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(tense music) (crows cawing)

(eerie music)

(thunder rumbling) (creepy laughing)

(trees rustling) (eerie vocalizing)

(soft dramatic music)

(soft dramatic music continues)

(shovel scraping) (Ed sighs and grunts)

(dirt pattering)

(birds chirping)

(tense music)

(ladder rattling)

(shovel scraping)

(tense music continues)

- [Woman] Hi!

(door creaking) (upbeat rock music)

- [Women] Hey, Ed!

[Ed] Hey, ladies.

[newspaper rustles]

[Bartender] Oh, for fucksssake. (mumbles)

(bottle tapping)

[Ed] How are the boys?

- [Woman] Good. They're fine.

(door creaks and bangs)

(bottle clinking) - Morning, Ed.

- [Ed] Mmm. - Cutting early today?

- [Ed] Nah, just taking a break.

(upbeat rock music continues)

- [Bartender] You hear about the fire on the Davis Ranch?

- [Ed] Yeah, it's a damn shame.

(pool balls clacking)

(shovel tapping) - (worker in grave sobbing)

Help!

(mosquitoes buzz around Ed]

(worker gasps and whimpers)

(Ed inhales and exhales)

(screams continue)

(eerie vocalizing)

(crickets chirping)

(fire crackling)

(wind howling)

(muffled dance music)

(crowd chattering)

(haunting singing)

- [Young Helen] Hey, Tee. - [Young Tara] Yeah, Helen?

(singing continues)

- [Young Helen] When you grow up, are you gonna get married?

- [Young Tara] Not me.

- [Young Helen] How come?

- [Young Tara] I wanna travel the world.

(crowd claps and cheers)

- Woo! - Woo!

- Woo! - Woo!

- Yeah!

- [Heckler 1] Not you, anyone but you!

- And this next number goes out

to the most beautiful girl in this room.

The princess of Lake Las Vegas, everybody.

♪ (Johnny sings "Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives to Me) ♪

- Oh my God. (chuckles)

- This can't be good. (chuckles)

- Tell me about it.

- [Heckler 1] Learn a modern song, man!

- Are you really leaving us for this guy, Tee?

- I know, it's crazy, but I am.

(Tara chuckles)

[Heckler 1] Why d'you do this to us every night?

- He's not bad. He could make it.

- Don't encourage him. He makes way more as an architect.

- You shallow bitch. (Tara laughing)

- That's me.

[Heckler 2] Wait-he doesn't even know the lyrics?

♪ Oh, the blues...(drunken mumbling) ♪

- Oh, by the way, I got you something.

- You did not have to do this.

- Oh, shush.

- It's so cute. Thank you!

- [Johnny] Come here. (Tara laughing)

Come here.

(eerie music, fly buzzing)

(birds chirping)

(water sloshing)

- I just don't get it. It's just so far.

What are you gonna do up there?

What about your job?

- [Tara] I didn't give it up.

Robert's fine with me working remotely.

- But you said you loved the Chronicle offices

and living on the lake.

- [Tara] I do, Mom, but I love Johnny too.

- I'm happy for you, sweetie, really.

But it's only been a few months. I haven't even met him.

And now he's making you move so far away.

- [Tara] Seriously? He didn't make me.

Look, I gotta go. - Tara, wait!

(armoire door snaps open)

(eerie sounds as photo comes into view)

(Paula sighs)

- [Tara] I love my mother, but-

("Razor Amps" playing) Holy shit! Those are cows!

(both laughing)

- Yeah. Those are cows.

- [Tara] Cool!

(tractor rumbling)

(bees buzzing)

(soft vocalizing)

(soothing music)

(truck engine rumbling)

(door clicks)

(door slams)

- What do you think?

- It's adorable.

(both chuckle)

- You don't think it's too small?

- Nah. Everybody's going tiny house nowadays, right?

- Yeah. Economical.

(chickens clucking) - Mm-hmm.

(Johnny snickers)

- [Tara] What?

- [Johnny] You should see your face right now, babe.

- What do you mean?

- [Johnny] This isn't our house.

- [Tara] Then whose house is it, you dick?

- How am I supposed to know? There's tons of these up here.

Rentals for farm workers mostly.

(dog panting)

- [Tara] Well, I still think it's cute.

- Ah, sure you do.

But if you like this, wait till you see our real house.

(Tara gasps and chuckles) Let's go check it out.

(dog pants)

Oh, hi pal. How's it going?

- Hey, bud. - You're a handsome dog.

- Johnny, Johnny. - Who do you belong to?

(tense music continues)

Beautiful dog. Friendly too.

What's his name?

(Georgie breathing uneasily)

(eerie harmonizing)

- Babe, you said you were gonna show me the house?

- Yeah. (chuckles) (keys jangle)

(a rooster crows)

(engine starts)

(door bangs)

(tense music)

(tense music escalates)

(distorted voices, party laughter)

(Four knocks on wall)

(voices change horribly, screaming)

(four knocks on wall again, louder)

(engine rumbling)

- No way! This cannot be our house.

- Let's go inside.

(keys jangling) (door creaks open)

(gentle music)

(door squeaks and clicks shut)

(Tara gasps with delight)

(both laugh)

- Huh. Oh.

Wow.

- So, ah, I had a landline installed,

but there seems to be a problem with connectivity.

- Connectivity? - Yeah, I'm gonna sort it out.

I just didn't want you to be surprised.

The problem is the trees out in the orchard

are interfering with the cell towers.

So there's no regular wifi service.

- But babe, I need internet for work.

- I know. I've already researched satellite.

It should only take a few days to get set up.

- All right. That'll work.

My article's not due till next week anyway.

(mysterious music continues)

- [Johnny] That's the artist this place belonged to,

Lyvia Ricci.

She painted everything you see here herself.

- Wow.

She's beautiful.

Was she that young when she lived here or...?

- Ah, yeah, it, it's a recent painting.

She's pretty famous back in Italy from what I heard.

Although when I met her, she might have been

going through a tough time.

(Tara exhales) We can take it down.

- Oh, no, it's fine.

It was her house. Let's leave it up for a little bit.

(mysterious music continues)

(birds chirping)

These are like the trees out back.

- (inhales) Walnut trees.

Yeah.

(walnuts cracking) (Johnny chewing)

(music continues)

- [Tara] Did she make this too?

- (chews) I dunno. (chuckles)

- "Con tutto il mio amore, Lyvia."

Huh. I guess she did.

- Here. Can I show you something else?

So this is like a, a fresco

that they found in some ancient villa in Rome.

It belonged to an empress, also named Livia.

I, I forget all the details, but she told me that...

Lyvia, the, the artist, I mean.

- Johnny, uh-huh, this house, it's incredible.

But I can't help but wonder... (walnut clatters)

- Ah, how I can afford it all?

- Yeah. (chuckles) - Truth is,

I, I sort of lucked out.

I was up here when she gets a call,

says she's gotta go back to Italy.

She said she wants, needs to sell it. Furniture and all.

I think she was in over her head.

(soft dramatic music)

- Oh. That's sad for her.

How come you were here?

(Tara chuckles) - I was hired to do

the side courtyard.

And then she says she couldn't pay me.

- Wow. Pretty flaky.

- Yeah, no kidding.

- When was all this?

- Ah, about two months ago.

- Well. I knew you were the boy wonder of architects,

but I didn't know you were also a baron landowner.

- Yes, that's me. (chuckles)

No, but in all seriousness,

it couldn't have come at a better time,

with the job lined up in Sacramento,

and...I mean, look at the place.

I mean, look at that.

(shade clatters)

(birds chirping) (Johnny exhales)

It's so beautiful out here.

And you know, if we can't afford the mortgage-

at least we'll have walnuts. - At least we'll have walnuts?

(both chuckle)

I knew you were gonna say that.

You know how I knew? 'Cause you're a dork.

- Mm. - That was a dorky thing

to say.

But, I love this house.

And I would've stayed up here with you

in the tiny house anyway.

- Would you have? - Of course.

Dork. (Johnny chuckles)

(Tara whispers) Hey, I got an idea.

- Oh, yeah? What's that?

- Why don't we christen this house?

(they kiss)

(soft melodic music)

(waterbed sloshing)

(birds chirping madly)

(tense music)

(chorus vocalizes)

(freezer motor hums)

(crickets chirping)

(chorus vocalizes)

(tense music)

(tense music escalates)

(rat squeaking)

Oh my God! - What?

