-Okay. Walk with me on this.
Gary Wilson bought what is effectively
a rotting house.
According to insiders, there's a rumor
that Allison Grant's parents killed her
and buried her in the basement.
When I confronted Gary,
he said that his house had good bones.
Who says that?
If Gary bought this house because he's a murder enthusiast
obsessed with the promise of a dead girl's bones
or he murdered Allison Grant 20 years ago.
Naveen: Why the fuck do you still have her phone?
Get rid of it.
-Can I take a look at those Hinkley Hills Heralds
we were talking about from March 2005?
-No, I'm sorry. They're still not back.
-There's fire. Follow my lead.
-What are you doing? Gary: I'm simply enjoying
a bonfire on my property
which you can't seem to stay off of.
-That motherfu--
[birds chirping]
[dramatic music playing]
-Be a good girl, Darla.
[upbeat music playing]
♪ The further I go ♪
♪ The better I see ♪
Lynn: I swear to God. -[Darla barks]
You have just taken your last dump on my lawn, Darla.
♪ All around you and me ♪
♪ For several days in a row ♪
♪ La, la, la, la ♪ ♪ La, la, la ♪
♪ Cosmic voices ♪ ♪ Call me inside ♪
Agnes: Darla!
♪ And tell me ♪
♪ There is no need to hide ♪
♪ So in the hands ♪ ♪ Of the devil ♪
♪ I dance the cha cha ♪
♪ In the hands ♪ ♪ Of the devil I... ♪
[theme music playing]
♪ Get up, now ♪
♪ Place your feet ♪ ♪ On solid ground ♪
♪ Get up, now ♪
-Wow. -She's trying.
Robert: She is stunning.
Look how good your genes are, Miles.
[chuckles]
-Oh, you got a little--
Wait a minute. Lips is popping. -[knocking on door]
Lynn: Auntie Lynn is here.
-Thank you. Lynn: Oh, wow.
[gasps] Oh, your first post-baby date.
You deserve this.
-We really do. -Did you take a look
at the PDF that, uh, Roy and I spent hours making for you?
-All 12 pages... Samira: Okay.
...including the emergency numbers
in case I forget 911.
-Well, see? That's why we put it there.
-But we won't need that, will we, Miles?
No. And our first really nice time
is going to be a diaper change.
Yes.
-Hey, she's got this.
Come on. -Yeah.
-All right. Keys, phone, wife?
-Let's go. Let's go.
-[gasps] Did I mention how gorgeous you look?
-Oh.
-Oh. Um, you had a little breast milk.
-I get these titties all dressed up
and this is how they betray me. Ugh.
-Do you wanna go get changed? We got time.
We have a 50-minute grace period.
Samira: We can't go now.
Do you know how long it took me to get dressed?
-Uh, this feels like a trick.
-It is. Watch your mouth.
I was so looking forward to this.
Now I'm just gonna smell spoiled.
-Hey, it's fine, honestly.
Giordano's Italian can wait.
I mean, if you wanted, we can just send Lynn home,
get out of these clothes and put on some Shark Tank.
-You've got yourself a deal.
-Good. Because my business is cannibal.
♪ Live for you ♪
♪ Live for you, baby ♪
[quirky music playing]
♪ Anxiety... ♪
-What are you doing down there?
♪ I feel it quietly ♪
♪ Tryin' to silence me ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ My anxiety ♪ ♪ Can't shake it off of me ♪
♪ Somebody's watchin' me ♪ ♪ And my anxiety, yeah ♪
♪ Oh ♪
[growls]
♪ Oh ♪
Good bones...
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Me ♪
I told you the real purpose for Gary's bonfire,
didn't I? Lynn: Yes.
But why would Gary Wilson be burning library books?
-No, no, not library books.
Newspapers he checked out from the library
with an article about Allison Grant.
And last night while walking with Miles,
I saw Darla in front of Gary's house
with a bone.
Huge bone. A human-sized bone, okay?
