01x21 - Big Feet

[bunniefuu]

It's 9:18.

Maybe 42 degrees.

And we're on the trail of a genuine hominid.

There have been reported sightings all over Bluff Creek Valley, so we decided to come and check it out for ourselves.

[Panting]

Oh, look, look.

Okay, see this?

These broken branches?

Common sign of Bigfoot...

Or Sasquatch as the native peoples would say...

Marking his territory.

Okay.

[Beeps]

Dave, are you there, buddy?

[Blip]

Right here.

I think we're close.

[Blip]

Are you ready to try the call?

[Blip]

I don't know, man. What if I screw it up?

[Strong exhale]

Dave, you can do this.

You've listened to Bigfoot calls from all over the world.

Just let it loose.

All right. Okay, here it goes.

[Howls]

[Blip]

[Laughs]

[Rustle]

Who's that?

[Footfalls]

Come here.

You gotta see this.

[Grunts softly]

[Grunts softly]

Fresh k*ll.

Can't really tell what it is.

But we're definitely onto something this time.

[Distant roar]

[Wood creaking]

There.

[Panting]

[Scream]

Go, go! Go, run!

[Screaming]

[Screaming]

[Roaring continues]

[Grunts]

[Crickets chirping]

[Clinking]

[Horses neighing]

[g*n cocks]

[Neighing continues]

[Creature shrieking]

Get out of there!

[Neighing continues]

Ahh, damn it.

Doc Silverton? This is Thom Carson.

I've got a horse that's been att*cked.

Hey, doc.

Thank you for getting here so quickly.

Well, of course. What happened?

Heard something bothering the horses and I came outside.

I was thinking I was gonna see a cat.

What I saw was something much bigger.

[Whispers soothingly]

It just tore trapper up really good.

[Whispering]

Definitely bite marks. Really deep, too.

Wide jaw, teeth spread apart.

We need to clean these wounds up, and I'll give him a sh*t of antibiotics.

I'll take some blood as well. Test the hematocrit.

You were right. Whatever it was, it was big.

Yeah, I seen where it went through the fence.

Please show me.

Wow. Jeez.

Snapped the rails right in half.

What's that? That's weird.

Look at that.

This isn't horse hair.

Thom, look at that.

Do you run outside barefoot?

My feet are big, but they're not that big.

Sure it was an animal you saw?

Oh, no, I took a sh*t.

But I didn't think I hit anything.

Tracks lead off that way. We better check it out.

Okay.

[Panting]

I don't see 'em anymore.

It went in this direction.

There's a shoe right there.

What?

[Gasps]

Oh!

It's a damn foot.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

What in the hell did this?

[Cell phone rings]

Hey, honey. Am I late?

Are you still with the horse?

What?

No. Stay there. Don't touch anything.

I'm on my way.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Good. Hey, Thom.

Nick.

These wounds look like they were made by an animal.

Maybe a wolf?

I don't know.

If these footprints are what Thom and Juliette followed from the horse att*ck, I'm thinking whatever did this was human.

The answer's obvious.

These murders were committed by a barefoot man carrying a wolf.

What kind of man could do all this?

I think the forest service takes this one.

Let's get some dogs out here, see if they can track it.

Yes, sir.

Hey, guys?

Maybe they got something that will tell us what we're looking for.

Let's hope so.

[Brush crackling]

[Sobs]

I saw him.

He's here!

Who?

[Sobs]

Bigfoot.

It was Bigfoot. He k*lled them.

[Sobbing]

He's still out there.

He's still out there.

Don't let him get me.

Don't let him get me.

We I.D.'d the vics as David Gimlin and Michael Patterson.

Both 25 and both were self-described cryptozoologists.

Which means?

Bigfoot hunters.

Witness said that they were att*cked by Bigfoot.

Wait.

So Bigfoot wears clothes?

Call off forest services.

This one's ours.

Where's the witness?

In the hospital... Sedated.

Whatever it is she saw, it scared her half out of her mind.

We'll circle back there tomorrow morning, see if she's in any shape to talk about it.

Good. And get tech to enhance the image.

Maybe we can get an I.D.

Can you imagine this thing hitting the Internet?

This footage stays in house.

If the press gets ahold of this, it's gonna be a circus.

[Sighs]

Are you okay?

What was it that k*lled those people?

[Kisses]

I don't know.

But we got an image from the camera.