- It's a rat! There's a rat, Johnny!

- There's a rat on the bed! - [JOHNNY EXCLAIMS] What the?

(Johnny falls, stumbles)

- It licked my face!

- Ew. - Go find it for me!

Can't just leave it! Please!

- You want...you want me to go find it?

- Yes. Please! Help me!

- Okay, okay. Calm down, baby.

I'll...I'll go find the rat.

- Wait. Put these on.

- Why? - What if it bites you?

You're gonna get rabies.

- Jesus.

(pants rustling)

(footsteps shuffling, Johnny swearing)

- Anything? - Nothing yet.

- (scoffs) No wonder she sold this place so cheap,

it's infested with rats! (huffs)

(eerie music)

(distorted whispering)

(footsteps shuffling)

Well?

- [Johnny] No sign of any rats.

I checked everywhere.

- Are you sure?

- I'm sure. - But I saw it, Johnny.

I felt it. - Babe, you dreamt it.

You had a nightmare, that's all.

- No. It was real.

- It's, it's probably the new house

or the new sleeping arrangements.

Maybe that fight with your mom.

Aw, hey. Listen to me.

I've had dreams like that too.

I know. I know it seemed real.

Let's try and get some sleep, okay?

- Okay. (Johnny kisses)

- [Johnny] Let me know if you need anything else.

(Johnny sighs)

- Love you. - Love you.

(chorus vocalizing)

(raw rice cascading into bin)

(metal clanking)

(forklifts beeping)

(keyboard clattering) - (scoffs) Dammit!

(outdoor construction noise)

(landline ringing)

(phone beeps)

Hi, Mom.

- You don't sound very happy to hear from me.

- I gotta get this article by tomorrow.

- (sighs) I've tried Messenger.

It just keeps ringing. And your cell phone.

- Well, the cell service out here sucks, remember?

And the wifi...satellite's not gonna be up for a while.

[Paula] Well, that's ridiculous.

For heaven's sakes, it's been more than a week.

- (sighs) I know.

Well, they keep saying they're gonna come out here,

but we're in the middle of the sticks, Mom.

So, if there's nothing else can I get back to work now?

(keypad beeps, men shout outside)

(Strange buzz sound)

[Voice] Paula.

[Tara] Mom?

- Th-There is something else I need to tell...

I need to ask you, Tara.

(Tara sighs)

Did...did you leave because of me?

- (strange sounds continue)

- Don't change the subject. (shovel scraping)

[Voice] Paula! - Was it my fault?

- Why do you feel like you're at the root

of every decision that I make?

- Because it always seems that I am.

- That's not true at all.

- You hardly know him. - [Tara] That is not true.

(shovel patting) [Tara]I do know Johnny.

I know the way that he makes me feel.

He makes me feel like I matter.

- [Paula] Did you think you didn't?

- Mom, haven't you ever done something impulsive for love?

- Yeah, I have.

[Voice] Paula.

Guess what? It didn't end well.

- [Tara] Wouldn't have been that guy in that photo I saw?

The one you freaked out over?

- Geez, Tara, you're like a dog with a bone.

Am I not entitled to any privacy?

- Yeah. Just like I'm entitled to make my own decisions.

- Paula! (ladder bangs)

(Paula gasps) (workers shouting outside)

(ceramic pot clattering)

- Are you still there? - [Tara] Hang on.

[Tara] One of the flower pots fell over.

- Uh-oh. Raccoons, I bet.

That's just what you need. No wifi and now-

- Mom, I have got a mess to clean up now.

I've got things to do, okay? I, I gotta go.

- Ah, t...tell Johnny to get some traps.

- I will. I'll talk to you later, okay?

Bye. - [Paula] Okay, I love you.

- Love you. (phone beeps)

(chorus vocalizing)

(traveling music)

(box rustling)

- Honey, I want you to know how much I appreciate you coming

and helping me with this today.

- Well, I did get lunch out of it.

(both chuckle) You're really going at

this clutter-clearing thing.

- Well, I'm determined.

I have all these titles on my e-reader now.

- An e-reader? Pfft, you tech geek.

- I know, right?

- Oh, Mom, look. I hadn't seen this in forever

- When I gave it to you, you said you loved it

and you weren't ever gonna take it off.

- I do, I just...I think I took it off

when I went on that road trip with Helen last summer.

- Well, that would've been the time to wear it,

I mean, I chose the halo design

for, oh, new beginnings and strength.

You know, honey, just don't ever forget,

I do love you and I want you to live your life,

whether I'm good at showing it or not, okay?

- I love you too.

I'll remember, don't worry.

- There.

Oh, can you grab me some more packing tape

out of the desk, sweetie?

- Sure.

- I think it's on the left side.

(drawer scraping)

- Oh, on the left side...

(framed photo falls out)

Mom. - Yeah?

(tense music)

- Who's this?

- Where'd you find that?

Where did you find that? Give it to...

- What's this, an old boyfriend you're crushing on?

- Give it back! You...

Tch... snoop through my stuff!

(frame clattering)

Oh, here it is. I found it.

(tape tearing)

- You literally told me to look for it.

(soft dramatic music continues)

(music changes)

(wind rustles)

(tense music builds)

(people laughing, calling out) (water splashing)

- (gasps) Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

- You got dirt on my shoes.

- Oh, sorry. I, oh...

(walking stick scraping)

Hi.

(soft drum beats)

I'm Tara. I just moved here.

My boyfriend and I, we live down the road.

You must love it here. It's so peaceful.

Okay, um, I'll, I'll just go.

(suspenseful music)

- Coyotes.

- Okay.

(chorus vocalizing)

(crickets chirping)

(knife chopping)

I met the strangest old dude today.

- Really? Where?

- Well, I went for a walk by the river.

So pretty there.

There there were people swimming.

There was a really cool rope swing too.

- What happened? One of 'em bother you?

- Oh, no, no, no, no. Nothing like that.

I...we just didn't see each other

and kind of slammed into one another.

- I got it. - I don't know.

Just, bam.

Said I was sorry, but he just kind of glared at me.

Handed me a walking stick, said something about coyotes

and walked off. - That is weird.

- Right? (wine pouring)

I mean, I introduced myself, tried to make conversation.

I told him we just moved here. - Wait, wait, what now?

You gave him your name?

Why'd you do that if the guy was a weirdo?

- I didn't know he was a weirdo

until I tried to talk to him.

- No, but you said he glared at you.

- Well, yeah, but I- - Tara, did you tell him

where we live?

- I just pointed in the direction of our house.

I was just trying to be friendly.

- Seriously, Tara? Did your mom

not give you the rundown on this shit?

- (scoffs) I'm not a child, Johnny.

- No, but you're, you're, you're too trusting.

All right, you said the guy was a weirdo and,

and now he knows where we live.

And your name.

- There are like 10 houses in all of River Oaks, Johnny.

If he wanted to find me, he would.

- Well, there's at least 20 houses here.

Come on, come on.

I'm just, I'm just trying to keep you safe.

I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry.

- Well, at least I got to talk to someone besides you

and my mother for five minutes.

- (chuckles) Ouch. (hand pats)

Thanks a lot, hon.

(crickets chirping)

- Well, there's been nothing but mosquitoes,

over a week with no wifi.

Hardly any cell reception.

(toothbrush scratching)

- Yeah, I know, hon.

Been hearing about it every day since we got here.

(Tara sighs) (faucet running)

- (mumbles) Damn bed's gonna make me seasick.

You've been hearing about it

'cause it's a big problem for me.

- (spits) Yeah.

(Tara sighs) (faucet running)

(tense music)

What do you want me to do, Tara?

I called them. You called them.

Besides, I've been swamped at the new job site.

- Johnny, I know that this project's

really important to you.

But what about my work?

I need to go online and I need internet.

'cause my article's gonna be due soon.

- I knew this was gonna happen.

[Tara] What? (drawer thuds)

- I knew you wouldn't like it here, Tara.

- That's not fair. That's like emotional blackmail.

You didn't tell me I was gonna be in a house

with no wifi and no cell reception.

- Emotional blackmail, Tara? Come on.

Where'd you get that? Some Instagram meme?

- (scoffs) I wouldn't know.

