-I'll see you at the block party on Sunday, right?
-What block party?
Lauren: The HOA throws it every year.
The whole village comes.
-Marty's famous pie.
-Don't you dare touch that woman's pie.
-I wanted to tell you to stop ignoring my lawyer.
-DJ Machine, you were looking a little dry.
-Are you trying to get me drunk, man?
Robert: Naveen! Agnes: Stop it!
What were you drinking? Bill: Those boys are always
getting themselves into trouble.
-I wish I could tell her I'm sorry.
-Megan or Kate? -Alison.
Tod: Okay, buddy. Let's get you home.
I have him. He's loose and ready to talk.
-Copy. I'll see you in five.
-I'm trying to imagine Rob and Naveen as teenagers.
Megan: They had this secret underground place.
Naveen called it The Pit.
Samira: Okay, this might sound crazy,
but 20 years ago, a teenage girl was murdered out here.
And I thought it was our new neighbor who did it.
But now, I think it was Rob.
He knew the girl and he lied about it.
He left her a voice message
saying that she regret whatever she did to him.
He had anger problems. He saw a psychiatrist.
And the other night, he was wielding a knife.
Robert: Samira,
what are you doing here?
[insects chirping]
[phone trilling, beeps]
Young Alison: Rob, please, answer your phone.
Don't be such a dick.
[sighs]
[rustling]
-[sighs] Oh, thank God.
I was starting to think you weren't coming.
[animal howling] -John?
It's me. It's Alison.
Rob, is that you?
[screams]
[groans, gasps]
[theme music playing]
Samira: Don't come any closer.
-Samira, what are you doing down here?
-What am I doing down here?
What are you doing down here?
And, uh, why does your mother have a dead girl's phone?
-She doesn't. I put it there.
-I knew it. -Samira.
-Stay back. Stay back or I will...
-Or what? Slay me by a cell?
-Shit, I might.
Tell me the truth.
Okay. I heard the voice message on this phone,
on Alison's phone.
-What message?
-This one. [phone beeps]
Young Robert: Alison, this isn't cool.
You're going to regret this.
You're fucked.
-What did you do to that girl? Did you kill her?
-What? -Did you kill her
in a teenage rage and hide her body
in your creepy underground lair?
-Are you out of your mind?
-Answer me! Robert: Jesus, no!
Do you actually think I could be capable
of doing something like that?
-You tell me.
-Samira, you know me.
-From where I'm standing, I don't--
I don't know anything about you.
-Well, then, maybe it's time that you did.
[dramatic music playing]
♪ Sha, sha-ba-da, ♪ ♪ sha-ba-da-ca ♪
-We shouldn't have let her go in there by herself.
-Ah, Alison knows what she's doing.
I mean, she said she's almost done this before.
Young Robert: My mom says people who hang out
at Hank's are trash.
I mean, we don't know who this guy is.
We could go to jail.
-Nah, juvie, the worst.
-Okay. Well, what if we need to hire lawyers?
I mean, we can't hire lawyers without them
telling our parents. -Oh, shit.
Here she comes. [exhales]
Play it cool, cool, cool. ♪ A melancholy town ♪
♪ Where we never smile ♪ ♪ and all I wanna... ♪
-Play it cool, play it cool. man: Whoa, look at this!
Young Robert: Holy shit.
Did she actually do it?
-I'm starting to think you're not really
living life on the edge.
-What? And you are? Since when?
-[laughs] What's up, nerds? [Young Naveen exhales]
-Now, who thought I couldn't do it?
-I never had a doubt in my mind.
-Yeah. I mean, if anything, he believed in you too much.
-Aww. -Bunker?
-Yeah. -Bunker.
♪ Love forever, ♪ ♪ love is free ♪
♪ Let's turn forever, ♪ ♪ you and me ♪
♪ Windmill, windmill ♪ ♪ for the land ♪
♪ Is everybody in? ♪
Young Robert: Let me get some. -That was a lot.
-Let me get some. -Oop.
Young Robert: There we go. Take it easy now, please.
Young Naveen: Okay. -What do you guys think?
-What is that? Young Robert: Uh, my tune or DJ?
