Season 1/Episode 8: Pack Animals
by Bilal Dardai
Content advisories for this episode can be found below.
This episode features: Clarisa Cherie Rios as Lily, Marsha Harman as Dot, Kathleen Hoil as Abbie, Joshua K Harris as Rudy, Mark Soloff as &4u3hf39*&, Ele Matelan as Jjfhfe7^%%^, Sebastian H. Orr as &77YDhJD&, and Michael Turrentine as Wes.
Written by Bilal Dardai, sound design by Sarah D. Espinoza, directed by Jeffrey Nils Gardner, music composed by Stephen Poon, recording engineer Mel Ruder, Unwell lead sound designer Ryan Schile, Executives Producers Eleanor Hyde and Jeffrey Gardner, by HartLife NFP.
Content advisories:
-Monstrous noises
-Wolf growls
-Peril
-Jump scares
-Bird attacks
-Animal Attacks
-Swearing
SCENE 1
SOUNDS OF A FOREST NEAR SUNSET:
BIRDS, CRICKETS, A BRANCH BEING
BENT BY WIND OR SQUIRRELS.
A RUSTLE ON THE GROUND. A
TWIG SNAPS, A LEAF CRUMPLES.
A STRANGE SOUND- A WOLF, OR A HUMAN PRETENDING TO BE ONE?
THEN A HUGE, BESTIAL SOUND.
A SINGLE WOLF HOWLS, FOR A BIT
LONGER THAN NORMAL, AND THEN FADES
OUT. THE SOUNDS OF THE FOREST
RETURN, BUT MORE TENTATIVELY THAN
BEFORE. THERE ARE NO MORE
FOOTSTEPS.
SCENE 2
A BOGGLE TRAY IS SHAKEN AND PLACED
ON A TABLE.
LILY: And...go.
PENCILS SCRATCHING FURIOUSLY AT PAPER.
DOT: (MUTTERING) Trap...part...rapt...poet.
Strap. Sport.
LILY: Don’t do that.
DOT: Am I distracting you?
LILY: You score points for having different words.
DOT: I’ve played the game before.
LILY: So if you say the words out loud, Mom--
DOT: --I know the rules, Lily.
PENCILS SCRATCHING FURIOUSLY AT PAPER.
DOT: Tarp.
LILY: Dammit!
PENCILS SCRATCHING FURIOUSLY AT
PAPER. FOOTSTEPS ON THE FLOOR.
ABBIE: I need to show you two something.
LILY: Hold on.
DOT: You’ll distract her. Beat. Star. Beast.
LILY: Stop. Doing. That.
DOT: She doesn’t like it when I beat her at Boggle.
LILY: I don’t like when you cheat at Boggle.
DOT: This isn’t cheating. Top. Trip. This is a tactic.
LILY: This is not a tactical game, Mom, this is,
it’s just, it’s words! You shake the dice
and you make words!
DOT: You play your way, I’ll play mine. Reed.
Reef.
LILY: Argh!
PENCILS SCRATCHING FURIOUSLY AT PAPER.
ABBIE: Okay. So I have what I believe is a pretty
significant revelation about the civic
infrastructure of Mt. Absalom? But Boggle.
Boggle is also important. Sure. You two
Boggle.
PENCILS SCRATCHING FURIOUSLY AT
PAPER.
DOT: Teapot. And that’s time.
A SHEET OF PAPER VIOLENTLY
GRABBED. A SERIES OF QUICK PENCIL
SCRATCHES.
LILY: Three to two.
DOT: Boom!
LILY: This is the lowest-scoring round of Boggle
ever in the entire history of Boggle.
DOT: As I said, Lilybelle: Tactic. Like that
story about the two hunters being chased by
the bear.
LILY: What does that even mean.
DOT: “I don’t have to outrun the bear. I just
have to outrun you.”
LILY: That doesn’t--
ABBIE: --SO LISTEN, you two. I found something.
