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Safest town in america.

It must have been boring?

Agnes and Marty made love?

Why are you keeping
your husband's corpse

- in your refrigerator?
- You're in good company.

This is an ankle monitor.

Well, Shane said some of that drive

especially on her application
to Hinkley academy.

- I'm applying there too.
- Does the dj get to dance?

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

My letters, the evidence,
they destroyed it.

I don't like to leave a job
unfinished, Alison Grant.

Is that the fucking garbage man?

He's got me!

No signal.

Somebody help!

- Help!
- Help!

- Help!
- Help us!

Somebody help! Help!

Help! Somebody help!

Help! Help!

Somebody help us!

- Help!
- Help us!

Alison?

Alison.

Where's Gary? What did you do to him?

I killed him, like I killed his brother.

Like I'm gonna kill you.

- Shut it off.
- My god. Signal?

Bluetooth.

I'm sorry. I... it's my baby monitor.

- My, my baby's crying.
- Poor kid.

It's too bad.

You weren't even supposed to be here.

Poor baby.

He needs his mother.

You got me down in
this goddamn bunker.

I don't wanna die in a pit.

Don't get cute.

Drop the phone.

I'm sorry. Okay. I just need to vent.

You're about to kill me
and I can't even vent?

She needs to go through
her venting process.

We all do. We need to go through it.

Yeah. I got a pit in my stomach

and I'm gonna die without help.

Shut up.

Drop the phone.

It's done.

Wait, wait.

- You owe me an explanation, right?
- We need the why.

All the great villains have a confession.

Before they kill us,
they tell us a soliloquy.

Make it long.

Ladies, I just get paid
to take out the trash.

No!

Sorry that I have to do this.

- No!
- Now you should have stayed

on your side of the fence.

- Rob.
- Samira.

Holy shit.

- Are you okay?
- Physically, yes.

But emotionally, that's yet to be seen.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Actually, it was strangely
kind of thrilling... No.

Get off him!

Rob, are you okay?

Geez, Louise.

He must have caught his head on that.

No shit, Sherlock.

- Is he dead?
- Yeah.

Okay.

So, I killed him.

I fucking killed him.

- Let me through.
- Look. It's them.

Miles.

- He's good. He's good.
- It's okay, baby.

- Mommy's right here.
- He was great.

We're good buds now.

It's okay. We're okay.

Is that a body?

Yeah.

Is dead.

Okay. What the hell happened out there?

I feel like there might be something else

they're not telling us.

Look, man, let me take this over.

- All right.
- I got this.

- Why were you all out there?
- Naveen and I

were telling Samira
about our childhood hideout

and she wanted to see it.

And as soon as we got there,

- out of nowhere this man...
- The garbage man? -Right.

He jumps out, amped
up, ready to throw hands.

Now we tried to run but he blocked us,

so we had to fight back.

I mean, we were giving
him everything that we had.

He was like the Terminator.

He would not stay down.

Was there anyone else there with you?

- No.
- No.

Can you think of any reason

why Walters would wanna target you?

Too many diapers in our bins?

So he attacks you without provocation?

It was random.

Though, he did also
mention in the melee

that he'd murdered our neighbor.

- Which neighbor?
- Gary. He lives...

lived in the victorian.

So, yeah, I guess it's just, yeah,

sort of, run-of-the-mill
random killing spree.

- I know.
- But I got to say

people almost always have a motive.

There's tons of stories
where people just wake up

in the morning, go to
work for the 8,000th time,

and just snap.

So, who landed the final blow?

It was an accident.

I did it.

It was me.

- Naveen...
- You killed someone?

- I...
- How'd you do it?

- I pushed him.
- You pushed him?

He was heavy.

Did he die by push?

No, he fell.

He fell under this metal
thingy which I pushed him onto

on purpose because I've killed him.

He's clearly traumatized.

This was self-defense.

Naveen the peen, didn't
know you had the cajones.

Way to talking in those pussy flaps

run of the big dogs?

Garbage men are a
bunch of stinky creeps.

I mean, it's a respectable union job.

Big night for Danny boy,

finally got to see the famous
pit after all these years.

I got to be honest, little letdown.

And that shrine,

I can't even imagine
what you two went through.

It must have been traumatic.

Losing your best friend all of a sudden.

Nobody to talk to.

I mean, you never get
over something like that.

- Thanks. Yeah, it was...
- Yeah. Yeah.

Pretty tough.