-Yeah. ♪ One, two, three ♪
♪ My baby don't mess around ♪
♪ Because she loves me so ♪
♪ And this I know fo sho ♪
-Yo, could I borrow your cellphone real quick?
Young Alison: Okay. Look, I want to support you...
Young Naveen: I'm gonna get it this time.
-Why don't you go back to the card tricks...
Young Naveen: Oh. -...from last week?
-I have to master sleight of hand
using heavier objects.
Houdini spent hours,
you know, doing knuckle exercises, untying knots.
-Yeah. You know, that knot thing you showed me
was actually pretty cool.
-Yeah, this is what practical magic is all about.
-Okay. No. Hey, give that back.
-Hold on a sec.
Okay. In my hand,
I have an ordinary cell phone...
-My cell phone. -...from a brave volunteer.
Now, the single swipe of my hand,
your phone will disappear.
Young Alison: Oh, shit! -[laughs]
-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Is it okay?
-It's all good. -Nice one, Naveen.
-Shut up.
-Your parents would've been pissed, huh?
-Not really. As far as they're concerned,
the less contact I have with the outside world, the better.
They threatened to take away my computer.
Young Naveen: Maybe they're just worried that you're
messaging random strange men
in online chat rooms.
-I'm assuming they don't want you to get hurt.
That's what he's saying.
-You know what? I honestly don't think
they give a shit what happens to me
as long as I'm stuck on this fucking cul-de-sac forever.
-Are you still upset they didn't let you go to that audition?
Because I promise, they'll be [inaudible]
-They act like being a backup dancer
is the same thing as being a stripper.
-Well, maybe if you just talked to them.
-No.
There's no point,
but they'll see.
One day, they'll wake up,
and I would just be gone.
[dramatic music playing]
-In the meantime, let's get wasted.
Whoo.
[Agnes humming]
Robert, we go around the Hogan door and hollering.
Young Robert: Around what? [retch, spits]
-Robert Fisher, what's the matter with you?
Are you drunk? -No, Mr. Fester--Mrs. Fester--
that would be illegal.
I just had some bad orange juice.
-You're still running around with that Grant girl,
aren't you?
When I tell your mother...
-Please don't. Agnes: Robert,
I expect better from you.
-[sighs]
-We all do.
-What a fucking stupid town.
A fucking piece of...
Samira: No, no, stay away from me!
-I'm just turning on the light.
-Oh, okay.
-Look, I get why you're feeling like you are.
I mean, it must have been pretty crazy to discover
a secret underground bunker with a morbid shrine
to a missing teenage girl.
-This is not helping your case.
-I know what it looks like, okay?
But Samira, you do know me.
I would never ever have hurt Alison.
-You swear on Miles' life?
-Yes. I'd never lie to you.
-Okay. Let's back that up
because there are a lot of lawyers and wives
that would say that obscuring and withholding the truth
constitutes as lying.
-Okay. Yes.
Uh, I never intentionally lied to you,
but I only ever withheld the truth
because I really, really didn't wanna go there.
-Well, we're going there.
Now.
-Okay.
The truth is,
I don't know exactly what happened to Alison,
but I am responsible.
[suspenseful music playing]
[soft quirky music playing]
Rory: Please look into the doorbell cam.
State your name and the family password.
-Rory, is that you?
It's me, Lynn Gardner,
the cookie addict you sell to every week.
You know me.
Rory: And the most recent family password?
-[sighs]
Juvenile of the Cash Money Hot Boys.
-Thank you for announcing yourself
as a trustworthy adult.
You may enter.
-Where are our two favorite Fishers...and Rob?
-Well, Miles is in his bouncer, but as for the adults,
your guess is as good as mine, Mrs. Gardner.
Samira was here, then she wasn't.
Rob came by, but he left, too.
Did they go back to the party?
Was it that good? Lynn: Oh, no.
No. No, no, no.
This was the best thing about it.
So I brought some to share.
Aww.
[chuckles] [Miles cooing]
-Hi.
-It is getting late
and my parents are gonna worry if I don't get home soon,
but I can't leave Miles.
-Oh, I can watch him.
You? You can go.
I've done it before. He loves me.
-Okay. I'll just text Samira. Lynn: Uh-hmm.
Rory: Her stored milk is in the fridge.
