- Previously on Being Human. - Aaah!
So what? You drank from Josh and got immunized?
- There's a vaccine for the virus.
Werewolf blood. But Josh and Nora are off-limits.
(Growling)
- Aaah!
I got scratched by Liam.
On the next full moon, I'm gonna be a wolf.
- This is Pete.
- Ah! Hi, there!
Took me a long time to find peace with my wolf.
Have you guys ever tried meditation?
That's where I first met him.
- Ah!
I'm decomposing. The price for hanging on is too high.
How long till I need something more substantial than a mouse?
- Nick?
What's wrong with you? Aaah!
(Birds chirping)
- Hello?
You don't have to be afraid!
Why would he be afraid?
I'm the one who should be...
(Twig snaps)
...afraid.
(Panting)
(Inhales sharply)
Hey there!
I should probably name you, huh?
Listen, we should talk...
or commune...
or whatever.
So--so please don't...
(Growls)
...go.
(Sighing)
Damn.
- That's good, man.
You were in for over 10 minutes.
How'd it go?
- It was a complete and abject failure.
I'm naked, wandering around the forest in my brain
and the stupid wolf hates me.
Then I pop out of it to find Obi-Wan the werewolf
offering a hot beverage and baked goods.
- Do you want a cookie? - Yes, I do!
(Woman screaming)
(Screaming continues)
(Screaming stops)
(Man vocalizing)
- The child?
- I'm sorry.
But the baby is with God now.
He was not strong enough.
- Suzanna? - Your wife is very weak.
- Suzanna. - But she will live.
- Oh, my love.
Sleep now.
I am right here.
(Groans)
(Repetitive thudding)
What are doing up so early?
- I couldn't sleep.
I kept dreaming about eating in a bad way.
Why are you walking around with no shoes on?
- Um, I--I'm not sure.
- Were you sleepwalking?
- I don't sleepwalk.
- But you were on the streets in bare feet.
(Stammers)
Also, you stink.
- Well, I was in some garbage.
- Oh! Bender much?
- I was not on a bender! I had one bag of blood. One.
And then I read a book and then I went to bed.
(Sighing)
- I have a theory.
I think you're backed up.
- What do you mean backed up?
- Sexually.
When was the last time
you broke off a piece for yourself?
More than a year.
And Kat comes along,
and you guys flirt,
she makes you soup when you had vampire-death flu,
and you wanna get on that.
(Stammers)
But you can't.
You're a gentleman, so you're holding off.
But that doesn't stop your subconscious mind.
Mm-hmm.
You go to sleep and it takes over,
sending you out into the world,
just looking for some ass.
I was a psych major for a semester.
- Oh my God. I'm not backed up.
- Oh, so you and Kat have, uh...
- No!
No, not that it's any of your business.
(Sighing)
We're not there yet.
- Where are you? Over the bra? Under the bra?
- We're going on a 2nd date. - Where?
- I don't know. She wants to keep it a surprise.
Don't.
(Sighing)
Look, I actually think it's pretty nice.
I mean, I like surprises...
(Inhales, moans)
...kind of like normal-people surprises.
I can see you're not gonna stop. I'm gonna take a shower.
- Yeah, showers. Cold showers.
- OK, listen to me! You are one of the only people I know
who is less weird as a ghost
than you are as a person.
Just saying.
(Telephone ringing)
- Hello?
Zoe? Wait, what?
Oh my God!
That's Nick?
- I don't know what to do!
(Birds chirping)
- Yeah, I'm just not sure this is me, you know?
Meditating, searching for my inner insides.
I was never much of a "be the ball" kind of guy, you know?
- So what is it, Josh?
Is it self-loathing?
Is it the constant fear of hurting strangers?
(Squirrel chattering)
- For years, all I wanted was to be rid of the wolf.
And then, when that finally came true,
all it did was shine a light on the fact
that I'm still in this world.
The friends I have, Nora...
I will always be stuck in this world.
And I just have to figure out a way to live in it.
- How long you been fighting with your wolf?
- Five years.
