[suspenseful music playing]
[dog barking]
Samira: I can't believe we have a white picket fence.
And they're so charming and yet
so micro-aggressive at the same time.
-Uh-hmm. And still somehow my parents' fence ended up
looking like British teeth,
slightly discolored and bizarrely misaligned.
-We went from city loft to lawn so fast.
-We did everything so fast.
-Uh-hmm.
-But that's what you do when you find the unicorn, babe.
You lock it the fuck down.
I think this place is gonna grow on you, though.
Hinkley Hills is a safe place to grow up.
[Miles cooing] Robert: I want that for Miles.
-I want everything for him.
-I know living in my parents' house
wasn't exactly part of the plan
but it could be worse.
They could be here too.
[both shiver]
-You do know how to mow a lawn,
'cause I'm not handling none of that.
-I got you.
♪ Boy, you look goo ♪ ♪ When you have that grass ♪
♪ And you look fine ♪ ♪ Won't you rag that, rag that ♪
♪ Call you big daddy ♪ ♪ When you have that grass up ♪
♪ What, what you ♪ ♪ Playing with? ♪
[laughs]
-Oh, God. I don't wanna get back to work.
You and Miles aren't gonna have too much fun without me, okay?
-My maternity leave is gonna be spent watching
the window like Bravo
and learning the choreography to...
[crows squawking]
-What the?
[suspenseful music playing]
-I don't like that one bit.
[crows squawking]
Samira: Stroll's over.
Are you sure that house is empty?
Robert: Yeah, very.
[suspenseful music playing]
[theme music playing]
["Lovely Day" by Bill Withers playing]
♪ When I wake up ♪ ♪ In the mornin', love ♪
♪ And the sunlight ♪ ♪ Hurts my eyes ♪
♪ And something ♪ ♪ Without warning, love ♪
♪ Bears heavy on my mind ♪
♪ Then I look at you ♪
♪ And the world's ♪ ♪ All right with me ♪
♪ Just one look at you ♪
Robert: No, no, no. No.
♪ And I know it's gonna be ♪
-Shit, shit, shit.
♪ A lovely day ♪
-Wait. Wait. [gags]
Stop! Stop!
Don't leave me with these diapers!
[engine stops]
-[panting]
-Hey there, bad hair.
-I forgot.
-Nice to see you.
Back on Ashfield Place?
Bud, you don't-- you don't remember me?
-Sorry. Never been good at remembering faces.
-Ah, it's all right.
You know, I've always liked this street.
You hear the thing about cul-de-sacs?
-Uh... -There's only one way out!
Have a great day, Robert.
-Okay. Bye now.
[engine revs]
-Okay.
Samira: [sighs] The things I'll do for you.
[upbeat music playing]
Samira: Like moving here.
[Miles babbles]
Robert: Do you want me to stay?
I can call Nina, tell her I need another week.
What are we watching?
-How long has that house been empty?
-Twenty years, give or take.
-You don't think that's weird? Robert: Not really.
I'm sure they got a good reason for hanging onto it.
-So there's a they. Who's the they?
-You know, whoever owns it.
-Okay, Shrug Knight.
So you never thought about it?
-What--no, not really.
-Whatever. I know you gotta get to work.
-Naveen and I are catching the same train.
Trainpooling he's calling it.
But say the word, and I'll stay. -No, no, no.
Gotta rip the Band-Aid off someway, somehow.
It'll be me, myself, and I, and Miles
together alone for the first time.
No friends or family nearby but that's why it's good.
Yeah, 'cause I'm not worried at all.
Robert: You're giving me some very mixed signals here.
-Nah, get on the train.
-I love you so much. -Uh-hmm. I love you too.
Robert: And I love you too, little man.
And you can call me anytime, okay?
I'm the guy saved in your phone as White Bulb
with the black thumbs up emoji.
-[chuckles] And it'll never change.
Robert: Try to get out the house today.
["Back That Azz Up" by Juvenile playing]
♪ Girl you working ♪ ♪ With some ass, yeah ♪
♪ You're bad, yeah ♪
♪ Make a nigga ♪ ♪ Spend his cash ♪
♪ Yeah, his last, yeah ♪
♪ Hoes frown ♪ ♪ When you pass, yeah ♪
-Stop! Can I help you? -Oh.
