Demon Squad: Tooth and Claw (2026) Movie Script
1
(intense music)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps rustling)
(Nick sighing) (somber music)
(brooding music)
(instrument beeping)
(brooding music)
- Got some good news and some bad news.
- Gimme the good.
- Good news, it's definitely a ghoul.
- [Daisy] (chuckling) And the bad?
(brooding music)
- It's hungry.
Very, very hungry.
(brooding music)
You got eyes on it yet?
- Nothing yet, but I'm watching,
and you need to watch that shoelace.
- Daisy, I don't know how you do it.
- Can I get a medium matcha
latte with almond milk
and the biggest darkest
roast you got for Daisy?
Don't worry about how I do it.
Just be glad that I do.
- I'm a detective,
How is basically the number
one thing I concern myself with.
- [Daisy] (chuckling) What about why?
(brooding music)
- If there's time.
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps rustling)
(suspenseful music)
- Moon?
Nick?
Shit!
(intense music)
(footsteps tapping)
(footsteps rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps rustling)
(somber music)
(gun cocking)
- Yeah, still hate Mardi Gras.
(somber music)
Hmm...
(Nick sighing)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
Dais, we have a second vic.
This ghoul means business.
(suspenseful music)
Daisy?
(intense music)
I am sorry, Skip.
Truly am.
(object rattling)
(intense music) (monster grunting)
Ah! (sparks crackling)
(finger snapping)
(swooshing music)
(intense music)
(Nick sighing)
(object shattering)
Little help, Dais.
(eerie music)
(finger snapping) (sparks crackling)
Oh!
(finger snapping) Aw!
(Nick sighing)
(eerie music)
(knife schwinging)
(monster grunting)
Wherever I end up next,
I'm taking some of you with me.
Come on.
(monster grunting) (object plopping)
(monster whimpering)
(monster thudding)
- You owe me a cup of coffee.
(Nick sighing)
(Nick thudding)
(intense music)
(door knocking)
- Hold your horses, I'm coming.
(door knocking)
Damn!
Somebody better be in a lot of trouble.
Who's there?
- It's Moon. (sighing)
Open up.
Ah!
(door opening)
(door creaking)
- Somebody is trouble.
(Nick sighing)
(footsteps tapping)
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
- I said, we should go to a hospital,
but what does this one say?
I need Hank.
- I need Hank.
(Nick sighing)
- Well,
lack of insurance aside.
- It's like making a bet against yourself.
- This sort of thing ain't
exactly taught in med school.
- No argument there, Daisy, by the way.
- Oh, where are my manners?
(sighing) Hank, Daisy;
Daisy, Hank.
He was my you before you.
(gentle music)
- Hank Treme, spiritualistic,
esoteric techie
also dabble in watercolors.
(intense music)
- Hell, it's like a
haunted hayride in there.
- So you're the empath, I heard about you.
- Empath has a name,
yet Nick's never mentioned yours.
- Great.
Well, now the introductions
are out of the way,
somebody wanna help me with not dying?
(Nick coughing)
(footsteps rustling)
(eerie music)
(somber music)
- [Monster] Bagoom be with you.
- You trust this guy.
- With my life. (chuckling)
(Nick sighing)
What's got you spooked?
- I'm not spooked, (utensil clinking)
it's just...
- You are jealous.
I'm not jealous.
- Oh, I must be dying
because I never thought
I lived to see Daisy O'Reilly jealous.
- You call me jealous one more time,
you'll be dead, not dying.
(Nick chuckling)
(utensil clinking) (Nick sighing)
- He's probably more threatened
by you than you are by him.
- You're thinking of bears.
(Nick chuckling)
(Nick coughing)
Okay.
- Ah!
- [Hank] Kettle's on.
- (sighing) Come on, Hank!
Don't you have something stronger?
- Nicholas, this ain't the kind of tea
that you have biscuits with.
- What's wrong with him?
- Arrogance, terrible social skills.
Could use a shave.
(Nick sighing)
But mystically speaking,
he's just this side of tapped out.
- Guys, all I need is a little rest and-
- Listen, you're in my house
rapidly losing your
reputation as death-defying,
you don't get a say.
(kettle whistling)
- Yes, sir.
(kettle whistling)
- Usually ain't the patient
with a bad bedside manner.
(Nick coughing)
(crickets chirping)
(tea glugging)
Careful, it's hot.
Hmm. (grunting)
- What did I just...
- Oh! (sighing)
(object thumping)
- What happened to my
beautiful battle glove?
- That's my spitfire gauntlet.
- Daisy made some
adjustments over the years.
- Including a better name.
- Be nice!
- Sweet baby. (Nick sighing)
What did this mean lady do to you?
- This mean lady improved accuracy,
reduced overall weight,
and added a few extra surprises
that would definitely (Nick sighing)
void the warranty if it had one.
- Guys, I am literally dying here.
Can we get back to the problem at hand?
- The problem is not the problem,
problems have solutions.
The problem is,
you don't like the solution.
- The solution is unacceptable,
which makes it another problem.
- Hold up!
You knew something was wrong.
- [Hank] You didn't tell her.
- Didn't tell me what?
- A good mystic,
(Nick chuckling) which Moon is not
uses crystals or gemstones
as a power source for their magics.
For our more shall we say
nitty-gritty conjurers,
the magic pulls from
their own physical energy
or life force each time they use it.
For most people, regular exercise
and not eating something
that you order from a speaker
is enough to keep them in shape,
they can recharge themselves.
You know when you have a phone,
screen's cracked, little charge,
gotta keep it plugged in all the time.
- [Daisy] Yeah.
- I give you Nick Moon.
- What did he just... Eh, uh-huh-huh!
Bad for the plant.
(somber music)
(monster grunting)
(eerie music)
(monster grunting)
(somber music)
(monster grunting)
(upbeat music)
- Love,
career,
health,
and wealth.
The answers to these and
more are just a phone call away.
Madam Divine has foreseen your call.
Dial now to unlock the
keys to your future.
Oh!
I better take that.
(phone ringing)
(plopping music) (hand thudding)
(Nick sighing)
- Oh!
(neck bone crunching)
(Nick sighing)
(backbone crunching) (Nick sighing)
(button clicking) (purple flame hissing)
(Nick sighing)
- Got yourself a real
Georgia peach there, Nick.
She was up all night fixing your gear.
How you feeling?
- Remember the night of my MPS induction?
- No.
(Nick chuckling)
- MPS?
- Ministry of Para Science.
Wasn't that the night you met Veronica?
- Who's Veronica?
(footsteps tapping)
- You know, Betty's friend.
Has a thing for redheads.
- Fine, be that way. (tea glugging)
(suspenseful music)
(car screeching)
(car door clicking)
(car door slamming) (keys jingling)
(footsteps tapping) (suspenseful music)
(keys jingling) (suspenseful music)
- Yo, Virgil, Bobby, I'm here.
(suspenseful music)
Hey guys, I know I'm late,
but I brought some beignets.
(suspenseful music)
Hey guys, I get it, I'm late,
but I'm here now,
and I (mumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
(beignets bag thudding) (intense music)
(purple flame hissing)
- And if you like that,
you see this little button right here?
Press it.
(bolt schwinging)
- Oh!
(Nick chuckling)
- Oh, this is topnotch work, Dais.
- I had something of
an epiphany last night
about things you might need
when I'm grabbing coffee. (Nick sighing)
Now remember, the crossbow
comes loaded with one bolt,
you will need to reload after that.
- I only need one.
What's this?
- Uh, off limits.
- Hey, you guys need to turn the TV on.
- Joining us for ongoing coverage
from today's emergency press conference
from the mayor's office,
which ended just moments ago,
Tina Bartleby is on location with more.
Tina?
- Thanks, Joy.
I'm here at city hall
where only moments ago,
deputy mayor, Joseph Ingram,
held an emergency press conference
to discuss this morning's
horrible tragedy.
The discovery of the remains
of two security guards
in a downtown construction site,
which marks the second attack
of this kind in as many weeks.
- On behalf of Mayor
Tipton, (camera snapping)
our thoughts and prayers are
with the families of the deceased.
- [Journalist] Where's the mayor?
Why isn't he making this statement?
- Mayor Tipton is currently
visiting the victim's families.
Now as I was saying, this tragedy
has affected the entire...
Sir, can you address
reports of a mystery figure seen in
and around the attack site last night.
- I didn't realize we had
gotten to the questions yet.
- [Journalist] With all due
respect, deputy mayor,
we've heard this before,
we'd like some answers.
- We are aware of the reports,
and it's because of those
that the authorities
are seriously considering the possibility
that these attacks were perpetrated
by a displaced wild animal.
Animal control is currently-
- [Journalist] What about the creature?
(camera snapping)
- Creature!
You mean this boogeyman
some so-called psychic
is trying to conjure up?
- [Journalist] We just
want the truth, sir.
- No, you want headlines,
you want clicks and subscribers.
But this is not tabloid journalism,
innocent people have died here.
Now these attacks may appear inhuman,
but I assure you the perpetrator is not.
And I have full faith in our police force
that they will apprehend
whoever is responsible
swiftly and justly.
Now let me be perfectly
clear, (camera snapping)
this city does not acknowledge
the existence of ghosts
or goblins or little green men
or Hugging Molly or any
or all general hoodoo,
it's unchristian,
and that includes psychics,
no matter how pretty they maybe.
- Strong words from Deputy Mayor Ingram.
With me now is local psychic
investigator, Chari Divine.
Thank you for joining me. Ms. Divine.
What is your response to
the deputy mayor's statement?
- Well, he did say, I was pretty,
so we know at least two
of his eyes are wide open,
even if his third is closed.
- You've been a major
proponent to the paranormal.
- Paranatural.
- Paranatural theories surrounding these
and many other killings.
Do you truly believe that
these deaths are paranormal,
excuse me, paranatural in nature?
- Paranatural, yes.
What I will say, Tina,
is that a closed mind
has never been beneficial
to any investigation.
- How many real deal psychics you know
hedge their bets like that?
(phone ringing)
Moon.
Yeah, watching it now.
- [News Reporter] Just this
afternoon, Commissioner-
- In about 16 minutes.
(news reporter mumbling)
If traffic's good.
- [News Reporter] (mumbling)
folks to be mindful
of downtown Mobile visit.
- (sighing) Yeah, she's here.
Ask yourself.
- (mumbling) at night
to try to park as well-
- Hello? (news reporter mumbling)
Hey! (news reporter mumbling)
- Out past 9:00 p.m. (Daisy sighing)
- I don't know,
I think the Ethiopian place
on Dauphin just opened up.
- [News Reporter]
(mumbling) downtown area-
- Okay, well, think about
it, and we'll decide tonight.
- [News Reporter] Limit downtown activity-
Yeah, okay.
- For the day.
- I love, bye. (news reporter mumbling)
- [News Reporter] When the sun goes down.
(Nick sighing)
- [News Reporter] Mobile
Mayor Tipton has also-
- I have to soak this
thing in alcohol now.
(news reporter mumbling)
- Isn't everything you
own soaked in alcohol?
(footstep tapping)
- You missed your calling
in stand up.
Thanks for the patch up, Hank.
Oh!
(object thumping)
I found another one of these.
See what you can do with it.
(catching object)
- Another one.
Isn't this her job?
And why the hell am I just
now hearing about this thing?
- She's busy.
(somber music)
I was preoccupied.
Welcome to Full Moon, Inc.
- I guess I'll get my affairs in order.
- That's the spirit.
(upbeat music)
Time to punch in.
- Nick, I mean it.
No more magic.
(upbeat music)
- Don't you worry about me, Hank.
(door rattling)
(door creaking)
- Daisy?
Look, he's burnt out.
It pains me to say,
but he's got to stop cold turkey.
He keeps using you're a solo
act, you understand?
(somber music)
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
- You ever wonder who cleans up after us?
Last night there was a corpse,
this morning not a trace.
- Burt's got a guy,
a couple of them actually.
Hey, you did all you could do.
- It's green.
(car revving)
(car doors slamming)
(footsteps tapping)
- Look, I know at this point
it's basically muscle memory,
but seriously no magic.
- So what?
You know the guy for one night,
and you're Hank's eyes and ears now?
- Who's jealous now?
(Nick chuckling) (footsteps tapping)
- Yeah, yeah.
- My God, did y'all take the scenic route?
- She does the driving.
- And that is why
you're perfectly on time.
- Hmm.
Thanks, babe.
- Yes.
Yeah, babe.
- Thanks.
(Nick sighing)
- It's a little dark back here,
so you might wanna,
light up.
- Oh, uh! (Bert chuckling)
- You never know what's
flammable on these sites.
- Yeah, use your head.
(footsteps tapping)
(eerie music)
- They've been torn apart.
- I'm not trying to be a jerk here,
but I didn't need to
call you to know that.
I mean, they were actually torn apart.
(somber music)
This hasn't been done with a blade,
(instrument beeping)
this was done with claws, teeth.
What is this, some kind of nest?
- No, this is opportunity.
Nest implies a home,
a place where you save things.
(instrument beeping)
- [Bert] There's nothing here to save.
(instrument beeping)
- I'm not getting any EMF.
Usually there's at least
a trace left behind.
- So much for a hellhound.
(somber music)
Oh!
Good.
- Did you guys check the street cams yet?
- No, we're waiting on some guy
somewhere to sign something.
- Bureaucracy.
Give me a second.
- Find me something good.
- Yeah, yeah.
- And I'll give you a whole minute.
- Whatevs! (Nick chuckling)
- So hellhound is that?
Is that really a thing? (Nick sighing)
- Not as much these days.
Hell is working to improve its image.
A kinder, gentler, eternal damnation.
- Well, my money is on wolfman.
That's a thing I usually go
to, me and the guys.
We have a bet back at the station,
and I always bet on wolfman
'cause classic stuff but-
- [Nick] So you and Daisy doing okay?
- Yep.
- Yeah, yeah, we're doing great.
Why?
Did she say something to you, buddy?
(chuckling) Relax, okay?
- Yeah, but I mean, uh, I don't wanna-
- Screw it up.
Yeah.
- I get it.
But everything's fine, all right.
- Forget I asked.
Come on.
(gentle music)
How about you and Daisy?
- What do you mean?
- Nick, every relationship
needs maintenance,
not just romantic ones.
- Then it's time for our 3,000
mile relationship tuneup.
(Bert sighing)
Bert, (somber music)
please remember, I love you.
- Thanks.
- (sighing) But you ever hurt her,
and I gotta hurt you.
(intense music)
- (laughing) She already told me that.
(Daisy clearing throat)
- I hate to break up this love fest,
but you guys gotta see this.
It's just normal street traffic
for the first five or so minutes.
Cars passing, guy trips on the
sidewalk, and eats it.
- Make a note. (Daisy sighing)
We'll have to circle back to that.
(Bert chuckling)
- But...
- Now you're gonna show us the angle
where we see what it is.
- These cameras weren't
exactly set up by Roger Deakins,
but stay seated for
the post-credits scene.
- (mumbling) it's a wolfman.
(Bert chuckling)
- Could be.
- Could also be a skin-walker.
- Or a furry on bath salts.
Oh, or a hairy naked hobo.
- Or Bigfoot.
- Could be.
Yeah.
- I get it.
Conclusions, I jumped to them.
- If I had to wager a guess,
I'd say tall,
dark and pixelated is our guy.