But I never understood

why you two had such
a hard-on for this chick.

I mean, she was a
real c u next Thursday.

- There he is.
- That's not even...

actually, it technically works I guess.

Well...

From where I stand,

this is all pretty cut and dry.

We're gonna write this up.

You folks have a good night.

Wow.

What the actual fuck just happened?

You just saved my life.

That's what happened.

I wish we could have saved Gary too.

I'm never letting go of you.

You're trapped now here forever

in in the cul-de-sac of my arms.

There's nowhere else I'd rather be.

Honey, I love you.

We gotta stop touching each other.

That really hurt, but I love you too.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

I thought I'd never see my boys again.

I know she wanted to be alone,

but do you think she's okay over there

all by herself without Gary?

Yeah.

We got the guy that did this to her.

She's safe now.

We all are.

Yeah.

I just hope that

even for a brief moment,
he got the closure he needed

because he wanted to know
what happened to his brother

just like I wanted to know
what happened to me.

And he got so close to the
truth, you know, too close.

To Gary, a good guy.

And a bad neighbor.

Just to clarify one thing,

were you ever actually married to him?

No. It was just a cover in
case someone discovered me.

Well, I'm sorry that I blew up your spot.

Here I was thinking everybody
else was nosy neighbors.

Turns out it's us.

So, what's next, al?

What's next

is I'm getting the fuck out of Hinkley hills.

Yeah. I think I'm gonna leave tonight

'cause the garbage man is gone

and nobody else needs to know I'm here.

So, my secret dies with him
because you covered for me.

- And the house?
- I don't know.

I still own it under a trust.

So, I might have my
lawyers put it up for auction

and find you guys a weird new neighbor.

- God.
- So, are you guys

here for a good time or a long time?

This is home.

Official hiltonians.

I mean, technically, we're
still my parents' tenants,

but I guess the house is as good as ours

even if it doesn't feel like ours.

Naveen, would you
like to help me clean up

and take this stuff to the kitchen?

- Yeah. Sure.
- Okay.

- Thanks a lot.
- Thank you.

We spent the last 20 years wondering

what happened to you, and
now you're leaving again?

We need more than a few days.

We need weeks, years.

I'm finally free.

I, I don't have to look
over my shoulder anymore.

Exactly. A better reason for you to stay.

I was never, ever gonna spend
my whole life in Hinkley hills.

You make it sound like it's a bad thing.

No. I didn't mean it
like that. I just meant...

I never fit in here.

And this place holds
a lot of bad memories.

Even though it holds a lot
of good ones too, it does.

But I need to move on for
my own peace and sanity.

I want to turn over a
new leaf and let it go.

And you should too.

Don't forget about us.

I never did,

and I never will.

Thank you for looking out for me.

- I got you, girl.
- And thank you, guys,

for always making me feel safe.

Now that my phone isn't
in a ditch in the woods,

you know how to find me.

Yo, one more time for the boys?

- For the boys.
- For the goddamn boys.

Get her in.

Sorry I'm late, guys.

I thought we could use
somethin' stronger tonight

than dry old sauv blanc.

Also, I brought some
snacks to pass around.

- So, please help yourselves.
- See Alison's rubbed off on you.

- I'm never eating that again.
- Now, that's how I feel

about Tequila ever since
Marty and I went to acapulco

- on our honeymoon.
- What happened in acapulco?

I took my top off at dinner.

- What?
- I know that's right.

Lynn, you took your titties out?

This is like Rob with whiskey.

- Banned.
- No dark liquor,

no dark places as I always say.

A lack of berries with the juice.

- Glasses up, guys. Let's do it.
- Woo.

- Throw it back.
- Cheers.

That's my third.

I'm trashed.

I just get paid to take out the trash.

What's up, babe?

The garbage man said,

"I just get paid to take out the trash."

- What about it?
- I mean,

that's some weird thing to say, isn't it?

And, and it's the way he said it,

"I just get paid to take out the trash."

It was like paid and trash.

What are you talking about here?

- What are you sayin'?
- Saying I'm paid

to take the trash out implies...

You're paid by someone.

And what if Walters' just
following somebody else's orders

and what if that somebody
else is still out there?

Or I can just accept that we got the guy

and it's all over.

That's what Alison did.

- Tod, you in here?
- You may enter.

I got something to show you.

- Are you ready for this one?
- Yeah.

No monitor.

I did my time and I'm no
longer under sac arrest.

