* MTV *
You should ask for a lawyer.
- You know what happens when we do that?
They arrest us.
Everett, are you all right?
[dramatic music]
Just here to talk.
* *
[creature growling]
It's right outside the house.
* *
- These are silver. - You made these?
- To kill werewolves? - Yes.
To kill us?
* *
[tense music]
* *
Less than 20% contained.
Do you know what that means?
Everything that can burn is on fire.
So if you know anything, you need to tell me right now.
Austin, tell her.
Tell her why you can't sleep,
why you can't even close your eyes.
* *
- Austin, do you know something about who set the fire?
It's not that.
This isn't about the fire?
Tell her.
I saw something.
* *
Okay.
What did you see?
On the highway.
[breathing rapidly]
- You saw someone on the highway?
* *
Not someone?
* *
[creature growls]
- Whatever he saw, it killed people,
and now he can't get it out of his head.
You people need to find this thing.
Find what thing?
Austin.
- There's something-- [screams]
- Just tell her what you told me.
She's not gonna believe me.
- Actually, I think I know what you're talking about.
It was big, right?
[screaming]
Yeah.
Dark fur, black?
Yeah.
About 7 feet tall?
[creature growls]
* *
Yeah.
Yes.
Fangs and claws?
* *
Was it an animal,
kind of like one of those?
* *
Austin, I don't want you to think those pictures
are hanging there as some kind of joke,
like we're mocking the witnesses.
I have them there to remind me
how powerful and confusing
a traumatic event like this can be.
I have no doubt that a 280-pound ram
charging right at you is completely terrifying.
It wasn't a ram.
- But it wasn't a 7-foot monster
with fangs and claws either, right?
Then what killed Connor?
- We're still looking for Connor.
What makes you think someone killed him?
Not someone.
- Austin, do you know where he is?
No.
Maybe you should ask the fucking ram.
Austin.
* *
[dramatic music]
* *
[tense music]
He's been out there too long.
- It's been less than ten minutes.
He's got the gun.
I'm going out.
- Couldn't find anything out there.
Are you sure about the cop?
- Yeah, one second the guy's standing there,
slamming my head into the wall,
and the next he's gone.
Gone meaning dead.
- Let's not jump to conclusions.
Whatever happened to him, we're gonna find out.
None of you here have seen
anything like that before, like, ever?
- I told you, this is all new to us too.
So we're safe?
It's not gonna kill us?
- Not if we're part of its pack.
It's protecting us.
From what, a shitty cop?
- How do we know it's not still coming after us?
We don't.
So we're gonna have to figure some things out,
how to keep you safe,
how to protect ourselves.
* *
Yes, it's silver,
which actually doesn't make for a very good bullet.
Metal is not as dense as lead, which affects the accuracy.
You made it yourself?
I made about 50 of them.
Bought the silver bullion online,
learned how to cast the bullets.
- We're never really gonna use them, right?
No.
Well, possibly.
You have to remember, when I found the two of you,
you were both cubs.
Wait, they were what?
Wolf cubs.
That's how I found them.
I brought them home thinking I would drop them off
at a wolf sanctuary and that would be it.
So how'd they get like that?
- To be honest, I don't know how it happened.
So you made silver bullets
just in case we turned back into wolves?
- I had no fucking idea what you were gonna turn into.
I didn't know who or what you were,
and I was alone.
Did I eventually find out the truth,
that the two of you are every bit as human
as me and anyone else?
Yeah, of course.
But you kept the bullets.
- And the gun--loaded.
Now you know why.
Our real father.
- I'm sorry, this is probably not even something
you guys are even thinking about right now,
but are we gonna turn into that,
that thing that's your real father?
That's not my father.
Then what is it?
It's a killer.
* *
I don't know if silver bullets actually kill werewolves,
but I have a feeling we're gonna find out.
* *
[distant sirens wailing]
[feathers rustling]
[soft dramatic music]
* *
[rustling]
[gun cocks]
[creature baying]
[ram lows]
[ram huffing]
[eerie music]
* *
I'm taking you home.
