Cryptid (2022) - full transcript

A small rural town in Maine is shocked as a mysterious animal leaves a local resident brutally ripped apart. Deemed to be a random bear attack by town officials, freelance journalist Max Frome suspects it might be something more.

- Shh.

Oh, shit!

God.

What the fuck?

- Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

God.

God.

Okay.

Fuck it.

- Oh, great.

How'd you hear about this?

- Oh, come on.

I'm shocked you have such

a little faith in me.

You know I have a sense

about these things.

I was on my way to get

trash bags

and I saw the lights.

So what do you got going on?

Fender bender, drunk driver?

Elaborate murder-suicide?

- Look,

as of right now, we're not

really sure.

We're still putting the pieces

together.

- Okay. Let's just start with

the basics.

Any dead?

- Yeah.

- How many?

- One.

- Who?

- I can't release that yet

till I talk to the family.

- Was anyone else involved?

- Not sure.

It doesn't appear so.

- All right, well, what did the

guy,

I mean, I assume it was a guy,

hit?

- Not sure.

- I mean, was it a tree or

another car,

an animal, was it Batman?

- We're done here.

- Well then speculate.

- I can't.

- Why not?

- Because I don't have

all of the facts yet.

- Well, that's never stopped

you before.

- Get the hell outta here, Max.

- Okay, okay, okay.

All right.

Listen, Charlie, I really

need your help here.

All right? I need a story,

badly.

I got bills up to my eyeballs,

my hot water got turned off last

week,

my electricity got

turned off this morning,

and I've been wearing the

same socks for six days.

Throw me a bone.

- I'm sorry, Max. I just can't.

- Come on, man, six days. You

owe me.

- I don't owe you shit.

In fact, you wanna start

tallying favors now?

- Mm, well probably not a good

idea. Okay.

All right.

I'm sorry, but I'm not kidding,

man.

I do need your help.

- All right. Here's the

thing.

It looks like we may have an

animal attack on our hands.

- Okay. That's it?

I mean, what kind of animal

are we talking about here?

Is it a wolf, bear, mountain

lion?

- Would you just shut

up and I'll tell you?

You asked for something,

I'm giving it to you,

but you gotta turn that goddamn

thing off.

- All right. Sorry.

- So given the size of the

damage, it could be a bear,

but we won't know sure

until the medical examiner

gets a chance to look at him.

- That's kind of odd, isn't it?

Bears don't generally

generally attack this close

to civilization, I mean, let

alone

on top of the road, do they?

- No, they do not.

The theory is that the

guy may have hit the bear,

gotten out to look and

the bear wasn't happy.

But again, we will not

know anything for sure

until the M.E. gets a look at

him.

- Oh, but you don't buy that, do

you?

No, no, that's why you're being

so,

so Charlie, about the whole

thing.

- Come here.

Let's just say that, um,

there are certain things I don't

like

about this scene, right?

And I'm gonna feel a

whole lot better about it

once I get that report back on

the guy,

but until then, that stays with

me.

Got it?

- Yeah, yeah.

Think I got everything I need

for now.

- Good. So get hell outta here.

I got work to do.

- Hey.

- Yeah?

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Go.

- You're beautiful, Charlie.

Yeah.

Yep.

- Hey beautiful, it's me. How

you doing?

Oh, I'm great, I'm great.

No, I didn't call about that.

Honestly, I didn't.

Hey, I remember our

conversation. Yeah.

Well, I'm actually, uh,

a little more interested

in the other body you got today.

I ran into Charlie this

morning and he told me.

I just wanted get a chance to

take a look.

I mean, you know Charlie,

once he starts talking,

he's like a school girl at

Christmas.

Is there a problem?

Hmm.

That bad, huh?

How big of an animal are

we talking about here?

Well can you make a guess?

No, no. If you can't, you can't.

I, I'm just asking.

Okay, no, no. Hey, it's no

problem.

I get it.

No, I appreciate the time.

All right, thanks. Talk to you.

- Great job last week, guys,

really,

you hit out of the park.

Nice work on the cartoons,

Bobby. Very good.

That group Route 2 incident,

you really captured the feel of

it.

And those photos, outstanding.

I felt like I was in the

football game at that point.

You guys are doing

amazing work, by the way.

I don't tell you that often

enough

but you should hear it from me.

Now, I need you to do even

more amazing work this week.

We gotta keep things going.

We've gotta keep the vibe...

- Hello?

- Harry, it's me.

Guess what? We're back in

business, baby.

- I'm just saying, if I'd known,

I was gonna be waiting for 20

minutes,

I wouldn't have dropped

everything.

I had to get my

electricity turned back on.

- Did you call Bill?

- How do you think I got my

electricity turned back on?

- And he gave you an advance?

- Of course.

- He did?

- Yep.

- Just like that?

- Sort of.

- Uh, what do you mean?

What do you mean?

- There are a few

stipulations to the whole thing.

Caveats, if you will.

We just need to do a few things.

- We?

- We are a team, aren't we?

Together, as always.

One for all or all for one kind

of thing.

- Let's have it.

- Oh, it's nothing really.

We just need to send Bill the

first shots

of whatever we find, plus

a thousand word treatment

on his desk by Tuesday,

and then, you know,

may need to do a few bad jobs.

Nothing.

- Man, you are

the biggest fucking weasel!

Every time you do this to me,

I think it's gonna be the last

time,

and yet here I am again.

I need help.

- Come, have a seat.

I'll make you some nice cocoa,

and I'll show you what I've got.

- Okay. What is it this time?

- Well, let me tell you, at

first I thought nothing big,

but now I'm not so sure.

- What happened?

- And Charlie was off.

I mean, he was still Charlie,

but he just didn't seem right.

- Like how?

- I don't know, he just seemed a

little,

a little lost, maybe.

- He's probably just

putting things together.

- Yeah, maybe.

No, no. It seemed like more than

that.

I mean, I haven't seen

that look on him since...

- Since when?

- Since Nancy, I guess.

- Oh.

I, I'm sorry, Max, but

you're not making any sense.

- What?

Oh, I'm sorry. Hold on, listen.

So I came across an

accident on Route 2 today,

and I thought, "Great,

nice little fender bender.

Maybe grab a quick post

to the paper tomorrow,

score some cash."

- And Charlie was there?

- Yep. Along with two other

cruisers.

- Oh wow. Big time.

Okay, I'm with you so

far. So what did he say?

- Well that's just,

that's just it. Nothing.

The most I could get

out him was that someone

had died after possibly hitting

a bear.

- And?

- Where is this thing?

But it was the, here it is,

it was the way he said it, you

know?

I mean, he believed it

was a bear about as much

as if someone had told him old

Mrs. Atler

had hobbled down the

road and simultaneously

taken out the car and driver

in a primal fit of rage.

- So what do you

think?

- Oh, no idea.

