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Previously on SurrealEstate.

We heard your agency is special.

Well, we like to think so.

It came from some ruin outside of town.

My mom would've loved these.

Here's a report on that brick of yours.

- Thanks, Tag.
- Great little partner

you got there. Be a shame
if something happened to her.

Susan!

Oh!

No.

So are we gonna go?

- Tag?
- Because you promised me

an exclusive, private showing.

- Of what?
- The home you sold me!

It has everything on my
list. Everything a young,

trendy guy like me needs.
Cozy, below-ground walkout,

- quiet neighborhood.
- Lots of natural wood.

I don't want to be late.

Is your friend coming with us?

She's not my friend.

Maybe we can leave her, then?

Too late. We're already here.

It's perfect.

Don't leave.

I have to. I'm home.

- Please, Tag.
- I have to, Susan.

You know how I feel about home.

Please.

Just be careful.

She seems really mad about something.

Can't believe he's gone.

"Out, out, brief candle.

Life is but a walking shadow."

Shakespeare?

The Scottish play.

Well, great. Thanks.

Hey. So that was, uh, Briar Meadows.

They're going to handle all the details.

Thanks, Lomax.

I understand there will
be no memorial service?

Tag's attorney said he was very specific

with what he wanted in his will.

He asked that his cremated remains,

and I'm quoting here,

he wanted them transported to
the South American Altiplano,

along with a few hundred thousand pesos

to compensate an
indigenous Chilean huaso

for spreading his ashes

so they might mingle among the scat

of the proud alpaca in
the land of their birth.

Eccentric to the last.

Wow.

I mean, we get people who
want to bury their ashes

at Knott's Berry Farm.
This feels way more poetic.

Has anybody heard from Susan?

Sorry I'm late. I should have called.

I, uh, I didn't sleep very well.

Of course not. Are you okay?

I'm fine. Um...

Tag is gone and I'm just, uh...

- I'm just fine.
- You didn't have to come in.

I need to keep things moving
on the Matthew closing,

the Elizabeth open
house, the Tot contract,

but especially the Kamara listing, so.

Would've kept until Monday.

No. I just, I need to work.

Hey.

I just wanted to say,

just because Susan feels
like working through this,

it doesn't mean you guys have to.

I'd like to keep busy.

Same. What did the cops say?

I talked to them this morning.

They're calling this
a random hit-and-run.

Making the usual inquiries.

They don't think
anything will come of it.

It's so wrong.

I'm gonna stop by Tag's place later.

Something made him leave that building.

Otherwise, all we can
do is support Susan.

Where'd she go?

That dumb bank repo. What's the name?

Hey, girlfriend.

Lomax! Yell or something!

Sorry. I wanted to let you know that

I can take care of all of this

if you want to get everything ready

for the walkthrough at Bali Hai.

Yeah.

Hm. Must have taken out most
of the personal stuff, huh?

This is how she left it.

Feels more like a furnished apartment

than the lived-in house
of a real, live person.

Not even a Christmas
card from four years ago.

And the bank didn't have
any record of savings,

checking, credit cards...

Nothing.

She was a senior software engineer.

She must have made good money.

With nobody to spend it on.

Hm. She lived alone.

Died in her sleep upstairs.

- Cardiac arrest.
- Hm.

They didn't find her for three days.

Eww.

Ugh, see, this is my worst nightmare.

One day you're fine, you're living life,

making plans, and then suddenly, bammo!

You're dead. You're out of the game.

All the stuff you were
gonna do, forget it.

All the secrets you were
gonna hide? Ha, too late.

Any business you were gonna
finish, sorry, Charlie.

Yeah, but to die in your sleep.

I mean, we should all be so lucky.

I mean, there's nothing pleasant

about a lingering death,
but at least you can tie up

some loose ends while you linger.

Yeah.

Oh, God, I am so sorry.

- I forgot.
- Oh no, no, no, no. No, no.

My mom probably would
have loved to go out fast,

in a blaze of glory.

Dorothy didn't even have a will.

No will, no relatives, nobody.

Dying intestate is as bad as it sounds.

Go. Get out of here.

Spend some extra time at Bali Hai

before we hand it off to the buyers.

You are a pal.

I wish my house was this clean.

We did it, Mom.

I know you had your heart
set on shiplap in the ensuite,

but there was no way
it was going to work

with those north-facing windows.

Besides, Devjani and
Priyanka love the terrazzo.

They're the new owners.
Or, they will be.

A mother and a daughter.

Put it under contract,
they're prequalified.

We'll close as soon as
the masonry is finished

and the inspection's done.

They're going to have the
time of their lives here.

