
- Nah, he wasn't with anybody, but,
I believe he went to a town called Cutler.
- Yeah, definitely outta character.
We can't really go knocking on doors at 12:00 AM can we?
- It's not like 10 million subscribers
don't know who the cat is.
- Why don't we go to Cutler at dawn and see what's going on?
You know my boy as well as I do.
Probably ran into some country bumpkin,
got his shoes under her bed as we speak.
(both laughing)
- Yeah. Word, word.
All right, Pops, I'll see you first thing.
- All right, Z.
Boy, you better be knee deep in some pussy
and not in a cell.
(sighs) - No, A chili cheeseburger
with the burger!
(ominous music) - Well, I can tell you
one thing, Daisy.
War is absolute fucking hell.
(rockets firing) (shells booming)
Kandahar was ravaged by both barrels
and anything in between them.
Shit, I'm surprised some of the shit birds
crawled out from beneath the rubble to be honest.
The team and I were clearing the tunnel system
when all hell broke loose.
The whole squad was gone.
Potter, Savini, Campbell, blown to pieces,
and I was left laying there like a roadkill in a ditch
waiting for support, air support,
ground support, any type of support.
(ominous music)
My leg was busted, my jaw was broken.
(flies buzzing)
You know, I was sitting there baking in the desert heat.
(creature growls softly)
I, I'm getting there, I'm getting there.
All the water was gone, food rations were gone.
And I looked up in the sky,
all I could see it was a bright light, boom,
and outta nowhere I heard this clicking sound,
and I looked over at just a little prairie dog hole.
I, and I started sticking my fingers
in there and digging in there.
And lo and behold, yep, that's where I found you.
You were no bigger than a hummingbird egg.
In fact, it almost popped you in my mouth I was so hungry.
But then you bit me and I was like,
"Man, this little girl here's hungrier than I am".
And so after a few hours went by, you know,
the rescue squad came and found us.
Well, I stuck you in my ammunition belt.
And the rest is history. (ominous music)
Yeah, I saved you.
But on the other hand, you saved me
and that's why I love you.
Now I want you to get a good night's sleep, Daisy, okay?
I love you, goodnight.
(ominous music continues)
- Z, check it out. It's a cop car.
- What they gotta do with me, Pops?
- We can ask them, see if they seen anything, man.
- "We can ask them?"
- Man. Just wait here.
Good morning. (taps on car)
- Hey, good morning. What can we do for you?
- Just have a couple questions.
- Sure. - My son came to this town
last night filming some content for his show.
Haven't heard from him since.
I don't know if you guys have heard or seen anything?
- I don't know. We haven't heard anything.
- All right.
- What's going on with your son?
- He just, he's missing.
- Missing. Okay.
How old is your son?
- He's 21. - 21. So he's an adult.
When was the last time you contacted him?
- Well, we haven't heard from him in eight hours,
so we're kind of worried.
- Does he have any medical conditions
or impairments that make him high risk?
- Nope. - No.
Well, since it hasn't been 24 hours yet,
we can't really enter him into the system.
I would say wait until this evening.
If you haven't heard him, he may turn up in our drunk tank,
or we may get a call on him
and we'll be willing to take a report for you at that time
and come by the PD and we'll take a report for you.
But I would say wait.
- Can I go knock on some doors?
- We don't mind if you do that,
but if you start disturbing the peace,
our hands will be tied.
- I understand. I'll keep it peaceful, I promise.
- Fair enough. - Thank you.
- Okay, good luck to you. - Thanks.
- He's probably shit-faced in a ditch somewhere.
- Yeah. Yeah, we're probably gonna get a call on him later.
- We'll find him. - Okay.
(door closes)
- Well, you were right.
They ain't gonna do nothing for 24 hours.
- (sighs) Some bullshit, man.
- Nah, Z. That's some small town bullshit.
But it's all right.
We'll go to that Culver store.
Ask around, see if anybody's seen anything before or after.
All right.
- All right. - All right.
(wind moans softly)
(car purrs up)
- Son of a bitch.
Who the fuck is that?