I'm sorry?
-Oh, should he be listening to this?
-Uh, well, he can't understand the words. [laughs]
-Babies absorb these things.
[Miles cooing] Samira: Right.
-Oh. Oh.
You must be Rob Fisher's wife.
Oh.
I heard you were,
uh, back here to live.
Samira: Yeah. -Well, this is fabulous.
[laughs] I was wondering when I would get to meet you.
-Uh-hmm. I don't get out much.
-I'm Lynn Gardner.
-Uh, I'm Samira and that's Miles.
-Aw. He looks just like his mama.
Samira. Such a pretty name.
Is it African?
Samira: Yes. -[gasps]
Fascinating. I just live catty-corner.
If you ever need anything.
And you must come to wine night.
It's just a bunch of friendly neighbors
gabbing and guzzling on my porch
and they are dying to meet you.
-Oh, I'm breastfeeding unfortunately.
-Oh, pump and dump, my darling.
Welcome to Ashfield Place.
-Uh-hmm.
[dog barking]
[phone ringing]
[phone dings] -Hey.
Langston: I got a very important question
for my big sis.
Mariah, Whitney,
Janet, or Beyoncé. One gotta go.
-I'm not about to fight with you today.
-Well, that's not a fight. Samira: I miss you.
How's my apartment?
-Well, if you're referring to the artist
currently known as my new apartment, it's the bomb.
Little girl, your taste is impeccable, okay?
And these views, exquisite.
How's my nephew? -Cute as hell.
Langston: Aw. Yes, he is.
Because we're twins.
-And see, that's why you're going off on FaceTime.
-And how was, uh, Hinkey Mountain?
Samira: Hinkley Hills is Caucasian.
-It's the 'burbs, babes.
-Am I a bad mom for bringing
my melanated son out here? Langston: I don't know.
Are you a bad mother for accepting
a very nice house at a very nice neighborhood
where there's practically no crime, really nice schools?
I mean, make it make sense.
-I just feel so isolated.
I mean, every day is the same thing.
I don't know what I'm doing,
and I don't have anybody to teach me how.
-Well, you know she looking after you.
Samira: That's what Daddy say
but you can't teach somebody
how to swaddle a baby from heaven.
-Amen to that.
-How am I gonna get the maternity leave?
I mean, I thrive in collaborative environments.
I need structure and tangible goals.
-Bitch, I don't speak resume. I speak housewife.
This is what you do, pick up a little day drinking habit,
maybe a little pinot habit or something, something cute.
-Yeah, hard to do when you got a tit gremlin.
-Yeah, you could've kept that one.
Well, baby, you just need some friends.
Samira: I have friends.
-I mean, in a 10-mile radius.
None of your neighbors ain't no potential there?
Samira: Uh, no.
It's a who's who of who's not it.
These people are crazy.
Langston: Well, I'm just spitballing, boo.
-I know. I know. And I appreciate you.
-And I love you.
And I'mma come and visit you soon, okay?
And I know you would've chopped Mariah.
-I don't know her. -[Langston laughs]
-Love you. Bye.
[kisses]
Robert: Naveen.
Look at us. Train buddies.
Commute comrades.
-Megan filed for divorce.
-What? -She was waiting for me
when I got home yesterday.
Suitcases at the bottom of the stairs,
like out of a bad movie.
-Shit. Naveen: Said she's been unhappy
for a long time and wants to start over
while she still has her youth. [scoffs]
So she can't stand
another day of my moodiness.
I'm not even--
[sighs]
I'm not even that moody, Rob.
She's fucking her dentist.
-[coughs]
Naveen: Dr. James.
The only one who takes my insurance.
So that's fucking great. I should've known.
She was getting way too much dental work done
for someone who has perfect teeth.
-She does have great teeth. Naveen: Right?
Two cleanings in a week.
She said she needed to get a filling.
Oh, fuck.
Remember what you said at my bachelor party?
-No. I was drunk and on three different classes of drugs.
We were in Miami. My jaw was in Texas.
-You grabbed my face and you said,
"Never trust a Megan."
Nostradamus, motherfucker. I should've listened.