A HEAVY LEATHER-BOUND BOOK IS
PLACED ON THE TABLE WITH A THUMP.
LILY: Did you find that in the attic?
ABBIE: This? This is near mint condition. Look at
the leatherwork. When you open it up do you
know what it sounds like?
A SATISFYING CRACK.
ABBIE: Glorious.
LILY: So...not in the attic.
ABBIE: This was at the library. (WHISPERS) The
restricted section.
DOT: That’s real?
ABBIE: Yes, and it’s a long separate story I’m not
going to tell you right now. Look at this.
LARGE, HEAVY PAGES TURNING.
LILY: What are we looking at?
ABBIE: These are storm sewer plans, dating back to
a few decades after the town’s founding.
Look at this. You can chart the growth of
the town itself just by looking at the way
the systems expand.
LILY: You called this a revelation.
ABBIE: I did, and here’s why: It’s a mess.
DOT: Wouldn’t it be? It’s a sewer system.
ABBIE: I mean that it’s nonsensical. It looks like
it was designed without either the SCS TR-55
or Rational Method equations.
LILY: The what?
ABBIE: (SIGHS) If you want the crash course on
urban hydrology we can do that later. I’m
telling you the system might as well have
been designed by looking at a bowl of
spaghetti. The drainage shouldn’t work with
these kinds of tables and watersheds. Mount
Absalom ought to turn into Lake Absalom
after a few days of rain.
DOT: Why is this important, Abbie?
ABBIE: Excuse me?
DOT: First of all, could just be that these maps
are wrong, and whoever drew them up in the
first place had no business doing so.
ABBIE: These aren’t maps. These are plans.
DOT: Then maybe the contractors understood these
were nonsense and ignored the plans.
ABBIE: That doesn’t...are you even listening to me?
Years, decades, over a century of
infrastructure planning that flies in the
face of all reason.
DOT: I hear you just fine. You’re forgetting the
important thing here.
ABBIE: What’s that?
DOT: The town. Didn’t. Go anywhere. (BEAT) You
march in here with your eurekas and ahas
about how you can’t understand the drains
but I don’t see how it matters. Even if
that’s exactly what our storm sewers look
like, it’s crystal clear to me that they’ve
worked just fine for however long we’ve had
them.
ABBIE: Well, I...I still think somebody should go
take a look at them.
DOT: Then you have a good time splashing around
In there.
BOGGLE TRAY BEING PICKED BACK UP.
DOT: I’m going to get back to destroying my
daughter at...
SIXTEEN DICE SPILLING ACROSS THE
TABLE AND FLOOR.
LILY: Mom!
DOT: Sh! (BEAT) Did you hear that?
LILY: Hear what?
DOT: Just now. In the distance. A wolf.
LILY: A wolf?
DOT: Yes a wolf, of course a wolf, you didn’t
hear it howling just now?
LILY: No. (BEAT) Maybe it was the wind?
DOT: Oh no. Oh no you don’t. Whether I heard
something or not, you will keep that tone
out of your throat, understood?
LILY: I didn’t mean--
DOT: --I’ve been listening to the wind in Mt.
Absalom longer than you’ve been alive. You
think I can’t tell the difference between a
summer breeze and a howling wolf?
LILY: When’s the last time you heard a wolf?
DOT: ...Never.
LILY: Then...
A HAND SLAMMING AGAINST THE TABLE.
DICE RATTLE ACROSS THE TABLETOP
AND ONTO THE FLOOR.
DOT: Don’t you condescend--!
RUDY: I’m sorry, am I wrong or is there commotion
in here?
ABBIE: Doc. No, there’s commotion all right.
RUDY: I knew it. I have what you might call a
sixth sense for that sort of thing.
ABBIE: Hearing is one of the basic five.
RUDY: Maybe for you all.
LILY: Mom says there was a noise outside.
DOT: Don’t “Mom says” me. I heard what I heard.
RUDY: What kind of noise?
DOT: Howling.
