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Into the Dark 1x01

Is it done?

He was eating Sardinian casu marzu.

I didn't realize it was still possible

to get casu marzu in this country.

The stomach acid

of a thousand maggots

rotting the cheese

from the inside out,

making it richer,

smoother.

But... for the whole thing to work,

you must eat all of it.

The maggots are what make

the experience wonderful.

- Mm. - I didn't call you

for a Gordon Ramsay impression, Wilkes.

I ask again.

Is it done?

It's done.

I wonder what kind of a man

gets casu marzu on demand.

You know who he is, don't you?

Of course I do.

The press are breaking a story on him

in the morning.

No one does this better than you,

and I need him delivered

before that happens.

Bring him to the usual place

by 2 a.m.

That's in four hours.

No delays.

I trust you to help me

make a statement with this one.

Well, he's dead already.

The rest shouldn't take too long.

Good.

Oh, and Wilkes?

I know you have your own methods

and I respect that.

But maybe try and treat this

like business,

just for once?

Ooh, ha!

Ooh, ooh, ooh!

Great costume.

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Happy Halloween, dick!

God dammit!

What is this shit?

Son of a bitch!

You've got to be kidding me!

Holy shit, man!

Watch where you're going.

What the fuck?

Jesus Christ.

Whoa.

Did you make this?

This is unbelievable.

Oh my God, dude.

This looks so real.

Dot, look at this thing.

Don't call me Dot.

Wait a second.

What are you doing right now?

I know, I know that's a weird thing

to ask a stranger, but, uh,

we're on our way to this party,

and it's gonna be

outrageously cool

and, like, super sick,

and I was kind of hoping

we can make a big entrance

at this thing, but, um,

as you can see...

we look pathetic, so...

I got off work, like, 30 minutes ago, so...

Still could have made an effort, Nick.

- Well, I... - What are you supposed to be?

- What are you dressed as? - This is steampunk.

- This... and... - Goggles?

You're dressed as goggles?

I'm sorry, who are you?

Oh, shit, sorry, Alan Morgan Adams

of the Massachusetts Morgan Adamses.

Hey, hey, buddy,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where are we goin'?

Are you, like, uh,

the British American Psycho or something?

Whoa, Dorothy.

Sorry, you gotta forgive her.

She's from Westlake.

We're still workin' on her manners.

We're kind of a...

My Fair Lady type of deal.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

He's the, uh, self-important drunk perv

who thinks that he's a big deal,

and I'm just the bad ass

everyone wants to hang out with.

So is this, like, your...

latest victim or something?

Yes, for now.

Okay, dude, dude, dude, dude.

Uh, you gotta come with us.

What can I say

that is gonna get you there?

There's gonna be an open bar.

Does that do anything for you?

There's gonna be outrageously hot chicks,

- like crazy hot chicks. - Wow.

- Fucking gag me. - Okay, okay.

Everybody is gonna be there, man.

I can assure you

that the party we're going to

is a million times cooler

than the party you were going to.

My buddy Jack,

he, uh, he's the host.

He always does this, like,

grand arrival,

and everyone flips out

about his costume, but this thing,

this is gonna blow his cock off.

Look, uh, someone slashed my tires,

- and I really need... - You need a ride.

Done.

That we can do. We can get you a ride, man.

Consider it done.

Please walk away.

Yeah, no, there's...

there's no way you're gonna get a cab

- with this thing, dude, so... - Hey!

He's right, that's a good point, Nick.

Thank you for finally making

a contribution.

No one's gonna let you in the back of a cab

with this thing, you'll make a mess.

Come with us for one drink.

Just one drink, you walk right back out,

you're out on the streets,

you're killin' all your victims in no time.

You know what?

That actually sounds like a really good idea.

Let's do it.

What?

I can't believe that worked.

Wow, I did not see that coming.

It's the best night of my life.

This is exciting.

What an exciting turn of events.

Lift with your legs, Nick.

There's four of us.

If we all just, um...

Oh my gosh.

Slashed your tires, huh?

Bunch of fuckin' savages in this town.

Put your back into it, Nick.

It's pretty heavy.

Oh yeah, here we go!

This way, this way, come on!

Here we go again!

That ought to be good.

Prop him up there.

Do not move, okay?

Don't move, I'm gonna go find Jack.

Especially this guy.

Everybody raise your hands!

Where is this guy?

Girls and boys,

queer gender friends,

please turn your eyes to the dance floor

and welcome your host,

Jack Baker,

Monster Maker!

Oh, shit.

Hello Alan.

Unreal.

Dalmore neat, double.

Here.

Here, want it?

Yeah.

Ah...

- Yeah. - Excuse me.

Yeah.

Ahh!

Your costume is...

brilliant.

It's not a costume.

Uh, yeah, more of a prop,

I guess, right?

The whole package really works.

The suit, the blood.

Maggie.

Let them eat cake.

She never said that.

You know, Marie Antoinette,

she never actually said,

"Let them eat cake."

It was just a thing

that French like to attribute

to every foreign queen

they didn't like the look of.

I mean, when things go wrong,

why blame the king when you can blame

his bitch of a wife?

She's a very meaningful woman,

I think. Um, famous,

but as a caricature

that confirms men's prejudices

against women...

Frivolous, ditzy,

obsessed with buying shoes,

silly, pretty,

tragic little bon-bon

good for porn, good for scorn,

nothing in between.

Well, you have really thought

about your costume.

Says the guy dragging

a corpse around?

Did you not come here

with friends, Maggie?

Just me.

I hesitated to come,

but tonight felt like

the kind of night something might happen.

Well, you certainly make

that costume work.

A girl is expected to dress

a little provocatively

when she's invited

to one of these parties.

Why would a girl want to be

invited to one of these parties?

Oh, I don't know,

one of these parties,

one of these clubs, one of these jobs.

It might be 230 years

since the French Revolution,

but boys still need the illusion

of silly, tragic little bon-bons.

Maybe that's not your problem.

Maybe that's obviously

occurred to me before, and I don't need it

mansplained to me by a stranger.

So how long did it take you

to stuff it?

You don't stuff it,

it's more of, um... roll,

like a... pig in blanket.

Oh, those are harder

to roll cleanly than they look.

It gets easier every time you do it.

I do it this way every Halloween.

You have to be a lot more careful

disposing of a dead body

on a normal evening.

Right.

Would you like me to, uh...

let you in on something?

People think that killing

is the hard part.

They also assume that

the necessary next step

is hiding the evidence,

but it's not.

You can't do it, not reliably.

You have to come up with

an alternative story

for how this person died.

Needs its own narrative,

its own evidence,

its own culprit.

Takes more effort,

but if you can do it correctly, it works.

You can do anything,

as long as you don't give people

the time to decide

it's something different

from what you're telling them it is.

And that... is what makes this...

special.

That makes sense.

I'm not sure it all comes across

in the costume, but...

that makes sense.

Okay, dude, a toast

to every Friday the 13th movie.

Let's do this.

Friday the 13th.

- Friday the 13th Part 2. - Part 2.

"Midway upon life's journey,

I found myself within a forest dark."

"For the straightforward path

had been lost."

Hm.

Hell's empty and all the devils are here.

Jason Takes Manhattan.

Ah...

Aw!

Ew.

Are you leaving?

I've been promised a ride to work.

You came with that guy Alan, right?

He's friends with Jack.

I work for Jack.

Um, he's designing

this horror virtual reality thing,

and I'm the coder who has to do

all the damn work.

I... it's really...

really makes you feel good

about those student loan debts.

Worth it.

Um, I can, uh,

get you a car and drive you.

Is anybody expecting you

home tonight, Maggie?

Not a soul.

Well, all right then.

I'll be right back.

Make that booty drop.

Hey, what's up, girl?

Hey, sexual harassment

is a crime, shithead.

- Whatever. - Criminal!

Hi. Uh, we're almost ready.

I just... I... the body thing is huge.

I was just... figured we could use

some help getting it downstairs.

There is no "we."

What?

I agreed to one drink.

I've had three.

Car, now.

- Dude, chill. - What, no.

I already told Maggie

you can borrow my car.

Now come on!

Enjoy yourself for a bit, huh?

Take me to your car now

or I will kill you

at your own party.

You really got this killer thing down.

You nailed it.

I like it.

All right, all right.

I'll take you downstairs.

But first, shots!

Finally we get to the good shit.

Dude, he never lets anyone in there.

This night's gonna be epic.

Okay?

Hey, don't break anything.

Come on, one shot won't kill you.

Mm.

Every single one of those

literally cost thousands of dollars.

Yeah, I got money

and talent.

So I'm gonna need those car keys now.

Yeah, we should probably

get back to the party.

Aw, not yet, guys.

Come on.

Hey.

Hey, where are you going in such a hurry anyway?

Can we come?

Yo, dude,

this is your party.

You got Sasha Grey DJing.

You can't leave... He can't leave the party.

I can do whatever I want.

Guys, this... this is what

tonight is all about.

All Hallow's Eve,

the night we put our masks on

and let our dark, unpredictable sides fly.

This guy, man, look at him.

The costume, woo!

The performance.

I'm telling you, bro,

next level commitment.

Think about it, guys.

How do we usually end the night?

Me, sittin' at home

watching Plan 9 from Outer Space,

mixing cocktails,

sending unsolicited dick pics

to Dorothy.

Or, guys, we keep the party goin', right?

Keep the party goin',

lookin' for somebody,

like this guy right here.

I don't know what's goin' down tonight,

but I am feeling so,

what's the word? Alive.

I'm feelin' so alive right now, guys.

Yeah, he, um...

he occasionally, uh...

does that.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Whoa.

This animatronic too?

Woo, that is amazing!

Give it a kick, it'll stop.

You can do better than that.

Oh, really?

All right.

- Whoa! - Whoa!

Shit!

Did I fix it?

I don't know.

Did you?

Jesus!

- Shit! - That's an actual body!

That's an actual body.

Okay, okay, okay.

That's a dead person for real.

Put your fucking hands down.

Sorry.

Ugh, accepting a ride from strangers

is always such a bad idea.

So, uh...

did you kill this guy?

Well, he wasn't dead a minute ago.

If he is now, then technically

you killed him.

Huh...

Are you, uh, are you a hitman

or something, or...

Jesus Christ, man.

You can't just kill people!

'Course you can.

Oh shit!

Oh shit, man!

I was just on VentureBeat's

list of 40 under 40,

I can't die like this!

Okay, what's your name?

Um...

It's Jack, right?

And what do you do, Jack?

Uh, I'm an artist.

I have a trust fund, okay?

Please!

And would you define yourself

as "sane"?

I... I...

Anything you do other than

eat, sleep, shit, fuck, and kill

is a symptom of insanity.

You see, there was a point

during human evolution

where something,

some neuron pathway misfired,

and we all became self-aware.

That is to say,

we became insane.

We are balls of flesh and bone

on a rock of ice

spinning through a dark, random universe

designed only to survive,

but then something happened in our DNA

where we went, "Hey, wait, wait, wait.

What if I matter?

What if it's all about me?"

Did you ever watch those, um...

the David Attenborough shows?

Mm.

They're magnificent, right?

Full of death.

And yet in a way,

it makes sense.

And then you try and watch the news and it's crazy.

There's no sense at all.

And I will answer that other question for you.

Does a crazy person know they're crazy?

Yes, it's called a conscience.

Jiminy Cricket,

that's just the part of our brains

screaming at the psychic tear

caused by the gulf

between what we are

and what we pretend to be.

You think the world needs

your doodles, artist?

There's no art in the natural world.

There is murder.

Do you really think

it made a difference to the world

if he lived or died?

That was the most amazing thing

I've ever heard.

Do you know how often

I've wanted to do that to somebody?

That's a...

Car keys, now.

Jack, he's gonna fucking kill us.