- It could be.
Your guys can come in now for cleanup.
- Send us your photos of the remains,
we'll see if we can matchup the bite marks
to any known species of otherworlders.
- Okay.
Same consultancy fee as usual?
- For now.
- All right.
- Oh, goodie, it's the hearse chaser.
(Nick clearing throat)
- As I live and breathe the Demon Squad.
- You get a nickname in one news article.
- I think you mean Full Moon Inc.
- Demon Squad has better SEO.
- You hear that, Dais,
we're getting in branding advice
from a signature cocktail.
- Ha-ha!
- When I was in middle school,
there was a nail polish
called Chari Divine,
and you look like you're about my age.
- Then I should get less sun.
- Oh, oh, oh, okay.
Okay, okay, okay, everybody.
- That was just rude.
- Ms. Divine,
I can't have you on this crime scene
or any other crime scene for that matter.
- That's all right, Detective.
My access comes from elsewhere.
(Chari inhaling deeply)
(Chari exhaling loudly)
There is great unrest here.
Frustration,
anger.
- No, that's just me.
(Nick chuckling)
- Ms. Divine, I'm gonna have to ask you
to vacate the premises,
at least on this plane of existence.
- I have a right to know what's happening.
We all do.
- Daisy,
hold her leash.
(intense music)
- What the hell!
- Leave this to the grownups.
- You can't bury the truth.
Not forever.
(footsteps tapping)
- (chuckling) What a loon.
- She means well, I mean, complete fraud,
but her heart's in the right place.
- Let's do a wellness check on Adrienne.
- You don't think.
- I gotta start somewhere.
(somber music)
- So tonight?
- Let's go with pizza.
(Daisy kissing)
(footsteps tapping)
- Bye, baby!
- Get the hell outta here!
(Nick chuckling)
(dog barking)
(door knocking)
(upbeat music)
- Adrienne, open up.
(door creaking)
(suspenseful music)
(door slamming)
(suspenseful music)
- [Adrienne] I was wondering when you two
would start poking around here.
- Christ, Addie, we were outside knocking!
- I know.
(playful music)
It's really not like you to
check on me socially, Nick.
- Come on, Addie,
it's not like you've never
helped us with a case.
- True, but usually you call first.
(playful music)
I'm guessing it has
something to do with that.
(playful music)
- Yeah.
- So what makes you think I'm involved?
- We don't think you're involved.
- We just thought maybe you knew...
- Sometimes it is beyond me
how you two have managed
to save the world.
- Beginner's luck.
(playful music)
(Adrienne sighing)
(playful music)
(Adrienne sighing)
- Well, come along, children.
(Daisy sighing)
(footsteps tapping)
(door creaking)
(footsteps rustling)
This is where the magic happens,
the real magic where I
transform into a wolf.
- Adrienne, this is not necessary.
- It is though, it is.
- Strongest chain a civilian can buy
without ending up on a list.
- Where do you even get it?
- The adult store by the airport.
(toy squeaking)
The only way a wolf or anybody to be frank
could get outta one of these
is to gnaw their entire leg off.
Care to take inventory?
- All accounted for. (chain clanking)
- Care to scrub the footage,
Nick, I know where I was.
I think you do too.
(gentle music)
- Dais?
(instrument beeping) (somber music)
You know this is part of the
job, nothing personal.
- Maybe for you.
You've got a crime scene, I get it,
claw marks, bite marks,
but the temerity to come
over here looking not for help,
but for an alibi.
- Addie, I don't say this often,
but I'm sorry.
- He says it never,
you've got him on the ropes.
- Was I at the top of your list?
- Only because we thought
you'd be the most willing
to have a conversation.
- Well, you were right
about one thing today.
Come on, I'll see you out.
- [Nick] Daisy?
- Behold, the life of a
domesticated suburban werewolf.
(somber music)
- We're good here.
(somber music)
- Listen, next time you need
expert advice, come over.
Call first, but come over.
(somber music)
Solve this one quick,
for both our communities.
(somber music)
I was just kidding around back there.
- You say it more often than you realize.
- What?
- Sorry.
And you don't always need to,
not everything is your fault.
- It may not be my fault,
but it is my responsibility.
(car door opening)
(car door slamming)
We should circle back to Hank.
- I should circle home.
- We're on the clock.
- What we're on is day two
of wearing these clothes.
- Bert's waiting, isn't he?
- I promised the man dinner.
- (sighing) A little
late, don't you think?
- Probably.
- Fine, drop me off at my place,
and call me when you're ready.
I'm probably gonna need you.
- You always need me. (sighing)
(car door slamming)
(somber music)
(keys jingling) (footsteps tapping)
(somber music)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps tapping)
- Nick Moon?
(suspenseful music)
You're coming with me, Mr. Moon.
(somber music)
- I didn't hear a, please.
(gun rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(taser gun crackling)
Son of a bitch!
(body thudding)
- Shit!
Sorry.
- You got here fast.
You used the siren, didn't you?
- I used the sirens,
only for you,
and for work.
- You flatter me, sir.
Hmm.
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh!
Oh, sheez!
I forgot how on edge you get
when you're working a case.
- I'm not on edge, I'm worried.
- Isn't that the same thing?
- About Nick.
- Yeah, me too.
But at this point it's just like
second nature to breathing.
- I mean it, Bert, this time is different.
- (sighing) What's the problem now?
What is Nick,
like some kind of wolfman or something?
- Okay, (sighing) so new development.
Moon has to stop using his magic,
or he could die.
- What?
Oh, I'm sorry.
That's a thing? (Daisy sighing)
Why am I hearing about this just now?
- We just found out.
- After the crime scene?
- Before.
- And you are just telling me this now?
- What was I supposed to do?
Walk up to the crime scene
like, "Hey babe",
uh, Moon's magic is gonna kill him.
"Which way to the corpses?"
- And I was all like,
use your magic to light up the place.
Oh my God, I feel like such an idiot.
Why didn't he say something?
He loves saying something.
- I highly doubt Moon
would've spilled his guts
to you about this.
(gentle music)
- I mean, we've had our moments.
(somber music)
- The man's lost so much.
He thinks magic's who he is,
it's what defines him.
(gentle music)
I just don't want him to give up.
- Did you tell him this?
- God, no!
- Why not?
(somber music)
I mean, he probably won't wanna hear it,
and he'll probably fire you.
- Again.
- What are you up to now, six?
- Seven.
(chuckling) The surprise party.
- Oh! (chuckling)
(Daisy chuckling) Eh!
Well, even I knew that was a bad idea.
- You only get so many birthdays,
especially in his line of work.
- Our line of work.
(gentle music)
And you should talk to him,
look for an opening. (phone beeping)
You'll find one. (phone beeping)
What the hell!
- What?
- Just typical Nick text.
(gentle music)
- Track me,
bring care?
(swooshing music) (keypad clacking)
(footsteps tapping)
(door opening) (bell chiming)
(spoon clinking)
(footsteps tapping)
- Ah, Mr. Moon, please have a seat.
- Finally, someone with manners.
- You'll have to excuse Dodgson,
he can be a tad overzealous.
(spoon clinking)
- What it's all about?
Not every day I make it onto
the deputy mayor's agenda.
(Nick chuckling)
It's about the parking tickets, isn't it?
Because I was gonna pay those.
- There's that drollness
I've heard so much about.
- Hmm.
I'll try not to disappoint.
(upbeat music)
- [Collette] Anything
I can get for you, hun?
- Would it be foolish to get my hopes up
for just the nibble of your peach pie?
(Collette chuckling)
- It's like a little slice of
heaven, isn't it?
- And you, Collette, must be an angel.
(Collette chuckling)
- You should come in more often, Mister...
- Moon,
Nick Moon.
(Joseph clearing throat)
- I'll have a slice right out, Mr. Moon.
- Nick.
(Collette chuckling)
- On my tab, please.
- In that case, make it a whole pie.
(chuckling)
I'm not a cheap date. (chuckling)
(upbeat music)
And make it to go, Collette.
- You bet, hun.
- So, (sighing)
is this the part where you tell
me to drop the investigation,
close the case,
forget it, Nick,
this is Demon Town.
- Quite the contrary.
I need you, Mister Moon.
- Is that so?
Because I seem to recall
you closing the book
on the supernatural at
this morning's presser.
- That is Mayor Tipton's position.
And for now, I must toe the company line.
No one ever accused the
mayor of having vision.
I on the other hand understand
that there is more to this world.
- Uh-huh.
What?
Did Ms. Divine turn you down?
- You and I both know that Ms. Divine,
cute as she may be is a charlatan.
- Hmm.
Glad we agree on one thing.
(Nick clearing throat)
Two things.
- I will get to the point.
Mr. Moon, I want you on my team.
With the city's revitalization project,
we're not just laying the groundwork
for normal people like me and you,
but also for those whatever they are.
- Otherworlders.
- Otherworlders, I like that.
- Huh.
- It is my passion to ensure
a brighter future for Mobile
and everything that calls it home.
- But primarily you.
- A win of this scale
would guarantee a long
and successful political career.
Of course,
it would also be quite beneficial
to those who helped me along the way.
- Naturally.
- You are already investigating, Mr. Moon.
I'd simply like to bring
you on as a consultant
to keep any future incidents quiet.
- You're expecting more?
- I like to be prepared
for every possibility.
It would be your duty
to keep things quiet,
to ensure that the media
and our political opponents
do not catch wind of
anything out of the ordinary.
- I'm not your janitor, Ingram.
- Think big picture, Mr. Moon.
Down the road this could lead to
ambassador of the other worlds.
We can workshop the title,
but the point is, we need
someone to help bridge this gap.
- Mm-hmm.
Well, best of luck to
that, whomever that is,
but it ain't me.
- Well, then, Mr. Moon,
I thank you for your time.
- Next time make an appointment.
Yeah.
(upbeat music)
(car humming)
(car door slamming)
- Ooh, blackberry?
Peach.
- Eh!
(Nick chuckling)
Dinner date?
- My mama always said,
never just a man with a pinky ring.
- Hank's?
- Take the long way,
just in case he tries to tail us.
Also, pie. (chuckling)
- Mm-hmm.
(Nick sighing) (car engine starting)
It's some offer.
It would be nice to have
a person on the inside
looking over the little ghoul.
- It wouldn't work that way, Dais,
not with these people.
They pulled "The Diary of
Anne Frank" from schools,
you think they'll allow
a six-horned imp a voice?
- Girl could dream.
If I'd known we'd be
taking the scenic route,
I would've worn more comfortable shoes.
- I keep telling you, Dais,
invest in a pair of good insoles.
- You got an insole guy?
- Of course.
(glass shattering) (monster grunting)
- My pet?
- Uh, ex of yours?
(somber music)
- What happens in Biloxi
supposed to stay in Biloxi.
- You murdered my pet.
- Whoa, I draw the line at animal cruelty.
I mean, I haven't kicked a
puppy in what five, six weeks.
- Not even a cat, only children.
(monster grunting)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Let's rewind.
Do I know you?
- I am Corconyx the Cruel,
bringer of your destruction.
(intense music)
- Great.
Well, I'm Nick.
- Daisy.
- I have scoured this cursed
land offering Teeka-Teeka
to the great Bagoom
I even made flyers you dicks.
- We can tell you're upset, Corky.
So we're gonna take that
as slang for private eyes.
- First time I'm seeing this,
- This, I thought this was a joke.
Who keeps a ghoul as a pet?
- There is not a single stop sign
between your brain and your
mouth, is there?
(monster grunting)
(sparks crackling)
(traffic buzzing)
I was going on like zero
sleep, okay, I'll fix it.
(monster whapping)
(Nick sighing)
(traffic buzzing)
(Nick sighing)
- Time out. (sighing)
(monster grunting) (Nick coughing)
- Speak with urgency.
- Look, listen,
(Nick clearing throat)
we can't bring your ghoul back.
(monster grunting) No one can.
It was on a feeding frenzy
and had to be put down.
(monster grunting) I'm
truly sorry about that,
(monster grunting)
but maybe we can help you find
whoever's responsible for its kidnapping.
(monster grunting)
- You would help me.
- Of course.
Considering all you've been through,
I'll throw in a 10% discount.
- Not even a yield sign.
(monster whapping) (Nick groaning)
- Oh!
Okay, okay, listen.
(Nick sighing)
I see your side of things.
I empathize, all right, 20%.
I mean, that's more than fair,
that's practically a family discount.
(monster grunting)
(Nick punching)
(monster grunting)
(monster thudding) (vehicle screeching)
(pedestrians screaming)
(ambulance siren wailing)
Whoa!
(footsteps rustling)
- Holy! (Nick sighing)
- Come on, let's get you
to Hank's before you die,
or they wanna exchange insurance.
(footsteps tapping)
(door knocking) (Nick sighing)
(door opening)
- What is this Groundhog Day?
(Nick sighing)
(footsteps tapping)
- I know this is gonna sound ridiculous,
but is there anyway for
him to practice safe magic?
- Sorry kid,
this ain't like him shrink-wrapping
his doohickey on a Friday night.
(instrument beeping)
Look, I get that you're in a tight spot,
but that's the problem,
there's always gonna be a tight spot.
- Just like a Friday night.
(Nick chuckling)
Ow!
(Nick coughing) (object thudding)
(Nick sighing)
- Can I continue?
- (sighing) Yeah.
- Look, you're getting close
to the point of no return.
I know that death is the
ultimate authority figure,
but you can't thumb your nose at this.
You're gonna have to start relying
on your tools and your talent.
- Won't happen again, all right?
(Nick sighing)
Now can we get back to
why we're actually here?
- Aside from keeping your heart pumping
(Nick sighing) and your lungs breathing.
So what did this to you in anyway?
- Corky, something or another.
Yeah.
- Big guy.
Wonderful diction, yeah.
- Pissed that we killed his pet ghoul.
- [Nick] Yeah.
- I'm sorry, pet ghoul?
- That's what I said.
Big lug claimed it had been kidnapped.
I don't know.
Why would anyone kidnap a ghoul?
- Beats me.
All they do is eat,
eat, and eat some more.
Hmm.
- They're great muscle,
but not good for much else.
His pet?
- Aside from a confirmed dead ghoul,
suspects, who or what have we got?
- Nothing much, Adrienne's an outlier,
and most bite and turned
werewolves avoid the city.
(sighing) You talked to any pure bloods?
- There's not one registered
in the tri-state area.
- I have heard whispers of a
skin-walker who's new in town.
- (sighing) Find him.
Any luck with our mystery sphere?
- Nothing much left to go on.
Probably designed that way, of course.
- Maybe this will help
you piece it together.
(sphere rolling)
- [Hank] Ah, another one.
- From the scene of last night's attack.
- I guess we got our marching orders.
- I'll set up here. (sphere thumping)
- I'll put the coffee on.
- (sighing) Great.
I'm gonna go rest my eyes.
(Nick sighing)
(crickets chirping)
- Doesn't much, look like you're
tracking down the skin-walker.
(paper rustling)
(footsteps tapping)
(gentle music)
- Oh, that was quick.
- All I need is five
minutes and stable WiFi.
(Hank sighing)
- Back in my day,
this would've been hours of legwork.
Hell, days even.
- The world is changing,
I'm just trying to keep up.
- Hit the hay, why don't you?
This thing will be there
for you in the morning.
It is morning.
- You know what I mean.
