All language subtitles for The.Watcher.2022.S01E03.2160p.NF.WEB-DL.DDPA5.1.HDR.DV.HEVC-APEX

But, Dean, a blood cult?

I know. But I'm telling you, I was there.

This guy just kept going on and on...
He was crying.

Look, Andrew Pierce lives with
his son in Camden, New Jersey.

The police chief there said
he knew all about him, yesterday.

Said he's a fabulist. Pathological liar.

Two years ago, he accused
the principal of his son's school

of being a pedophile.

Said she molested his son
on a school field trip.

Police look into it.

The kid didn't even go on the field trip.

[groans]

I'm sorry. I should have vetted him
before making the introduction.

You know, it's... That could all be true,
but he did get the letters.

And he is convinced
that Mitch and Mo wrote them.

He was also convinced
that William Morris was a mafia front.

He tipped off the FBI

saying that the agency
was controlled by the Five Families.

That's why he got fired.

All right. How about this Mitch and Mo
just showing up at his basement.

I mean, how?

Look, if Mitch and Mo
did write those letters,

then problem solved, right?
Cause they're dead.

I just don't feel
that they have anything to do with this.

What, why? What makes you say that?

[sighs]

Take it from me,
when you're dealing with cancer...

[inhales]

...the last thing on your mind is

some weird vendetta
or ways to wreak havoc.

Instead, you want to
make peace with the world.

Start tying up loose ends,

taking care of the people
you're about to leave behind.

That's what my gut tells me. Um...

I just think, with these two,

you're barking up the wrong tree.

The same words that
Detective Chamberland used.

[dramatic note plays]

It's a tragedy
what happened to those two, okay?

Don't make this about you.

And as far as Andrew Pierce goes,
that's all fucking bullshit.

If he got letters, he never told the FBI.
He sure as hell never told us.

In the meantime,
two very nice elderly people,

pillars of this community, are dead.

Doesn't have anything to do with you.

You're barking up the wrong tree.

- I basically wasted my time here. Thanks.
- [Chamberland laughs]

- So, how's the construction going?
- What?

You almost finished?

No, I...

The kitchen's almost done.
I still have to do the basement. Why?

What will you do in that basement?
You gotta make it a man cave.

Pool table, wet bar, big-screen TV.

That's what buyers want these days.

I'm telling you.

What's the story with that guy?
Is he on the up-and-up?

- Chamberland?
- Yeah.

Yeah. Known him for years.

He's not the hardest worker, right?

A little bit lazy.
But that's why you got me.

[sighs deeply]

What?

I... [sighs]

It's this murder-suicide. I mean why...

Why not just overdose on pills

or close the garage door,
sit in your Lexus, and turn the engine on?

But this... This husband
who loved his wife so much,

he shoots her in the face?

And then shoots himself
in the face with a shotgun?

Maybe it's that a gun gets the job done.
Pills don't always work.

Maybe he didn't want one of them dying,

the other one surviving
and having to live with the guilt.

Or maybe she pulled the trigger.

She was the one with the cancer.

Maybe she doesn't want him to remarry.

Maybe she knows he can't live without her,
so she surprises him.

He's sitting in his easy chair,
watching reruns of Matlock.

She taps him on the shoulder...

Bang! Turns the gun on herself. Bang!

I don't know. The whole thing is weird.

[sighs deeply]

Well, the investigation is ongoing
and I'm following up every day.

What about the son?
What do we know about him?

Christopher. Bit of a fuckup,
but nothing violent that I can find.

Did a year of probation
for passing a bad check.

[suspenseful music playing]

Look, here's how I see it.

Whoever's writing those letters
has a direct line of sight to your house.

So Mitch and Mo, now deceased...

Occam's razor, the simplest explanation
usually being the most likely.

It says we can forget about them.

Then there's Jasper Winslow.

Now, I did a little digging,
not exactly legal.