Tomorrow you're going to school,
just like everyone else.
I can't do it.
I can't go back to school tomorrow.
- If they're reopening the schools,
you need to be there.
You have to act like everything's normal,
both of you.
- [scoffs] Normal, for real?
And no more answering calls
from numbers you don't recognize.
Then why is he helping us?
I'm not so sure he is.
* *
- I know you don't have a phone,
but if you're near one and you need something,
call me.
Permanent marker?
- I thought you'd probably try and wash it off.
I'm still going to.
I know.
[distant sirens wailing]
It's not safe.
He said to stay here.
- He also has a rifle with silver bullets to kill us.
I'm going out.
[techno music]
* *
* When I'm scared *
* I find myself thinking 'bout you *
* *
* You're out there *
* And I'm alone in this room *
* *
* I wonder what you're doing now *
* And if you think about me too *
* 'Cause I'm always thinking about *
* I'm thinking about, I'm thinking about *
* I'm thinking 'bout you *
* *
* And if you think about me too *
* *
[horse neighs]
[eerie music]
* *
[horse neighs]
I said no.
Schools are back open,
but they're not running the buses.
Someone's gotta drive him.
Well, we grounded him.
He ran off to Lord knows where
and came back in the middle of the night.
I think he's pretty resourceful.
- You hate him so much, you can't drive him to school?
- [sighs] I raised two other kids
who are perfectly capable adults
who never pulled this shit.
I don't hate my son.
I just don't love the teenager.
- You didn't love the preteen either,
or the child.
- He screamed for four months--
not crying, screaming.
- He had colic. - I know.
But all the panic attacks, all the psychologists,
all the prescriptions that need filling.
It's all just screaming.
- * You should've seen the signs *
* *
* You should've seen the signs *
* *
Everett, hey, um,
you take shit for your anxiety, right?
Yeah.
What do you take?
- What, do you mean, like, as needed, or...
What's the difference?
- Well, I take an SSRI every day
for generalized anxiety, but if it's really bad--
- What do you take to get sleep?
A sleeping pill.
That's totally different though.
You have any?
You're not supposed to take
a sleeping pill for anxiety.
Everett, just please tell me
if you've got anything that'll help me get some fucking sleep.
[ethereal music]
* *
Dude.
Yeah, I can give you some.
- [sighs] Okay.
Fuck yes. You got it now?
- Look, I'm gonna give you something,
but I need you to do something for me first.
What?
- Tell me what you saw on the highway.
[tense music]
Tell me what you really saw.
* *
All right, settle down.
[door clicks]
Since Mrs. Ramirez is currently sifting
through the ashes of her duplex,
she's asked me to give you all
the test you didn't take on Friday.
- [all groaning] - What the hell?
Nobody told us we were taking the test.
I didn't study.
- You studied when you knew it was on Friday, right?
- Oh, you mean before we all practically burned to death?
Anyone know who sits here?
[soft dramatic music]
Connor.
It's Connor Ryan's desk.
Right.
* *
- She's not telling us how she knows.
- So it was just a theory? - No.
Ramsey says the arsonist is definitely one of the kids.
She's gotta have some kind of evidence.
You're on the task force,
and she's not telling you this stuff?
I'm just an advisor.
[coughing]
Here.
Ramsey's wrong.
The arsonist isn't a kid.
If it's anyone, it's this guy on the phone,
the one calling Blake and Everett.
- The one who seems to know what we know?
* *
- Try to remember Harlan and Luna still don't know
that you know what you know.
- This might be a good time to tell them,
especially since I've got my own box of silver bullets.
- I'll tell them when they're less pissed off.
You're still the backup plan if something happens to me.
Okay, so as your backup plan,
I'm saying don't talk to Ramsey.
I looked her up. She's good.
She catches everybody.
I wouldn't put Harlan and Luna in her crosshairs.
Let her look for the arsonist.
You are looking for their father.
That's the problem.
I think the arsonist is looking for him too.