- If this thing goes
haywire in the field again,
that could be it.
No more chances.
- (sighing) You know how many iterations
of the original battle
glove I went through so
it wouldn't fall off his arm
every time he fired a shot?
- [Daisy] How many?
(lip smacking)
- I lost count.
There were three trips to the ER.
Point is Nick survived me.
Hell, he'll probably survive us all.
(upbeat music)
- Well, here's the problem.
How did I miss that?
(bolt schwinging)
- 'cause you're exhausted.
- Thank you, Hank.
- I didn't do a thing.
All you needed to do was step back
and see the trees for the forest.
- I mean it.
Thank you.
Well, thank me by getting some shut-eye.
- What will you do?
- Five's usually my getting up
time, so I figure I'll
stay up and play with my balls some.
- (sighing) Good night, Hank.
- Goodnight, kid.
(gentle music)
(bolt shooting)
(chuckling) Holy shit!
(Hank sighing)
(Hank chuckling)
- Joining us this morning is Tina Bartleby
with psychic medium, Chari Divine,
and the family of Robert Brent.
- [Announcer] (mumbling)
(mumbling)
(Nick sighing)
(mumbling)
(couch rustling) (mumbling)
(mumbling) (mumbling)
- Maybe it is Groundhog Day.
- [Announcer] Now back to the program.
- Miss Divine has been a great help to us.
She's given us peace and closure.
- Yes.
And she's dedicating
herself to uncovering the truth
about what really happened to our son.
- Tina, the fact of the matter is this.
Traditional means have failed this family
and the families of the
ever-growing list of victims.
- Ever-growing, there have only been
three reported deaths, Ms. Divine.
- Three reported deaths, Tina.
- Are you insinuating that
there are more victims
that we are unaware of?
- When was the last time
you saw a panhandler?
A few months back they
were at every intersection,
have you seen one lately, just one.
- Well, the mayor's regeneration
for the next generation
program was created
to revitalize downtown
Mobile's infrastructure,
take transients off the streets,
give them shelter and help them find work.
- Okay, let's say you're right.
A politician finally
accomplished something.
Hooray!
We still have three unexplained deaths.
That's three too many, Tina.
- That's something we can both agree on.
Now without offering up more
baseless conjecture or slander,
what has your investigation uncovered?
- Unfortunately, I can't tell you much,
but what I can tell you
is there is a killer loose in our city,
and it is not human.
- That was our very own
Tina Bartleby's interview this morning
with psychic medium, Chari Divine,
and the family of murdered
security agent, Robert Brent.
Witnesses in the area seemed to confirm
Ms. Divine's assertions.
- It kinda looked like an animal,
but it was the size of a person.
I don't know what I saw,
but I saw something.
- People saying it's a cougar or a bear.
Man, that was a wolf.
I saw it out my own window.
This isn't even Cougar country.
- Seen it run, that ain't no man,
it was on all fours.
I hope they offer a reward or something
'cause I got me two new AR-15s,
I am just dying to try out
because the government ain't doing (beep)
- Oh, shit!
(footsteps tapping)
- [Announcer] You're
watching WOWL (mumbling)
- Moon, you up?
(door slamming)
- [Announcer] David
(mumbling) and Tina Bartleby.
(upbeat music)
Stay tuned for the Gulf
Coast's most accurate weather
with Kurt Casey,
and the WOWL (indistinct)
- Looks like you're on your
own, O'Reilley.
(announcer mumbling)
- [Announcer] Cold fronts moving in
from the west to the east,
(mumbling) some thunderstorms by tomorrow.
- With all that said,
let's take a look at your palm, shall we?
(curtain rustling)
- What the hell do you think you're doing?
- Working!
- Oh, you're working all right.
Sorry pal. (customer sighing)
You are working this city into a frenzy.
You wanna shake down some rubes,
I can live with that.
Again, sorry, but you go on
television and get these people
all hyped up (Chari mumbling)
about a killer boogeyman.
- I'm helping people.
I give them answers when no one else will,
I give them peace.
What do you give them besides a bill
and a need for a penicillin shot?
- Oh, yep.
She helping you?
You feel at peace?
We actually haven't gotten that far-
- Where is this guy's peace?
Where are his answers?
- Fine.
(footsteps rustling)
You're coming into money soon.
Look at that,
new opportunities on the horizon.
Also your wife knows you're cheating.
(object rattling)
(Nick sighing)
- Well, I'm not sure
you gave him much peace,
- But his wife's about to get plenty.
(Nick chuckling)
(Nick sighing)
(Nick clearing throat)
- Alright, how did you know?
- I swiped left on him last week.
Just because I don't come
about all the hoodoo honestly
doesn't mean I don't have abilities.
Listening, observing,
those are powerful tools.
- There's a name for that.
- [Chari] Hmm.
- Detective.
- Very true, (chair creaking)
but there's no spark to that.
- Hey, I appreciate style, obviously.
But there's style,
and there's lying.
- I never lie.
Get that straight.
I don't lie,
I sparkle.
(Nick chuckling)
- Woo!
All that self-righteousness
really took it outta you, huh?
(Nick sighing) Come sit down.
- I'm fine.
- Then stop me.
(footsteps tapping)
(Nick sighing)
(footsteps rustling)
(chair creaking)
Your hands, please, Mr. Moon.
- Since I can't stop you.
- Damn dude, your money
line is almost non-existent,
your love line reads like
a Shakespearean tragedy,
and then your lifeline,
it's not even a line,
it's more like a connect the dots.
- You don't need to be a psychic
to know I'm a total mess.
- My point exactly.
- No, my point exactly.
If you're doing all this
for shits and giggles,
you aren't helping people,
you're putting them in more risk.
- This is New Orleans all over again.
- They run you out of Nawlins?
- Not run out per se.
This city is lousy with psychics,
wannabe Van Helsing,
sorcerers, occultists.
It's too much competition.
- Mm-hmm.
- Even the tourists are smart marks.
- Yeah, I get you there, yeah.
- They run you out on a rail?
- No, but I did move to
Mobile looking for a paycheck,
an honest one.
In New Orleans there were 10
demonologist for every haunt.
Here, well, somebody's gotta mediate
between the otherworlders and the normies.
- You don't look like you're
in any shape to do magic.
- Me?
I'm on top of my game.
(finger snapping)
Hmm.
I'm as good as ever.
(finger snapping)
I'm gonna snap my fingers,
and nothing will happen.
(finger snapping)
- Honey, you couldn't
light a Yankee Candle.
Maybe I can help.
I have elixirs-(Nick chuckling)
- Bandaids, all of them.
But don't worry about me.
Don't you worry about Nick Moon.
- Who's worried?
- Since you probably
charge me by the hour.
- By the minute actually.
- Well, let's get back to why I'm here.
I've been barking up the lycanthrope tree.
And now I'm starting to think
maybe this will go a lot
faster, if we compare notes.
- Partners, huh?
- An alliance.
We find your client some concrete answers.
For 40% of your fee naturally. (chuckling)
- I'm sorry, I came here on
the back of a motorcycle,
not a turnip truck, 20%.
- How about you be
reasonable, make it 35%?
- 30.
(footsteps rustling)
- Deal.
(chair thumping)
- Huh!
- Don't worry, that's Daisy's thing.
- Deal. (Nick chuckling)
- And you have to.
Have to.
Stop talking to the press.
- It's not my fault they love me.
- (sighing) Chari.
- Fine, but if we're gonna compare notes,
I need to get out of all this.
(door opening) (footsteps tapping)
- Bring your work home often?
- I have a soft spot for strays.
(footsteps tapping)
(Nick sighing) (footsteps tapping)
(Nick sighing)
So you're really leaning
toward a werewolf, huh?
(Nick clearing throat)
- I was.
Weren't you?
- [Chari] Honestly,
I thought it was a coyote.
I just said it wasn't human,
I didn't say it was paranatural.
- Paranormal.
(upbeat music)
- You have your terms, I have mine.
The name's Charlene DelVecchio,
friends always called me Chari.
- Why the getup?
- I could ask you the same thing.
- Huh, right. (sighing)
Lemme rephrase.
(upbeat music)
Why the act?
- Reality television.
People want an immersive
experience, a character, a show.
- Well, it's nice to finally meet
you, Charlene.
- Chari, please.
- So we're friends?
- I think we're about
to get real friendly.
- I don't know what you've heard,
but now that we're working together,
(upbeat music)
I'm not going to fish
off the company pier.
- Excuse me?
- There's a saying.
- I know the saying.
You think because you called a
truce, we're gonna...
I said partners, not partners.
- I'm getting mixed signals.
- Well, pack up your pole and tackle
because I'm not that easy.
- Yes, ma'am.
(door knocking)
(birds chirping)
(footstep tapping)
- Oh!
(speaker mumbling) (glass shattering)
I'm on my way, I'm coming.
It's a little busy.
(footsteps tapping)
(hand striking) Oh!
(body thudding) Oh!
Oh, hi! (chuckling)
You're not gonna believe this, but-
Oh, I'm sure of that.
- I was...
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Ow, ow, ow, let go.
Please let go.
Ow, ow, ow, ow!
Oh!
But anyway, I was walking around back,
so I could come out and meet you.
Points for effort.
- Oh, thank you.
- But I don't have time for your bullshit.
- I'm sorry.
- I've seen all kinds,
but you are the new in town skin-walker.
- Oh! (chuckling)
Well, I didn't wanna make a big fuss,
but guilty. (chuckling)
Of that I mean, nothing else.
- Then why did you run?
- I didn't run, I was walking around back,
so I could come around and...
Shh, shh, shh, shh!
Why did you run?
- Because I know who you are.
People talk and that includes people
who technically aren't people.
You defeated a Frankendemon.
I mean, I pick my battles, lady,
and this isn't one of them,
ma'am. (Velcro ripping)
Well, I will say I
wasn't expecting a chick.
What is Nick Moon short for?
Like Nicki or Nicole or something.
What are you doing?
What are you doing with the (mumbling)
Huh!
(intense music)
- Yeah, you are not a
skin-walker, are you?
- Yeah, huh.
And you wouldn't want me to turn on you!
- Oh, yes, please.
I would very much.
Let's do that.
- All right.
Okay, you want the skin-walker?
Well, now you've got her.
(intense music)
(bones crunching)
(speaker groaning)
- Oh, Moon's gonna love this.
- Wait, what?
- [Announcer] Next On "ParaLore",
we investigate legends
of New England witches (swooshing music)
and the curses they left behind.
(thunder crashing)
The possibility of killer
mutants in the Midwest
(paper rustling)
(announcer mumbling)
- You've really done your homework.
- It is my job to observe,
and none of this passed the smell test.
(pages rustling)
- The missing persons,
unexplained deaths, goes back weeks.
- Months.
- But the MOs don't line up.
Swamp goblin,
vampire attack, obviously.
- Obviously.
Puckwudgie.
- Gesundheidt.
- Then the last three
weeks the attacks shifted
primarily to maulings-(TV announcer)
(TV announcer)
- I'm missing something.
- (TV announcer)
- You're almost kind
of cute when you work.
- (sighing) Lucky for
you, (announcer mumbling)
I'm always on the clock. (chuckling)
(Nick sighing) (announcer mumbling)
- What if it is this skin-walker?
They can change shape,
take on different forms, yeah?
(phone ringing)
(announcer mumbling)
- Tell me you have something good.
- Our skin-walker transformed all right...
into an idiot.
- (sighing) So much for that theory.
- Where are you?
- Comparing notes with Chari Divine.
- [Announcer] (mumbling)
folklore and popular entertainment
for centuries.
- Daisy?
- [Announcer] But what of the dogman?
- You there?
- Comparing notes, huh?
- She's got a nice set of tomes here.
Nick?
- I need to regroup.
Not here though.
- [Daisy] That thought
never crossed my mind.
Nick?
- Hank's.
- He's gonna start charging rent.
Nick?
- (announcer mumbling) like animal
with a torso of a man and a fearsome-
- What do you know about a dogman?
- The creature has now been spotted
in other parts of the country.
- [Announcer] Dogman differ
from lycanthropes... (mumbling)
(remote beeping)
(somber music)
(sparks crackling)
(instrument beeping)
(Hank chuckling)
- I gotta run.
(footsteps tapping)
I'll call you later. (sighing)
(footsteps tapping)
- I never had a man try
to get outta here so fast.
- What are we charging these
clients of yours anyways?
The families of the victims.
- Nothing.
(upbeat music)
- What?
- It's pro bono.
(footsteps tapping)
- You didn't tell me that.
- I agreed to give you a percentage.
You never asked for a percentage of what.
(gentle music)
- There is that sparkle.
- Let me come with you.
- Honey, I'm bad for your health.
(chuckling)
(upbeat music)
(booklet thudding)
(brooding music)
(pen clicking)
(phone dialing)
- [Voicemail] Your call
has been forwarded to an...
(call disconnecting)
(car door slamming)
(seat belt rattling)
(vehicle honking)
(seat belt clicking)
- This car needs fixing.
(intense music)
Jesus!
- Holy shit!
- Moon, I will feast on your soul.
- What about Daisy?
- Who is Daisy?
- Me!
I'm Daisy. (horn honking)
- Well, aren't you as
precious as the blossom?
Will you seek vengeance upon me
after I vanquish your Moon?
(vehicle honking)
- Well,
I mean, first off,
he's not my Moon.
- Wonderful!
Daisy?
- Language is important.
(monster mumbling) (monster slamming hood)
- Sorry.
Threatening banter.
- My turn.
(car screeching) (monster grunting)
(car screeching) (monster sighing)
(monster crunching bones)
- Assholes!
(electricity zapping)
(footsteps tapping)
(Hank laughing)
(objects rattling)
- Hank!
- You gotta see this!
What's this look like to you?
- Like somebody bolted an
egg timer to a hamster ball.
- Now it took some rebuilding,
but go ahead, pop her open.
- It opens?
- Yeah, turn the knob on the side.
Go ahead, open her up.
(sphere clanging)
(Daisy sighing)
- I'll be damned.
Devil's toy box.
- I don't follow.
- A devil's toy box.
It's a mirror lined cubed
that lets the user conjure
or trap an entity, a creature.
- Or just about anything.
Now this is a very rudimentary design,
nothing like we had back at the MPS,
real down and dirty eso-techie work here,
which means we're not dealing
with a well-funded operation.
- We have common ground at least.
- Now since these were found at the site
of otherworlder attacks,
I'm thinking that they are,
for lack of a better
term, dimensional traps.
- Non-eso-techie here,
gimme layman's terms.
- Basically when activated,
the sphere creates its
own interdimensional pocket
that you can stuff just
about anything inside.
- Like a supernatural clown car.
- Now you're getting it.
- So someone's leaving
these things around the city
and using them to release monsters.
- Monster bombs.
- Boo bombs.
Instead of going boom, they go boo.
- So we're not dealing with
random otherworlder attacks.
This is coordinated
supernatural terrorism.
- How much do one of these things hold?
- Depends on how high
maintenance the cargo is.
Need to move a two bedroom house
or haul a hellhound across town,
this baby is got you covered.
(sphere beeping)
Uh!
Yeah, you don't want...
(intense music)
- It's so cute.
(dog grunting)
- Like I said, enough to haul a hellhound.
(dog whimpering) (footsteps tapping)
(objects rattling)
- So I'll call animal control,
and we'll get a fresh
start in the morning.