Jasper Winslow has lived his whole life
next door, with mom, dad and sis.

Finishes high school,

gets a job bagging groceries
at a supermarket in downtown Westfield.

He works there six days a week
for the next 23 years.

Then all of a sudden,
this is in November of 1995,

he stops coming into work.

In fact, he never goes back
to bagging groceries again.

That's the month that
his family starts making payments

to the Avalon Behavioral Health Center,

and they keep making payments
every month for the next ten years.

So what did they diagnose him with?

"Schizoid disorder with elective mutism."

He stopped talking?

I guess so.

And then, in 2001,
the diagnosis changes again.

Plain old post-traumatic stress disorder.

In November of 1995,
something happened to Jasper Winslow

that he spent years
trying not to talk about.

What happened to you?

[shouts]

That's game.

[Karen] I didn't get the memo
that we're doing cardio today.

[Nora] I haven't played
since Carter was born,

and now, suddenly my game's back.

You know, Nora, uh...

It's kind of an unwritten rule
here that, you know, you just, uh...

You're not, you know... [sighs]

You're not supposed to just, like,
demolish your tennis partner.

I mean, it's okay
that you win once in a while.

That's nice. But, you know,
you got to let other people win, too.

Like me.

Oh, God, I'm sorry. Yeah, I do.

It's okay, and you look so tense.

- What?
- You really do. I think I know why.

- I think you're not getting laid.
- [scoffs]

And the reason why I know that

is because everything that happened
with me and Rick.

I mean, at the end he was just like...

I mean, he was, like,
too afraid to fuck me, you know,

but that's okay.

'Cause look at me now.
I'm getting the best dick ever.

[giggles]

And it's consistent dick.

So it's, like, a double whammy. It's good.

Okay, so, who from?

I can't say, I'm really sorry.

Well, I just don't want to jinx it.
You know, I...

I want to give you some advice, though.

You and your husband
need to be fucking every day, right?

And if you're not,
there is no hope for you guys.

[laughs]

I think it's me.

Yeah, we haven't really done it
since we moved into the house, you know,

with everything going on...

The letters, that ferret, the break-ins.

And then, last night at the motel,

he hopped on the bed,
it was after he tucked the kids in,

and he snuggled up right next to me
and I could tell he wanted it,

but I just... I...

I couldn't.

So I pretended to be asleep.

Wow.

It's...

It's Ellie. Yeah.

It's the way he talks to her.

Not all the time, but just...

Well, she's a teenager now,
and he just rides her.

You know,
if her shirt falls off her shoulder...

It's ridiculous. It's weird.

And then he gets all defensive,
saying things like

"I don't want my daughter
to be sexualized."

And I'm like,
"You're the one who's sexualizing her."

"She's just being a kid."

I think he's having an affair.
An affair with a young girl.

Like, I don't know, maybe the intern
in his office or something.

You know, like, those little girls,
and they got little pigtails and stuff.

Yeah.

Could I get a glass of that too
when you have a chance?

- [server] Of course.
- Thanks.

Hey, Chrissy.
Do you think I could get, like...

I've always asked for a holiday pour,
and I'm just a little short today.

Thank you.

So, you know what I want to know.

I want to know what's going on
with all those creepy letters.

Have you gotten any more?

Nope.

Security cameras will be installed
by the time the construction's finished,

and then I guess
we'll move back in, but I don't know.

They stopped coming.

Honestly, I think
it's just some stupid prank.

What are you talking about?

Are you insane?

That's not a prank.

You're living
a fucking nightmare in there.

You need to do some
minor construction and get the fuck out.

[Nora] Thanks.

That's low, too.

I mean,
I don't want to scare the shit out of you,

but you don't have any time on your hands.

You really don't.

What happens when
everyone finds out about these letters?

You won't be able to sell that house
for a dollar.

Anyway, I didn't even tell you this.
I have another house.

Beautiful hardwood floors.