And remember the rumor about Allison Grant's parents
burying her in the basement?
That's not a coincidence.
-What-- What does Rob think of all this?
-I haven't told him.
He wants me to drop the Gary stuff,
but I know there's something up.
I mean, you saw the way he got pissed at Agnes
when she mentioned an inspector, okay?
He's hiding something in there.
-Samira, I know what it's like.
You're a new mom.
Our hormones have evolved
to keep us in a hyper vigilant state.
And of course you want to keep your baby safe.
I think that you--
Little bitch!
Oh, if you dig out my azaleas, I swear to God!
Get out of here, you filthy, filthy mutt!
And don't come back with your filthy poop
all over my flowers.
[Darla whimpering]
Lynn: The next time I see you, I'm calling animal control.
[dramatic music playing]
-Hi. Robert: Hey.
I don't wanna rush her. I just feel like
it would be good for her to get out of the house.
Yeah, but I can't believe the GeoBros
was your first offer.
What are you gonna suggest next? Chuck E. Cheese?
Dude, you gotta try Drinkley's.
It's where, uh-- It's where Hank's used to be.
-Uh-huh. -But they got
the best fucking flatbreads.
-Oh, I fucking love flatbreads. -I know.
-We used to be out all the time.
We used to be fun. I wanna be fun together again.
Oh, my God. -What?
-What the fuck?
Oh, my God. I'm weird.
-You almost ate shit.
-No, I didn't.
-Nice ride, dude.
-It's a quick trike and it goes really fast.
You wanna give it a spin, Robert?
-Oh. Uh, I'm good. Thanks.
I didn't pack my Lycra. And you can call me Rob.
-Hmm. Interesting.
But Robert is your government-issued name, no?
Given to you by your parents, Beverly and Donovan Fisher?
-Uh, yes, that is my government-given name,
but no one's called me that since high school,
so just Rob now.
-An adult nickname.
That's quaint. -What's happening?
-Yeah, dude. Do you wanna explain yourself?
-Hmm. No, thank you.
Good day.
It goes fast forward,
but backwards, it's--
it's slower.
Robert: Oh, God.
-Ow. -Uh, you need--
-No.
-Gentlemen.
-Well, this has been one of the weirdest
20 seconds of my life. -Yeah.
-What was that about?
-Nothing. Just a friendly and productive conversation
between my fellow neighbors.
Nothing more, nothing less.
-You never use that many syllables
unless you're up to something. Spill it.
-I can either confirm nor deny.
-Come on, you can trust me.
-How's that knee feeling?
-My knee?
-Yeah. The other night in the woods
you were having trouble with your knee.
-Yeah?
-And now you're out on a brisk walk.
I guess it's feeling better.
-Yeah. It's a chronic knee problem.
It comes and goes.
-Is that something you'd maybe wanna talk over
with a trained professional or a very observant friend?
-No.
-Hmm. I see.
Have a good day.
[suspenseful music playing]
[water sprinkler swishes]
[suspenseful music playing]
Agnes: Darla! Darla?
-Then Kendrick comes back mere hours later
with a new song.
Then the next day,
released another song
and that immediately and definitely
crowned him the de facto victor.
And so that's why you don't get into a rap feud
with a Pulitzer Prize winner, you know what I'm saying?
It don't make no sense.
[Agnes screams]
Darla? Darla?
Darla? Darla? Darla!
Darla! She's gone!
She's gone!
Darla!
[suspenseful music playing]
[sighs]
Agnes: Darla!
[knocking on door]
[indistinct chatter on police radio]
[Agnes sighs]
-Oh, hello, Danny.
-Hiya, Lynn. Sorry to bother.
We're just following up on a call
from a concerned neighbor.
-Unhand my dog,
you sniveling coward!
-You mean, your mother-in-law?
-I'm afraid that's confidential.
[sighs]
-Agnes, how can you possibly think
I did something to your beloved hellhound?