(object crashing) (animal grunting)
(thunder rumbling)
- Geez! (mumbling)
(thunder rumbling)
I am gonna regret that.
Dogman. (sighing)
(thunder crashing)
(drawer creaking)
- [Announcer] Not as well-known
as its lycanthrope cousin, the werewolf.
Tales of the dogman in North America
date back hundreds of years.
- A dogman creature was
allegedly witnessed in 1887
in Wexford County,
Michigan (thunder rumbling)
described as an amber-eyed bipedal
canine like animal with a torso of a man
and a fearsome howl.
The creature has now been spotted
in other parts of the country.
- [Announcer] Dogman (mumbling)
- Dogman!
- [Announcer] They don't
transform man to beast,
it's pure animal, which to me
makes him even more terrifying.
One unusual variation
of the dogman legend is
that of the wolf woman of Mobile.
- Oh, hell!
(book thudding)
(thunder rumbling) (announcer mumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
(suspenseful music)
(footstep squishing)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
(creature grunting)
(creature squealing)
(intense music)
Help! (creature grunting)
(phone ringing)
- Hello!
- Up and at 'em.
I got a hot tip on a construction site.
- From who?
- From whom?
Just trust me,
I'll explain when you get there.
(phone beeping)
(disconnecting call)
(Nick sighing)
- From whom?
Oh gosh!
(door latch clicking)
- Take two.
(Nick chuckling)
- Would you look at that?
But no time for a bench test.
- Since when do we ever test anything?
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
(footsteps tapping)
- Well, I didn't know this
was gonna be a threesome.
(Nick sighing)
- Be nice.
- It's nice to see you again, Chari.
- Miss Divine.
- Where are the cops?
You said this was a crime scene.
- I said I had a tip.
- From whom?
Moi.
- [Daisy] Here we go.
- No!
Look, I put in the work here.
- Tic-tac-toe is usually
a two-player game.
- These are the creature sightings,
the monster attacks.
- Check the addresses.
(Daisy sighing)
- 615 Royal,
sold luxury condos;
217 Fulton,
sold luxury condos,
and 405 Dolphin,
sold luxury condos.
- All sold post-attack
and the buyer got a hefty price cut.
- Who's the buyer?
(Chari sighing)
- Regeneration for the
Next Generation, LLC.
(Chari sighing)
Ingram.
- If I'm right, and I'm right,
this heap should have been
next on their hit list.
- Dais, gear up.
(traffic buzzing)
- How is it?
Itchy?
(instrument clicking)
- What you got for me?
- Bucket seat and a blast of AC.
- No, sir, I'm not waiting in the car,
I wanna see this through.
- This is life or death, Chari.
- This is my chance to
shine, not just sparkle.
For once I can make a real difference.
- Chari, we don't know
what we're walking into.
I can't promise I can protect you.
(Chari chuckling)
- I'm so sorry.
That's just about the sweetest thing ever.
(knife schwinging) But you're forgetting
who's the bad bitch from Jersey!
Now quit dicking around, let's
go find ourselves a monster.
- Is she really from Jersey?
- I have no idea.
- Oh, smells like a
slaughterhouse in here.
- Anybody else hungry for barbecue?
(suspenseful music)
- [Daisy] Nick?
- It can't be.
Why would he?
- This looks old.
Matches the owner.
- Why would Hank come here?
- Well, maybe he had a hunch.
This Hank, he psychic too?
(Daisy sighing)
(suspenseful music)
Catchy tune.
- We need to stick together.
- Then shake a leg.
(door creaking)
(phone ringing)
(Nick panting)
(Nick whimpering)
(somber music)
(Nick punching)
(Nick sighing)
(Nick mumbling)
(somber music)
- Go.
(Nick whimpering)
- What the hell is that?
(somber music)
(creature squealing)
(monster grunting)
- Huh! (sighing)
(monster grunting)
Run, go, go!
(intense music)
Go there, go.
(monster grunting)
(Nick sighing)
(intense music) (monster grunting)
(kettle clinking)
(somber music)
- He was your teacher?
- For a little while, yeah.
(somber music)
Look, I can't have you mixed up in this,
not anymore.
- I'm already mixed up in it, Nick.
- You don't understand.
This is what happens, I lose people,
good people.
- Well, I'm just okay people,
so nothing to worry about.
(somber music)
- Go home, get some rest.
- Begin a therapy session.
(Nick chuckling)
This is quite the line of work, Nick Moon.
- Yeah.
(gentle music)
(Chari kissing)
(gentle music)
- The monster's not the problem, Nick,
we are.
(somber music)
(brooding music)
- It's not a dogman,
it's a mother protecting its kid,
(dog barking)
its territory. (chair creaking)
Adrienne was right, it's about community.
This dogwoman must have been displaced
by one of those boo bombs,
(sighing) but she adapted,
(tea glugging)
she made a home for her and her pup
in downtown's abandoned buildings,
surviving well I might
add, (kettle clinking)
on a diet of homeless, runaways,
the occasional security guard.
- And now the city's
gentrification program
is encroaching on their home.
- You got it.
(spoon clinking)
I think it's time to take
the fight to city hall.
(Nick slurping)
(Nick sighing)
- The initiative has hit a few snags,
but we are not stopping.
- [Tipton] Get to the point, Ingram,
this is supposed to be my meditation time.
- Well, sir, this time next year,
we will all be sitting pretty
in the middle of a newly
revitalized downtown Mobile.
- [Tipton] Wonderful news, just wonderful.
Keep working your magic,
and you'll go far, Joe.
- It's hardly magic, sir,
just good old-fashioned
blood, sweat and...
(phone disconnects) Hello?
(phone beeping)
Asshole!
(bottle thumping)
(object thumping)
(box lid rustling)
- You're a hard man to track down.
- You two. (bread thumping)
(bag thumping)
- Aren't you supposed
to be the man of the people
out in the streets shaking
babies, kissing hands?
- That is Tipton's job-
Hmm.
- I do the real work.
- Oh, like single-handedly
revitalizing the city.
- Are you afraid you're going to demo
your favorite record shop?
Are you a couple of bleeding hearts?
- There's been enough blood spilled,
maybe you just don't care.
- I agree,
the deaths have been unfortunate,
such is the price of progress.
- Let's say you get your fancy
project going full speed,
vagrancy and crime rates go down-
Mm-hmm.
- Real estate prices go up,
and the city's economy booms.
- Guaranteed reelection for Mayor Tipton,
and you become the poster
boy for your party.
As long as nobody looks too closely
at how the sausage is made, huh?
- We share a vision, Mr. Moon,
and my offer still stands.
I'm sure we could find
something for your friend,
filing or light paperwork.
How's your typing?
- Daisy,
give him my answer.
- It's time to shut it down,
the whole gentrification scheme.
- I will not,
and it is not gentrification,
it is regeneration for
the next generation.
- [Daisy] Yeah, we've seen the billboard.
- Shut it down.
Or the media is gonna hear
about yet another mysterious
death on city property
undergoing so-called regeneration.
- What are you talking about?
- I'd like you to meet my friend, Hank.
- God, you're sick,
the both of you.
- I can introduce you to the rest of
them, if you like.
- Get the hell out of here
right now before I call the cops.
- All right.
- You take your secretary with you.
- Nope, mm-hmm.
(footsteps rustling)
(Joseph sighing)
- I won't shut it down.
I can't, you know that.
There's too much on the line,
personally, politically, financially.
I'll tell you what I will do.
I'll hire you.
(Nick sighing)
- I already told you,
we didn't wanna be part of your team.
- No, I want you to find that nest
and exterminate whatever is in it.
And maybe you'll get a nice bonus
for staying the hell out
of my way from here on out.
- And if we walk, go to the press.
- You won't.
I can revoke whatever licenses you have
and shut you down.
And at the end of the day,
who are people going to believe:
An upstanding member of the community,
or two losers who spend
their life chasing shadows?
Don't be stupid.
Come on.
(footsteps rustling)
Don't feel bad, Mr. Moon,
we've all gotta make a living.
(Nick chuckling)
(Joseph sighing)
(toy squeaking) I really hate that man.
(toy squeaking)
- We're not killing it, Nick.
- Never said we were.
- You mind letting me in
on what you're concocting.
(Nick chuckling)
- Sage first, then incense.
Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- Best of luck on the coven.
- Should I make an appointment?
- Depends.
Is this call for business or pleasure?
A little of both.
- Hmm.
- Maybe if you play your cards right.
(footstep tapping)
- Ooh, not today, hun.
(upbeat music)
How are you?
- Fine.
Always fine.
- Bit of good news.
- Please.
- I called in a favor to a client.
What's this?
- It's a little blue pill,
but for magic.
(brooding music)
Keep this on you 24/7,
it'll channel the energy
you need to do what you do
and restore whatever is drained.
I don't know if it's a permanent solution,
and it's not gonna bring
you back to full power, but-
(finger snapping) (intense music)
- Toss the receipt, (swooshing music)
it's a keeper.
- Now I know you didn't come
all this way to flirt badly.
- It was part of it.
- What do you want, Moon-pie?
A favor.
- You're pressing your luck.
(Nick chuckling)
- I think you'll get a kick out of this.
- Hmm.
- Who came up with that tagline?
His wife (mumbling)
Is it too late to get a new one?
Is it too late to get a new
wife, at least.
I mean, you know what, fine, whatever.
I'll make it work too.
- Evening, future Mr. Mayor.
- Keep me posted.
- Ms. Divine.
- Chari, please.
- Well, Chari,
I hope that when the day comes,
I can count on your vote.
- I always vote my conscience.
- Such a wry wit. (chuckling)
- I think we have some
business to discuss.
- Do we?
- Trust me, you're gonna like this.
- I'll say it was a surprise
running into you tonight,
a pleasant one, don't get me wrong.
- I knew if I hung
around here long enough,
I'd eventually bump into you.
- So you were waiting for me?
- You called me "pretty", remember?
- I did, and I meant it.
- Hmm.
Ever since then, you've just
been running around in my head.
- Really?
- Just giving me ideas.
- What kind of ideas?
- Good ideas, bad ideas, political ideas.
- I don't follow.
- You know what would
really send your stock
through the roof?
- I'm all ears, Chari.
- A photo of you standing
on the dogwoman's carcass
like a real man, like an American hero.
Oh, such a turn on!
- Uh, it's actually dogman,
woman didn't test well.
- Fair enough, dogman.
Post that pic on every paper,
magazine, tabloid, news show,
then you go national.
Forget mayor,
we're talking governor, senate.
- Maybe White House.
- You're only limited by your
imagination, Mr. President.
- Wait, so Moon got it then.
It's dead.
- As dead as my Aunt Vita,
but that doesn't shut her up. (chuckling)
- I haven't told anybody this,
but I cannot wait to taxidermy that thing.
(Nick chuckling)
- He took the bait.
- Wouldn't you?
(brooding music)
(car door opening)
Where are you going?
To tie up a loose end.
(brooding music)
(car door slamming)
- Corky, you haven't
been more than 30 yards
from me since this began.
Come on out!
I can smell you.
Sandalwood.
- You have been trying my patience, Moon.
- I have that effect on people.
(finger snapping) (sphere beeping)
- What's that do?
(intense music)
- Lemme show you.
(sphere beeping)
(intense music)
Hold tight, asshole!
(sphere rattling)
(intense music)
- Ah, Mr. Moon.
I understand,
congratulations are in order,
and a hefty payday.
So where is it?
Where is the beast?
- Oh, um.
Around.
Around?
- Hmm.
- You said it was dead.
What the hell is this?
- The plan, sweetie.
- You picked up every stray
otherworlder you could find.
- Then you strategically deployed
the poor creatures to
game the realty market
for your revitalization project.
Prices get real cheap
when a place is haunted.
- Or infested.
- Mm-hmm.
- Real estate.
That's what this is all about?
- What can I say?
I'm a good steward of
the taxpayers' money.
You knew we'd be around
to clean up your messes
before they get outta hand.
Whether that meant capturing,
or putting down those strays.
- The dogwoman was the one that got away.
She popped up, got you your deal,
and then slipped under our radar.
- It's not my fault if
you two do sloppy work.
(somber music)
So what now?
You can't arrest me.
- The other day,
I asked Daisy who cleans up our messes.
- Hmm.
- It turns out, we do that too.
Those self-destruct.
- Self-destruct on detonation.
Eh, not completely.
I'd say it's a pretty good
restoration for a secretary.
- Shit!
(intense music)
(monster mumbling)
- Where is Moon?
- Where is my nemesis?
- Over here.
(monster grunting)
Butt you're wrong about
the nemesis thing.?
That is your ghoul napper right there.
(monster roars)
(intense music)
(door slamming)
(monster roars)
(Joseph sighing)
- So dogwoman?
- Dogwoman.
(door banging)
(door opening) (monster sighing)
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I'm sure we can come up with a solution
that is mutually beneficial.
(monster grunting)
You seem like a very reasonable thing.
I mean, look at you,
you're so well-spoken.
(monster grunting)
(monster groaning)
(footsteps rustling)
- This way.
- No, the nest is this way.
- I have a strong feeling
about this direction.
Force of habit,
but I do think it was this way.
(gun clocking and firing)
- You three have no idea
who you're messing with.
(gun clocking)
(gun firing)
(somber music)
- Moon, cover me!
All right, you win.
- You sound surprised.
I'll have you know,
I was voted most likely to
succeed in all of my classes.
- Maybe 'cause they realized then
that you're a soulless son of a bitch
who will do whatever it takes to win.
- Exactly.
Things could have gone so
differently for the two of you
and for Miss Divine as well.
Now there'll barely be a
footnote in tomorrow's obituaries.
- Ingram?
(intense music)
(Daisy sighing)
(Daisy sighing)
- We'll let him out later,
he could use the time out.
(Nick chuckling) (sphere thumping)
(intense music)
(brooding music)
- What?
- Hey mama!
We won't hurt you,
we're here to help.
(sphere beeping)
(monster grunting)
(intense music)
- A little help please?
- Oh.
(intense music)
(Nick sighing)
(intense music)
(monster grunting)
(intense music)
(Nick chuckling)
- Holy shit, that was intense.
(Nick sighing)
(Nick chuckling)
- Oh, good job, Dais!
(Nick sighing)
Oh!
- Oh!
(upbeat music)
Looks like you're back.
(gentle music)
- Thank you.
(gentle music)
(creature whimpering)
(Nick and Chari sighing)
- [Chari] It's kind of cute.
- None of this is their fault,
(creature whimpering)
(sighing) but we still can't let them
run freely in a populated area.
(Nick sighing)
Daisy, you wanna do the honors?
- Actually Chari would you?
(upbeat music)
- Okay. (sighing)
- So I just...
- Aim, and press.
(gentle music)
(creature whimpering)
(intense music)
(creature chewing) (Nick chuckling)
Oh shit, we left him in there!
- And nothing of value was lost.
(monster grunting)
(somber music)
- Good job, Dais.
(somber music)
Not bad, Ms. Divine.
Not bad at all.
(Chari kissing)
- Must have been a bad
card reading earlier.
- So a wild cryptozoological animal,
think we need shots?
- Always.
(upbeat music)
- You just keep a mini bar in your coat?
- For stakeouts, mostly.
(upbeat music)
To Hank.
To Hank.
- To Hank.
- Wherever he is.
