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Robert: Yeah, your wife.

Sorry, I forgot her name. -Betsy.

Lynn: How did Samira figure out

that Betsy is Alison Grant?

Samira: What is that? -The Alison sardines.

-Sardines? Naveen: She's alive, man.

She's back.

For the boys.

Samira: Rob thinks she's been brainwashed.

Robert: Classic Stockholm syndrome, isn't it?

Gary abducts Alison and takes her somewhere far away,

very easy for him to make himself her entire world.

Gary: Remember, you weren't here.

Robert: Does anyone ever really know their neighbors?

Langston: I've been watching you two freaks

from the window.

And whatever the hell you're up to, I wanna be in.

Samira: What were you and that barback arguing about?

'Cause that guy hasn't stumbled in over here since you sat down.

What happened to Hank? -Hank was my brother.

He's about as much in Hawaii as Elvis

is running a gas station in Pittsburgh.

-I did not run away. I was kidnapped.

-If you got freed, why are you here?

Alison: I have to show you something.

-Wait. Hold on. Gary is a good guy?

-Hey! Hey, hey! You want a piece of this, huh?

Tough guy, do you? -Hey. You don't wanna do this.

-The asshole tried to grab my wallet.

-He's pissed drunk. He doesn't know what he's doing.

-Hey, Al. -You cut off.

-Yeah. -Hey, you drunk piece of shit.

-Hey.

Can you get this idiot out of here?

-What? -I've been taking a break.

-Okay. Let's go.

-Okay.

-Yes, Hank.

Yeah. Hey, hey, listen, listen, listen, listen, Mr. Spencer.

I don't know how many times I gotta tell you this.

I don't care how much money you got.

I'm not sellin'.

Oh, yeah. A big mistake, huh? Okay. Sure, sure.

Hey, go fuck yourself.

Alison: Gary said he'd be right home.

Are you sure you didn't see him leave the bar?

-No. I'm pretty sure he was actively trying

to get away from us. -Okay.

Well, it still says delivered, not read.

-Maybe he's found out. Samira: Yeah.

Alison, we were just with him.

I'm sure he's on his way back home.

Is there anywhere else he might have stopped?

Any other surprising hobbies besides Pilates?

Does he cycle or clay?

I don't know why guys love that, especially Rob.

-Guilty. Alison: His pin shows him

near Highland off Winter. What's over there?

-Not much. It's kinda on the edge of town.

-Okay. Well, it hasn't refreshed in half an hour.

So, that means -Either Gary's posted up,

chilling or... -Something happened.

What if somebody took him?

Gary's been poking around, asking questions.

Whoever it is could know that he's onto them.

We need to find him and bring him, okay?

-Okay. Naveen and I will go.

You can send us the location of Gary's phone?

Alison: Yeah.

-Do you want me to stay?

Robert: Alison, we got you, okay?

I'm coming. Calm down.

Dana: I know that it's easy to jump to conclusions,

but this is Lynn we're talking about.

She's a loving friend. She's a caring hostess.

She's an appreciator of buttery California wines

and organizes caroling at Christmas.

-Also a murderer

who keeps her dead husband's corpse in her fridge.

-Can't you hear what I'm saying?

I'm saying she definitely has

some sort of reasonable explanation for this.

Okay. Here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna talk to her.

Open, honest, straight talk.

She has the right to explain herself.

-Yeah. You're right. Innocent until proven guilty.

-Yeah. That's right. The rule of law still applies.

-Fuckin' yeah, it does.

-Judy the librarian is one of your suspects?

- You think I'm crazy?

-Did that word come out of my mouth?

I'm just trying to understand how you and Hank are connected.

I mean, they're 20 years apart, very different circumstances.

-Okay.

Look at the runaway note my parents were sent.

-"Dear Mom and Dad, I can't stand it here any longer.

I've run away from Hinkley Hills

to make my dreams of being a dancer come true.

Don't try to find me.

As ever, Alison."

-I mean, I definitely felt those things,

but I did not write that.