It was wearing clothes.

If it's the same thing that att*cked Thom's horse, it was not a man.

[Panting]

[Sniffs]

[Breathes deeply]

[Clock ticking]

[Low growling]

[Growling grows louder]

[Guttural noises]

[Approaching footfalls]

[Outer door opens]

Argh!

[Grunts]

Larry?

Come on, man.

Lie down.

Oh, that does not look good.

What happened to you, man?

How's a wildermann get sh*t in the leg?

All right, I got to get something to clean that wound.

[Faintly] Not working.

Not working.

What? You don't have a job? Yeah, I know, I know.

The recession's hitting everybody, I guess.

Have to get...

[Gags]

To... get...

Get out?

Get out? What? You want to get out of here?

[Gasping]

Larry, what happened?

[Groans]

Larry?

Oh, Larry.

You don't seem to be retracting.

Oh, this could be a problem.

[Cell phone buzzing]

[Birds chirping]

[Exhales]

Yeah.

Is this Detective Nick Burkhardt?

Who's this?

This is Claudia Harding with A.P.

I'm calling about the k*lling of Michael Patterson and David Gimlin, by what some people are saying was Bigfoot.

What can you tell me about the investing...

[Sighs]

[Telephones ringing]

Got a wake-up call from the associated press at 5:00 a.m.

I got one at 4:30.

Spoke to the hospital on the way in.

Vera Saldona's doctor said she's still under observation, still raving about Bigfoot.

Warning the doctors and nurses not to go into the woods.

I guess we have her to thank for the circus being in town.

Can you tell us who or what k*lled the two men up at bluff creek?

Was it an animal att*ck?

Do you have any suspects?

We are conducting our investigation.

We have a number of leads that we are following, as we speak.

Now as soon as we have some concrete information, you'll be the first to know.

[Cell phone rings]

Thank you.

Is that a "no comment," captain?

Do you have anything else?

Yeah, this is Nick.

I need your help.

What's the problem?

Well, you heard about this Bigfoot att*ck?

Yeah. I'm working on it.

Well, me too.

I didn't expect this, I'll tell you that.

What?

I may have Bigfoot on my couch.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Dog handlers just called in.

They found a wallet a couple Miles from the crime scene.

Looks like it might be our guy.

They wanted me to relay the information and see if you could meet up with them.

I'm going to check with the techs to see if they can enhance that image.

You do that.

I'll spend some time with the dogs.

Frank, it's Juliette.

Hey, how have you been?

Good. How are you?

Good. Real good.

Actually have a small favor to ask of you.

I want to run a DNA spectrum, but I don't have that kind of equipment at my lab.

So I was...

Send it over.

Be happy to run it.

No. Actually I was wondering if you could maybe sneak me in so I could take a look myself.

Ooh, is this, like, top secret?

No, it's not top secret.

More like middle secret.

I would definitely owe you one.

Sure. No problem.

Fantastic. Thank you.

[Knock on door]

Nick, it's open!

Shut it, will you? And lock it.

Thanks for coming so fast.

[Panting]

This is Larry.

Larry?

Yeah. I think he got sh*t in the leg.

And, uh, I would have just called a hospital, but, um, he's not really in an explainable condition at the moment.

And I've never seen anything like this before.

You mean anyone can see him like this?

That's why I didn't just 911 it.

Well, why doesn't he just...

Woge? I don't think he can.

Wait. What did you just say?

Woge.

It roughly translates to "the wave that overtakes one."

You know, the change? The surge?

The massive hormonal jolt?

Okay, well, why doesn't he... Woge?

Or would it be de-Woge?

Just Woge, okay?

And I don't think he's controlling it.

I think he's stuck.

Like half in, half out.

That would explain the Bigfoot.

Well, in his case, yes.

Monroe, your friend k*lled two people last night.

Nick, I know this guy. He is no k*ller.

I mean, I've known him for like four or five years.

[Sighs]

Look, a few of us meet up at the Helvetia tavern, okay?

It's like an informal support group.

We all have trouble controlling our various urges.

Well, it looks like Larry lost the battle.

Maybe, but this doesn't make sense, man.

I'm telling you, Nick, Larry's a very chill dude.

Last I heard, he was even seeing Brinkerhoff.

Who's Brinkerhoff?

Konstantin Brinkerhoff.

He's a therapist... Specializes in identity issues and impulse control, for those of us who need a little extra guidance.