- None?

- No.

But listen.

My spider sense is tingling on

this one.

- Dammit, Max, your

spider sense is always tingling.

It's gotten to the point where I

think

it's just an inner ear

infection.

I mean, this is pretty thin even

for you.

- Yeah, but I'm right. I know

it.

Are you with me?

- I, I don't know.

I, I don't have time

for this right now, I...

- Come on.

I can't do it without you,

champ.

I need you.

- Whatever.

- Yes.

So what's the plan?

- For now,

just a little recon.

- You never made me cocoa.

You know where you're going?

- Yeah.

Let's see, the accident

happened back there,

which is south and you know,

judging by the broken branches

and markings on the shoulder,

it went off in this

direction, which is northeast.

- West, it's northwest.

- Right.

- What do you expect to find?

- Not entirely sure, but

I'll know when I find it.

- Of course.

I just don't wanna get caught

out here

when the sun goes down.

- Fair enough.

Fucking...

You know what? That's it.

I got nothing.

Shit. So much for...

- I'm guessing we're about

40 minutes from the car,

so we could probably press

on for another 15 or so.

- No, we've been all over this

area.

If there was something here,

we would've found it by now.

Hey,

check that out.

- What?

- There.

- Holy shit.

How did we miss this?

- We're two idiots with just a

compass

wandering around in the woods.

I'm amazed we found it.

- What kind of tracks are these?

- No idea.

- And do you think it could be

bear?

- Seems kind of small

for a bear, doesn't it?

The toes don't quite

match a bear's either.

Definitely less paw-like.

What?

I, I don't spend all my time

with you.

I have a life.

- Oh.

- You know?

- Okay.

Just give me the flashlight.

Start taking pictures.

- Fine.

- Make sure to get a good

close-up of the claw marks.

- I will get them. I will get

them.

Damn backseat photographer.

- Less paw-like.

- Can you see the bottom?

- No.

It's deeper than shit, I'll tell

you that.

Okay. You get everything?

- If it's here, I got it.

- Good. Let's get back.

Suddenly, I don't wanna

be here after dark either.

- Hello?

- Hey, it's me again.

Long time no hear.

- Hi.

I was just thinking about you.

- Oh, that's nice to hear.

Why, did Pete leave town?

- Very funny.

No, there seems to be some

complications

with that body you asked about.

- What kind?

- It's just so strange.

Listen, Max, I really

shouldn't be talking about this

until I can confirm something.

- Okay, dang, we're just

talking about it here.

You know, it's no big deal.

Yeah, so what's the plan?

Uh, what's the next step?

I just mean, you remember that

forensic expert friend

I have at Cal State?

Well he owes me a favor.

- It's nothing like that.

Eh, maybe I'm overreacting.

- Are you sure I can't call my

friend?

He could at least

provide some added depth.

- He wouldn't be any good unless

he's a wildlife expert as well.

- Oh, unfortunately not.

Do you have somebody in

Portland?

- Boston, but we'll see.

Supposedly she's the best.

Listen, Max, I really gotta run.

You, uh, take care

- Wait, just,

- of yourself.

- just, would you,

just let me know if you find

anything?

- Sure. I'll do what I can.

- Excellent. No, I really

appreciate it.

Thank you.

- Sure, Max. Bye.

- Well?

- I think I got

what I needed.

- What did she say?

- I'll tell you this, whatever

happened

to that guy in the slab, she

doesn't know,

and that scares the hell

out of her so much so,

she swallowed her pride and

asked for help from the outside.

- Strange. Who?

- I don't know. She's a

wildlife expert out of Boston.

- Well, who would that be?

I mean, that's all we have to go

on?

- For now.

- Ah.

- You know what?

We can find out more.

It might be too late now.

Tomorrow, I want you to contact

this guy.

He works for the Wildlife

Preservation Society

out of Cambridge, I did a story

on him a couple years back.

Ask him to find out who's

advising Dr. Matthews on this.

Tell him that Diane said that

this woman

is the best, so he should know

her.

Best ones are rarely the obscure

ones.

Present company excluded.

With any luck, he'll know

exactly where to go on this.

If he gives you any shit about

it,

just remind him that he owes me

a favor.

Leave it at that.

- Okay, will do.

Here are the photos from today.

You really think this is

connected?

- I don't know.

I just wanna find out

if it's actually a bear

because otherwise, why

does it feel so shady?

You know, I mean, we'll stick on

this.

We'll get it.

- Yeah?

I wish I had the confidence you

do.

- A little faith, my dear, a

little faith.

That's all.

All right. You wanna a beer or

something?

- Nah, I'm heading out.

It's been a long day.

- Suit yourself.

- Max, there's something you

should know.

- What'd you say?

What, what is it?

- Ah, it's nothing.

- Oh, come on. What is it?

- Just curious who you know at

Cal State?

- Hmm. Nobody.

- That's what I thought.

- Dutch!

Dutch! Come here, boy!

Dutch!

Dutch, come on, boy! Dutch!

Dutch! Come on!

- Hey, Charlie.

Chance to get a little closer

look?

- I can't do that. What

the hell are you thinking?

- Just tell me if it's

the same as the first one.

- Close enough for

government work, anyway.

Goddamn mayor's involved now.

He wants us to make sure we

keep a tight lid on everything.

- Good luck with that in this

town. Right?

- You ain't shittin'.

Poor woman probably never

even knew what hit her.

One minute she's walking

Dutch, the next...

- I heard it might be a bear.

- Mm.

- Migrated down from Canada.

- I've never heard of a bear

doing anything like this.

But what the hell do I know?

Listen, Max. You gotta go.

If someone sees me talking

to you, I'm gonna hear it.

- Find Dutch?

- No,

and I don't expect we will.

Now get the hell outta here.

- Yeah. I try, thanks.

- Max. What is it?

I was almost in.

- I have an idea.

- I don't like this.

Sonny looked sick.

- Yeah. Come on.

- Uh, have a seat.

Can I, uh, offer you two some

coffee?

- Oh, I'd love some, black,

thanks.

- Miss Stanz?

- Oh, Harriet, please.

Uh, I'm good. Thanks.

- So, um, how long did you live

next door to Mrs. Stirgard?

- Oh, about eight years now.

- Thank you.

You two friends?

- We were friendly.

Hey, she's a nice

lady.

We were cordial to each other,

but just typical

neighborly stuff, I suppose.

- Yeah.

Hey, do you mind if I just

record this?

- Uh, no.

- Okay. Great.

Great coffee, by the way.

- Thanks.

- Well, I just wanted to

get that on the record.

Anyway, um,

tell me everything that

happened last night

or at least everything you can

remember.

- Sure.

Like I told Sonny, I was

watching a movie,

and I heard a dog barking next

door.

Didn't think much of it.

And then there was a scream

afterwards.

Huh, that's when I got up

to see what was going on.