He needs to eat again
in about an hour... Lynn: Uh-huh.
-...before he goes down. -Okay.
-Oh, and he's really into light jazz right now.
-Ah. -Bye.
-So, what are we gonna get into this time, Mr. Miles?
Are you going to be a well-behaved baby?
No?
Because Auntie Lynn has a headache.
Sugar does that to me.
You'll understand when you're older.
Whoa. Let's see.
What do we have here inside down
at the Fishers' medicine cabinet?
Testosterone booster?
Oh, Don. How dear.
Aspirin. Oh, there we are.
Down the hatch.
[suspenseful music playing]
-Is that a Rothko?
Tod: Hello, Naveen.
-[grunts]
You said you were taking me home?
Tod: I did. I meant mine.
And yeah, it's a Rothko,
one of his lesser-known pieces,
but still a fucking Rothko.
-Who are you?
Dana: You up?
How you doing, big guy?
-Oh, okay.
I get it. Message received.
-What message? -Oh, good.
-Y'all saw me sippin' and slurrin',
mixing my Midori's with my sours at the block rager,
and now you're worried about old DJ Naveen the Machine.
Is his life falling apart?
Has he hit rock bottom?
Well, I'm touched.
But just so you know, I can stop any time I want.
-Yeah, your circumstantial drinking is not why we're here.
-Not that we don't care about you, buddy, but...
-Hmm. -...way off.
What do you know about the disappearance
and possible murder of Alison Grant?
-That's what you guys kidnapped me for?
-You're free to go at any time. I mean...
-Good. Good.
-Uh-uh.
No.
You...
-Ow! What the hell?
-You're the one that slapped yourself, dumbass.
[dings] -What, what, what was that?
No. Where is he going?
Dana: We thought maybe you'd be overjoyed
to unburden yourself.
-Unburden myself
for the kind of day that I've had?
My soon to be ex-wife is sleeping with my dentist.
I totally blew it with the hot widow,
and I have the kind of 7:00 PM hangover,
that means I'm not gonna sleep tonight,
and I'm gonna be thinking about every regret
that I have in my life,
and feeling my body for possible cancers.
But you wanna dredge up the past.
-Let's forget about the past for a minute.
You look starved.
-Yeah. Tod: That's right.
Soak it up, buddy.
-Nice good cop.
-Hmm.
-So, uh, my partner and I here
have been looking into some loose ends
in the Alison Grant case,
and there's no good way to tell you this,
but a lot of loosies are pointing towards you.
-Oh, God. -You and Rob were questioned
by the police, right? -Yeah.
And we gave statements.
-Yeah. And what did you tell them?
-You guys know. You saw the police report.
-Goddamn it! You little fucking punk.
This cul-de-sac is meant to be safe.
And I'm gonna make sure that it stays safe,
so you're gonna tell me right now
where were you when Alison disappeared.
-Nice bad cop.
-Are you guys--are you guys serious right now?
And dude, you danced to my beats.
-Your beats were sick, yes.
But I need you to answer the question, man.
-Answer my fucking question now.
-Fine. I'll tell you everything.
[sighs] I'm so sick of the secrets anyway.
And I've never really talked about what happened,
'cause we swore ourselves to secrecy.
For the boys.
-Are you out of your mind?
-Okay. It's not that big of a deal.
-Not that big of a deal?
Okay. How did you even meet the guy?
-I told you, a chat room. It's how people connect.
Young Naveen: That's how perverts connect.
-What's going on? What are you talking about?
Young Naveen: Yeah. Ms. Alison over here
just met this random old dude on the internet.
Now they're gonna run away to the city.
-He's not some old dude. He's 19.
-Does this guy have a name?
-Yeah. John.
-John. Yeah. -Yeah.
-He grew up around here and he has a bunch of friends
that are dancers and choreographers.
And he wants me to meet them.
He thinks I have real talent.
-And how does he know that?
-Jealousy is not the best look on you.
-Okay. Okay. How do we know this guy
is who he says he is?
-Because I do, okay?
He sent me a picture.
He's cute and he's nice.
And he wants to help me, okay?
Is that so hard to believe?
-I just want you to be safe.
-Dude, who are you, my dad?
