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Previously on SurrealEstate.

Ooh!

The story is pretty consistent.

There is something in the house
making it hard for us to sell

and we make it go away.

I've come to understand
the danger and futility

of holding onto something too tight.

Even something you love.

I'm making Susan full
partner in the agency.

August will be leaving us.

Come back to ASDRA,
August. Come back to me.

And Zooey will be starting
law school in the fall.

Wherever you go from here,
there is something about home.

This is home.

Judy, come on.

I saw the carpeting they're
proposing. It's awful.

That thin institutional brown carpeting

you'd find in a low-end nursing home.

Kind of place you go to die.

We're a luxury retirement
lifestyle alternative.

A place you go to live.

You can't say that credibly
and have dog-vomity floors.

No. Tell her I wanna
see thick and luxurious.

Those people are paying
a fortune and, like,

half of them are fall risks.

I want something soft
and pretty to land on.

Look, I'll be back in
the office next week.

Tell 'em to have some swatches ready.

What is this?

I'm out, Carl!

And I'm coming for you!

I mean, what exactly are we waiting for?

Just one more item.

Our associate should be
here with it any minute.

- Lomax, have you got it?
- Got it!

You're lucky I still had my
Dad's key to the Columbarium.

I didn't even know
what a Columbarium was.

I had to look it up.
Well, you almost here?

Yeah, I'm, like, two minutes out.

So, we're pretty sure
that the screams are coming from

the wife of the original
owner of the house.

She was separated from
her husband when he died

in a warehouse fire in 1931.
That's Edward right up there.

What, he... It came with the house.

He doesn't look very nice.

Well, the stroke of midnight
marks their 100th anniversary.

If our research is correct,
she should appear at the top of

- those stairs anytime now.
- And then what?

We found her husband's ashes.
They should be here any minute.

We'll give them to her which
will inspire her to move along.

- Then we sell the house, right?
- Hell yes.

Ah!

Oh, shit.

Who are you? What do you want?

Housekeeper.

Housekeeper for the Cheevers.

He... give me... condition.

- Condition?
- He got her pregnant.

Oh my god!

Murdered!

Stuffed in the chimney,

but still alive.

I burn... so long!

I'm so sorry.

What do you want now?

Vengeance!

Ch-ch-ch-Cheever should bu-bu-burn!

Tell her about the fire.

He did burn.

- There was a warehouse fire in...
- 1931.

In 1931. He burned, he died.

He burned.

And then he burned again.

You got your vengeance twice over.

It's a good thing they didn't
bury the son of a bitch.

So, with the benefit
of hindsight, we know

she was a housemaid
working for the Cheevers.

He got her pregnant. Instead
of doing right by her,

killed her and stuffed
her in the chimney.

But she was still alive.

Tell me again where we got this

"bereaved wife waiting to be
reunited with hubby," story?

That would be our latest research intern

slash receptionist, Roger.

Maybe it is time someone had an
earnest conversation with Roger

about the importance of
getting these things right.

That won't be necessary.
I received Roger's

text of resignation this morning.

Four words: "I'm gone. Peace out."

Three of them were misspelled.

- Which one did he get right?
- None.

He sent an emoji of a peace sign
so it's hard to screw that up.

It's probably for the best.
But we gotta keep trying.

Get the listings back on the job sites.

Never took 'em down.

It has been three years.

We've been at this new
place almost six months

and we still haven't found
a replacement for Phil.

And we've found, what?
34 replacements for Zooey.

35! Roger, we hardly knew ye.

And they all ended badly.
I'm still meeting August

in underground parking garages
for new PKT transformers.

These aren't people you replace easily.

Yes. I know.

Oh! Mr. MacNeil. Oh, we weren't
expecting you back so soon.

Hm.

Hmmm.

Well, shit, Carl.

You went and died without me.

So why're you back so soon?

Um...

Too much to do.

Juuudy?

Judy. Too much to do. Too many...

carpets to look at and
make sure they're... fluffy.

Okay.

Uh, they brought over
these swatch books.

There's a bunch of colors, thicknesses.

