WolfCam watches Miranda walk home. Walking. Watching. Look behind you, Miranda! Wolfie hides. Miranda is suspicious, so she does the smart thing and keeps walking home alone in the dark. A truck passes, splashing a puddle and getting Miranda all wet. If she wasn't already. Courteously, she starts running straight toward the town's wolf statue. Then she makes an abrupt turn. WolfCam. Growling. Snarling. Miranda pants, and so does the critter. Stopping, she backs up against a tree, which is a proven defense when wolves chase you -- a defense against survival, at least. Leaves blow around and a soccer ball bounces down the road. "Get a grip, girl," Miranda says through gritted teeth. Then suddenly she's running toward her front door, WolfCam is freaking the fuck out, and she leaves the fence wide open to facilitate The Thing's entry onto her lawn. She bangs on the door and shrieks for her roommate, who either isn't home or wants to see how this ends, in case the wolf is interested in attacking her agent. As Miranda clutches the doorhandle, "something" grabs her ankle and pulls her into a horizontal position, then drags her backward so that the handle rips right off the door. She screams, and we see her being thrown over a railing and savaged doggie-style. This is symbolic of the hip new-look CBS telling its older viewers to go fuck themselves.
And now, the credits, although there's really no credit to be passed around here.
In the sheriff's office, Lou tries to talk down a conspiracy theorist who is blabbing about grassy knolls and libraries in Dallas. "Your confession is definitely compelling, but it has a significant flaw," Lou smarms. "Yeah, Ted Kennedy is still alive!" There are many who might argue that point, although not anyone who owns a liquor store on the East Coast. Lou chortles that Ted Kennedy was on C-Span this very afternoon, so he's certain the senator is still kickin' it. Lou loves to pretend he knows what senators do. Miranda staggers inside and murmurs, "I was on my way home, and I...." She looks terrible, and can't finish her sentence for lack of energy. Grabbing a conveniently placed hand mirror that serves no purpose other than to show criminals what Very Very Bad People look like, Miranda moans at her reflection -- see? That's what Tyler was talking about -- and stumbles forward. Her shoe is off. We see her feet. I don't like feet. Put them away. Miranda collapses into Lou's arms, so he sweeps her off her feet and carries her to the flea market to barter for a couch and some potholders. He tells Molly, though, that he's taking Miranda to the ER. Hey, I smell network-crossover potential!