Susan. Hi.

Crash! What are you doing here?

Listen, I...

I heard about that guy
that worked with you.

A buddy of mine down
at Station 14 told me.

Are you okay?

I'm getting by.

He was really nice.

Look, I know what that kind of...

accident, loss, what that can do to you.

So, I'm not going to tell
you not to feel that way.

That's not how it works. I...

I just...

I just didn't want you
to feel that way alone.

But if you need someone
to feel that way with you,

I'm your guy.

Here.

Thank you.

Look, um,

I'm late for work, uh,
and I parked in front of

a fire hydrant.

But, um...

- are you gonna be okay?
- I'm fine, Crash. Really.

But call me tonight, okay?

I promise.

All right. Take care.

Peonies, Mom.

A man has brought me peonies.

Why does this shit always
happen right before closing?

a

The George Richard Asylum
for the criminally insane?

That doesn't make sense.

I know, I know. That's just what I said!

Pardon?

What?

You, uh, murmured.

Oh. Sorry.

Conversations I start in my head
often spill out when get tired.

Ah. I see.

It happened a lot more
back at the funeral home.

Things from my day
would just cling to me

and turn into these crazy dreams.

Dreams?

It's believed dreams are one of the ways

by which the brain
processes information.

But I find them incredibly auspicious.

Auspicious? A sign?

A recurring dream is usually

my first indication
I'm onto something big.

Oh.

Hello.

It's giving me dual readings.

And what does that mean?

I have no idea.

It's never happened before.

This is Auggie.

Hello?

Hey, Auggie.

Can you dig it?

I'm asking, can you dig it?

I can dig it.

This would appear to be the spot.

Are you okay?

Oh. Apologies.

I seem to have had a
rather disturbing dream.

Welcome to the club.

There was a woman. I
couldn't see her face.

There was a strange
woman in my dream, too.

She tried to choke me!

Oh.

Surely you came here for something.

A favor. One of my
listings has developed

a little tiny bit of a
disembodied screaming problem.

Hm. A house that screams.

It laughs, too. Not
happy comedy club laughs,

but loud, insane, mwah-ha-ha stuff.

Interesting.

Yeah, apparently, some
of the bricks we used

in an accent wall have a
rather complicated past.

- Is that even a thing?
- I've never encountered it.

But I suppose if a certain material

came from a site of
enormous emotional trauma

and despair, it could leach
into the walls and floor.

Especially something porous, like brick.

I was wondering if you had
anything around here, you know,

off-the shelf, that might help.

I could look at the place.

I assume it's one of our listings?

Well, yes and no.

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Susan, this is marvelous.

It was hard.

But it was a mission.

There's a story here.

My mom.

We always watched those
flipping shows together

and said, "We could do better."

And, God, Lomax is like
Jackson Pollock with spackle.

Anyway, we fixed it, we staged it,

and we sold it.

Somewhere, Susan,
your mother is smiling.

Honestly, my first thought was,

"Oh, God. Mom doesn't
like that I'm selling."

Constance was not a screamer.

She would be much more likely to, uh,

short out your blow dryer
or lower your credit scores.

That's true.

Don't suppose that's a design choice.

Oh!

Perhaps you should go to the source.

Hey, Lomax, we need to
talk to your pal, Viktor.

I was surprised to get your call.

What are we drinking?

A little early in the
day, but I'm a team player.

A friend of mine was killed
in a hit and run last night.

Hell of a conversation starter.

Oh, well, something's gonna kill ya.

Where's Lloyd? On a break?

His name was Tag.

Did you ever meet him?

Your employees,

they're just not my kind of people.

Your partner, Susan?

A lovely girl, I'm sure, but God,

she is kind of a snooze.

Tag was just a kid.

He was 24 years old.

Had his whole life in front of him.

Or not.

That's a shitty thing to say.

Grow up!

He had his whole life in front of him!

It's a cliché.

Let me tell you the terrible,
shitty truth for a second, Luke.

None of us have anything ahead of us.

Nothing.

Except for what we make, scrape, claw,

buy, beg, borrow or
steal from somebody else

who's trying just as hard
to keep it for themselves.

This is what I've been
trying to make you understand.

This is why I tried to
get you into my deal.

Your deal?

You're making all of this
out of a dead worker bee?

People die every day, Luke!

But you know what? People live, too.

Honestly, I've been trying
to throw you a life preserver,

just toss you a little rope ladder

that you can climb out of this
rusty playpen of mediocrity

that you call a life!

But I am bored and exhausted.

Now, I'm going to get
drunk so just piss off.