- So man's at the counter said this dude was seen
talking to D yesterday. (cockerel crows)
- That'll make him a suspect.
Besides, the cops said do this peacefully.
- Yeah, I got a piece.
I'm making it full. (cocks gun)
- Calm down, Z. Guy's just a working man.
It's probably just about his grind.
- Let's find out, Pops.
- Yeah. (cockerels crowing)
(tense music)
Place is a mess.
- Stinks on here man.
Fuck, bro. I'm stepping in dog shit, man.
- Relax
- Howdy fellas.
Folks looking for a brake job? An oil change or something?
- We're actually looking for a missing person. My son.
(tense music continues)
- Oh geez. We don't have any of those hanging around here.
Sorry about that.
- Yo man, this is my boy, D.
He went missing around these parts yesterday.
Did you see or hear or talk to anybody
that looked like this yesterday or even last night?
- No, can't say that I have, sorry about that.
- Are you a fucking liar, man?
Yo, he's a fucking liar, man.
Yo, straight up, yo.
So,
is that you?
- First of all, I'm not a liar.
Secondly, I served this great nation of ours,
I even have an injury to prove it.
Now, I may have seen your boy, had a word with him or two,
but it wasn't nothing memorable.
And that's the truth.
- That's the truth?
- I bet my leg on it.
- Yo. Appreciate it.
We have no more further questions.
Thank you for your service.
- You folks take care. Hope you find your boy.
- Yo, war hero or not, this man is hiding something.
We need to come back here and press him.
- Nah. We can go gather ourselves for a bit.
- Yo, Pops, this man is lying like big time.
- I know, I think so too.
But we're gonna come back, when it closes,
- You feel something?
- I seen something. You bring that piece.
(ominous music) (cockerel crows)
(car doors close)
(car revs away)
- God damn it.
God damn it! What did I fucking say?
It's too risky.
It's day time, it's too risky!
They know.
They know that I know.
They can come back here. (ominous music continues)
They can come back here and it can
all start to fall apart (bangs pole hard)
I want to get away from here. This is nuts!
- What did you see, Pops?
- I believe I seen D's car in that garage.
- What?
You didn't say anything?
Especially when I was calling him out.
- I wasn't trying to jump to conclusions in there, Z.
- Pops.
He was the last one to see him, lied to me, and now the car?
- That's why we're gonna wait till sundown.
We'll go and investigate.
- I say we just pistol whip him.
- You gotta wait for facts, Z. You know that.
- Two more, fellas?
You guys aren't from around here, are ya?
- We are definitely not.
- Well, town's a little quiet, but quiet's pretty good.
- Yeah. How about silent?
- Yeah. What's wrong with your buddy guy?
- He's fine. He'll be fine.
We're just looking for my son. He's lost or something.
Round here somewhere, so it's cool.
- Jesus!
Look, these two are on the house.
- You sure about that? - Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, my name's Teddy by the way.
- Can I ask you a question, Teddy?
- [Teddy] Sure, shoot. Shit.
- How much do you know about that mechanic
out in (indistinct)?
- Huh. You mean Felix the fruit cake?
(scoffs) Where do I begin?
Guy keeps odd hours. Freaking hardly bathes, stinks.
I won't let him in here, that's for damned sure.
Ah, he wouldn't even come in anyways.
But I heard he's an Army vet.
Crippled by the way. No doubt.
- Yeah, that's about as much as we got out of him, right?
- Mm.
- I'm impressed, Columbo.
New in town, you know about as much as me.
Not too shabby.
Look, I might be opening up a crazy can of worms,
but you see that guy in the corner?
- What about him? - Town's reverend.
Really heavy drinker, really bad alcoholic.
But you know, he is Catholic,
so we kind of give him a break around here.
Speaking of breaks, heard he had a nervous breakdown
that same exact garage that Felix was in.
I mean, if you want you can go over there
and pick his brain about it.
- I say we give it a chance, Pops.
- Yeah, why not?
The worst that's could happen
is he's gonna fart and belch in your area.