I think he just wrote a book about confronting the "inner man."

A wesen therapist.

We have issues too, you know.

And let me just say, a lot bigger than, like, teenaged angst insecurity.

Personally, I'm not much of a therapy guy.

I mean, really, who wants to hear me talk about my childhood?

Believe me, I know what I did wrong.

[Sniffs]

[Sniffing deeply]

What is it?

[Sniffs]

You guys aren't using search dogs, are you?

Yeah, we are. Why do you ask?

They're here.

[Dogs barking]

That's great.

All that's missing are the townsfolk with pitchforks and torches.

[Barking continues]

Those dogs are gonna lead them straight to your house.

No, they're not.

That's why I mark my territory.

You can see it's totally freaking them out.

It's freaking me out.

[Dogs barking]

Yeah, but this might be the opportunity we need.

Opportunity to do what?

Monroe, if they find that Larry's in your house...

They're not gonna find Larry.

Help me get his shirt off.

Uh, okay, what are we doing?

No reason the trail has to end here.

Uh...

Monroe, that is not a good idea.

Well, you know what's a worse idea?

Them finding you and me here with Larry looking like that, don't you think?

You know what people do to things they can't explain?

I don't want my house torched, man.

I don't want crosses b*rned on my front yard.

Just saying, this is how legends wind up k*lling innocent people.

[Door opens and closes]

[Dogs barking in distance]

They got something! Hey, let 'em run!

[Barking continues]

[Barking continues]

[Roaring]

[Dogs whining, panting]

[Grunts]

[Panting]

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I don't know about Hank.

What happened?

You know how I told you we can be seen when we want to be seen?

Well, the dogs were on me, so I dealt with them, but, uh, I kind of bumped into Hank before I logged out.

He saw you as a Blutbad?

Yeah, but only for a second, and I was wearing Larry's shirt.

And... Larry.

Behind you!

What the...

Get it out!

[Seethes]

Get it out!

Please. Ack!

[Screaming]

[Faintly]

I didn't mean to.

I-I didn't want to.

I-I tried.

Larry? Hey.

He's not breathing.

I think he's dead.

I'm sorry, Monroe.

What... what... What do we do?

We can't leave him here.

I-I don't want you tied to this.

We have to move the body.

[Cell phone rings]

It's Hank.

Okay, um, I'll be quiet.

I won't...

I won't say anything.

What's up, Hank?

Something strange is going on out here, man.

Like what?

I was out with the dogs.

They found something, but it scared the hell out of them.

I went to check, and got hit.

You got hit?

You know by what?

I don't know. But I tell you one thing...

Whoever or whatever I saw was moving fast.

But it had to be the same guy.

He was wearing that red shirt.

I'm coming back to the precinct.

Okay.

Right here.

Both: [Grunting]

This is where the dogs caught up with me.

[Grunts]

How's that? That look natural?

We should go.

[Stutters]

Hang on a second.

Look, if you say he k*lled people...

Okay, I'm not second-guessing.

But I just can't believe he'd do it.

I know everybody has a trigger, and, believe me, it took me years to learn to, you know, adjust.

I know Larry had some trouble, but this just doesn't make sense.

Maybe it had something to do with this thing he pulled out of his neck.

When they find his body, I'll have forensics check it out.

Larry, you fought the good fight.

And, for guys like us...

[Sniffs] It's a battle we fight every day of our lives.

I don't know what went wrong for you, man, but we are gonna find out.

Rest in peace, brother.

Alles hat ein ende, nur die wurst hat zwei.

That sounded really beautiful.

What does it mean?

"Everything has an end, only the sausage has two."

My father used to say it whenever anyone d*ed.

You said Larry was seeing a doctor?

Yeah, Brinkerhoff.

He's got an office downtown.

He sees a few guys I know.

Oh, is he one of those... Wildermann.

Wildermann?

Smart loners.

Like the woods, cabins, campfires, hiking.

You know, back-to-nature eco-warrior types.

Thoreau, Emerson, Abbey.

Same as Larry.

But if you're thinking of talking to Brinkerhoff, avoid couches, you know?

And finally, what do we risk in confronting our true selves?

Well, quite a lot.

Because we fear that our inner self is somehow base and primitive.

And, worst of all, out of control.

Therefore, keep it locked up, pretend it's not even there.

But I feel that there is another way.