Sounds French, you know? Sac arrest.

Where's the enthusiasm, tod?

Aren't you happy for me?

Thrilled to bits.

I mean, I guess your range
of emotions tends to be

on the, you know, subtle side.

I'm good with that.

Well, what does Dana dog want to do

now that she's free to get her groove on?

I want a breach of perimeter.

I wanna get the fuck
out of this cul-de-sac.

All right then. Let's do it.

God, I love this street.

I've been thinkin'. You
know what's weird?

Everyone that lives in this neighborhood?

That part.

No follow up on the garbage man.

Barely any news.

I mean, it's like nobody
even mentions Gary.

The whole town just
swept it under the rug

- like nothin' happened.
- I mean,

I guess the whole
murderous garbage man

does slightly chafe with the safest town

- in america thing.
- Almost like a cover-up.

Yeah. It would slightly
support your theory.

- What the hell?
- What is it?

"He helped me start a new chapter."

Here's a chance to start yours.

Keep it, sell it, blow it the free

whatever you wanna do.

"All my love, Alison."

I don't get it.

Alison made us the trustees.

What?

The victorian is ours.

I need to close this loop.

I really wanna make
sure that this is over.

If you say that there's more to this,

then there's more to it.

I appreciate that.

This is very Mr. and Mrs. Smith of us.

Mr. and Mrs. Fisher.

Or dare I say it, quite bond?

Not Sean Connelly again.

Right. It's Connery.

And I stand by the fact that
it is a very good impression.

Giving Austin powers meets Shrek.

If that's what you're going for, I love it.

You're killing me here.

That right there, is too soon.

Fair. This is so confusing.

Why would the garbage man
go after all of these people?

So, none of them seem
to have any connection.

Unless... you know how Danny said...

and yes, I know I'm referencing Danny

that, everyone has a motive?

I kinda zoned out after he said

the thing about naveen's pussy flaps.

Yeah. Well, he was right about one thing.

- They always do.
- Unless they suddenly snap.

Yeah. But the garbage man didn't snap

over the course of 20 years.

He had to have a motive.

So, I'm saying that

there has to be a connective thread here.

Do we need to establish a pattern?

Bet. Man.

I never thought that I'd stay
in Hinkley hills my whole life,

but... here I am.

Okay. I know that the suburbs
get a bad rep sometimes,

but I've lived a lot of places in my life

and this is one of the best.

It's a good place to grow up.

- Do you want kids?
- I want nothing more.

- Me too.
- Cool. Me too.

You said that already.

You know, I'm, I'm really
glad that you texted me.

I'm glad you gave me another shot.

I, I totally did not deserve
it after the way I acted.

And I totally would have understood

if you never wanted to see me again.

- But I'm so...
- naveen. Naveen.

I like you, naveen.

And you have really great taste to music.

You think so?

Cool.

Wow.

- Mr. Whitmore is here.
- Who's that?

My history teacher, junior year.

What's his deal?

Mr. Shitmore,

kind of an open goal for
a kid like Danny Daniels.

He's the most hated
teacher at Hinkley high.

- What'd he do?
- I remember this year

where he failed a lot
of the kids in his class,

which to be fair, they kind of deserved

because they were all
quite lazy and stupid.

But then the parents
complained to the principal

and the school board,
tried to get him fired.

- Did they fire him?
- No, they didn't.

So, what happened to him?

He died.

How'd he die?

A hiking accident in the rockies,

which I remember
being weird at the time.

- And why is that weird?
- I could have sworn

I'd seen him in the library that morning.

I don't know, maybe I didn't.

Well, you did. And someone's lying.

I've also been listening to a lot of like

Ethiopian jazz lately to clear my head

after everything with the attack.

Yeah. No. I'm sorry. Like, I just...

I didn't know if I should bring it up or if...

No. It's fine.

I'm, I'm... I should talk about it more.

I'm trying to talk about my
feelings more in general.

Apparently, therapy works.

You are ticking off
some big boxes, naveen.

We love men in therapy.

- Were you terrified?
- I was really terrified.

But then my papa bear
instincts kicked in and that was it.

That was a wrap. I was like super Mario

getting a power up.

Let's go.

Anyway, it's like a super strength

entered into my body

that I didn't even know was in me.

Like, those moms that
lift cars off their kids.

I didn't wanna kill him, but I couldn't let

my little buddy, miles,
grow up without his parents.