RUDY: Howling. I need more than that. Howling like
an ambulance siren or howling like a five
year-old with a skinned knee?
ABBIE: Are you kidding me? Howling. Wolf. Canis
lupus.
RUDY: Oh, that’s unlikely.
ABBIE: Is it.
RUDY: There are no wolves in this area of Ohio.
ABBIE: So you’re an astrophysicist and a wildlife
expert?
RUDY: I didn’t claim that.
ABBIE: Is that a typical double major at...whatever
university you said you were from?
RUDY: Double majors aren’t allowed at...I’m not an
expert on wildlife. Just on wolves. And how
they’re not in Ohio.
ABBIE: That’s curiously specific.
RUDY: I didn’t want to be anywhere near wolves.
ABBIE: Hold up. This is a thing? You have a wolf
phobia?
RUDY: I don’t know if it qualifies as--
ABBIE: --you chose Mt. Absalom as a research site
based specifically on the lack of wolves.
RUDY: There were other factors.
ABBIE: That sounds like a phobia.
RUDY: And did you double-major in psychology as
well as history?
ABBIE: Minor, as a matter of fact.
RUDY: Oh.
ABBIE: Oh.
RUDY: All I am saying is that I know there is no
native wolf population in Ohio because I
checked it, because I have had a recurring
nightmare since the age of ten in which I am
torn apart by a pack of wolves,and if that’s
by definition a phobia then fine, it’s a
phobia, but I’m sorry Dorothy. You couldn’t
have heard a wolf. It’s not at all possible.
DISTANT SOUND OF A HOWLING WOLF.
RUDY: Oh. (BEAT) Oh that’s a wolf.
LILY: Okay. Okay, so we all heard it?
DOT: Hm? Heard what? You mean the wind just now?
LILY: Okay, Mom, I apologize.
RUDY: Perhaps it’s lost. Took an odd turn at
the border of Michigan or West Virginia.
ABBIE: Maybe it smelled something tasty. Maybe
it smelled you, Doc.
LILY: Back off, Abbie.
DISTANT SOUND OF A HOWLING WOLF.
LILY: First things first. Nobody goes outside?
DOT: Agreed.
ABBIE: Agreed.
RUDY: Um.
ABBIE: What?
RUDY: Wes...
DOT: No.
RUDY: He said he needed to get something from
home.
ABBIE: He left?
RUDY: I was surprised. I thought he lived here.
DOT: No, he...I see how you’d assume that,
but...he does go home, every now and again,
sees his parents.
LILY: He has parents?
DOT: Who doesn’t have parents?
LILY: You know what I--he’s never mentioned--
ABBIE: --which way, Dot?
DOT: What?
ABBIE: Where does he live?
DOT: I don’t...I don’t know. (BEAT) I don’t think
I know.
ABBIE: Direction. Which direction?
DOT: Why don’t I recall that? What’s wrong with
me?
LILY: I’ve seen him, he heads--
DOT: --shut up, I know this. (BEAT) He goes out
the front. He turns back to me and waves.
LILY: Mom.
DOT: Let me think, Lily! Out the front, turns
and waves. Turns around. Heads. Left. West.
ABBIE: Towards the woods.
DOT: Yes. Yes, he cuts through the woods.
DISTANT SOUND OF A HOWLING WOLF.
A MAD SCRAMBLING SOUND. QUICK
STEPS ACROSS THE FLOOR, DRAWERS
BEING OPENED.
ABBIE: Flashlight. Where do you--?
LILY: --Abbie, wait--
DOT: --under the sink in the kitchen--
ABBIE: --got it. Are the batteries--?
DOT: --should be.
FLASHLIGHT CLICKS ON AND OFF.
LILY: Hold on!
ABBIE: Are you coming?
LILY: What?
ABBIE: Are you coming with, Lily?
LILY: I don’t know if I, that is...
ABBIE: Doc?
RUDY: Um.
ABBIE: No. Right. Wolves. Phobia.