(upbeat music)
(dog howling)
(intense music)
(upbeat music continues)
(intense music)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps rustling)
(Nick sighing) (somber music)
(brooding music)
(instrument beeping)
(brooding music)
- Got some good news and some bad news.
- Gimme the good.
- Good news, it's definitely a ghoul.
- [Daisy] (chuckling) And the bad?
(brooding music)
- It's hungry.
Very, very hungry.
(brooding music)
You got eyes on it yet?
- Nothing yet, but I'm watching,
and you need to watch that shoelace.
- Daisy, I don't know how you do it.
- Can I get a medium matcha
latte with almond milk
and the biggest darkest
roast you got for Daisy?
Don't worry about how I do it.
Just be glad that I do.
- I'm a detective,
How is basically the number
one thing I concern myself with.
- [Daisy] (chuckling) What about why?
(brooding music)
- If there's time.
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps rustling)
(suspenseful music)
- Moon?
Nick?
Shit!
(intense music)
(footsteps tapping)
(footsteps rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps rustling)
(somber music)
(gun cocking)
- Yeah, still hate Mardi Gras.
(somber music)
Hmm...
(Nick sighing)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
Dais, we have a second vic.
This ghoul means business.
(suspenseful music)
Daisy?
(intense music)
I am sorry, Skip.
Truly am.
(object rattling)
(intense music) (monster grunting)
Ah! (sparks crackling)
(finger snapping)
(swooshing music)
(intense music)
(Nick sighing)
(object shattering)
Little help, Dais.
(eerie music)
(finger snapping) (sparks crackling)
Oh!
(finger snapping) Aw!
(Nick sighing)
(eerie music)
(knife schwinging)
(monster grunting)
Wherever I end up next,
I'm taking some of you with me.
Come on.
(monster grunting) (object plopping)
(monster whimpering)
(monster thudding)
- You owe me a cup of coffee.
(Nick sighing)
(Nick thudding)
(intense music)
(door knocking)
- Hold your horses, I'm coming.
(door knocking)
Damn!
Somebody better be in a lot of trouble.
Who's there?
- It's Moon. (sighing)
Open up.
Ah!
(door opening)
(door creaking)
- Somebody is trouble.
(Nick sighing)
(footsteps tapping)
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
- I said, we should go to a hospital,
but what does this one say?
I need Hank.
- I need Hank.
(Nick sighing)
- Well,
lack of insurance aside.
- It's like making a bet against yourself.
- This sort of thing ain't
exactly taught in med school.
- No argument there, Daisy, by the way.
- Oh, where are my manners?
(sighing) Hank, Daisy;
Daisy, Hank.
He was my you before you.
(gentle music)
- Hank Treme, spiritualistic,
esoteric techie
also dabble in watercolors.
(intense music)
- Hell, it's like a
haunted hayride in there.
- So you're the empath, I heard about you.
- Empath has a name,
yet Nick's never mentioned yours.
- Great.
Well, now the introductions
are out of the way,
somebody wanna help me with not dying?
(Nick coughing)
(footsteps rustling)
(eerie music)
(somber music)
- [Monster] Bagoom be with you.
- You trust this guy.
- With my life. (chuckling)
(Nick sighing)
What's got you spooked?
- I'm not spooked, (utensil clinking)
it's just...
- You are jealous.
I'm not jealous.
- Oh, I must be dying
because I never thought
I lived to see Daisy O'Reilly jealous.
- You call me jealous one more time,
you'll be dead, not dying.
(Nick chuckling)
(utensil clinking) (Nick sighing)
- He's probably more threatened
by you than you are by him.
- You're thinking of bears.
(Nick chuckling)
(Nick coughing)
Okay.
- Ah!
- [Hank] Kettle's on.
- (sighing) Come on, Hank!
Don't you have something stronger?
- Nicholas, this ain't the kind of tea
that you have biscuits with.
- What's wrong with him?
- Arrogance, terrible social skills.
Could use a shave.
(Nick sighing)
But mystically speaking,
he's just this side of tapped out.
- Guys, all I need is a little rest and-
- Listen, you're in my house
rapidly losing your
reputation as death-defying,
you don't get a say.
(kettle whistling)
- Yes, sir.
(kettle whistling)
- Usually ain't the patient
with a bad bedside manner.
(Nick coughing)
(crickets chirping)
(tea glugging)
Careful, it's hot.
Hmm. (grunting)
- What did I just...
- Oh! (sighing)
(object thumping)
- What happened to my
beautiful battle glove?
- That's my spitfire gauntlet.
- Daisy made some
adjustments over the years.
- Including a better name.
- Be nice!
- Sweet baby. (Nick sighing)
What did this mean lady do to you?
- This mean lady improved accuracy,
reduced overall weight,
and added a few extra surprises
that would definitely (Nick sighing)
void the warranty if it had one.
- Guys, I am literally dying here.
Can we get back to the problem at hand?
- The problem is not the problem,
problems have solutions.
The problem is,
you don't like the solution.
- The solution is unacceptable,
which makes it another problem.
- Hold up!
You knew something was wrong.
- [Hank] You didn't tell her.
- Didn't tell me what?
- A good mystic,
(Nick chuckling) which Moon is not
uses crystals or gemstones
as a power source for their magics.
For our more shall we say
nitty-gritty conjurers,
the magic pulls from
their own physical energy
or life force each time they use it.
For most people, regular exercise
and not eating something
that you order from a speaker
is enough to keep them in shape,
they can recharge themselves.
You know when you have a phone,
screen's cracked, little charge,
gotta keep it plugged in all the time.
- [Daisy] Yeah.
- I give you Nick Moon.
- What did he just... Eh, uh-huh-huh!
Bad for the plant.
(somber music)
(monster grunting)
(eerie music)
(monster grunting)
(somber music)
(monster grunting)
(upbeat music)
- Love,
career,
health,
and wealth.
The answers to these and
more are just a phone call away.
Madam Divine has foreseen your call.
Dial now to unlock the
keys to your future.
Oh!
I better take that.
(phone ringing)
(plopping music) (hand thudding)
(Nick sighing)
- Oh!
(neck bone crunching)
(Nick sighing)
(backbone crunching) (Nick sighing)
(button clicking) (purple flame hissing)
(Nick sighing)
- Got yourself a real
Georgia peach there, Nick.
She was up all night fixing your gear.
How you feeling?
- Remember the night of my MPS induction?
- No.
(Nick chuckling)
- MPS?
- Ministry of Para Science.
Wasn't that the night you met Veronica?
- Who's Veronica?
(footsteps tapping)
- You know, Betty's friend.
Has a thing for redheads.
- Fine, be that way. (tea glugging)
(suspenseful music)
(car screeching)
(car door clicking)
(car door slamming) (keys jingling)
(footsteps tapping) (suspenseful music)
(keys jingling) (suspenseful music)
- Yo, Virgil, Bobby, I'm here.
(suspenseful music)
Hey guys, I know I'm late,
but I brought some beignets.
(suspenseful music)
Hey guys, I get it, I'm late,
but I'm here now,
and I (mumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
(beignets bag thudding) (intense music)
(purple flame hissing)
- And if you like that,
you see this little button right here?
Press it.
(bolt schwinging)
- Oh!
(Nick chuckling)
- Oh, this is topnotch work, Dais.
- I had something of
an epiphany last night
about things you might need
when I'm grabbing coffee. (Nick sighing)
Now remember, the crossbow
comes loaded with one bolt,
you will need to reload after that.
- I only need one.
What's this?
- Uh, off limits.
- Hey, you guys need to turn the TV on.
- Joining us for ongoing coverage
from today's emergency press conference
from the mayor's office,
which ended just moments ago,
Tina Bartleby is on location with more.
Tina?
- Thanks, Joy.
I'm here at city hall
where only moments ago,
deputy mayor, Joseph Ingram,
held an emergency press conference
to discuss this morning's
horrible tragedy.
The discovery of the remains
of two security guards
in a downtown construction site,
which marks the second attack
of this kind in as many weeks.
- On behalf of Mayor
Tipton, (camera snapping)
our thoughts and prayers are
with the families of the deceased.
- [Journalist] Where's the mayor?
Why isn't he making this statement?
- Mayor Tipton is currently
visiting the victim's families.
Now as I was saying, this tragedy
has affected the entire...
Sir, can you address
reports of a mystery figure seen in
and around the attack site last night.
- I didn't realize we had
gotten to the questions yet.
- [Journalist] With all due
respect, deputy mayor,
we've heard this before,
we'd like some answers.
- We are aware of the reports,
and it's because of those
that the authorities
are seriously considering the possibility
that these attacks were perpetrated
by a displaced wild animal.
Animal control is currently-
- [Journalist] What about the creature?
(camera snapping)
- Creature!
You mean this boogeyman
some so-called psychic
is trying to conjure up?
- [Journalist] We just
want the truth, sir.
- No, you want headlines,
you want clicks and subscribers.
But this is not tabloid journalism,
innocent people have died here.
Now these attacks may appear inhuman,
but I assure you the perpetrator is not.
And I have full faith in our police force
that they will apprehend
whoever is responsible
swiftly and justly.
Now let me be perfectly
clear, (camera snapping)
this city does not acknowledge
the existence of ghosts
or goblins or little green men
or Hugging Molly or any
or all general hoodoo,
it's unchristian,
and that includes psychics,
no matter how pretty they maybe.
- Strong words from Deputy Mayor Ingram.
With me now is local psychic
investigator, Chari Divine.
Thank you for joining me. Ms. Divine.
What is your response to
the deputy mayor's statement?
- Well, he did say, I was pretty,
so we know at least two
of his eyes are wide open,
even if his third is closed.
- You've been a major
proponent to the paranormal.
- Paranatural.
- Paranatural theories surrounding these
and many other killings.
Do you truly believe that
these deaths are paranormal,
excuse me, paranatural in nature?
- Paranatural, yes.
What I will say, Tina,
is that a closed mind
has never been beneficial
to any investigation.
- How many real deal psychics you know
hedge their bets like that?
(phone ringing)
Moon.
Yeah, watching it now.
- [News Reporter] Just this
afternoon, Commissioner-
- In about 16 minutes.
(news reporter mumbling)
If traffic's good.
- [News Reporter] (mumbling)
folks to be mindful
of downtown Mobile visit.
- (sighing) Yeah, she's here.
Ask yourself.
- (mumbling) at night
to try to park as well-
- Hello? (news reporter mumbling)
Hey! (news reporter mumbling)
- Out past 9:00 p.m. (Daisy sighing)
- I don't know,
I think the Ethiopian place
on Dauphin just opened up.
- [News Reporter]
(mumbling) downtown area-
- Okay, well, think about
it, and we'll decide tonight.
- [News Reporter] Limit downtown activity-
Yeah, okay.
- For the day.
- I love, bye. (news reporter mumbling)
- [News Reporter] When the sun goes down.
(Nick sighing)
- [News Reporter] Mobile
Mayor Tipton has also-
- I have to soak this
thing in alcohol now.
(news reporter mumbling)
- Isn't everything you
own soaked in alcohol?
(footstep tapping)
- You missed your calling
in stand up.
Thanks for the patch up, Hank.
Oh!
(object thumping)
I found another one of these.
See what you can do with it.
(catching object)
- Another one.
Isn't this her job?
And why the hell am I just
now hearing about this thing?
- She's busy.
(somber music)
I was preoccupied.
Welcome to Full Moon, Inc.
- I guess I'll get my affairs in order.
- That's the spirit.
(upbeat music)
Time to punch in.
- Nick, I mean it.
No more magic.
(upbeat music)
- Don't you worry about me, Hank.
(door rattling)
(door creaking)
- Daisy?
Look, he's burnt out.
It pains me to say,
but he's got to stop cold turkey.
He keeps using you're a solo
act, you understand?
(somber music)
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
- You ever wonder who cleans up after us?
Last night there was a corpse,
this morning not a trace.
- Burt's got a guy,
a couple of them actually.
Hey, you did all you could do.
- It's green.
(car revving)
(car doors slamming)
(footsteps tapping)
- Look, I know at this point
it's basically muscle memory,
but seriously no magic.
- So what?
You know the guy for one night,
and you're Hank's eyes and ears now?
- Who's jealous now?
(Nick chuckling) (footsteps tapping)
- Yeah, yeah.
- My God, did y'all take the scenic route?
- She does the driving.
- And that is why
you're perfectly on time.
- Hmm.
Thanks, babe.
- Yes.
Yeah, babe.
- Thanks.
(Nick sighing)
- It's a little dark back here,
so you might wanna,
light up.
- Oh, uh! (Bert chuckling)
- You never know what's
flammable on these sites.
- Yeah, use your head.
(footsteps tapping)
(eerie music)
- They've been torn apart.
- I'm not trying to be a jerk here,
but I didn't need to
call you to know that.
I mean, they were actually torn apart.
(somber music)
This hasn't been done with a blade,
(instrument beeping)
this was done with claws, teeth.
What is this, some kind of nest?
- No, this is opportunity.
Nest implies a home,
a place where you save things.
(instrument beeping)
- [Bert] There's nothing here to save.
(instrument beeping)
- I'm not getting any EMF.
Usually there's at least
a trace left behind.
- So much for a hellhound.
(somber music)
Oh!
Good.
- Did you guys check the street cams yet?
- No, we're waiting on some guy
somewhere to sign something.
- Bureaucracy.
Give me a second.
- Find me something good.
- Yeah, yeah.
- And I'll give you a whole minute.
- Whatevs! (Nick chuckling)
- So hellhound is that?
Is that really a thing? (Nick sighing)
- Not as much these days.
Hell is working to improve its image.
A kinder, gentler, eternal damnation.
- Well, my money is on wolfman.
That's a thing I usually go
to, me and the guys.
We have a bet back at the station,
and I always bet on wolfman
'cause classic stuff but-
- [Nick] So you and Daisy doing okay?
- Yep.
- Yeah, yeah, we're doing great.
Why?
Did she say something to you, buddy?
(chuckling) Relax, okay?
- Yeah, but I mean, uh, I don't wanna-
- Screw it up.
Yeah.
- I get it.
But everything's fine, all right.
- Forget I asked.
Come on.
(gentle music)
How about you and Daisy?
- What do you mean?
- Nick, every relationship
needs maintenance,
not just romantic ones.
- Then it's time for our 3,000
mile relationship tuneup.
(Bert sighing)
Bert, (somber music)
please remember, I love you.
- Thanks.
- (sighing) But you ever hurt her,
and I gotta hurt you.
(intense music)
- (laughing) She already told me that.
(Daisy clearing throat)
- I hate to break up this love fest,
but you guys gotta see this.
It's just normal street traffic
for the first five or so minutes.
Cars passing, guy trips on the
sidewalk, and eats it.
- Make a note. (Daisy sighing)
We'll have to circle back to that.
(Bert chuckling)
- But...
- Now you're gonna show us the angle
where we see what it is.
- These cameras weren't
exactly set up by Roger Deakins,
but stay seated for
the post-credits scene.
- (mumbling) it's a wolfman.
(Bert chuckling)
- Could be.
- Could also be a skin-walker.
- Or a furry on bath salts.
Oh, or a hairy naked hobo.
- Or Bigfoot.
- Could be.
Yeah.
- I get it.
Conclusions, I jumped to them.
- If I had to wager a guess,
I'd say tall,
dark and pixelated is our guy.
- It could be.