- Uh... - He's right.

He is right.

However, if you agree to help me,

I promise I'll make it quick.

Top drawer.

You.

Close the drawer.

What the hell was that?

I rigged it as an escape route.

I thought it would be a fun way

to impress girls.

That is so rapey.

Oh my God!

Go, go, go, go.

Ah!

- Jack, Jack, what are you... - Jack!

Stop, stop the music!

Please, somebody call the police!

One of my guests is trying to kill us!

What the fuck?

Come on!

Jesus Christ.

Go, go, go.

I didn't know about the drawer,

I swear.

What's wrong with you?

I know Jack.

If there's a shortcut way out of this room,

it's gonna be revealed

by some smug, nerdy

inside joke onanism.

I can figure it out.

Thank you.

Hurry up, come on!

Guys, what the hell are we doing, huh?

But why did we take this thing?

Dude, this thing is a person.

Dude, there's probably a reward

out on this guy.

- What? - What?

There's always a reward

when you turn in a murderer.

They're gonna give us a pile of money.

Everyone's gonna love us.

We're gonna be heroes!

Oh my... what are you,

Dog the Bounty Hunter?

Is that not why you picked it up?

Uh, it is not an it, it is a person

that might still be alive.

Yeah, but that guy's gonna want it...

Him... back.

Ah!

Wait.

Why is this suddenly our problem?

Okay.

We're gonna give him to the cops

and then he stops being our problem.

Okay?

Jack, keys?

What?

You were giving that guy a ride.

Yeah, but he went all psycho

before I could grab the keys.

Then why the fuck are we down here?

I thought you guys drove!

Oh my God!

Nick drove us, you jackass.

He parked three blocks away.

Okay, so where are his keys?

Aw, shit.

He wasn't wrong about you, was he?

You are a hitman, right?

Could be in here for a really long time,

you know?

- Dude, Uber, right? - Yes.

- Yes. - Are you kidding me?

Call 911.

Okay, uh...

Shit, I left my phone upstairs.

Oh my God, okay, fine.

I'll get the car.

No one is gonna let us get into the car with a body.

No, no, they can be heroes with us.

Are you serious?

Look, call the cops.

Uh, wait, wait, wait, wait.

When we came in here,

there were cops outside.

Uh, yes, uh, go, go now.

Go.

What did you say you wanted, Randy?

A cinnamon raisin bagel, toasted,

half butter... half...

Otherwise it gets all drippy.

Two creams, two sugars

in the coffee.

Oh, what the hell is this?

Central, this is Unit 1-Alpha-7-8.

Think I got another drunk and disorderly.

He's possibly on drugs.

Hey!

- Please! - Definitely on drugs.

Please, I need you.

Hey, what the hell are you doin'?

Jesus Christ, I'm so happy to see you.

Step back from the window.

Now.

Sir, um,

my friends, they're down there,

and in the building over there.

We... we need... We need you to come.

I need you to come with me, please.

Uh-huh.

Hey West, I got a couple

of drunks to deal with.

You need me to come back?

Nah, I got it.

All right, son.

Show me.

Come on, come on, come on!

Please hurry up, come on!

He's coming back!

Okay.

No...

Count of Monte Cristo.

Classic prison escape scene.

Code is probably the release date

for The Exorcist

or THX1138

or...

Huh.

We work pretty well together.

There is no "we."

Guys!

Guys!

- Oh, yes! - Yes, yes, yes!

Yes!

Oh, thank God.

Come on, guys.

Look, I know it's Halloween and everything,

but you could really scare the hell

out of somebody with this thing.

Oh, no, no, please, uh, we need your help.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Stay where you are, miss.

Uh, officer, please...

Hey, stay where you are!

No, no, no, please, you don't understand.

Command, I got a code 6A,

three intoxicated persons,

one hysterical female.

- Whoa! - What?

You fucking asshole!

Stand down!

Female is possibly armed.

Stand down from what, you fucking moron?

Someone is dead here and we need your help.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay, okay.

It's gettin' away from us here.

I know this doesn't look good.

Just listen to me. My name is Alan Morgan Adams.

Of the Massachusetts Morgan Adamses.

Okay, uh, were not the ones you're looking for.

He is going to be here any fucking second,

so can we...

No, freeze right now!

No, wait!

Look, it's a real person.

Wait, is that who I think it is?

He's famous.

Yeah.

And rich.

Yeah.

And beautiful.

Yeah.

All right, so wait, just walk...

Walk me through all this again.

No, no, you need to call

for backup right now or we are all going to die.

You tell me who did this.

Guys.

He did it.

Hey.

Hey you, stop right there!

- Oh, shit. - Freeze!

Just shoot the bastard!

Miss, you stay back,

you let me take care of this.

Now this is your last warning.

What are you doing?

Do you really think Chief Wiggum's

gonna save the day?

Good point.

Put your hands where I can see them.

I said put your hands up!

Ooh, wait.

Oh God...

Hey, stop!

Come on, stop!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Don't go anywhere!

You stop right now!

Ow, oh my... ow!

What the hell!

I...

Hey Randy.

They're out of cinnamon raisin, buddy.

Can you believe that?

You're a murderer, they're thieves,

I'm the one who gets shot.

Okay, I can find them.

I just need a computer.

If they have a cell phone,

I can track them.

A flesh wound.

- Mm... - Talk and walk.

- Okay. - Okay.

Fuck.

Guys, what the fuck are we gonna do now?

Oh my God, I've never been

this close to a famous person before.

Dude, put that thing down, man!

No, we're not putting him down!

Are you kidding me? You guys know who this is

and we get to be the ones that rescued him.

Wait a second.

Hey, you know what?

We're not rescuing him

because he's dead!

Okay, whatever.

We need to get off the street, okay?

And why couldn't he just kill,

like, Elijah Wood or someone small?

We could just take that.

Yeah, you want to rip off

a homeless guy?

Do you want to shoot a puppy while we're at it too, hmm?

Oh, I'm sorry, would you rather

that the fucking psychopath

catches up with us, Dot?

- Okay, okay. - That's right.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Thank you.

Yep, right, right, right.

Okay.

Hi, we just need to borrow this.

Over my dead...

body.

Yeah, that, that exactly, yes, um...

Uh, that's good enough, right?

Yup.

So sorry, we're gonna take really good care of it.

Thanks so much.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, I know homelessness

is a complex issue

that can't be solved by charity alone,

so I, uh, I hope this helps

the situation just a little.

Sorry, man.

Thank you. God bless you.

Jack, come on!

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You're very calm

for someone who's just lost

the bodily evidence

that he's a murderer.

Yes, remind me how that happened again.

This might come in handy.

Just doing what you said.

New evidence, new culprits,

new narrative, right?

Could you...

could you just take that jumpsuit off?

- Wait, what, out here? - Yes, yes.

We need somebody to help us, you guys.

We're trying to be discreet, okay,

and he can see you from a mile off

with that, so...

I could be naked under this.

Is that discreet?

Hey, dude,

why are you texting me right now?

I'm not, I don't have my phone.

Then what's...

Oh no.

Alan?

Uh...

Wait, is that the cop?

Oh shit.

Dude, he has your fucking phone.

That's bad, right?

Wait, I don't get it, why is...

I... I don't know,

but I feel like that can't be good.

There's, like, emojis.

Are you kidding me?

He is framing us, hello!

Fuck!

- Fuck, fuck! - Shit!

That's exactly what he's doing.

Fuck me!

Oh God, oh my God.

Fucking be kidding me.

Fuck my life, shit!

- Oh shit. - Fuck.

Fuck that shit, man!

Okay, this can't be happening right now.

He doesn't know where we are.

- That's true. - Right?

That's a good point.

We can ditch the dead guy

and just go our separate ways.

We can leave it anywhere.

No, that is not a good idea.

He killed Nick,

and you stomped on

this fucking guy's head.

I am not the one

who fuckin' brought that lunatic

into my house.

Okay, that costume was amazing.

- It wasn't a costume! - It wasn't a costume!

Oh my God, oh my God, it was Halloween!

How was I supposed to know?

Dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude.

Okay, that dead cop

took my name, man.

He radioed in about us.

You know why?

Because you're always throwing your name around.

Oh, look, you dropped something.

- Your fuckin' name. - Oh, yeah, that's my fault.

That's on me, okay.

Oh yeah, it is.

You know what? Good luck with it.

I'm fuckin' done.

- I'm out. - You're done?

Oh, you're gonna go?

You're gonna walk away from here?

Oh, this is really something

coming from you.

Hey, by the way, quick question.

How you doin' with the very first problem

in your entire life

that you couldn't just throw money at, huh?

How's that goin' for you?

You didn't mind my money

when you were hooverin' up

my fuckin' drugs, right?

Oh yeah,

and you were pitchin' me

your stupid fuckin' apps.

My stupid fucking apps?

Shut the fuck up,

both of you, oh my God!

Nick, Nick is dead

in your studio.

The cop, dead in your garage.

There's photos on both of your phones.

All right, maybe if...

maybe if we just give the... the body back,

and I'll say sorry.

Oh, wake up!

We know nothing about this guy.

He has our names, your address.

I mean, Alan gave him

his fucking résumé.

Okay, we don't need to keep

putting each other down, you guys.

Okay, that psycho,

he wore gloves.

Our prints are all over it.

He's gonna kill us

whether or not we have this thing.

- It's a person. - Oh!

Fuck all that noise, okay?

And the cops, when the cops

come looking for us,

they're gonna shoot me,

and then he's gonna lock you both up.

Do you want to risk that, is that what you want to do?

Okay!

What the fuck do we do?

We make it go away.

No body, no evidence.

We gotta bleach him.

Pulverize the teeth.

Burn off the fingerprints.

We disfigure the face.

We melt him down.

We drain the blood

and the bodily fluids.

We mix those with bleach.

We also bleach the inside.

We chop him into pieces small enough

that they can't be recognized as human

in case somebody finds one of 'em.

Vinegar to soften the bones.

We put each part

in a different plastic bag,

fill 'em with lye,

tie the tops, and we bury them

as far away from each other as possible.

Uh, that is why you're single.

Oh, okay.

I'm the only one of us

that watched Breaking Bad?

Are you kidding me?

That show redefined television.

Okay, uh...

where exactly are we meant to do all this?

Hm?

I don't know, but you know what?

Not here, so let's... let's just go.

Let's go, yeah.

Oh, okay, no, I'll get it.

Thanks, guys, thanks for all of your help.

Appreciate it.

You dumb dicks.

Son of a bitch.

Why do you have a gun?

Why wouldn't I?

What if I go to the movies

or my local Planned Parenthood

and some asshole comes in with a gun

to shoot everyone?

Nobody would've gotten hurt tonight

if everybody had a gun.

I work long hours,

I go running early.

It makes me feel safer.

Have you ever had to use it?

I just killed two people right in front of you.

I know, who's gonna be next?

You're not grasping the reality

of what I'm saying.

I kill people.

You haven't killed me.

Come on.

Let's get you cleaned up.

♪ No one knows who I am ♪

♪ No one knows who I am ♪

♪ Nobody recognizes me ♪

♪ No one knows who I'm supposed to be ♪

♪ For Halloween ♪

Uh, Dalmore neat,

and a slightly burnt, perfect,

Sipsmith and Cokey martini,

straight up with a twist,

12-year Coal Ila for the scotch.

What?

A drink order shouldn't have 25 words in it.

Look at these two.

Hold that for a sec.

Uh, I'm gonna go...

take care of this.

That booth when you get back.

♪ This year for Halloween ♪

♪ I'll just be me ♪

Thank you.

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Maggie, what are you doing?

Is this crazy?

No.

You don't meet guys like this every day.

He's... he's smart, he's strong,

he's employed.

He can handle you.

Timing's a bit off, but that's okay.