Instead of approaching your inner self like a dangerous stranger, why not approach it as you would...

A stray dog?

Hold out your hand. Fingers curled in, of course. And let the relationship unfold slowly. With caution and compassion. With respect. And with love.

Thank you.

[Applause]

Hi.

Who shall I make it out to?

Uh, Larry Mackenzie.

Are you a friend?

No. I'm investigating a homicide.

I understand Mr. Mackenzie was a patient of yours.

You were helping him with a, uh, certain problem he was having?

Give me a minute.

Hi.

I heard rumors that someone like you was here, but one hears many rumors in a psychiatric practice.

You know you're hated and feared by wesen.

It's interesting that you chose to join the police.

I need to ask you about Larry Mackenzie.

Does your partner know? Or anyone at the department?

If you don't mind, I'll ask the questions.

I'm sorry, it's in my nature to be inquisitive.

And this is such a rare opportunity.

We all have secrets, doctor.

Let's talk about Larry's.

How long have you been treating him?

As you know, Detective, I can't speak about specific patients.

Right now, I'm not asking you as a Detective.

Hostility posing as professionalism.

Adaptive, but ultimately isolating.

I can subpoena your records, get a search warrant for your office.

One way or the other.

Mr.

Mr. Mackenzie is strugg with issues of impulse control.

Any violent tendencies?

No more than normal for...

A wildermann?

[Sniffs]

You pose an interesting dilemma.

And your treatment consisted of...

Twice-weekly cognitive therapy visits...

What we call "the talking cure."

Larry's been making great strides.

Any dr*gs involved in the treatment?

Wesen Prozac? Doesn't exist.

Everyone wants a quick fix.

But with issues of identity, the slow way is the fast way.

There are no shortcuts.

[Cell phone rings]

Sorry.

Hank.

Got our k*ller.

Guy walking his dogs found his body in Walten Park.

I'm there now.

k*ller's name is Larry Mackenzie.

Matches the wallet they found when they were tracking him.

On my way.

All right.

I would love to talk to you about your identity issues sometime.

Thanks, I'm good.

Are you?

You can only walk in darkness so long.

Sooner or later, the inner man emerges for all to see.

It's never a question of "if"...

Only "when."

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What kind of fine?

I don't know.

But I ran into this guy, he looked different.

We found this in his hand.

I think it's a drug delivery implant.

The kind they use for pain medication.

It's got a serial number.

Should be able to track it back to the manufacturer.

Find out what was in it.

After conducting an intense manhunt in three counties, I am pleased to report that we have found the body of Laurence Charles Mackenzie...

Our main suspect in the brutal murders of David Gimlin and Michael Patterson.

Now we are confident that we have our man, and that there is no further danger to the public.

Ahh.

[Can clanks to ground]

I'm gonna take a leak.

[Growling]

[Screaming]

[Thuds]

[Screaming stops]

[Growling]

Wallace!

[Snarling]

Aah! Unh!

Aah!

I don't know really what I saw.

It att*cked my friend Wallace.

And then it came at me.

I've never seen anything like it.

I'm not crazy.

I swear to God, I'm not crazy.

Get the rest of his statement.

Sir, let's come this way.

Looks a lot like what happened to the other two.

Yeah, and based on what this is saying, it sounds like it too.

[Exhales]

Wallet's still here.

If it was robbery, I doubt they'd put the wallet back.

Another Bigfoot? Or a copycat?

Yeah. Could be him.

Let's check out the other body.

Same deal.

Not wearing any shoes, the bottom of his feet pretty b*at up.

He was on the move before he got here.

Anything on the I.D.?

Alan Evercroft, 45. A lawyer from Lake Oswego.

Married, three kids, no priors.

What the hell was he doing out here?

There's something in his neck.

Looks like the same thing Mackenzie had.

We got the preliminary results back from the DNA tests, and, uh, to tell you the truth, it's inconclusive.

What do you mean?

What it looks like we've got here is a single organism that is composed of two or more genetically distinct cells.

You mean like a chimera?

Yeah, it's a bit of a mosaic.

Can you email me the results?

Sure, I'll give you what we've got.

All right, thanks, Sebastian, I appreciate it.

[Hangs up phone]

"Para-human is a descriptive term used "to identify an animal-human hybrid.

"Extensive research has been done "into gene and cell combinations from different species "inserted into bacteria and domesticated animals for medial purposes."

