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-Okay. Walk with me on this.

Gary Wilson bought what is effectively

a rotting house.

According to insiders, there's a rumor

that Allison Grant's parents killed her

and buried her in the basement.

When I confronted Gary,

he said that his house had good bones.

Who says that?

If Gary bought this house because he's a murder enthusiast

obsessed with the promise of a dead girl's bones

or he murdered Allison Grant 20 years ago.

Naveen: Why the fuck do you still have her phone?

Get rid of it.

-Can I take a look at those Hinkley Hills Heralds

we were talking about from March 2005?

-No, I'm sorry. They're still not back.

-There's fire. Follow my lead.

-What are you doing? Gary: I'm simply enjoying

a bonfire on my property

which you can't seem to stay off of.

-That motherfu--

-Be a good girl, Darla.

Lynn: I swear to God.

You have just taken your last dump on my lawn, Darla.

Agnes: Darla!

-Wow. -She's trying.

Robert: She is stunning.

Look how good your genes are, Miles.

-Oh, you got a little--

Wait a minute. Lips is popping.

Lynn: Auntie Lynn is here.

-Thank you. Lynn: Oh, wow.

Oh, your first post-baby date.

You deserve this.

-We really do. -Did you take a look

at the PDF that, uh, Roy and I spent hours making for you?

-All 12 pages... Samira: Okay.

...including the emergency numbers

in case I forget 911.

-Well, see? That's why we put it there.

-But we won't need that, will we, Miles?

No. And our first really nice time

is going to be a diaper change.

Yes.

-Hey, she's got this.

Come on. -Yeah.

-All right. Keys, phone, wife?

-Let's go. Let's go.

- Did I mention how gorgeous you look?

-Oh.

-Oh. Um, you had a little breast milk.

-I get these titties all dressed up

and this is how they betray me. Ugh.

-Do you wanna go get changed? We got time.

We have a 50-minute grace period.

Samira: We can't go now.

Do you know how long it took me to get dressed?

-Uh, this feels like a trick.

-It is. Watch your mouth.

I was so looking forward to this.

Now I'm just gonna smell spoiled.

-Hey, it's fine, honestly.

Giordano's Italian can wait.

I mean, if you wanted, we can just send Lynn home,

get out of these clothes and put on some Shark Tank.

-You've got yourself a deal.

-Good. Because my business is cannibal.

-What are you doing down there?

Good bones...

I told you the real purpose for Gary's bonfire,

didn't I? Lynn: Yes.

But why would Gary Wilson be burning library books?

-No, no, not library books.

Newspapers he checked out from the library

with an article about Allison Grant.

And last night while walking with Miles,

I saw Darla in front of Gary's house

with a bone.

Huge bone. A human-sized bone, okay?

And remember the rumor about Allison Grant's parents

burying her in the basement?

That's not a coincidence.

-What-- What does Rob think of all this?

-I haven't told him.

He wants me to drop the Gary stuff,

but I know there's something up.

I mean, you saw the way he got pissed at Agnes

when she mentioned an inspector, okay?

He's hiding something in there.

-Samira, I know what it's like.

You're a new mom.

Our hormones have evolved

to keep us in a hyper vigilant state.

And of course you want to keep your baby safe.

I think that you--

Little bitch!

Oh, if you dig out my azaleas, I swear to God!

Get out of here, you filthy, filthy mutt!

And don't come back with your filthy poop

all over my flowers.

Lynn: The next time I see you, I'm calling animal control.

-Hi. Robert: Hey.

I don't wanna rush her. I just feel like

it would be good for her to get out of the house.

Yeah, but I can't believe the GeoBros

was your first offer.

What are you gonna suggest next? Chuck E. Cheese?

Dude, you gotta try Drinkley's.

It's where, uh-- It's where Hank's used to be.

-Uh-huh. -But they got

the best fucking flatbreads.

-Oh, I fucking love flatbreads. -I know.

-We used to be out all the time.

We used to be fun. I wanna be fun together again.

Oh, my God. -What?

-What the fuck?

Oh, my God. I'm weird.

-You almost ate shit.

-No, I didn't.

-Nice ride, dude.

-It's a quick trike and it goes really fast.

You wanna give it a spin, Robert?

-Oh. Uh, I'm good. Thanks.

I didn't pack my Lycra. And you can call me Rob.

-Hmm. Interesting.

But Robert is your government-issued name, no?

Given to you by your parents, Beverly and Donovan Fisher?

-Uh, yes, that is my government-given name,

but no one's called me that since high school,

so just Rob now.