- When we were in the woods the other night,
when we first met Blake and Everett,
do remember how we got there?
- We ran after we heard the howl.
- I don't remember running, do you?
Kind of, I don't know.
Why?
- All I remember is being there.
I don't think we had a choice.
What are you trying to say?
It controls us?
Why didn't you kill it?
You had the rifle.
You had a silver bullet. You had the shot.
Everett was too close.
It was dark.
I missed.
Did you?
[tense music]
[heart beating]
- Why is your heart beating so fast?
- Why is your hand shaking like that?
* *
[breathes heavily]
[clock ticking]
[pen clacking]
[breathing heavily]
What's wrong with you?
- I'm just having a little anxiety.
Oh, really?
Because I'm having a lot, and it's coming from you.
I told you it was him.
What's wrong?
He's having a panic attack.
- No, I'm not. It's--
it's anxiety, okay?
- You need to learn how to relax.
No shit.
- Ugh, my heart, I can't get my heart to slow down.
- Wow, I never-- I never tried that.
What a great fucking idea.
Everett, please stop.
How is this my fault?
- Because you're having a panic attack,
and it's affecting us.
It's not a panic attack.
It's just an anxiety attack.
What's the difference?
- Anxiety is triggered by a stressor,
and panic attacks can come out of nowhere.
- So you're having anxiety, and we're panicking
because you know what's making you anxious and we don't?
I guess, kind of.
- Well, what the fuck is making you so anxious?
- Maybe it's getting bit by a werewolf,
or getting chased by a werewolf,
or attacked by a werewolf,
or my best fucking friend killed by a werewolf.
Stop saying "werewolf."
- Werewolf. - I'm gonna kick your ass.
- Werewolf, werewolf, werewolf, werewolf, werewolf.
- [yells] - Ah!
[snarling]
[all panting]
What the fuck was that?
You saw it?
Fangs.
So this is how it starts?
We all get together.
We get angry.
Get fangs. Get claws.
And then we start killing people?
* *
No.
I'm not killing anyone.
- What if we don't have a choice?
- We can't be around each other.
No.
No, it's not like that. It can't be.
Fuck it.
Maybe it is.
Maybe it's exactly like that.
Wolves hunt in packs.
No, I'm not a wolf.
And I'm not part of your pack.
Everett.
[door clicks]
I didn't like them anyway.
[door clicks]
* *
- My favorite's the one with two heads.
- I like this one with the wings.
- Is that what you were looking for
when you crossed the fire line?
Not exactly.
- Why did you cross the line, Mr. Briggs?
You left an entire hotshot crew behind you.
- I thought they were in front of me.
That's what happens when everything around you
is covered in smoke.
You've been in fires before, right?
Once or twice.
So is this about Harlan and Elizabeth?
Luna.
She likes Luna.
And it's actually about me.
I think I can help you.
- We already have a park ranger on the task force advising us.
I believe you know her, Prisha Ahmad.
She's one of our best.
But she doesn't know what I know.
All right.
Let's see what you know.
[eerie music]
* *
[door slams]
You have an idea of what killed this animal?
- My first guest would be smoke inhalation.
You have a guess about this?
Have you seen my truck?
Same thing.
Does this thing have a name?
- Ursus americanus californiensis.
California black bear.
- Probably about 7 feet tall
with claws that can rip through steel.
- That's the exact same thing Ms. Ahmad said.
You don't believe her?
- Well, I don't think it's a 7-foot tall monster
with two heads and wings.
- But you're not so sure it's a bear either.
- Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Briggs.
But like I said,
we already have a park ranger advising us.
- You're trying to find another incendiary device
because you know there's a second origin point.
[indistinct chatter]
[soft music]
* *
You can draw, right?
No, not really.
Not really?
These are great.
[chuckles softly]
- If I describe something to you,
do you think you can draw it?
I mean, I can try,
so long as it's not a portrait.
I'm not great with faces.
What do you want me to draw?
[TV droning]
We found Miller's car.
Where?
- Parked down the street at Garrett Brigg's house.