- And how long was that dog

barking

before you heard the scream?

- I don't know, TV was on,

I didn't really notice at first.

- Yeah, so at what point did you

get up

to go check it out and was it

before or after the scream?

- After. I turned the TV

off and went to the door.

- And could you still hear

the screaming at the door?

- No, no. It stopped by then.

I called 911.

- Hmm. What'd you think it was?

- Oh, I assumed it was Mrs.

Stirgard.

- You heard the dog

barking and then a scream

that sounded like Mrs. Stirgard,

but you didn't go over

there to check it out?

- It would've been safer not to.

- For who?

- What are you driving at?

- Oh, no, no, no.

Hey, look, I'm just trying to

get a picture here, you know?

I mean, you like the woman, she

was nice,

and why not just go over and try

to lend a helping hand

if she's in trouble?

It just seems a little, a little

cold.

That's all.

- Okay, okay, look, I

just...

Last spring,

I heard that you dug out Dave

Harper

after his truck slid off

the road into the gully

after all the rain that we had.

So this, I don't know, this

just doesn't seem like you.

You know, I mean, I've gotta

believe your first instinct

was to go over there and help.

- It was, actually.

- So why didn't you?

- I heard something.

- After the scream?

- Yeah, it was, it was

like an animal sound.

- An animal sound. Wha-Wha-What

kind?

- I, I don't know.

It wasn't like any sound

I'd ever heard before.

- Was it a growl like a bear?

- Not exactly, it...

Well, I don't know if I could

identify

a bear from this distance

anyway,

but it wasn't like any bear

I'd ever heard.

- All right. Well, can you

describe what it sounded like?

- Well, it had a kind of a hiss.

- A hiss, like a snake?

- No, no, I, I know this sounds

weird,

but I don't know how else to

describe it.

It was loud even over here

and, and it was like a roar,

but there was a definite hiss to

it.

- And that scared you

enough to call the police?

- Yeah.

- Did you hear anything

else after the hiss?

- No, but I didn't go outside

until the police showed up.

- Did you tell Sonny that?

- Yeah. I told him I

heard an animal noise.

He didn't ask any further.

- What do you wanna do?

- Huh.

Let's give it a bit to cool

down.

I wanna check out the

woods behind Helen's.

See if we can find another hole.

- Max, we've been back and forth

across her yard now for two

hours.

- We'll find it. We haven't

been this far out yet.

- Bottom line

is I just don't wanna be

out here chasing our tails.

What? Why are you stopping?

- Another coincidence.

- Holy-

- Shit.

- Tracks everywhere.

Here, you start around the other

side.

- Okay.

Well they appear to be

the same anyway, that's good.

I wonder if...

- What?

Wonder if what?

What the fuck is it, Max?

Okay,

have a nice weekend, bye-bye.

- Okay.

And?

That's fine.

Hey, hey, where are you going?

- Hey, I have some faxes

coming in for Doug Bradley.

- $8.47.

- Um, sorry, what?

- $8.47.

- Uh...

Keep the change. Thanks.

You have got to see this.

- Reptilian? Like a lizard?

- Apparently.

- Well, I don't know

how I feel about that.

- What the hell is this thing?

Where did it come from?

- I don't know,

but just as important,

how long has it been here?

Come here. You gotta look at

this.

Okay.

So I went through most of the

local papers

from the surrounding counties,

and I found

a number of suspicious

or at least

what I deemed to be suspicious

attacks.

Take a look at these dates.

Backward from this

year.

So in October of 2017,

two people were killed in Knox

County.

In September of the same

year, there's one on Kennebec.

Then another in Cumberland

in November of 2016.

Till we move back to October of

2013,

where five people were killed

between Oxford and Franklin

County.

Now each time this seems to be

happening

in either September, October, or

November,

Other than a few rare attacks in

December,

they completely stop after that.

I mean, I don't know

why, but it's gotta be

some kind of pattern, it's gotta

be.

I traced it back to

1958, for Christ's sake.

- How could this not be noticed?

I mean, there has to be

something.

- If there is, no one's

ever said anything,

and there's never been a living

witness.

- What about this guy

Dobson? What's his deal?

I mean, his dog gets

killed near his house,

he hears it, but sees nothing?

- I thought the same

thing.

I looked him up. Clint

Dobson, he's over in Otis,

tried calling him on

whatever number I could find,

but disconnected.

- Let's take a ride.

So you said there was a pattern?

Well, what's the pattern?

- The counties.

See, I started with the most

recent

and I worked my way back.

The original idea was to

try to find a kind of hotbed

for where most of the attacks

occurred,

but when I started to mark off

each one,

something else happened.

- I see a bunch of circles.

- Mm-hmm.

Those are migration patterns.

- But how can that be?

- I don't know.

That's what we're gonna find

out.

- Have you ever heard

of a creature that has

this kind of migration cycle?

- No, but I'm far from an

expert.

- It looks like each fall,

it moves on to a new location.

- Mm-hmm.

- And it sets up shop,

attacking, one, two, three,

five times.

- Yep. Keep going.

- And then by the time

it circles back around

to the original spot, it's

like seven to 10 years later.

So it has a clean slate at that

point.

Jesus.

- Welcome to the dark side.

- Max.

- Um, excuse me.

Excuse me!

- Oh my God.

You scared me.

- Sorry about that.

Uh, do you live here?

- I do. What can I do for you?

- We're looking for a Clint

Dobson.

Does he still live here?

- I'm afraid you're a little

late.

He passed a few years back.

I'm his daughter, Marie.

- Oh, I see, uh,

I'm Max, and this is Harriet.

- I'm sorry for your loss.

- Don't be. He was an asshole.

- What about your mother?

Is she still around?

- No, she had even less of a

tolerance

for his bullshit than I did.

She left a long time ago.

What is this about?

- Oh, we're from the Trenton

Record.

Uh, we had wanted to

ask him some questions

about when his dog was attacked

and killed a while back.

- You mean Blackie?

You , you came over

from Trenton

to ask about that?

Why do you wanna know?

- Did he ever say anything about

it?

You know, anything about that

night?

- Not to me.

I was away at school at the

time.

I swear, he

loved that dog more than us,

but as you can imagine, we

weren't

on the best of terms at that

time.

So I didn't talk to him much.

I know there's a, there's a

fence

back in there somewhere because

of it.

- Uh, any brothers or sisters

who might have been around?

- I have an older brother in

California,

but he was gone by then too.

- What about any friends he

might have told or you know,

journals he might have had?

- You kidding?

My father could hold up his

beer bottle and not much else.

- Okay, well, it was worth a

shot.

Thanks for your time, Marie.

We won't take up any more of it.

- Thanks again.

Actually, wait.

You know, at the end he,

he was pretty out of it

with the drugs and everything.

He kept slipping in and out of

time.