Your guys can come in now for cleanup.
- Send us your photos of the remains,
we'll see if we can matchup the bite marks
to any known species of otherworlders.
- Okay.
Same consultancy fee as usual?
- For now.
- All right.
- Oh, goodie, it's the hearse chaser.
(Nick clearing throat)
- As I live and breathe the Demon Squad.
- You get a nickname in one news article.
- I think you mean Full Moon Inc.
- Demon Squad has better SEO.
- You hear that, Dais,
we're getting in branding advice
from a signature cocktail.
- Ha-ha!
- When I was in middle school,
there was a nail polish
called Chari Divine,
and you look like you're about my age.
- Then I should get less sun.
- Oh, oh, oh, okay.
Okay, okay, okay, everybody.
- That was just rude.
- Ms. Divine,
I can't have you on this crime scene
or any other crime scene for that matter.
- That's all right, Detective.
My access comes from elsewhere.
(Chari inhaling deeply)
(Chari exhaling loudly)
There is great unrest here.
Frustration,
anger.
- No, that's just me.
(Nick chuckling)
- Ms. Divine, I'm gonna have to ask you
to vacate the premises,
at least on this plane of existence.
- I have a right to know what's happening.
We all do.
- Daisy,
hold her leash.
(intense music)
- What the hell!
- Leave this to the grownups.
- You can't bury the truth.
Not forever.
(footsteps tapping)
- (chuckling) What a loon.
- She means well, I mean, complete fraud,
but her heart's in the right place.
- Let's do a wellness check on Adrienne.
- You don't think.
- I gotta start somewhere.
(somber music)
- So tonight?
- Let's go with pizza.
(Daisy kissing)
(footsteps tapping)
- Bye, baby!
- Get the hell outta here!
(Nick chuckling)
(dog barking)
(door knocking)
(upbeat music)
- Adrienne, open up.
(door creaking)
(suspenseful music)
(door slamming)
(suspenseful music)
- [Adrienne] I was wondering when you two
would start poking around here.
- Christ, Addie, we were outside knocking!
- I know.
(playful music)
It's really not like you to
check on me socially, Nick.
- Come on, Addie,
it's not like you've never
helped us with a case.
- True, but usually you call first.
(playful music)
I'm guessing it has
something to do with that.
(playful music)
- Yeah.
- So what makes you think I'm involved?
- We don't think you're involved.
- We just thought maybe you knew...
- Sometimes it is beyond me
how you two have managed
to save the world.
- Beginner's luck.
(playful music)
(Adrienne sighing)
(playful music)
(Adrienne sighing)
- Well, come along, children.
(Daisy sighing)
(footsteps tapping)
(door creaking)
(footsteps rustling)
This is where the magic happens,
the real magic where I
transform into a wolf.
- Adrienne, this is not necessary.
- It is though, it is.
- Strongest chain a civilian can buy
without ending up on a list.
- Where do you even get it?
- The adult store by the airport.
(toy squeaking)
The only way a wolf or anybody to be frank
could get outta one of these
is to gnaw their entire leg off.
Care to take inventory?
- All accounted for. (chain clanking)
- Care to scrub the footage,
Nick, I know where I was.
I think you do too.
(gentle music)
- Dais?
(instrument beeping) (somber music)
You know this is part of the
job, nothing personal.
- Maybe for you.
You've got a crime scene, I get it,
claw marks, bite marks,
but the temerity to come
over here looking not for help,
but for an alibi.
- Addie, I don't say this often,
but I'm sorry.
- He says it never,
you've got him on the ropes.
- Was I at the top of your list?
- Only because we thought
you'd be the most willing
to have a conversation.
- Well, you were right
about one thing today.
Come on, I'll see you out.
- [Nick] Daisy?
- Behold, the life of a
domesticated suburban werewolf.
(somber music)
- We're good here.
(somber music)
- Listen, next time you need
expert advice, come over.
Call first, but come over.
(somber music)
Solve this one quick,
for both our communities.
(somber music)
I was just kidding around back there.
- You say it more often than you realize.
- What?
- Sorry.
And you don't always need to,
not everything is your fault.
- It may not be my fault,
but it is my responsibility.
(car door opening)
(car door slamming)
We should circle back to Hank.
- I should circle home.
- We're on the clock.
- What we're on is day two
of wearing these clothes.
- Bert's waiting, isn't he?
- I promised the man dinner.
- (sighing) A little
late, don't you think?
- Probably.
- Fine, drop me off at my place,
and call me when you're ready.
I'm probably gonna need you.
- You always need me. (sighing)
(car door slamming)
(somber music)
(keys jingling) (footsteps tapping)
(somber music)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps tapping)
- Nick Moon?
(suspenseful music)
You're coming with me, Mr. Moon.
(somber music)
- I didn't hear a, please.
(gun rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(taser gun crackling)
Son of a bitch!
(body thudding)
- Shit!
Sorry.
- You got here fast.
You used the siren, didn't you?
- I used the sirens,
only for you,
and for work.
- You flatter me, sir.
Hmm.
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh!
Oh, sheez!
I forgot how on edge you get
when you're working a case.
- I'm not on edge, I'm worried.
- Isn't that the same thing?
- About Nick.
- Yeah, me too.
But at this point it's just like
second nature to breathing.
- I mean it, Bert, this time is different.
- (sighing) What's the problem now?
What is Nick,
like some kind of wolfman or something?
- Okay, (sighing) so new development.
Moon has to stop using his magic,
or he could die.
- What?
Oh, I'm sorry.
That's a thing? (Daisy sighing)
Why am I hearing about this just now?
- We just found out.
- After the crime scene?
- Before.
- And you are just telling me this now?
- What was I supposed to do?
Walk up to the crime scene
like, "Hey babe",
uh, Moon's magic is gonna kill him.
"Which way to the corpses?"
- And I was all like,
use your magic to light up the place.
Oh my God, I feel like such an idiot.
Why didn't he say something?
He loves saying something.
- I highly doubt Moon
would've spilled his guts
to you about this.
(gentle music)
- I mean, we've had our moments.
(somber music)
- The man's lost so much.
He thinks magic's who he is,
it's what defines him.
(gentle music)
I just don't want him to give up.
- Did you tell him this?
- God, no!
- Why not?
(somber music)
I mean, he probably won't wanna hear it,
and he'll probably fire you.
- Again.
- What are you up to now, six?
- Seven.
(chuckling) The surprise party.
- Oh! (chuckling)
(Daisy chuckling) Eh!
Well, even I knew that was a bad idea.
- You only get so many birthdays,
especially in his line of work.
- Our line of work.
(gentle music)
And you should talk to him,
look for an opening. (phone beeping)
You'll find one. (phone beeping)
What the hell!
- What?
- Just typical Nick text.
(gentle music)
- Track me,
bring care?
(swooshing music) (keypad clacking)
(footsteps tapping)
(door opening) (bell chiming)
(spoon clinking)
(footsteps tapping)
- Ah, Mr. Moon, please have a seat.
- Finally, someone with manners.
- You'll have to excuse Dodgson,
he can be a tad overzealous.
(spoon clinking)
- What it's all about?
Not every day I make it onto
the deputy mayor's agenda.
(Nick chuckling)
It's about the parking tickets, isn't it?
Because I was gonna pay those.
- There's that drollness
I've heard so much about.
- Hmm.
I'll try not to disappoint.
(upbeat music)
- [Collette] Anything
I can get for you, hun?
- Would it be foolish to get my hopes up
for just the nibble of your peach pie?
(Collette chuckling)
- It's like a little slice of
heaven, isn't it?
- And you, Collette, must be an angel.
(Collette chuckling)
- You should come in more often, Mister...
- Moon,
Nick Moon.
(Joseph clearing throat)
- I'll have a slice right out, Mr. Moon.
- Nick.
(Collette chuckling)
- On my tab, please.
- In that case, make it a whole pie.
(chuckling)
I'm not a cheap date. (chuckling)
(upbeat music)
And make it to go, Collette.
- You bet, hun.
- So, (sighing)
is this the part where you tell
me to drop the investigation,
close the case,
forget it, Nick,
this is Demon Town.
- Quite the contrary.
I need you, Mister Moon.
- Is that so?
Because I seem to recall
you closing the book
on the supernatural at
this morning's presser.
- That is Mayor Tipton's position.
And for now, I must toe the company line.
No one ever accused the
mayor of having vision.
I on the other hand understand
that there is more to this world.
- Uh-huh.
What?
Did Ms. Divine turn you down?
- You and I both know that Ms. Divine,
cute as she may be is a charlatan.
- Hmm.
Glad we agree on one thing.
(Nick clearing throat)
Two things.
- I will get to the point.
Mr. Moon, I want you on my team.
With the city's revitalization project,
we're not just laying the groundwork
for normal people like me and you,
but also for those whatever they are.
- Otherworlders.
- Otherworlders, I like that.
- Huh.
- It is my passion to ensure
a brighter future for Mobile
and everything that calls it home.
- But primarily you.
- A win of this scale
would guarantee a long
and successful political career.
Of course,
it would also be quite beneficial
to those who helped me along the way.
- Naturally.
- You are already investigating, Mr. Moon.
I'd simply like to bring
you on as a consultant
to keep any future incidents quiet.
- You're expecting more?
- I like to be prepared
for every possibility.
It would be your duty
to keep things quiet,
to ensure that the media
and our political opponents
do not catch wind of
anything out of the ordinary.
- I'm not your janitor, Ingram.
- Think big picture, Mr. Moon.
Down the road this could lead to
ambassador of the other worlds.
We can workshop the title,
but the point is, we need
someone to help bridge this gap.
- Mm-hmm.
Well, best of luck to
that, whomever that is,
but it ain't me.
- Well, then, Mr. Moon,
I thank you for your time.
- Next time make an appointment.
Yeah.
(upbeat music)
(car humming)
(car door slamming)
- Ooh, blackberry?
Peach.
- Eh!
(Nick chuckling)
Dinner date?
- My mama always said,
never just a man with a pinky ring.
- Hank's?
- Take the long way,
just in case he tries to tail us.
Also, pie. (chuckling)
- Mm-hmm.
(Nick sighing) (car engine starting)
It's some offer.
It would be nice to have
a person on the inside
looking over the little ghoul.
- It wouldn't work that way, Dais,
not with these people.
They pulled "The Diary of
Anne Frank" from schools,
you think they'll allow
a six-horned imp a voice?
- Girl could dream.
If I'd known we'd be
taking the scenic route,
I would've worn more comfortable shoes.
- I keep telling you, Dais,
invest in a pair of good insoles.
- You got an insole guy?
- Of course.
(glass shattering) (monster grunting)
- My pet?
- Uh, ex of yours?
(somber music)
- What happens in Biloxi
supposed to stay in Biloxi.
- You murdered my pet.
- Whoa, I draw the line at animal cruelty.
I mean, I haven't kicked a
puppy in what five, six weeks.
- Not even a cat, only children.
(monster grunting)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Let's rewind.
Do I know you?
- I am Corconyx the Cruel,
bringer of your destruction.
(intense music)
- Great.
Well, I'm Nick.
- Daisy.
- I have scoured this cursed
land offering Teeka-Teeka
to the great Bagoom
I even made flyers you dicks.
- We can tell you're upset, Corky.
So we're gonna take that
as slang for private eyes.
- First time I'm seeing this,
- This, I thought this was a joke.
Who keeps a ghoul as a pet?
- There is not a single stop sign
between your brain and your
mouth, is there?
(monster grunting)
(sparks crackling)
(traffic buzzing)
I was going on like zero
sleep, okay, I'll fix it.
(monster whapping)
(Nick sighing)
(traffic buzzing)
(Nick sighing)
- Time out. (sighing)
(monster grunting) (Nick coughing)
- Speak with urgency.
- Look, listen,
(Nick clearing throat)
we can't bring your ghoul back.
(monster grunting) No one can.
It was on a feeding frenzy
and had to be put down.
(monster grunting) I'm
truly sorry about that,
(monster grunting)
but maybe we can help you find
whoever's responsible for its kidnapping.
(monster grunting)
- You would help me.
- Of course.
Considering all you've been through,
I'll throw in a 10% discount.
- Not even a yield sign.
(monster whapping) (Nick groaning)
- Oh!
Okay, okay, listen.
(Nick sighing)
I see your side of things.
I empathize, all right, 20%.
I mean, that's more than fair,
that's practically a family discount.
(monster grunting)
(Nick punching)
(monster grunting)
(monster thudding) (vehicle screeching)
(pedestrians screaming)
(ambulance siren wailing)
Whoa!
(footsteps rustling)
- Holy! (Nick sighing)
- Come on, let's get you
to Hank's before you die,
or they wanna exchange insurance.
(footsteps tapping)
(door knocking) (Nick sighing)
(door opening)
- What is this Groundhog Day?
(Nick sighing)
(footsteps tapping)
- I know this is gonna sound ridiculous,
but is there anyway for
him to practice safe magic?
- Sorry kid,
this ain't like him shrink-wrapping
his doohickey on a Friday night.
(instrument beeping)
Look, I get that you're in a tight spot,
but that's the problem,
there's always gonna be a tight spot.
- Just like a Friday night.
(Nick chuckling)
Ow!
(Nick coughing) (object thudding)
(Nick sighing)
- Can I continue?
- (sighing) Yeah.
- Look, you're getting close
to the point of no return.
I know that death is the
ultimate authority figure,
but you can't thumb your nose at this.
You're gonna have to start relying
on your tools and your talent.
- Won't happen again, all right?
(Nick sighing)
Now can we get back to
why we're actually here?
- Aside from keeping your heart pumping
(Nick sighing) and your lungs breathing.
So what did this to you in anyway?
- Corky, something or another.
Yeah.
- Big guy.
Wonderful diction, yeah.
- Pissed that we killed his pet ghoul.
- [Nick] Yeah.
- I'm sorry, pet ghoul?
- That's what I said.
Big lug claimed it had been kidnapped.
I don't know.
Why would anyone kidnap a ghoul?
- Beats me.
All they do is eat,
eat, and eat some more.
Hmm.
- They're great muscle,
but not good for much else.
His pet?
- Aside from a confirmed dead ghoul,
suspects, who or what have we got?
- Nothing much, Adrienne's an outlier,
and most bite and turned
werewolves avoid the city.
(sighing) You talked to any pure bloods?
- There's not one registered
in the tri-state area.
- I have heard whispers of a
skin-walker who's new in town.
- (sighing) Find him.
Any luck with our mystery sphere?
- Nothing much left to go on.
Probably designed that way, of course.
- Maybe this will help
you piece it together.
(sphere rolling)
- [Hank] Ah, another one.
- From the scene of last night's attack.
- I guess we got our marching orders.
- I'll set up here. (sphere thumping)
- I'll put the coffee on.
- (sighing) Great.
I'm gonna go rest my eyes.
(Nick sighing)
(crickets chirping)
- Doesn't much, look like you're
tracking down the skin-walker.
(paper rustling)
(footsteps tapping)
(gentle music)
- Oh, that was quick.
- All I need is five
minutes and stable WiFi.
(Hank sighing)
- Back in my day,
this would've been hours of legwork.
Hell, days even.
- The world is changing,
I'm just trying to keep up.
- Hit the hay, why don't you?
This thing will be there
for you in the morning.
It is morning.
- You know what I mean.
- If this thing goes
haywire in the field again,
that could be it.