I mean, completely unscathed.
And it even smells good.

And I am all about smell, aren't you?

[inhales deeply]

Yeah, it's... It's nice.

It's just nowhere near as nice as ours.

Hmm. Well...

I don't know. I would think that, like...

not being terrorized by an axe murderer...

- [laughs]
- [Karen] I think that's pretty nice.

And it's a million dollars less
than what you could get for your house.

I mean, just think about it.

Nora, you wouldn't have
to worry about money anymore.

Dean can still keep his head up his ass
and do whatever the fuck he wants to do.

But you... You get to check out.

You know, like, play tennis during the day

and, you know, use your little kiln
and cook some pots.

And, I don't know, have a croquet friend.

Yeah, I don't think so.

Nora, I'm offering you a way out of this

and you should take it.

Let me list your house.

Okay. Yeah, let me talk to Dean.

Hey, guys. I'm home.

All right. Looking good.

Yep. Final coat.

[exhales, snaps fingers]

[muffled giggling]

[muffled conversation]

Ellie, you in there?

[Ellie] Just a second...

- Yeah, it's fine. Where's Mom?
- [doorknob rattling]

- Ellie? What are you doing in there?
- [unlocks door]

Why is the door locked?

Because there's
construction workers everywhere

and a wack job who wants to kill us?

All right.

I wasn't doing anything. I'm reading.

Okay. Well, it's fine. Where's Mom?

She texted. She'll be late
coming back from tennis.

I took the bus here.
I thought we were eating together.

We are. Just cool it, okay?

You cool it. You always think
I'm doing something, and I'm not.

[door locks]

- You can go out the window.
- I'm not going through the window.

[fridge door opens]

Can I help you?

Oh, sorry.

Uh, your wife said I could help myself
to whatever's in the fridge.

- [fridge door closes]
- Well, my wife's not here.

Before. I stopped by earlier.

John. I'm the building inspector.

Oh. Oh!

Yeah. No problem. Sorry about that.
You make yourself at home.

Your wife seems like a good woman.

[laughs softly]

You have a son and a daughter. Yes?

Yeah, that's right.

Me too. Son and a daughter.

Can I ask you, are you a, uh...

Are you a Christian family?

- Oh, um... Yeah, I'd say so.
- [John] Hmm.

- We... We don't go to church. So...
- Ah! Hmm.

[sighs]

Everything looking okay to you?

With the site or whatever?

We still have the basement to do, uh,
but the kitchen's pretty much done.

You know, we swapped out marble
for the butcher's block here.

It's so funny.
Everyone puts in an island now.

- We're drowning in islands.
- [chuckles]

I'll come back in a few days
when, uh, it's all finished, but...

Yeah, everything's looking fine.

Oh, good.

[muffled construction work]

You were lucky,
you know, to find a contractor.

Oh, yeah? Why is that?

Construction is booming everywhere.

The industry
can't keep up with the demands.

The way the world is now,

all of civilization is just burning down,
people don't want to go outside.

They want to fix up their homes.
They want to turn them into fortresses.

Yeah, people are moving out of the city.

I guess.

Funny how that's happening.

It's the Fourth Turning.

[dramatic note plays]

Beg pardon?

[John] Historical events.

They don't just happen.

They are set into motion by great men,
generational personae.

And each one of these unleashes
a turning that lasts about

20 years, more or less.

And every four turnings is a saeculum,

just about the length of a human life.

And at the end of each, there's a crisis.

In this country, the crisis is always war.

The Revolution,

80 years later, the Civil War.

Eighty years later, World War II.

And that's coming up on 80 years now, so...

[chuckles softly]

Something is about to happen.

[inhales sharply]

You know, I'm actually not hungry.

When will you
be finished with this inspection?

Your daughter, she's... 18?

No, she's 16. What does that have to...

[John] Well...

I don't know
if I should be telling you this,

and please, just forgive me
if I'm overstepping a boundary,

but if I were her father,
I would want to know.