Norman says don't pick anything
out of the Coronado collection

or we'll be way over budget.

If I want the Coronado collection,

then Coronado I shall have.

Oh, okay.

Scram. I'll look at these.

I said beat it!

It'll take me, like, 30 seconds
to pick the rugs into which

these old critters'll want to
aspirate their terminal breath.

Turn around and walk that way.

Thanks, Judy.

Oh, little Luke.

All growed up.

And he sells houses.

Gross.

Joey?

Joey!?

Are you riding the north 40?

I gotta keep riding.

Did your horsey tell you that?

Nope. Cowboy Rick told me.

Who's Cowboy Rick?

He's the cowboy who smiles.
He comes to my room at night.

That's probably just a dream.

No! Cowboy Rick is real!

He comes to my room, and he smiles.

And he tells me I need
to learn to ride fast

so I can go with him!

Come on, Joey.

Joey! Let's go get a cookie!

Okay.

This way. Come on.

Uh... Oh!

Roman/Ireland. This is Brandon.
How may I direct your call?

I made it very clear to Miss Lomax...

Awesome. Yeah, okay. Uh,

so you-you want to talk to her, right?

That's why you hire a real estate agent.

Okay, yeah. No. Th-that's
great, but, but first

you want to talk to her, right?

Yeah, yeah. I, I really think
you should talk to her, right?

Okay. Yeah. Just... Okay, hang on.

Hey, Lomax?! Uh... Right. Uh, button.

Yeah, hey, there's a guy
on the phone for you that's

really mad about something you did.

Right, yeah.

No, I'll-I'll do that.
Just-just a sec. Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi. Could I get a name please?

Right. Okay.

Great. Yeah, just one
more sec. Uh, yeah.

Hey, the name, it was, uh...

Uh, uh, Worshesters... Uh...
Buh-buh Worshintie Parkert...

What'd you do that for? I was so close.

Always defer to the person in your face

before the person on the
phone. It's why they gave you

a hold button instead of a handgun.

Zooey L'Enfant to see Susan, please.

Uh, Miss Ireland is busy.
Is she expecting you?

Oh. Stay gold, Ponyboy.

Zooey! How are you?

It's been ages. Ages! How's work?

Oh, it's good! Yeah.
So adult, but I love it.

At least I will, once I
figure out what I'm doing.

- That's great.
- You know, I cannot

keep coming in here to
train every one of these

hamsters you bring in
to answer the phone.

- I have a day job, you know.
- I know.

There's just no one
who does what you do.

Hm. Curse of being exceptional.

I know not with what weapons

World War III will be fought,

but World War IV will be
fought with sticks and stones."

Albert Einstein.

What's your point?

My point is,

we should be focused on
the advancement of mankind,

not its annihilation.

That initiatives like
this probe to Venus

should be viewed as a
glimpse into the unknown

to answer great existential questions,

not just a hunt for a new platform

from which to launch offensive weapons

against as yet unidentified adversaries.

Shall I, uh,

break out the sock puppets and
explain it again, or, uh... ?

Ripley, you needn't be condescending.

We're all on the same team.

And yet clearly some of
us have been more rigorous

about wearing our helmets.

The A-S-D-R-A mandate is military.

Our money is military.

You need to embrace
that fact, Dr. Ripley.

Your pure science was
rather quaint at first

but now, frankly, we find
it frivolous and annoying.

If you find our mission so distasteful,

why do you stay?

Oh.

Shacking up with the boss.

Never mind.

- Hey. Got a sec?
- Sure. What's up?

Heading to the Barnett's house.
Wanted to get a gut check first.

My guts are yours.

So, we sold it as a normie

but they're already
having some... issues.

- Well, how long they been there?
- Just a few days.

Their son's saying some weird things.

There's some odd noises, smells.

Smells?

Um, she said it was like fertilizer.

- Manure.
- Plumbing? Septic?

Nothing showed up in the inspection.

I'm having a plumber
come and check it out.

But the creepy thing is the kid.

He claims to have a friend.

