- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!
- You're from the Disciples of Dawn, right?
We don't hear much about you guys.
- It's to protect you.
- Lumi, gonna find ya!
Lumi!
- This was on a tree, like, 20 feet from my house.
And I heard this, like, freaky, like, whistling sound.
- I'll split off. You two go ahead.
Pray, warm shadow, let me in.
- Carrie?
Who are you?
- Warmth, friend.
Sleep easy.
To vast Gehenna, I give my skin,
pray, warm shadow, let me...in.
- Steady.
- Much blood has been spilled, and we mourn our dead.
We have all failed.
But Arthur Dean,
in exchange for keeping watch over the guardian's post,
you've long been given privileges
not offered to the rest of us.
So it is with your negligence that Carrie Ecker escaped
and five of our family were slaughtered.
Find and return her at once,
or face the consequences in her place.
- Warmth, Council.
all: Warmth to you.
- On my life.
- Arthur!
Next month, I start my guardianship training.
- Let's see your meanest look.
I am a vessel filled with light.
I am a weapon against the shadow.
My pain is a symptom of sacrifice.
My sacrifice is a symptom of love.
I am a vessel filled with light.
I am a weapon against the shadow.
My pain is a symptom of sacrifice.
My sacrifice...
is a symptom of love.
- Hey, are you all right?
- Hi, sir, how can I help you? - Just looking.
Go. Go. Go.
Something for your kids.
- Oh, poor girl.
You don't know what you got yourself into.
- Time to chow down if I'm gonna get you to Salem.
- Dad, can Carrie stay a few more days?
I'm not done with her yet.
- Fine.
I'm introducing her to Khalil's famous flapjacks, then.
- Mmm.
- This is how a man makes pancakes.
Fluffy. Buttery.
Like a cloud.
You know what this is?
- Off-brand maple syrup. - Hey.
Liquid gold. - Off-brand maple syrup.
- Liquid gold.
- Carrie's my daughter now. I don't want you.
- Mm. - And do the dishes.
- When's Nolan coming?
- Um, soon as Dad leaves.
You still promise to open up?
- You're a good friend for helping him.
- Maybe.
You ever feel like you can tell strangers
more than you can tell your closest friends?
- I've only met three strangers.
- True.
That's wild.
Last week, Nolan and I got stoned,
and, like an idiot,
I pulled his arm around me.
I put my head on his chest
and I told him how strong he felt holding me;
and I just, like--I wanted him to kiss me...so bad.
- Did he?
- He bounced.
Now whenever I try to touch him, he goes cold,
and, like--
I used to think he was gay 'cause, like, right?
But my dude watches literal truckloads of lesbian porn,
so...I just suck.
Sorry.
- Maybe just talk to him, Tasha.
- Charlie doesn't carry an insulin pump.
- It's not him, Melanie.
- She could go into shock. You know this.
- Of course I'm thinking about that.
- Okay then. Find my daughter.
- We've surveyed the neighbors. We have search teams
looking under every rock in a five-mile radius--
- Are they searching up your ass?
They've searched everywhere else.
Talk to Melanie's ex.
- Mrs. Frisk, please.
- Charlie's pissed about what my sister's doing at the mines.
- He's unstable.
- Rhonda Nguyen herself saw Charlie
sloshed at the Ashland right at the time Lumi went missing.
- All of his friends are miners!
And don't start with Rhonda.
Her one defining trait
is thinking she was abducted by aliens.
She's an idiot.
Find my daughter.
- Buddy, you want to tell me
about that whistling sound again?
- It--it was out in the woods.
It sounded like an underwater flute.
I don't know. It--it was pretty.
- His head's so lost in space
that Rhonda Nguyen should do an exposé
about it on her idiotic blog.
- Hey, Mel. Cool off. Outside.
- But what does that even mean?
You saw the symbol. It was weird.
- It means wake up! Wake up!
You should have had... Your eye on her!
- Mommy!
- Lumi?
- Mommy!
- Lumi?
Lumi?
- Join me, Mommy.
- We need to talk.
- Okay.
- Oh! Hi, Nolan.
Pancake? - Hey, Carrie.
Can--can you just give us some privacy, please?
Cops haven't found anything out of the ordinary
that might be a lead, but...I can think of something.
- She's literally staying to help us.
- Seems like a big coincidence that the day she showed up
was the day that my cousin went missing.
I think maybe we should tell someone.
- Tell the pigs, put her at risk.
She's scared. Let's hear her out.
- Tasha. Angel. Queen.
Carrie is just gonna keep talking in riddles
because Carrie is not well.
- Carrie is not "not well."
Carrie is just not...
well.
- What about last night?
- I mean...yeah.
Yeah.
- We should get moving.
- Can't wait to hear your plan, Carrie.
- There is something out in those woods
hunting for livestock.
It takes its victims back to its nest,
where it milks them for blood.
I believe if I can track it, I'll find Lumi.
- Nolan, what are you doing? - Looking for nutmeg.
- Why?
- To get high?
- That's a strategy that works for you?
Carrie, are you calling Lumi livestock?
I'm sorry. I'm lost.
There's a big, scary
vampire bear carving things into trees.
- I'm here to help you.
But I also took an oath of secrecy
and I owe it to my people to uphold that oath.
- Mm-hmm.
- But what I can tell you
is how to stop the beast.