Know what?

I saw your daughter

talking to
that young African American man,

the one putting in the cameras.

And the way that they were talking,
touching one another,

it's... it's clear that
they're in an intimate relationship.

I'm sorry, what?

I thought you should know.

I believe a father should know
something like that.

I've offended you. I'm sorry.

It's just that she reminds me a lot
of my daughter when she was that age.

[dramatic note plays]

She was sexually active...

[dramatic music playing]

...very young.

She was the school whore.

We fixed the problem,
but it was traumatic for the whole family.

I'm sorry, John is it?

I got to tell you,

I'm not comfortable
having this conversation with you.

You won't see me again.

I thought you said
you'd be back in a few days.

[chuckles]

Yes.

Hey, what did you... [sighs]

How did you settle the problem
with your daughter?

Suffice it to say she never wore
another low-cut shirt again.

Huh.

[John] It's a beautiful home.

When I was a kid,
we never locked our doors.

Nobody did.

Everybody went to church.

Now, nobody goes to church,
and everybody locks their doors.

I don't think that's a coincidence.

Listen...

Good talking.

There's a nice
Lutheran Church down the street.

You might consider going with your family.

It'll help.

Thank you for the sandwich.

Hey, that inspector...

He's a nutcase
and I don't want him back here.

What are you talking about?

The building inspector.
John? You know, religious guy.

He was making a sandwich in my kitchen.

I had to put up with some lecture
while he was poking around.

There's no inspector named John.

Not in Westfield.

City inspectors are either Gary and Alan
and they don't come till we're finished.

What? Who was I just talking to?

No idea, but he wasn't one of my guys.

And he wasn't the inspector.

Hey.

Hey. Where you been?
I've been looking for you all day.

Just at the club with Karen.

You okay?

Yeah, I guess. I'm just
looking up some other security firms.

[Nora] Uh-huh.

Well... don't let me disturb you.

What?

- Oh... Okay.
- [closes laptop]

[Nora moans]

[breathing heavily]

- Oh, baby. Oh, I wanted this.
- Yeah?

- Fuck, baby.
- Okay...

- Wait. Let me turn on the alarm.
- What?

- What? Now?
- Everybody's in the house.

Gotta get used to putting the alarm on
when we're in the house.

[Nora] Wait, just...

[both moaning]

- I'll check it real quick. Be right back.
- Honey!

I'll turn it on and be back.
Wait right there.

- Never mind.
- I'm running downstairs.

- I'm coming back.
- It's okay.

- Where are you going?
- You want to know something?

We haven't had sex in weeks.

Come on, I'm just distracted, okay?
You're at the motel.

It's okay. It's fine.

Babe...

- [Nora] Come down and say bye to the kids.
- [door slams]

[Dean] Get a good night's sleep, okay?
See you tomorrow.

[Carter] Bye, Dad! See you tomorrow!

Love you.

Hey. We good?

[dog barks distantly]

Wait, Ellie.

Is something going on
between you and that kid Dakota?

What? No!

Ellie, are you lying to me?

Because somebody saw you two together.

Oh, my God, Dad...

And I don't appreciate
strangers telling me about my daughter.

So are you having me watched now?

No, Ellie. Dakota's 19 years old, okay?

If something is happening,
I need to know that.

Nothing's going on, Dad, okay? So there.

What? Ellie. Ellie!

Dean.

It's fine. Go. Okay. See you tomorrow.

Bye.

[phone vibrating]

- Dean?
- Just...

[phone beeps]

Hello.

[Theodora] So I got something
you are never going to believe.

[spluttering] What is it?

[Theodora] I'm down the street.
Can you meet me?

- [rain pattering]
- [thunder crashing]

Now, what I'm about to tell you
comes with a lot of caveats, okay?

I found something.

But we've got to be careful
what we do with it

because we could be running afoul
of the Westfield Police Department

or the whole town of Westfield itself.