Haven't been able to get on Instagram in more than a week.

- Oka-aaay. I'll, ah, I'll ask around.

See what people are doing up here.

And tomorrow I will take you to the post office.

- The post office? - Yeah.

(waterbed sloshing) They have...(laughs)

- Geez. - We're getting rid

of this bed. (laughs)

They have a fax machine. It's like a mile away.

We can send it in the old-fashioned way, just this once.

What do you say?

- Yeah, that'll work.

But do you promise you'll look into it for me?

- Yes, Tara. I promise.

- Okay. (kisses)

(otherworldly singing and sounds)

(vocalizing continues louder, odd buzzing)

(fantastical music, singing)

(static crackling)

(fireplace crackling)

(Four knocks inside the wall)

(man pleads, in Greek, four knocks repeat)

(woman shouts in Greek)

(four knocks repeat and repeat)

(creepy laughing)

(distorted yelling)

(Johnny wakes up, gasping)

(bed sloshes)

- Hey, you all right?

- (exhales) Yeah. Just a nightmare.

It's okay. Just go back to sleep.

- Okay.

(Tara murmurs)

(Johnny breathes uneasily)

(melody, "Escaping Time")

(birds chirping)

(plane engine revs)

(melody continues)

(Engine whirring fades)

- There you go.

Top page shows when it was received,

in case you need a record.

- Perfect. Thank you so much.

I shouldn't have to do this again.

- If I'm not being too nosy,

any reason you're not using Dale Johnson for internet?

- [Johnny] We don't know anything about that.

- Oh, Dale's a cousin of mine.

Lyvia's was one of the houses he had hooked up.

It, it's all the trees, is what it is.

Dale lives out there too, and he set up his own.

Next thing we knew, all the orchard folks were using him.

Can't help you with cell reception, sorry to say.

Hey, but you know what?

Lyvia once told me that if she, um, you know,

moved around the house, big house that it is,

that, ah, sometimes she could get enough bars

to make a call.

- We were thinking satellite.

I thought I saw a dish on the roof.

- Mm. It'll take them forever to give you an appointment.

- (chuckles) Yeah.

- Yeah. - We, we noticed that.

- And then if anything goes wrong,

it takes them forever to come back out.

Just not enough of us around here

for the big companies to care about, hmm.

- We'd love this number. - Great.

That'll make Dale's Day. (door creaks and thuds)

♪ Somebody loves me... ♪

- Oh, hey.

How you doing, Georgie? ♪ ...Who can it be ♪

- Tara, Johnny, this is Georgie Smalls.

[Tara] Hi.

- Georgie, you remember Lyvia, don't you?

♪ I wish I knew ♪ - The gal who like to paint?

Used to bake you cookies?

♪ Doesn't care about diamond rings ♪

♪ Silkens or satins or fancy things ♪

♪ The daughter of Rosie O'Grady ♪

- Yep, well, Johnny and Tara live in her old house now.

(suspenseful music)

♪ Somebody loves me ♪

♪ I wish I knew. ♪

- Hey, I, I know that song.

- Oh my gosh.

[Tara] He does, unfortunately. ♪ Who can it be ♪

- Nothing like your boyfriend singing karaoke

to embarrass you in front of your friends.

- Nah. No, no, no, no, no.

They loved it. (Mary Ann chuckles)

(Johnny sings)

♪ Somebody loves me ♪

♪ I wonder who ♪

♪ I wonder who can it be, some- ♪

- Op. Sorry, buddy. I didn't mean to scare you.

(Georgie gasps) - [Mary Ann] Georgie?

Ge-Georgie! (door creaks and slams)

Oh, dang it, ah, he left Liz's,

I, I mean, his mom's package.

(sighs) I'll take it to her later.

Georgie doesn't mean any harm.

He just...sees the world in his own way.

- [Johnny] Nah, he's good.

- Oh, let me get you Dale's number.

- Okay, great.

- Of course, till it gets back to you,

you could use the wifi at the bar.

- The bar? - Uh-huh.

Nicholas Tavern. It's just two doors down.

Wifi's free for customers.

In fact, if you head over there now,

you'll be right on time for Mike to open.

- The bar opens at 9:00 AM? (all chuckle)

What do they serve breakfast? (all chuckle)

- Well, farmers out here start at the crack of dawn,

so by now, some of them are ready for their first beer.

- [Johnny] You think that's a good idea?

You sitting alone at a bar?

- It's perfectly safe.

Not more than a few locals at this hour.

- How are you gonna get home?

- I can walk. It's, it's not that far.

- [Mary Ann] Oh, I can take you back.

I close at noon and I can just pop you back over to Lyvia's.

- You close in the middle of the day?

- Yeah, just for an hour.

Uh, I'm here by myself. Gotta eat, right? (chuckles)

- Well, I appreciate it, but I don't wanna be any bother.

- Oh, it's no bother at all.

- I don't plan- - How long do you need?

- I'll pretty much take whatever I can get.

- [Johnny] If you can get what you need done in an hour,

I'll go with you.

- Really? Are you sure?

- Yeah, hour won't kill me and I'm just not comfortable

with you sitting alone at a bar

after that guy you ran into yesterday.

Not that I don't trust you at your word, that it's safe,

but this way we don't put you to any trouble.

- Mm. No trouble at all.

Not a bit.

- Thank you, Mary Ann.

Um, I'll give Dale a call from the bar.

- Let's use mine. Ah, that way he has my number,

'cause you know, phone service is better at

at the job site over the house.

- Okay, yeah. (keypad beeping)

- There you go. - Thank you.

- You sure we're a lot of help today. Thanks.

- My pleasure. Anytime.

Ah, tell Mike I said not to give you any stale pretzels.

- Absolutely. (Mary Ann chuckles)

Thanks, Mary Ann. - Take care.

(door creaks and thuds)

(Mary Ann's country song crescendos)

(Rock music heard from inside the tavern)

- Then he thought that, like, if he wore a mask,

no one would know who he was.

- (chuckles) Like anybody doesn't know who he is.

- [Mike] Hey.

- [Johnny] 'Morning.

- Good morning. - What can I get ya?

- Um, can I just get a coffee, please?

- Diet soda, please. - Sure.

- (gulps) You two are new.

- Yeah. Ah, moved in here just over a week ago.

- Is that right? Whereabouts?

- Ah, the walnut orchards up by Grant Road.

- Ah, Lyvia's old house. Oh, wow.

She did that place up so beautifully, didn't she?

So talented. Little secretive.

And on the run, maybe, but so talented.

I bet you got a really good deal too, right?

Kind of like a fire sale?

- It's a great house, but, ah,

pretty sure I saw a rat the night we moved in.

- You were dreaming.

- There are some critters out here.

I'd be putting out a trap just in case.

But, ah, how are you liking it outside of the rats?

- Ah... - She's...(clears throat)

She's still adjusting.

I think this one's gonna surprise you.

She looks like one of those

blooms-where she's-planted types.

- (chuckles) Blooms where she's planted?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, I bet that's what

Mackay would say - Oh my go-

that was a long time ago. You guys...

Why would you say that? They just got here.

Anyway, don't pay attention to him.

(group chattering)

You know what?

Now that I think about it, I feel like we've met.

- Ah, we might've.

I've been in here a couple times.

- You have? - Yes.

Ah, me and a couple of the guys came out here

while we were working on Lyvia's courtyard.

I didn't know about the wifi though.

- That's not what I was thinking at all.

I just...you didn't mention the bar though.

- Look around-why would he?

This place is a dump.

(door creaks open)

Oh, no.

(door creaks and bangs)

♪ I wonder who ♪

♪ I wonder who can it be ♪

♪ Somebody loves me ♪

- You, out!

♪ Somebody loves ♪ - Now!

♪ I wonder who ♪

- Mike, no. ♪ Somebody loves me ♪

♪ I wish I knew ♪

- Leave him alone. Come on.

(door creaks and bangs)

Go.

Why'd you have to do that, Mike?

Hasn't he been through enough?

- My ass, Annie, every time that kid comes in here,

he steals something.

I don't care if he's a retard or not.

No one steals from me. - Do not say that word.

You know better. (door creaking)

- Hey, Bry.

(door bangs)

(bottle cap clattering)

Saw your plane up there earlier.

- Don't wear that shit in here.

- Aw, I can wear whatever I want, Sergeant.