This is the letter Gary got from his brother, Hank.

"Dear Gary, greetings from Maui.

I finally retired at the place of my dreams.

Like they say in show business, don't call me.

I'll call you. As ever, Hank."

Samira: As ever? Alison: Yeah.

Does that sound like a guy who spent years cleaning up piss

and puke from the floor of a bar?

And we were the only ones who went missing.

Okay. There was the social studies teacher

who suddenly sent a letter of resignation,

saying she was gonna become a ski instructor in Switzerland.

There was a guy who sold handbags

out of the trunk of his car.

One day, he left a suicide note.

But he's a really happy guy.

And then they found his car

over by the river, handbags and all.

-Okay. The safest town in America

has a lot of people desperate to leave.

-Yeah. Now you're getting it. -But why?

- You know, I begged Gary to lie low.

I said, "Don't attract attention,"

but he kept going to the bar.

He took too many chances.

Samira, whoever is behind this,

we can't let them get away with it.

They might do it again.

-But you say the family of the other people

wouldn't give you any answers,

but is there someone else who might have some answers?

Where would you start?

-I guess in my own front yard.

-Wait, wait. Is, is somebody in there?

-My brother.

- Okay. Um, nobody else can know I'm here.

-It's fine. I trust Langston with my life and my baby.

- Please, Samira.

The more people that know I'm here,

the less safe we all are.

-He's discreet,

unless you're one of his exes.

-Please.

- Just know I'm sending away my kinfolk

and my free child care for you.

Remember that. -Thank you.

-Ooh. Ooh. Agnèz Deréon.

-You did not just use Beyoncé's grandma

as an exclamation?

-The divine mother? Yes, like you.

-Stop. Where is Miles? -Oh, little man's all good.

Lookin' fresh. -Ooh.

-Lil' stash just kicking back in his little bassinet.

I came down to do a little cleanup.

-Ugh. You dream.

-He is living the ideal childhood, you girl.

This place is so wholesome, so calm, so clean.

Girl, you get the trash truck

doing the damn thing on a Sunday.

On a Sunday. -Come on.

-These public works, funded and functionin'.

No notes.

-Yes. Yes. It's wonderful.

-I feel like coming in America,

like the unseasoned folks said they don't wanna go back to,

that never existed, that's exactly how I feel.

-Yeah. That's why I'm really sad to inform you

that you gotta go back to the city.

You ain't pushin' me out the door like this

since you and the basketball captain used to pretend

that he was coming over just to do "homework".

-It's not that I don't want you to stay, you know?

-Hmm. -But I just know

what's gonna happen if you stick around.

You're gonna make me cocktails,

regale me with your misadventures.

-Everything that you're missing. -Exactly.

And it's really hard for me to hear that right now.

-I get it.

You in your boring era, it's okay.

I only came because I was worried about you,

but I am glad that you found your people here, sis.

And they're also weird. And that's okay.

-As weird as you dancing like you were just dancing?

-Girl, that wasn't weird. That was swag.

-Is that how you pull them? -Is it?

-I'm not--I'm not buying it. -It's how I got the last three.

Let me see a little something more.

Come on. -It's how I got the last three.

-Ey! Woo! Woo! -It's how I got the last three.

-I know that's right! -It's how I got the last three.

-What you gonna do? You can hit them with this.

-I can't 'cause I ain't got a booty like you.

-Now, get your butt out of here. -I love you.

-Love you. Langston: And kiss my nephew.

-Thanks.

-Where is it? -There.

-Dude, we are so good at this detective shit.

I feel like Sherlock Holmes.

-I think if anything, I'd be Sherlock Holmes.

-Don't act all right.

We gotta find a way to break into this phone,

you know, get some clues. -Good idea.

We need to be strategic about this.

We're only gonna get three attempts

before we-- -We're locked out.

-What? -Yeah. It's not all ones,

all nines, or my birthday.

-Why would it be your birthday?

-I panicked. -Wait.