LILY: We can’t just--
ABBIE: --we can’t just sit here. Are you coming or
not?
LILY: We should call the--
ABBIE: --fine. Whoever. Do that.
FRONT DOOR OPENING.
ABBIE: Stay inside. If Wes and I come back and
you’ve all been eaten by wolves I’m going to
be so fucking pissed off.
FRONT DOOR CLOSING. FOOTSTEPS DOWN
THE FRONT STAIRS, THEN INTO THE
GRASS. A BRISK WALK, THEN FASTER.
ABBIE’S BREATHING QUICKENS. THE
SOUND OF DRY TWIGS SNAPPING
BENEATH THEIR FEET.
SCENE THREE
DISTANT SOUND OF A HOWLING WOLF.
THEN TWO WOLVES. ABBIE’S PACE
QUICKENS.
ABBIE: (CALLING OUT) Wes! Wes, it’s Abbie! Wes!
SLIGHTLY CLOSER SOUND OF A HOWLING
WOLF.
ABBIE: Wes!
WES: (FROM A SHORT DISTANCE) Abbie?
ABBIE: Where are you?
WES: Over...where are you?
ABBIE: Stay where you are. Right where you are.
See my flashlight?
WES: No.
ABBIE: Keep talking.
WES: Why are you following me?
ABBIE: We thought you were in trouble.
WES: Why?
ABBIE: Why? What do you mean, why?
WES: (A LITTLE CLOSER) I see you.
ABBIE: Where are--
WES: --a bit to the west of you.
ABBIE: Okay. (BEAT) Hey.
WES: Hey...
ABBIE: So listen, we need to--
WES: --you thought I was in trouble? I told Rudy,
I’m just going home for a minute.
ABBIE: Sure, but the wolves.
WES: What wolves?
ABBIE: They’ve been howling for the last few
minutes...and you have had your headphones
on, haven’t you.
WES: Sure. I almost didn’t hear you at all.
ABBIE: For fuck’s sake.
WES: Lily let me borrow this book she was
listening to--
ABBIE: --not, not, not right now. Wolves. Remember?
WES: Right. You said something about wolves.
SOUND OF TWO HOWLING WOLVES, VERY
CLOSE.
WES: I’ve never heard that around here before.
ABBIE: You and the doc can argue about natural
habitats when we get you back to the
house. So let’s...
NEARBY FOOTFALLS CRUNCHING THROUGH
DRIED LEAVES AND TWIGS. A LOW
SNARL.
WES: (WHISPERING) Abbie.
ABBIE: (WHISPERING) Sh.
WES: Turn off the--
ABBIE: --yeah.
FLASHLIGHT CLICKS OFF. MORE
FOOTFALLS. MORE SNARLS. A BARK AND
A SNAP.
WES: Can you see how many there...?
ABBIE: No.
WES: It sounds like--
ABBIE: --Wes, shut up.
MORE FOOTFALLS. MORE SNARLS. A
DISTANT SOUND OF A SINGLE WOLF
HOWLING, FOLLOWED BY THE VERY,
VERY CLOSE SOUND OF A TWO OTHER
WOLVES HOWLING BACK. THE ECHOES
MAKE THE PACK SOUND LARGER.
SCENE FOUR
THE HOWLING TRANSITIONS BACK TO
THE HOUSE, WHERE IT IS HEARD FROM
A DISTANCE. IT IS STILL
UNSETTLING.
RUDY: Do you hear--?
LILY: Uh-huh. (BEAT) I should have gone with. “We
should call someone.” Who was I going to
call? Like Mt. Absalom has forest rangers.
DOT: It wasn’t a bad--
LILY: --no, listen Mom. This is typical me. A
little pressure and I lock up. Make excuses,
overthink. Watch while other people do
things I should be doing.
DOT: You came here to help me.
LILY: I slept on it. You’re my mom and you needed
help and I slept on it.
DOT: You’re being too hard on yourself.