-Ugh. You see? You see the vitriol?
Danny: Look. We both know
you didn't really do anything with the dog.
I mean, this is-- This is crazy town USA, all right?
Totally. So, if you can just let me inside,
have a quick look around,
we can both get back to playing Call of Duty.
Sound good? -No!
-I knew it. Guilty! She's guilty!
-Lynn, come on.
Lynn: No!
-What do you mean no? -You can't.
-Why?
Did you kill the dog?
-No.
But I know my rights.
And you need a warrant.
-[sighs] Don't be such a narc.
Agnes: We'll be back with a warrant tomorrow.
We are gonna nail your saggy little bottom.
Isn't that right, Daniel?
-Yes, mother.
[mouthing]
Hey, Siri, how do you get a warrant?
Like, obviously I know how
but can you tell me anyway for fun? As a bit.
[suspenseful music playing]
[dog toy squeaking]
-Darla. -Darla.
-Goddamn it, Darla.
-You're gonna have to be louder than that.
Darla!
-The best money can buy.
Only a dog's ears can hear.
-I'll bet Agnes faked this whole thing
just to get me sanctioned or repatriated or some other BS.
-Seriously, Lynn,
what-- what-- what is it with you two and the drama?
Lynn: She's jealous of me. -Uh-huh.
Lynn: Always has been.
Marty and I used to have
the best parties on the block.
Agnes, being a joyless harridan
used to love shutting us down.
She blocked me from being in the HOA
out of jealous spite.
That woman will never cease to bend a bylaw
to her own twisted liking.
In fact, if her dog is really missing,
and that is a very big "if," it's her fault.
Why hasn't Darla ever been written up
for running around without a leash?
-HOA rule 14, section 12.
-It is in the statutes.
Hey, guys. Evidence spotted!
Oh.
DAF?
-Um, Dusty As Fuck?
-Darla Agnes Festersen. -Hmm.
-No, don't touch it. Lynn: Oh.
Dana: It's right on your property line.
You might as well get caught red-handed.
[bird cawing]
Lynn: You know, there could be a simple explanation.
Darla ran into the woods, picked a fight
with a posse of raccoons, and is halfway to heaven.
RIP. Good riddance.
Tod: It's a gaze.
They're called a gaze of raccoons.
-You know, it's also on Gary's property line.
What if he took the dog?
Okay. I'm gonna go ahead and say it.
I saw Darla sniffing around these doors multiple times.
What if he took Darla?
Agnes threatened him with the inspector,
and we already know how he feels about people
looking around his house. Case in point.
What if this is his revenge on her?
Tod: Hmm.
-What if Darla is in his house right now?
-[Dana gasps] -Well, if she is,
we have to go in there and clear my good name.
-Yes.
-And save Darla.
-If she's not dead yet. She's probably dead.
-Why would you say something like that, Tod?
She is not dead, okay?
And we're gonna do something now.
-That's right. -Because no dog dies
on my watch. Samira: Yeah.
-That is a lesbian oath. We gotta go. Now.
-Maybe we should, um--
Maybe we should invite ourselves over
for a neighborly visit, right?
Charm ourselves inside and see if we can find Darla?
-Yes. Tonight, we could go in
with that belated house warming gift as cover.
-Mm-hmm. -And I have several bottles
of room-temperature mediocre chardonnay
that I am happy to regift.
-Really?
-You had to know some time.
Tod: No, I like this plan.
Very Greek.
[groovy R&B music playing]
-Hey, my love.
-Hey, honey.
-Daddy's home.
I'm ready for take two on date night.
[gasps] Hey, little man.
[Miles babbling]
-Daddy's gonna get white girl wasted
on one voddie tea.
-I'm sorry, babe, I can't.
-Oh. Um--
-I'm just so tired, you know.
I mean, all day with Miles.
I'm barely standing up now.
-No, I understand.
-But you should go out, do something,
see what Naveen's up to? -No, no.