Gary's phone is here and he's not?

-That's, that's number one off for Gary Bear.

-Right. We just need to do some retracing.

I saw him last in Drinkley's. -Drinkley's. All right.

You said he was talking to that barback?

-Elementary. -Man, that's enough.

-There's no shame in being Watson.

Naveen: There's a lot of shame in being Watson.

-To Drinkley's.

I'm putting your foot down, Watson.

Naveen: I'm not Watson. Robert: You are so Watson.

Naveen: Who wants to be Watson?

Naveen: Okay. We go in.

We find the barback that was talking to Gary,

and then we interrogate him.

Robert: What? Hey, hey.

We're not doing any interrogating.

-What? Yeah. We corner him,

we wear him down, and we F him. -Okay.

We're not doing any effing.

We just need to calm down, all right?

When Gary went in that gun's went it blazing,

they almost threw him out of the place.

-Okay. So, what do we do? -We wait

until Drinkley's closes,

catch him on the way out.

-Ugh. Can we at least wait inside?

-No. -You know, grab a spritz,

maybe pop a couple chicky tendies?

-You're a grown man.

Please finish your words.

And obviously, we can't go inside

because if we go inside, then we're gonna tip him off.

-Dude, I'm starving. -Fine.

Go to Hinkley Hills, grab yourself a snack.

I'll stay here and start the stake out.

-We're like buddy cops.

Will Smith and Martin Lawrence.

Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker. -I get it.

-I'm Sandra Bullock.

You're Melissa McCarthy.

-What movie is that? -"The Heat", dude.

Female representation in the buddy cop space.

I'm also getting us smoothies. -Okay.

-Ugh. Bill, you are an angel. I really appreciate it.

-Not at all. I know how finicky these old thermostats could be.

-Are you sure it's broken?

-Oh. Would you look at that? You have a miracle touch.

-Just needed a good twist, I guess.

-Uh-hmm. This is so embarrassing.

Uh, Rob usually sets it,

but he's been out all day with Naveen,

and I get worried that Miles would get a chill.

And I don't really know doctors out here all that well yet.

So, that gets my anxiety spiking.

And before I know it, I'm rambling.

-Well, I wish I could say the worry goes away with time,

but parent to parent,

it's my duty to tell you, it doesn't.

- Wait.

Lynn brought an apple pie over yesterday.

Could I offer you a slice? It's the least that I could do.

You know, dragging you across the block.

-I've never been one to turn down a slice of that pie.

- All right.

Would you like some tea with that?

Bill: I'd love some tea.

That would be lovely. Samira: Okay.

-Hi. -Hello.

-Oh, what, what, what, what are you two doing here?

-Hi. We're just stopping by to see our favorite neighbor,

how you do. And you look cute.

-We've brought you a comically large assortment

of loose leaf teas

of different brands and varieties.

-Is this an intervention? I know my limits.

-We've been getting that a lot, but no.

It's just getting chilly to have wine out on the porch

and, you know, that cold really aggravates my knee.

So, we thought why not try something different?

-And, you know, all the times you've had us over

for wine night,

you've never once asked me inside your house.

There isn't a reason for that, is there, Lynn?

-Um...

Tod: Hmm, it's good tea. -Yeah.

Very floral. -Uh-huh. Yeah.

-You know what I love about our friendship, this trio?

It's our respect for each other.

It's like we're close

but we really respect each other's boundaries.

-Uh-hmm. Dana: It's nice.

But also, we can talk about anything...

...in the nicest,

most even handed, non-judgmental way.

And we fully know that we'll always give each other

the benefit of the doubt, which is so good.

-Uh-hmm. Tod: Yeah.

Why are you keeping your husband's corpse

in your refrigerator?

-Jesus, Tod.

That is not how we planned this.

-It's just dragging.

Dana: Why even have a plan?

But yes, why is he in Saran wrap?

For extra freshness, Lynn?

Oh, God. Are you eating him?

Lynn, are you eating him? -What? No, I'm not eating him.