Cowboy. Cowboy Rick.

Talks about him all the time.
It freaks the parents out.

You did a PKT before
writing the contract?

- Clean as a whistle.
- Did you miss anything?

As confident as I can be. I
know how to use Augie's stuff.

I just don't understand it.

Yeah. Nobody does except Augie.

Anyway, I'm gonna talk to
them. And then I'll follow up

with the previous owner,
see if he knows anything.

I'll drive by. See if
anything jumps out at me.

So, I saw Megan the other day.

She looked... great.

It's what she does.

She saves lives and she looks great.

- Are you two... ?
- Megan is seeing a urologist.

I understand that it's serious.

Urology is a serious business.

So I've been told.

I, myself, am dating again.

Good for you.

I mean, part of having a
healthy work-life balance

is getting out there.

Well, go get 'em, tiger.

I just hope it's nice.
Or at least survivable.

Me too.

But in case it's not,
I always set an alarm

on my phone for 45 minutes in.

If the date's going well,
then I just say it was

a reminder to call a
client or take medication.

- But if it sucks...
- Grampa's dying.

Head for the exit.

Here's hoping grampa lives.

Place is really shaping up.

Your furniture looks great in here.

Thanks. I hate to be a complainer.

I had to come by and
pick up our sign, anyway.

We always want to make
sure our clients are happy

in their new homes.

It isn't so much the
noises, or even the smell.

I'm sorry, I don't...

It comes and goes. And when it comes,

it's in waves. But that's
not my biggest worry.

It's Joey.

It's understandable.

He's always been a
pretty down-to-earth kid

and now all he can talk
about is Cowboy Rick.

Kids Joey's age have
such rich imaginations.

- I wouldn't...
- Then I noticed this.

I'm pretty sure that wasn't
there when we bought it.

Anything else?

Oh, my.

Where's my buckaroo?

He was right here.

This evil western person
in a long coat and a hat.

- Did you see him?
- No. By then he was gone.

Marian was hyperventilating,
Joey was crying. It was crazy.

- Yeah, I'm sure.
- He was here.

Right outside Joey's room.
He called him his buckaroo!

What does he want with Joey?

There's really no reason
to think Joey's in danger.

This thing had a gun!

- Tell her about the gun!
- Silver, shiny, in a holster.

- Like the cowboys used to have.
- I don't think...

There was a man with a gun in our house

outside our little boy's room!
What are you gonna do about it?

Hi, babe. Didn't think you'd be home.

Mwah!

Vonda.

How was the fishing trip?

- Liberating.
- Ooh! Don't forget.

We have that thing for Juvenile Diabetes

tomorrow night.

We're against it, right?

It's biz casual,

so I've got to come home
from the club to change.

Vonda... I've been thinking, Vonda.

It's time for a couple of changes.

What do you have in mind?

I'm gonna sell this house.

It's just not me anymore.

But... But you love this house.

You only built it a year ago.

I love this house.

What, what, what's wrong with it?

It's so nice.

It's big and open.

I'm used to something
a bit more enclosed.

I... I don't understand.

You don't have to.

I'm going to call a real estate agent.

Tyler! This is super sudden.

Actually, it's been a
very long time coming.

In fact, I've already got a guy in mind.

Look, I lived in the place for 20 years.

Never saw anything like that.

Anything strange ever, Mr. Yurth?

- Never.
- Any...

cowboys in your family?

I'm an accountant.

My father was an accountant.

My grandfather, too.

Look, we've had a high-profile client

running us 24 hours the last few weeks.

If there's nothing else.

Thank you for your time.

May I call you if anything comes up?

I guess so.

Do you have a card, or...

But, honestly, if those
people are seeing a cowboy,

they rode in with him.

So have you worked the front
desk at a businesses before?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I've learned lots.

Great. Forget everything 'cause
this is completely different.

Okay, how do I put this? Um...

The gates of hell is
protected by a three-headed dog

named Cerberus. That's
you. You're Cerberus.

Do I get dental?

Benefits kick in the first
day of the month after hire.

'Kay? Anyways, Cerberus...