(flames roaring) (wood crackling)
- Yeah, I shit you not,
I seen that woman in white at atop of Skaggs Bridge
and I just booked it, man.
- Shut up, Doyle. You're freaking us out.
- Hey, speaking of freaks.
Y'all ever hear that one about that weird dude
that owns the garage here in town?
- Shut up, Billy.
- No, no, no. I think I heard this one.
- [Jinny] Heard what?
- Well that fella, that fella that owns the garage,
he ain't just some weirdo,
and he ain't just working on cars alone.
- What do you mean?
- Lives with some freak woman?
- Like a deformed person or something?
- I, I heard it wasn't even a woman, even a woman.
- That sounds so creepy.
- [Billy] No, it's real.
- Shut the fuck up, Billy.
You're talking out your ass to get laid with Tina tonight.
- Shit. I don't, I don't need luck for that.
I don't need y'all to believe me either.
How about I show y'all?
- Oh hell no.
- Doyle, grab your flashlight.
We're taking these girls monster hunting.
(he howls) (laughing)
(tense music)
- Hey Judas.
- Gee-
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy, Father.
Just wanna ask you some questions, that's all.
- Oh yeah? About what?
How about deception?
How about evil? (tense music continues)
- Maybe all of the above.
- Shit, this guy's a nut.
- Billy, can we please go?
- No, wait. No, not until we see the monster.
- What if this is just some shit fuck story
and we get caught for trespassing?
You guys, come on, let's go.
- This ain't no story girl.
My uncle saw one fly outta the garage one time.
We ain't leaving until it shows.
(tense music continues)
- Anybody seen my little Daisy bird?
There she is.
How you doing?
It's been a while since we had a little dance,
don't you think?
Wanna dance with daddy?
What do you wanna hear?
- Oh! - Shh, shh, shh.
- Stop. - He's talking to someone.
- Who? Move over Billy, leet me see.
- Baby, gimme your phone. Your camera's the best.
- That man has something evil in that garage.
Something God himself couldn't even create.
(tense music continues)
- [Pops] Man, what are you talking about?
- Buy me another scotch and I'll tell you.
- Man, this guy's the town fucking drunk
- Teddy. Give Sven another the scotch please.
- Sure thing.
- Wanna dance today? What do you wanna hear?
Clementine it is. Come on.
Remember how I told you to do it, right?
Here we go.
♪ Oh my darling, oh my darling ♪
♪ Oh my darling Clementine ♪
- Doyle, move. I gotta get a video of this.
♪ Dreadful sorrow, Clementine ♪
- Jeez almighty, he's dancing with her.
- Doyle, get me the fuck out of here.
Come on, I'm freaking out. Let's go.
(metallic bang) (dramatic music)
- Right there filthy shit birds.
(knife squelches into the eye) How does that feel?
- Oh, my God! - Oh, my God, no!
(dramatic music)
- Let's get outta here! - Fuck!
(screams)
- [Billy] I gotta call the cops.
(pitchfork slams in) - No you won't.
I bet you won't, boy.
(he groans)
♪ Lost and gone forever, sweet sorrow, Clementine ♪
(sniggers)
(creature chomps and munches) (ominous music)
- All right, Padre, we got you feeling good,
now tell us your story.
- No, I don't think you wanna hear it.
- [Z] But we long overdue.
- We're gonna have to go way back.
Back before, back when I was a man of the cloth,
man of faith. (tense music)
Jesus Christ. It's hot in here.
Do you have a waiting area that's cooler?
- Oh yeah.
Right out next to the kidney-shaped pool out back.
- You know, that's no way to talk to a man of God.
- I'm curious, you know,
is that communion wine drinking outta that
little bottle of yours, Padre?
- It's the blood of Christ.
- Oh, that's mighty godly of you.
- Amen.
(indistinct chatter)
What are we looking at here? Are we almost done?
- Yep. It's just a starter.
Took the old one out, put a new one in.
Got a 12-month guarantee on it. You're good to go.
- Well thank you, Jesus.
- Why?
I did the work.
- I thank you as well. But God should get all the glory.