-Oh, God. Thank God. -So, you admit it?

-Admit what? -That he's in there?

-We saw you through the window dragging him around

like a sack of taters.

-I--I'm not admitting anything.

I--I'm just--I, I, I,

I don't--I...

-Honey, we are your friends, okay?

And we're gonna help you through this, whatever it is.

But you have to tell us the truth

from the beginning, okay?

-I'll make more tea.

- Good pie?

-Looking forward to it every year.

- I love the little traditions you guys have here.

You're what Hinkley Hills' left, right?

Yup. Been here since '82.

Whoa. Those are some roots, Bill.

And you were a cop the entire time?

-Forty-one years.

-Wow, safest town in America.

Must have been boring, huh?

-That's the way we like it. - Yeah.

I guess you had a little excitement every now and then,

like the girl across the street that went missin'.

What was her name again?

-Alison Grant. Samira: That's the one.

And ever since Rob told me that story,

I can't get it out of my head.

But you guys stopped looking for her after a while, right?

Whatever happened with that?

-She was a runaway. -You know that for sure?

-Her parents received a letter.

Family dispute, outside our jurisdiction.

-That's a little convenient, isn't it?

I mean, you guys didn't authenticate the letter,

analyze the handwriting or the language she used?

I'm not a crime lab guy.

Right. Any persons of interest?

-You know who you should ask about this.

Your husband.

-What's up? -Nothing. I,

I just texted Samira and said, "Is everything okay?"

She said, "Bill's here. Will explain later."

Why would Bill be there?

-I don't know, dude. I guess she'll explain later.

-Thank God you're here.

-Can you believe she came back?

Alison is here.

Alive, breathing, blinking,

blood pumping through her veins.

-I mean, there's gotta be a way to say that

without sounding like a hungry vampire.

-I just think that, like, we need to take a second

to process this.

Try talking about our feelings.

Come on. Go for it.

-Okay. Well, I guess I feel--

I--it, it--I, I feel...

-I feel like I'm watching "The King's Speech."

-It's all just hard to believe.

-It's unbelievable. And so I, I feel...

-Relieved? -Yes, that's the word.

It's just so weird that we spent all this time

like worrying about how and what happened to her.

And then suddenly she's here. And she kind of seems okay.

-Alison always had this vibe, right?

She was always cooler than us, always had this look.

And she still has a look

even though she looks so much different now.

-So different. Naveen: So different.

But now she's got this, like, toughness to her.

Like she's seen some shit

and I think she's a way vibe here.

And I swear I'm not even kidding.

I think there's a vibe between us.

-Naveen... -What?

-...she's married to Gary. -I know.

Do we know if that's real though?

It could be a cover, like a marriage of convenience,

like spies or assassins.

-I mean, you could always just ask her.

-No, that will totally kill the vibe.

Robert: Dude, he's here.

All right. Come on, let's go.

-Well, it looks pretty good all things considered.

-I didn't know you could keep a body

for this long in a fridge.

-Oh, yeah, up to eight months if properly sealed.

-You know, I, uh, found him

when I was coming home from the grocery store.

I was putting the food away

and he was in here already cold.

Heart attack, I assume.

'Cause a hand was on his chest.

-Yeah. No autopsy of course.

So it's hard to...

-Let's close this back up and...

keep the temperature consistent.

-I didn't know what to do.

I, I couldn't move.

I was frozen.

-Good pun.

-Well, you, you were in shock,

so don't blame yourself.

-But I knew that I had to do something

but he was already gone.

And I couldn't make it real.

And then an hour passed and another hour and then--

and then I thought, well,

it couldn't hurt to, you know, keep him...

-On ice? -Yes.

Until I was ready to say goodbye.

And then a week passed, and then a month and...

-What did you tell to your kids?

-That their dead dad's in the icebox?

-Tod Lynn: Well, you know,

we're not exactly close.

Erica is still on that sheep ranch in New Zealand

and it's such a long way to travel.