It's a free country.

Isn't that what you fought for?

Freedom? (exhales, snickers)

(bottle taps) - I was drafted.

- Well. If it's too much for you, I can take it off.

What do you say, huh? Right now?

- [Mike] (clears throat)

What do you say, Sergeant?

(jackhammer outside gets louder)

(scoffs) What'd ya say, Sergeant?

- No, thanks. - Hmph.

- [Annie] (mutters) Yeah. You should be so lucky.

- Did you have to? Hasn't he been through enough already?

- Shut up, Mike.

(bottle taps)

(glasses clink)

(glasses tap)

(liquor sloshing) - Oh, um, we should...

- Probably get going. - Yeah.

- Yeah, I gotta get to work. - Yeah.

Ah, thank you. It was great to meet both of you.

- Really nice meeting you guys.

(key jangling) (door creaks and bangs)

(both laughing)

(Johnny chuckles) - Wow.

- Yeah. No kidding.

Looks like you got yourself an admirer.

Come on.

(frogs, crickets, coyotes make night sounds)

("Rakoons" plays in the kitchen)

(phone buzzes 'send fail')

(Tara sighs)

(sudden drums)

(object outside clatters)

- What the hell?

(light switch clicks)

Not again. (sighs)

(suspenseful music)

- What are we looking at? - Holy shit.

You scared the hell out of me.

- Sorry, I thought you heard me come in.

- I...I think there might be someone outside.

And yesterday when I was on the phone, I heard a crash

and there was a broken flower pot.

- It's probably raccoons, but I'll check it out.

(Johnny grunting) - Eh, it's stuck.

- I'll fix it. Don't worry.

Sit down. Have a glass of wine.

- I already had one.

- Well have another one.

(Tara chuckles) All right.

I'll be back.

(door creaks and thuds)

(song still plays in kitchen)

(glass taps)

(Sighs) Come on.

(grunting) This friggin' thing!

(door creaks and thuds)

Anything?

(flashlight taps)

(phone beeps)

- [Johnny] Shit.

- What is it?

- No dial tone.

The wires outside are damaged.

(suspenseful music)

- Raccoons can do that?

- (breathes deep) It could be...raccoons.

That guy that you ran into the other day,

would you remember him if you saw him again?

- Why do you ask?

- In case it wasn't raccoons.

- (sighs) Okay, now you're scaring me.

- I don't wanna do that, I just...

I can't tell if the wire was chewed or cut.

- That's not good news.

Truth is, he was in the bar this morning.

- The guy that blue hair was arguing with?

- Yeah.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- 'Cause you kind of freaked me out the other night

when you were grilling me about him.

And then again this morning in the post office.

(sighs) I already have a guard dog, Johnny, named Paula.

Remember? I don't need another one.

- Seriously? That's how you took it?

(Tara scoffs) I was just trying to keep-

- Keep me safe, yeah, I know.

- Not just that, but...

you've been so on edge recently

since we got up here.

- Well, I'm frustrated. Which I have a right to be.

I mean, you know, I need wifi for work.

Other than that, I'm fine.

- Really?

(mosquito buzzes around Johnny)

Are you sure you don't wanna go back to Nevada?

- Do you want me to go back?

- No. No.

You have no idea how much I want you here.

I just was thinking...

- Maybe don't think so much?

and just, you know, stop trying to control everything.

Let's just enjoy each other. Okay?

- [Johnny] Okay. (kisses)

(night critter noise) (Tara and Johnny laughing)

- So where's that pub you spotted? Is it pretty far?

- [Johnny] Yeah, it's a little bit of a drive,

but we're gonna head there anyway.

- [Tara] I like driving in this truck.

- All right. (door bangs)

(engine turns over)

(truck radio blares rock)

(tires screech)

(radio rock fades)

(suspenseful music, feet shuffling)

(owl hoots)

(birds chirping)

- Mike, trust me, there is nothing I want more right now

than a cold beer, but I have got to walk Steinem.

Steinem, calm down.

Yeah, no, for sure. I'm gonna come in later tonight.

(panting laugh) I'm looking forward to it too.

(sighs) I know. I don't think he's still mad.

He knows it's all a joke.

Come here, Steinem, all right, well as soon

as I'm done walking her, I'll be there.

Tell Sarge I want him to see my new T-shirt.

Come here. Stay, good girl.

All right, yeah. (dog panting)

I'll see you later.

(suspenseful music)

(dog whining)

Steinem. Hold on.

I gotta make another call.

Steinem! (dog barking)

Steinem!

Steinem, get back here!

Steinem!

Steinem, here, baby girl.

Steinem. Stei...

What are you doing?

(shotgun blasting)

(night birds trilling)

(barrel clacking)

(shotgun blasting) (bottle clinks)

(frogs clicking and whistling)

("Santa Lucia" plays inside house)

(walking stick clatters)

("Santa Lucia" continues)

(door creaks open)

- Hey. - Hey.

- Sorry I'm late. Did you get my text?

- I did. Believe it or not.

I was able to save the lasagna before it dried out.

- Oh, we're having lasagna?

- Yeah. (laughs) - Oh yes.

- You're in a good mood. (Johnny chuckles)

- Well, let's just say it was a successful day. (kiss)

- Mm. You're all stinky.

- Oh, what? You don't like it all of a sudden?

- No, gross.

- (chuckles) All right. Get away.

- I'm gonna go heat up the lasagna.

- All right, well I'm gonna go shower. Come on.

- No, I've already had my shower.

- Come here. Hey, I'm hungry, let's go.

- [Tara] (laughs) Johnny, stop it!

(light switch clicks)

(shower spraying) ("Amorosa" plays in bath)

♪ I was so in love with you ♪

♪ That I forgot just who I was ♪

♪ I was so adored by you ♪

♪ That I forgot just who you were ♪

(shower spray continues inside)

(Georgie's footsteps outside)

(song continues inside)

(Johnny and Tara laughing, chattering, playing)

Stop!

(Indistinct chatter continues)

(Johnny) Babe!

(Johnny) What are you doing?

(Indistinct chatter continues)

(Johnny) No!

(Tara) Its mine!

- What the fuck?!

- Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

Georgie, Georgie, go home! Go home, Georgie, go!

Get outta here, Georgie! Go home!

(Georgie whispering)

Georgie, go home!

Go, please! Georgie, Georgie!

- What the fuck are you doing here?

Answer me, you creep! - Ah!

- Fucking tell me! (Georgie groaning)

You come on out here again, I swear to God,

I'm gonna kill you!

You understand? Do you understand what I'm saying?

Answer me, you creep! - Johnny, Johnny, no!

Johnny, stop it! - Answer me!

- Johnny, stop it! Johnny!

- Get- goddammit!

(gate clicking)

Goddammit! Why'd you stop me?

That was our guy. You let him go.

You like it when he looks at you? Huh?

- What do you even mean? No!

I can't even believe you right now!

- Tara, I didn't... (door slams)

(fist hits wall)

(Georgie whimpering)

(hand slapping)

(birds squawking)

(children chattering)

(dog barking)

- Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom. What's that?

- Just wait, okay?

(dog panting)

(tense music)

(dog whines and barks)

(birds chirping)

(tense music continues)

(patrons chattering)

- I was just about to text you.

- [Tara] 50/50 chance that would've came through.

(sighs) So what's up?

- [Helen] Robert loved your story.

- He did? - He totally did.

He called all of us into his office,

read it out loud and, get this-

Said we should all use it as an example.

- Really?

You're not just making that up to make me feel better?

- Um, no, I'm not, Tee,

'cause I didn't know you were feeling bad.

(Tara sighing)

[Helen] Oh, Tee. What's wrong?

- Johnny and I had a fight. (cries)

The other day when we were leaving the park,

there was this creepy guy staring at me.

And then last night, Johnny and I,

well, we were in the shower and when we got out,

this guy's looking in through the window. The same guy.

So of course, Johnny freaks out and runs after him.

And then I run after Johnny because I don't know what to do.

So then, Johnny's wailing on him

then I jump on Johnny trying to get him off.

(water rushing)

(tense music)

- I am so sorry. Are you okay?

- Yeah. I mean, I'm all right.

- (sighs) That would shake anybody up.

That's a creepy thing to have happened.

And he said he was sorry. Right?

- Uh, yeah, but does that make it okay though?