- And how long have you spent meditating?
- Two days.
- Ah, you're right. I know, you're right.
- Tell you what.
You bring a 6-pack tonight,
and we'll nail this thing down.
No stopping until you get some face time
with your furrier side.
- And then he came at me, so I grabbed the bat,
but he just wouldn't stop coming!
- It's OK. You were protecting yourself.
- You would never hurt me!
- Yes. Yes, I would have.
And so will Sally, eventually.
- That's not true! It's not true!
- You know what the hunger is, Sally.
It's only a matter of time.
I'm not saying this because I'm angry.
I'm not trying to blame you for anything.
I'm just worried about her.
- We have to do something.
You got him back once.
Maybe this time he could be like he was before.
- Sally can't do anything.
And neither can you.
(Gasps)
See?
It's not an entirely unhappy ending.
I get my door.
I guess I served my purpose
by warning you.
- I'm so sorry. - No.
- God, I'm--I'm sorry. - Do not be sorry.
I am so grateful for this time that we had together.
I'm the one who's sorry.
You have to deal with all this.
And stay away from Sally.
She will kill you,
even if she doesn't think she will.
- Zoe, is there something I can do?
- Goodbye, Sally.
- Please don't do this. Please don't cut me off.
You know how hard I tried to make everything work.
- I know, but I don't want to have to do this again.
You have to stay away from me.
- What about Nick?
His body. What are you gonna do about that?
Josh, I'm sorry to call you in on this.
- No, it's all right.
- I didn't know what else to do.
- Is Zoe OK?
- Um, no, she's, uh...
I'd say she's pretty far from that.
- Yeah.
- Is Nick gonna be safe here?
- Yeah, I mean, this should do.
There's no foot traffic,
and this hole's deep enough
that the animals should leave him alone.
Oh my God!
- Are you OK?
- I can't believe how unremarkable it's become
to dispose of a body.
- I'll finish. I got it.
- No, I got it.
Can you do me a favour
and bring me up to speed here?
So Nick was killed by Zoe
because his reanimated corpse
developed a craving for flesh,
for human flesh, like a zombie.
- Yeah.
- But you don't have
the same zombie-like appetite, right?
- No. - Well, that's something.
- Not really.
Not yet.
I may be a flesh-eater.
- You may be.
Well, have you or have you not eaten flesh?
- I've eaten small things.
Mice.
- Mice.
- Yeah, but I quit cold turkey.
It made the hunger worse.
Once I ate the mouse, it just made me want to eat more things.
(Groans)
Like, bigger things.
OK, well, we'll just go home and we'll noodle this through.
We'll get Aidan on board.
- Oh, Aidan knows.
Josh, I didn't want to dump more stuff on you. I'm sorry.
- OK.
(Panting)
Well, now that we know what we're dealing with, we can--
we can deal with it more, right?
(Grunts)
- Oh no. - What?
"Oh no" what?
- Stevie? He doesn't know.
What if he has the same thing Nick and I have?
He's out there somewhere wandering around.
He's completely clueless!
And hungry.
(Horse snorts)
- The Bible assures we will face the judgement of the Lord,
when we enter his kingdom in heaven.
But what of now, here, in Corwich?
Surely we witness God's judicious hand in our lives.
If he finds us unworthy, he may take from us --
our crops, our homes, our family.
We are all aware that 2 young members of our family
have been trying to start a brood of their own.
Once again...
they have lost the precious little life.
This is tragic, yes.
But it allows us to show that we deserve a place with God.
And we do this by opening our hearts
and by prayer.
Let us bow our heads.
Lord, we call upon you
in the service of Aidan and Suzanna Waite,
so that one day,
you may find their souls worthy enough to show them your grace
and grant them the gift of a child.
(Bell tolling)
- They pity us for our tragedy.
- They pity us because that jackanape dragged our tragedy
up and down his aisles.
- Aidan Waite,
do not sling words like that toward a reverend.
- What should I call him then? An ass?
That is what he is, a jealous ass.
Herring had his eye on you the moment he came to town.