Wait, how long d'you work
here before you got a raise?

Six months. But that's
because I'm exceptional.

Brandon, focus, okay?
I'm only going to be here

for a short period of time
imparting all of this wisdom

and shit, so you really
need to take advantage of me.

I like the sound of that.

God, I was not meant to
be the adult in the room.

Cerberus. S...

Okay.

That was in sixth grade.

It was the seventh grade
that I really blossomed.

This ninth grader threw me a football,

out of nowhere. Somehow I managed

to drop my books, put my
hands up and caught it.

Just grabbed it.

That's when I knew football
would be my passion.

I never really loved sports.
I was more of a theatre kid.

Prophecy. That's what it was.

By the time I was a senior,
I was an all-city tight end.

I'd've made the pros.

But I blew out my knee,
got my girlfriend pregnant.

Oh, no! Boompah!

Hey, you gonna eat that?

So how was the date?

You know... I
think that flipping a house

is very much like
dressing up a dead body

for an open casket service.

Well, thanks for that.

No, you're fixing it up to be comforting

and presentable to
those who would view it.

My mom and I always
swore we'd do this one day.

Buy an old house, fix it up,

drink some wine, hang
some drywall and sell it

at an obscene profit.

The perfect place never came along

until just before she, you know,

just before she got sick.

We thought we had all
the time in the world.

Constance was lovely.

We code-named this place Bali Hai.

Her favorite song in
her favorite musical.

Listen, do you mind if I
dig into that Barnett house?

I think there's something there.

Be my guest.

They're tired of looking at my face.

I want my buckaroo!

Where's Joey? You can't have him!

Tell me where he is.

Wh-where's my son?

Ned!

Oh!

- Joey, where were you?
- He was in the bathroom!

What's going on? Who are you talking to?

Here! Here! It is the beating

of his hideous heart!

What a charming place
for a clandestine meeting.

It's quickly turning
into our satellite office.

Practically next door. It's
like a second conference room

- with cold beer on tap.
- Lovely.

So, what can I...

- Uh, did you... ?
- That's Lloyd.

Been coming here for months.
I haven't had to order once.

He just... knows.

Remarkable.

So, here's the deal.

I got a spooky cowboy
that's threatening to

take away a little boy.

Oh, dear.

Something there, August. It's real.

I don't think it's evil,
but, uh, it's something.

You have diagnostic tools I left behind.

I know. But what if we
need something stronger?

A child is in danger. Correct?

I believe I have an item
that will do the trick.

But Luke, please,

use it with discretion.

Over the past three
years, I have discovered

the ability to compartmentalize
the responsibility

for creating terrible weapons

safely away from that of deploying them.

But in my dark nights of
the soul, I realize that,

in the end, it's...

it's just the same.

Barnetts are staying at a hotel tonight.

This would be the time.

I'll have a courier send it over.

Hello?

Um... Howdy.

Where's my buckaroo?

He's not here. His mom and his dad,

- they took him somewhere safe.
- No!

Not the child.

I don't know these people!

Where's my Buckaroo?

I need to find him.

I thought I made it
clear that I had no idea

what your clients were
seeing inside the house

I no longer live in!

You did.

Nice place. Bigger than the last place.

I wanted to ask you about your father.

You have a picture of him?

He died three years ago.

I...

That's him.

He kept saying he was
looking for his buckaroo.

That's what he used to call me.

When I was a kid.

When I came to work for him...

this was years later,

I mean, I had to beg him,

please, stop calling me
that name. It's, um...

unprofessional.

The house is empty.

The Barnetts, they won't come back

until this thing is settled.

Your move, buckaroo.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Hm. You okay?

- I'm just tired.
- Hm.

Dealing with your associates
makes me tired all over.

Well, if it's any comfort,
you're wearing them out, too.

Hm. Not at all comforting.

Hmmm.

Augie, you don't have to...

I quit ASDRA once, as
an impulsive young man.

To do so again would be to
admit I have learned nothing.

That is weakness.

Something I loathe in myself.

I fell in love with
that impulsive young man.