LILY: I’m not nearly. (BEAT) You would have gone.
If not for your leg? You’d have been right
out the door with Abbie.
DOT: Maybe.
LILY: Don’t act otherwise. I could tell. It was
all
over your face. Typical you, Mom. (BEAT) I
probably should have paid closer attention.
RUDY: Hey, excuse me. Sorry to interrupt, but,
what’s this?
LILY: What’s what?
RUDY: The book.
LILY: Oh that...Abbie said it’s a map of the
town’s
storm drains? Something like that?
PAGES FLIPPING.
RUDY: Interesting. So this would be the
observatory...
LILY: I’m going.
DOT: No you’re not.
LILY: Mom.
DOT: This is not a moment you use to prove
yourself. That’s not how it works.
SEVERAL HOWLS IN THE DISTANCE.
LILY: So we do nothing.
DOT: We do what Abbie told us to do. We wait.
SCENE FIVE
HOWLS TRANSITION BACK TO THE
FOREST. A CACOPHONY OF SNARLS,
SNAPS, AND FOOTFALLS.
WES: Something’s wrong.
ABBIE: Of course something’s wrong. We’re
surrounded by wolves.
WES: Why aren’t they--?
ABBIE: --what, do you want them to?
WES: They’re not even moving in. What are they
waiting for?
ABBIE: They might not be sure if we’re dangerous.
None of them wants to be the first to find
out. Follow my lead. Step slowly. Keep your
eyes open.
CAUTIOUS FOOTSTEPS ACROSS THE
GROUND. SNARLS, SNAPS, AND
FOOTFALLS FOLLOWING.
WES: Should we run?
ABBIE: If we run they’ll know.
WES: If we don’t run they’ll catch us.
ABBIE: You think they won’t catch us anyway? (BEAT)
Stay in front of me.
WES: What?
ABBIE: If they’re too fast I can buy you time.
WES: Abbie!
ABBIE: Don’t argue. Count of three. One. Two. THR--
A MASSIVE WOLF NOISE. THEN SILENCE
ABBIE: What. Has just happened.
A CROW JOINS THE SOUND, THEN
ANOTHER CROW. THEN AN ENTIRELY
DIFFERENT SONG BIRD. A HAWK’S
SCREAM, A DUCK’S CALL. THE FOREST
SOUNDS LIKE A CHAOTIC AVIARY.
WES: Is that a--?
ABBIE: --that doesn’t make sense.
A FLAP OF SEVERAL WINGS, QUICKLY,
AT ONCE.
ABBIE: GET DOWN!
THE SOUND OF HUNDREDS OF WINGS
FLAPPING FURIOUSLY OVER ABBIE AND
WES, A DIN OF WHISTLES AND
SCREECHING. AFTER SEVERAL SECONDS,
THEY HAVE VANISHED ABOVE THE
TREELINE INTO THE DISTANCE. THE
FOREST RETURNS TO TRANQUILITY AND
CRICKETS.
ABBIE: Wes, are you okay?
WES: I’m good.
ABBIE: You saw...?
WES: I saw. If we’d stood up they’d have made,
made, like, dartboards out of us.
ABBIE: Where are the wolves?
WES: I don’t hear them.
ABBIE: That doesn’t make sense! There were, there
was a pack of them!
WES: We didn’t see them.
ABBIE: We heard them! They were all around us,
everywhere. A flock of birds isn’t going to
scare off a pack of wolves!
WES: How do you know that?
ABBIE: What do you mean how do I know that? Wolves
are wolves! Birds are birds!
WES: But you saw how many there were?
ABBIE: Still!
WES: Then maybe there weren’t any wolves in the
first place?
ABBIE: What?
WES: Maybe one of those birds can imitate wolves.
ABBIE: That’s idiotic.
WES: Or maybe they’re birds that can turn into
wolves.
ABBIE: Never mind. That’s idiotic.
WES: Werebirds. No, you wouldn’t call them that.