The man has had it in for me
since the day I put a ring on your finger.
- You should mind your pride.
- Ha! Why? Because God will look on that
and find me more unworthy than he already has,
according to Herring?
You cannot believe what Herring said.
God would not want our child dead.
- We tried so hard.
- Shhh... And we shall keep trying.
But please, do not expect me to sit still
while that man uses his sermons to rub salt on our wounds.
- So, what do you think?
I present to you Boston's rare book archive.
- Sweet!
- It's nice to be here with a civilian
who enjoys the smell of dried binding glue.
- Oh yeah, well, don't forget the, uh, whisper of mold.
(Giggling)
- What's with the backpack?
- Oh, I carry food around. It's like a blood-sugar thing.
- Oh, does that mean you have sandwiches and Twinkies?
- Uh, well, no, not anymore.
I already ate.
- Well, I still appreciate you embracing
the whole scholarly, field-trip vibe.
- I see. So, this is gonna be our thing now, huh?
Lunch boxes and history and old stuff?
Because I'm cool with that.
I mean, look, I've been working on this Lewis and Clark riff
a long time.
I've been dying to try it out.
- This excursion isn't about history or some old books.
It's about one book. Singular.
- OK.
Wait, hold on for a second.
Are you--are you allowed to do that,
just, like, pull stuff off the shelves?
- Yeah, it's cool. I roll deep here.
- Days on the Charles.
- You're smiling.
- Well, yeah, this is neat.
- Yeah, you're smiling just to be nice.
And you're thinking:
"Why is this chick handing me this random-ass book?"
- No, that's--that's spot on, actually. That's exactly it.
Uh, Corwich, Massachusetts.
Printed by... Edmund Waite.
- You mumble-spewed something about Corwich
when you were sick,
and I remembered this book
from this exhibition on local printings.
I assume this guy is some relation?
- Yeah, yeah. Yeah, we are related.
Uh, he is...
He's my father...
father's great-great- great grandfather.
- Seriously?
- Yeah.
- Crap!
- What? Is there something--
I shouldn't be holding this?
- No. Jeff.
- Jeff?
- My ex is here.
The guy and the jacket patches and young thing on his arm.
Yeah, I know. He was my professor.
- Not judging.
- No, judge away. Younger women are his M.O.
Do you mind if we hide?
- No, I don't mind, but he might.
- Kat? - Aw, crap!
- Oh! Is that you?
(Chuckling nervously)
- Hey.
(Dog barking)
- This is Stevie's old house.
OK, what exactly is the plan here?
We're just gonna walk up to the door, knock,
tell these innocent people,
who I would guess are forever scarred
by the suicide of their child
that he is now a reanimated corpse
and has an undeniable craving for human flesh.
Is that what we're gonna do?
- Well, yeah. That's pretty much what I got.
It'll be quick and painful.
- Like a drive-by.
(Knocking)
- Here we go.
You're crying. Why are you crying?
- Because when we tell his mom,
then she's gonna cry and she's gonna hate us.
And then I'm gonna cry anyways, so...
I'm emotional right now!
- Just let me do the talking. - OK.
This is bad, this is bad, this is bad.
- It's all right.
- Stevie?
You look good. Josh, he looks good.
- What are you doing here?
- Come in.
- It is so good to see you.
- Hmm!
- How have you been?
- Same old, same old.
You know, still at B.C.
- Kat's an adjunct in history. - That's great.
- Marissa's gonna be doing an MA in English.
- Which means he keeps bugging me to get my MA.
I keep trying to get it through his head that I'm taking
a year break before my brain explodes.
- Hello. I'm Aidan Waite.
- Oh, right! Sorry. Jeff Westin. It's nice to meet you, man.
- And you're Marissa? - Yeah, hi.
- And you graduated last year. - That's right.
- So you're here to see the atlases?
- How'd you know?
- Lucky guess.
(Kat chuckling)
- What say we continue the tour?
- We should continue the tour.
- Yeah.
- Nice to meet you, Marissa. Jeff.
- I'm so happy for you guys! That's great.