Grow through conflict.

Yeah, yeah, this is it.

All right, what now?

Uh, well, padlock is shit,

and we need what's in there, so.

Never paid for a bike in my life.

Okay, let's do this.

So this doesn't feel like much of a plan.

You said you could track him with a computer.

Can you get into this?

I'm a data engineer, not a hacker.

Yes.

Just take me a minute

to get around this guy's password.

Hmm.

I'm gonna find those assholes for you.

Yeah.

What?

Yeah.

Is this everything?

I guess we're about to find out.

Seriously?

Don't deny me this, Dorothy.

Tonight isn't really

what I was expecting, okay?

So, yeah,

I want a machete.

All right.

It says we start with the face.

I still can't believe it's him.

I know. Doesn't he have

like 20 million Twitter followers?

Well...

Not anymore.

Okay.

Ah, I'm in.

You can track pretty much anybody's smartphone

as long as a single one of their apps

has live location in the background.

Code's running.

So I gotta say,

seeing you do what you do,

hearing you talk,

boom.

Suddenly so much makes sense.

How?

I'll answer one of yours

for each one you answer of mine.

Come on.

All the secrets, the deceptions.

You must be dying to just talk straight

to someone.

Why are you here?

Because I wanna be.

- Why? - Mm-mm.

My turn.

Who paid you?

I don't know.

I never meet him.

Do you know what the dark web is?

Yes.

The part of the internet

that's encrypted and untraceable...

where you would go

if you want someone killed.

It's one of the many places

you can go to do that, yes.

The visible world is so bright

and reassuring,

but it needs the dark.

The man who pays me

owns the dark.

You don't know him, he doesn't know you.

You get paid in electronic currency.

Completely anonymous.

How much did you get for the guy in the bag?

More than anyone, ever.

And I thought you were hot

before I knew you were rich.

Your turn.

Do you know why I like Halloween, Maggie?

The candy?

People.

They wear masks their whole lives,

pretending that life has meaning.

When you kill somebody,

all of that's gone.

Halloween is the closest

people come to admitting

that we are defined by death.

How do you come to do what you do?

Choose a job you love,

you never have to work a day in your life.

I want that choice.

Life carries most people along.

So much happens,

so little is made to happen.

But life is consequence.

You throw a glass, it breaks.

You cut someone, they bleed.

You kill someone, they're gone.

I was always taught

that consequences are to be feared.

Every decision I make,

every second of my life

is based on what someone else wants or needs,

it's like a fucking straitjacket.

And then there's you,

saying consequences are proof of power.

You can do anything you want.

All of it's good, do it.

Because none of it means anything.

Was it hard

to kill someone the first time?

Maggie...

None of it's hard.

Dead cops aren't good for business.

Find them.

There was a complication.

Small.

So?

So nothing.

I've got it under control.

This isn't like you, Wilkes.

One complicated night in a decade

isn't a bad track record.

I hope you know where my body is.

You're watching me.

Maybe.

On and off.

That wasn't part of the deal.

Neither is lying to me.

Even great white sharks

have their predators, Wilkes.

Two hours.

Sort your mess out.

Don't let me down.

Fuck me!

Don't touch your face, Jack.

It's basically acid.

Okay.

What's next?

Uh, burn off his fingerprints.

You, it's your turn.

Now, mm-hmm.

Okay.

Ugh, okay.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

The skin is coming off!

- Oh, God. - Fuck, ahh!

Okay, ahh!

Oh, fuck.

He's leaking.

He's leaking, he's leaking.

Okay.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Why isn't Alan

doing any of this gross shit, huh?

He's the one that got us into this mess.

Hey! One of us has to keep our eye

on the bigger picture, okay?

I will look up the instructions,

and you two carry them out.

Thank you.

Chop, chop.

We need to find that body, now.

You said "we."

Okay, this is them.

They're at a hardware store

10 blocks from here.

Alan is doing a Google search.

Trying to destroy a body,

by the looks of it.

Now I can tap into any camera in the area

with a built-in sensor or actuator.

There they are.

Is this live?

It was 10 minutes ago.

If I connect Alan and Jack

using Find My Friends,

we can track them with Jack's phone.

Body cam footage is instantly uploaded

to a cloud server.

Can you access that server?

It'll be traceable to this computer.

I'm okay with that.

Me too.

Find the video we're in and delete it.

We should send it to them.

We've already sent the photos.

Let's have a little fun.

Hey, Officer.

Hey!

Trick or treat, motherfucker.

Yeah, what's up, boy?

You guys look great.

Dunder Mifflin for the win!

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit, get over here.

Guys.

Look, we have a dead body here.

We need your help.

Someone has been murdered.

Okay, okay, it's gettin' away from us here.

This isn't what it looks like, Officer.

Just listen to me, my name is Alan Morgan Adams.

What is this guy's problem?

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, oh my God.

- Okay, uh... - Hey, hey.

- What do we do? - Focus, focus, focus.

No, what do we do, what do we do?

There is no footage of us killing the cop

because we didn't actually do it.

He's just trying to freak us out.

He's trying to make us crack,

that is all he's doing.

- Oh, my God. - Yeah, well, it's working.

I'm cracked.

Alan, I need you to log on

to Jack's Apple account,

Find My iPhone,

and then delete all the messages.

That's it.

Wait, how do I do any of that?

Are you kidding me?

You do it then, Jack!

- I don't know how! - Exactly!

I pay nerds to do that for me.

All right?

Maggie.

Maggie, Maggie's h...

Maggie's helping him.

Oh, wait, the blonde

that was with him tonight?

Yeah, the one that was dressed as, um...

uh, Elsa from Frozen.

- Yeah. - Wow!

Marie Antoinette, you dipshit!

Do you know anything about anything

that's not been made into an action figure?

I'm so sorry, professor.

I'm not an expert

in Civil War history, okay?

Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait,

hold on, you guys, it says here

the lye is gonna take like hours to work.

Oh, shit. We have to heat it

to almost a thousand degrees?

You didn't think to tell us that

before we started?

You could've looked it up

your-fucking-self, Dot!

Call me Dot one more fucking time.

What you gonna do?

Do something.

I surrender and I let go, I surrender and I let go.

Do that.

Oh! It says here we could also

burn the entire body, that would work.

What website are you on?

Wikipedia.

What?

Okay, you know what,

it's not as if we can start a fire in here anyway, so.

Oh, yeah, actually, never mind

because it has to be hot enough to turn him into ash,

not just a bubbly stew person.

That's great.

So...

Hospitals, clinics, mortuaries,

they... they have incinerators.

My mom, she used to work at a hospital,

and they'd also discard

like the old placentas and the foreskins and stuff,

they burn them at the end of the night.

Right, right, right, right, right, okay.

I can work with that.

Is the real world too gory

for you, Monster Maker?

Yes.

Yes, it is, actually.

- That's the whole point. - Hold on.

Would a funeral home work?

There's one on Hooper Street.

Yes, yeah, that's perfect.

Uh, I don't know about that, Dot.

...rothy.

Uh, think about it.

We already broke into this building.

Now you want us to break

into other buildings?

There's... there's more bodies.

Yes! The faster that we feed

this fucker to the incinerator,

the faster that this is done.

We take your trust fund money,

we buy plane tickets to Jamaica,

and we spend the rest of our miserable year

drinking mojitos

and having threesomes on the beach.

Okay, yeah.

Lead us to a funeral home.

Okay, great.

Clear your browser history,

put him back in the cart.

You, clean this shit up.

You know neither one of us

is gonna be in that threesome, right?

Yeah, I know.

- Now! - Yeah, okay.

Ah, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Come on, let's cut through here.

Can you hurry up?

I don't understand you,

but I feel like you might be

the first person I've met

in a very long time...

that understands me.

After you kill them,

after tonight,

you can teach me some things.

I can teach you some things.

We can be together,

just the two of us,

doing anything we want.

There is no "we."

This is it.

Let's do this.

Can I help you, ma'am?

Um, hi, yes,

um, we need your help.

We have a dead body, and there's this guy,

and he's trying to kill us...

Please press the button

before speaking, ma'am.

Oh, my God!

We have a dead body,

someone is trying to kill us.

Open the fucking door!

Oh, come, come.

Is that...

Yeah, yes, yes.

Well, shit.

Where are his goddamn teeth?

Oh, my God, why does everyone

keep pulling guns on us?

We don't got time for this, all right?

He's gonna kill us.

Who?

Oh, shit, I knew that was gonna happen!

- Get in! - I'm coming!

No. No.

No, no.

No!

I'm sorry, guys.

I can't fuckin' do this.

I am out!

What?

Come back, you asshole!

- Jack! - Fuck!

Okay.

- Where'd he go? - I don't know.

God, what is my deal?

I'm sorry, Dorothy.

I'm sorry I got us into this.

I'm sorry I'm always up in everyone's face,

I'm always pressuring people into doing shit.

I'm sorry I can never stop running my fucking mouth.

Calm down, it's fine.

Um, what the...

What the fuck are you doing?

Somebody's trying to kill us right now.

- Are you... - Right, no, I...

Fuck you. Go.

Go to the incinerator please.

Yeah, okay.

Wait, what am I supposed to do

once I find it?

It's an oven, Alan.

Do you know how to turn on an oven?

Uh, okay.

Where the fuck are you?

Fuck.

Good luck getting in here.

Fuck!

Shit.

Shit.

What is wrong with you?

Keep it together.

You fuckin' pussy.

You got this.

You got this.

Jack!

Alan!

Seriously, that's all you have?

It was all I could find, Dorothy.

Oh, my God, you scared the shit outta me.

Is this it, this is it?

Yeah, it's gonna take a minute to heat up.

We don't have a minute, Alan.

The son of a bitch is in the building.

- What? - Yeah.

Are you serious?

It has to get to like 1400 degrees

or it's not gonna work.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, we're gonna die tonight.

We're gonna die tonight.

We're gonna fucking die tonight.

No, no, um, um, okay,

don't check out on me now.

Just get this thing going, I have an idea.

Oh, fuck.

Shit.

Please, God.

Please let me live.

Please, little sweet baby Jesus.

Please let me live.

I'll give all my money to kids.

I promise.

I'll live my life like it's Christmas every day.

I'll live my life in the past,

the present, and the future.

I will never do any drugs,

and I won't disrespect women.

Oh please, sweet Jesus, let me live.

Okay, okay.

No, no!

Shit.

Ah.

Don't worry.

I'm just gonna take the body,

and then you can go home.

I'm sor...

I am so sorry,

I really did think I could do that

with a straight face there.

Where's the girl?

Okay.

Careful now.

You don't want to miss me

and hit your boyfriend there.

Fucking shoot him!

Fucking hold him still!

Fuck!

Find the goddamn gun!

I can't reach it!

I got it.

This is what death looks like, boy.

I hope that one drink was worth it.

How does death look now, asshole?

Huh.

Jesus Christ.

I only asked you to deliver him.

You said you wanted to make a statement.

There's your statement.

The money is transferred.

I trust if you're satisfied

we can put tonight's... difficulties

behind us.

Have all the complications been dealt with?

No loose ends.

You hear that BS?

The phone is dead.

Even the phone is dead!

I killed you.

Hell is empty,

and all the devils are here.

I just wanted

a little bit of what you had.

But I'm a fast learner.

Stabbing me wasn't very nice.

Maggie!

But can I tell you a secret?

I'm so happy to be rid of any delusions.

No, no.

Costume.

Amazeballs.

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Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Rose, honey, want me to carve that?

Henry, my love, if I let you carve,

we won't eat until tomorrow.

I like things to be, you know, precise.

Yes, but we're hungry now.

- Isn't that right, Kim? - Yeah. Hungry now, Dad.

Mom carves, we eat.

You carve, we wait.

All right, savages.

Yeah, nice try.