-Yes, yes. -I'll stay here with you two.
-Come on, babe. I know how much you've been dying to get out.
-Yeah, I do. Ironed my best shirt.
I'm not wasting my Farmagan on Naveen.
-You've been amazing and you deserve to
go and have some fun.
-I guess I could go for like one tiny little--
-Yes!
-I'm not sure if Naveen is even gonna be--
[cell phone vibrating]
Oh, no. Naveen is free.
-Ooh. I swear that guy's in our walls or something.
Well, go. Have a good time.
I mean it. -Okay.
Daddy's gonna go get lit! I won't.
I'll just have one glass of wine and then fall asleep.
Lynn: This could backfire.
-Yeah, but I wanna do this for you.
-And Darla.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Samira sighs]
See you soon. -Be careful.
[suspenseful music playing]
[doorbell dings]
-Hello?
Anyone home?
-He's not home.
-Why would he leave his door open if he's not home?
-Maybe we can check for him in the back or the basement.
-Or maybe he's washing his body.
-Like taking a shower?
-Yeah, whatever you...
-Why don't we pop in and find out?
-You can't just break in, Samira!
-From a legal standpoint, we're not breaking in, okay?
We're walking into an unlocked house.
-Yeah, but is that legal?
-It's not a felony.
We have wine. -Mm-hmm.
Samira: We'll announce ourselves.
-[sighs] -Think about Darla.
-Let's go then.
Samira: Hello?
Gary, it's your neighbors.
-It's your friendly neighbors...
announcing ourselves.
-And we wanted to apologize
for, um, our recent in--
-Intrusive behavior. Not cool.
-We also brought you four bottles of the same wine.
-[door bangs] -[gasps]
-Shit!
Tod: Probably just the draft.
-This place gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Tod: I mean, it's-- it's all the same.
-What do you mean?
-The furniture.
It's all the same staging furniture
from the open house.
Gary didn't change one thing.
-That's so odd.
-If Tod says it's odd,
what do you think it means? Tod: I think it means
he's not planning on staying very long.
[ominous music playing]
Samira: And maybe that's the door to the basement.
[floor creaking]
Samira: Come on. Darla could be this way.
Dana: Darla? Here, girl.
[floorboard creaks]
Yep. I just peed a little.
[object thuds]
-He's here.
Dana: Psst.
Let's look for Darla elsewhere.
[ominous music playing]
[hip-hop music playing]
-Thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct conversation]
Robert: Thank you.
Wow.
This place is unrecognizable.
Too bad my house didn't get the floors it used to be.
-Mm-hmm. -And that pinball machine
that they had over there in the corner.
-Yeah, remember that thing gave me a staph infection?
Dude, never forget.
-RIP Hank's, man. -Mm-hmm.
-That place had a certain unsanitary charm.
This is, dare I say, kind of hip.
-Right? I mean, it sort of has that jubilant
and slightly horny energy like a local bar
on the night before Thanksgiving.
-Hmm. -Oh, yo, check it.
Glad that guy survived the regime change.
You know he worked for Hank for a few years?
-Oh, yeah. -Afrobeats in Hinkley Hills?
Come on, man.
I wonder if they'd let me do a DJ residency.
-You know, maybe this place has genuinely changed.
Danny: Naveen the Peen.
-Spoke too soon.
-Oh, good old Benedict Cumberbitch.
-Ah, still a classic.
-You two lovebirds on a date, huh?
And that cute little shirt. Hmm, it's cute.
-That's kind of homophobic, dude.
-Oh, come on. Don't be such a snowflake.
Mind if I join you? -It's a two-top, so...
-Yeah, Naveen has a staph infection.
Pull up a pew.
-I freaking love this place, huh.
It's my home away from home.
Don't get me wrong, I love being with the fam,
but, uh, as men, we gotta be let off the leash,
you know? Biologically wired to wander.
That's just science.
-Did you learn that from a podcast?
-Yeah.