How far down the street?
Not far enough.
- Is this standard practice for Miller?
- I'm not sure I understand the implication.
- Did he go there to beat a confession out of a kid?
I'll find him.
- We're looking for an arsonist, Jang,
a kid who's got an unhealthy fascination with fire,
not a drunk cop trying to exercise his limited power
over a bunch of teenagers.
Find him on your own time.
And he's off the task force.
Understood.
[sighs]
[knock on door]
- Taking off. Watch Danny.
- Wait, Dad, I can't watch him. I have work tonight.
- Tell 'em you're sick. I've got an appointment
with the disaster relief service.
We're getting out of this motel.
They'll fire me.
- You work at a parking garage, Blake.
They're not gonna fire you.
Just order some food and watch your brother.
Oh, hey, I got you this.
You got me a phone?
- I need to be able to get ahold of you.
- I don't want it. - And I don't want
you answering the phone here.
Can you make life slightly easier for me, just once?
- Wait, why don't you want me answering the phone here?
Some guy keeps calling.
What guy?
- Some perv's whispering shit over the phone.
What'd he say?
- [sighs] I didn't talk to him.
Danny did.
Watch him. [door opens]
Danny.
[eerie music]
Did you talk to someone on the phone?
* *
Did you talk to a man on the phone?
What did he want?
You.
What do you mean?
He wanted to talk to you.
What did he say?
Danny, this is very important.
I need to know exactly what he said.
What did the man say?
Danny.
* *
[cell phone ringing]
[breathing shakily]
[door opens]
[door slams]
How's this look?
- [sighs] The eyes are wrong.
It's not like a cat.
It's not slitted.
More like this?
- Yeah, that's better. Now do the claws.
Not so curved.
Sharper.
[eerie music]
* *
What?
* *
You had it.
Keep going.
[breathing shakily]
Luna, what's wrong?
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Um, is this it?
Is this what you think you saw?
[soft dramatic music]
* *
- Austin-- - Don't.
Don't say that you believe me,
or that you know it was traumatic,
or there was lots of smoke, or any of that bullshit,
because I've heard it already.
I believe you.
- I just said you don't have to lie to me.
I'm not lying, Austin.
If you see it again, run.
* *
* We can be alone *
* Push it till you're gone *
* Tripping with the low *
* Push it till you're gone *
* Tripping with the low *
* I know you wanna go again *
* I came for the low *
[club music playing]
* *
- How many times are you gonna stare at me
from across the room before you finally say hi?
Hi.
- Have a good night. - Night, night.
Quiet, Danny.
Hi.
Hi, hi.
- You gonna repeat everything I say?
[video game beeping]
[ominous music]
* *
[insects chirping]
[soft dramatic music]
* *
I can't remember his name,
my horse.
- Thunder, we were gonna buy the pair,
Thunder and Lightning.
But Harlan wanted a bike instead.
- Thunder broke his leg, and--
and you had to put him down.
That's what you said.
- That's the story we told everyone.
But it was me, wasn't it?
I'm the reason you made the silver bullets.
- But you're not the reason I kept them.
Tell me what you remember.
[door clicks]
[breathing heavily]
[ominous music]
* *
[door creaks]
[horse huffs]
[horse neighing]
[screams]
He kicked me.
Why did he kick me?
It was the full moon.
He sensed something different in you,
and it scared him.
I heard you scream.
[slashing and shrieking]
I ran in and saw the blood on your hands.
At first, I thought it was yours.
But then I saw the horse.
The blood was everywhere.
I couldn't figure it out.
But then I took your hand, and...
I didn't see claws.
I didn't see anything,
until I looked in your eyes.
What did you see?
I saw the wolf,
the wolf inside you.
I thought to myself,
a wolf doesn't feel bad about killing.
It kills because it's a predator.
And after that night, I did everything I could
to teach you and Harlan how to keep the wolf at bay,
how to keep the predator inside you caged.
Nothing like that ever happened again.
I've never seen claws, or fangs,
or anything like it on you or Harlan.