ABBIE: Insanity. One hundred ten percent insanity.
WES: On the plus side: We weren’t eaten by
wolves?
ABBIE: OF COURSE WE WEREN’T EATEN BY WOLVES BECAUSE
APPARENTLY THERE WEREN’T ANY WOLVES!
WES: And that’s good, isn’t it?
ABBIE: The hell is this. The hell just happened.
The hell with this. Are you fine?
WES: Yeah.
ABBIE: Good. So am I. I’m going back to the house.
You still going home?
WES: No. No, that’s okay. I’ll go back with you.
ABBIE: Then...let’s get moving before it starts
turning into monkeys and fiddler crabs or
whatever out here.
WES AND ABBIE’S FOOTSTEPS WALKING
THROUGH THE FOREST. TRANSITION
BACK TO THE HOUSE.
SCENE SIX
RUDY: Wow.
LILY: What wow?
RUDY: I don’t know what they were but I swear I
just saw about a thousand birds fly out of
the forest.
DOT: Is that good or bad?
RUDY: What do you mean?
DOT: All the howling stopped and then you saw a
bunch of birds fly away. Does that feel like
a good thing as far as Wes and Abbie are
concerned or something else?
RUDY: How would I know that?
DOT: I don’t know, Rudy, I just thought somebody
might know something about anything.
LILY: They’re fine. They have to be fine.
DOT: And if they’re not? Are you ready for that?
Hm? What if they’re dying? What if they’re
dead?
LILY: Mom!
DOT: You need to hear this, Lilybelle. You need
to hear it and I need to say it out loud. We
might have to go out into the woods tomorrow
morning and find what’s left of their
bodies. That’s a fact.
LILY: I don’t want to talk about this.
DOT: Sure you don’t. It’s the problem with this
place. People walking around never saying
anything out loud.
LILY: The...boarding house?
DOT: Huh? No. Here. Mount Absalom. Secrets on
top of secrets, and for what. Like the only
reason for the town keeping its mysteries is
that it thinks it ought to have mysteries,
which is utter horseshit. Ghosts in the
graveyard, wolves in the woods.
LILY: Mom, I don’t understand what you mean.
DOT: Never mind. I’m just talking. I’m just
worried. You said you saw birds? That’s a
thing, isn’t it. Some kind of symbol. Some
kind of omen.
RUDY: Yes. If you believe in such things. Which I
do.
AS DOT SPEAKS, WE HEAR A SOUND IN
FLASHBACK: SEVERAL DIFFERENT KINDS
OF BIRDS AT FIRST, THEN A SINGLE
SHOTGUN BLAST, THEN SEVERAL
BLASTS, THEN MANY FEWER BIRDS,
THEN SILENCE AS HER STORY
CONCLUDES.
DOT: I remember there used to be all sorts of
birds in Mount Absalom. So many. Too many.
Squawking and singing all hours of the day.
We chased them all off when I was just a
little girl. The mayor, or somebody, they
said the birds had become a nuisance and
they sent out invitations to every corner of
Ohio. Called all the hunters in, told them
no limits. If it flies you can shoot it. All
that autumn you saw men walking around town
in their caps and jackets with their
shotguns across their backs. The boarding
house was full up for two months. Sunrise to
sunset, every few minutes, shotguns going
off. Hundreds of wings. You could watch them
scatter in the air, the birds, and some of
them would take the hint and fly off, but
others would try to land again, and it would
start all over, the flock getting smaller
and smaller. Some birds are dumb as rocks.
All of autumn like that. What was left of
the birds started heading south and the
hunters all left with their freezers full of
Christmas dinner. When spring came, it was
quieter. You could just tell. The message
had been received. Passed along. “Not
welcome.”
A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.
ABBIE: (FROM OUTSIDE) Hey. Hey let us back in. It’s
Abbie and Wes.
DOT: Oh thank heavens.
FOOTSTEPS ACROSS THE FLOOR. THE
FRONT DOOR OPENS.