-I'm sorry, mate.
-Anyway, let's talk about you. Enough about me.
How's little man?
-Oh, God. He's the best. Perfect.
I mean, he doesn't sleep
and he shits like a trucker
but wouldn't change it for the world.
-Nice. And Samira?
-[sighs]
She keeps asking questions
about the house across the street.
-Really? -Yeah.
[suspenseful music playing]
-What'd you tell her?
-What is there to tell?
[wolf howling] [crickets chirping]
[water splashing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Miles crying]
-You know what, you are absolutely right.
[Miles crying]
-I attempted to leave the house today.
-During daylight hours?
-Yes. And I met Lynn.
She's exactly as your mother described.
-Nosy, and extremely abstract sense of personal space?
-Yeah, that's it.
And, um, she invited me for drinks with the neighbors.
-She did? -Uh-hmm.
-You should go. Little man and I can get some QT.
-I think I might.
I wanna see who all gonna be there.
Twenty years, huh. So you must've known them.
Robert: Who, the Grants? -Aha!
-What? -So you did know them.
-You're doing that thing. -What thing?
-That thing you do when you get a little obsessed.
It's the lawyer in you. You lock in.
Remember your ramen conspiracy? -I know
it wasn't ideal to get banned from the local bodega
but I still stand by my theory that they were running
drugs with the instant noodle cups. It was right there.
-I mean, you were 100% onto something.
I mean, they didn't even have a bodega cat.
What kind of bodega doesn't have a bodega cat?
-Babe, I'm not being obsessed, okay? Just humor me.
Okay, so tell me what you know about the creepy house.
Yeah, please. Robert: Creepy house probably.
They lived across the street from us but...
does anyone ever really know their neighbors?
-Yes, I knew my neighbor's first and last name.
We was all up in each other's business.
-You did? Okay. -Yeah.
-Ooh, by the way,
speaking of being all up in each other's business,
Megan left Naveen. -[gasps]
Robert: So I guess I owe you 10 bucks.
You always call it. -Uh-hmm.
-Also even worse, shagging the dentist.
-What? -Yes.
-Oh, my gosh. -I know.
-Never trust a Megan.
-That's what I said too. -That's right.
-Allegedly. -[sighs]
-Babe, please never leave me.
-Where am I gonna go?
Robert: Oh, yeah. You're trapped now.
-Love you, honey. -Love you too.
-And if I cheat, it won't be the dentist.
-Thanks, babe. That means a lot.
-Somebody we don't know. -Wow.
[♪♪♪]
Lynn: The next time that beast uses my lawn
as its personal porta-potty,
I am gonna get out my glue gun.
[Dana laughs] -Well, break out the crayons
and color me thrilled. It's Samira.
-So close.
-Come, come, come.
Sit, sit, sit. Uh-oh.
This is Rob Fisher's wife. Dana: Oh.
-From across the street. -Dana Richards is the name.
It's very nice to finally make your acquaintance.
-[laughs] Likewise. Samira.
-Samira. Oh. I'm so bad with names.
-We haven't seen you around before.
And we were starting to think that Rob made you up.
-No, no. I'm real.
Just a new reclusive mom with leaking nipples.
[laughter]
-Now, Dana is a retired Marine.
Samira: Oh. -Very distinguished,
lots of medals. -Wow.
-Also, I'm a real Handy Andy.
I have noticed, not to be nosy,
but, uh, you have some spots on your fence
that are pretty effed up and I could fix those for you.
-I'm here for it 'cause the only screwdriver
I'm familiar with contains fuck.
[laughter] Lynn: And here's Todd.
-Hi.
-Todd is a man of few syllables.
-I don't think I've seen you around here before.
Dana: You've been keeping tabs on us
through the window, Jimmy Stewart?
[suspenseful music playing]
-Which one of us is the murderer?
[laughs] Your face.
-[laughs] Dana: I'm sorry.
It's okay. We all know that Suburbia
has its spectators for it.
-You have not seen me.
My home shares no sight lines with yours
and I keep out ours.
Samira: What do you do?
-This and that.
-[laughs]
Dana: What do you and Rob do?
-I'm a civil litigation attorney.
-Wow. Hello she-E-O.