So, this being Thanksgiving,

I say we get real

and share something that each of us is thankful for.

You go first, Rose.

I am thankful that I have you two to come home to

after the nutjobs I deal with across the not-so-friendly skies.

Your smiling faces make everything okay.

How about you, Kimmy?

For this.

For us.

- All right Dad, your turn. - Yeah, your turn.

Well, I'm just thankful I didn't have to carve the turkey

'cause my stomach's grumbling.

See?

But mostly, in all honesty,

I just would never want to lose you two.

You're the loves of my life.

Cheers to that.

- Love you guys. - Love you.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

I'm off. You take your meds?

Come on, Kimberly.

I don't like the way they make me feel.

The problem is, they're helping.

Give me your paw.

Good girl.

I know you don't want to make a big deal out of this today,

- but... - No, I don't.

Yeah, okay.

We won't. But your Aunt Jane sent something.

It should come today, so it'd probably better to bring it in

before the local thieves snatch it from the stoop.

- No one's gonna take it. - Really?

Tell that to neighbor dude.

He lost a package the other day right off the front porch.

Same for the old lady two doors down.

I know what you're trying to do.

You do, don't you?

Of course you do.

Well, bring it in or not, okay?

It's not my fault if somebody hijacks it before I get home.

Bye.

Shit.

Kimberly, this was on the front porch.

Can you take it so I can put my umbrella down?

Kim?

Kim?

Thank you.

What happened?

I tried to get the package.

Oh, good for you.

It's important to push your boundaries.

Maybe we'll try again at the end of the session.

You know, take a stroll down the driveway.

Test your limits.

You turned 17 today. Happy Birthday.

Yeah. No, just another day.

Same as any other.

How are your days the same?

Well, I wake up. Um, I kind of get dressed.

Um, I do my home-school stuff.

Sit around the house. Wait for my dad.

Then we eat dinner and watch TV, and go to bed.

How are you finding the Sertraline?

It makes me feel numb.

Is numb a good thing or a bad thing?

I see your dad is still fixing up the place.

Oh, yeah. When he has the time.

You know, he's been working a lot lately.

What do you think your mom would say about all the mess?

Or was she okay with the home improvement chaos?

Do you, um, want to talk about her today?

It's been almost a year since you lost her.

And I know that holidays and birthdays

can bring up some really strong emotions.

And I also know Thanksgiving was the last holiday

that you and your dad got to spend with your mom.

No. Just another day,

the same as any other.

Um, I've worked with many people with similar conditions to yours, Kim.

People with anxiety disorders, panic attacks.

The ones who cut themselves off from the world.

But the difference in your case is you are a developing, young woman,

and you need talk to someone real.

Someone present.

Yeah.

And I have my dad.

Yeah. You do.

This is so stupid.

Aw, don't be a party pooper.

Okay, open your eyes.

Go on, make a wish.

What'd you wish?

If I tell you, it won't come true, so...

That's what they say, whoever "they" are.

It was about Mom.

Is that okay?

Of course.

Here goes.

Looks good, huh?

Oh, by the way,

I know you didn't want me to make a big deal out of things this year, but...

Go on. Open it.

- Oh, wow. - Yeah.

It's so pretty.

Try it on.

Here.

All right. I want to see.

It's pretty.

Wow.

Thank you.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

Thank you.

What's on your Thanksgiving menu?

Tom Elkins, our resident chef, has ideas.

All right, well, I'm headed to bed.

All right, sweetheart.

- Thanks for the cake. - Of course.

And... and for this.

What'd you get from your aunt?

Just some new teas.

Um, White Rose and Keemun,

and this book on conquering your fears.

Oh, very subtle, your aunt.

Yeah.

And you got outside to go get it?

Right? So that's great.

Um, no.

Oh.

Dr. Saunders had to bring it in.

Well, at least the local thieves were denied, so...

Yeah.

Did you take your meds tonight?

Yeah. Yeah.

Does she want to send me away?

Who?

Dr. Saunders.

I don't know, sometimes I feel like

she wants to put me away in a hospital or something.

No, honey, no one's sending you anywhere.

Dr. Saunders is just here to help you through this.

We both are.

Okay.

Go on, get some sleep.

- Good night. - Night, sweetheart.

With thirteen days until Turkey Day. Stock up on all...

What...?

Kim?

Kim?!

What? What?

You think you could start helping me with the renovations?

Why?

Honestly, because I need the help.

Please, just help me for the day, yeah?

Come on.

- Very funny. - Oh, sorry.

Yeah, no, that's okay.

There is such a draft coming down from that attic.

Maybe it's because you just punched a huge hole in the wall.

Yeah? No, it's because I need to put some insulation in.

Mom's to-do list.

Always after me to get 'er done, so...

high time I did.

Can I?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Cool.

Put that on. For the plaster dust.

- These, too. - Oh. Thanks.

Whoa. I can see all the way up to the top of the house.

- Yeah? - It's crazy.

I was thinking, um,

Thanksgiving I could make a turkey, pick up some sides.

Course, it wouldn't, you know... Wouldn't be as good as your mom's, but...

Um... we could try and make something special out of it.

Sure.

If you think you can handle it.

Well, if you give me a hand, you bet.

Yeah. If you want to, I'd... Yeah, I'd like that.

All right, good. Thanksgiving dinner at home.

Great.

So, do you, um, have any goals?

Like what?

What would you like to do for a living,

if you could do anything?

I don't know.

Something with travel maybe.

Travel?

That's interesting considering...

Must be a real headache living with this in the background every day.

I'm used to it.

Okay, my dad knows what he's doing.

Um, travel?

Isn't that what your mother used to do?

She was a travel agent?

Flight attendant.

Waitress in the sky.

That's what she used to call it.

Um...

I am...

I'm not here to judge you,

and the last thing I want to do is upset you.

But I can't help if you keep pretending that there are no problems here.

What do you want me to say?

Your mother's death was a terrible loss to endure at your age.

It's one thing when a person dies before their time,

but it is another thing for them to be taken.

No, you don't know what you're talking about.

Only because you won't talk to me.

Because I'm tired of answering your questions!

Okay? Just leave me alone!

Say I did.

Say I left you alone and didn't come back.

Then what?

I mean, do you think you'd be better or worse?

This whole thing is about trust, Kimberly.

You need to trust me.

People beat themselves up all the time over the most awful things.

Things that they had no control over.

And it's common after a traumatic experience to blame yourself.

Why would I do that?

I didn't kill her.

Of course you didn't.

But you need to acknowledge what happened.

I can acknowledge it.

Okay, some sick bastard murdered my mother

and dumped her body in a vacant lot.

There, I said it.

Am I cured now?

I think you're afraid because the man who did this was never caught.

And maybe that's why you don't want to leave.

Well, would you?

I'm safe here.

I'm safe alone with my dad.

And what if something happens to him?

You can't stay in here forever.

The world is out there.

You hide in here, and you let whoever took your mom away win.

Win?

God, you make it sound like a game.

Couldn't help overhearing the session.

Got a little heated, huh?

Well, confrontational forms of therapy tend to get patients worked up.

I'm used to it.

She's got the same fire her mom had.

Kimberly's, uh, not making very good progress, Mr. Tooms.

She just needs to spend more time with you.

Has Kimberly ever displayed

physical aggression toward you?

Or herself?

No. She wouldn't do that.

Was she ever angry with your wife?

With Rose? No!

Never. I mean, no more than the usual mother/daughter spat.

Why?

Well, I'm just trying to get a better picture of Kimberly and her mental state

leading to the onset of the anxiety.

No, she couldn't... couldn't hurt anybody.

Especially not her mother. Not on purpose.

You know, Henry, it's easy to miss things

when you're emotionally enrolled with a family member.

- It's clich�. - Yeah, okay, Doc.

- But parents are often the last to know. - Yeah.

So, keep an eye out for extreme behaviors.

Now, it could be a sign of the medication,

but it could be a sign of a deeper pathology.

Extreme behaviors?

Well, Kimberly's angry,

and anger can manifest itself in many ways.

Like what?

Delusional, obsessive, paranoid.

Look, spending as much time as she does alone,

refusing to acknowledge what happened to her...

No. Look, um, Kimberly's been through a lot.

She'll pull through this. She will.

You're grieving,

And I know it's not easy. For either of you,

but if Kimberly doesn't confront what happened,

this house will turn from a sanctuary into a cell.

This is her home.

It's not a prison.

Henry, please.

You're coddling her when you should be coaxing her out,

breaking the cycle that's keeping her inside.

I know how to raise my own daughter.

I'll see you next week.

Please, just, um, think about what I said.

Sorry.

For what?

For being a bitch.

Oh honey. You're doing the best you can, all right?

- Yeah. - You okay?

Well, yeah.

I'm gonna head down to O'Malley's, get a beer with the guys.

Okay.

When I get back, we can watch a movie, pig out on ice cream.

- Great. - All right. Be good.

- Yeah. You, too. - All right.

A teenager from Encino, California, is still missing

after a one-week search has failed to turn up any new leads or witnesses.

Police suspect Sophie Taylor was abducted near her Encino home.

At a press conference earlier this morning,

her parents made an appeal for information

concerning their daughter's disappearance.

I just want everyone to know

what a beautiful, kind, and wonderful person my daughter is.

If you're watching this, Sophie,

we love you very much.

We just want to know that you're okay

and for you to come home.

We're appealing to anyone who knows any information

regarding Sophie Taylor's whereabouts

to contact this number immediately.

Oh, my God.

In national news, the President is once again under fire

for his continual attack on the working poor, while the...

Okay.

Shit.

Oh, you're still up. I thought you'd be in bed by now.

Oh, I thought we had movie night.

Yeah, it just took a little longer than I planned.

Lend a hand?

Oh, sure.

Oh. Is it cold outside?

Cold? No, well, it's a little chilly in the van. What have you been up to?

Um, just watching TV.

Anything good?

No, nothing really.

Surfing mostly.

You're bluffing, Mr. Bigelow.

I don't know what you're after, but you're trying to trick me.

Mrs. Phillips, can you tell me...

You're not hungry?

Huh?

Oh.

Uh, just lost my appetite, I guess.

For ice cream?

Well, I'll clean up.

- Shit! - Easy there, jumpy.

Sorry.

No, it's all right.

- No, I can clean it up. - Let me get it.

- Careful. - Ow, shit.

Damn, I told you to be careful.

Come on, let me see.

- Let me see. - It's fine.

It's fine.

Let me see.

If you got nothing to hide, you better start talking.

- Or maybe you are guilty! - No!

No, it's not too deep, but, yeah, we should definitely wash up.

Come on.

Ow!

Yeah. Okay.

Here you go.

I got blood on you.

I don't mind.

There we go.

Yeah, that's the least I can do.

Thanks.

Hey, Dad?

Hey, happy Thanksgiving, sweetheart.

Yeah.

Uh, I have to go out for a bit today.

I left instructions for the turkey.

I think you just kind of bake it all day, baste every once in a while.

Can you handle that for us?

Uh, yeah, sure, um...

Hey, where did you get my birthday present?

At a jewelry shop in the Valley. Why?

Are you sure it's not second-hand?

What?

Well, it's tarnished. See?

- Tarnished? - Yeah.

Oh. Didn't see that when I bought it,

but, um, it's a manufacturing flaw, I suppose.

It happens.

So then maybe you can exchange it for a new one?

It's the only one they had in stock. Sorry, Kim.

Here, eat your breakfast.

Before it gets cold.

Thanks.

Ugh!

Disgusting.

Aah!

Oh, shit.

Is that... blood?

Oh, my God.

Hey, Aunty Jane? It's Kimberly.

I know it's the holidays,

but I really, really have to stay with you for a few days.

Um, I'll explain more when I see you.

Just give me a call back. Okay, bye.

Okay, come on, Kimberly.