No more chances.
- (sighing) You know how many iterations
of the original battle
glove I went through so
it wouldn't fall off his arm
every time he fired a shot?
- [Daisy] How many?
(lip smacking)
- I lost count.
There were three trips to the ER.
Point is Nick survived me.
Hell, he'll probably survive us all.
(upbeat music)
- Well, here's the problem.
How did I miss that?
(bolt schwinging)
- 'cause you're exhausted.
- Thank you, Hank.
- I didn't do a thing.
All you needed to do was step back
and see the trees for the forest.
- I mean it.
Thank you.
Well, thank me by getting some shut-eye.
- What will you do?
- Five's usually my getting up
time, so I figure I'll
stay up and play with my balls some.
- (sighing) Good night, Hank.
- Goodnight, kid.
(gentle music)
(bolt shooting)
(chuckling) Holy shit!
(Hank sighing)
(Hank chuckling)
- Joining us this morning is Tina Bartleby
with psychic medium, Chari Divine,
and the family of Robert Brent.
- [Announcer] (mumbling)
(mumbling)
(Nick sighing)
(mumbling)
(couch rustling) (mumbling)
(mumbling) (mumbling)
- Maybe it is Groundhog Day.
- [Announcer] Now back to the program.
- Miss Divine has been a great help to us.
She's given us peace and closure.
- Yes.
And she's dedicating
herself to uncovering the truth
about what really happened to our son.
- Tina, the fact of the matter is this.
Traditional means have failed this family
and the families of the
ever-growing list of victims.
- Ever-growing, there have only been
three reported deaths, Ms. Divine.
- Three reported deaths, Tina.
- Are you insinuating that
there are more victims
that we are unaware of?
- When was the last time
you saw a panhandler?
A few months back they
were at every intersection,
have you seen one lately, just one.
- Well, the mayor's regeneration
for the next generation
program was created
to revitalize downtown
Mobile's infrastructure,
take transients off the streets,
give them shelter and help them find work.
- Okay, let's say you're right.
A politician finally
accomplished something.
Hooray!
We still have three unexplained deaths.
That's three too many, Tina.
- That's something we can both agree on.
Now without offering up more
baseless conjecture or slander,
what has your investigation uncovered?
- Unfortunately, I can't tell you much,
but what I can tell you
is there is a killer loose in our city,
and it is not human.
- That was our very own
Tina Bartleby's interview this morning
with psychic medium, Chari Divine,
and the family of murdered
security agent, Robert Brent.
Witnesses in the area seemed to confirm
Ms. Divine's assertions.
- It kinda looked like an animal,
but it was the size of a person.
I don't know what I saw,
but I saw something.
- People saying it's a cougar or a bear.
Man, that was a wolf.
I saw it out my own window.
This isn't even Cougar country.
- Seen it run, that ain't no man,
it was on all fours.
I hope they offer a reward or something
'cause I got me two new AR-15s,
I am just dying to try out
because the government ain't doing (beep)
- Oh, shit!
(footsteps tapping)
- [Announcer] You're
watching WOWL (mumbling)
- Moon, you up?
(door slamming)
- [Announcer] David
(mumbling) and Tina Bartleby.
(upbeat music)
Stay tuned for the Gulf
Coast's most accurate weather
with Kurt Casey,
and the WOWL (indistinct)
- Looks like you're on your
own, O'Reilley.
(announcer mumbling)
- [Announcer] Cold fronts moving in
from the west to the east,
(mumbling) some thunderstorms by tomorrow.
- With all that said,
let's take a look at your palm, shall we?
(curtain rustling)
- What the hell do you think you're doing?
- Working!
- Oh, you're working all right.
Sorry pal. (customer sighing)
You are working this city into a frenzy.
You wanna shake down some rubes,
I can live with that.
Again, sorry, but you go on
television and get these people
all hyped up (Chari mumbling)
about a killer boogeyman.
- I'm helping people.
I give them answers when no one else will,
I give them peace.
What do you give them besides a bill
and a need for a penicillin shot?
- Oh, yep.
She helping you?
You feel at peace?
We actually haven't gotten that far-
- Where is this guy's peace?
Where are his answers?
- Fine.
(footsteps rustling)
You're coming into money soon.
Look at that,
new opportunities on the horizon.
Also your wife knows you're cheating.
(object rattling)
(Nick sighing)
- Well, I'm not sure
you gave him much peace,
- But his wife's about to get plenty.
(Nick chuckling)
(Nick sighing)
(Nick clearing throat)
- Alright, how did you know?
- I swiped left on him last week.
Just because I don't come
about all the hoodoo honestly
doesn't mean I don't have abilities.
Listening, observing,
those are powerful tools.
- There's a name for that.
- [Chari] Hmm.
- Detective.
- Very true, (chair creaking)
but there's no spark to that.
- Hey, I appreciate style, obviously.
But there's style,
and there's lying.
- I never lie.
Get that straight.
I don't lie,
I sparkle.
(Nick chuckling)
- Woo!
All that self-righteousness
really took it outta you, huh?
(Nick sighing) Come sit down.
- I'm fine.
- Then stop me.
(footsteps tapping)
(Nick sighing)
(footsteps rustling)
(chair creaking)
Your hands, please, Mr. Moon.
- Since I can't stop you.
- Damn dude, your money
line is almost non-existent,
your love line reads like
a Shakespearean tragedy,
and then your lifeline,
it's not even a line,
it's more like a connect the dots.
- You don't need to be a psychic
to know I'm a total mess.
- My point exactly.
- No, my point exactly.
If you're doing all this
for shits and giggles,
you aren't helping people,
you're putting them in more risk.
- This is New Orleans all over again.
- They run you out of Nawlins?
- Not run out per se.
This city is lousy with psychics,
wannabe Van Helsing,
sorcerers, occultists.
It's too much competition.
- Mm-hmm.
- Even the tourists are smart marks.
- Yeah, I get you there, yeah.
- They run you out on a rail?
- No, but I did move to
Mobile looking for a paycheck,
an honest one.
In New Orleans there were 10
demonologist for every haunt.
Here, well, somebody's gotta mediate
between the otherworlders and the normies.
- You don't look like you're
in any shape to do magic.
- Me?
I'm on top of my game.
(finger snapping)
Hmm.
I'm as good as ever.
(finger snapping)
I'm gonna snap my fingers,
and nothing will happen.
(finger snapping)
- Honey, you couldn't
light a Yankee Candle.
Maybe I can help.
I have elixirs-(Nick chuckling)
- Bandaids, all of them.
But don't worry about me.
Don't you worry about Nick Moon.
- Who's worried?
- Since you probably
charge me by the hour.
- By the minute actually.
- Well, let's get back to why I'm here.
I've been barking up the lycanthrope tree.
And now I'm starting to think
maybe this will go a lot
faster, if we compare notes.
- Partners, huh?
- An alliance.
We find your client some concrete answers.
For 40% of your fee naturally. (chuckling)
- I'm sorry, I came here on
the back of a motorcycle,
not a turnip truck, 20%.
- How about you be
reasonable, make it 35%?
- 30.
(footsteps rustling)
- Deal.
(chair thumping)
- Huh!
- Don't worry, that's Daisy's thing.
- Deal. (Nick chuckling)
- And you have to.
Have to.
Stop talking to the press.
- It's not my fault they love me.
- (sighing) Chari.
- Fine, but if we're gonna compare notes,
I need to get out of all this.
(door opening) (footsteps tapping)
- Bring your work home often?
- I have a soft spot for strays.
(footsteps tapping)
(Nick sighing) (footsteps tapping)
(Nick sighing)
So you're really leaning
toward a werewolf, huh?
(Nick clearing throat)
- I was.
Weren't you?
- [Chari] Honestly,
I thought it was a coyote.
I just said it wasn't human,
I didn't say it was paranatural.
- Paranormal.
(upbeat music)
- You have your terms, I have mine.
The name's Charlene DelVecchio,
friends always called me Chari.
- Why the getup?
- I could ask you the same thing.
- Huh, right. (sighing)
Lemme rephrase.
(upbeat music)
Why the act?
- Reality television.
People want an immersive
experience, a character, a show.
- Well, it's nice to finally meet
you, Charlene.
- Chari, please.
- So we're friends?
- I think we're about
to get real friendly.
- I don't know what you've heard,
but now that we're working together,
(upbeat music)
I'm not going to fish
off the company pier.
- Excuse me?
- There's a saying.
- I know the saying.
You think because you called a
truce, we're gonna...
I said partners, not partners.
- I'm getting mixed signals.
- Well, pack up your pole and tackle
because I'm not that easy.
- Yes, ma'am.
(door knocking)
(birds chirping)
(footstep tapping)
- Oh!
(speaker mumbling) (glass shattering)
I'm on my way, I'm coming.
It's a little busy.
(footsteps tapping)
(hand striking) Oh!
(body thudding) Oh!
Oh, hi! (chuckling)
You're not gonna believe this, but-
Oh, I'm sure of that.
- I was...
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Ow, ow, ow, let go.
Please let go.
Ow, ow, ow, ow!
Oh!
But anyway, I was walking around back,
so I could come out and meet you.
Points for effort.
- Oh, thank you.
- But I don't have time for your bullshit.
- I'm sorry.
- I've seen all kinds,
but you are the new in town skin-walker.
- Oh! (chuckling)
Well, I didn't wanna make a big fuss,
but guilty. (chuckling)
Of that I mean, nothing else.
- Then why did you run?
- I didn't run, I was walking around back,
so I could come around and...
Shh, shh, shh, shh!
Why did you run?
- Because I know who you are.
People talk and that includes people
who technically aren't people.
You defeated a Frankendemon.
I mean, I pick my battles, lady,
and this isn't one of them,
ma'am. (Velcro ripping)
Well, I will say I
wasn't expecting a chick.
What is Nick Moon short for?
Like Nicki or Nicole or something.
What are you doing?
What are you doing with the (mumbling)
Huh!
(intense music)
- Yeah, you are not a
skin-walker, are you?
- Yeah, huh.
And you wouldn't want me to turn on you!
- Oh, yes, please.
I would very much.
Let's do that.
- All right.
Okay, you want the skin-walker?
Well, now you've got her.
(intense music)
(bones crunching)
(speaker groaning)
- Oh, Moon's gonna love this.
- Wait, what?
- [Announcer] Next On "ParaLore",
we investigate legends
of New England witches (swooshing music)
and the curses they left behind.
(thunder crashing)
The possibility of killer
mutants in the Midwest
(paper rustling)
(announcer mumbling)
- You've really done your homework.
- It is my job to observe,
and none of this passed the smell test.
(pages rustling)
- The missing persons,
unexplained deaths, goes back weeks.
- Months.
- But the MOs don't line up.
Swamp goblin,
vampire attack, obviously.
- Obviously.
Puckwudgie.
- Gesundheidt.
- Then the last three
weeks the attacks shifted
primarily to maulings-(TV announcer)
(TV announcer)
- I'm missing something.
- (TV announcer)
- You're almost kind
of cute when you work.
- (sighing) Lucky for
you, (announcer mumbling)
I'm always on the clock. (chuckling)
(Nick sighing) (announcer mumbling)
- What if it is this skin-walker?
They can change shape,
take on different forms, yeah?
(phone ringing)
(announcer mumbling)
- Tell me you have something good.
- Our skin-walker transformed all right...
into an idiot.
- (sighing) So much for that theory.
- Where are you?
- Comparing notes with Chari Divine.
- [Announcer] (mumbling)
folklore and popular entertainment
for centuries.
- Daisy?
- [Announcer] But what of the dogman?
- You there?
- Comparing notes, huh?
- She's got a nice set of tomes here.
Nick?
- I need to regroup.
Not here though.
- [Daisy] That thought
never crossed my mind.
Nick?
- Hank's.
- He's gonna start charging rent.
Nick?
- (announcer mumbling) like animal
with a torso of a man and a fearsome-
- What do you know about a dogman?
- The creature has now been spotted
in other parts of the country.
- [Announcer] Dogman differ
from lycanthropes... (mumbling)
(remote beeping)
(somber music)
(sparks crackling)
(instrument beeping)
(Hank chuckling)
- I gotta run.
(footsteps tapping)
I'll call you later. (sighing)
(footsteps tapping)
- I never had a man try
to get outta here so fast.
- What are we charging these
clients of yours anyways?
The families of the victims.
- Nothing.
(upbeat music)
- What?
- It's pro bono.
(footsteps tapping)
- You didn't tell me that.
- I agreed to give you a percentage.
You never asked for a percentage of what.
(gentle music)
- There is that sparkle.
- Let me come with you.
- Honey, I'm bad for your health.
(chuckling)
(upbeat music)
(booklet thudding)
(brooding music)
(pen clicking)
(phone dialing)
- [Voicemail] Your call
has been forwarded to an...
(call disconnecting)
(car door slamming)
(seat belt rattling)
(vehicle honking)
(seat belt clicking)
- This car needs fixing.
(intense music)
Jesus!
- Holy shit!
- Moon, I will feast on your soul.
- What about Daisy?
- Who is Daisy?
- Me!
I'm Daisy. (horn honking)
- Well, aren't you as
precious as the blossom?
Will you seek vengeance upon me
after I vanquish your Moon?
(vehicle honking)
- Well,
I mean, first off,
he's not my Moon.
- Wonderful!
Daisy?
- Language is important.
(monster mumbling) (monster slamming hood)
- Sorry.
Threatening banter.
- My turn.
(car screeching) (monster grunting)
(car screeching) (monster sighing)
(monster crunching bones)
- Assholes!
(electricity zapping)
(footsteps tapping)
(Hank laughing)
(objects rattling)
- Hank!
- You gotta see this!
What's this look like to you?
- Like somebody bolted an
egg timer to a hamster ball.
- Now it took some rebuilding,
but go ahead, pop her open.
- It opens?
- Yeah, turn the knob on the side.
Go ahead, open her up.
(sphere clanging)
(Daisy sighing)
- I'll be damned.
Devil's toy box.
- I don't follow.
- A devil's toy box.
It's a mirror lined cubed
that lets the user conjure
or trap an entity, a creature.
- Or just about anything.
Now this is a very rudimentary design,
nothing like we had back at the MPS,
real down and dirty eso-techie work here,
which means we're not dealing
with a well-funded operation.
- We have common ground at least.
- Now since these were found at the site
of otherworlder attacks,
I'm thinking that they are,
for lack of a better
term, dimensional traps.
- Non-eso-techie here,
gimme layman's terms.
- Basically when activated,
the sphere creates its
own interdimensional pocket
that you can stuff just
about anything inside.
- Like a supernatural clown car.
- Now you're getting it.
- So someone's leaving
these things around the city
and using them to release monsters.
- Monster bombs.
- Boo bombs.
Instead of going boom, they go boo.
- So we're not dealing with
random otherworlder attacks.
This is coordinated
supernatural terrorism.
- How much do one of these things hold?
- Depends on how high
maintenance the cargo is.
Need to move a two bedroom house
or haul a hellhound across town,
this baby is got you covered.
(sphere beeping)
Uh!
Yeah, you don't want...
(intense music)
- It's so cute.
(dog grunting)
- Like I said, enough to haul a hellhound.
(dog whimpering) (footsteps tapping)
(objects rattling)
- So I'll call animal control,
and we'll get a fresh
start in the morning.