You wanna hear a crazy theory

- about the garbage man?
- What's that?

I think he was working for someone.

- The town?
- No,

like a work-for-hire
assassin, like a henchman.

Well, then why would
he come after you?

He, he didn't come after me per se,

- but there were others.
- I'm sorry.

- I'm not following.
- Okay.

- It's a crazy story.
- Okay. I'm listening.

The guy that owned this place... Hank...

disappeared, right?

No.

Agnes... To what do I owe
this distinct displeasure?

Lynn, I've come to speak
to you woman to woman.

What does that mean?

I'm not gonna pussyfoot around it.

- I know.
- Know, know what?

About you and bill.

I, I don't know what you're talking about.

Let's not do this.

I've seen the suggestive gardening.

I know he joined your woods walk.

Don't think I am not aware of everything

that goes on in my neighborhood.

And don't think that I don't know...

About you and Marty.

Are you really gonna
hold something against me

that happened in the past

with someone who is no longer with us?

Yes.

You really do need to
learn to let things go.

Bill is a lovely man.

And frankly, he deserves better than you.

Lynn, are you aware

that Marty never
pulled the proper permits

when you renovated your kitchen?

I let it slide because, we were close.

But there's a very hefty fine.

And on consideration,

I think I'll have to call the inspector.

See you around, neighbor.

Marty, we are fucked.

Man, what the fuck?

Hey. House key privilege.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to re-traumatize you,

but this is an emergency.

- Are you okay?
- I am very much not.

I came to you because you're a friend,

but more importantly,
at this exact moment,

- because you're a lawyer.
- Okay. Go on.

Yeah. I desperately
need expert legal advice.

And this can be a private
conversation, correct?

Attorney-client privilege,

I waive my secrets, double indemnity.

Well, that's not exactly how this works.

I have been keeping
Marty's body in my fridge

for the last six months.

- You serious?
- Deadly serious.

I, I didn't kill him.

He, he was getting eggs
and he had a heart attack

and he's still in there.

And an inspector is coming.

This is above my pay grade.

I mean, failure to
report a death is a felony.

I was afraid you would confirm that.

So, what are my options?

Who else knows about this?

Dana and tod, and now you.

Damn.

Why am I always murder adjacent?

I didn't kill him, but I can't get arrested.

I have... I have delicate
wrists and I run cold.

God. They'll find him.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Why didn't I Bury him
when I had the chance?

I have an idea.

Going left, this way.

Shh, shush.

- Okay, left.
- Wait.

No, this way. Stay straight. Stay straight.

- I know, but...
- Veering.

Sorry, I'm directionally challenged.

You gotta work on your biceps, tod.

It's pinching my finger.

Tod?

It's on my foot.

- Fuck.
- Shh.

Hey.

That's it.

Rest well, buddy.

If I could just say a few words.

Marty, you were so loved.

You were a wonderful friend,

father, and husband most of the time.

I spent over half my life with you

and I will miss you every day.

Even though you hurt me,

I forgive you.

And even though... You
won't be with me anymore,

you'll always be next door.

I, I really loved your pie.

It was... it was a very good pie.

We're gonna take care of
your gal over here, Marty.

We're surrounding Lynn

and you'll rest well in this spot.

People already think
there are bones in there.

Might as well be yours, right?

I wish I could have met you,

but you could say I met you in a way.

Are those from Agnes' yard?

Right.

Tod, you have a death wish.

Go first. But you know,

I don't want to get my berries from there.

Yoo-hoo.

Is that Hinkley hills'
hottest, bravest couple?

- Hey.
- Hi.

After us, of course.

How you healin', Benedict cumberbitch?

Yeah. It's good stuff.

It's actually pretty painful
and traumatic, but thanks.

Oof, totally.

Did you hear?

Your neighbor, Gary,

bequeathed the victorian
to the town in his will.

Isn't that such a pleasant

- and unexpected surprise?
- Yeah. Wow.

Most surprises tend to be unexpected.

- My god, you're so funny.
- I know.

- British.
- Yeah.

You know he was murdered, right?

I don't like to dwell.

That cat was such a weirdo.

Too is thrilled, of course.

We can finally clean up

my great-great-grandfather's home

and restore it to its former glory.

I didn't realize you were a Hinkley.

We don't like to flaunt the pedigree.

- Hinkleys stay humble.
- Sorry not sorry in advance

for all the construction noise.

Anyway, it is so good to see you, guys.