And Maddie can't accept phone calls at the ashram,

so I told them that we would have a memorial service...

sometime in the future.

-I think that future is now.

-Yeah, I get it.

You left it too long. -I'm so ashamed.

He wasn't perfect,

but Marty was my whole life, my person.

I couldn't let him go.

-Lynn, honey,

grief is a beast, okay?

It's okay.

-Well, you know, you should be able

to keep human remains on your property

providing the proper reporting procedures

have been followed, so... -Oh.

-Yeah, and you filed the death certificate, right?

Tod: Hmm.

Naveen: We got this for the boys.

Robert: For the boys. And I found out

it was from a Bette Midler movie.

-No way. What a legend.

-Okay. Let me do the talking.

Hey, excuse me, mate.

Do you mind if we have a quick word?

-What's he doing?

-Oh, shit. He's running. -Oh. Oh, dang.

-Quick. Get in the car.

Naveen: Go, go, go, go, go.

woman: Oh! man: What the fuck, man?

-Shit, shit, shit. woman: Jesus.

-Eh, no.

-I don't have your trivia prize, man.

It goes to the highest score that is still present.

-We won? -Rob, focus.

-Look. We don't wanna hurt you. We just wanna have a talk.

-But say the wrong thing and we'll end you.

-He's joking. -I'm not.

-Okay. Dude, I've got this.

Have you seen our friend Gary? -Not since you have.

-Well, what were you talking about earlier

that little kerfuffle in the bar?

-None of your business. -Maybe it is my business

because I'm a Knowsy Neighbor, remember?

-No. -What? Okay. Whatever.

Look, were you talking about his brother Hank?

-Okay. Listen up, if I were you, I'd drop all of this, okay?

Just go back to your pretty little girlfriend

before somebody gets hurt.

-Is that a threat, dude? -My wife.

-Are you threatening us right now?

-I might warn you. He's currently experiencing

some sort of smoothie-based sugar high,

so I would stop playing ball, buddy.

-I am fucking amped.

-Okay. I'll tell you the same thing I told Hank

when he didn't wanna sell this place.

There are just some people

that you don't say no to in this town.

And a good rule of thumb,

don't fuck with an ex-cop.

Robert: What the hell?

Naveen: Shit! No, no.

-What a prick.

-Ex-cop?

Who the fuck is an ex-cop besides Bill?

-Oh, my God.

Samira.

- I guess as a mother I just don't understand

why they forgot about her, how this girl disappears,

and it seemed like nobody cared, you know what I mean?

-I suppose I do.

-So she's just the one that got away, huh?

-Hey, get the hell away from my wife.

-What the-- -What's up? What is up?

-I was just about to cut

another piece of pie.

-You had to stand up for that.

What the hell is going on here?

Did you find him? -No,

but we spoke to the barback at Drinkley's

asking what he knew about Hank. -Hank?

What about Hank? -Oh, we know about Hank.

- We know. Robert: Yeah.

-What do we know? -He said,

an ex-cop had something to do with his disappearance.

He said, "Don't fuck with an ex-cop."

-Oh, Jesus Christ, Dan, what did you do?

-This man is senile.

-Bill, my name is Rob.

-No. I mean, Dan Daniels Sr. my former partner.

-Officer Danny Daniels' dad?

-After he retired, he got into investing,

ended up joining a group that was trying to buy Hank out.

Some sort of a fixer for them, I guess.

-Except Hank didn't get bought out, he just disappeared.

Okay. Dan Sr. a rogue cop consumed with greed,

uses his position of power to cut down

a small business owner who refused to sell.

-What are we waiting for? We need to find Dan Sr.

before he "disappears" Gary.

-Well, you'll have a hell of a time doing that, son.

-Oh, yeah. Why is that? -Dan Sr. died six months ago.

-Okay. -Stomach cancer.

-If Dan Sr. is dead, then what the hell is going on with Gary?

-Why don't you ask him?

Isn't that his car?

Robert: When did that get there?

all: Uh...