-An adult nickname.

That's quaint. -What's happening?

-Yeah, dude. Do you wanna explain yourself?

-Hmm. No, thank you.

Good day.

It goes fast forward,

but backwards, it's--

it's slower.

Robert: Oh, God.

-Ow. -Uh, you need--

-No.

-Gentlemen.

-Well, this has been one of the weirdest

20 seconds of my life. -Yeah.

-What was that about?

-Nothing. Just a friendly and productive conversation

between my fellow neighbors.

Nothing more, nothing less.

-You never use that many syllables

unless you're up to something. Spill it.

-I can either confirm nor deny.

-Come on, you can trust me.

-How's that knee feeling?

-My knee?

-Yeah. The other night in the woods

you were having trouble with your knee.

-Yeah?

-And now you're out on a brisk walk.

I guess it's feeling better.

-Yeah. It's a chronic knee problem.

It comes and goes.

-Is that something you'd maybe wanna talk over

with a trained professional or a very observant friend?

-No.

-Hmm. I see.

Have a good day.

Agnes: Darla! Darla?

-Then Kendrick comes back mere hours later

with a new song.

Then the next day,

released another song

and that immediately and definitely

crowned him the de facto victor.

And so that's why you don't get into a rap feud

with a Pulitzer Prize winner, you know what I'm saying?

It don't make no sense.

Darla? Darla?

Darla? Darla? Darla!

Darla! She's gone!

She's gone!

Darla!

Darla!

Agnes: Darla!

-Oh, hello, Danny.

-Hiya, Lynn. Sorry to bother.

We're just following up on a call

from a concerned neighbor.

-Unhand my dog,

you sniveling coward!

-You mean, your mother-in-law?

-I'm afraid that's confidential.

-Agnes, how can you possibly think

I did something to your beloved hellhound?

-Ugh. You see? You see the vitriol?

Danny: Look. We both know

you didn't really do anything with the dog.

I mean, this is-- This is crazy town USA, all right?

Totally. So, if you can just let me inside,

have a quick look around,

we can both get back to playing Call of Duty.

Sound good? -No!

-I knew it. Guilty! She's guilty!

-Lynn, come on.

Lynn: No!

-What do you mean no? -You can't.

-Why?

Did you kill the dog?

-No.

But I know my rights.

And you need a warrant.

- Don't be such a narc.

Agnes: We'll be back with a warrant tomorrow.

We are gonna nail your saggy little bottom.

Isn't that right, Daniel?

-Yes, mother.

Hey, Siri, how do you get a warrant?

Like, obviously I know how

but can you tell me anyway for fun? As a bit.

-Darla. -Darla.

-Goddamn it, Darla.

-You're gonna have to be louder than that.

Darla!

-The best money can buy.

Only a dog's ears can hear.

-I'll bet Agnes faked this whole thing

just to get me sanctioned or repatriated or some other BS.

-Seriously, Lynn,

what-- what-- what is it with you two and the drama?

Lynn: She's jealous of me. -Uh-huh.

Lynn: Always has been.

Marty and I used to have

the best parties on the block.

Agnes, being a joyless harridan

used to love shutting us down.

She blocked me from being in the HOA

out of jealous spite.

That woman will never cease to bend a bylaw

to her own twisted liking.

In fact, if her dog is really missing,

and that is a very big "if," it's her fault.

Why hasn't Darla ever been written up

for running around without a leash?

-HOA rule 14, section 12.

-It is in the statutes.

Hey, guys. Evidence spotted!

Oh.

-Um, Dusty As Fuck?

-Darla Agnes Festersen. -Hmm.

-No, don't touch it. Lynn: Oh.

Dana: It's right on your property line.

You might as well get caught red-handed.

Lynn: You know, there could be a simple explanation.

Darla ran into the woods, picked a fight

with a posse of raccoons, and is halfway to heaven.

RIP. Good riddance.

Tod: It's a gaze.

They're called a gaze of raccoons.

-You know, it's also on Gary's property line.

What if he took the dog?

Okay. I'm gonna go ahead and say it.

I saw Darla sniffing around these doors multiple times.

What if he took Darla?

Agnes threatened him with the inspector,

and we already know how he feels about people

looking around his house. Case in point.

What if this is his revenge on her?

Tod: Hmm.

-What if Darla is in his house right now?

-Well, if she is,

we have to go in there and clear my good name.

-Yes.

-And save Darla.

-If she's not dead yet. She's probably dead.

-Why would you say something like that, Tod?