- (sighs) God, Tara, what do I say?

I literally met him the night before you left.

We were hammered.

Like, one minute you're on your first date

and the next you're moving in together 600 miles away.

("Cheating Heart" plays in saloon)

- Yeah, well, what was I supposed to do?

I mean, he invited me to come stay with him.

And how was it supposed to work with me there and him here?

- I get it. He's a hottie.

- (exasperated breath) It's not that. I love him.

Why don't people get that?

- Look, he's never acted like this before. Right?

So maybe he's a little insecure?

Plus, it's a whole new life for him too.

- You know, the other day he told me I could change my mind

if I wanted, that I still had my lease,

and he was worried that I wasn't happy here.

So, maybe you're right.

- {Helen] There you go. So read him the riot act,

let him apologize, and give him another chance.

Problem solved. (message dings)

Gotta get back to work. Hang in there.

I'm here for you. And congratulations.

- Oh, right, the story.

Well, thanks.

You're next, you know.

You're a much better writer than I am.

- (scoffs) Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay.

- Bye.

(birds chirping)

(soft dramatic music)

- You know what your mother would say. (chuckles)

- You know, she wasn't one to really talk, so...

(both laugh) (door creaks and thuds)

"Let Em Fly" playing in post office

- Hey. - Oh, hey.

You walked? - Well, yeah, but it's-

- You should have called me.

I would've come get you.

- Oh, that's sweet, but it's a beautiful day,

and, ah, I was kind of maybe hoping

you might wanna get lunch?

- Sure. Sounds like fun.

- Cool. - You're in luck too.

Dale's here. My cousin? The wifi guy.

- Oh, sorry. I'm totally out of it.

Nice to meet ya. - Howdy.

You must be the one at Lyvia's place, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah, well she owed me

a lot of money.

Owed everybody. - I've heard that

once or twice. Don't worry,

we wouldn't do anything like that to ya.

- (chuckles) Well, I've heard that once or twice too.

Your boyfriend even said the same thing.

- Huh. Um...you talked to him today?

- No, I talked to him last week.

- Last week? When?

- Ah, it was probably a couple of hours

after you left your message.

He said he'd give me a call,

let me know when to come on by.

- And he hasn't been in touch?

- No, I haven't heard a peep.

(country song continues)

- You, you know, he probably, he probably just forgot.

Um, I'm sorry.

Do you think maybe you'd have any time this week to come by?

- I mean, I can swing by Friday morning, if that works.

About 10? - Friday at 10

would be perfect. - All right, you betcha.

- Thanks, Dale. - See you then.

See you, cuz. - (chuckles) Thanks, Dale.

So. You been to Duke's?

("Darktown Strutters' Ball" plays in diner)

(patrons chatter)

(plate taps)

(utensils clink)

- Oh my gosh. These burgers are amazing.

I had no idea this place was in the middle

of all the rice fields. - I told you, Tara.

River Oaks has everything. A tavern, a burger bar.

- A post office. - The best post office.

(chuckles) And in a few days, you'll have WiFi

and it'll be like you never left home.

- Just like it. (Mary Ann chuckles)

(song continues)

So, ah, what's up with the cook?

- Oh, um...you mean, Billy?

You know, we had like a thing a while back,

but we're, we're just friends now.

- Uh huh. Just friends?

That's why you got twice as many fries as I did?

You gonna share this with me?

- Not a chance. I earned these, believe me.

- I bet. (Mary Ann chuckles)

(phone ringing) Oh.

It's Mike from the tavern. He never calls.

Hey, big guy, what's up?

- Mike (breathes shakily) Okay.

I just gotta say it. All right.

Um.

Annie's dead.

- [Mary Ann] What? How?

- (crying) They murdered my friend.

- [Mary Ann] (gasps) I...I...I'm at Duke's.

I, I can come back.

- The sheriff's here.

(melancholy soft rock plays in bar)

- [Tara] Is everything okay?

- Um, a local,

someone we know pretty well.

Annie.

- Oh no, Mary Ann. I'm so sorry.

- They think she was murdered.

- Murdered?

Is that the Annie that Johnny and I met

in the bar the other day? - Yeah, she's always there.

I gotta go. The sheriff's there with Mike.

I gotta see if they need any help.

- Let me drive you.

(hitched breath) Okay,

but I, I want you to take the truck home.

I, I don't want you to walk. - Mary Ann, it's-

- Please. It'll make me feel better.

You can, you can pick me up when I close

and, and I'll drive you back.

- Sure, okay. Let's go.

- Okay. (breath catches)

(door clicks)

Oh, um,

I just remembered something.

The other day at the bar? Annie?

She was arguing with somebody. A man.

- Wh-What man?

- Um, he was kind of weird. Ah, a little scary.

I think they called him 'Sergeant'...something?

- Sergeant Brian? - Yes, that was it.

- (sighs) Yeah. I guess PTSD will do that.

But he's gonna be just as sick about this as everyone else.

(truck whooshes by)

(tense music)

(pickup engine humming)

(tense music continues)

(tires crunch on gravel)

(ignition clicks)

(footsteps crunching)

(gate creaking)

(tense music continues)

(door clicks)

(music swells)

(gate clicks)

(door thuds)

(Tara breathes unsteadily)

(Johnny's truck door clicks and thuds, engine rumbles)

(door clicks)

(birds chirping)

(gate clicks and creaks)

(chorus vocalizes)

(phone camera clicks)

(truck engine whirring)

(Tara exhales)

- I'm so sorry about Annie.

- It's just...

the way they found her.

It's like lightning striking twice.

- What do you mean?

- (sighs) Well, I was just a teenager when it happened...

in Mr. Takahashi's Orchard.

(suspenseful music)

Day workers, hired for the season...

It started with just one hole.

He asked them if they knew anything about it.

They said no.

So that night, Mr. Takahashi went back out with his rifle

because he was suspicious.

He sure had a right to be.

The hole was filled.

So he called the cops.

- They found a body, didn't they?

- A migrant worker, beaten to death with a shovel.

(Tara gasps)

But then they found 24 more.

(intense music)

24 more graves, Tara,

spread out all across our beautiful orchards.

They never seen that gruesome of a series of murders

in California at the time.

- They ever catch who did it?

- They caught him. Edward J. Mackay was his name.

The strange thing is, Tara,

Ed Mackay died in prison two years ago.

(fire crackles, shovel clinks)

- Helen? Yeah, I know. Twice in one day.

I need you try something. Listen, listen.

I need you to look something-- (sighs) no, listen.

I don't have a good connection.

I need you to look something up for me. Okay?

It's "River Oaks serial killer."

(static interference)

Yes.

Helen?

(chorus vocalizes)

(crickets chirping)

(tense music)

(door clicks and creaks)

(Johnny exhales) (keys jangling)

(door thuds)

How come you didn't tell me the wifi guy called you back?

- Oh, shit. I totally forgot.

(Tara sighs)

- How could you forget when you know

it's so important to me?

- I dunno.

Got a lot on my mind.

- Okay.

(glass taps)

Like what?

- Just...stuff.

- Do you plan to tell me about this stuff or...?

- I do plan on telling you.

I'm just, I'm not ready to talk about it yet.

- But how do I know that, Johnny?

- Because I promise, Tara.

(Tara sighs) Tara, you can trust me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the wifi guy.

And I'm sorry I acted like such an asshole the other night.

I fucked up.

Everything I've worked so hard to build between us.

- You said I liked it.

You said I liked him looking in on me.

- I know. I just...

I just, I saw him out there, looking in on us

and I lost it.

- Yeah, well, you still shouldn't have hurt him.

- I know that.

(Tara sighs deeply)

- Look, I admit it wasn't fun

seeing him out there.

But we both know there are better ways

to handle these things.

- I agree.

(music grows softer)

Hey.

This means everything to me.

Everything.

Please give me another chance.

Hey. (Tara sighs)

Do you remember the first time we made love?

I sang to you. Do you remember?

Yes, I remember.

♪ There are blues... ♪ - This is not fair.

(singing "Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives to Me")

(fountain splashing)

(Helen's phone app trills)

- You have a window to the world. Yay!

- Shh!

- Op! Sorry.

- An incredibly slow one, but it works.

- So...find a better one?

- Dale the wifi guy's our only option,

but at least I can get a rental car now,

which is another reason I don't wanna stay on too long.