Anyway, man, you just-- You take care of her, all right?
- Oh, I do, Jeff.
Yeah, I do.
Look, hey, I'm sorry about the "take care of you" thing.
It's just that he's a little bit condescending, huh?
- No, it's OK. I just didn't have it in me
to take a swipe at him.
- Do you--do you need to call it a day?
We can hang out some other time.
- No, no. I'm good. I'm good.
I just need to go someplace that serves alcohol.
- I made it to Memphis before I ran out of money.
I tried looking for a job,
but it's kind of hard
to negotiate under the table for money
when you look like a 16-year-old.
I tried living on the street.
Didn't take too long until I got scared.
Then I remembered the lake house.
- Keanu? - Sandy?
- What? - Nothing, just go on.
- Continue.
- My parents have a house on Wilson Lake.
This time every year, they hang out there for weeks.
So while they're at the lake, I'm hiding out here.
- That's not safe. What if they come home?
- They're not--not coming home.
I mean, my folks are like clockwork.
I have at least another week.
- Stevie, you don't have another week.
You need to come home with us now.
- Seriously?
- Yeah, Jeff and I were together for 4 years.
- Four years, that's serious.
- He has 2 kids from a previous marriage,
Andy and Belinda.
We'd get them every other weekend.
It was great, actually.
Jeff and I would lie around
and talk about starting a family of our own, you know,
getting a house and all of it.
- I'll bet that he was just telling you
what you wanted to hear?
- And then when I finally was like:
"OK, it's time for us to take the next step,"
it was like I caught him stealing,
and he told me that he already had
all the kids he wanted to have
and that marriage was overrated.
- What did you do?
- I packed up and I moved out.
- Sorry.
- No, uh, don't be.
It was a good thing.
You know, I learned a lot about what I want.
I want a family.
(Woman singing on stereo, indistinct)
Don't get me wrong.
I can handle being single,
and I love my job.
But yeah, one day, I want a house full of kids.
This is so not 2nd date conversation material.
We should be talking about Thai food
and the sanitization of The Hunger Games.
- I can't have children.
(Chokes)
I mean, it's not that I don't like kids. I love kids.
It's just that I can't produce any of my own.
- I'm so sorry.
- No, no, no.
I've dealt with it. It's just that, um,
it's just that I understand, you know,
uh, the frustration of being denied a family,
the, uh...
the desperation and the anger
and the blame.
(Chuckles)
I'm really sorry. This is, uh, the early reveal.
Sorry about it.
You were being so --
- No! - ...honest with me,
I felt like... I owed it to you. - It's OK.
(Knocking)
(Chickens clucking)
- Reverend Herring!
- Afternoon!
- What can I do for you, Reverend?
- You can start by explaining why
you have not been in church in 2 months.
- Please take no offense to my absence, Reverend.
I simply did not want to sully the souls
of my fellow parishioners.
- I see my sermon had an ill effect on you.
- Well, that was its intent, though,
was it not?
Why else do you use your pulpit to throw personal barbs?
- Suzanna seems to have taken my call to pray for her as genuine.
I feel it has fed her soul, as was intended.
- Everyone knows that women are the stronger of the sexes.
They rise easier from an injury.
- If my words strike you so deep,
perhaps you should look at the stain on your soul
and learn why it offends God.
- Even if there was a speck of truth to your words,
that would mean that your God is a cruel beast
who would snuff the life of an infant to spite the parents.
Then I should want nothing to do with that God!
- Aidan!
- And there it is,
the beast within the man.
- You should go, Reverend.
- Very well. I can see now that it is only one person
who's unworthy in the eyes of the Lord
and I am thankful that he will never bring
his sad, dark seed to fruition.
- Aidan, no! Oh!
Reverend, I am so sorry!
- Never come back here.
(Rooster crowing)
(Suzanna crying)
(Siren in distance)
- I'm sorry, I just don't think it's a very good idea.
- Why not?
- Look, you guys have a full house!
And no offense, but the worse things happen to you people.
- Do you have any idea how dangerous you are?
