Murder in a Small Town

Help!

Help!

Help!

Oh my god!

My friends!

Please! Help them!

We're looking at a bear attack.

Survivor is on the way to the hospital.

A Mackenzie Rankin, school teacher from Chicago.

She was out hiking with three of her friends.

A survivor does- does that mean...?

Yeah. According to Mackenzie,

one of them may be dead, a Larissa Stewardson,

also from Chicago.

We're going to look for the other two.

You're gonna need support.

No. Search and Rescue is on the way.

I'm gonna head out with the Ranger now.

Okay, uh, stay safe, Sarge.

Carry bear spray.

I'll talk to Mackenzie when she arrives.

Okay.

All right, Dan.

Lead the way.

All right. Keep the walkie on.

Cell service is patchy.

Stay on the trail.

Watch your back out there.

Karl?

Don't move.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry, I couldn't resist.

I'd show you, but--

No, I don't think I'm ready for how you see me.

Halfway between Venus de Milo and Helen of Troy.

Except with both arms and, uh...

too many clothes.

Ha! No pressure, right?

How much time do we have left?

Weekend's not over yet.

You're just going to keep drawing?

And are you going to keep talking?

Oh my god.

We've stitched her up.

The bear swiped her shoulder and her arm.

She's in rough shape emotionally as much as physically.

Thanks. I'll try and go easy.

Okay.

My friends?

Nothing yet, I'm afraid.

But Search and Rescue is out there.

Larissa...

I think she's dead.

The bear...

Can you tell me what happened, Mackenzie?

There's four of us.

Me and Larissa and Val and Aisha.

We came here yesterday to honor Megan.

Megan?

My little sister.

She- she died a year ago.

I'm sorry.

Emery Mountain State Park.

It was one of Megan's favorite places.

We used to hike there, the two of us.

How did Megan...

She took her own life.

That's tough.

Can you tell me what happened this morning?

Larissa had gone off to pick flowers for the memorial,

and she never came back.

We split up and went to look for her.

I kept calling,

and then suddenly I hear Larissa crying out, and...

and finally I saw...

the bears staring at her.

And there was just blood all over the place.

I tried to scare it away,

but then it came for me. It came for me.

I should have kept looking.

Hey. We will find them.

This is how you remember it?

Ghosts.

I should have just booked another place

instead of visiting your past with you.

No, no, no, no, no, no, this is--

This was good.

What was it like...

that summer you spent with your mom?

Karl, did it rain that summer or...?

Uh, no.

It was- it was sunny every day. -Mm.

The moon was full every night.

I mean, it felt that way.

I wish you'd met her.

Yeah, so do I.

We need to make a habit of this.

The two of us getting away, rain or shine.

No, no, no, wait.

Not yet.

We've been together for six months.

If you had to pick a word to define us,

what would it be?

Improbable.

Pick another word.

You pick one.

Magic.

I didn't see you coming.

I wouldn't have known to look for you.

And here you are.

It's time.

They'll need me at the barn, useless appendage and all.

Yeah. I get to have lunch with the mayor.

Oh, yeah? Budget talk?

Today's the day, maybe. Yeah, a meeting of the minds.

A breakthrough.

Yes. Maybe pigs will fly.

People change.

Bruckle.

What?

You said pick another word.

What kind of word is "bruckle"?

Bruckle?

Bruckle.

I'm gonna look that up later.

Sarge, SNR is focusing on the Southwest Sector,

but nothing to report yet.

Yeah, I found her.

You know what, I like driving it.

Maybe I'll get myself a truck.

Are you gonna be okay?

Here.

It's pathetic.

I'm the Chief of Police.

It's vulnerable and sweet.

I'm like a six foot three toddler learning how to walk.

No.

- Hey. Hey. - No. Ah.

I tell you that I love you?

Yes.

Mhm.

Improbable.

It's just another word for magic.

Uh-huh.

I love you, too.

Hey kiddo, we just got back.

I hope you guys had fun.

Uh, so, listen, are you coming home first

or are you going straight to work?

Why?

No, no. Nothing.

Uh, me and Devon are just working

on an art project for school.

It's a photo series.

"Still Dead Life".

We've sort of taken over the living room.

With dead stuff?

Oh, um, speaking of, um, is it for real?

We saw a post.

Someone got killed by a bear at Emery Mountain?

That's news to me.

Come home later. Okay?

After we get this place cleaned up.

Uh-huh.

Bye.

Okay. Bye, Dad.

It's too self-aware.

We need something that feels more organic.

The cemetery.

Yes!

It's a hell of a way to die.

I still haven't found the other women or that bear.

I'm not sure this was a bear attack.

What are you talking about? It's...

It's definitely a something attack.

I think she may have already been dead.

Oh, boy.

Jackson.

Hey... yeah.

Clyburn thinks she was already dead.

Okay. Got it.

Hey, everyone.

Chief, you're back.

How was your weekend?

It's over.

How's the day?

That was the Sarge.

He thinks we may have a murder.

Yep. Definitely over.

It was supposed to be

a memorial for Mackenzie Rankin's sister, Megan.

Larissa Stewardson, the woman who was killed,

she was research partners with Megan at Northeastern

in the Chemistry Department.

They were also sorority sisters,

along with Aisha Cox.

The fourth woman?

Val Fuentes.

She supervised Megan and Larissa

at Northeastern in the Chemistry Department,