I knew you were a nerd,
but I thought you were a little cooler than this.
[exhales]
This is just really important to me.
Could you cover for me, please?
-Where did you tell your parents are going?
-The lock-in at your church.
-I don't have a church.
-You guys, it's just this weekend,
and then, I'll be right back to chugging OJ and vodka
and watching Naveen fail at magic.
-Thanks. -Please, do it.
For the boys?
-For the boys. -[happy cheer]
[phone ringing]
Bev: Robert, stop bouncing that ball and go to sleep.
-I'll sleep when I'm dead, Bev.
Bev: Robert Raymond Fisher,
you do not speak to your mother like that.
♪ Seventeen tracks ♪
♪ And I've had it ♪ ♪ with this game ♪
[phone notification chimes]
male automated voice: One new voicemail.
Young Alison: Rob, please, answer your phone.
Don't be such a dick. ♪ In a place like this ♪
♪ Anything goes ♪
♪ But don't blink, ♪ ♪ you might miss ♪
Young Alison: Hey, it's Alison.
Don't be weird.
-Alison, this isn't cool.
You're going to regret this.
You're fucked.
♪ Bring it back down, ♪ ♪ bring it back down tonight ♪
Robert: So that's why I left a message.
I wasn't threatening her.
I was trying to change her mind.
-You felt something wasn't right.
-Yeah.
But I was too late.
She was gone and never came back.
Never saw her again.
-So that's it?
-Yeah. What do you mean?
-I mean, all the drama, the secrets,
and you were just trying to be a good friend?
-Yeah, I was a good kid.
I mean, I was known to hide a little bit of weed
in my CD case from time to time,
but mostly, I followed the rules.
-It doesn't make sense.
-I promise you, I'm telling the truth.
-No, I believe you. I just--
a girl from the suburbs goes missing
and disappears into thin air?
No manhunt spearheaded by some angry woman on television,
pretend that she's a lawyer?
I mean, Alison's White.
-Well, this is the part of the story
that goes a little bit complicated.
Dana: So these cops knew about this alleged male dancer
that Alison snuck off to meet?
Why wouldn't they question him?
Naveen: They didn't know who he was.
We didn't know who he was.
John from the city who maybe grew up around here?
I mean, not exactly a lot to go off of.
Plus, we felt kinda...
-Angry? -Jealous?
-Yeah--yes. Okay.
But also, she was our friend
and she asked us to cover for her, so we did.
-Hmm. -We were kids, man.
We thought she was coming back.
-Hmm. But she didn't.
-No.
Young Naveen: Anything?
-It's been three days.
I mean, what do we do? Do we call her parents?
-And do what? Admit we lied?
She'll be busted and so will we.
-Yes, but what if she's actually in trouble?
What if that guy wasn't who he said he was?
Okay? If she's in trouble, we have to help her.
-Okay. So we--we're gonna find her.
We go into the forest
and we find the train tracks until we find something.
-No, not like in "Stand by Me."
-Just like in "Stand by Me." -Do you not remember
what they were looking for in that film?
-No. -A body.
A dead body.
-They were?
I must have fallen asleep before it ended.
-Look, if we can't go to her parents,
then we have to go to someone else.
Okay? Another adult,
one we can trust.
Officer Dan Daniels Sr.: Look, I love that you boys
are trying to play cop,
but it's pretty cut and dry.
I mean, the family receives uh, a runaway letter.
Young Robert: But, Officer Daniels,
she didn't run away, okay?
She said she was coming back. She told us, sir.
-This happens sometimes, boys.
Uh, a girl tells a boy one thing,
and then, she does another. -No, it's not like that.
Officer Dan Daniels Sr.: It's in the hands
of the parents now.
The Hinkley Hills Police Department can't go chasing
after every troubled teen
that decides to run away.
-Okay. Well, why not?
What the hell else do you have to do?
-Well, what he means is,
we might have some information that could help.
-Such as? -Um, she was meeting this guy
named John.
Said he was 19.
He lives in the city.
-You don't say. -But he grew up here.
-Well, that should narrow it down right there.
-Are you not supposed to be writing this down
or taking statements or something?
Doing your fucking job.
Young Naveen: Uh, what he's trying to say
is we're trying to help however we can.