- [Felix] Ugh, tomayto, tomato, whatever Padre.
Lemme get the paperwork together.
- Wait, paperwork?
- Well we got an install. I got the parts, labor.
It all adds up.
- I don't charge you for my services.
For the amount of work I do for this community,
I shouldn't be charged.
- Look, look.
Well this little Texas beauty I put inside here
goes for 395.95.
I think you got a good deal there.
- Deal?
That sounds like a steal.
I'm a, I'm a priest for God's sake.
I'm not paying that shit!
- Look, look, I don't give a fuck if you're the Pope's hat.
I need my fucking payment.
- Look, maybe we can make a deal.
I'm a priest, I don't, I quite frankly,
I can't even afford that shit, okay?
- (sighs) Okay, look,
I'm gonna take it down a half to 159.59
and then we'll call it square there.
- Okay, okay. But even because I'm tax exempt.
- Jesus Christ. - Yes, thank you.
(snaps fingers) - Priests don't stop, do you?
- Thank you to Jesus Christ. Yes, you're right.
- [Felix] All right, I'll be back with the paperwork.
- Okay.
Thank you.
Thank you, God.
(eerie whooshing)
(ominous music)
The next thing you know I woke up in front of my church.
Crashed.
- [Pops] But did you tell the cops?
- Well, I tried to. They were too busy fucking arresting me.
- [Pops] So they faked it?
- Oh no. Well they tried to blame it on my holy water.
- [Pops] Hence no church.
- Mm. And no credibility.
- [Pops] Hmm, I'm not sure if I believe that story, Father,
but I believe my son is on that property,
and me and Z, we're gonna find him.
- No, no, you can't go out there.
- Padre.
We are going to get my boy tonight.
No monster, no man is gonna get in the way of that.
- (sighs) Well, you got room for a third?
- All right, Padre.
What you got to send this thing back to hell?
- We got this here scotch. It's a good year too.
- (scoffs) Well that's great. All we got is your piece.
- I don't know. Hold on.
Got this here crossbow.
- Okay, Padre, you got the bolts?
- What's that?
- The bolts.
All right man, look, why don't you just hold this shit up
like this, like a fucking cross or something?
- Hey, watch your mouth.
Well God damn! Look, that could work.
- You know what? I'm taking this crowbar.
You got some holy water we could put on this thing?
- Hmm.
We've got this aqua fresh.
- Dude. - Amen.
Okay, let's get it.
(car purrs up)
(ominous music)
- Felix!
Where you at?
I know you never leave here.
Come on out, son, I wanna talk to you.
(cockerel crows)
I know I was a little harsh to you the other morning.
And to be honest, it's been stuck in my craw for a few days.
Sorry, Felix.
Your dad and I, you know we served together and shit.
I was the one that helped him get this place up and running.
I don't know if you know that? (ominous music continues)
I know you're trying here, son.
You never knock a man for trying.
I would, I would never knock your dad.
So therefore, I won't knock his blood.
For what it's worth, I'm gonna do better.
You, you just, you never knock a man for trying.
(snarling) (dramatic music)
Argh!
(squelching and groaning)
(long slurping sounds)
- No, no, no, no, no. Not Carl.
What the fuck you doing, Daisy?
I keep telling you to cool it!
This is Carl.
You think they'll be looking for that kid, right?
Everybody in this God damn town's gonna be looking for Carl.
Police'll be all over this place.
God damn it!
I told you.
Everybody knows Carl. He's a family friend.
Everybody in this town knows who Carl is.
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?
Now I gotta clean this shit up.
You gotta control yourself.
I thought we had an agreement?
(ominous music)
(insects chirping)
(men panting heavily)
- You think's in there, Lebowski?
- It's definitely not dirt.
- As soon as he leaves,
we'll check that first, all right, guys?
- All right.
Look, he's coming out.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues) (insects chirping)
(trunk slams shut)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- Daisy.
Daisy.
You hear me?
Daisy?
No more killing tonight.
Do you understand me?
It's getting outta control.
No more killing.