Come on, come on, come on.

You can't stay here, Kim.

Okay.

It's just the sun.

That's just some birds.

You're gonna be okay.

Gonna be okay.

You're gonna be...

I'm home!

Think I found the last pumpkin pie.

How'd it go with the turkey today? You didn't even set the ta...

What is this, Dad?

They're nothing for you to worry about.

Did you steal them?

What were you even doing in the attic?

I just wanted to see what you've been doing.

See what? I've been working on the house.

Honestly, Kim, I think you have to stop with these wild assumptions.

I can hear you moving around up there.

At night.

Is this what you've been doing?

Hiding these?

Dad!

I'm allowed to have my own private things, Kim.

But why would you hide them like that?

- Damn it, Kim! It's gonna be dry! - Dad?

See, this is why your mother and I never got you a cat.

Why would you hide them in Mom's old work bag?

I miss your mom, Kim.

Same as you. I try to hide it,

but sometimes I just need to spend some time alone

with the few remaining pieces that she left behind.

Pieces that are mine. Just mine.

Kim?

Look sweetheart, I'm sorry if it upset you,

but Dad's not perfect.

There's blood on this.

That's paint.

You're not gonna answer that?

No, not right now.

Are you taking your meds?

What?

Well, Dr. Saunders said there might be side effects...

Erratic behavior, paranoia.

It's not the med... Don't turn this around on me!

Kim, I gotta be honest with you. You're acting paranoid again.

- Over nothing. Really nothing! - Just stop lying!

Don't take that tone with me! I am still your father!

Did you kill her?

What?! Who?

Sophie Taylor.

This is her necklace, isn't it?

Well, isn't it?!

Come on, Dad, the truth.

Not gonna tell the truth? Fine.

They're the same.

Same mark.

Yeah, I talked to the store.

Yeah, but they said it's a style.

Distressed, they called it.

Okay.

Well, what about these?

Who did they belong to?

They belonged to your mother.

Pieces she picked up from flights over the years.

She should've turned them in to lost and found or whatever, of course, but...

you know, your mom was not perfect.

I'm not perfect.

You're not perfect.

I didn't want to tell you in case you...

freaked out.

But that doesn't explain...

You're turning into her, do you know that?

Neurotic and paranoid until the end.

Did you kill her?

No, Kim.

Oh, my God, did you kill Mom?

The person who killed your mother

is still out there.

Or he's been here with me

the whole time.

Kim, come on, now!

Kim, wait.

- Kim. - No.

- Kim? Ah! - No.

Kim, open up. Come on now. This is silly.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Kimberly? I love you.

Now open up.

Whatever you're doing in there, just don't hurt yourself, sweetheart.

Kimberly?!

I said open this damn door!

Open the damn door!

Ahh!

All right.

I'm gonna count to three, and then I'm coming in.

One...

Two...

Three!

I'm calling the police!

911 Emergency. How may I direct your call?

Um, it's my dad.

I think he's trying... He's trying to get in my room.

Okay, okay. Can I take your name please?

Kimberly Tooms.

All right, Kimberly, can you give me your location?

Uh, 14 Victoria Avenue, Echo Park.

What's the nature of your emergency?

You said your dad is trying to get into your room?

- Yeah, I think he's hurt someone. - Who has he hurt?

I don't know. Can you just send help?

I'm dispatching a police unit to your address now.

Is there a lock on your door?

Yeah, I already locked it.

That's good. Stay there. Help is coming.

I think he's coming back.

Kimberly?

- Kimberly, stay on the line. - Stand back from the door, sweetheart.

Just a second!

- No! - Almost in!

Kimberly!

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no! - What are you doing? Get away from there!

- No! No! - What are you doing?! Come on! Stop it!

I'm not gonna hurt you! I'm not gonna hurt you!

I said that's enough!

Okay?

Are you calm now?

I asked you a question, Kim! Are you calm now?!

Can we please just talk about this quietly and sensibly? Can we do that?

It's just that I've been under a lot of stress lately. That's all.

This just happens to everybody.

Who did you call?

No one.

Oh, sweetheart.

I really wish you hadn't done that.

It's okay. We'll sort this whole mess out.

So, what are we gonna do now?

Police are on their way, so you're gonna have a lot of explaining to do.

So do you.

So, who's gonna take care of you when I'm not around?

Did you think of that?

No, without me, there's no roof over your head.

A roof, which I'd like to point out,

that you're too afraid to get out from under anyway.

Probably just wind up in a damn nut house.

Rubber rooms and straightjackets for you.

You're the one who needs help.

I didn't do anything.

You're acting paranoid. Delusional.

That's not true.

All right, you listen to me.

Are you sure?

Sweetheart, you've known me your whole life.

I've always been there for you.

I never hit you.

I never hurt you.

Barely even raise my voice.

Have I?

Well, have I?

Because I love you, Kimberly. You mean everything to me.

But what about the jewelry?

I mean, I just don't believe it was Mom's.

Doesn't matter what you believe.

I'm sorry you found it.

I really am.

It hasn't been easy.

What happened to your mother is an awful thing,

but you can't blame me for that.

I know you hate me, I get it.

I have been somewhat remote lately.

But I've had so much on my mind.

I just wanted this first Thanksgiving without your mother to be...

I don't know, somehow...

okay for you.

For us.

But am I guilty of being a murderer?

How can you even think that?

So when those police officers show up,

you need to be certain of that.

You need to know in here,

and you need to know in here.

Without any doubt.

Otherwise, you'd destroy what's left of our family.

So, now

do you feel that you're one hundred percent positive

that I am who you think I am?

Good.

Then when the police officers do show up, don't say anything.

It's the medication and your condition that's warping your thinking.

They'll understand.

Evening, sir.

I'm Officer Foster, this is Officer Banks, LAPD.

Evening.

We received a 911 call from this address in the last half hour.

A young woman said she was in distress.

Yeah, that would be my daughter.

- Are you the homeowner? - Yes.

And your name?

Henry Tooms.

Mr. Tooms, on the basis of this call,

we have just cause to enter your property to conduct a search

and to interview both you and your daughter. Do you have a problem with this?

No, please, come in.

Apologies for the mess.

Renovations.

Are you Kimberly? Did you make the 9-1-1 call?

- Yeah. - It's a bit embarrassing, actually.

Kim just overreacted.

Mr. Tooms, we're gonna need you to step outside the room for a minute.

Why?

I'm gonna talk to Kimberly alone, and my partner, she's gonna take

- your statement in the kitchen there. - All right.

After you.

I'm Officer Banks.

Can I get you anything?

No.

Are you injured?

No.

So your dad's renovating, huh?

Oh. Um, yeah.

It's been taking a while.

- May I? - Sure.

- Ooh! No, no. - Sorry.

No, no, I got it. It's mine.

Kimberly, I'm gonna need you to tell me what happened here tonight.

Think you can do that for me?

You must get a lot of bogus domestic calls at the holidays.

What makes you say that?

Well, I just mean, families together, tempers flare.

Next thing you know, Uncle Joe stabs Cousin Lou with a fork kinda thing.

It happens.

Kimberly, your dad's not here right now. It's just you and me.

You made the call for a reason.

Just tell me what... what made you pick up the phone.

Nothing.

He's right. I overreacted.

So, your daughter's prone to this kind of behavior?

No, she's...

She's such a good girl. It's just been a tough year.

Her mother was murdered last year.

- Rose Tooms? - Yeah.

Sorry for your loss.

Yeah, well, the cops haven't found the guy yet.

So you're suggesting this is the reason she made that call?

Officer, my daughter's been a shut-in since this happened.

She can't even leave the house.

She'll have a panic attack when the front door opens.

I can't unlatch a window without her getting dizzy.

She's taking this medication for, uh...

Agoraphobia?

Yep.

- Are you seeking treatment for that? - My dad got me a therapist.

We have sessions at home.

Can you tell me the name of your doctor?

Dr. Helen Saunders.

And would it be okay with you if I contacted her?

I haven't been around as much.

And work's been, like, crazy.

Trying to support the both of us.

Uh, she's just lonely and angry.

I told her off earlier, she ran upstairs.

Teenagers.

Why'd you tell her off?

Well, the house is just... it's all over the place right now, you know?

All right.

She went up to the attic, and I told her... Well, I don't know.

She was up there to see some of her mom's old stuff,

so, like, you know.

But she practically broke her neck, so I got...

I just... I lost it,

so she ran to her room, wouldn't come out.

You know, I raised my voice with her a bit.

I don't think she was used to it.

She called you guys.

Mr. Tooms, domestic abuse is a serious issue.

We get a lot of calls on it.

So I have to ask...

have you ever hit her before?

No. Never.

He's never raised his hand to you in any way?

No. I was just mad.

This is... I shouldn't have said anything.

I don't...

I don't want him to get in any trouble.

I understand that. He's your dad.

He... He hasn't done anything wrong.

Are you sure there's nothing else you want to tell me?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Okay then, I think we're done here.

Yeah, it appears so.

According to your dad, this was all some sort of misunderstanding.

Is that correct? I'm sorry.

In that case, I'm gonna have to caution you against wasting police time.

We're only to be called in cases of genuine emergencies.

Do you understand?

Yes, I'm sorry.

All right, if there's nothing else...

Okay, then we'll head out.

Love you.

Thanks for coming just the same.

- You have a good night. - Thank you.

Hey, hold on one second.

Hey, listen, if there's anything that you want to talk about

that you feel like you can't talk about here, call me direct, okay?

- Okay. - Anything at all.

Thanks.

Night. Thanks again.

Happy holidays.

Go to bed. I'll fix your door in the morning.

Aah!

You were in my room.

How would you feel if I went through your personal things?

Should I be disappointed?

Angry?

Or mad at myself for not bringing you up right?

I hurt myself.

Give me that.

Why?

Because it's mine.

This wasn't in your collection.

- Just give it to me. - You know what's weird?

What?

All those girls that went missing?

They all kinda look the same.

They kinda look like Mom.

This whole thing's getting out of hand.

I love you, and I loved your mom, Kim.

Our family, it was and is the most important thing to me.

The night your mom disappeared, we fought.

Rose had a last-minute schedule change. Again.

And I was tired of it.

I was tired of not being first.

Of you and me not being first.

Do I regret every word of that fight?

Yes! Every minute, every second of every day.

But when the cops found your mom's body,

please, you gotta believe me, my heart broke forever.

I wish I could take those words and take the anger out of them

and replace it with compassion and patience.

Which is what I'm doing now.

Do you think I wanna lose you?

Do you think I'm gonna let Dr. Saunders have you committed?

Kimberly, no!

All I have is us!

Kim, please, please just give it to me,

go to sleep, and everything will be better in the morning.

Kimberly.

Kim.

- Put that away! - How many?

You're gonna hurt yourself.

How many?

This is exactly what Dr. Saunders warned me about.

She said your medication might trigger aggression.

She told me to look for this, and I didn't listen.

If you hurt yourself, if you hurt me, you'll be locked up.

Stay where you are, please.

I wasn't the only one who fought with her that night!

You don't remember that, do you?

You don't remember how angry you were at her that night.

- That's not true. - It's not?

- That's not true. - Are you sure?

- Go! Leave! - Kim, it's not what you think!

- Just trust me for once! - Trust you?

Why would I trust someone who's cheating on my dad?

- I'm not! - You leave him. You leave me.

You leave us! Leave!

- And don't bother coming back here! - Kim!

Kimberly, just give me the knife

before something happens you can't take back.

Kimberly.

- Put that down. - I said stay away from me.

- Stay back! - Aah!

Aah.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Stop. No, no, no!

Happy Thanksgiving.

Dad?

Dad?! Are you there?!

Hello?!

Dad.

Dad? Please come in.

Don't do this to me!

Hey!

Hey!

It's more disappointment than anger.