And one day he started

talking about Blackie.

He kept going on and on

about the hiss getting him.

Something like that.

We all just thought he

was talking nonsense, but

there was something

about the way he said it

that it really stuck with me.

The hiss.

He kept repeating it.

Scared me a little.

Uh, is that anything?

- It actually is.

Thank you again.

- Thanks.

Okay. I can't believe I'm

saying this, but I'm in.

The problem is I just

can't wrap my brain around

the whole season thing.

What is it about the months of

October

and November that bring it out?

Why is it so active during those

times?

- I know, that is a big one.

- We have to get Bill involved

now.

- Are you kidding me?

All we have now are theories.

Bill's way past that.

- We need the help.

Not, not to mention, he's gonna

want something soon anyway.

You can't keep this secret

from him much longer.

- Oh, I know.

I'm just gonna have to

get crafty,

but, hey, that's my game.

- I think you should play

dumb, that's really your game.

- Uh-huh. Uh-huh-huh-huh.

Well, look who found a sense of

humor.

Hey, I taught you well.

- Oh, glad you could

take credit for that too.

So now what?

- Well there's still a bunch of

stuff

I gotta get through tonight, but

tomorrow,

I mean, we need to find out

everything

we can about reptiles.

Maybe that'll least

send us in a direction,

but you know, my

Internet's been backing up,

so let's go to your place.

- I can't tomorrow.

Bill assigned me to the

Beauregard job.

- The dog show?

- Pays, yes. A gig's a gig.

I ought to use my camera for

something

that actually brings in money.

- I can't believe I'm getting

usurped

by a bunch of animals

that eat their own shit.

- Hey, there will also be dogs

there.

Relax. I should be out by two,

the latest.

- All right, well then meet

me at the library, I guess.

I'll use the computers there.

It looks like I'll be getting

my mail there for a bit.

- Hmm. Fair enough.

What stuff do you have to go

over tonight?

- Uh, well, I need to go

over your photos more,

and then there's some articles

I haven't even touched yet.

Why?

- Take a break? Head over

to Millie's for a drink?

- You buying?

- Damn, this story better pan

out.

- Hmm.

- Seriously. You're a great

journalist.

So why are you freelancing

for this shitty-ass paper?

You should be in staff

in Boston or New York.

- Mm, no.

I would never ever work for a

paper

that covers the Yankees, you

know that.

Hey, can I have another?

- Jesus Christ.

Can't you be serious for

a second.

- You ever work in a factory,

Harry?

- What?

- Well my dad did.

He managed a hack and slash unit

there.

- I have no idea what you just

said.

- Selective

deforestation is what they call

it.

- Okay. So what does that

have to do with anything?

- Uh, my dad died on the job.

- I didn't know that. I'm sorry.

- Who knew that's what slaving

away

at a job for 32 years gets you?

You know, one minute

you're working your ass off

50, 60, 70 hours a week

outta some half-cocked notion

to send your son to college and

the next,

well, the next you're not.

- Half-cocked? That's

a pretty good reason.

- Oh my God. It's just such

a fucking waste of life.

- You can't look at it like

that.

- Well, maybe not, but I do

anyway.

Yeah, it made me realize

how fragile everything was.

How you can't assume

anything and the thought

of going down that same path

was so goddamn suffocating.

I mean, you didn't grow up here,

right?

I mean, you don't realize

how bad it can get.

That wasn't gonna happen to me.

No.

I was gonna take my

shots, wherever that led.

No nets, no regrets.

- And yet here you are.

- Did you know

that after my dad died,

I left for five years?

- Why'd you come back?

- Oh, my mom got sick.

Ovarian cancer, not good.

The paper was looking for

a journalist and I needed,

well, something while I was

here.

She died about a year later

and I would've left again

for good if it wasn't for Nancy.

She and Charlie were

still living in the house

their parents left him at the

time,

and Nancy was working editorials

for Bill.

And here I come

blowing in like the wind.

My head's still spinning from

everything

that happened with my mom.

God, I was such a mess.

She probably saved my life.

- It's because you actually

started putting down roots.

- It was a fantasy.

And what did that get me?

Dead fiance, that's what.

Nancy lived her whole

life in this damn town

out of some obligation to these

people.

My dad wasted his life trying to

do

something that didn't need

doing.

And what did that get either of

them?

- Well, that's a shitty way to

look at it.

Nancy was here because she

cared about these people,

and your dad worked in

order to give you something

that he never had, something you

needed.

- I needed a father.

I'm here right now because I

have to be,

but once I get my shot, I'm out.

- Oh, bullshit.

That is bullshit and you know

it.

You're here because you want to

be here.

No, because you love it here.

No, because

this place means something to

you.

It's your home.

Why, why do you think

you always come back?

No, what were doing, it

doesn't work in a vacuum

and try as you might,

you can't escape that.

You're just too chickenshit to

admit it.

You think that by living on the

outside

and dating married women, it's

easier

to have one foot out the door,

but that's just emotional

suicide.

And at some point you're gonna

wake up

and realize there's no

one left who gives a fuck.

- Now then, what is this sudden

interest

in my goals and ambitions?

- I'm leaving.

- What?

- I got a job in Boston.

- Where did this come from?

- I, I applied for it a couple

weeks back.

They made me an offer two days

ago.

- Huh. And why didn't you tell

me?

- I don't know. I guess I

thought, I...

I don't know what I thought.

- Wait a minute.

Wait, is this why you

agreed to help me on this?

Is it?

- Not entirely.

- Oh, not entirely.

That's great. I feel so much

better.

Thank you.

- Dammit, Max.

I'm here. What's the difference?

- Yeah, for now. I mean,

when are you going?

- The 10th.

- The 10th? That, that's next

week.

Fuck! What about the story?

- What about the story?

Tell Bill now.

- Oh!

- Let's show him what we've got.

He can bring in people

- No, no, no, no.

- to help.

- I am not giving it to those

jackals.

You have to stay on.

- I can't.

- You have to.

I can't tell anyone. Not now.

We just had a huge

breakthrough and we're close.

This is my big shot once and for

all.

You can't leave yet.

- I'll, I'll stay as long as I

can.

That's the best I have to offer.

You are really up fucking up my

shit.

- I know, and I'm sure this

hasn't gone the way you planned.

Just please,

just do this one last thing for

me

and I won't ask you anymore.

- I worry about you sometimes.

- I'm fine.

Just please, just, just help me

on this.

- Fine.

Uh, I should go. I have an early

day.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Okay, yeah.

Tomorrow.

- Goodnight, Max.

- Good night.

- Another round, Max?

Max, can I get you another

round?

- Um, no, I'm fine, Kell.

Thanks. I'm taking off.

- Okay, hon. Just be careful

driving home.

Max, you all right?

- Uh, yeah, of course.

Sorry, uh, never better.

- Hey.