-Oh, I don't know what that is,
but good for you.
-Yeah. Rob is, uh, a book editor.
-Oh. How did you meet him?
-A Kaytranada concert actually.
-Kate Ranada? I'm going to look her up.
-Let me know what you find.
-Rob seems like he's romantic.
-He is. So, how long have you guys lived here?
Dana: Well, for me, just a couple of years.
I wanted somethin' with nature,
but my wife's idea of outdoorsiness
is like a restaurant with a patio.
So, this was our compromise. [laughs]
And then she got deployed.
-She's in the military too?
-Cannot confirm or deny.
Honestly, despite what two decades
of daytime television tell you,
there are a lot of people that don't care
for middle-aged lesbians.
-Uh-hmm.
-But I felt welcomed for the most part.
-I've been here eight months and ten days.
-That's precise.
-She's been here for freakin' ever.
Lynn: Not as long as some.
Marty and I moved here 15 years ago.
-Marty. I can't wait to meet him.
-Um, unfortunately, he passed.
-Oh, Lynn, I'm so sorry. I...
-Thank you. Heart attack.
It's been almost half a year, but...
I still feel his presence every day.
Dana: Here.
-Anyway, these wine nights really help.
It's a bit like family.
-That's right.
When you have neighbors, you're never alone
even when you wanna be. [giggles]
How'd you city kids end up here?
-Oh, well, Rob's parents, I'm sure you guys know
they, uh, retired to one of those timeshare
cruise ships last month. -That's a choice.
Not mine, but a choice.
-Well, they had been asking us to come out here.
We didn't wanna leave the city,
but our building got broken into.
-[gasps] Samira: We just felt like
maybe we should--
we should try it out, at least temporarily.
-Well, thank goodness you're safe and sound here with us.
-So, what's the deal with that Victorian house?
Chainsaw massacres, titanic cult,
uh, jilted bride who severed the head
of her lost unfaithful lover.
-It's haunted as shit.
The lights go on and off all the time by themselves.
-I've seen that.
-It could just be faulty wiring.
-A skeptic. I like it.
Dana: Lynn, you're the resident historian,
catch her up. Lynn: Well...
it was a little before my time.
[sighs] A family lived there.
-The Grants? -Yes.
And they had a daughter who...
-Died. -In the house?
Lynn: There had been whispers of mysterious circumstances
surrounding her passing, maybe even...
-Murder.
Lynn: And then the parents
moved away
and never sold the house.
-So, it just sits there rotting,
pissin' off the HOA.
God, I would give my left tit to go over there
and do a little ghost hunt.
Rory: Hi, everyone.
It's cookie time. Lynn: Oh.
Dana: It's like she just knows when my sugar drops.
[Rory giggles] -Rory likes to prey
on vulnerable shard sippers.
-Well, this is just much more lucrative
in this neighborhood than in mine.
Dana: The usual
and keep the change, honey.
-Hey, I saw a stroller at your door.
I am a great mother's helper,
if that's something that might interest you.
-How old are you? Rory: Thirteen next month.
I have my CPR certification,
and badges in child development,
early literacy, and swaddling.
-Swaddling? Okay Rory: Uh-hmm.
-Sunflower scouts. -My business card.
Feel free to reach out anytime.
-You are notary public? -Uh-hmm.
[car engine revving]
[tires screeching]
[upbeat music playing]
[car door slams] Dana: It's like they heard us.
-After all this time?
-We'd love a plot twist.
["Essence" by Wizkid feat. Tems playing]
♪ Ohh na-na ♪
♪ Omo je ka shi ge-ge woah ♪
♪ Ohh na-na ♪
Robert: You'd really like this book, I promise.
It's two guys talking about
medieval construction technique.
-You are so boring.
-You're so hot when you cook.
Robert: Thanks, babe.
How are the neighbors? -Uh, good.
A bit weird.
-Yeah. Well, this is a cul-de-sac.
-What's wrong with cul-de-sacs?
-The people are weird.
Robert: I didn't know people
are weird in cul-de-sacs.
Wait. Is it culs-de-sac?
Like attorneys general?
-This is give and get out.
-Yeah. I hear you.