-Bill, you wanna take these boys' statements down
regarding the Grant runaway?
I mean, what the hell else
do we have to do, right?
Bill: You got it.
Who wants to go first?
-Me.
Bill: Come on, Robert.
[suspenseful music playing]
Young Robert: A runaway letter in the mail?
I mean, do you seriously believe that?
That she could just lie to us like that?
-Dude, I don't even know what to believe.
Like, I feel insane.
-I just don't think she ran away.
Uh, I just don't...
I just...
She wouldn't abandon us like that.
-Yeah.
[doorbell rings]
Bev: Robert, can you get that?
-[sighs]
-Hey there. Robert.
-Hi. -Officer Festersen.
Did you find anyone?
Did you find anyone named John?
-Look, boys.
I can only imagine what you're feeling right now.
The Grant girl was your friend.
-Alison.
Her name is Alison.
-Alison. Of course.
-We should've come sooner.
-What? -She said she was coming back,
I don't know, she was only going for the weekend.
And I feel like if I came sooner,
I would have been able to-- Bill: Look, look, boys.
You're both good kids.
You did what you thought was right at the time.
I won't tell you not to have any regrets.
God knows I've got plenty.
But all you can do
is learn from them...
and move on.
-Yeah. Bill: Okay?
Dana: So, which one is it? Did she run away
or was she...
well, what happened? -See?
That's where we got stuck
and that's where we've been stuck for 20 years.
Maybe she abandoned us without a trace.
Maybe some dance-loving stranger murdered her.
I mean, what are we supposed to do with that?
-Still. Naveen: Did the guy tell her
not to hang out with us 'cause we're nerds?
Or did we actually let her happily skip
into a murder scenario and abandon her?
And after a while, we just--
we couldn't talk about it anymore.
Dana: Town kept talking though, right?
-Town couldn't shut up.
Naveen: Most people thought that she was dead.
Some people thought her parents murdered her,
especially 'cause they left town in such a hurry.
-Did you think that? Naveen: I think they just wanted
to get out of here.
Too many rumors,
too many memories.
But Rob and I had to stay.
And some people--
well, they thought that...
we...
-This is sad. Naveen: Very.
You see why I don't talk about it?
It really screwed me up.
But the only thing that Rob and I are guilty of is...
missin' our friend.
-I mean, that's understandable.
-It sure is. Dana: And it's admirable
what you did. It's...
it's very human.
-I'll say. -Sometimes there are parts
of your past that you don't wanna keep facin'.
Things you've been through that you just...
rather forget. -I hear you, brother.
-Yeah. Uh, there are things that keep me up at night.
Uh, the odd sound and...
the dark.
-I'm sorry that we did like a semi-kidnapping.
That must have been really... -Hmm.
-...triggering for you. Naveen: Oh, no.
I was like passed out.
It's cool. -And my bad cop bullshit,
that was really rough. I'm sorry.
Naveen: Oh. -It was fun, but it was awful.
-Wait, you mentioned
that you three used to hang out
in a bunker in the woods.
Where is that?
-Oh, dude. We, uh--we buried that deep.
-Show us?
-Yeah. I mean, uh,
no one's been in there for years.
-Oh, shit. You know what? I gotta pee.
Why don't you guys go and I'll meet you after?
Tod: We can wait. It's fine. Dana: No.
You know, when you got a...
-Vagina?
Or is it your trick bladder, per chance?
-Don't worry about it. Just go. Naveen: All right. Come on, man.
Let's go face our past.
My past.
Robert: By the time Naveen and I went off to college,
we had stopped coming down here altogether.
Haven't been here for 20 years until a couple of nights ago.
-There's still one thing I don't understand.
Why do you have this?
-I found it months later after everything.
It was lodged in the dirt, 10 feet away
from the door to the bunker.
-Why didn't you give it to the police?
Robert: Because I checked it
and there was no suspicious messages
other than mine.
It's not like anyone was looking for her.
It was like nobody cared.
And as long as I had it,
it was like, maybe she was still out there.
That maybe she might come home.
I've held onto it for so long.
-Oh, Rob.
I'm so sorry.
Robert: It's okay.
Uh, I mean, it--it's not okay.