Pretend I didn't try to give you
the opportunity of a lifetime,

and for the love of God,

go find another Asperger's poster boy

with high-speed internet.

I guarantee you, they're out there.

Tag was a good kid.

I'm really glad that we had this talk.

Freak show.

Charismalech, you had one job.

Hi, Seven.

Want to hit a few balls?

Great for tension.
You're always so tight.

You failed.

I did not. I found my way in.

Grief.

Not exhaustion, not
alcohol, not hardship.

Grief.

His sniveling sadness over the loss

of these annoying,
fragile lumps of carbon.

Grief is my way in.

So what are you waiting for?

It was great.

Wasn't enough.

There is no more time, Malech.

The window is closing.

I waited over 30 years for this.

In the lake. The lake, Seven!

You'll get your way in,
just hold that spot for me.

- The spot may be gone.
- No!

Or it may not.

Okay, now you're just being mean.

It is up to you, Malech.

If you fail, I cannot
describe the excruciating depth

of the consequences.

I won't fail.

Don't.

I'm in the middle of my... ***

Hey.

Hey.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah, fine.

Little late in the day for
an eye-opener, isn't it?

This is a redeye.

Double espresso topped with drip.

Navy Seals would drink
these before a night mission.

Good luck falling asleep tonight.

That's the idea.

Yeah, August and Susan, too.

Think what we still need is here?

If I'm wrong, you can
buy the next round.

Everything's pretty
much how she left it.

Apparently, she turned off the light,

went to sleep and never woke up.

Dorothy Kamara died in her sleep.

Yeah. A heart thing.

Susan sent me her bank records.

No savings, no credit cards.
She was a software engineer.

She made good money. Where did it go?

Well, certainly not into
lavish home furnishings.

Who's that?

Hm.

Oh my God! That's her!

Dorothy Kamara?

The woman in my dream!

Me and Lydia.

That's her!

She strangled me in the car.

Dorothy Kamara.

I assume the little girl
is Lydia? Maybe a niece?

No living family.

So, Dorothy Kamara is
reaching out from our dreams?

How does that even work?

And why is she so mad?

People who die
unexpectedly in their sleep

manifest in different ways.

There is often confusion, anger,

and a very strong sense of purpose.

So, can we get her to stop

making guest cameos in our nightmares?

I mean, she cut me this
close to my carotid.

She wants something. Need
to find out what it is.

You dreamt about...

I dreamt about Tag. I was
driving him to his grave.

What'd you dream about?

It started with some
familiar iconography

from a dream I often have,

but then it changed.

I found myself digging in the back yard

at the Kamara house.

- And she was there?
- With a pickaxe.

And a total disregard for OSHA
excavation safety standards.

Lomax?

Horror show.

I watched Dorothy do an
incision on me, like an autopsy.

- Eww.
- Only instead of guts,

there were gold coins inside.

- Gold coins?
- Yeah.

Paid out like a slot machine.

Okay, so she doesn't like us.

Most likely reason is the usual one.

We're real estate people.

She doesn't want to sell her house.

But why? I mean, it's
a pretty simple house.

There's not a lot of
her shining through.

Just a photo.

Her and Lydia, October, 2023.

Sorry, I have to go postpone a closing.

And see a man about a brick.

Oh! I'm coming with you.

Hey, check in later, okay?

So, what now?

Do you have a metal detector?

So?

Help me out here.

How is this shit my problem?

Cursed building materials
are everyone's problem.

You sold us a defective product.

They look pretty stationary now.

I saw what I saw.

And this is not her first time

at this particular rodeo.

Ah.

Ladies...

a brick wall is not a handbag.

You can't just return
it because you don't like

the color no more.

Especially

if the install is shoddy.

You take that back.

Don't do it, man.

He's not worth it.

Have a nice day, ladies.

It does add up, doesn't it?

Well, Dorothy had a six-figure income,

and yet she never seemed to spend it.

Your digging dreams, Lomax's coins...

I just don't know how
Susan's dream fits in.

Yet.

This might be it.

If we have to replace that wall,

we're gonna be way over
budget and blow the schedule.

Oh, Dev and Priya
are gonna be heartbroken.

They might back out of the deal.

Well, shit.

I feel like I let them down.

And my mom, Tag.

Susan.

But that's what I do now.

I let people down.

Ooh, my.

Ooh, at the very least,

we should probably waive our commission.

What, now?

You both had bad dreams
after you left the house.

I was just in there.

Oh, dear.

Yeah.

I think I should go
home and sleep on it.

Lydia?

- You're not from here.
- Leave my Dotty alone!

Where do you live?

Kakata. Dotty found me.

She found you?