- It's about time. I'm

fricking drowning here.

I need your eyes.

- Sorry, I got held up.

Uh...

Ever see 30 dogs decide they

wanna bite

at some guy's hot dog at the

same time?

It will change your life.

I see you've abandoned the

interwebs.

- Mm.

I got desperate.

I've tried everything I can

think of.

Feeding patterns, migration

courses, changes in temperature,

time of year, different breeds

of species.

I, I can't find anything about a

reptile

that's nocturnal, feeds

at one time of year,

has a very large but

steady migratory pattern,

and is big enough to attack a

human.

Nothing. I'm tapped out.

- How close do you think this

thing is

to the end of its cycle?

- Close. Look at the pattern.

As far back as I've

look, it attacks three,

maybe five times at the

most before moving on.

- It's like it stocks

up before hibernating.

- Mm-hmm, and whatever it is,

it's smart.

It knows how to stay hidden.

So this may be all we get,

and then it'll be gone and

may not resurface again

for at least a year.

- That's a tight window.

- Yeah.

I feel like I'm slamming my head

against

a brick wall because of it.

I don't know. I mean, maybe

you can find the connection.

- Okay, but we need another

entry point.

Let's, let's bring in a game

warden

or an expert from Portland.

Let's show them what we've got.

Lay it out for them, see what

they say.

- I don't know. Maybe you're

right.

You call Heath again and ask

him-

- No, that's not what I meant.

- Ask him if there's been, I

don't know,

any increase in bear attacks in

this area

over the last couple of years,

all right?

If we're lucky, he'll think

we're just following up

for a sideline story for

everything

that's been going on around

here.

If we get really lucky,

I mean, uh, who knows?

Maybe we'll get some

details about the attacks

that are being withheld.

- Max,

what's that gonna prove?

We need new information

from a real source?

What, what could he say

that could possibly help us?

- Well, we won't know until

he says it now, will we?

- That's asinine. You're just

stalling.

- For what?

- For the big break

or something like it.

I just don't see how we can get

it

without tipping our

hand at least a little.

- Shit, just...

Okay, uh, look, I'll make you a

deal.

Call Heath and see what he says.

Just see what he says.

If nothing comes of it then,

I don't know, we'll go your way.

Sound like a plan?

- That's another thing.

Why am I calling him?

He's your friend. You

should call him yourself.

- Harry, come on. Really?

Why are we quibbling

over things like this?

Very important things I

have to be doing instead.

Besides, I hate to have

to owe the guy anything.

He's kind of a snake.

You know the type?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I know the type.

- Oh, hi, Max.

- Oh, hi, Mrs. Atler.

How are things?

- Ah, well, this rain

is knocking the hell out of my

arthritis,

but other than that, I'm living.

- Oh, guess that's a plus these

days.

- Oh, it's awful what

happened to Helen, isn't it?

- I know. It's a shame.

- Max, listen, Pippet hasn't

been snooping

around your garbage cans again,

has he?

- Um, no, Mrs. Atler, why?

- Well, the little sucker

took off on me last night

and he hasn't been back this

morning,

and I just thought maybe

he slipped under the fence

and was, had at your

garbage, you know?

- No, ma'am, at least not that

I've seen.

- I'm starting to get a bit

worried.

Remember last year when

Susie McClellan's terrier

got caught in that bear

trap out behind Leo's place?

- My God, that's right.

- Oh yeah.

It was an awful mess.

I just hope that Pippet

has more sense than that.

- I'm sure he does.

I know old guy's outfoxed

me more than a couple times,

trying to chase him away

from my cans.

- Well that's Pippet for ya.

Hmm, well, if you see him,

can you just walk over and let

me know?

- Absolutely.

I'm sure Pip's just having

himself

a little party with his friends.

- Mm, don't I know it.

- He'll be back.

- Bye-bye, Max.

Keep an eye out.

- Why is there a hole in it?

Look, you should get another

one.

It looks like something was

digging in it.

- Uh, no, that's fine. I'll take

it.

- Are you sure?

'Cause it looked like someone

fingered it.

- No. No. Uh, just ring it up.

I'll take it.

Holy fuck.

- Hey, you want your change?

- Keep it.

Actually, I don't know, I was

thinking I'm gonna need that.

Thank you.

- Frome.

- Bill.

What are you doing here?

- We're having

a birthday party for my niece.

You, you remember Jackie, right?

- Oh yeah, sure. They, uh,

still over on Bay Street?

- Yeah, we ran out of drinks for

the kids,

so I'm making the run.

- Oh, lucky you.

- Oh, I know.

Look, I'm really glad I ran into

you.

We need to talk.

- Can it wait?

I'm onto something. I really

gotta go.

- Max, where's my story?

- Bill, I am so

close right now, I can taste it.

I think I might have just

figured something out.

When you hear about it,

you're gonna piss yourself.

- Can you prove it?

- Not yet, but soon.

All I need-

- Max, please.

We really need to talk.

- Oh, we really need to talk.

Sure.

- I agreed to let your

freelance because I thought

it would be good for you to take

some

time off after Nancy died.

Look, Max, you've given me

some really great stories

over the years, but there comes

a time

when I have to weigh what I get

from you

against what it takes to get it.

- I can't believe

you would say that.

- Drop it. I am just tired

of dealing with your shit.

And the truth is, we don't need

it.

I don't need it.

- What are you saying?

- You're gonna need someplace

else to find your money from.

- Are you kidding me, Bill?

After everything I've given you?

- Huh.

- I mean, what about this

story? You promised me.

- That's right, I did.

And if whatever this is that

you think that you're chasing

shows up gold, I'll buy it, but

that's it.

I'm done. You understand?

- I understand.

You just wait and see.

You're gonna want me back.

You just wait and see.

- I'm sorry, Max.

Maybe it's time for you to move

along.

You're way past due to leave

again anyway.

Now you don't have an excuse.

Take care of yourself.

- Bill.

Fuck.

Harry, it's me.

Hey, don't worry about calling

Heath.

I'll do that.

Meet me at my house

tomorrow morning instead.

I need you to check on

something else for me.

- Fuck! Jesus Christ!

You scare the balls off me.

Little early to be drinking,

isn't it.

- Come on. You gotta see this.

- What?

- Come on.

- What the hell is this about?

Holy shit.

- Whoa, don't.

- Have you seen it?

- No, but Mrs. Atler's dog went

missing.

Heard some strange noises

in the woods last night.

So could be.

- That sells it.

- Uh, what are you doing?

- Calling Charlie?

- Are you nuts?

- Uh, Sheriff Murdoch, please.

This has gone on too far. We

need help.

- Do you realize what this could

do?

- Hey Charlie, it's Harriet.

I appreciate it. All right.

See you later. Okay.

He'll be here after his shift.

- Goddammit.

- Let's go back inside.

I have some stuff you need to

hear about.