She is not dead, okay?

And we're gonna do something now.

-That's right. -Because no dog dies

on my watch. Samira: Yeah.

-That is a lesbian oath. We gotta go. Now.

-Maybe we should, um--

Maybe we should invite ourselves over

for a neighborly visit, right?

Charm ourselves inside and see if we can find Darla?

-Yes. Tonight, we could go in

with that belated house warming gift as cover.

-Mm-hmm. -And I have several bottles

of room-temperature mediocre chardonnay

that I am happy to regift.

-Really?

-You had to know some time.

Tod: No, I like this plan.

Very Greek.

-Hey, my love.

-Hey, honey.

-Daddy's home.

I'm ready for take two on date night.

Hey, little man.

-Daddy's gonna get white girl wasted

on one voddie tea.

-I'm sorry, babe, I can't.

-Oh. Um--

-I'm just so tired, you know.

I mean, all day with Miles.

I'm barely standing up now.

-No, I understand.

-But you should go out, do something,

see what Naveen's up to? -No, no.

-Yes, yes. -I'll stay here with you two.

-Come on, babe. I know how much you've been dying to get out.

-Yeah, I do. Ironed my best shirt.

I'm not wasting my Farmagan on Naveen.

-You've been amazing and you deserve to

go and have some fun.

-I guess I could go for like one tiny little--

-Yes!

-I'm not sure if Naveen is even gonna be--

Oh, no. Naveen is free.

-Ooh. I swear that guy's in our walls or something.

Well, go. Have a good time.

I mean it. -Okay.

Daddy's gonna go get lit! I won't.

I'll just have one glass of wine and then fall asleep.

Lynn: This could backfire.

-Yeah, but I wanna do this for you.

-And Darla.

See you soon. -Be careful.

-Hello?

Anyone home?

-He's not home.

-Why would he leave his door open if he's not home?

-Maybe we can check for him in the back or the basement.

-Or maybe he's washing his body.

-Like taking a shower?

-Yeah, whatever you...

-Why don't we pop in and find out?

-You can't just break in, Samira!

-From a legal standpoint, we're not breaking in, okay?

We're walking into an unlocked house.

-Yeah, but is that legal?

-It's not a felony.

We have wine. -Mm-hmm.

Samira: We'll announce ourselves.

-Think about Darla.

-Let's go then.

Samira: Hello?

Gary, it's your neighbors.

-It's your friendly neighbors...

announcing ourselves.

-And we wanted to apologize

for, um, our recent in--

-Intrusive behavior. Not cool.

-We also brought you four bottles of the same wine.

-Shit!

Tod: Probably just the draft.

-This place gives me the heebie-jeebies.

Tod: I mean, it's-- it's all the same.

-What do you mean?

-The furniture.

It's all the same staging furniture

from the open house.

Gary didn't change one thing.

-That's so odd.

-If Tod says it's odd,

what do you think it means? Tod: I think it means

he's not planning on staying very long.

Samira: And maybe that's the door to the basement.

Samira: Come on. Darla could be this way.

Dana: Darla? Here, girl.

Yep. I just peed a little.

-He's here.

Dana: Psst.

Let's look for Darla elsewhere.

-Thank you.

Robert: Thank you.

Wow.

This place is unrecognizable.

Too bad my house didn't get the floors it used to be.

-Mm-hmm. -And that pinball machine

that they had over there in the corner.

-Yeah, remember that thing gave me a staph infection?

Dude, never forget.

-RIP Hank's, man. -Mm-hmm.

-That place had a certain unsanitary charm.

This is, dare I say, kind of hip.

-Right? I mean, it sort of has that jubilant

and slightly horny energy like a local bar

on the night before Thanksgiving.

-Hmm. -Oh, yo, check it.

Glad that guy survived the regime change.

You know he worked for Hank for a few years?

-Oh, yeah. -Afrobeats in Hinkley Hills?

Come on, man.

I wonder if they'd let me do a DJ residency.

-You know, maybe this place has genuinely changed.

Danny: Naveen the Peen.

-Spoke too soon.

-Oh, good old Benedict Cumberbitch.

-Ah, still a classic.

-You two lovebirds on a date, huh?

And that cute little shirt. Hmm, it's cute.

-That's kind of homophobic, dude.

-Oh, come on. Don't be such a snowflake.

Mind if I join you? -It's a two-top, so...

-Yeah, Naveen has a staph infection.

Pull up a pew.

-I freaking love this place, huh.

It's my home away from home.