But we're all just fumbling through life,
trying to process things as best as we can, aren't we?
I should have told you everything
as soon as we moved out here.
But I didn't realize this thing
would dredge you all up. Samira: I'm sorry.
Your wife is too nosy for her own good.
I mean, I wasn't a hundred percent
with you either.
I accused you of being a teenage murderer.
You know, I broke into your neighbor's house
and used our baby as a decoy.
It's, uh... -I mean, I wasn't gonna bring
any of that up, but... -We've both been
a little off since the baby
and moving here.
And I like it here
and I love our family, but...
I wanna love us here, too.
Robert: Maybe we can fix that.
No more hiding shit from each other.
-No more secrets.
-Only the fun kind.
Naveen: Whoa. It's open. Hello? Robert: Naveen?
Naveen: It's this way. Yeah. Come on.
Oh, shit.
[dramatic music playing]
woman 1: Are you done yet?
You're putting out this [indistinct]
-No. Are you done yet? -No, I'm not done.
I'd just begun.
woman 2: So, I'd just begun too.
woman 1: But you know what? When I'm finished
with this [indistinct] you can go on, sweetheart.
-Oh, Baby Miles.
I think I'm a bit sleepy.
I...
I'm just gonna put you down.
[sighs]
What pills did I take?
[suspenseful music playing]
Lynn: Oh, shit.
Bev, what have you done?
Samira: Hi. You've reached Samira,
but why are you calling me? Text me.
-Samira, Miles is fine,
but I am a teensy bit on accident. Uh...
Dana, it's Lynn.
Hello.
I'm about 42 minutes
into a double dose
of Bev Fisher's old benzos.
It was a mistake. I swear.
They were in a bottle for pain relievers.
What else is she hiding?
I'm with Baby Miles and I am desperate
not to fall into a drug-induced coma.
Tod, I don't think I have ever called you
on the phone before and I hope this doesn't land me
on some kind of a list.
I'm in a bit of a pickle.
So, if you could swing by the Fisher house...
Good.
Oh.
[Miles coos]
-Man,
doesn't it feel good to revisit
and examine our core moments
and accept ourselves,
and process all of that? Robert: You literally told me
to bring it down and bottle it up
the other night. -Not now, Rob.
Wild that we all decided to go down
surviving into our past tonight. -Hmm, not that wild,
considering that your past have been a point
of obsessive focus for everyone else
in the room--uh, bunker.
-I guess it's just flattering to be thought of.
-Aww, Rob, the manners.
That is...
Your mom would be really proud.
-Are you still drunk? -Drunk on love?
-What is that?
-Oh, dude, Alison's sardines.
-Sardines?
Robert: Oh, God. Yeah.
She had a thing for them, didn't she?
-Uh-hmm. Robert: A great source
of protein and nutritionally complete food.
-Yeah, I mean her breasts smell weird as shit.
-Do you want 'em? -Oh, fuck you, dude.
Get that shit away from me.
Robert: Ugh. -Sardines.
Who else likes sardines?
-Me.
-And Betsy.
-Her, too. -Gary's wife?
-Gary's wife.
She fed us sardines, Rob.
That's a highly eccentric snack choice
that I never wanna revisit.
Betsy never wants to leave the Victorian.
So she clearly doesn't wanna be seen,
and she's around the same age as us.
-What does she look like?
-A lot like that photo, to be honest.
-Well, the years can be cruel to all of us.
Samira: She does look familiar, though.
Cute picture.
Is that your family?
-It came with the frame.
-Look, I don't wanna sound ridiculous,
but what if you're not the only one
who moved back home?
-What are you saying?
-What if Betsy...
is Alison?
-Holy shit, what?
-Well, then, we need to see her.
If it's her, then we'll know.
-What are we doing? Let's go.
[inaudible] in there, we can just go now.
-Yay. You're home.
Samira: Oh. Lynn: You're back.
You're back. Samira: My little man.
Oh, my gosh. Lynn, you are a lifesaver.
Thank you.
-Little man was such a good boy.
[sniffles]
-Hey, are you okay?
You have sodded a vice. You look tranqued out.
What's going on? -I'm, uh--I'm fine.
Uh, why don't you answer your phones?