So, Barbarella, how's dad life treating ya?
-Yeah. You know, it's, um-- it's a bit of a learning curve
but we're figuring it out. -I hear you.
Those first few months after Ainsley was born...
[exhales]
...Lauren started secretly burning our mail.
All of it.
She thought it was being laced with Anthrax.
-What? Really? -Yeah, lost a lot
of good Sports Illustrated that year.
But hey, that's postpartum for you.
Shit is real.
-Yeah. I mean, it-- it is.
You know, sometimes I wish I could just
crawl inside my wife's head.
That way I might know what she needed from me.
Danny: Aww.
Don't feel bad. It's not your fault.
Women are complex, beautiful creatures,
evolutionarily designed for resilience, okay?
Most men can't even begin to comprehend
what childbirth does to a woman.
-Yeah, that's, um-- Wow.
-Which is why you gotta lay down the law,
make 'em listen to reason. Otherwise, those crazy bitches,
they're never gonna stop burning the mail.
You feel me? -I like that less.
-Almost had us in the first half.
-All right. I got the next round.
What do you two ladies want?
Froses?
-Good stuff. -Roasted! [chuckles]
-I feel like I've been emotionally wedgied.
Samira: Let's go check upstairs. Tod: What?
No. I think we should fuck the fuck off.
-[floor creaking] -[footsteps stomping]
-I-- I'm with Tod. Fuck the fuck off. Come on.
-We're already here. Let's go check for Darla.
[suspenseful music playing]
[mouthing]
-You guys...
-Darla is not here, okay?
We-- We made a valiant try but we need to get out of here.
[all screaming]
[screaming]
-Who are you? Why are you in my house?
-Who are we? Who are you?
-Betsy.
Betsy Wilson, Gary's wife.
-Wife? He has a wife?
-We are so sorry. This is a misunderstanding.
We-- We're your neighbors.
-Hello-- Hello, neighbor. -[Tod sighs]
-Hi. I'm Samira.
-Dana. Dana Richards.
-Tod-- Tod Mann. One D, two Ns.
-We wanted to bring, um, a gift by to welcome Gary--
Well, you both to the neighborhood. Um--
-The door-- The front-- front-- front door was unlocked.
It's not-- It's not a crime. Dana: Yeah.
But it is a security breach and concerning.
-That's right. So we knew we needed to come in
and make sure that you were safe.
-[chuckles] You said you brought a-- a gift?
-Yes. We brought a bouquet of wine.
-Yes. Dana: For us to all share
together as... [clears throat] neighbors in fellowship.
-Get ready for the puns. -We'll have a chardy party,
if you will.
-Join us. It's Chablis a grape time.
Dana: We were gonna bring red,
but we were like maybe pinot, pi-not.
Pi-- [laughs] We're working on that one.
[laughter]
-After you.
-After us.
[cuckoo clock bird bellowing]
[soft instrumental jazz music playing]
[clears throat]
[chuckles] You know, we--
we had no idea that Gary was married,
'cause, you know, we haven't seen you around.
-Are you married?
-Oh, yes, very happily married
to my wife Julia.
-Haven't seen her around much either.
-Well, she's been away.
-Cute picture. Is that your family?
-It came with the frame.
-Hmm.
So how did you and Gary meet?
-Online.
-Okay.
Been together a while?
-We're newlyweds. -Oh. Yeah,
just like me and my husband. We've been married
for eight months. City hall wedding.
We also have a 10-week-old. You do the math.
That's our story. What about you?
-I'm not pregnant, if that's what you're asking.
-Same here. [laughs]
You do the math and the science.
It's not gonna happen.
Unless I pay to do it in a--
Or informally with a friend.
-Just stop, stop.
-Whoa. The wine just hit me there.
-Oh.
You actually have anything to eat?
I might need something to soak up the alcohol
before I stumble on home.
-You want a snack?
-Snacks. We love snacks.
-Let me see what I can whip up.