Don't get me wrong, I love being with the fam,

but, uh, as men, we gotta be let off the leash,

you know? Biologically wired to wander.

That's just science.

-Did you learn that from a podcast?

-Yeah.

So, Barbarella, how's dad life treating ya?

-Yeah. You know, it's, um-- it's a bit of a learning curve

but we're figuring it out. -I hear you.

Those first few months after Ainsley was born...

...Lauren started secretly burning our mail.

All of it.

She thought it was being laced with Anthrax.

-What? Really? -Yeah, lost a lot

of good Sports Illustrated that year.

But hey, that's postpartum for you.

Shit is real.

-Yeah. I mean, it-- it is.

You know, sometimes I wish I could just

crawl inside my wife's head.

That way I might know what she needed from me.

Danny: Aww.

Don't feel bad. It's not your fault.

Women are complex, beautiful creatures,

evolutionarily designed for resilience, okay?

Most men can't even begin to comprehend

what childbirth does to a woman.

-Yeah, that's, um-- Wow.

-Which is why you gotta lay down the law,

make 'em listen to reason. Otherwise, those crazy bitches,

they're never gonna stop burning the mail.

You feel me? -I like that less.

-Almost had us in the first half.

-All right. I got the next round.

What do you two ladies want?

Froses?

-Good stuff. -Roasted!

-I feel like I've been emotionally wedgied.

Samira: Let's go check upstairs. Tod: What?

No. I think we should fuck the fuck off.

-I-- I'm with Tod. Fuck the fuck off. Come on.

-We're already here. Let's go check for Darla.

-You guys...

-Darla is not here, okay?

We-- We made a valiant try but we need to get out of here.

-Who are you? Why are you in my house?

-Who are we? Who are you?

-Betsy.

Betsy Wilson, Gary's wife.

-Wife? He has a wife?

-We are so sorry. This is a misunderstanding.

We-- We're your neighbors.

-Hello-- Hello, neighbor.

-Hi. I'm Samira.

-Dana. Dana Richards.

-Tod-- Tod Mann. One D, two Ns.

-We wanted to bring, um, a gift by to welcome Gary--

Well, you both to the neighborhood. Um--

-The door-- The front-- front-- front door was unlocked.

It's not-- It's not a crime. Dana: Yeah.

But it is a security breach and concerning.

-That's right. So we knew we needed to come in

and make sure that you were safe.

- You said you brought a-- a gift?

-Yes. We brought a bouquet of wine.

-Yes. Dana: For us to all share

together as... neighbors in fellowship.

-Get ready for the puns. -We'll have a chardy party,

if you will.

-Join us. It's Chablis a grape time.

Dana: We were gonna bring red,

but we were like maybe pinot, pi-not.

Pi-- We're working on that one.

-After you.

-After us.

You know, we--

we had no idea that Gary was married,

'cause, you know, we haven't seen you around.

-Are you married?

-Oh, yes, very happily married

to my wife Julia.

-Haven't seen her around much either.

-Well, she's been away.

-Cute picture. Is that your family?

-It came with the frame.

-Hmm.

So how did you and Gary meet?

-Online.

-Okay.

Been together a while?

-We're newlyweds. -Oh. Yeah,

just like me and my husband. We've been married

for eight months. City hall wedding.

We also have a 10-week-old. You do the math.

That's our story. What about you?

-I'm not pregnant, if that's what you're asking.

-Same here.

You do the math and the science.

It's not gonna happen.

Unless I pay to do it in a--

Or informally with a friend.

-Just stop, stop.

-Whoa. The wine just hit me there.

-Oh.

You actually have anything to eat?

I might need something to soak up the alcohol

before I stumble on home.

-You want a snack?

-Snacks. We love snacks.

-Let me see what I can whip up.

Dana: Thank you, Betsy. Samira: Yes.

-I hope she makes burgers.

Shh. Don't tell anyone.

There you go.

Hmm.

What do we have here, Mr. Miles?

Should we see what Don's investment portfolio is, hmm?

Oh. What's this?

2005?

"Robert chose a proclivity towards violence.

Prone to outbursts and antisocial behavior.

It's clear he doesn't have many friends.

The patient's most overwhelming emotion is rage."

Rob? Our Rob?

Naveen: I mean, is it gauche to ask

for a promotion in this climate?

Megan's parents paid for the house

but it's still gonna be hard to live the Brie

and Jamon Iberico lifestyle

that I'm accustomed to on one salary.

-Hey, don't look now,

but I think you got a little admirer over there

that is giving you some serious pupil action.