- Why? 'Cause if I see someone I know,
something bad can happen to them?
Look, I was practically invisible when I was alive.
- We're past that now. Things have changed.
Nick's dead.
- What do you mean?
- Do you see what happened to my head?
- I was trying not to be rude.
- Let me tell you how this happened.
(Sighing)
- Stevie, you're, um, out of hand soap.
(Sniffing)
Stevie!
- There is an arm in your house!
In the breadbox, there is an arm!
- Where is that from?
Who is that from, Stevie?
- OK, look. I did go to Memphis.
OK, and I did run out of money.
And I got scared and I did come home.
But there's no lake house.
- So your parents?
- Look, I needed to see them.
I thought it would make me feel better!
I knew it would make them feel better too, and it worked!
My mom cried, my dad wouldn't let go of me.
I mean, I explained everything to them.
Limbo, all of it!
And I went to bed that night in my old room,
thinking everything in my life had been fixed.
And then I wake up and find them.
- When did this happen?
- Weeks ago.
I didn't know what to do!
I put them in the garage freezer.
- Ugh!
- I knew all their information.
They haven't changed their passwords or anything.
- No one's looked for them? No one's come looking for them?
- The gardener was paid. The lawn was mowed.
The electricity stayed on!
Then I got hungry.
Look, I just couldn't stop stuffing my face with food
at every moment of the day!
Oh, and then I got a sore, like that one, on my ear,
and I itched it.
I guess I was nervous, but I couldn't stop,
and then one day, my ear, it almost fell off,
and I didn't care!
My appetite had changed.
Food wasn't enough anymore.
And then it kicked in.
I knew what would make it better.
- So that's your dad?
- No.
(Sighing)
I finished them already.
It's the mailman.
- So you're--you're saying that you just--
- He's telling us that he--
that he cannibalized his parents
and that he killed and ate a United States postal worker.
- What? I didn't know what to do!
- Oh my God, Stevie! - OK, OK! Just--
Stevie, listen to me. You're coming home with us.
- No, you just heard Josh!
There's no going home for me!
Do you guys really wanna help me?
- Of course we wanna help you! That's why we're here, Stevie!
- OK, there's one thing you guys can do for me.
Every morning, I wake up,
I stand on that chair...
put my head through that noose.
And I cry because I'm scared.
- Scared of dying?
- Scared of what comes after.
I mean, the first time I killed myself,
I had so much time to be miserable
and think about the mistake I'd made.
(Sighing)
When I feel that rope on my neck...
I remember waiting to die...
and I back out.
(Sighing)
But now that you guys are here,
it doesn't have to be like that.
- What are you talking about?
- I need you guys to help me end this.
(Scoffs)
- Stevie, you're not thinking clearly.
- How can you say that?
- You're asking me to kill you.
Do you understand how that sounds?
- Yes, it sounds terrible.
That's why I need you to help me!
- There's a different way.
- OK, well, what is it?
- We're working on it.
- Yeah. All right.
So I'll just keep on going, thinking about my mom and dad,
seeing their faces, how happy they were,
not knowing what I've done to them.
- Stevie, that wasn't your fault!
- She's right, Stevie. You're not evil, man.
You're a good guy. You're...
a decent guy.
- You're wrong.
All I am now...
is hungry.
- Stevie, no! Stevie!
(Panting)
- Can't you see? I can't wait for a solution!
(Stevie grunting)
I gonna kill again at any moment!
- So if you're a danger then I am too, right?
I should kill myself along with you.
Is that what you're saying?
- Please, Josh, you know I'm right. Just help me.
- Sally, leave the room.
- What?
- I have to help him.
- And now you've lost your mind too?
- No. I think I figured it out.
I think I figured out how to survive in this world.
In our world, you have to be able to make impossible choices,
not run from them.
I told you before.
This is my fault. I--I'm in this, OK?
I brought you all back.
And now I have to deal with the consequences,
and the pain.
Stevie's in too much pain, Sally.
- This isn't right. This is not who you are.
- It's exactly who I am now.