It worked.
Until now.
[club music playing]
* *
* You do me, I do you *
* Feed me lies, and we'll find the truth *
* *
It was my dad's.
- Why would a firefighter carry a lighter?
- 'Cause sometimes you gotta fight fire with fire.
It's just a lighter, dude.
I never met my dad,
so it's all I've got from him.
What happened?
[sucks teeth]
He died in a fire.
You wanna hear my sad, sad story,
or do you want another hit?
I'll take another hit.
* *
Didn't you have a girlfriend last semester?
Yeah.
So?
- So how come you don't have a girlfriend now?
Who says I don't?
Do you?
No.
How come you don't have a boyfriend?
Who says I don't?
* *
* I can feel the power *
* I can feel it *
* I can feel the power *
* *
* I can feel the power *
* I can feel it *
* I can feel the power *
[ominous music]
* *
Hey, there's no ticket.
It's not printing a ticket.
Oh, I forgot you worked here.
Slashing tires isn't, like, part of the job, is it?
I told you that wasn't me.
- Okay, can you open this thing?
We're late for a movie.
* *
[device beeps]
You do look nice, your skin.
- We're seeing a movie. You want to come?
Um, I'm working.
Have fun.
- We will. Thanks.
News.
News, now.
- No, no, no, no, no. Don't touch that.
- News. - No, no.
It's not that kind of TV.
- News, now. - No, Danny, stop.
Danny. Danny, stop.
[grunts]
[whimpers]
Ow, Danny, you hit me.
Remember, it's not okay to hit.
No hitting.
- No hitting. No hitting.
[groans]
- Hi, hi. - Stay down.
[ominous music]
* *
Hello?
* *
[tires squeal]
Late for a movie?
Ugh, shit.
I need to check something.
Stay here, okay?
I'm gonna lock the door.
I'll be back in five minutes.
[lock clicks]
Five minutes.
[mouthing]
[eerie music]
* *
Phoebe?
[laughing and coughing]
Oh, my God.
There's no way he said that.
I'm serious, he did.
Oh, shit.
Aren't you late for a movie?
- It's just the trailers. [laughs]
We're seeing a movie?
- [laughter] - Oh, my God.
No more weed for you, girl.
No.
[ominous music]
* *
[video game beeping]
[metal scraping]
[creature snarls]
* *
[creature growls]
[metal scraping and pounding]
[creature snarls]
* *
[static buzzes]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Jerry?
Danny.
- [on TV] As of 9:22 p.m. Thursday,
state officials reported the flame was 14% contained,
but 6,452 acres burned.
The fire's prompted evacuation orders for nearly seven--
[TV clicks]
[ominous music]
* *
[video game beeping]
Danny?
Danny, where are you?
Danny?
Where are you?
Danny?
[panting]
Danny?
* *
Danny!
[panting]
Come on, come on, come on.
Dad, Dad, it's me.
You have to call me back, please.
I--I can't find Danny.
I left him here for five minutes.
And I locked the door, I swear to God.
And I can't find him.
You have to call me back, please.
Please just call me back.
[soft music]
* *
Are you okay?
Oh, Danny, look at me. Where were you?
It was here.
Wait, what are you doing here?
I heard you.
You what?
I heard you scream his name.
From where?
My house.
How did you get here so fast?
- I don't know. I th--
I think I ran.
You heard me too.
You heard me scream his name.
Yeah.
Why?
Because you didn't scream.
You howled.
Oh, you scared me.
Can I help you with something?
Yeah.
You can give this to her.
Tell her it's for her wall.
[tense music]
* *
[indistinct radio chatter]
[tense music]
* *
[creature growls]
[creature snarls]
[bones crunch]
[low growling]
* *
[creature roars]
- [distorted] It kills every night.
And now it's killing for you.
[dramatic music]
Slow down!
- Are we not trying to save someone's life?
- You do want to know something, don't you?
It's still here!
- You're practically doing my job for me.
Guys.
[dramatic music]
* *