I wanna get one before Johnny comes home.

- Oh...kay?

- [Tara] I don't want him to know I have transport.

- Okay. - Not yet.

- (nervous chuckle) You're scaring me.

- (breathes deep) Helen, I wanna tell you,

but I don't want you to get all judgy.

- I wasn't judging you, I was worrying about you.

- [Tara] I love you too, Helen, but-

- Gee, thanks.

- But what I wanna do is gonna sound crazy

and you're probably gonna try to talk me out of it.

- (deep sigh) So just like when we were ten? Go ahead.

We both know I won't be able to anyway.

- I wanna follow Johnny. See what he's up to.

- So...spy on him? - I guess.

- The guy you brush your teeth next to every night?

- Yeah. - The guy you have sex with?

- What's your point? - You're right.

It does sound crazy.

- He lied. He told me he'd never been up here

before he got the job on Lyvia's - this house.

And yesterday, I saw him put a rose on a grave.

- So you're already spying.

- Someone named Gloria Rivera.

- Ooh. An old girlfriend, maybe?

- Who's been dead for 20 years?

- Ah. Well, I suppose if you weren't,

you know, Tara Manning,

you could have just asked him whose grave it was.

- Um, we were kind of in the middle of making up.

- Uh-huh.

- He sang to me.

- (laughs) That's what got you into this mess.

- Look, look, I, I hinted,

I asked him if he was keeping anything from me.

- And?

- He said he had some stuff.

- Stuff? - And said he's not ready

to talk about it yet.

- Okay. So you're sleeping with a guy you don't trust

who's keeping secrets he's not ready to share,

so you're renting a car so you can catch him

in suspicious acts, such as putting flowers on graves.

Anything else?

- That's it.

- We are so different.

Okay, well, good luck.

Like there'd be any point in me saying anything else.

Besides, I wanna know what happens

in your little murder mystery.

Oh. Speaking of which, I found out about

that serial killer you asked about.

- You heard me?

- Yep. And I emailed you.

Whatever. I'll give you the highlights now.

Are you pitching this to Robert?

- I am now.

Um, I was worried he was gonna say

it's not in my wheelhouse, but I'm right here,

and, ah, now there's been another murder.

- Whoa. You're joking.

- No, of course not. - When?

- Yesterday, a woman. (Helen's keyboard clatters)

- Nothing about a woman being murdered up there.

- Probably not yet. They're still investigating.

I wanna get a jump on it before somebody else

makes the connection.

- Wait, they found her in an orchard?

- Yeah.

- But I read

this Mackay guy's dead.

- Copycat, maybe? Makes it even scarier.

- Scary always sells. (keyboard clattering)

- Yeah, but Johnny and I, we met her.

We were talking to her.

- Shit. That is scary.

So what did you find?

- I thought you were scared?

- A story's a story, Helen.

- (sighs) Well...

Edward J. Mackay managed a contracting business

that supplied cheap labor to farmers.

Migrants and homeless, mostly.

He hired and killed 25 of those men.

(intense music)

(shovel slamming)

Gruesomely Tara. I'll let you read those details

for yourself, but those men died horrific deaths.

- [Tara] God, imagine how messed up it must have been

for the farmers finding bodies in their orchards.

- Yeah, it's like discovering death

where they make things grow.

- Ooh. I'm gonna write that down.

"Death in a place of life."

- There's your title. - Yeah, totally is.

- I should start billing you for these.

- Seriously. It's good.

- I've always assumed farms were such peaceful places.

- Tell me about it. (sighs)

Look, I gotta go, Boo.

And now I have internet so I can look up

whatever else I need.

- I'll look too. Your life is more interesting

than mine at the moment. (chuckles)

- Is something wrong?

- No. I'm just bored.

- [Helen] But you know what?

Better bored than in danger.

So serious. Tara, please be careful.

- Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. (kisses)

- Okay. (kisses)

(transmission beeps off)

(keyboard clatters)

(shovel tapping)

(app trills again) (Tara sighs dramatically)

- [Paula] I thought I saw you online. You got wifi!

By the way, did you know your landline's not working?

(night creatures screeching)

(eerie music)

(Tara shifts restlessly)

(rat squeaking)

- (whispers) Johnny?

(whispers louder) Johnny.

(Johnny moans) Johnny.

(suspenseful music)

Shit!

- Johnny (whoops with fright)

Whaa?? - The rat, Johnny!

It was just here. - What?

- The rat. - (groans) Oh, please.

- Johnny! - No, no.

(groggy mumble) I rat last time. You rat.

I looked everywhere. You rat this time. You rat.

- So, you want me to go?

- Mm.

- Alone?

- Yeah. I'm a feminist.

- (scoffs) Fine. Whatever.

(waterbed sloshes)

(eerie singsong)

(Four knocks from wall)

(suspenseful music)

(strange voices, muted)

(intense music)

(screeching)

- Tara. Tara.

Tara! Tara, wake up!

Tara!

- Johnny! Johnny! (sobbing)

Oh, baby! Oh, God, it was horrible!

I saw her, Johnny! Oh, I saw her!

She was dead! (sobbing)

(music builds)

(chorus vocalizes)

(chorus continues, voices get louder)

(fire crackling)

(soft piano)

She was dead, Johnny.

She was on the shelf, right there.

(dejected sigh)

You don't believe me, do you?

- I woke up 'cause I couldn't feel you next to me.

I called out to you, and you didn't answer.

So I came out here and you were lying on the floor out cold.

There was no one out here but you, Tara.

- No, she was here. I saw her!

- Honey, do...(sighs)

Have you ever sleepwalked?

- (huffs) I wasn't dreaming, Johnny.

- Come here. I need show you something.

See? Here.

I set that the first day that you said you saw a rat.

- I don't remember seeing that there.

- Well, it's been there, Tara.

And there are more just like it around the house,

in the garage too, and look. Here.

Babe, come here. (bag of flour crinkling)

I'm using this as an indicator.

If there were rodents present, there'd be holes in it,

but there's not.

No traps have sprung. No droppings anywhere.

Nothing's been nibbled on. And you know what that tells me?

(flour bag thumps)

(cupboard door thuds)

And if there are no rats present, Tara,

that means you didn't see any,

any more than you saw Lyvia's corpse.

- (breaths heavily) So I'm losing my mind?

Is that what you're telling me?

- I didn't say that. (fireplace crackling)

But you're stressed.

- Johnny, I'm not.

I know what I saw!

- Come on, Tara. Think about it.

It's been a crazy week.

Just the other day, some creep's looking in on us

while we had sex.

Then we had a fight. Biggest we've ever had.

We find out that someone we actually know was murdered.

Do you think all this is a coincidence?

- It just seems so real.

You know?

- Well it's not.

Babe, come on.

How could it be real? It's in your head.

(mosquito buzzes)

- You know, the day we had our fight,

Mary Ann told me a horrible story.

Maybe that was on my mind too. I, I don't know.

I just... I feel like I can't trust myself anymore.

- You saw Mary Ann that day?

(mosquito buzzes again)

- Yeah. I walked to the post office.

We had lunch. It's when we got the news about Annie.

And, she told me there was a serial killer here once.

- Yeah, I heard about that.

- You did? When?

- I don't know. A while ago.

- And you didn't tell me?

Why do you keep things from me?

- Come on. Isn't it obvious, Tara?

Why would I tell you something if I know

it's gonna upset you?

- Stop treating me like I'm feeble-minded.

- Well, you're dreaming about rats.

- I'm not dreaming, Johnny!

- And you're seeing dead bodies.

- (groans in frustration)

Have you ever even considered that maybe

somebody's trying to scare us off?

The first thing that people say to us

is how much money Lyvia owed everybody.

Johnny, what if somebody wants this house?

- It's possible. I guess.

- Yeah, no shit.

And, there was a murder just like the one

that happened years ago.

- That's true. It's kind of freaky.

- I know.

Even Helen said so.

- What did Helen say?

- She just...you know, that it's strange

for something like this to happen

in a place like this.

- "In a place like this." (chuckles bitterly)

People really think rural life is like

Little House on the fucking Prairie, huh?

They think their food just arrives

in the supermarkets all packaged and ready to go.

They have no clue.

No clue about the hours of backbreaking labor

or the worry if the weather might go bad,

or if a pest comes through that can destroy everything.