- We'll see you guys around?
- Okay.

Yes? Sounds good.

But Alison gave us the deed
and the keys, so why lie?

She's here.

Hi, honey.

I have some big news.

Lay it on me.

Guess who got into Hinkley academy?

- What?
- Yes.

Girl, I'm so proud of you.

I can't say I'm surprised.

You will remember us

when you do inevitably
end up in the white house.

Exactly.

I'll give you that.

Was there anything else?

I overheard Ainsley's mom
and grandma outside just now.

They said the people the
academy let in this year are trash.

- I'm sorry. They...
- they're just jealous, okay?

I have so many words
for them right now,

not of which would be appropriate

to say in front of you.

It's okay.

Your boy naveen coming tonight?

Unfortunately not.

He's on a second date.

- Are you okay, hun?
- Yeah. Sorry.

Rory told me she overheard
Agnes and Lauren say

she and the other kids that
got into Hinkley hills academy

this year are trash.

- What?
- And I just...

- I feel a way about it.
- I heard

that Agnes' granddaughter
didn't get a spot.

She was actually one of the parents

that went for that teacher that I was...

telling you about.

Agnes led some insane
crusade to try to get him fired.

And then he died.

- Agnes hated Alison, right?
- Yeah.

- Go with me on this.
- Hokas are on. Do it.

For decades,

people in Hinkley hills
have gone missing.

We weren't the only
ones who went missing.

He's about as much in Hawaii

as Elvis is running a
gas station on Pittsburgh.

Alison and Gary found the link,

but they couldn't find the motive.

I think I did.

All right. Get on with it.

Everyone on Alison and Gary's list

of potential victims
went against the town.

Okay. They were a nuisance.

They were a problem.

- They were trash.
- But then the parents

complained to the principal
and the school board,

- tried to get him fired.
- There was a guy

who sold handbags
out of the trunk of his car.

A small business owner refused to sell.

And the garbage man took them out.

I just get paid...

To take out the trash.

- It's a bit on the nose.
- He said paid,

implying that he was following
someone else's orders.

Girl, you get the trash
truck doing the damn thing

- on a Sunday.
- Come on.

What are you trying to say?

Who is rabidly hell-bent

on keeping this town pristine at all costs?

Who terrorizes their neighbors?

Who uses their position
to, to keep people in line?

Think of it as your new Bible.

The evil overlord.

The person that spent 25 years

devoting their life to
keeping Hinkley hills the...

Safest town in america.

Hoa president Agnes festersen.

He's got moves.

That's right, ladies.

- This dj can dance.
- Wow.

Naveen's famous ñadas,
short for piña coladas.

Just think about it too much.

- It tastes like vacation.
- Right?

- Top secret recipe.
- Wow.

- What's the secret?
- No, for real.

Like, it's like a top secret recipe.

All right. All right.

I'll tell you.

But you got to promise me.

You can't tell anybody.

No. Your secret is safe with me.

Okay.

The secret is the dark rum float.

Okay. But the entire mission of the hoa

is to keep Hinkley hills safe, orderly,

- and clean.
- Yeah. But surely,

the whole of the homeowners
association can't be involved

in some murderous
town-like conspiracy, can they?

Let's look at the book.

We should go on a vacation sometime.

I... I'm really good on boats.

And I'm really good at pools...

And nadas.

- Ñadas -I'm gonna grab dessert.
- Okay. Yeah.

Let me take care of these.

Now, we should at least
be wary of anyone at the top,

especially anyone close to Agnes and...

Right, you know.

My goodness.

Shit.

That was amazing.

I can't take credit.

My friend gave me the recipe.

I'm gonna be right back.

- I'm just gonna run to the, ladies' room.
- Okay.

Wait. But just because she's there

doesn't necessarily mean she's involved.

And also, what would the hoa

have specifically against naveen?

They think he killed their guy.

Hey. I think I...

Put too much secret
in the... in the ñadas.

No. Are you okay?

I feel...

- Is he picking up?
- Naveen. Leave a...

Shit. It's going straight to voicemail.

Try again.

Naveen, leave a...

- The lights are on.
- Okay.

- Hurry.
- Come on.

- I'm comin'.
- Naveen?

Naveen.

Naveen?

Naveen.

Naveen?

No. This is bad.

Rob.

Stop!

Naveen! Shit.

It's them.

Nobody kidnaps our
friend in our neighborhood

and gets away with it.