Alison: Oh, thank God.

-Oh, God. Oh, God. Am I going to prison?

Tod: No, I, I doubt that.

An involuntary psychiatric hold seems much more likely.

-Oh, God.

I can't believe

I'm going to jail over a cheater.

-Wait, what? -Marty betrayed our vows

with Agnes Festersen.

I want him out of here.

I want him out of my house.

Now. -Yeah, chuck that fuck.

-Oh, God. Oh, God.

You guys must think I'm a lunatic.

-Will you stop it?

If you were a lunatic, then guess what?

You're in good company.

-You're counting your steps?

-No, Lynn.

This is an ankle monitor.

-Like the kind they put on you

when you're under house arrest.

-I'm sorry I lied to you.

-Oh, it's okay. I already knew.

I had pulled your police report.

-Of course, you did. -I'm sorry. I'm very confused.

What is going on? -Well, maybe you've noticed that

I haven't left the cul-de-sac in a long time?

-You have seemed a little underfoot.

What did you do?

I wasn't gonna say anything

but since you showed us yours...

I'll show you mine.

Okay.

I was working high up for an animal rights organization

that liberated beagles

from testing labs across the country.

-Oh. -And our guerilla tactics

were very unorthodox, but guess what, they worked.

One night we were doing one of our midnight raids

in this big pharma lab

and we got to that very last cage

and we freed that last dog and security came running.

Well, I got tased in the ass

going over a fence. -Oh.

-That wasn't in the police report.

-These corporate lawyers tried to make an example of me.

So my wife had her commanding officer

pull a few strings and I got nine months.

And Julia was so upset about it, so she just went away.

And then I was here and only here.

But I'm gonna be done soon.

This thing is coming off and I really hope

that she changes her mind and she comes back to me.

She's gonna do that.

So you see?

I'm just as much of a whack job as you, you loon.

- Oh.

-Rubber room for two.

-I love you. Lynn: Me too.

-Tod, you want in on this?

-No, no, I can watch from here.

Alison: I'm just glad he's okay.

-Are you okay?

-Yeah. Yeah. Thanks, thanks again.

I'm sure this all seems a little crazy.

-Or just the right amount of crazy.

I mean, it's like seasoning.

A little bit of Lawry's is great but too much will kill you.

- Yeah.

Well, back to the old murder board.

-You want me to walk you home?

-Where have you been?

-Just helping out a neighbor.

-Alison?

I thought that was you.

-Gary?

-Maybe he's upstairs?

-Uh, wait here.

Gary?

Gary?

-Gary?

-Alison?

Alison: No, no, no, no, no. Samira: Alison?

Alison: Oh, my God. Samira: What?

Alison: My, my letters, the evidence,

they, they destroyed it.

-Who? -Who--whoever was here,

whoever took Gary.

Do you think they're still in the house?

-I know how this movie ends and we need to leave now.

Walters: You know, in my line of work,

if you leave a task unfinished,

it becomes a noticeable blemish,

a stain to be judged.

I don't like to leave a job unfinished.

And you, Alison Grant, hmm,

have always been the one who got away.

Not to worry, that ends tonight.

-Run!

Is that the fucking garbage man?

Samira: Get off her!

-Stop!

Alison: Please don't! Samira: No!

No! No! Get the fuck off me!

Let me go.

-Stop. Stop. I am not gonna tell you again.

-Fuck you, garbage man.

Come out, Alison!

-Don't listen to him.

-Come out before I rip your little friend in two. Hmm?

Samira: Come on.

- Get in the hole. Go, go.

-Ouch.

Samira: Come on. Come on. -He's got me.

He's got me!

-Easy.

-Come on.

Samira: Come on.

Come on. We can get here.

Damn.

Now a door wanna be locked?

- It's stuck.

-Oh, my God. -We're trapped.

Do you have a signal? -No signal.

-Keep trying. -Somebody help.

-Help. -Help us.

Walters: Alison!

Alison: Help!

Samira: Help us!