-What time?

-10 o'clock.

Subtle.

That is not subtle.

-She's not looking at me, dude.

-Yes, she is. -No. She's not.

-Hey, can you stop being such a wet flannel?

I know the split's new

but this could be a good opportunity for you--

oh, my gosh, she's coming over. Okay. Act cool.

Do not talk about your DJing.

-Hi. Naveen: Dance hall,

R&B, uh, hip-hop, stuff like that.

Uh, uh, uh, uh-- I DJ.

Oh, sorry. Hi. Uh, what up?

-I'm so sorry to interrupt.

Um, we actually signed up for next game.

-Oh. Oh, shoot. We totally stole your spot.

-No, no, no, no. No rush. No rush.

I just wanted to let you know that we're next.

And, um, I'm actually down to play whoever wins.

-Good thing my middle name is Winner.

Uh, I was hoping for that.

I'm-- I'm Kate.

And-- Oh, sorry, what's your first name?

-Naveen. Um, you know what?

Let me clean this up and, uh,

buy you a drink and we can get a game going?

-Yeah. -Yeah?

Kate: Yeah. -Yeah. Okay. All right.

-I think that is my cue to leave you to it.

-Maybe it is. -You got this.

-Oh. -Oh. Quite the presentation.

Dana: Fancy.

-Sardine.

Are you still hungry?

Because if not,

I should probably-- -Yes.

Starving.

Right, guys? Aren't you?

-Not me.

-I'm trying to cut back.

-On what?

-Well, that's fine, because I love it.

It's great for breastfeeding, you know,

oily fish with all the omegas.

Oh, slippery little sucker.

Hmm, yum, yum, yum, yum.

Hmm, the little baby body.

Crunchy.

Creme de la creme.

-Eh, shit, I'll give it a try.

Samira: Whoa.

My hands are so oily.

Don't you hate when that happens?

Dana, you wanna come to the bathroom with me

while I wash my hands?

I might need an extra set of hands.

-Yes, I would be glad to.

And that way, I'll know where the bathroom is

in case I have to go to the bathroom,

which I will because I have a tiny bladder.

Betsy: It's at the top of the stairs.

-Great.

Tod: Hmm.

Kinda just slides right down.

Samira: Let's try the basement.

Dana: Are you sure it's this way?

Samira: No.

-Oh. Uh, dust in my throat.

-You know, I should probably go check on your friends.

-You know, the paint in the library

is an interesting hue.

Is that pink or is it tea rose or...

-I'd say it's more of a flesh.

-The basement.

Dana: Darla?

After you.

Yeah.

Darla?

Darla?

Here, girl.

Darla.

-Oh, my goodness.

She's really in there.

Dana: Darla?

What are you talking about?

-It's the grave...

of Allison Grant.

Samira: Quick. We don't have a lot of time.

-Samira, what is going on?

-Remember when I told you Allison Grant's parents

killed her and buried her in the basement?

-Well, allegedly I thought, but yes.

Wait.

What about Darla?

Did you bring us here under false pretenses?

-We're still looking for Darla and Allison,

who I think Darla partially found

because I saw her the other night with a bone

that she got from Gary's trash can.

-Do you mean that Gary might have killed that girl?

-Maybe. -And then he killed Darla

because she knew too much? She didn't ask for that.

She just went and shit in someone's yard.

-He did say the house had good bones.

Dana: Another meaning of the real estator.

That bastard bought this house as a trophy

so he could bask in his terrible crime.

-Exactly. And destroy the evidence,

anything he can get his hands on,

anything he can disinter.

-Why didn't you tell us about any of this?

-I didn't want you to think I'm crazy.

I need to prove it to myself.

I need to know I'm not losing my mind.

You believe me, don't you, Dana?

-What do you think?

-Proper form, soft elbows, bent knees.

20 years of topsoil and annual moisture.

The remains are likely skeletal

and they're probably in pieces, so investigate all solid things.

Let's go.

-So you chose not to add any new decor

or personal touches to-- to your home?

-Oh. Well, we-- we thought we'd finish,

um, fixing up the place.

-Well, you're gonna need permits here,

you know, historical landmark and what have you.

Why don't you go outside?

-I'm allergic to the sun.

Robert: Hey. - Oh. Jesus.

Rob. You startled me.

-Where's Samira?

-I think I hit something.

-A bone? -It's hard...

and wet.

-What?

-Shit.

It's a pipe.

Tod: I like the wallpaper.

Do you see all the eyes,

all the eyes on the wall looking back at us?