You leave me no choice here, Kim.

You're out of control.

This isn't permanent.

It's not punishment.

I even left you some of the dinner,

the holiday dinner we were supposed to have,

including the pie,

which, frankly, you don't deserve.

That should tide you over for now.

Your phone and your laptop are off-limits until you settle down.

Honey, I need to go out for a little bit,

so we'll finish talking about this when I get back.

Dad?

Dad?!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey! You can't do this!

You can't do this!

Okay. Okay.

Fuck. Fuck!

Fuck.

Yes.

Kimberly.

How did you do that?

Remember when I took you to that magic show when you were a kid?

Hmm?

They made a woman disappear.

Yeah. Remember, they locked her in a box, and poof!

She was gone.

You leaned over to me,

you said, "Daddy, how'd they do that?"

Remember what I said? Remember?

"It's magic.

The woman will disappear for a bit,

but she will always come out."

We spent the whole week playing hide-and-seek all over the house.

And you know what?

I always found you.

And you always came out.

Please, come out.

Right, then.

Kimberly!

Watch your ears, sweetheart.

Come on!

Just a little more, I'll be right there!

Oh, my God.

Jane? It's Henry.

Oh, I'm fine. Yeah, how are you?

Uh, no, actually, right this second, she's in the middle of something.

So, uh, hey, I could get her to call you back when she's finished.

- She called you? When? - Help!

- She is feeling a little cabin fever. - Help me!

- So, that's a good sign, right? - Help me, please!

- Help! - I just think maybe

- she was a little overzealous... - Help me!

...about asking for a sleepover.

Absolutely, you should, yeah.

Kimberly would love to see you, you know.

Tell you what, give me a couple of days. Honestly, the place is a mess.

If I can just get the house in order.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, take care.

Jesus fucking Christ.

So that was your Aunt Jane.

She said you had left a message. Something about making a trip?

You're not doing us any favors, honey.

Kim?

Oh, come on, do I have to come down in there and get you?

Damn it!

Kimberly?

I know you're scared, Kim, but I don't think you get it.

I'm trying to help you. I'm your father.

I love you.

Doesn't matter what you did.

You're gonna remain completely quiet and do exactly as I say.

Otherwise, someone is gonna get hurt.

Kimberly.

Kimberly.

Go.

Dr. Saunders?

Hi. I'm sorry I'm running a bit late. It's been a nightmare of a day.

There's all this post-holiday chaos and Black Friday mania.

I should have called and said I was running behind.

Um...

Are you okay?

What do you mean?

Well, you look... dirty.

Oh. Yeah, I've been working on the house.

Oh.

May I come in?

We're gonna have to reschedule, actually.

Yeah, I got a lot of work to do, and it's not a good time right now.

Dad?

It's okay.

She can come in.

I don't think it's a good idea right now.

Dr. Saunders came all this way.

It's fine.

We could finish up later, right?

Okay.

- Oh, wow, you weren't kidding. - Yeah.

Looks like a bomb went off in here.

Yeah, it's kind of a rough day.

Um, better in here today.

Okay.

Well, it's a good thing your dad's keeping you busy, though.

Yeah.

Uh, listen, I'm gonna sit in on this one.

If that's okay with you.

Okay.

So, um, are you still taking your medication?

No.

Why not?

I guess I forgot.

Then how are you feeling without it?

My head's clearer.

And have the panic attacks, have they increased or decreased?

I don't know, sometimes I feel trapped.

Trapped?

In this house.

Not literally.

How so?

Like I want to get out,

but I can't.

Okay. What's holding you back?

I don't know what will happen to my dad.

So you're afraid if you leave, you might not see your dad again?

More like I won't come back.

Well, that's called growing up, Kim.

And it happens to all of us eventually.

Children leave.

But one step at a time.

Let's just get you out the front door first, okay?

Uh...

I never offered you a drink.

Oh, no, I'm fine. Thank you.

No, no, no, I make a great cup of tea.

And my Aunt Jane, she's my mom's sister, just sent me these new teas to try,

and I like to mix them together and make my own.

I've got Lady Grey, Black Currant.

Kinda like Black Grey, you know?

- Kim, she's fine. - Are you sure?

Stop pushing.

You know what? Um, yes.

Yes, I would like to try the famous Kimberly Tooms brew.

Great.

I will go make that now.

Unless you'd like to make it.

No.

Dr. Saunders would like a Kim special.

I can make you one too if you want.

Sure. Just don't take too long.

- Everything okay in there? - Fine.

How was Thanksgiving?

Okay, there we go.

Thank you.

Which one is this?

Uh, I chose the Keemun,

with a pinch of the White Rose.

It could suck.

It's black tea, so just, you know, milk and sugar.

Think the milk turned.

I think it's lovely. I see what all the fuss is about.

I want to talk about my mom.

All right. Um, we can certainly do that, if you feel up to it.

I do.

Maybe we could take our time with that.

Uh, if Kimberly wants to talk about that, it's her choice.

She can go wherever she wants to in these sessions.

I do want to talk about it.

Go ahead.

I've been thinking about it a lot lately.

You know, about what happened to her, and the man...

The man who killed her.

I thought a lot about what I would say to him if I ever had the chance.

And what would that be?

I wouldn't ask him why.

No.

I know why.

He did it because he's sick.

Because he enjoys it.

He probably justifies it to himself.

A man like that invents excuses to do what he does.

To excuse his own sickness.

Remember you first told me that I was in a cocoon?

Mm-hmm.

Like a butterfly struggling to get out?

Maybe he's in a cocoon, too.

Except... he hides in his,

where it's dark...

where no one can see him

for what he really is.

And I'd tell him he's a monster and a coward.

And what do you think he would say to you?

I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today.

So much work to do around the house.

Sorry, Doctor.

Right. Well, um,

I think we were breaking new ground here, Kimberly.

Um, maybe at our next session, we can venture outside

maybe into the yard?

I'd like that.

Um...

Great job with the tea.

Five stars.

Well, thank you, Doctor.

Um... I actually need to ask you both something.

- What's that? - I got a call last night

from an Officer Banks, I believe? She said they were called to this address.

She wanted to confirm that I was Kimberly's doctor.

Is there anything I should know?

- No. - No.

No.

All right.

- Oh, um, have a good weekend. - Thank you.

Okay.

You are in so much trouble!

You wanted to know.

Now you know.

I'm gonna have to get rid of her, Kim.

I don't like to work like this.

I like to be careful, precise, no traces.

These girls need to be punished.

I can't let them influence you.

I can't risk you being exposed to what they are.

I protect you, Kim.

Hmm?

You know that, right?

That's my purpose on earth, to make it safer for you.

For when you come out of your cocoon.

Upon emerging from its chrysalis,

the butterfly is at its most vulnerable state in its life cycle.

Until that's done, it can't fly.

And then it's easy prey for birds and other predators.

Your mother never understood that. But then again, she never helped us

with your fifth-grade science fair project, either, did she?

Second place. So proud.

But then when she found out...

yeah, it was like trying to put broken glass back together.

What was I supposed to do?

She was just gonna tell the cops,

and then they'd take you away from me forever.

I never did anything but love you.

I did the best I could under the circumstances.

Do you not have anything to add?

You don't want to take a little personal responsibility for this?

You did this. This is your fault, Kimberly.

Dr. Saunders would still be alive if you just did as you were told.

But you couldn't do it. You couldn't toe the line.

And now this is where we are.

If you act like a child, you'll be treated like one.

I'm not a bad man. Not at all.

One day, you're gonna walk out that door,

and you'll get that I made the world a safer place for you.

These girls...

these women, they all want you to...

Well, just want you to be like them.

Even if you haven't met them,

their influence, their energy, it's out there.

And I would never allow that.

Ever.

You're my girl.

The best thing I ever did.

I always did everything for...

for you.

F-For us.

Fuck you.

Hey... you just...

Kim...

Propofol.

Oh, yes. Okay.

Fuck, come on.

Okay.

Pick up, pick up.

- [CELL PHONE RINGING] - Uh-oh!

Is that Tim O'Day calling?

Oh, my God, what if it is?

Banks. Hello?

Yeah. Hi, it's Kimberly Tooms.

Remember, you said to call... to call you if something bad happened?

Yeah, I remember.

It's my Dad. You have to come now, okay?

You have to take him away.

- Has he hurt you? - He killed her.

Sophie Taylor? You know, the missing girl from the TV?

I think he's killed other girls.

I mean, he killed my therapist right in front of me.

Am I hearing you right?

You're telling me your dad killed somebody in front of you?

- Yes. - Okay, where's your dad now, Kimberly?

Um, he's... he's passed out on the floor.

I drugged him.

But I don't know how much longer it's going to last.

Okay, I just need you to get out of the house immediately, okay?

I don't know if I can, okay?

He boarded everything up. I'm locked in.

Stay on the line, okay?

- What is it? - That domestic from the other night.

Kimberly Tooms? She said her father's the one that killed Sophie Taylor.

Fuck!

- Kim, you still with me? - Yes.

Kimberly, I need you to get out of the house

and get as far away as you possibly can, okay?

We've go units on the way, okay? Can you hear me?

Yeah, look, I lied yesterday.

Something's wrong.

Oh, shit.

Kim?

He's...

Kimberly...

You didn't use enough for someone my size.

Ahh!

But the White Rose tea was very soothing.

Ow!

God damn it, I fucking love you! How do I prove that?!

Go to hell!

You're not goin' anywhere!

This is our home!

I called the police!

I told them everything.

They're gonna come, and they're gonna lock you up this time.

There's no more hiding, Dad.

I...

Aah!

Ohh, Look what you did to our family!

Look what you did to it!

So stupid!

Stupid!

We can fix this.

We can fix this.

Oh, no.

Dad.

Dad, no.

Aah! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Dad, stop!

Dad, what are you doing?!

Stop!

Dad, please don't do this.

Please don't do this.

- I got these... - Dad, please don't do this.

...for your birthday candles.

Stop. Please don't.

That goddamn necklace.

I lied!

I never called the police.

You didn't?

No. I made that up.

They're not coming.

Okay? You're safe.

You're safe here.

Oh, sweetheart.

You look so much like your mother.

- I'm sorry, Daddy. - Aah!

Aah! Kimberly?!

How many times have I told you to pick up after yourself?!

Okay, okay.

I'm having a...

just a really, really bad day.

I could use a little understanding here.

You're my daughter.

We're supposed to look after each other.

You're a smart girl, lots of potential.

I know I said a lot of things today and...

some hurtful things. I know that.

But through everything,

I have never been prouder of you.

You've done so well, sweetheart.

You used to hide up here all the time.

So cute.

I'm not hiding now.

So come and get me.

That's my girl.

Aah!

Okay.

Okay.

Fuck!

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Into the Dark 1x03

Look at all the pretty lights.

Look at all the pretty lights.

Look at all the pretty lights.

Look at all the pretty lights.

Look at all the pretty lights.

Look at all the pretty lights.

Look at all the pretty lights.

♪ To be jolly ♪

♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪

♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪

♪ Fa-la-la, la-la-la ♪

Hey, would you mind taking our picture?

- Oh, um, of course not. - Yeah?

Okay, don't miss it.

- Cheese! - Cheese!

- That's great. - Yeah.

Hey, man, thank you so much, dude.

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

- Hello! - Hi, I'm so sorry,

I'm your next door neighbor

and I think I've locked myself out.

Do you mind letting me in?

Hi. I'm Wilson.

Uh, you buzzed me in downstairs.

You just moved in?

Right.

Well, come on.

Come on in.

Well, thank you.

Mm-hm.

Are you thirsty?

You look thirsty.

I'm all right, thanks.

People don't usually let strangers in.

You know?

It can be dangerous.

Well...

it can be dangerous being alone too.