These people, Americans,
they took my picture.

They sent it to thousands of people.

It turns out they were raising money.

Yeah, we do that a lot
in the United States.

But it reached Dotty.

Dorothy Kamara.

She searched and she found me!

Our hearts connected.

I told her my greatest
wish was to go to school.

To be educated. She
said she would help me

and other girls like me.

She promised, and I believe her.

I still believe.

- Is Dotty here?
- No.

She can only come in dreams.

Oh, I'm pretty sure this is a dream.

Oh?

Well, then.

Dotty!

Give us back my money!

Dorothy?

Dorothy, your gold is safe.

I'm here to find out what
you want to do with it.

Give it back to me.

Okay. Put down the
knife. This isn't a dream.

You hurt somebody here
and they stay hurt.

If this isn't a dream,
then how can you...

- See me?
- It's something I do.

So, what do you want?

I want my money!

I spoke to Lydia last night.

She came to me in a dream.

She said you found her in Liberia.

Was the money for her?

I was saving for Lydia and
10,000 other girls like her.

I always kept to myself.

There's no family, no friends.

But then I got one of
those help an orphan

for 23 cents a day things in my mail,

and there was a photo of a little girl.

And when I looked at that photo,

something happened.

You connected.

Yeah.

I make a lot of money.

And I don't trust banks,
so I convert it to gold.

For over 20 years I
buried it in my backyard.

So why didn't you...

Because gold went up!

The price got bigger every day!

Every day, there was more
money for Lydia and her friends!

I, I was just waiting
for that right moment.

But then I died.

So, what now?

You have several million dollars of gold

rotting in your backyard.

I think that's what's keeping you here.

After I spoke to Lydia, I went online.

I found a couple of agencies.

They're doing really
good things in Liberia.

Kakata, Barclayville, Fishtown.

They're building schools,
they're staffing them.

They're making a difference.

If you'll agree,

I'll get your money into their hands

and make their dreams come true.

You need to rest now.

Some day?

It finally came.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yeah, okay.

Uh, you know what, Luke? I gotta go.

Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow. Okay.

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

My guys can pull those
bricks from your house

and replace them with anything you want.

I got some clean bricks.

New bricks, a premium item.
Just like the, uh, old stuff.

Just like the old bricks?

st like 'em! 72 hours,
they're in and we're gone.

You could sell your house and
the buyers will never know.

- How much?
- On the house!

Uh, so to speak.

Why are you doing this?

At Viktor's, integrity
is our cornerstone.

We strive to be ethical in all our...

Viktor.

Why are you doing this?

So, uh, your guy.

He's gonna lose those files, right?

My guy?

He came by this morning.

Eh. Somehow, he found
out about a certain...

Maybe just a smidge
less than strictly legal

transaction of funds from
a certain municipal official

who awarded a certain contract
for a certain paving project.

I was assured that
this could be kept quiet

if I fixed your problem.

Yeah. Sure.

Huh. So, we're done?

Viktor, this, this guy,
did he give you his name?

No.

Uh, yeah.

I just remembered.

He gave me, um, a business card.

- A business card?
- Yeah.

Oh, yeah, this guy
said I should tell you

not to feel bad.

About anything.

Does that make any sense?

Luke! Thanks for calling me back.

You're a client.

Yeah, but still, after
the other day, I felt bad.

I was emotional.

Me, too, but that's no excuse.

I said some hurtful things
about your dead digital cub scout

and I'm sorry.

I understand.

Hey, something's gonna kill ya, right?

I guess so.

Anyway, I'll leave you to it.

Your friends need you right now.
But I couldn't live with myself

knowing I got between you and them.

Ciao.

- That was a good day today.
- All right.

Lady's gonna really like us for the cat.

- Hey!
- See you.

You with the shiny red truck!

Hey.

Hey, I forgot to ask you.

How did you know that
peonies were my favorite?

They are?

- What?
- Nothing. I...

Well, I was...

I was about to buy roses.
But then I heard this...

this voice, this whisper in my ear.

"Buy the pink ones." So...

So, I did.

What was that for?

For listening to the whisper.

Oh.

Hiya, buddy!

How they hanging?

Hi, Elvis.

So, what do you wanna do tonight?

Break a window? Scare
the shit out of the cat?

The night is young and
you're so beautiful.

My dad says you're no good for me.

Oh, Luke, you have no
idea how good I am for you.

You are a mouse in a terrarium

and the snakes are flipping a coin

to see who gets to swallow you whole.

I can make you a mongoose,
but you need to let me in.

You kind of frighten me.

Hey.

Something's gonna kill ya!

Elvis is Tyler.

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