Go.
(Crickets chirping)
- It's done.
- Is it my turn now?
Let's get this over with before it gets out of hand.
- Don't. Don't say that.
Don't even think like that.
Stevie was too far gone.
You're not like that.
You haven't hurt anyone yet, and you're not going to.
You're gonna fight.
We're gonna save you.
Do you understand me?
(Whooshing)
- I knew I'd see you again.
- Stevie, I'm sorry.
- Oh, stop.
Look, you got me out of limbo.
OK? You gave me a 2nd chance.
Thank you.
And thank you, too, Josh.
- Is he--is he OK?
- I don't know if I'll ever be OK,
but at least I'm not hungry, so there's that.
No way.
- Stevie's gonna be fine.
His door's here.
- What do I do? Do I just go in?
- That's the general idea.
- Sally, I don't know what to say.
(Chuckles)
I think you might be my best friend,
for what that's worth.
- It's worth a lot.
(Sighing)
- Thanks again.
- Now go.
(Sighing)
These things tend to be impatient.
- Stevie, wait!
- Is something wrong?
- Yeah, something is very wrong.
(Car honking)
- I had a million scenarios in my head
how this date would fall apart
and this wasn't one of them.
- Yeah, it didn't exactly go to plan.
- Uh, maybe next time we can talk about an ex
who hurt you the most.
- Next time?
- Yeah, what, you don't want there to be a next time?
- Um... ah! Nothing would make me happier.
It's just that I understand how you feel
and I don't really wanna waste your time.
- You're not a waste of time.
I'm the one who shared too much tonight.
You opened up and made me feel better.
That's not easy.
- I just don't wanna play games.
- Neither do I.
- Um, you know what?
Hmm! I was just thinking that
we're just, like, both a little bit too raw
for this to be a good idea.
- No. Yeah. You're right.
- Mm-hmm.
(Clears throat)
- See you later.
- You can count on it.
* Swallowed whole
* By the devil's
(Sighing)
* Eyes
(Siren wailing in distance)
* All
* Is not
* Lost... *
(Knocking)
- I don't care if it's a bad idea.
- What are you doing?
- Getting rid of my fingerprints.
I never thought I'd have to say that.
Never thought I'd be doing this.
(Sighing)
So ghost doors are never the same?
- Never.
Everyone's door is their door.
- Let's add that to the list of things we need to figure out.
- My clock's ticking.
- I know.
If you're gonna go through the same door,
we need to figure out what's on the other of it.
- That's not what I'm talking about.
(Sighing)
That arm in there...
I wanna eat that.
I don't know how much time I have left, Josh,
but I'm afraid you're all in trouble with me around.
(Grunting)
(Choking)
- What's up with Dave?
- That's what's supposed to happen.
That's how you know it's working.
- I'm next.
- Pete! Sorry I'm late.
I had a breakthrough.
A horrible, tragic breakthrough.
(Screaming)
Pete!
Oh my God! - Josh.
- Wait! - Get off him!
- What did your buddy call you?
- Josh.
- Not this guy.
He's off limits. So is his girlfriend.
It's part of the deal.
(Groaning)
- Get out!
(Grunts)
(Panting and growling)
(Pete screaming)
(Suzanna screaming)
- I know that I have strayed.
I have been an angry man, a spiteful man.
But now I beg of you, please...
(Suzanna screaming)
...let me have this.
Let this night end for me with a healthy wife and child.
And I swear to you, God...
I shall live the rest of my days as your unfailing servant.
If I should live 100 years,
everyday will be spent...
as a good man.
(Suzanna screaming)
Please, Lord.
(Baby crying)
(Crying)
- Mr. Waite?
- Yes?
- Would you like to meet your son?
(Sobs)
- A son?
- A healthy, beautiful son.
(Crying)
- He looks just like you.
Hold him.
(Crying)
- Thank you, Lord.
(Siren wailing in distance)
* Once I was young
(Groans)
* Inventing everything that is wrong *
* As long as you're aware
* Not to stand too close
* You're getting much too serious **