-I've always seen the eyes. -Hmm.

I often think I'm the only one who--

who sees the things I see.

-How do you mean? -Hmm.

You know, a detail

but here we are, seeing the same thing.

-She had to run errands.

-What? Now? It's nearly 10 o'clock.

-You're not angry, are you?

-Oh. Hi.

Samira: Damn, damn, damn! Dana: What are we gonna do?

Maybe we, uh, put a bunch of dirt on top

and see if it'll soak it all up? -It's worth a try.

Let's do it.

Oh, hi.

-Okay. Good night.

-She'll be back any minute.

I-- I-- I know it. -What the hell?

Lynn: Um...

I just want you to know

that we all think of you

as a very kind, gentle, even-keeled person.

Robert: Right, yeah. Okay. Good night, Lynn.

-Well, thanks for stopping by, neighbors.

Let's not do this again soon.

And I'll send you a bill for the pipe.

-Darla, my sweet baby!

-He saved the dog!

Agnes: Come here, baby. Oh, you, baby girl.

Oh, my baby, you're home.

Here's your favorite bone.

Gray: She was just wandering Ashfield Crest.

-Thank you so much. Oh! Oh, my hero!

You brought me my baby.

Oh, thank you. Come on, baby girl.

Come on.

Come on.

-Great. Now he's a hero.

-A dog saved is a dog saved.

I-- I sense this somehow peeves you.

-I guess you're off the hook now.

-I guess I am.

-Hey, I learned that I like sardines,

so, you know, win-win.

Dana: I'm gonna go soak my blisters.

Tod, come help me.

-Coming.

-Oh, thanks for the wine!

Robert: I mean, put aside the fact that you lied to me

about going out tonight,

you broke into the house of the guy.

-There was no breaking, just entering.

-Yeah, okay. Of a guy

who has already called the cops on you

and then you start vandalizing his property.

Why were you even in there? -I was looking for Agnes's dog.

-Agnes can look after her own dog.

For God's sakes, Samira.

This was so reckless and dangerous and illegal.

He could've called the cops on you again.

You could've been hurt.

-But I'm okay. And he didn't.

I also feel like you're glossing over

this whole secret wife thing.

He has a woman stashed in his house like a doll.

-She's not the one breaking into people's houses

and ripping up their basements. -You don't understand.

-No, I-- I don't.

So help me. Please, help me to understand.

Samira: Okay.

Maybe it's not about the dog. -What then?

-I know--

I know something's wrong.

That guy is up to something and I need you to believe me.

-What do you think he's up to?

-He's digging up Allison Grant's bones.

-Samira, I've told you that is just a rumor.

-Do you know what he was burning in that bonfire the other night?

-Yeah, I don't. Logs. -Newspapers.

-Yeah, as kindling. That's how people start fires.

-Newspapers from 2005, Rob.

Newspapers about her, about Allison Grant.

-What? Why didn't you tell me this?

-I was trying to find information online

and I couldn't.

And-- And I started digging.

He was burning evidence about her death.

You-- You have to know that there is--

-Enough! Okay? It was 20 years ago.

Her body isn't down there.

So just drop it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm-- I'm just tired.

I'm sorry.

Samira, I'm sorry. -It's okay.

Consider it dropped.

-So she thought the dead girl's bones were down there?

-I mean, I get the instinct.

The vibes radiating off of Gary, I don't like him.

He's a kind of person that you wanna hold your breath

when he walks by.

And if he called the cops on me,

oh, man, I would hold that grudge

until the end of time.

Don't get me started on

the night gown lady in the house either.

-In a way, she kind of reminds me of you.

-What do you mean?

-Well, just in that she can't leave the house

and you don't leave the cul-de-sac.

-Of course I leave the cul-de-sac.

Tod: No, you don't. I-- I would see it.

I mean, I-- I see everything.

-It's just I--

I like having clear boundaries set.

No surprises. I know what to expect.

And then, I don't worry, okay?

Tod: Agoraphobia is kind of at odds

with your rambunctious

live, laugh, love personality, no?

-Yeah, well, people are complicated.

For example, I wouldn't guess that adult Charlie Brown

would be deeply into avant-garde Japanese workwear,

but we all contain multitudes, don't we?

Okay. Showed you mine, you gotta show me yours.

-Show you my what?

-Your big secret from yesterday.

Come on. Tod: Well,

I found a police report.

-And?

-Let's just say it's not Gary

that we need to be worried about.

It's Rob.

-Where'd you go?

Robert: Just grabbing some water.