Now you sit tight and I'll be right back.
No more.
(ominous music continues) (insects chirping)
- Z.
Go in there.
- Man, let this Jesus looking nigga go first.
- What? Fuck that. - Go on.
- You heard him Padre, lead the way.
- Shit. (ominous music continues)
(footsteps crunching)
- Z. I got a feeling D's in here somewhere.
(ominous music continues)
- Fuck!
- Oh shit. Look like you guys found him.
(ominous music continues) (whooshing through shots)
(D gasps and groans)
(bones crunch) (heavy panting)
(ominous music continues) - Fuck, it's D's ice.
- [Pops] No, my God, no, not, not my son.
My son!
- These motherfuckers are ghosts. (cocks pistol)
- Did you hear that?
- I think it's a woman.
- Let's check it.
Where the fuck is it?
- Don't get too close, Z. That could be deadly.
- [Z] Yeah. Fuck that.
Wait, I see human in part.
(dramatic music)
- Ah, Jesus.
- Yo, home girl, you look fucked up.
- And naked too.
- [Pops] Father, give her some water.
- It's blessed.
- Give her some water.
(tense music)
Shit.
How long have you been here?
- (coughs) I don't know.
- What happened? - I don't fucking know.
- [Priest] This had to have been the creature.
- Bro, you were drunk off your holy ass.
- I know what I saw.
- He's right.
That big creepy thing with the teeth. He, he's not lying.
- What do you remember?
- I was on a date in one of those fast cars and Trevor,
he got out and started running and then there was this
mechanic that was creepy, and then, and then the thing!
(eerie music)
(creature gags and spits)
- Daisy, Daisy, Daisy, Daisy.
(creature growls)
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay,
(growls) it's okay, it's okay.
It's okay, it's okay. (tense music)
- All right, come on.
(dramatic musical tones) - Daisy!
- There's the creepy fucker, right there!
(dramatic music) (gun fires rapidly)
(he groans)
(he mutters) (tense music)
(creature roars)
(dramatic music)
(creature roars)
(swishing sounds) (crow bar clatters)
- Pops, Padre, get outta here.
I'll fight this damned demon. Come on demon.
Come on!
(chomping slurps)
(creature roars)
(flesh sizzles)
(ominous music)
- [Ginger] So what are we gonna do now?
Should we call the cops?
- [Pops] We're gonna tell 'em
it was a wild man killing people.
- [Priest] We need to say something about the beast.
(screams of delight) - Look, the guy's dead.
We don't need to tell the cops nothing more.
We're gonna wait.
This thing lost its handler.
So now it has to hunt on its own.
And when it does, and it definitely will,
we'll hunt it down and we'll drive a stake
through its godless heart.
You got me?
(ominous music continues)
(ominous music continues) (whooshing sound)
(ominous music continues) (squelch from behind)
(bottle smashes) (creature roars)
(upbeat rock music)
(upbeat rock music continues)
(hammer clangs on spike)
- [Priest] Throw me the hammer.
(upbeat rock music)
(hammer clangs on spike)
(laughs manically)
- See you in hell, fucker.
(spike slams down)
(creature moans)
♪ Lost and gone forever ♪
♪ Oh my darling, Clementine ♪
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(indistinct police radio chatter)
- Thank you so much for your agency's help.
Hopefully this office space works for you.
I gotta get back to that crime scene.
But if you need anything, please give me a call.
- Thank you. I really appreciate it.
This will be perfect,
but I do hope that this is gonna be the last.
- Okay then.
(indistinct chatter)
- [FBI Agent] So how did questioning go?
- So it went okay.
- But? - But I'm just not buying.
There's more to the situation than self-defense here.
- What makes you say that?
- You know when we wrangle up the usual suspects
and we don't give them time to rehearse?
Their stories just aren't gelling.
I mean there's more to this situation
than they're letting on.
- Okay.
And if they do, that doesn't change the fact
that we have a shot to shit
cannibal serial killer on our hands
with the amount of dead bodies buried on his property.
I mean, CSI is still processing,
and his DNA is linked to 90% of what's already been exhumed.