- What's the point now?

- Don't be a baby.

Come on.

- Hmm.

Beer?

- Seriously?

All right.

What do you got?

- A lot, actually.

I don't know what it all means

yet,

but I did some backtracking

and I found some interesting

shit.

- Do tell, kemosabe.

- So I started out by

going back about 20 years,

which is as far back as the

internet

would carry me on the daily

weather.

I took each date that you gave

me of a supposed bear attack,

and, goddammit, if it didn't

correspond

to some kind of rainstorm

the previous night.

What's more, during the

years when there were

multiple attacks in a given

place,

it was during the biggest

rainfall season.

- I can't believe it.

- If that blew your dick,

wait till you hear this.

I decided to keep going back

further.

So, I went to the library

this morning and I checked

the newspaper weather forecast

against the earlier attacks.

And to the fucking letter,

there was some kind of rainstorm

listed.

Now who knows if it

actually did rain or not,

but the coincidence is

overwhelming.

- Wait, but how far back did you

go?

- 75 Years.

- Huh.

- And who knows how much

further that goes back?

Are we saying what I think we're

saying?

- Yeah, the rain.

I mean, it makes sense.

- Right, but why?

- I have a theory.

I talked to Heath, I asked

him if he knew of any creature

that hunt specifically

in the rain and he said,

"Not presently."

- What, what does that mean?

- That's what I said.

Do you know what he told me?

You know what, let me get

my notes so I say it right.

- Have you ever heard

of the Holocene Epoc era?

- No.

- No, me either.

Anyway, during this time,

most of the larger predatory

animals began to be phased out

by the smaller, faster animals,

but there is some evidence

to show that a certain number

of the larger creatures

began to use the rain as

cover to hunt their prey

through the thick underbrush of

a jungle.

- Right, but would it be

possible

to have one of these

creatures alive today?

- No, no, no.

They were around for such a

short time.

It would be very unlikely.

- So where does that leave us?

- Oh, hang on now.

I asked 'em, I said,

"What if one of these

creatures did survive?

You know, what if it was

able to evolve as well

and grow sharper, faster,

pass the skills on

from generation to generation?"

And he said.

- Well, it'd be

reptilian, that's for sure.

They adapt easier and

have longer life spans,

but its size would come down.

It's gotta find a balance

with the animals around it.

- Makes sense. Life, uh, finds a

way.

- Right.

Now this reptile would

most likely be nocturnal,

you know, because it

would increase its chances

of staying out of sight

and its hunting success.

I mean, especially since it'd

be fighting off extinction.

- What about size?

How much smaller does he

think it would've gotten?

Like the size of a dog or what?

- Get this.

- I don't know.

A small bear, maybe.

- You've gotta be shitting me?

- Nope.

I couldn't believe it when he

said that,

but, of course, then he went on

to say

how this is all theory and

the chances of a creature

like that avoiding detection by

society

are astronomical, blah, blah,

blah.

- Well, at least

we should have enough

for a story at this point.

- Yeah, well, maybe, but I want

proof.

- Why?

Uh!

- Because I don't want

just a base hit, I want a grand

slam and proof will do that.

Otherwise, it's just another

crazy story. A Cryptid.

- A what?

- Cryptid.

It's a term using Cryptozoology.

It refers to a creature

that is believed to exist,

but scientifically unproven.

- Like Bigfoot and Loch Ness?

- Exactly.

- Mm.

Well, at least we have

credibility on our side.

- Clearly.

- So why not use Charlie?

If we can convince him of this,

maybe he can provide us the

proof we need.

- You know what?

You might be right.

He tags it and bags it,

we get everything we need.

- Yes. Yes.

Let the people with the guns

find the murder creature.

I'm definitely a fan of that.

You should call Bill

Seriously, this is good news.

And he's like 20 stages beyond

anxious

to get something from you.

- Yeah, no, I will, I will.

I just, you know, first

we gotta convince Charlie.

- How hard do you think that'll

be?

- Uh, well, Charlie's a rock,

tough as hell with no

imagination,

but he's also very smart.

He's trained to look at facts

and to draw conclusions, so

that reason alone, I

think he'll believe us.

- I don't believe you.

- Oh, come on Charlie.

Look at what we have here. All

right?

I mean, you saw the holes.

You heard the stories.

Wait, you wanna see the map

again?

- No.

- Harry, show 'em the map

again.

- No, I do not need

to see your damn map again.

I have heard everything you

said.

- Okay, then why won't you

just accept the possibility

that this could be true?

- Because it's foolish.

You have one half-baked

theory based on another.

It's like a house of

cards flipped upside down.

Everything you believe in,

everything you think is right,

is based on a leap of

faith the size of Montana.

- Yeah, but what if you take

that leap,

just for a second, what

if you open that brick

you call a head and just explore

the idea?

- 'Cause I don't have

time to explore the idea.

The mayor is so far up my ass,

I am spitting out buttons.

And believe it or not, genius,

it's really pretty simple.

As the population grows around

here,

we keep pushing the forest

back further and further,

limiting the space and the food

that is available to these

bears.

Yes, bears.

Eventually, bam! They collide.

- The crazy thing is I

believe you're right.

Just not the part you think.

All of these things you're

talking about,

deforestation, increase in

population.

I mean, hell, throw climate

change

and global warming on top of

that.

We've been cornering it,

forcing it out into the open to

get bolder

out of fear of extinction.

- All right. How do you explain

this rain business, hmm?

Why doesn't it happen in the

spring?

That's the rainiest time.

- Uh, not here.

October and November have

the most rainfall each year,

most in inches and most days.

All right, fine.

Then how do you explain the

disappearance

every time we send a hunting

party out?

- Coincidence.

- Coinc...? Jesus.

Max, open your goddamn eyes!

Are you so hard up for a story

now

that you will believe

anything that comes through,

even if it's not true?

And you, Harriet.

I wouldn't have thought

you would get mixed up

in something like this.

- Okay, look, I get it.

It's hard to accept at

first, but it makes sense.

No, just,

just take that hole outside, for

instance.

Have you ever seen a bear

make something like that?

Or, or leave those kinds

of tracks outside it?

What about the M.E.

report? What about that?

- What about it?

- Oh, cl,

clearly it backs up what we're

describing.

- How do you know that?

I never even saw an M.E. report.

Oh, okay.

- How is that possible?

- There was a problem at the

lab.

Some samples got contaminated.

We're still waiting.

Are you saying you've seen

something?

Where did you get this?

- Where do you think?

Charlie, that first day

I saw you in the street,

when the driver hit this thing,

you said something

about this bothered you.

Do you remember that?

- Of course.

- What was it? What bothered

you?

- The victim was

partially eaten.

- What?

- Most of his internal organs

were gone

as well as parts of his arms and

legs.

- And what about Mrs. Stirgard?

- Same thing.