Holy crap.

[Blues music plays]

♪ ♪

Hey, Reynaldo.

How you been, man?

Good. How about you?

Not bad. Not bad.

Thanks for taking the time.

Sure. You want to see a menu?

Don't need to.

Same old, same old.

Still doing the veggie thing, huh?

Hey, it works for me, you know?

[Ball bounces in pocket]

So look, the reason I wanted to talk to you is about Larry.

Mackenzie?

I can't believe what happened to him.

Shocked. Saw it on TV last night.

When was the last time you heard from him?

Here about three months ago.

How'd he seem?

Well, tell you the truth, it was kind of weird.

We were all hanging out, sharing stories, doing the steps, you know the drill.

Larry walks in. No one's seen him in weeks.

Sits down with this big smile on his face and he says, "I'm cured."

Not "improving," not "getting better"...

"Cured." Says he found a w...

A "foolproof way" to solve our problems overnight.

So what is this miracle cure? Some kind of drug, or...

Didn't say. He was like a religious convert.

All I know is that he was going to see Brinkerhoff.

And he wasn't the only one.

You remember Alan Evercroft? Dan Murray?

Yeah, sure. Good guys.

They were all excited about Larry's new deal.

They went to see Brinkerhoff too, and it was the last I saw of 'em.

I guess it must have worked.

Either that or they don't like me anymore.

So how come you didn't go see Brinkerhoff?

Please. Quick fixes aren't my style.

Besides, who says I want to be cured all the time?

Heh!

Just want to be able to control the urges, you know?

Yeah, don't we all.

Anyway, the way I feel, miracle cures wind up being worse than the disease.

That reminds me of Larry's old joke, remember?

"What's the best way to help a friend quick drinking?

Both: Tear his arms off."

[Sighs]

A shame about Larry, though.

I really thought he had it figured out this time.

This is the subcutaneous drug delivery pump.

We extracted it from Mr. Evercroft's neck.

What kind of dr*gs was it pumping?

Trace amounts of steroids, and a mixture of homeopathic herbs and spices.

But nothing illegal and nothing that would make the average person go ape, so to speak.

What about the serial number? You run that down yet?

Yeah, its manufactured by Keimarm Industries.

I want to know who ordered them and when they were shipped.

We already made the call.

We're waiting for them to get back to us.

[Cell phone rings]

Yeah.

Nick, it's me.

I just got done meeting with a friend of mine who knew Larry.

He said there were two other guys who went to Brinkerhoff with him...

Dan Murray and Alan Evercroft.

I'm gonna try...

Whoa, whoa.

Did you say Alan Evercroft?

Yeah, him and Dan Murray.

Alan Evercroft was k*lled last night.

What?

Yeah, we found him dead at the crime scene.

He had the same type of pump in his body that Larry did.

Oh, man.

That is so not good.

I just found out Brinkerhoff sold Larry on some kind of miracle cure.

Alan Evercroft heard about it from Larry and decided he wanted one for himself.

What about the other guy?

Who? Dan Murray?

I don't know. I mean, I can give him a call.

Whatever Brinkerhoff has given these guys is definitely not helping.

We haven't linked him to the drug pumps yet.

And even if we do, those ingredients are not illegal.

It doesn't mean they're not bad for us.

I'll call you when I know something.

Just got another name of a guy who might be on the same drug.

All right, give it to me.

Dan Murray.

Hey, Dan, it's Monroe.

No, Monroe, this is Travis... Dan's brother.

Oh, hey, Travis. How are you doing, man?

I'm just calling for Dan.

Yeah, uh...

Well, I guess you didn't know. Um...

[Drawer shuts]

Dan d*ed.

Two days ago.

Are you kidding me?

Yeah, he... He had some issues that we...

We weren't really aware of. Uh...

He was doing real good.

We thought. Um...

But something must have gone wrong.

We... we don't even really know what happened.

The neighbors said they heard a horrible sound coming from his apartment.

By the time they got there, Dan had climbed out the window.

He fell.

To his death.

The police chief in Troutdale says Dan Murray apparently k*lled himself by jumping out of a third-story window after tearing up his apartment.

Neighbors said it sounded "like there was a wild animal loose" in his apartment.

They found another drug pump in his neck.

That's the third one we've found.

[Knock on door frame]

Just got a call from Keimarm industries.

They're the company that manufactured the pumps.