They don't think about it.

They don't think about the toll that a life like that

can have on someone.

(tense, drumming music)

- Sounds like you know a lot about it.

- You know what the real question is, Tara?

How come you don't?

Oh, that's right. 'Cause you live

in your Hollywood-type world with all the other Taras

and Helens, and Paulas.

I'm sorry.

I'm exhausted. That's all.

What do you say tomorrow night I tie you down

to the bed so you don't sleepwalk?

(Tara gasps in shock)

It's a joke, babe. Lighten up.

- I'm going to bed.

(dramatic music builds)

(chorus sings and laments)

(dramatic music continues with chorus in harmony)

(bird chirping)

♪ Somebody loves me ♪

♪ I wonder who ♪

(Georgie's singing echoes, paper tears)

- [Mary Ann] Annie's funeral was yesterday.

She would laugh her head off if she could see

all her drinking buddies, all slicked up.

Never seen Mike in a tie before.

And, um, after the prayer,

he passed out beers to everyone in her honor.

- Aw.

("Sunset on the Moon" plays in diner)

- [Mary Ann] Even the pastor had one.

- You know, I didn't know her that well,

but I bet that was a wonderful sendoff for her.

So... is she buried in that little cemetery

down by the post office?

- Yup. All us locals end up there, eventually.

- Yeah. I, ah, went for a walk there

the, the day I borrowed your truck.

Um, I noticed a lot of old headstones.

- Yeah, they go back to our

great-great grandparents for a lot of us.

- There was one headstone that caught my eye.

Um, Gloria Rivera?

She was pretty young when she died,

and there was a fresh white rose on her grave.

- Interesting.

I'm sure she doesn't have any family left in the area.

- Did you know her?

- Uh, I knew of her. If you know what I mean.

I was just a kid when she...did it.

- [Tara] Did what?

- Got in her car,

drove out to Jack Davis' rice fields.

(soft dramatic music)

- Oh my God. But why'd she do it?

- Her husband left her for another woman.

I guess she couldn't handle it.

But (sighs) if we're being honest,

blood tells.

- What do you mean?

- Oh, you know, that, that whole clan

was known for being pretty wacky.

The Riveras. The Mackays.

- The Mackays?

- Yeah, it's, it's funny you asking

about her so soon after Annie's funeral.

The husband she killed herself over?

Was Ed Mackay.

He was arrested two years after she died.

If only she'd hung on.

Then again it's probably better she never knew.

(saxophone fades, tense music follows)

(sparrows chirping)

(water boiling)

(Liz sings "Daughter of Rosie O'Grady")

- Georgie!

(salt shaker grinds)

[Liz] Georgie, supper!

(dead leaves crunching on grass)

(Georgie breathing rapidly)

(dramatic music builds)

(Georgie cries out)

Georgie. Georgie?

(Georgie whimpers, flies buzz)

(Georgie sobbing)

(seatbelt clicks)

(truck engine rumbling)

(music picks up tempo)

- Here we go again.

(truck engine clanks loudly)

(snare drum beats)

(car transmission reverses)

(door clicks and thuds)

(footsteps)

(weeds swishing)

(birds chirping)

(trees rustling)

(cardinal peeping)

(suspenseful music builds)

(footsteps pattering)

(branch snaps loudly)

- [Johnny] Hello?

(suspenseful music continues)

(wind whistles)

(suspenseful music builds)

- [Johnny] Hi. Oh, I've missed you so much.

I'm sorry. I know. It sucks being stuck here.

(chorus laments and harmonizes)

We gonna have some more fun tonight, Buddy?

Have some more fun? Come on, let's go.

(Tara sobbing)

(Tara vomiting)

("Jet Settin' Girl' plays in saloon)

(patrons laugh and chatter)

(Helen's phone ringing)

- Oh my God. What's wrong?

- You were right. I didn't know him at all.

He's seriously fucked up.

- What do you mean? - It's his, Helen.

It's his...pet.

- What? What is?

Tara?

- The rat!

He brought it into the house to mess with my head.

It's real.

And there's more.

The grave, Gloria Rivera.

She was married to the serial killer Ed Mackay.

- Tara, get the fuck out of there. Now.

- [Tara] No.

- No? What do you mean, no?

- I have to know why, Helen.

I need to know why he did this to me.

Who is he? I can't let him get away with this.

I loved him.

- That's bullshit!

- What's bullshit?

- You had the hots for him. That's all.

You hardly knew him.

He's connected in some way to a guy who buried 25 people.

A woman was just killed up there.

Crazy bitch.

- Please, listen, just please, will you,

will you help me? - Help you what?

Get yourself killed? - No, I just,

I need to know who she was to him.

- Tee, listen.

- (distorted) Hold on. What did you say?

The, the screen froze.

- I said, you're out of your mind.

You haven't made any sense since you've met him.

He killed that woman. You know he did.

Who terrifies his girlfriend with a rat

except a total sociopath?

What if he kills somebody else

while you're playing Nancy Drew?

Go to the cops, tell them what you know, and get out.

(swing song stills plays)

- I can't hear you, Helen. The wifi must be malfunctioning.

I gotta go.

Tara!

♪ She's never coming back to me...♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

(clock ticking)

(suspenseful music)

(rat squeaking)

(suspenseful music continues)

(rat squeaking)

(clock still ticks)

(rat squeaking)

(music builds)

(pot whacks) (rat whines)

- Johnny.

Johnny, wake up.

See? Now do you believe me?

- [Johnny] You okay?

I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

I'm gonna be late tonight.

- Okay.

(Johnny kisses)

- Some kiss.

Still mad at me?

- A little. I'll be all right.

- Okay.

I hope so.

(Tara gulps)

(tractor rumbling)

(Johnny sobbing)

(birds chirping)

(Johnny sobbing continues)

(melancholy music)

(Johnny kissing)

(dirt sliding)

(bee buzzes away)

(Johnny crying)

(intense music)

(cross and chain clinks)

(dreamlike music, electronic, repetitive trilling)

(Lyvia's high heels tapping)

(Lyvia's high heels tapping outside)

(door creaks open)

- [Lyvia] Eddie.

(door thuds closed)

(Lyvia's tennis shoes patter)

Eddie!

(wrapper crinkling)

(happy, upbeat piano)

(whispers) Eddie.

(Lyvia whistles)

(speaks Italian) ma, dove sei?

(muffled messenger app trills)

(interior door creaks open)

(muffled messenger app continues to trill)

(Lyvia giggles)

(messenger app gets louder, wakes Tara)

(messenger app trilling)

- You look like hell.

- Thanks. My head feels like it's gonna explode.

Holy crap. It's already four? (echoes)

I've been sleeping all day.

(shovel scraping) (Digger grunting)

- Are you alone?

- I, I killed it, Helen.

Last night. The rat.

I killed it.

(shovel scraping) (Digger breathes heavily)

- [Tara] Look, I'm sorry I hung up on you.

I know you're probably mad.

- I'm not mad, Tee,

I'm literally terrified

and ready to fly up there myself.

- No, Helen, please don't. (echoes)

- Oh, no?

Let me read you what came in today.

"The victim, identified as 'Lyvia Ricci'

was found near River Oaks resident's home, George Smalls.

Smalls has been detained for questioning."

That's the woman who owned that house you're in, right?

(Johnny's voice reverberates) ♪ There are blues...♪

(keys jangle and fall)

♪ There are blues...♪

[Helen] Now you know you didn't dream about her.

You saw her just like you thought.

What the hell's happened to you?

I thought you had guts.

- Yeah, I thought I did too.

- I can fly up there tonight.

We take everything we have and we go to the cops.

Right, Tara?

- Yeah.

Okay.

But you write the story. I don't want it.

- Let's worry about that later.

Shit happens, Boo.

We can't let him hurt anybody else.

I'll see you soon, okay?

- Okay.

Bye.

- Bye.

(Helen sighs deeply)

(drawer scraping)

(hopeful violins)

(door thuds) (recycling crinkles)

(Johnny's footsteps on pavement)

- Hey, Johnny.

Odd time of day to see you out and about.

Everything all right?

- Lost my keys.

Can't find the goddamn things anywhere.

- Well, that's a pain.

I can give you a ride.

Tara's home, right?

- (sneering chuckle) Yeah. She is.

Well, that'd sure be nice of ya. Thanks.