ABBIE: There’s a lightbulb out on the back porch.
Thought you should know.
LILY: Are you both okay?
ABBIE: Sure. Exhausted. Little confused. I could
use
a shower.
RUDY: Were there--?
ABBIE: --I don’t want to talk about it.
RUDY: I just need to know if--
ABBIE: --not talking about it.
WES: We didn’t run into any wolves.
ABBIE: Yeah. That about covers it. Excuse me.
ABBIE’S FOOTSTEPS UP THE STAIRS.
LILY: Wes? What happened out there?
WES: I’m not a hundred percent sure? Like, maybe
there were wolves, but maybe there weren’t?
RUDY: You couldn’t tell if they were wolves?
WES: No, I mean that we aren’t sure if there were
wolves. It’s weird. That’s all. I’m trying
to figure it out. I’m going to go lay down
for a minute. Lily, this book of yours is
killer.
DOT: Wes?
WES: Yeah?
DOT: What were you going back to your house for?
WES: Oh. Hm. (BEAT) I don’t remember. Must not
have been important.
DOT: If you think of it and need to go back for
it, you let me know.
WES: Okay.
DOT: Lily can drive you.
WES: Okay. (BEAT) I’m gonna--
DOT: --sure.
WES: This is a great book, Lily. I’m really
enjoying it.
WES’S FOOTSTEPS UP THE STAIRS.
RUDY: Well. Another quiet evening at home. Exactly
what your brochure promised.
DOT: We don’t have a brochure.
RUDY: No? You should. This is the most peculiar
place I’ve ever stayed on assignment.
Including that weird little farmhouse
outside Budapest. (BEAT) Do you think Abbie
would mind if I borrowed their book? I’m
sure they won’t mind. If Abbie asks, tell
them I needed to see something.
RUDY WALKS AWAY, HUMMING TO
THEMSELVES.
LILY: I still don’t understand what happened
tonight.
DOT: Neither do I. Maybe we’re not supposed to.
LILY: ...meaning?
DOT: Hm?
LILY: What do you mean, we’re not supposed to?
DOT: Listen, tomorrow, maybe you and I should go
get those lights that turn on when
something’s close to the house.
LILY: Motion sensors.
DOT: That’s it. In case. Couldn’t hurt.
LILY: You’re worried.
DOT: I’m really not. But we have guests, I’m sure
they’d feel more secure the next time we
hear wolves.
LILY: You think there’s going to be a next time?
DOT: Maybe some cyclone fence.
LILY: Mom, are you not telling me something?
DOT: Always, Lilybelle.
LILY: Don’t do that. I hate when you do that. You
don’t have to hide things from me.
DOT: Oh, honey. If that were true nobody would
ever need parents. Soon, though. (BEAT.)
Don’t let me forget.
All right? Motion, um, sensor
lights and cyclone fence. Just in case.
THE THEME SONG COMES IN- STOMPING FEET, RHYTHMIC GUITAR, AND PRONOUNCED BANJO.
CREDITS: This episode features: Shariba Rivers as Lily, Marsha Harman as Dot, Kathleen Hoil as Abbie, Joshua K Harris as Rudy, Mark Soloff as &4u3hf39*&, Ele Matelan as Jjfhfe7^%%^, Sebastian H. Orr as &77YDhJD&, and Michael Turrentine as Wes.
MUSIC BREAK- A HAUNTING SUNG NOTE
Written by Bilal Dardai, sound design by Sarah D. Espinoza, directed by Jeffrey Nils Gardner, music composed by Stephen Poon, recording engineer Mel Ruder, Unwell lead sound designer Ryan Schile, Executives Producers Eleanor Hyde and Jeffrey Gardner, by HartLife NFP.
THE STRANGE BASS NOTE RETURNS
Though wolves are no longer common in Ohio, many predatory canines have called this area home including the prehistoric dire wolf and appropriately named bone-crunching dogs.