- I don't get it.

- Generally, bears kill out of

defense.

They, it's like someone

threatens

their territory or they're

young.

- Meaning not for food.

- That is not always the case.

- Oh my God, come on!

I've read enough about

this in the last few days

to know that it's only

in extremely rare cases

that bears attack out of

hunger, and now we've had what?

Two in less than a week.

That's damn near impossible.

- Three.

- What?

- What do you mean three?

- Who was the third?

- A horse was killed a few days

ago.

- Oh my God. Use your damn head,

man!

- This is bullshit, bullshit!

- But the...

- I'm sorry.

The mayor needs this cleared

up as soon as possible.

He believes it's a bear and so

do I.

I have to.

I cannot pin the safety of this

town

on some mythical creature that

no one has ever seen before.

- What if you're wrong?

What if this thing doesn't run

and hide in the next county?

How bad will it get then?

- Look, we are sending

a hunting party out tomorrow.

So if I'm wrong, and what you

say is true, we will know.

- Nancy would've believed me.

Fuck you!

- She would have, and you know

it.

- Fuck you!

Of all the slimy, lowdown things

you could do that is the worst!

How dare you use her for this?

- Use her?

I'm not using her for anything.

I'm trying to get you to see

what is right

the fuck in front of your face!

- You are looking out for

yourself,

which is what you do best!

And I never understood

what she saw in you ever!

- Okay, good, good, good.

Now it comes out.

Well, you know what?

Neither did I, but that

doesn't change the fact

that she loved me and I

loved her more than I,

more than I could have possibly

imagined.

You're just pissed off 'cause I

was able

to give her something that you

couldn't.

- I gave her everything.

When our parents died,

I raised her the best

that I could to do right by

them!

I gave her everything!

- You gave her rules then

regulations.

You gave her fear of the world

around her.

You gave her a prison.

- I gave her protection!

- A lot of good that did!

Ooh!

Whoa, whoa, Charlie.

Just...

- I can't.

I just, I can't.

- Charlie.

- I just can't.

- Well,

that could have gone better.

- You are a charmer.

- Fuck.

Now what?

- I know a game warden in

Portland.

Um, I could go talk to him.

See if he'll come here.

Then we can try to go to work on

him.

- You mean like torture him?

I'm really gonna miss you.

- Me too.

- I'm sorry about all

this.

I'm sorry I took the only

person who actually believes me

and put you in the

middle of this shitstorm.

- Thank you for saying so.

- Well the truth is,

you're the best person

I've ever worked with

and, uh, well, a real friend.

I just thought if...

I don't know, if we found

this thing together, then...

I don't even know

what I thought, I just...

Anyway, I, I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

Despite my complaints,

you make me see things in a

different way,

and I like that

Be safe, okay?

- Aren't I always?

- I should be back in

a couple hours anyway.

Here. Mm.

Uh, wait here for a second?

- Sure.

- Thanks.

- Afternoon, sheriff.

- Hey, Beth.

- The mayor is here to see you.

- What?

- The mayor.

He's in your office.

- Charlie.

- Tom.

- Uh, Charlie, it's me.

I think there's not much time

left.

It's supposed to rain tonight

but not again for a while,

and by that time, who

knows where it'll be?

And I can't let this stand.

You know, not now.

So I'm headed out at sundown.

I know you don't buy

that story in the paper.

You knew it then and you

sure as hell know it now.

I just hope,

I just hope you believe me

because I'm asking for your

help.

Okay? Uh...

Please, please help me.

I didn't think you'd show.

- Where'd you get the gun?

- It was my dad's.

- Yeah, well

when was the last time you fired

it?

- I don't know. Probably when

was 16.

Are you here to stop me?

Because you can save it.

That fucker killed Harriet and

I'm not-

- Max, I just don't want

you to blow your foot off.

- I saw the papers today.

Get everything you wanted?

- They did, and then some.

- Everyone happy?

- Almost everyone.

Look, unfortunately, I couldn't

get as many as I needed,

what with the emergency

being over and all,

but I trust these guys.

Uh, this is John Pendleton.

He's the one whose horse

got killed the other day.

Might be related.

- John.

Deputy.

- Max.

- Thanks for coming out, guys.

- No problem.

It sucks about, Harriet.

She was a special girl.

- Yeah she was.

Charlie fill you guys in one the

details?

- He did.

I'm not quite sure I believe it,

but

I've never known Charlie to

lie or even stretch the truth,

so I'll take his word for

it till I know better.

- John's family owns a lot

of the surrounding property

that will most likely be headed

through.

- We've done our fair

share of big game hunting,

so we should be able to track

this thing.

- All right, listen up.

We are going to stay in

constant visual contact

of each other, all right?

You make sure that you always

have

a sight line to everybody else.

No one goes off alone.

You. I'm giving you six

hours and that's it.

Six hours, Max.

When I call it, I call it. It's

done.

And I don't give a shit what

you say, I will drag your ass

out of there by your ears if I

have to.

- Charlie...

Listen, I appreciate you guys

coming down to help me, I do.

All right, but you also need to

understand

that I'm here no matter what

I'm headed out into those woods.

I have to, but you don't.

If it's what you say it is,

then we've got bigger

problems than just tonight.

I am in.

- He's right.

If this thing killed Harriet,

I'm fucking in.

- And hell, I'm the only

one with the legal right

to authorize this so

if that means wandering

through the woods in

the middle of the night

with the likes of you then, then

so be it.

- Let's go.

- Say, Max, come here for a

second.

I, um...

About the other day, um, didn't-

- I know, Charlie. You

don't have to say anything.

- No, I do. I do.

I did not mean it.

- I know, neither did I.

- You're a good man, Max.

And I consider you family.

- Thank you, Charlie.

- Let's do this.

- Hey, shut that off.

- Yeah, why?

- Don't use that

unless you absolutely have to.

- Why?

- It kills night vision.

You just let your eyes

adjust to the darkness,

you'll be able to see

everything.

Use that flashlight, you can

only see

what's in the beam of light.

- How do you know that?

- Night hunting.

- Hold up, guys.

John, hold that.

I wanna cross-check this.

Okay, uh, this area here,

it's our best chance of spotting

it.

I figure if we push east,

we can skirt past Prospect Hill

and hit this patch of

forest on the south side.

Then if we spread out

across this old farm,

we can cover a good stretch of

land.

- Okay, so, there's a creek

that runs through here and

through here,

and there's a small

canyon on the other side.

Now, if we just stay on this

narrow band,

we should be able to, uh,

cover a lot of the back part

of the property in no time at

all.

Now, that old farm you're

talking about,

that's Jackson Farm.

Now I've been there.

Uh, thing it likes to dig,

right?

- Yeah, deep tunnels.

- See this patch just above

Jackson Farm

by Buzzard Creek Trail?

No rocks, no trees, just

tracts of open land.