Dana: Thank you, Betsy. Samira: Yes.
-I hope she makes burgers.
♪ Let's poke around ♪ ♪ At Fisher's house ♪
♪ Snooping like ♪ ♪ A little mouse ♪
Shh. Don't tell anyone.
There you go.
Hmm.
[playful music playing]
What do we have here, Mr. Miles?
Should we see what Don's investment portfolio is, hmm?
Oh. What's this?
2005?
[clears throat]
"Robert chose a proclivity towards violence.
Prone to outbursts and antisocial behavior.
It's clear he doesn't have many friends.
The patient's most overwhelming emotion is rage."
Rob? Our Rob?
[upbeat music playing]
Naveen: I mean, is it gauche to ask
for a promotion in this climate?
Megan's parents paid for the house
but it's still gonna be hard to live the Brie
and Jamon Iberico lifestyle
that I'm accustomed to on one salary.
-Hey, don't look now,
but I think you got a little admirer over there
that is giving you some serious pupil action.
-What time?
-10 o'clock.
Subtle.
That is not subtle.
-She's not looking at me, dude.
-Yes, she is. -No. She's not.
-Hey, can you stop being such a wet flannel?
I know the split's new
but this could be a good opportunity for you--
oh, my gosh, she's coming over. Okay. Act cool.
Do not talk about your DJing.
-Hi. Naveen: Dance hall,
R&B, uh, hip-hop, stuff like that.
Uh, uh, uh, uh-- I DJ.
Oh, sorry. Hi. Uh, what up?
-I'm so sorry to interrupt.
Um, we actually signed up for next game.
-Oh. Oh, shoot. We totally stole your spot.
-No, no, no, no. No rush. No rush.
I just wanted to let you know that we're next. [laughs]
And, um, I'm actually down to play whoever wins.
-Good thing my middle name is Winner.
-[laughs] Uh, I was hoping for that.
I'm-- I'm Kate.
And-- Oh, sorry, what's your first name?
-Naveen. Um, you know what?
Let me clean this up and, uh,
buy you a drink and we can get a game going?
-Yeah. -Yeah?
Kate: Yeah. -Yeah. Okay. All right.
[mouthing]
-I think that is my cue to leave you to it.
-Maybe it is. -You got this.
-Oh. -Oh. Quite the presentation.
Dana: Fancy.
[Samira chuckles]
-Sardine.
Are you still hungry?
Because if not,
I should probably-- -Yes.
Starving.
Right, guys? Aren't you?
-Not me.
-I'm trying to cut back.
-On what?
-Well, that's fine, because I love it.
It's great for breastfeeding, you know,
oily fish with all the omegas.
Oh, slippery little sucker.
Hmm, yum, yum, yum, yum.
Hmm, the little baby body.
Crunchy.
Creme de la creme.
-Eh, shit, I'll give it a try.
Samira: Whoa.
My hands are so oily.
Don't you hate when that happens?
Dana, you wanna come to the bathroom with me
while I wash my hands?
I might need an extra set of hands.
-Yes, I would be glad to.
And that way, I'll know where the bathroom is
in case I have to go to the bathroom,
which I will because I have a tiny bladder.
Betsy: It's at the top of the stairs.
-Great.
Tod: Hmm.
Kinda just slides right down. [chuckles]
Samira: Let's try the basement.
Dana: Are you sure it's this way?
Samira: No.
-[loud thud] -[coughs]
-Oh. Uh, dust in my throat.
-You know, I should probably go check on your friends.
-You know, the paint in the library
is an interesting hue.
Is that pink or is it tea rose or...
-I'd say it's more of a flesh.
-The basement.
Dana: Darla?
After you.
[mouthing]
Yeah.
[softly] Darla?
Darla?
Here, girl.
Darla.
[suspenseful music playing]
-Oh, my goodness.
She's really in there.
Dana: Darla?
What are you talking about?
-It's the grave...
of Allison Grant.