Look, when my family first moved here,
some people didn't know how to feel about us.
But it's a nice area
and people like to think of themselves as nice.
So, they try to act nice until they're actually nice.
-That's nice. -Uh-hmm.
Don't get me wrong. I was still a sad little kid
until I found my people.
-By his people, he means an awkward,
gangly [indistinct] with a funny accent,
who had just been dragged across the pond
for his dad's new job. Naveen: Funny accent?
What are you talking about? Dude, your accent pulled.
-Still pulls, if we're being honest.
-You know, the girls call him Prince Rob.
-[scoffs] I don't think that's true.
Naveen: It's so true.
-Did you know the Victorian's for sale?
♪ Turn me out of my mind ♪
-Really? -I'm assuming that's what
the for sale sign means.
-Yeah. That would indicate that.
-So, why didn't you tell me somebody was murdered there?
-[scoffs] What are you talking about?
-The Grant girl.
-Yeah, right. Alison wasn't murdered.
That's just small town gossip.
-Alison.
So, what happened to Alison?
-[scoffs] I--honestly, like,
it was so long ago that I don't remember
a lot from about that. -But you did know her?
-Uh, yeah,
but in the same way that everybody knows their neighbor.
-Why wouldn't you tell me that?
-'Cause I didn't think it was relevant, babe.
It was like 20 years ago.
There's a reason they call Hinkley Hills
the safest town in America.
-Uh-hmm. Okay.
Well, is there anything else
you wanna tell me about this place?
-No.
[suspenseful music playing]
[marching band music playing]
man: Completed in 1902,
Hinkley House was built by Hinkley Hills founder,
H. Horace Hinkley.
The mining magnate and philanthropist purchased
25,000 acres of hillside forest in 1898
and developed it into the thriving suburb
that bears his name.
Today, Hinkley Hills
is more than just an idyllic bedroom community.
It is a shining example
of fellowship and family values.
Hinkley Hills, the safest town in America.
-[sighs]
[keyboard clacking]
[computer mouse clicks]
-[sighs] [keyboard clacking]
-Here we go.
[sighs]
Judy: Oh, hello. How may I help you?
-Do you have a periodical section,
collections of old newspapers, microfiche maybe?
-I'm doing okay. Thank you for asking.
-Oh. I'm sorry.
I am a new mom and I'm practically feral.
-I understand.
Oh, what a cute little mocha munchkin.
Uh, to answer your question,
yes, we have bound copies
of all the Hinkley Hills Heralds
dating back to 1946.
Is there a particular date you're interested in?
-March 15th, 2005.
One moment, please.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Judy clears throat]
I'm afraid that March volume has been checked out.
-Really? -It's due back in a week.
You can come back for it then.
-It's a date, Judy.
[eerie music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[door slams]
-Bill. You missed a spot, dear.
[lawn mower engine revving]
Samira: Oh, shit. She brought the dog.
Hmm, hmm, hmm.
It's not even her house.
What is she feeding that dog?
[doorbell rings]
-She gon' be mad when she get cussed out, some folks.
[Robert snoring]
Samira: Oh, my goodness.
-You are not gonna believe this.
[eerie music playing]
-Oh, my gosh.
-I know.
-So, are we gonna go in?
-Do White ladies love salads?
Hell yeah, we're goin' in.
BRB. I'm gonna go get Lynn.
-Rob, honey, if you were awake,
I would've asked what you thought, but oh, oh, well.
[door slams]
[eerie music playing]
-I just got a chill.
Did anybody else get a chill?
-I'll do it. -I was--I was gonna offer,
but it seems like you already offered.
-Oh, it's stuck.
Oh, well.
[bangs on door] [Dana grunts]
Lynn: Oh.
[door closes]
[door creaks]
-Okay. Everybody, be cool.
-I cannot be less cool right now.
Lynn: This place looks like a museum.
-Or a mausoleum.
-Oh.
-That's why the lights were on.
They were stagin' the house.
-Hi, home buyers. How can I help you?
-We are looking for an enormous house
for our niece.
-[laughs] Um, we would love a tour.
-[sighs] Follow me.
The owners have instructed
that interior photography is not permitted.
This is the library.
Dana: Very tasteful.