But I work for you.

I don't understand
what you're talking about.

I was thinking about Jasper Winslow.
Because something happened to him, right?

Detective, I have a question.

I wonder
if there's a history to that house.

Like any old records you had on file

that maybe I could take a look at.

Anything that might pertain
to any previous owners of the house.

He had the strangest look on his face.

I didn't know what to make of it.

But then he sat up,
looked me right in the eye and he said...

You know,
I was waiting for you to ask me that.

Oh.

I have no idea what you'll find here,
but... have at it.

[Theodora] Thank you.

I noticed that the box had been handled.

The seal was broken.
Impossible to tell when.

Dean.

There was a family
that bought the house at 657 Boulevard

and lived there until 1995.

The Graff family.

Now, before I tell you all this, um...

I need you to understand.

There is no public record
of any of this actually happening, okay?

This story is not in
any newspaper article, not on any website.

Okay. Uh, so...

what's the story?

Okay. [clears throat]

The father, John Graff,

was about as normal a guy
as you could find.

He loved two things,
his family and his church.

Army vet, became an accountant,
modest apartment on the Upper East Side.

Church every Sunday.

One night he's working late,

can't get a cab,
decides to take the subway.

[grunting]

[dog barks distantly]

But, luckily, his mother,
she had just inherited some money.

Says to him,
"You're getting out of the city."

"This is no place to raise a family."

"I'm going to help you
buy a house in the suburbs."

[pensive jazz music playing]

He had a son, Dale.

Apple of his eye,
athlete, straight A student...

[Pat speaking indistinctly]

Pat!

I gotta go, babe.

His older daughter was 17,
but 17 going on 30, right?

He was worried about her.
Spoke to his pastor about it,

about how he thought
she was a little boy-crazy.

Who's going to say grace?

[exclaims] Let me.

Oh, dear Jesus,

I would like to thank you
for making dinner and, oh...

Wait. I'm the one who made fucking dinner.

Language. Take that back!

[Theodora] And his wife, Helen,
liked to humiliate him in public.

She drank.
Everyone thought she was a little crazy.

[cigarette hissing]

Kids, do the fucking dishes.

Now, since his mother
had helped him with a house,

that meant that she had to live there too.

It's an embarrassment, John.
It's an insult to this family.

I can't just go in
and ask for a promotion, Mother.

You've worked there for 12 years.
You should be running that department.

Yes, I know, Mother.

[dramatic music playing]

[Theodora] One day, he goes into work.
Boss tells him he's fired.

Boss says he broke down in tears.

Never seen a man cry like that.

But, now, he's an accountant, right?

So he runs the family's finances
and his mother's finances.

But he doesn't tell his family.

He just pretends to go
to work every morning.

And then he heads to the bank,

starts taking out money
from his mother's accounts.

Small amounts nobody would notice.

He uses that
to pay the mortgage, utilities...

Family has no idea
that he has lost his job.

Now, one day he comes home
acting like he's been at work.

He finds a letter in the mailbox.

[The Watcher] Greetings, Mr. Graff.

I've had the pleasure of watching
your family for a while now.

Your daughter's name is Pat,
isn't that right?

She's blossomed
into a beautiful young woman.

Do you know where she goes at night?

I do.

And where do you go in the mornings?

You're not going to work.

Does your wife know?

I watch her undress when you're not there.

And he keeps getting them.
Letter after letter.

Has no idea who's sending them.

[The Watcher] It's greed, Mr. Graff.

Greed that brought you here.

What do you confess to the minister, John?

Young blood is what the house desires.
Why not just give it what it wants?

But he doesn't tell anyone.

He doesn't tell his wife, or his kids.

He doesn't tell the cops.

He just keeps pretending to go to work,

stealing money from his mother's accounts.

[children chattering]

[children] Trick or treat!

[child] Next block over!