(suspenseful music)

(papers rustling)

(Tara breathing harshly)

(luggage thuds)

- [Tara] Okay. (breathes heavily)

(papers rustling)

(luggage zips)

("Joshua" plays on truck radio)

(mosquitoes buzz around Johnny's feet)

- I thought Tara said you were working in Sacramento today?

- What, a guy can't take a day off?

♪ Joshua, you make a lie sound like the truth ♪

♪ Joshua ♪

- I get it, trust me, but I really need this, Dale.

It's really important. Please, come on.

- Yeah, we'll be done in about ten-.

(mechanical part clatters)

fifteen more minutes.

(engine purring)

(truck shift clacking) - Here you go.

Hope you find your keys.

- Yeah. Thanks for the ride.

(door bangs)

(music pounds in the background)

(squirrels chittering)

(truck shift clattering)

(engine rumbling)

(birds chirping)

(music throbs into deep bass chords )

(Johnny sucks in whimpering breaths)

(mosquitoes buzz loudly)

(bass chords get louder, deeper)

(phone ringing)

- Air strip. - Is Sergeant Brian there?

- One second.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Dad, it's me.

(messenger app ringing)

(messenger app ringing)

- Mom! - Oh, thank God. (cries)

It's all over the news. - Mom, stop crying.

And listen to me. - I don't know how

you can live like this. - Mom.

(water flowing) (Johnny splashing water)

- Pull it together, man!

(music throbs and pounds)

- Listen. Why was Gloria Rivera's wedding photo

in your desk?

Mom! - I knew this would happen.

I've kept so much from you. (cries)

- Yeah, no shit, Mom!

Johnny's gonna be home soon! Mom, hurry!

- I thought I could keep it from you. You were so young.

That's why I didn't want you to go up there.

(walnuts clattering)

But I swear to you, I didn't know, Tara.

- Know what, Mom? Tell me! - I didn't!

(cellos get louder)

That he was married.

I swear, I left him as soon as Gloria came to see me.

- She had a son...Didn't she?

(footsteps)

(microwave beeps) (lights click off)

(Tara clacks on keyboard)

Mom! Mom!

- No! Please, don't go!

No, no! No, I'm sorry!

Come back! Come back!

(music swells, chorus harmonizes)

(Four knocks resound)

- (deep, calming breaths) Okay.

Okay.

(Pounding continues, four knocks each time)

Shit. (clock ticking)

(phone ringing)

- Hi, honey. Lost my keys.

- He was your fucking father!

(Johnny laughing)

- Oh, shit. You are a good journalist, damn.

- Why? - Babe, come on.

Don't yell. It's just us out here.

(grunts, flings walnut at house)

- Johnny, why? (cries) Why would you do this to me?

- Why?

Because your fucking horrible mother destroyed my family,

that's why! (windows slamming and locking)

- She said she didn't know! - She's fucking lying!

My dad went to jail because of her.

And you know, my mom killed herself. Right?

- He went to jail because he killed 25 people!

- Nah. (laughs bitterly) No, no, no.

He never would've done it if it weren't for her. (echoes)

He went crazy after she left. (doorknob rattling)

He loved us too.

He never would've done it if it weren't for her.

(doors clattering) He loved us.

(chair crashes)

Before that bitch came along and ruined everything!

And I had nobody, Tara.

(Tara panting)

I had nobody.

(Tara swallows back tears)

- You had me.

- You're a liar.

Just like her.

(suspenseful music)

(Tara gasping)

(bushes rustling)

(window screen clicking)

(window scraping, clacking) Come on!

(rat trap snaps) (Johnny howls)

God, fucking goddammit!

(glass bowl of walnuts shattering)

And you killed Buddy!

- Yeah. Because you sicced him on me.

- Well, you didn't have to kill him.

He was just trying to help.

- (voice catches) You killed Annie and Lyvia.

It wasn't Georgie at all. You set him up.

(jacket rustles)

(gloves thwap)

- Annie knew she'd seen me before, and,

Lyvia...

I had to. (glass scraping)

(faucet running) - What do you mean you had to?

(Johnny gulping)

(Tara scoffs)

- Mm. (glass tapping)

Oh yeah.

Because you're a spoiled brat, Tara.

You never would've come out here with me if it weren't

for this palace that I let you live in.

- So what? You just seduced her?

And then when she trusted you, you stole her house?

- What? All you had to do was look at the deed, babe.

My name is right next to hers,

Edward John Mackay Junior.

Lyvia was my wife.

You're all so gullible.

(walks over broken glass)

You fall for the pretty face

and the puppy-dog eyes

and the sex. And then,

gotcha.

You know, Tara, she liked hearing me sing too.

(Tara whimpering) ♪ There are blues ♪

- Please, please stop.

- (laughs) No, no, no, no. Look.

See, so what happened.

She had an art show back in Italy.

She said she'd come back in a month

and when she did, we'd get married.

But I said, "Baby, please.

Can we do it before you go? (Tara whimpering)

I'm just, I couldn't afford to lose you."

Here, look.

(phone clacks)

- [Lyvia On Phone] "I'm headed to the airport now.

I miss you, Eddio mio. Can't wait to see you tomorrow.

I should be home before six.

I have a surprise for you." (blows kiss)

(phone clatters) - And the whole time

you were just working on me?

- Yep. (utensils clinking)

- So what was the point, with the rat

and the lies, everything?

You wanted to drive me outta my mind

so I'd kill myself like Gloria did?

- Yeah, that's right. (drawer thuds)

(brushes clattering) I wanted Paula to know

(walnut cracking) what if felt like

(lock clicks open)

(chews) to lose somebody in that way, you know?

But, this works too.

'Cause either way you're gone.

(snaps open switchblade) She'll know.

Um, honey?

(Tara breathing heavily)

- You won't be able to blame Georgie for it.

He's already in custody.

- So what? (clock ticking)

I'll be long gone before they find your body.

In fact, there's,

there's probably still some bodies out here

that the old man buried.

(clicks tongue) That "our" old man buried.

- Oh, oh, God. No.

- Yeah. - God, no!

- Hi, sis. - Oh, God!(gasps)

Oh no, no. Of course they didn't tell you.

No, the pleasure of knowing who dear old daddy was

belongs to me. (Tara gasping)

- You knew and you...

How could you?

- You didn't seem to mind.

Give me the stick.

(Tara gasps)

(chorus sings)

- Blood tells, huh, Johnny?

- I guess so, babe.

- (sobs) I guess so too.

(stick whacking) - The fuck? Ow!

(stick clattering) (Johnny howls)

(clock ticking, Tara panting)

(plane whirring)

(ticking continues)

(birds chirping, footsteps pounding)

(Tara panting)

(Tara grunts)

Oh my God.

(Johnny panting)

(plane whirring)

(wheels thudding)

(Tara grunts)

(Johnny breathing heavily)

(thunder rumbling)

(trees rustling)

- Tara! (echoes)

You fucking bitch! (echoes)

(birds chirping)

Where are you? (echoes)

(gloating laughter, barely discernible)

- [Brian] Tara?

Tara?

- [Tara] (whispers) Oh, no.

(suspenseful music continues)

(night creature begin to awake)

(owl hoots)

- Tara?

- [Tara] (softly) Behind, you, behind you

(shouts) Behind you!

(fist whacks) - Uh!

(Johnny stomping)

- Nice and easy.

(Brian breathes heavily) (rifle clacks)

(rifle clattering)

Take out your knife, old man.

- I don't need a knife. Neither do you.

- This isn't your fight, but I'm gonna make it fair one,

you take your damn knife out!

- Like you did with Annie?

- That was different.

I'm not gonna ask you again. Take out the knife!

(branches rustling)

(Johnny panting)

Stop fucking looking at me like that.

Don't fucking look at me like that.

Stop! What are you doing?

Stop fucking looking at me like...

Stop fucking looking at me like that!

(crying) Stop fucking looking at me like that!

- Hey, Johnny! (Johnny gasps)

This one's for her.

(Tara grunts) (shovel whooshes and whacks)

(birds chirping)

(Tara breathing heavily)

(shovel clattering)

(Tara sobbing)

- Please tell me I didn't kill him.

- He's still breathing.

- How do I live with this?

How am I supposed to live with this every day of my life?

- You get used to it.

(finale music)

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