We enjoy literacy. Lynn: Uh-hmm.
real estate agent: All of the flooring is original
to the house, which was built in the Queen Anne's style.
As you can imagine, a little love
and a professional sander... Samira: Uh-hmm.
-...will go a long way.
Feel free to show yourselves around.
Excuse me. Hello there. Welcome.
Lynn: They discriminate against older female buyers.
This always happens.
Dana: Oh, please. Our niece?
You're a really bad liar.
-Well, I had to get him to take the bait
or he might have thrown us out.
-Well, it's an open house, so by definition...
-I'm gonna peek around.
[suspenseful music playing]
[light flickering]
-This is the ugliest kitchen I've ever seen.
[wood creaks]
[bolt clanking]
-Oh, no, no, no.
[camera clicks]
-When did you get here?
Okay.
[camera clicks]
[suspenseful music playing]
[door creaking]
[eerie music playing]
-That's creepy.
[light bulb explodes] -[screams, gasps]
Absolutely not.
-Everything okay, ma'am?
-Yes, I'm good. Great house. Beautiful house.
[suspenseful music playing]
[wolf howling]
[eerie music playing] [thunder rumbling]
Dana: Can you believe it?
After 20 years.
-End of an era. -So, any intel
on our new neighbors to be?
-It was an all-cash deal. Quick escrow too.
-Oh, they must have really wanted it.
-He. Just he.
-Go on. -Hmm, a doctor.
-How'd you find that out? -I have my ways.
He installed a security system which in my expert opinion
is overkill for a private residence.
You'd only need a security system that robust
if you are in danger
or you have something to hide or both.
Dana: I've never heard you say so many words at once.
-Well, I wish him luck with the monster mansion
and I hope he has a good contractor.
-And a good exorcist.
[eerie music playing] [thunder rumbling]
[truck beeping]
-Babe, get up. Robert: Hmm?
[mumbles] -Did you hear that?
Robert: What?
What?
[suspenseful music playing]
-What time is it? -2:00 AM.
Something's not right out there.
-Okay. That is so weird.
-Is that...
-No.
[suspenseful music playing]
-[gasps]
Naveen: Yeah. Samira: Uh-uh.
Those are for the new neighbor.
-But I'm sad and starving.
-Too bad, I'm being nice.
Isn't this the kind of place where the neighbors
act nice until they are nice?
-Yes, I did say that. -Yes, you did.
-Your mother's up to something.
-What? I just wanna know what his deal is.
Don't you? -Maybe he doesn't have a deal.
A guy moves into a dilapidated haunted house
at 2:00 AM. Come on.
-Uh-hmm. -He definitely has a deal.
-That is weird, weird.
-When did you pick that up?
-Ninja.
[upbeat music playing]
-[clears throat]
[wood creaking]
[crow squawking]
[suspenseful music playing]
[plate clanking]
[slow music playing]
-I got him.
Five minutes on the left boob
and he was out like a light.
-That's great, babe. -Great?
It's a miracle, okay?
If he can go to sleep when it's dark outside
in a stationary position, that is a game changer,
a life-affirming moment.
What are you looking at?
Robert: Your brownies are still there.
-Wait, really?
Why won't he eat the goddamn brownies?
-Uh, maybe he doesn't fuck with gluten.
-Then throw 'em out and give us the plate back.
That's a good plate. -It doesn't make sense.
Everyone likes brownies. They're the Beyoncé of dessert.
-And if they don't...
both: ...they're just being contrary.
-Jinx? Maybe he just didn't see you put 'em there.
-The camera was on, on.
-Hmm. Sorry.
I just love it when you get all lawyer-y.
-Order in the court. Robert: Oh, counsel,
please approach the bench. -I object.
-Is there anything else you've noticed?
-Hmm. -Curtains opening and closing.
Could he be watching us?
-Definitely could be.
Robert: I think we will, uh...
[Miles crying]
-He always knows.
-No, I got too cocky.
I flew too close to the sun and now he's punishing me
like a tiny vengeful God.
-It's all right. I'm gonna go drive him around.
Samira: Okay. [Miles crying]
Robert: I'm coming. I'm coming.
Samira: Thank you.
-I'll be back in a sec.