I was just worrying about being all alone

for Christmas, and poof!

You appear.

Poof.

I'm Red.

So, Wilson from just next door,

are you from around here?

I'm not.

Oh, well, what brings you to town?

I'm not really sure.

I'm... starting over, I guess. Blank slate.

Are you employed?

Sort of.

Sort of...

I'm an actor, I guess,

so I... I guess I'm acting.

Oh, an actor!

I'm as light as a feather and happy as an angel.

I'm as merry as a schoolgirl

and as giddy as a drunkard.

You too?

I had my moment.

It's long gone now.

I have a good feeling about you,

Wilson from just next door.

This is your moment.

It's not gone for you.

Hm.

Hm.

"Am I in the presence

of the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come?"

"I fear you more than any spec...

specter I have seen."

No, that's shit.

It's fucking shit.

Okay, um...

"Am I in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come?

I fear you more than any specter I have seen.

But as I know your purpose is to do me good,

I am prepared to bear your company

and do it with a thankful heart.

But before I draw nearer

to that stone to which you point,

answer me one question."

"Are these the shadows of the things that will be

or are they the shadows of the things that may be only?

Men's courses will foreshadow

certain ends to which, if persevered in,

they must lead,

but if the courses be departed from,

the ends will change.

Say it is thus with what you show me.

Am I that man who lay upon the bed?

Am I that man who lay upon the bed?

Am I that man who lay...

Wilson Klaus?

Hi.

Your mark, please.

It's in the center.

Okay.

Sorry.

Okay.

"Am I in the presence of the Ghost of... "

Okay, that's fine, thank you.

That... that was the monologue?

It's fine.

Did I do something wrong?

I'm...

I can do it differently.

That won't be necessary.

Are you... sure?

Raise your arms up.

I'm sorry, what?

Raise your arms up.

- Okay. - Higher.

Now together like a triangle.

No, in front of your face.

Now out like an offering.

A... a what?

Like an offering.

Now fly like a plane.

Turn around.

Fly like a plane and turn around.

Raise your arms up.

Together like a triangle.

Out like an offering.

Fly like a plane.

Raise your arms up.

Together like a triangle.

Out like an offering.

Fly like a plane.

Raise your arms up.

Together like a triangle.

Out like an offering.

Fly like a plane.

Raise your arms up.

Together like a triangle.

Out like an offering.

- Fly like a plane. - Faster!

Raise your arms up.

Together like a triangle.

Out like an offering.

- Fly like a plane. - Faster!

Raise your arms up. Together like a triangle.

- Out like an offering. Fly like a plane. - Faster!

Raise your arms up, together like a triangle.

Out like an offering, fly like a plane.

All right, all right, all right, that's enough.

Stop, stop, stop.

He's the guy.

Send everyone else home.

It's him.

Wow.

Ah, congratulations.

Come with me.

So...

This is Pooka.

What do you think?

It's, um...

Cute?

Come on!

This motherfucker's more than cute, baby.

Come on!

This motherfucker's more than cute, baby!

Right?

It's amazing.

It's a main feature.

He listens to what you say and repeats it.

But here's the hook.

He's unpredictable.

You don't choose what Pooka's gonna record

and repeat, Pooka does.

He's got a naughty setting and a nice setting,

but you don't choose what mood he's gonna be in.

Pooka does.

But you don't choose what mood he's gonna be in.

Pooka does.

I'm telling you, this thing tested through the roof.

This is gonna rip Christmas a new asshole.

I don't understand what this

has to do with me.

I'm an actor.

Buddy, your life is about to change forever.

Buddy,

your life is about to change forever.

Ooh!

Naughty Pooka.

Is this thing fucking amazing

or is this thing fucking amazing?

What do you think?

Looks just like the toy.

No, no, no, no, other way around.

The toy looks like this.

This came first.

So you want me to wear this?

Buddy, I want you to be him.

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

See, I am a professional actor.

That's why you're here.

We need somebody who can be

more than just a guy in a suit.

We need somebody

who can bring him to life.

Without you,

he's nothing.

You didn't take my measurements.

How did you know it'd fit?

Of course it fits!

It belongs to you.

How does it feel?

It feels...

okay.

Well, okay.

Seems like you two were made for each other.

Let's see you move around.

Uh, how do I move?

Remember the thing you did in your audition?

Try that.

Raise your arms up.

Together like a triangle.

Out like an offering.

And then you fly like a plane.

You raise your arms up.

Together like a triangle.

Out like an offering.

Fly like a plane.

Raise your arms up.

Together like a triangle.

Out like an offering.

And then you fly like a plane.

You okay?

What's goin' on, man?

You okay?

What's goin' on?

Jesus Christ.

Watch it on that, man.

We're trying to market this thing to children.

Is this too tight for you?

What the fuck kind of test was that?

- What do you mean? - Forget about it!

Forget about what?

I'm not feeling it, okay?

Do you want to talk about numbers

before you make your final decision?

I feel like you're gonna feel these numbers.

There's this, um...

There's this anonymity clause.

Standard nondisclosure.

You don't say who you are,

we don't say who you are.

Protects us both.

No one'll know it's me?

No, never.

It's about trust.

And, um, everyone else

who promotes these toys,

they sign one of these?

What do you mean?

The other actors.

What other actors?

I thought you said this was gonna be huge.

Tested through the roof.

It's a Santa-in-the-mall thing, right?

How many other Pookas are there?

Wilson,

this is all you, okay?

One Pooka, one you.

This is a dream.

Yes, yes!

Corporate is gonna love you, so...

get comfortable,

take the rest of the day off. Here you go!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

And nothing's missing,

nothing at all?

No.

Do you have an idea how they got in?

The door was locked, the windows were closed.

I have no idea.

I'm telling you, darling,

you should call the police.

Nothing was stolen.

Well...

a lot was broken that you can't un-break.

Has this ever happened in this building before?

First time I can remember.

It's a rather quiet place.

Well...

I'll borrow a vacuum tomorrow

from one of the neighbors

for any bits of glass that we've missed.

Meanwhile, you keep your shoes on inside.

Oh...

Relax, love.

I know, break-ins can be scary.

They make you feel scared in your own home,

but no one is coming back.

It's over.

Boom.

Mm...

Oh, it's beautiful, Wilson.

That way you won't feel alone,

even when I'm not here.

Mm.

All right, off to work.

What is this new job?

You've hardly told me anything about it.

Uh, it's just this thing in a costume.

Trust me, there's nothing interesting about it.

I'll see you.

♪ Pooka see, Pooka do ♪

♪ Pooka me, Pooka you ♪

♪ You never know what Pooka will do ♪

♪ Pooka loves, Pooka fights ♪

♪ Pooka laughs, Pooka cries ♪

♪ You never know what Pooka will do ♪

He's making a list,

he's checking it twice,

but even Santa won't be able to tell

if this year's new hottest toy

is naughty or nice.

Meet Pooka,

a cute, friendly little teddy bear

with a bit of a naughty side.

Or is it the other way around?

The toy has surprised even its biggest competitors

and is making waves with its unusual marketing

and distribution strategy.

The company won't say how the toy was conceived,

or how many units have been made,

just that they expect them to sell out entirely

well before Christmas morning.

And get this: If you want one,

there's only one place you'll be able to get it,

and it's right here behind me

at the Pooka Pop-Up.

I love you, Pooka.

Oh!

I love you, Pooka!

I like turtles.

I like turtles!

I like turtles.

I like turtles!

I like turtles!

Okay, everyone.

So sorry, sad news,

sad news out of Pooka Town.

We are all sold out.

Yeah, so we'll be back open tomorrow at 9 a.m.

Come back, we got a lot more Pookas for sale.

What's up, man?

Ah, cruisin' moms?

Give me a second.

Uh...

Uh...

What are you doing?

This didn't come from me.

Oh!

You scared me.

I'm so sorry.

- I'm Wilson. - Melanie.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

I, uh, was just hoping

to have a look at the house

if you're not too busy.

Of course, I will give you the official tour.

You will be the first.

The house was built in '66.

It's a mid-century gem.

Modern, bright.

Filled with tons of light.

Four bedroom, four bath with plenty of communal space if you need it.

Speaking of which,

this is the family room.

How long have you been in the market?

The... the market?

Real estate market.

How long you've been looking.

Right.

Yeah, I'm not sure I am in the market.

The... the listing just caught my eye,

I think.

You know how you just

see someplace and...

you picture yourself living there.

I do like to see myself in all the places that I show.

Even the bad ones?

There are no bad ones,

only right or wrong fits.

That's very good, um,

that's very... professional.

- Was nicely done. - Yeah.

So, what do you do?

I'm an actor.

Oh, nice.

Well, it's LA.

I'm not much more than a walking cliché.

You look familiar.

Well, you don't have to say that.

No, it's true!

Uh, anything I would have seen you in?

Yeah.

Maybe.

So, what do you think of this kitchen?

Brand new granite and Caesarstone countertops,

new appliances,

and the view.

Not too bad.

You look like you're having a vision.

Seeing how this house could be.

Yeah.

So, uh...

I guess this is the living room.

Right?

Yeah, I'd put a big leather couch

in the corner over there.

A... huge piece of art on the wall,

something... modern,

abstract,

strange.

Yeah.

Someone could...

could really make a nice life here.

It is kind of big for one person, you know?

Well...

Hopefully it won't always be just one.

Do you want to make an offer?

Maybe.

But listen,

I don't normally do this.

Um...

I swear, but...

could I maybe ask you out for dinner?

That's a little forward.

I know,

but it's not always that you meet someone

that you think might be amazing.

It was really nice meeting you, Wilson.

I'll let you see yourself out.

Oh!

Call me sometime.

Oh, she's amazing, Red.

You know that feeling when you meet someone

and it's like you've known them forever?

Oh, God, she's funny and she's so... beautiful,

and... and I just feel amazing.

I feel like everything is working out.

I feel like I can do anything I want.

What's that?

What's what?

That pounding noise.

I can't hear anything.

I just remembered I... I left something in my room.

I'm gonna go and grab it, okay?

I'll be back in just a sec.

- Okay. - Yeah.

Uh, I, um,

I burnt my hands, uh, cooking.

I've got to keep them covered for a while

to allow them to heal.

Handsome.

He cooks.

Lucky me.

Well, I, uh...

I burnt my hands cooking a pot of spaghetti,

but, I mean...

I like the way that you're spinning it much, much better.

What else should I know about you?

Well...

What are you smiling about?

This has been nice.

Meeting you.

Unexpected.

Right?

So far so good.

I want to kiss you, but...

I think I might need permission.

Permission granted.

Not from you.

Good luck with that.

It's the last one today.

Really appreciate this, man.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Hey.

Wow, this is, uh, this is a nice home.

Thank you.

It's temporary, though.

Where's your tree?

We don't have one.

Maybe we'll skip it this year.

Oh.

I thought I saw you at the Christmas lot on Halpern.

No, not us.

Is this for me?

Uh, nah, um, no.

This is, uh...

This is for the gatekeeper.

Ah, is that right?

Ty?

Come here for a sec.

Ty, this is Wilson.

Hello, sir.

Wow.

That's... that's good manners.

I don't mess around.

Hello Ty.

I have somethin' for you,

if you want it.

Can I open it now, or?

Uh, yeah.

It says it, uh,

it wants to be opened now.

I think you're right, it does.

Just this one.

Holy crap, Mom, it's a Pooka!

Holy crap, Mom, it's a Pooka!

Watch your mouth, both of you.

What do you say?

Thank you, sir!

Wilson.

Call me Wilson.

Call me Wilson.

Yeah, they, uh,

they can be a little unpredictable.

Mm.

What?

You're kind, Wilson.

Something his dad never would have thought of.

No?

Not that kind of dad.

What kind of dad was he?

Not the kind I want to talk about.