[Theodora] One night he comes home,

and the daughter is
throwing a Halloween party.

["Monster Mash" playing]

[John] What are you doing?

Oh. We just went trick-or-treating.

You're her teacher.

I was invited...

You stay away from her.
Get out of my house!

- [door opens]
- Daddy, stop it!

- [music stops]
- [door closes]

You're dressed like a whore.

What the hell is going on?

[yells] Someone is watching!

Sorry, I have to ask you...

Uh... [sighs]

Was he like this before?

Or...

Or does the house kind of change him?

What? Like it was haunted?

I...

I don't believe in that kind of stuff.

I'd say he felt his life caving in on him

because it was all a facade, you know?

He was living a lie,

and whoever was writing those letters,
they knew.

[The Watcher] Greed is your sin, John,
and impatience is mine.

Why won't you
just give the house what it wants?

Give it the blood, and I'll let you keep
everything you have, and then some.

You see where
they're headed now, don't you?

I do.

Do what the house asks of you,

and you know
they will go to a better place.

I will watch them from there, John.

I will never stop watching.

[utensils clatter]

We're all going to die.

You know that, right?

[chuckles] What the fuck?

[Gladys] No, he's right.

We all have to be ready,
any day, to meet our maker.

Yes.

We should all be prepared
for that day when it comes.

I want to see you all again in heaven.

We should acknowledge our sins
and pray for forgiveness.

And then he makes a plan.

He calls
the principal of the kids' school...

Yes, we have to
go out of town for a few months.

Visit some relatives.

My wife's father's been ill.

[dramatic music playing]

[fire crackling]

[Theodora] He cut his face out
of every family photograph...

[Helen] What are you doing, John?

[chuckles] Jesus Christ.

I swear, your mind is
as soft as your cock these days, darling.

I'm having an affair, John.

Well, I'm going to have an affair, John.

Not that you would care. [laughs]

You need to stop talking.

It's just... I need a cock, John.

- I need someone to fuck...
- [gunshot]

[Gladys] John?

John, what was that noise?

- [gun cocking]
- [gunshot]

Hello?

- [gun cocking]
- [gasps]

[gunshot]

[Theodora] Then he goes downstairs
and makes himself a sandwich.

And he, um...

Sorry. Hmm.

And then he heads to
his son's basketball game.

[indistinct chatter]

[crowd cheering]

You've got something on your glasses.

Thank you. [sniffles]

[sighs wearily]

Just doing some painting.

[crowd cheering]

[dramatic music playing]

Son...

- No... [screams] Dad!
- [gunshot]

And then he set the stage.

He turns on all the lights.

Puts music on the intercom.

Wagner's Götterdämmerung.

Means "Twilight of the Gods."

Last part of the Ring cycle.

[Götterdämmerung playing]

I know this music.

The bodies lay there for two whole weeks.

Nobody knows anything's wrong.

Then the next door neighbor,
a weird guy who's friendly with his son...

He hears music coming from inside.

And he notices a smell.

Hello?

Jasper Winslow. Jesus Christ.

[camera shutter clicking]

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

[Theodora] The bodies are like mummies,
all desiccated.

Like they'd been drained.

And on the floor in the basement,
there are empty milk jugs.

They had been filled with blood,
and now they were empty.

But they...
But they weren't killed down there.

No. Grandma upstairs,
wife in the living room,

daughter in the bathroom,
son in the doorway.

So what? So he killed himself?

Where was the body? Oh, gets even weirder.

Eleven days before the bodies were found,
that's three days after they were killed,

that creepy teacher,
the one at the Halloween party...

He's found inside his car,

driver's side blown out,
shot through the head...

[scoffs]

...from a different gun.

Bullets didn't match.
What's that all about?

And get this, all this time, 14 days,

those bodies are laying
dead inside 657 Boulevard...

Somebody was still watching the house.

[dramatic music playing]

[Theodora] John Graff forgot to put
a stop to the mail.