One of you must act as its prey
and allow yourself to be lured into its nest.
- Okay, so we're calling it a beast now...
- Vampire bear.
Kay.
I will follow from behind...
and take care of the rest.
- Oh, thank you.
Hey!
- Carrie, walk us through your people's beliefs,
maybe what goes on at your colony,
because, to us, this sounds--
- Insane.
Not to be rude.
- I can't.
The Colony does bad things
to those who let their secrets out.
- Don't worry. I'm not selling anything.
My name's Arthur Dean.
I'm knocking around on behalf of the Disciples of Dawn.
- I thought you said you weren't selling anything.
- Oh, gosh, no, we're not recruiting.
Perhaps you remember me from the other day.
Lee's Hardware?
- Yeah, I remember you.
- Do you remember her too?
- No, sorry.
- Take your time.
- I've never seen her.
Sorry, sir, I can't help you.
- Tasha...
I'm not going to blame you for helping a girl out.
I admire your kindness.
But this particular girl is a cold-souled killer.
Every word that slithers out of her mouth
is born of pure psychosis.
And frankly,
if you're not careful,
she'll bleed your neck open in your sleep.
Are you sure she's not in your house?
- Sir, please leave.
- Not around the corner in your kitchen?
Or maybe up those stairs there in your bedroom?
- She took a bus out of town.
I don't know where.
I saw she was scared. I helped her out. That's all.
- And just ten words ago,
you said you'd never seen her.
- Good luck with your search.
- In case she pops up again.
- Wh--
- You're fine.
- See, I told you she was in danger.
- We'rein danger.
Didn't you hear him? We are.
- Carrie?
Carrie?
Carrie!
Are you out here?
Carrie.
Carrie?
The man's gone.
- You watched him leave? - Oh, my God.
- Jesus! Yes. You're safe.
- What did he say?
- He recognized me from the shop.
Asked if I saw you.
- What did you say? - I said no, Carrie.
But why should we trust you?
Please.
If you can't trust us now, why should we trust you?
You must never in your life
tell a soul what I am about to impart.
- Deep in the woods, stands a lone door,
not much different from that one there.
My colony and all of our practices
exist entirely to protect the world
from the awful things beyond that door.
It's what I've trained for since birth.
But now, since I left,
they worry that our secret will be unsafe.
They worry that the wrong person
with the wrong motives
could learn about this door and breach it...
or somehow even make a new door
and let all those awful things go free.
- Carrie...
what's behind the door?
- Nightmares.
Your worst nightmares.
- Mel?
You back here?
- I'll just tell her respectfully
we don't need her help.
- I promise you, she won't leave.
Any news? - Mel's gone.
Out for a smoke. Poof.
- What do you mean "gone"?
- I see a Hyundai. I see her cigarettes.
No Mel. Can you come home?
I don't know what's happening...
But I'm honestly scared.
- Mom?
Mom! Hello?
- I hate to be so right, but the beast is hunting.
- We saw a lot of damaging weather
hammering the south at the end of May,
and while some storms may have calmed
in some states, they also may r--
- West Pine residents are thrilled to find nature
prevailing upon closure of the local mine.
Jobs in ecotourism have tripled,
cormorants have returned to hunt in local streams,
and life expectancy has shot up.
All thanks to you, Victoria Frisk.
- I can smell this crap from my bedroom.
It's bad for you.
- Pay me nine for the pack then.
- I put a word in with Cal Gibson, by the way.
Get you started at WPN.
- I'm--I'm doing senior year, Dad.
- We discussed this.
Worker's comp ran dry.
Your sister and I need you to show up.
- No. Course.
I will.
I'm sorry.
- You gotta work, man. - You gotta work?
- Damn...
- God!
Nolan Frisk.
- What--
- I told you to stay off our block.
- What the fuck?
- I told you what I'd do! - Get off!
- No way!
- Don't lay a hand on Nolan again.
Be a good boy now.
- Carrie, that's enough.
I said stop!
- Rhys, go home!
- Good fight, Rhys.
- What is wrong with you? - You almost had her, bro.
- I don't know. I'm...
I'm sorry.
- Tasha grew up with Rhys.
She'll talk back to him,
but even we fight about the mine stuff.
Everybody's just worried that they'll be put out of a job.
Like it's not their boss' fault
for poisoning everyone in the first place.
- Fear blinds the soul.
- Tattoo it on my forehead.
Hey, I have treated you the way that they treat me.
I didn't want to admit it, but...
when I heard that whistling sound,
"nightmare" is exactly the word that came to mind.
Hearing it, I felt, like--
- Comforted? Like warm milk.
- Yeah.
And then very, very cold.
- Hey, you guys go ahead.
I'm just gonna make a quick call.
- You good? - Yeah.
Good.
- Mom? - Cover your ears!
- Mom. Mom.
Mom. Mom, stop. Mom! Stop.
Mom, Mom, look at me.
Mom?
- Mom, are you okay?
- Tasha, it's good you called.
Where is she?
Where are you?
- It's cold! Oh, it's cold!
- Mom. It's Nolan. Mom!
- It's so cold.
- Mom, Mom, it's me. It's Nolan.
- It's so cold-- - Mom. Breathe.
- Nolan? - So...cold!
- Mom, I got you. I got you. It's me. It's Nolan.
- Oh, my God.
It's real.