I'd say there's a lot of story
buried out there at that garage.
Pun not really intended.
- You're right. And it's probably nerves on their part.
But my gut is telling me that they're concealing a detail.
Major or minor.
I guess we'll just find out
when the investigation is complete.
- Exactly.
Let's not turn our witnesses into perps right away.
I mean, if we find that they've been
obstructing our investigation,
they will be picked up and charged.
I can promise you that.
- So, how's everybody doing?
- I'm good.
The grief counseling has been pretty good.
Teaching me to move on no matter how hard it is. And you?
- Yoga and lots of Xanax.
- [Pops] Padre, you look well. How you doing?
- Well, thank you.
Well, I've been reinstated
and back to following the righteous path, my children.
- So amazing.
- Well, thank you.
Well, after what just happened,
they had no other option just to reinstate me.
They found out I was telling the truth all along, so.
- [Pops] It was the truth.
- Amen. Drink to that.
Well, it's non-alcoholic.
(chuckles)
- [Pops] Can we help you?
- You all need to come with us now.
- The fuck we are.
- What is this about, guys?
- [Man] We know you were there that night.
- Where what? - Let's not beat around
- The night the three of you killed the cryptid.
- Well, what kind of crime was committed?
That thing was a murderer.
- Look, we need to ask you three some questions.
- We've already talked to the police, multiple times.
There's nothing more to say.
- Never heard about the second evening?
- [Pops] Yeah, we're done talking to the cops.
Enough already.
- You're not understanding.
- What you throwing down that we ain't picking up?
- We need your knowledge.
- On what exactly?
- How to kill them. (tense music)
(dramatic music)
- Oh Lord, help us.
(upbeat rock music)
(upbeat rock music continues)
(birds singing)
(long sigh)
- Yeah, hello Jerry? Hey, this is Yudi.
First of all, let me just say,
I'm so sorry I missed the service,
but I hope you received the food tray?
Oh, that's great.
Look, I know you've been through an ordeal,
and man, I tell you, if it was me in that very situation,
I don't know, would've probably done the same thing,
but with my personal bodyguard,
not an attitude and a fat priest.
Anyways, speaking of your new experience,
how about we talk about a new show?
Jerry and his Monster Hunters?
Can you see it?
Hello?
What the fuck?
This guy just hangs up on me? (scoffs)
Who shit in his cereal, man?
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(static crackles) - Well, Rachel,
why can't we just cover that big pile up on the 5?
I mean, I know it doesn't have
the death total of this place,
but it's a hell of a lot less creepy.
Trust me
- Because Hutchie, this is aired everywhere.
It's made national news. Okay?
It's banned in the UK right now.
We have to get this material, all right,
we have to do this, please. - Okay, okay, okay.
We'll get it. Let's go.
- Okay, this is serious. - Let's get outta here.
A little bit of adjusting. (static crackles)
Okay, got it in focus light's pretty good. All right.
Okay. Whenever you're ready, hun.
That was good.
(static crackles) - Good evening
and welcome to The Inside.
Tonight is our first night covering
the Cutler County massacre and the three dozen
innocent bodies it left behind.
(static and growling) God, Hutch, what was that?
- [Hutch] You want me to keep rolling?
- Yes, but let's get in the van
because I'm a little freaked out.
That was a little weird.
- I knew that it was a shitty idea to be out here.
(static crackles)
Why don't we just come back out here tomorrow
during the daytime when it's not nearly
this freaking creepy, okay?
- Okay, I'm with you. - All right,
let's get outta here. - All right, let's go.
- Why isn't this thing starting?
- Oh, come on. - Crank!
- Let's go. - What is this, a bad
B horror movie or something? - Hutch.
- I'm trying, okay? (static crackles)
- Let's go, let's go! - I'm trying, it won't start.
It won't start. - Oh my gosh.
- Wait. You hear anything? (static crackles)
- It's probably nothing.
Whatever it was (creature growls)
- Agh!
(static crackles) (both scream)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(upbeat rock music)
(upbeat rock music continues)