But the mail didn't pile up.

Mailman says it was empty every day.

Paperboy delivers the paper,
someone comes and picks it up.

[sighs deeply]

Now, this is going to be hard to look at.

[clears throat]

These are exactly
the same as the letters I'm getting.

Here are the crime scene photos
of the Graff family.

- [slams table]
- Why the fuck haven't I heard about this?

Why wasn't this brought up at the sale?

Why doesn't anybody know this story?

The cops covered it up
and you can't blame Chamberland.

He didn't join the force until 2005,
ten years later.

Nobody in the town knew?
Really? Nobody in the town?

Dean, the town
doesn't want this story getting out.

There are a lot of interested parties
who care about their property value,

and the image of the town as one
of the safest places you could live.

What about, uh... Mitch and Mo?

Their son, right?
They lived in the house next door, right?

So maybe he knows something?

No. Mitch and Mo
moved to Westfield in '96, a year later.

Fuck.

So what happened to him?

- John Graff?
- [Dean] Yeah.

Is he dead? Is he alive? Who knows?

There was no trace of him
after that. Just disappears.

Though I suppose...

you wouldn't know who you were looking at

if he did appear out of somewhere,

on account of his cutting his face out
of every photo and burning it.

So nobody knows what this guy looks like?

- [Theodora] No.
- [scoffs]

Wait a minute.

What church did John Graff go to?

Uh... St. Mark's. Westfield.
Lutheran Church.

I stopped by earlier. John.
I'm the building inspector.

We fixed the problem,

but it was traumatic for the whole family.

There's a nice little
Lutheran Church down the street.

You might consider going with your family.

[Theodora] What is it?

I met him.

John Graff.

He was at my house.

Wait, so it's, like, done, done?

The basement needs a couple weeks,
but the kitchen's all done.

The cameras are in
and the alarms are set up. So...

So we're moving back in?

Yep.

- Should we get some food?
- Yeah.

Yes. I'm absolutely starving.

[breathing heavily]

No, Jasper! Jasper.
No, no. I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm sorry that
I treated you the way I did.

- [Pearl] Jasper, who's that?
- No, look at me.

I just have one question.

Do you know John Graff?

Jasper? Don't talk to him.

Jasper, I'm sorry...

We have nothing to say to you.

Oh. And just so you know,

we are coming down on you hard
about that dumbwaiter.

The Preservation Society is hopping mad.

They have ordered an inspection
and we can come in whenever we want.

No you can't, lady.

Look it up! Whenever we want.

What? No...

[exhales]

Oh. And it was so unneighborly of you
to not attend Mitch and Mo's funeral.

I didn't know when it was.

I didn't know where it was...
Lady, I didn't know them.

You knew them well enough
to make them kill themselves.

Unneighborly.

Wow, it's like a catalogue.

[sighs] It's nice, right?

Yeah, we just finished unpacking.
It's nice to be home.

Aww, honey... Where's Dad?

- Dean?
- Hey, yeah! I'm right here.

Did you just walk in?

Yeah. Hey.

Hey.

- It's amazing. We're home. [chuckles]
- [Dean] Mm-hmm.

[Dean] Carter? Come on, let's go.

Hey, Ellie. Come on.

Gotta leave a few minutes earlier.

Mom's going to the gallery
and I'm taking you to school,

but I don't wanna miss my train.

I can take 'em.

What? No. You do your thing.

It's nice here, now.

We did the right thing, didn't we?

Staying?

Yeah, we did.

I love you.

I love you.

- [Dean] I'm leaving. Let's go!
- [door opens]

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

- [Dean] Bye, honey.
- [Ellie] Bye, Mom.

[Carter] Bye, Mom.

[dramatic music fades in]

[The Watcher] Mr. and Mrs. Brannock.

Cameras everywhere now,

but you can never be
safe in this world, can you?

I'm still watching.

[closing theme music playing]