Mm, perhaps that was your weakness.

What if he's dangerous?

He's your dad.

And he's been looking for you.

My little buckaroo.

Dad?

What...

What is this?

What are you doing?

Ever since I was a little boy,

I dreamed of being a cowboy.

Way before you were born,

the summer of '67,

I had the summer off
before I started college.

Worked on a ranch.

You?

I rode.

I herded cattle.

I slept under the stars.

Even rodeoed.

Came in third, team ropin'.

It was the best summer I ever had.

I wished it would never end, but...

it did.

Why?

If you were happy.

My father.

No son of his was
going to waste his life

on the back of a horse.

Went to work at the family firm,

got married,

raised a son.

A good son.

And then I died.

And I went somewhere where...

dreams come true.

You can live the life
that you might'a had.

You know?

So I'm a cowboy.

But I had to come back and tell you

live your dreams.

Don't die with them.

Remember when you took us sailing?

That week in Nantucket.

That was the most fun
I ever had in my life.

I never went out on a sailboat again.

So you're a sailor?

Don't wait to do the good things, Kirby.

I love you, son.

I love you, Dad.

My work here is done.

Don't you have to get to work?

I'm leaving. But I
just needed to tell you

that not only is Brandon
dumber than undercooked meat,

he's also a walking HR violation.

- Kid hit on me. Three times.
- Terrific.

Honestly, I don't think
he's gonna last the week.

Someone might jingle their car keys

and he'd get distracted and leave.

I'm never going to find a
replacement for you, am I?

Or Phil. Or August.

Okay, but that's the thing.
It's been three years!

Stop trying to replace us.

You know, find some new
talent, give 'em some love

for who they are instead
of expecting them to be...

Well, us.

And one more thing.

Thank you.

For?

For shaming me into going to law school.

I mean, I feel like I'm in way,
way over my head and, honestly,

I feel like I'm gonna get
fired almost every day, but

I also feel like I'm

where I was meant to be.

The kind of feeling you
must have every day, right?

Not every day.

Anyways, thank you.

By the way, in case he mentions it,

I am going on a date
with Brandon tonight.

Third time was the charm.

I'm glad you called. I almost forgot.

Third Tuesday of every
month... drinks with Luke.

Don't you doctors
have appointment books?

Yeah, we have them...

we just ignore them.

Oh.

He slays me.

Did you order this?

Lloyd knows.

Uh-huh. Well,

to old friends.

Old friends.

- Mmm.
- Mm.

So, what's his name?

Hunter.

First or last?

Doctor Hunter Manderly.

- Hunter Manderly.
- Okay.

Sounds like a guy from a romance novel.

Does he have a flowing flaxen mane?

Don't be a jerk.

Are you seeing anyone these days?

- Nobody serious.
- Mm.

I stay busy running my
vast real estate empire.

What do you hear from Phil?

Well, sounds like the Vatican's
got him traveling a lot.

- Mm.
- Anthony's restoring

some old church and Felicity's
in her terrible twos.

Phil says it gives
him a new appreciation

for the demons he can control.

Well, Hunter and I
have been talking about

going to Rome in the
spring. I'd love to see them.

- I'll get you the number.
- Hm.

I, uh, I made a note
to call Zooey next week.

I need to do up a will.

Oh, I just saw her the other day.

And Susan. Susan says hi.

Oh. Hi, Susan.

Hm.

It just, uh...

It feels like all the
kids are growing up.

- Hm.
- Zooey is a lawyer.

August is designing killer
satellites, or something.

Phil's off fighting the
forces of darkness and you!

You're an ER doctor saving lives.

Ordering "Ringers lactate. Stat!"

Everyone's evolving.

Making bold moves forward.

And here you are.

Yep.

Here I still am.

Hm.

Are you okay?

I am magnificent.

I ask because you're just kinda...

not yourself.

Now you're just hurting my feelings.

Are you sure you want
to sell this house?

Don't change, Tyler.

I like you just the way you are.

Payback's a bitch, Little Luke.

And it's coming for you.

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