- All right. Sounds like a plan.

- Ho.

It's still fresh.

- There's more on this tree.

- Something got hit here.

It's headed northeast.

- Well, it's like your idea

about the Jackson Farm was

right.

- Well, I'm beginning to think

that I'm not too happy about

that.

- You okay, John?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Let's go.

- Looks like you might

get your proof after all.

- No offense, Charlie,

fuck you if you still

think I care about that.

- That's what I wanna hear.

- Damn.

- That's it. The tracks just

stop.

- Christ.

- Farmhouse is that way.

Holy shit!

- John!

- Get to the farm!

- Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, no, come

on!

Come on!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- We need to keep moving.

- No, Max is in there!

- We need to keep moving, we

don't know

- Cover me, cover me!

- where that thing is!

- Max!

- Charlie, we have to go.

- Max!

Max!

- Charlie, now!

- Oh, shit.

- Max, shit!

- Charlie!

Sonn...

Son of a bitch. Charlie!

Shit.

Goddammit!

Oh!

Motherfucker!

Are you fucking kidding me?

Mm. Please.

C-C-Come on. Come on, come on,

please.

Come on.

All right.

Let's go. Let's go.

Mm.

Shit!

Fuck!

You know what?

All right.

Let's think about it.

All right, go this way.

Come on!

Keep going, keep going.

Did you hit it?

- I'm doubtful.

I couldn't see shit.

So much for night vision.

- Now what?

- I don't know.

- Do you think Max is still

alive?

- I don't know, maybe.

- Shit, man, is there

anything you do know?

- Yeah, I know that if Max is

still alive,

we gotta figure out a way to

draw

that creature away from its den.

- How do we do that?

- We gotta go back in.

- Wait, wait. I think I have an

idea.

Now,

given this thing's nature,

it must primarily hunt by scent.

- Whoa, whoa, what the fuck?

Sonny!

- The only way that

we can attract that thing

away from Max and towards us

is to give it some incentive,

like a fresh wound.

- Are you fucking crazy?

- Maybe, but if we can put this

scent

on some trees in one area,

I bet it'll come running.

- And if it doesn't?

- Then I'm an idiot and I'm

gonna need some stitches.

- All right.

Let's find a spot.

- What the fuck? Oh, what the

fuck?

Oh, Jesus.

Oh no.

There's something moving.

Oh, fuck.

Oh!

Fuck it.

- That should do it.

Den is downwind from

here so it smells this,

should lead him right down this

way.

- What if the rain washes the

scent away?

- It'll take a while.

- Cover me.

Fresh wound.

Jesus, Sonny. Oh, Jesus.

We gotta get you outta here.

- No, go, go after it.

- No, man! You're hurt!

- Really, I think it

looks worse that it is.

- No, I think it looks pretty

fucking bad.

All right? We gotta get you

outta here.

I'll come back for Max.

- No.

No, it's wounded. You,

you can't lose it now.

I'll be okay.

- All right, look at me.

You take this, all right?

That thing comes back around,

that has

a lot more stopping power.

Don't fucking die!

You good?

- Yeah.

- All right.

- Yeah, go, go.

Oh!

Oh fuck.

Fuck!

Yuck.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, fuck.

Uh!

- Max?

- Sonny?

Fuck!

Sonny, I'm down here!

- Max?

- Sonny?

Holy shit.

- Max?

- Sonny, holy shit.

- Max.

- Where's Charlie?

- I, I don't know, he...

I heard a scream. It might have

been him.

- What?

You gotta help me get outta here

man.

- Do you have any rope?

- Oh fuck.

I was gonna ask you the same

thing. Shit.

- Man, we gotta get outta here.

This, this thing could be back

any second.

- Yeah, I know. She's

not gonna be pleased.

- What?

- Nothing.

How am I gonna get outta here?

- I, I don't know.

- Fuck. Fuck.

Wait.

Wait.

Oh fuck. I have an idea.

Wait, I'll be back. Okay.

Oh, for Christ sake.

Oh, Jesus.

Gross.

Oh, shit.

Okay. Okay.

- Hurry, Max.

- I'm doing the best I can.

- Do better.

Max?

Max? Max?

I got ya, buddy. I got ya.

Well, well, well.

Nice of you to drop by.

- Shit.

- How do you feel?

- Oh, you know, everything

hurts.

- Hmm. No doubt.

You gave me quite the scare.

- Oh, oh, wow.

- You were covered in so much

blood,

I wasn't sure where your

injuries were.

- Jesus. Oh.

- You remember what happened?

- Oh, I remember you shot me.

- Well, just a little bit.

- Oh, God, don't make me laugh.

- Had a hell of a time

getting you out of there.

- Right.

Shit, Charlie, the cave!

We gotta go back or-

- Take it easy, Max.

- No, no. We gotta go back now!

- Dammit, Max, why on earth

would I wanna go back there?

- There are eggs!

- What?

- Eggs.

They could be anywhere by now?

- The creature's body's gone.

So how do we explain this?

- I don't see how we can.

Well, we can take the

eggshells to an expert

and hope we can get them to

believe us.

- You think they will?

- Did you?

- So what then?

- It's getting cold.

They'll be looking for place to

lay low

and stay warm through the

winter.

So if we're lucky, these things

won't come out again till next

spring,

but with this many,

it'll be worse.

- And if so?

- I'd grab every man, woman

and child that could hold a gun

and get ready for the carnage to

start.

- And where will you be?

- Home.

♪ There's a monster in the

closet ♪

♪ A creature by the bed ♪

♪ Demons in the shadows ♪

♪ Someone's gonna get dead ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ So run ♪

♪ You got to hide ♪

♪ It's not time for heroes ♪

♪ Mojo or ego ♪

♪ When blood is being spattered♪

♪ The only thing that matters

is to make it out alive, yeah ♪

♪ These clues are just illusions♪

♪ Or so the doctor said ♪

♪ The rain is soaked in terror ♪

♪ Someone's gonna get dead ♪

♪ So run ♪

♪ You got to hide ♪

♪ No time for heroes ♪

♪ Mojo or ego ♪

♪ When blood is being splattered♪

♪ The only thing that matters

is to make it out alive, yeah ♪

♪ I know I saw something ♪

♪ It was raining like hell ♪

♪ There were holes in the earth♪

♪ And I wanted to yell, help ♪

♪ I had no reception ♪

♪ No bars in my cell, damn ♪

♪ I couldn't run and I couldn't

hide ♪

♪ I was lost in the woods ♪

♪ And oh, God, oh, God, oh, God♪

♪ The ungodly smell ♪

♪ So run ♪

♪ You got to hide ♪

♪ It's no time for heroes ♪

♪ Mojo or ego ♪

♪ When blood is being splattered♪

♪ The only thing that matters

is to make it out alive, yeah ♪

♪ Call the police ♪