Don't Let the Cat Out

[pulsating electronic dance theme playing]

You're so late. You are so, so...

Hi, there.

You're sure he's coming?

He'll be here soon.

Where'd you find him again?

One of my students recommended him.

Damn it!

Oh, jeez.

-Here. -Thank you.

Ah.

I hope this one works out.

- -

-Should I get that? -Yeah, I got this.

-Go. Don't keep the boy waiting. -Okay, okay.

I am so sorry I'm late.

Doctor Carpenter's lecture lasted forever.

-It's okay. Come on in, Charlie. -Thanks.

-Hi, Mrs. Davis. -Hi.

-Charlie, is it? -Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Everything you need is written on the fridge.

-Honey, would you mind? -Of course.

And if we don't come back tonight,

just make yourself at home. You can manage?

Uh, sure. I didn't really bring an overnight bag or anything.

Oh, that's okay. You can use some of my old clothes

in the guest bedroom.

You're a medium, yeah? 42 regular?

Uh, how'd you know?

We have similar builds.

-Mm. -Oh.

If you get hungry, there's some leftover soup in the fridge.

-Just help yourself. -Thanks.

-It's yummy. -

Thank you, heh.

Do you have any other questions?

-Uh, no. -Okay.

Let's go. We're late.

Just don't poke around too much, okay?

Let's go.

Oh, the Wi-Fi is "catpeople." All one word, lowercase.

-And is cash okay for later? -Sure.

-Whatever's easiest. -It's all written down.

-Let's go. -Relax, Evelyn.

-Good night, Charlie. -Good night.

Hm.

[pencil lead scratching on paper]

-There he is. -Hey.

Nice new pins.

Oh, thanks, C.

I just got them done today.

-This one took me a week. -

- Hold on a sec, bro. -

Uh-oh. Someone's in trouble.

What'd you do this time?

"Travis, did you do the dishes?"

"Travis, did you fold the laundry?"

"Travis, take out the trash." Like, no.

Damn, Kim. Let me live.

She gets a little cranky

when she has to do a double at the hospital.

I can't believe she worked 16 hours straight.

She says at least half the time there's no family visitors.

And apparently they are the most annoying part of being a nurse.

- Along with taking care of you being a lazy bum. -Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Kim loves me. She started tracking me on my phone.

- Oh, wow. -Yeah.

She says it's so she can find me on the golf course.

-But we all know why. -She is obsessed with you.

Someone's gotta take care of your crazy ass.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right.

You know, she drives me crazy, but I do love that.

So how's the house sitting going?

-Quiet so far. -How much you making?

500. Maybe more if I stay the night.

What do you have to do for that?

Just watch this house.

Why do rich people need people to watch their house?

-I know, right? -You know, maybe they're hiding something valuable.

I've seen enough movies to know

that rich people out in the middle of nowhere

are usually up to no good.

Maybe they're just trying to deter

a robbery from happening.

So they hire a stranger to watch it?

Especially one with your scrawny ass?

We're not total strangers.

I took Dr. Davis's lecture on Egyptology and the Occult.

Anyway , I don't think I'm making it out tonight.

Whoa, Charlie.

It's Halloween. This is our thing, man.

Plus, I modified the map.

We're gonna hop on Clinton Road from 46,

and this will be the route

where we finally spot the lady in white.

I don't think I'm down for any more ghost hunting.

They were supposed to be back by 10,

and it looks like I gotta stay, so...

And I really wanna make a good impression.

Dr. Davis and his wife are on my thesis committee.

Okay,

I just don't think you should be alone, though.

Especially not tonight.

I can't believe it's been a year since your dad passed.

He was such a good dude.

Look, I know

you're trying to make a good impression,

and you need the cash,

but I just want you to be safe, my guy.

And I'm a little bored.

Can you have guests?

I don't think so. Not sure.

Okay. "Maybe" sounds like a "yes."

Ah, text me the address. I will come through.

Kim forgot her keys, so I got to drop them off.

And if she gets locked out again,

-I might end up on the street. -Go!

All right. I'll hit you up.

- -

- -

Mm.

Oh.

"Directions for taking care of a cat.

Don't touch her or she will scratch you.

Don't take her photo.

Don't call her by her name, Hazel, or she'll make a mess.

Don't trick her with treats, especially no catnip.

Don't forget to clean her litter boxes.

Don't brush her fur even if she likes it.

Don't let the cat out no matter what she tells you."

[suspenseful theme turns ominous]

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

-Hello? -

Somebody there?

Hazel, is that you?

Somebody there?

I'm gonna call the police.

Hazel. Hello?

-Oh. -

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Uh, h-hello?

Uh, Trav?

I can't hear you. My-my screen's cracked.

Don't let the cat out.

Dr. Davis?

-Hello? -

What?

No. No, no, no, no.

"Don't forget to feed her in the evening."

So when you come out...