Actually, never mind.
Just don't listen to your voicemails,
any of you.
I need some air.
-You're in the air. Lynn: No, no,
the air over there.
-Oh, we're gonna be listenin' to those voicemails.
What the hell? Robert: I think Naveen and I
should go over there on our own.
-We'll be right here.
Be safe. -Okay.
-Ready? Dana: Yeah, what did I miss?
Tod: Meh, not too much.
[suspenseful music playing]
-Marty, I need you.
How long until these things wear off?
Bill: Lynn?
Lynn: Bill.
-Who you talking to?
-No one.
-I could have sworn I heard you say Marty.
-Sometimes I talk to my dead husband
when I'm sleepy.
I accidentally ate some drugs
and I don't even know if they're prescription or not.
Please don't arrest either of us.
-Lynn, I'm retired.
I was just out for a walk.
But whose drugs did you steal?
-Bev Fisher's. Bill: Oh.
Agnes told me that she has quite the stash.
Lynn: She does.
And they're all mislabeled.
It's barely my fault.
I was looking for headache medicine.
[gasps] Did you know
that Don takes testosterone supplements?
-I did not. Lynn: Do you take them?
You're so tall.
-Let me join you
and sit with you till you're ready to stand.
You're gonna be all right, Lynn.
-Will you hold my hand so I don't float away?
[dramatic music playing]
-Oh.
What would Agnes say?
-She'd kill us both.
[Lynn laughs]
-All right. Uh, what do we say if it is her?
How are you?
What happened to you?
-Never thought of that. We'll just play it by ear.
-Yeah, yeah.
Robert: It's probably not gonna be her.
Naveen: It's probably not gonna be her.
-Here goes nothing.
[doorbell rings]
[knocks on door]
-Maybe she's not home. You know?
Maybe we should just go back. Maybe she's not home.
The car's not there.
-Samira said she never leaves the house.
She's gotta be in there. -Okay.
-Betsy?
Uh, Alison?
If it's you in there, then it's us.
-Rob and Naveen.
-Yeah. She'd know that, but it's all right.
Your friends who missed you.
Who worried about you.
Who have been desperate to find out what happened to you
for the last 20 years.
So, please open the door.
I don't know what else to do.
-Alison! -What the fuck?
-Ali... -Dude!
-She doesn't want anyone to know that she's here, right?
So, if she wants us to stop, she'll have to let us in.
Alison! -Alison!
-Alison!
-Jesus. Will you nerds shut the fuck up?
-Oh, my God.
It is you.
-Get inside before anyone sees me.
Samira: Oh, my gosh. It is her.
-Do you think it's safe?
I mean, what if she imprisons them?
To keep them from telling her secret.
You know, inflicts on them what was done to her.
Trauma begets trauma.
That's how it works.
-Well, she does love a knife.
-Uh, can we not?
-Oh. What's happenin'? -Oh.
[suspenseful music playing]
-It's Gary.
Robert: We thought you were dead.
-I never thought you were dead. -Shut up.
Yes, you did.
Did you know we were both here?
-Yeah. I have windows.
-What the hell? Why didn't you say something?
Or come and find us?
It's you.
It's really you.
-For the boys!
Robert: For the boys. Alison: For the boys!
-I feel worried. Should we feel worried?
-Uh, um, he's back. You have to go.
-What? Why? -Well, he can't see you here.
-What are you... -No, no. This way.
This--out this way. Naveen: What's going on?
Robert: Couldn't you just tell us? Are you okay?
-Where are we going?
-Go down across the cellar. Watch for the hole.
Go through the doors and the padlock code is 666.
-Alison, I'm gonna come and save you.
Dana: God, Gary's goin' in.
[suspenseful music playing]
Dana: Right there. Come on. Come on.
Tod: Run, Rob, run. -Oh, it's about to go down.
Shit, shit.
Samira: Rob, are you okay? What happened?
-You were right. -It's her.
You were fucking right. -Oh.
-What did Gary say? Robert: He didn't see us.
We heard the car pulling in,
but from the way she got us out of there,
one thing's very clear to me.
Gary may be Alison's husband,
but he might also be her captor.
[suspenseful music playing]
[dramatic music playing]