-Love you. Robert: Love you.
Get some rest, baby.
Come on.
[Samira sighs]
Fuck it.
[upbeat music playing]
-I'm reclaiming my plate.
Who does he think he is? Not eating my brownies?
I love my brownies. I eat them my damn self.
Uh-hmm.
[suspenseful music playing]
[thunder rumbling]
[crows squawking]
-He can keep the damn plate.
[door banging]
-[sighs] Shit!
[soft music playing] [crickets chirping]
[police car beeps] [chatter on radio]
-Hey, is everything all right?
-Hands where I could see 'em.
-What's happenin'?
-We got a call about a trespasser
at the old Grant house.
-And guess who matches the description.
Robert: Hey.
What the hell is going on?
-New owner said they saw a Black person
skulking around the property.
-This is a big misunderstanding.
-Is it? Because apparently it happened twice.
-I was just dropping off brownies.
-Hey. This is my wife
and our house where, where we lived with our son.
-Fuck off!
Robert Fisher?
Danny Daniels from high school.
I heard you moved back.
[Miles crying] [Danny laughs]
-It's okay. Baby, it's okay.
Mommy is right here. -Sorry, man.
You know we gotta take the call.
This is nuts.
[sighs] Consider this dropped, my good man.
-Okay.
-Aw. Yeah, don't worry about it.
They all kinda look like that at that age.
Robert Fisher, [laughs]
as I live and breathe.
You folks have a great evening.
-Thank you.
-Did you just thank the cops?
-Oh, shit.
[car engine revving]
-The fuck is wrong with me?
I'm sorry, babe. I--
We can't live across the street from someone like that.
I mean, what would have happened
if I hadn't gotten there when I did?
[doorbell rings]
-What's up, man? This is some bullshit.
That freak narc will rue the day
he stepped foot in Hinkley Hills.
Huh. Yeah, just used rue the day in a sentence.
[doorbell rings] Naveen: You're welcome.
[door opens and creaks]
Robert: Hey. Dana: Hey.
Todd told me what happened.
-I heard it on the police scanner.
Dana: The hell. What do you need, babe?
You need some wine?
How about some ice cream?
You want a hitman? I know people.
-I'm people. Say the word. Samira: Okay.
We can hold on the latter,
but I could use some wine.
-Yeah, it's the cure-all for all.
-Even racial profiling?
Todd: We share your rage.
He will not last long here.
Naveen: Spoken like a true hater.
I love this energy, my dude. [doorbell rings]
Dana: Oop, there's the sommelier now.
Lynn: Oh, Rob,
this is lunacy of outrageous proportions
and we won't stand for it.
Should I get some glasses?
-Yes, please make yourself at home.
[Lynn exhales] Dana: Come here.
Lynn: Okay. Yeah. Shove over.
I think we should all sleep here tonight
safety in numbers, hunkered down.
Someone should always be on watch, right?
Like in the Marines?
-Yes. I will-- I will be out front...
Lynn: Good. Okay, good. -...the entire time.
Dana: And a lot of coffee so I will--
I'll stay up all night. And sleep out there like a...
-Todd, um, we gotta, like,
stick together right now and form an alliance...
-Uh-uh. -...right?
-I'm a lone wolf. Lynn: As a united front.
-I got some big ass flashlights.
I'm gonna bring over about 10 of them.
-Do you have stuff that you brought home from the Marines?
Dana: I had a lot of stuff in the garage.
I just have to remember the password for that case.
Lynn: Oh, wow.
[dramatic music playing]
[wolf howling] [crickets chirping]
Samira: Are those fireflies?
Robert: Yeah.
-I always wanted to see fireflies growing up
but you can't see 'em in the city.
It's like spotting a fairy in the wild.
It's not fair.
I was just starting to feel at home here.
There's space and the community.
I damn sure don't wanna drag no stroll
up four flights of stairs.
[sighs]
I think we should stay.
I want Miles to have fireflies
and our family is not gonna be run out
by some racist, brownie-hating prick.
-We're doing this.
-Hell yeah, we doing this.
Robert: Comin' in?
-In a minute.
I wanna smell the sweet suburban air.
[eerie music playing]
-Oh, shit.
[suspenseful music playing]