I don't want to talk about him.

I... don't want him to spoil my life anymore.

Wait here.

I'll be right back.

Don't worry.

I'm not goin' anywhere.

Hey!

Good job today.

You too.

You want to get out of here, get a drink?

Uh, you... you go ahead.

I'll... I'm just gonna hang out here for a bit.

Okay.

All right. Take care.

Hey.

Thank you.

Not just for today, or the gig, but...

for everything.

Of course.

Take care.

Oh... what the... no, no!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Oh! Dearie me, what... what's wrong with you?

Oh... oh, love, come in.

Come in.

I'll put the kettle on.

There's nothing in the world

that a good cuppa can't fix,

as my mum used to say.

Of course, that's a lie, though, isn't it?

Some lies help you get through things, don't they?

Good, strong tea got her through the Blitz,

after all.

I think there's something wrong with me.

Oh, there's something wrong with all of us, love.

No, Red, I'm...

I'm losing time, and...

I'm losing control.

Things are all right...

right?

I have this job,

and this girl, and...

and it feels...

really good.

But then, there's this... this thing, this...

this other thing, this...

danger.

I feel like I remember why I moved here.

So I could get away.

Away... from pain.

Away from causing pain.

Everyone has regrets, Wilson darling.

Life is hard.

We make mistakes.

Make good choices now.

That's all you have.

♪ Pooka see, Pooka do ♪

♪ Pooka me, Pooka you ♪

♪ You never know what Pooka will do ♪

♪ Pooka loves, Pooka fights ♪

♪ Pooka laughs, Pooka cries ♪

♪ You never know what Pooka will do ♪

Come on!

Come on, come on!

Good, aw.

Come on, guys!

It's Pooka, come on!

Come on!

♪ O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree ♪

So did you have fun today?

I know what you're up to.

Oh.

What am I up to?

Trying to get on my good side

so that my mom will like you more.

You don't have to buy me things

or get us a tree.

You just have to stick around and be nice.

I can do that.

You don't like Christmas?

Eh, tricky time for us.

Maybe I can make Ty love Christmas again,

so I'm throwing him a little Christmas party

at the end of the week.

Get a lot of his friends together,

play some music, exchange gifts.

So your mom, she told me

about your Christmas party next week.

Are you, uh, excited?

Yeah. It's gonna be a Pooka thing.

How cool is that?

Well, tell me this, now...

would you like to meet Pooka for real?

- Hell yes! - I heard that!

This is it.

That's it.

Yeah, this is the one.

Hey, Ty!

Come and have a look at this one.

Excuse me, pal.

Do you mind taking our picture?

Yeah, of course, man.

Thank you.

Okay.

Look, Ty.

Look at all the pretty lights...

Are you going to hurt my mom?

Are you going to hurt me?

Melanie?

You know, you didn't have to promise that.

He's been telling all his friends all morning

that that thing is coming to his party.

I know you meant well, but...

he's going to be really embarrassed

when it doesn't happen.

Why wouldn't it happen?

- Come on. - No, I told you.

I have connections.

I told you, why...

why wouldn't you trust me?

I trust you, it's just...

are you sure?

You don't have to overpromise to impress me.

No, I know!

I'm not trying to put things in his head.

Okay? It's going to happen.

Okay.

♪ Pooka see, Pooka do ♪

♪ Pooka me, Pooka you ♪

♪ You never know what Pooka will do ♪

♪ Pooka loves, Pooka fights ♪

♪ Pooka laughs, Pooka cries ♪

♪ You never know what Pooka will do ♪

♪ Pooka see, Pooka do ♪

♪ Pooka me, Pooka you ♪

♪ You never know what Pooka will do ♪

♪ Pooka loves, Pooka fights ♪

♪ Pooka laughs, Pooka cries ♪

♪ You never know what Pooka will... ♪

Pooka!

Mom, Pooka's here!

♪ Pooka see, Pooka do ♪

♪ Pooka me, Pooka you ♪

♪ You never know what Pooka will do ♪

♪ Pooka loves, Pooka fights ♪

♪ Pooka laughs, Pooka cries ♪

♪ You never know what Pooka... ♪

Can you believe he's here at my house?

Pretty awesome.

Right?

Yeah, it's okay, I guess.

Have you... have you gotten to talk to him?

He's for little kids, what's the big deal?

Your dad isn't here.

What's that supposed to mean?

Just... everybody knows about your dad.

Help...

Yeah, I don't know.

I really don't understand what happened.

No.

He's not saying much either.

You okay, buddy?

I'm sorry I wasn't able to make it today.

It's okay.

I'm used to it.

Can you tell me what happened?

Wilson.

I saw what he did.

I'm pretty sure I know who he is.

I was really scared.

They're livid.

I should have been there.

- I wish you had been. - I'm sorry...

that it went so wrong.

- We both wanted the party to be special for Ty. - Who was that guy?

- What? - That guy in the costume?

I just don't understand how someone like that

- could be around kids. - Are you blaming me?

No, I just don't understand what happened.

That's all.

Wilson, you just seem kind of passive,

and it was really awful,

and I just don't understand, all right?

The kids love that toy.

I just thought that having the character there

interacting with them, that it would be special.

- I get that. - I just wanted to do

something nice for Ty.

How was I supposed to know

something like that would happen?

- That's not what I meant. - I just wanted to do

something nice for you and Ty!

That's all I want.

Where is it?

Where is what?

The tree.

- What tree? - Christ, Melanie!

If you didn't like the goddamned tree,

you could have just told me.

Don't talk to me like that!

- What has gotten into you? - I feel like...

like it's about trust, I feel like

you don't trust me.

You don't tell me the truth.

What don't I tell you the truth about?

Everything!

About the tree, Ty's dad...

What does he have to do with any of this?

Is he still in the picture?

Well, he's Ty's dad, he's not in the picture

but he's in the picture.

That's the way it works, it's not that simple.

Right, everybody knows about Ty's dad.

Everybody knows about him but me!

You need to leave now.

I'm...

- I'm... - Don't touch me.

Leave.

Now.

♪ Pooka see, Pooka do ♪

♪ Pooka me, Pooka you ♪

♪ You never know what Pooka will do ♪

The hottest toy of the season

has turned into its biggest disappointment.

Countless malfunctioning Pookas

have been returned throughout Los Angeles,

with parents complaining that the popular

"Naughty or Nice" toys are suddenly broken,

all of them saying nothing but

one bizarre prerecorded phrase.

Look at all the pretty lights,

Look at all the pretty lights.

Sir, how do you feel about Pooka?

It was a total rip-off.

All day, all night,

it just kept saying the same thing over and over.

Yeah, I... I got my money back,

but where's my time? This is bullshit!

- Yeah! - This is bullshit!

Where is my time?

We want our money back!

Hey, man!

Thanks for bringing this by, appreciate it.

You don't look so good, man, what's going on?

I need to talk to you.

Listen, I think corporate has got it wrong

and we just need to keep going.

What are you talking about, man?

There's been a recall, the PR's terrible.

There's no coming back from that.

You can't just let a few fucking incidents ruin everything!

It's more than a few incidents, Wilson.

The toys are busted.

Nobody wants to buy them anymore.

In fact, I'm glad you brought this,

'cause I gotta take it back.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What's going on, man?

Hey!

This doesn't belong to you.

It's done!

Hey, man.

Take some time for yourself.

Get out of town or something.

Go live life.

Go have some beers with your bros.

I need to be inside it.

You gotta get a grip.

It's okay for this to be over, man!

Wilson!

Leave me alone, just go away!

Mel, please, I need to explain!

Mel?

Mel?

Mel?

I need to talk to you.

Hello, love.

Jesus Christ. Red.

I'm sorry, love.

You're too late.

It's time for you to go.

Hi, it's Melanie, leave a message.

Hi, Melanie, it's me, Wilson.

Please listen to this.

I miss you, and, uh...

and I understand, um,

I owe you an apology.

A real one, and, um...

I understand why you pushed me away

and why you were scared.

But I want you to know that things

are gonna be different now.

I was confused.

But I want to start over.

And I want us to be a family.

I'm worried about you, and, um...

I am ready to be a better man.

Hi.

Melanie, it's me, Wilson.

Please listen to this.

I miss you and, uh...

and I understand, um, I owe you an apology.

Dude, watch where you're going, buddy.

And I want you to know that things

are gonna be different now.

What is your problem, man?

Huh?

What's your problem, man, huh?

I was confused.

Uh, I wanna start over.

I want us to be... a family.

I'm worried about you and, um,

I am ready to be a better man.

You need help, man.

Oh!

Hey... hey, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Let's go. WILSON: No, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

No, that's me!

That's me!

Holy shit.

Wilson.

What happened?

What did you do?

They took it, man.

They took it!

They took what?

My head!

Jesus Christ, do something.

I can't feel Pooka.

Wilson?

Buddy?

There is no Pooka.

It's an invention to sell toys.

It's you in a costume.

It's just you.

It's always been just you.

No!

No, no!

Stop!

No, no!

We see it a lot this time of year,

to be honest.

Was there a...

was there a struggle?

The only struggle was with the bottle

and five floors.

You need to find who did this to her.

Pretty sure I'm looking at that person right now.

No, you're wrong.

I know exactly who you are!

No...

no, not them!

Not them!

Oh, fuck!

- Hello? - Hello, Ty?

Ty, are you okay?

We're going to the tree lot.

We need to get a new tree.

Ty, Ty, listen to me.

Something is coming for you, okay?

You're in danger, all right?

Listen to me.

Ty?

Melanie?

Ty?

You are not going to hurt anyone anymore!

You are not going to hurt anyone anymore!

You are not going to hurt anyone anymore.

Mel?

Mel, it's me, Wilson.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry for how I acted before,

but it's all gonna be different now,

everything's gonna be okay now,

everything's changed.

I've changed.

Mel?

We're sorry, you have reached a number

that has been disconnected

or is no longer in service.

If you feel you have reached this recording in error,

please check the number

and try your call again.

Melanie?

Ty?

Melanie?

Ty!

Go to your room.

I don't want to do this.

Melanie, I just want to discuss...

You don't want to discuss it.

You want to convince me that you're not a liar.

So before I lose my shit, get out of my house.

It's my house too!

Yell as much as you want.

- But you blaming me is bullshit. - Do you know what it's like

to constantly be called a liar?

Do you know how that feels?

Do you know what it's like?

Do you know how stupid that makes me feel?

Do you even fucking care?

Fuck! Don't...

don't fucking turn your back on me!

Dammit!

Ty.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Buddy, this...

this was an accident.

Okay?

But don't worry, we're gonna get a new one.

All right?

I'm...

I'm so sorry.

We'll get a new one right away, okay?

It'll be the best one ever, I promise.

The lot will still be open.

You know, we can just head down and get...

and get a new one

together, okay?

No.

Don't listen to him.

It's not okay. He's lying.

He just wants to make himself feel better.

It'll be special.

Sweetie, go get your jacket.

This is the last time, Wilson.

It's over.

Yeah, okay.

- Hello? - Hello, Ty? Ty, are you okay?

We're going to the tree lot.

We need to get a new tree.

Ty, Ty, listen to me.

Something is coming for you, okay?

You're in danger, all right?

- Listen to me. - Come on.

Stay with me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

Slow down, Wilson.

Gotta get there on time.

Right, Ty?

Want to get the best tree they have.

Look, Ty.

Look at all the pretty lights.

Melanie?

Ty?

All right, we got you, we got you.

All right, buddy.

Stay with me, buddy.

Stay with me.

Just relax.

All right, all right, all right.

Look at all the pretty lights.

Just relax.

Look at all the pretty lights.

Just relax.

Look at all the pretty lights.

Look at all the pretty lights.

Look at all the pretty lights.

Look at all the pretty lights.

Look at all the pretty lights.

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