We know who ordered them?

A psychiatrist here in Portland...

Dr. Konstantin Brinkerhoff... Three months ago.

How many did he order?

Four.

You've accounted for three?

So far.

I think you better find out where that fourth one is.

[Tense, eerie music]

♪ ♪

[Banging on door]

Dr. Brinkerhoff?

Dr. Brinkerhoff?

[Growling]

[Labored breathing]

Can I help you?

We need to talk.

Sorry, but my office is closed for the day.

You need to make...

I'm not here for me.

I want to know what you did to my friends.

Excuse me?

Dan Murray, Alan Evercroft, and Larry Mackenzie.

What kind of dr*gs were you pumping into them?

You need to leave. Now.

I'm not going anywhere.

What you are doing is irresponsible, and it is a thr*at to all of us.

Look, I'm sorry, but I really do not have time to discuss this with you.

So if you don't mind...

They're all dead because of you.

Your friends struggled. I tried to help them.

I supplied them with a targeted suppression program, one that took it out of their conscious and unconscious control.

That's your idea of help?

They no longer wanted the ability to choose.

That's what was making their lives so difficult.

They told me all about your group meetings.

Clearly, you have the same issues.

Are you... an animal? Or are you a man?

Of course, I have those issues, man.

We all do.

But if you can't choose, then you're... you're neither one... you're nothing.

The loss of choice is a small price to pay for freedom.

Except for the part where they went crazy and started k*lling people!

The dr*gs work.

But in my effort to help quickly, I couldn't take the time to test them as much as I would have liked to.

So you just thought you'd test it out on them and hope for the best.

[Labored breathing]

[Grunts]

The problems seem to start when the dosage drops.

There's a complementary effect and the patient goes from...

From stable to unstable, and becomes... suspended in the middle.

But... I fine tuned the formula.

[Labored breathing]

I had hoped that my efforts [paper tears] would prove to be successful.

For all of us. I still do.

But, as you can see...

Freedom's not...

[Voice breaks]

Easy to achieve.

You have to help me.

Okay.

Aah!

[Both growling]

Brinkerhoff! Police!

[Grunts]

Brinkerhoff!

You okay?

Yeah, but you gotta stop him.

Brinkerhoff's been using the dr*gs on himself.

He's out for blood.

He's on the street.

What's he doing here?

Uh, he's a patient.

We got suspect on foot, heading north on park blocks.

Request backup. We are in pursuit.

[Growls]

[Groans]

Please, somebody help. We're being att*cked.

[Over radio]

We have a report of an att*ck on 12th and alder.

That's gotta be him.

[People screaming]

It's Bigfoot!

[Screaming continues]

Aah!

[Growling]

Thank God you're here. I don't know what it was, but he grabbed some woman and dragged her into the theater!

Stay here.

There.

[Snarling]

Brinkerhoff?

If you can understand me, give yourself up.

She's alive.

Nick! Behind you!

[g*nsh*t]

Aah!

[Thud, clatter]

Stay with the woman.

Yeah.

I got a victim up here on the theater catwalk.

What the hell?

That's Dr. Brinkerhoff.

No. Did you see it?

See what?

His face.

It changed.

I'm telling you, it was different.

Hank.

I saw him...

I'm telling you, it was different.

It just changed!

Just right there... Did you...

Hank.

Did you see him?

To Larry, Alan, and Dan.

Maybe they felt like they didn't know who they were.

But we know.

They were our friends.

The body was identified as that of local author and psychologist Dr. Konstantin Brinkerhoff.

So it appears the reports of Bigfoot were nothing more than mass hysteria, as witnesses say Brinkerhoff wore a costume mask during his rampage.

I don't know.

Back to you, Dylan.

What?

I gathered some hair samples at Thom Carson's ranch, from whatever it was that att*cked that horse.

I mean, after I saw those people in the woods, I just wanted to make sure.

And?

I took them down to the lab at Ohsu and looked at the DNA.

And what did you find?

The test results were inconclusive.

The DNA wasn't human, but it also couldn't be matched to any other known species, so... I don't know.

Sometimes tests are wrong.

Well, yeah, normally I would think that too.

But, Nick, I checked and rechecked and...

All right, I know how weird this is gonna sound, but for the first time in my life, I'm starting to wonder about things like...

Bigfoot.

What if...

What if all of the stories we've heard, what if they're not stories?

What if they're real?