(object crashing) (animal grunting)
(thunder rumbling)
- Geez! (mumbling)
(thunder rumbling)
I am gonna regret that.
Dogman. (sighing)
(thunder crashing)
(drawer creaking)
- [Announcer] Not as well-known
as its lycanthrope cousin, the werewolf.
Tales of the dogman in North America
date back hundreds of years.
- A dogman creature was
allegedly witnessed in 1887
in Wexford County,
Michigan (thunder rumbling)
described as an amber-eyed bipedal
canine like animal with a torso of a man
and a fearsome howl.
The creature has now been spotted
in other parts of the country.
- [Announcer] Dogman (mumbling)
- Dogman!
- [Announcer] They don't
transform man to beast,
it's pure animal, which to me
makes him even more terrifying.
One unusual variation
of the dogman legend is
that of the wolf woman of Mobile.
- Oh, hell!
(book thudding)
(thunder rumbling) (announcer mumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
(suspenseful music)
(footstep squishing)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
(creature grunting)
(creature squealing)
(intense music)
Help! (creature grunting)
(phone ringing)
- Hello!
- Up and at 'em.
I got a hot tip on a construction site.
- From who?
- From whom?
Just trust me,
I'll explain when you get there.
(phone beeping)
(disconnecting call)
(Nick sighing)
- From whom?
Oh gosh!
(door latch clicking)
- Take two.
(Nick chuckling)
- Would you look at that?
But no time for a bench test.
- Since when do we ever test anything?
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
(footsteps tapping)
- Well, I didn't know this
was gonna be a threesome.
(Nick sighing)
- Be nice.
- It's nice to see you again, Chari.
- Miss Divine.
- Where are the cops?
You said this was a crime scene.
- I said I had a tip.
- From whom?
Moi.
- [Daisy] Here we go.
- No!
Look, I put in the work here.
- Tic-tac-toe is usually
a two-player game.
- These are the creature sightings,
the monster attacks.
- Check the addresses.
(Daisy sighing)
- 615 Royal,
sold luxury condos;
217 Fulton,
sold luxury condos,
and 405 Dolphin,
sold luxury condos.
- All sold post-attack
and the buyer got a hefty price cut.
- Who's the buyer?
(Chari sighing)
- Regeneration for the
Next Generation, LLC.
(Chari sighing)
Ingram.
- If I'm right, and I'm right,
this heap should have been
next on their hit list.
- Dais, gear up.
(traffic buzzing)
- How is it?
Itchy?
(instrument clicking)
- What you got for me?
- Bucket seat and a blast of AC.
- No, sir, I'm not waiting in the car,
I wanna see this through.
- This is life or death, Chari.
- This is my chance to
shine, not just sparkle.
For once I can make a real difference.
- Chari, we don't know
what we're walking into.
I can't promise I can protect you.
(Chari chuckling)
- I'm so sorry.
That's just about the sweetest thing ever.
(knife schwinging) But you're forgetting
who's the bad bitch from Jersey!
Now quit dicking around, let's
go find ourselves a monster.
- Is she really from Jersey?
- I have no idea.
- Oh, smells like a
slaughterhouse in here.
- Anybody else hungry for barbecue?
(suspenseful music)
- [Daisy] Nick?
- It can't be.
Why would he?
- This looks old.
Matches the owner.
- Why would Hank come here?
- Well, maybe he had a hunch.
This Hank, he psychic too?
(Daisy sighing)
(suspenseful music)
Catchy tune.
- We need to stick together.
- Then shake a leg.
(door creaking)
(phone ringing)
(Nick panting)
(Nick whimpering)
(somber music)
(Nick punching)
(Nick sighing)
(Nick mumbling)
(somber music)
- Go.
(Nick whimpering)
- What the hell is that?
(somber music)
(creature squealing)
(monster grunting)
- Huh! (sighing)
(monster grunting)
Run, go, go!
(intense music)
Go there, go.
(monster grunting)
(Nick sighing)
(intense music) (monster grunting)
(kettle clinking)
(somber music)
- He was your teacher?
- For a little while, yeah.
(somber music)
Look, I can't have you mixed up in this,
not anymore.
- I'm already mixed up in it, Nick.
- You don't understand.
This is what happens, I lose people,
good people.
- Well, I'm just okay people,
so nothing to worry about.
(somber music)
- Go home, get some rest.
- Begin a therapy session.
(Nick chuckling)
This is quite the line of work, Nick Moon.
- Yeah.
(gentle music)
(Chari kissing)
(gentle music)
- The monster's not the problem, Nick,
we are.
(somber music)
(brooding music)
- It's not a dogman,
it's a mother protecting its kid,
(dog barking)
its territory. (chair creaking)
Adrienne was right, it's about community.
This dogwoman must have been displaced
by one of those boo bombs,
(sighing) but she adapted,
(tea glugging)
she made a home for her and her pup
in downtown's abandoned buildings,
surviving well I might
add, (kettle clinking)
on a diet of homeless, runaways,
the occasional security guard.
- And now the city's
gentrification program
is encroaching on their home.
- You got it.
(spoon clinking)
I think it's time to take
the fight to city hall.
(Nick slurping)
(Nick sighing)
- The initiative has hit a few snags,
but we are not stopping.
- [Tipton] Get to the point, Ingram,
this is supposed to be my meditation time.
- Well, sir, this time next year,
we will all be sitting pretty
in the middle of a newly
revitalized downtown Mobile.
- [Tipton] Wonderful news, just wonderful.
Keep working your magic,
and you'll go far, Joe.
- It's hardly magic, sir,
just good old-fashioned
blood, sweat and...
(phone disconnects) Hello?
(phone beeping)
Asshole!
(bottle thumping)
(object thumping)
(box lid rustling)
- You're a hard man to track down.
- You two. (bread thumping)
(bag thumping)
- Aren't you supposed
to be the man of the people
out in the streets shaking
babies, kissing hands?
- That is Tipton's job-
Hmm.
- I do the real work.
- Oh, like single-handedly
revitalizing the city.
- Are you afraid you're going to demo
your favorite record shop?
Are you a couple of bleeding hearts?
- There's been enough blood spilled,
maybe you just don't care.
- I agree,
the deaths have been unfortunate,
such is the price of progress.
- Let's say you get your fancy
project going full speed,
vagrancy and crime rates go down-
Mm-hmm.
- Real estate prices go up,
and the city's economy booms.
- Guaranteed reelection for Mayor Tipton,
and you become the poster
boy for your party.
As long as nobody looks too closely
at how the sausage is made, huh?
- We share a vision, Mr. Moon,
and my offer still stands.
I'm sure we could find
something for your friend,
filing or light paperwork.
How's your typing?
- Daisy,
give him my answer.
- It's time to shut it down,
the whole gentrification scheme.
- I will not,
and it is not gentrification,
it is regeneration for
the next generation.
- [Daisy] Yeah, we've seen the billboard.
- Shut it down.
Or the media is gonna hear
about yet another mysterious
death on city property
undergoing so-called regeneration.
- What are you talking about?
- I'd like you to meet my friend, Hank.
- God, you're sick,
the both of you.
- I can introduce you to the rest of
them, if you like.
- Get the hell out of here
right now before I call the cops.
- All right.
- You take your secretary with you.
- Nope, mm-hmm.
(footsteps rustling)
(Joseph sighing)
- I won't shut it down.
I can't, you know that.
There's too much on the line,
personally, politically, financially.
I'll tell you what I will do.
I'll hire you.
(Nick sighing)
- I already told you,
we didn't wanna be part of your team.
- No, I want you to find that nest
and exterminate whatever is in it.
And maybe you'll get a nice bonus
for staying the hell out
of my way from here on out.
- And if we walk, go to the press.
- You won't.
I can revoke whatever licenses you have
and shut you down.
And at the end of the day,
who are people going to believe:
An upstanding member of the community,
or two losers who spend
their life chasing shadows?
Don't be stupid.
Come on.
(footsteps rustling)
Don't feel bad, Mr. Moon,
we've all gotta make a living.
(Nick chuckling)
(Joseph sighing)
(toy squeaking) I really hate that man.
(toy squeaking)
- We're not killing it, Nick.
- Never said we were.
- You mind letting me in
on what you're concocting.
(Nick chuckling)
- Sage first, then incense.
Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- Best of luck on the coven.
- Should I make an appointment?
- Depends.
Is this call for business or pleasure?
A little of both.
- Hmm.
- Maybe if you play your cards right.
(footstep tapping)
- Ooh, not today, hun.
(upbeat music)
How are you?
- Fine.
Always fine.
- Bit of good news.
- Please.
- I called in a favor to a client.
What's this?
- It's a little blue pill,
but for magic.
(brooding music)
Keep this on you 24/7,
it'll channel the energy
you need to do what you do
and restore whatever is drained.
I don't know if it's a permanent solution,
and it's not gonna bring
you back to full power, but-
(finger snapping) (intense music)
- Toss the receipt, (swooshing music)
it's a keeper.
- Now I know you didn't come
all this way to flirt badly.
- It was part of it.
- What do you want, Moon-pie?
A favor.
- You're pressing your luck.
(Nick chuckling)
- I think you'll get a kick out of this.
- Hmm.
- Who came up with that tagline?
His wife (mumbling)
Is it too late to get a new one?
Is it too late to get a new
wife, at least.
I mean, you know what, fine, whatever.
I'll make it work too.
- Evening, future Mr. Mayor.
- Keep me posted.
- Ms. Divine.
- Chari, please.
- Well, Chari,
I hope that when the day comes,
I can count on your vote.
- I always vote my conscience.
- Such a wry wit. (chuckling)
- I think we have some
business to discuss.
- Do we?
- Trust me, you're gonna like this.
- I'll say it was a surprise
running into you tonight,
a pleasant one, don't get me wrong.
- I knew if I hung
around here long enough,
I'd eventually bump into you.
- So you were waiting for me?
- You called me "pretty", remember?
- I did, and I meant it.
- Hmm.
Ever since then, you've just
been running around in my head.
- Really?
- Just giving me ideas.
- What kind of ideas?
- Good ideas, bad ideas, political ideas.
- I don't follow.
- You know what would
really send your stock
through the roof?
- I'm all ears, Chari.
- A photo of you standing
on the dogwoman's carcass
like a real man, like an American hero.
Oh, such a turn on!
- Uh, it's actually dogman,
woman didn't test well.
- Fair enough, dogman.
Post that pic on every paper,
magazine, tabloid, news show,
then you go national.
Forget mayor,
we're talking governor, senate.
- Maybe White House.
- You're only limited by your
imagination, Mr. President.
- Wait, so Moon got it then.
It's dead.
- As dead as my Aunt Vita,
but that doesn't shut her up. (chuckling)
- I haven't told anybody this,
but I cannot wait to taxidermy that thing.
(Nick chuckling)
- He took the bait.
- Wouldn't you?
(brooding music)
(car door opening)
Where are you going?
To tie up a loose end.
(brooding music)
(car door slamming)
- Corky, you haven't
been more than 30 yards
from me since this began.
Come on out!
I can smell you.
Sandalwood.
- You have been trying my patience, Moon.
- I have that effect on people.
(finger snapping) (sphere beeping)
- What's that do?
(intense music)
- Lemme show you.
(sphere beeping)
(intense music)
Hold tight, asshole!
(sphere rattling)
(intense music)
- Ah, Mr. Moon.
I understand,
congratulations are in order,
and a hefty payday.
So where is it?
Where is the beast?
- Oh, um.
Around.
Around?
- Hmm.
- You said it was dead.
What the hell is this?
- The plan, sweetie.
- You picked up every stray
otherworlder you could find.
- Then you strategically deployed
the poor creatures to
game the realty market
for your revitalization project.
Prices get real cheap
when a place is haunted.
- Or infested.
- Mm-hmm.
- Real estate.
That's what this is all about?
- What can I say?
I'm a good steward of
the taxpayers' money.
You knew we'd be around
to clean up your messes
before they get outta hand.
Whether that meant capturing,
or putting down those strays.
- The dogwoman was the one that got away.
She popped up, got you your deal,
and then slipped under our radar.
- It's not my fault if
you two do sloppy work.
(somber music)
So what now?
You can't arrest me.
- The other day,
I asked Daisy who cleans up our messes.
- Hmm.
- It turns out, we do that too.
Those self-destruct.
- Self-destruct on detonation.
Eh, not completely.
I'd say it's a pretty good
restoration for a secretary.
- Shit!
(intense music)
(monster mumbling)
- Where is Moon?
- Where is my nemesis?
- Over here.
(monster grunting)
Butt you're wrong about
the nemesis thing.?
That is your ghoul napper right there.
(monster roars)
(intense music)
(door slamming)
(monster roars)
(Joseph sighing)
- So dogwoman?
- Dogwoman.
(door banging)
(door opening) (monster sighing)
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I'm sure we can come up with a solution
that is mutually beneficial.
(monster grunting)
You seem like a very reasonable thing.
I mean, look at you,
you're so well-spoken.
(monster grunting)
(monster groaning)
(footsteps rustling)
- This way.
- No, the nest is this way.
- I have a strong feeling
about this direction.
Force of habit,
but I do think it was this way.
(gun clocking and firing)
- You three have no idea
who you're messing with.
(gun clocking)
(gun firing)
(somber music)
- Moon, cover me!
All right, you win.
- You sound surprised.
I'll have you know,
I was voted most likely to
succeed in all of my classes.
- Maybe 'cause they realized then
that you're a soulless son of a bitch
who will do whatever it takes to win.
- Exactly.
Things could have gone so
differently for the two of you
and for Miss Divine as well.
Now there'll barely be a
footnote in tomorrow's obituaries.
- Ingram?
(intense music)
(Daisy sighing)
(Daisy sighing)
- We'll let him out later,
he could use the time out.
(Nick chuckling) (sphere thumping)
(intense music)
(brooding music)
- What?
- Hey mama!
We won't hurt you,
we're here to help.
(sphere beeping)
(monster grunting)
(intense music)
- A little help please?
- Oh.
(intense music)
(Nick sighing)
(intense music)
(monster grunting)
(intense music)
(Nick chuckling)
- Holy shit, that was intense.
(Nick sighing)
(Nick chuckling)
- Oh, good job, Dais!
(Nick sighing)
Oh!
- Oh!
(upbeat music)
Looks like you're back.
(gentle music)
- Thank you.
(gentle music)
(creature whimpering)
(Nick and Chari sighing)
- [Chari] It's kind of cute.
- None of this is their fault,
(creature whimpering)
(sighing) but we still can't let them
run freely in a populated area.
(Nick sighing)
Daisy, you wanna do the honors?
- Actually Chari would you?
(upbeat music)
- Okay. (sighing)
- So I just...
- Aim, and press.
(gentle music)
(creature whimpering)
(intense music)
(creature chewing) (Nick chuckling)
Oh shit, we left him in there!
- And nothing of value was lost.
(monster grunting)
(somber music)
- Good job, Dais.
(somber music)
Not bad, Ms. Divine.
Not bad at all.
(Chari kissing)
- Must have been a bad
card reading earlier.
- So a wild cryptozoological animal,
think we need shots?
- Always.
(upbeat music)
- You just keep a mini bar in your coat?
- For stakeouts, mostly.
(upbeat music)
To Hank.
To Hank.
- To Hank.
- Wherever he is.
(upbeat music)
(dog howling)
(intense music)
(upbeat music continues)