Samira: Quick. We don't have a lot of time.
-Samira, what is going on?
-Remember when I told you Allison Grant's parents
killed her and buried her in the basement?
-Well, allegedly I thought, but yes.
Wait.
What about Darla?
Did you bring us here under false pretenses?
-We're still looking for Darla and Allison,
who I think Darla partially found
because I saw her the other night with a bone
that she got from Gary's trash can.
-Do you mean that Gary might have killed that girl?
-Maybe. -And then he killed Darla
because she knew too much? She didn't ask for that.
She just went and shit in someone's yard.
-He did say the house had good bones.
Dana: Another meaning of the real estator.
That bastard bought this house as a trophy
so he could bask in his terrible crime.
-Exactly. And destroy the evidence,
anything he can get his hands on,
anything he can disinter.
-Why didn't you tell us about any of this?
-I didn't want you to think I'm crazy.
I need to prove it to myself.
I need to know I'm not losing my mind.
You believe me, don't you, Dana?
-What do you think?
[upbeat music playing]
-Proper form, soft elbows, bent knees.
20 years of topsoil and annual moisture.
The remains are likely skeletal
and they're probably in pieces, so investigate all solid things.
Let's go.
-So you chose not to add any new decor
or personal touches to-- to your home?
-Oh. Well, we-- we thought we'd finish,
um, fixing up the place.
-Well, you're gonna need permits here,
you know, historical landmark and what have you.
Why don't you go outside?
-I'm allergic to the sun.
Robert: Hey. -[gasps] Oh. Jesus.
Rob. You startled me.
-Where's Samira?
-I think I hit something.
-A bone? -It's hard...
and wet.
-What?
-Shit.
It's a pipe.
[upbeat music playing]
Tod: I like the wallpaper.
Do you see all the eyes,
all the eyes on the wall looking back at us?
-I've always seen the eyes. -Hmm.
I often think I'm the only one who--
who sees the things I see.
-How do you mean? -Hmm.
You know, a detail
but here we are, seeing the same thing.
-She had to run errands.
-What? Now? It's nearly 10 o'clock.
-You're not angry, are you?
[door opens]
-Oh. Hi.
Samira: Damn, damn, damn! Dana: What are we gonna do?
Maybe we, uh, put a bunch of dirt on top
and see if it'll soak it all up? -It's worth a try.
Let's do it.
[both grunting]
[suspenseful music playing]
Oh, hi.
-Okay. Good night.
-She'll be back any minute.
I-- I-- I know it. -What the hell?
Lynn: Um...
I just want you to know
that we all think of you
as a very kind, gentle, even-keeled person.
Robert: Right, yeah. Okay. Good night, Lynn.
[dramatic music playing]
♪ Suspense is building ♪
♪ I don't wanna ♪ ♪ Leave my home ♪
♪ It was at a distance ♪
♪ I see them peeping ♪ ♪ Through my window ♪
♪ Will you believe me? ♪
-Well, thanks for stopping by, neighbors.
Let's not do this again soon.
And I'll send you a bill for the pipe.
♪ Suspense keeps building... ♪
[Darla barks]
♪ ...when I'm all alone ♪
-Darla, my sweet baby!
-He saved the dog!
Agnes: Come here, baby. Oh, you, baby girl.
Oh, my baby, you're home.
Here's your favorite bone.
Gray: She was just wandering Ashfield Crest.
-Thank you so much. Oh! Oh, my hero!
You brought me my baby. -[Darla barks]
Oh, thank you. Come on, baby girl.
Come on.
-Great. Now he's a hero.
-A dog saved is a dog saved.
I-- I sense this somehow peeves you.
-I guess you're off the hook now.
-I guess I am.
-Hey, I learned that I like sardines,
so, you know, win-win.
Dana: I'm gonna go soak my blisters.
Tod, come help me.
-Coming.
-Oh, thanks for the wine!
Robert: I mean, put aside the fact that you lied to me
about going out tonight,
you broke into the house of the guy.
-There was no breaking, just entering.
-Yeah, okay. Of a guy
who has already called the cops on you
and then you start vandalizing his property.
Why were you even in there? -I was looking for Agnes's dog.
-Agnes can look after her own dog.
For God's sakes, Samira.
This was so reckless and dangerous and illegal.
He could've called the cops on you again.
You could've been hurt.
-But I'm okay. And he didn't.
I also feel like you're glossing over
this whole secret wife thing.
He has a woman stashed in his house like a doll.
-She's not the one breaking into people's houses
and ripping up their basements. -You don't understand.
-No, I-- I don't.
So help me. Please, help me to understand.
Samira: Okay.
Maybe it's not about the dog. -What then?
-I know--
I know something's wrong.
That guy is up to something and I need you to believe me.
-What do you think he's up to?
-He's digging up Allison Grant's bones.
-Samira, I've told you that is just a rumor.
-Do you know what he was burning in that bonfire the other night?
-Yeah, I don't. Logs. -Newspapers.
-Yeah, as kindling. That's how people start fires.
-Newspapers from 2005, Rob.
Newspapers about her, about Allison Grant.
-What? Why didn't you tell me this?
-I was trying to find information online
and I couldn't.
And-- And I started digging.
He was burning evidence about her death.
You-- You have to know that there is--
-Enough! Okay? It was 20 years ago.
Her body isn't down there.
So just drop it.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm-- I'm just tired.
[sobs]
I'm sorry.
Samira, I'm sorry. -It's okay.
Consider it dropped.
-So she thought the dead girl's bones were down there?
-I mean, I get the instinct.
The vibes radiating off of Gary, I don't like him.
He's a kind of person that you wanna hold your breath
when he walks by.
And if he called the cops on me,
oh, man, I would hold that grudge
until the end of time.
Don't get me started on
the night gown lady in the house either.
-In a way, she kind of reminds me of you.
-What do you mean?
-Well, just in that she can't leave the house
and you don't leave the cul-de-sac.
-Of course I leave the cul-de-sac.
Tod: No, you don't. I-- I would see it.
I mean, I-- I see everything.
-It's just I--
I like having clear boundaries set.
No surprises. I know what to expect.
And then, I don't worry, okay?
Tod: Agoraphobia is kind of at odds
with your rambunctious
live, laugh, love personality, no?
-Yeah, well, people are complicated.
For example, I wouldn't guess that adult Charlie Brown
would be deeply into avant-garde Japanese workwear,
but we all contain multitudes, don't we?
Okay. Showed you mine, you gotta show me yours.
-Show you my what?
-Your big secret from yesterday.
Come on. Tod: Well,
I found a police report.
-And?
-Let's just say it's not Gary
that we need to be worried about.
[dramatic music playing]
It's Rob.
♪ One is ♪ ♪ The loneliest number ♪
♪ That you'll ever do ♪
♪ Two can be as bad as one ♪
♪ It's the loneliest number ♪ ♪ Since the number one ♪
♪ No is the saddest ♪ ♪ Experience ♪
♪ You'll ever know ♪
♪ Yes, it's the saddest ♪ ♪ Experience ♪
♪ You'll ever know ♪
♪ Because one ♪ ♪ Is the loneliest number ♪
♪ That you'll ever do ♪
♪ Because one ♪ ♪ Is the loneliest number ♪
♪ That you'll ever know ♪
♪ Because one ♪ ♪ Is the loneliest number... ♪
-Where'd you go?
Robert: Just grabbing some water.
♪ Because one ♪ ♪ Is the loneliest number ♪
♪ That you'll ever do ♪
♪ Because one ♪ ♪ Is the loneliest number ♪
♪ That you'll ever know ♪
♪ One ♪ ♪ Is the loneliest number ♪
♪ That you'll ever do ♪
♪ One ♪ ♪ Is the loneliest number ♪
♪ That you'll ever do ♪