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People say that there
are no seasons in Los Angeles.

Imagining all of our days as
perfectly sunny and 72 degrees.

That's actually San Diego.

Angelenos know how rainy winter
gives way to a too-short spring,

that summer starts
with gloomy skies

and ends with unrelenting heat.

And what happens when
the Santa Anas start to blow.

Dry winds that tear through
the mountains and canyons

picking up speed and strength
as they descend on the city.

Downing power
lines, uprooting trees

and unsettling psyches.

Blamed for everything
from migraines

to a rise in the divorce rate...

The Santa Anas wear us down.

Creeping into our dreams
and setting our teeth on edge.

Every gust adding to
the eerie, pervasive sense

that a reckoning may be upon us.

Or, as Joan Didion said...

Amen.

"The wind shows us how
close to the edge we are."

Oh, hey!
You working tonight?

I didn't see you
on the schedule.

Jamal needs an
emergency root canal.

- Said I'd cover.
- Oh.

- You seem very upset about that.
- No. It's just...

I hit four detours
on the way here.

Two fallen tree limbs,
one random idiot

who drove into a fire hydrant,

and for some reason
Alvarado is completely closed.

- Tamale festival.
- Mm-hmm.

- In the middle of Windpocalypse 2022?
- Mm-hmm.

This is why I schedule
around these crazy shifts.

Just like full moons,
somehow the Santa Anas

make people think it's okay
to be dumb and irrational,

and then they go and
make dumb choices,

leading to dumb emergencies.

- Did I mention they're dumb?
- I think you might have.

How many calls so far?

Uh, just a few, you
know, usual stuff.

Yeah, a few drunk
and disorderlies.

Some people hit
by a flying umbrella.

- That parrot stabbing.
- What?

- Mm-hmm.
- How does a parrot stab someone?

They were actually
stabbed with a parrot.

It was, like, a parrot statue.
That one was a little weird.

But not the weirdest
we've ever seen.

Well, think of it as your
average windy night.

- Mm-hmm.
- How bad can it be?

In a
statement released earlier today,

the LAFD announced
it's going to be enforcing

red flag parking zones for
the first time in two years.

They'll be starting
about midnight tonight...

Lenny.

It's okay. Come on down.

Mom, I can't calm her down.

Why are there fireworks?

What are we celebrating
at 8:00 on a Monday?

Obviously they don't like
pets or the environment.

Maybe your dad will be able
to help her when he gets home.

- Well, isn't he normally home by now?
- It's the Santa Anas.

The company never hires
enough workers to deal with

all the downed power lines.

It's
really kicking up out there.

No, no, Lenny! Stop!

I'll get the flashlight.

I'll get the treat container.

I'm so sorry, honey.

She's probably just hiding.

But what if she
gets hit by a car?

Or attacked by a coyote?

Hey, hey, we're gonna find her.

She must be so scared right now.

You know what, I-I'll go out

and look some more while
you're getting ready for bed.

The fireworks aren't going off,
maybe she'll come out for me.

- That's a great idea.
- Okay.

- Oh, thank God!
- Oh, Lenny, you had us so worried.

What you got there?

A hand?

Yes, a-a severed hand.

No, Lenny. Don't
pick it up again.

- Drop it.
- Well, do you know whose hand it is?

No. Our dog ran away
and then came back with it.

- Are you sure it's real?
- I don't know.

I-It's bloody and
gross, and I think

Lenny used it as a chew
toy before she brought it in.

Okay. Can you pick up the hand?

Pick it up?

Well, I need you to tell me

- if the flesh is still warm.
- Oh, God.

- Flesh.
- Mom, you're so squeamish.

Is it... is it warm?

Definitely.

Okay, yes, yes,

- it's warm.
- All right.

That means that it
must've been severed

- fairly recently.
- Okay, I've got the cooler.

We're gonna
keep it on ice for you.

No, no, no, wait. Do not
put the hand directly on ice.

What do we do with it?

Put the hand in a plastic
bag and then place a towel

between the ice
and the appendage.

And then what?

Wait for the
paramedics to arrive

and hope we can find the owner.

Every year, I
think, "Well, that's it.

We've seen everything now,"

and then the Santa Anas blow in,

and it's like, oh, look,
something weirder.

It's a severed hand.
We've seen those before.

Yeah, usually in the
general vicinity of its owner.

Hen, Chim, what do we think?

It doesn't look
like it was cut off.

Wound's pretty jagged.
Maybe blown off?

The fireworks. Right
before my husband got home,

someone was
setting off fireworks.

I'm not hearing
any fireworks now.

You know which house?

I think that way.

Okay, everybody.
Time to go door-to-door.

We have to find the person
who belongs to this hand.

♪ I can make your hands clap ♪

♪ Said I can make
your hands clap ♪

♪ Somebody save your soul ♪

♪ 'Cause you've been
sinning in this city, I know ♪

♪ Too many troubles,
all these lovers ♪

♪ Got you losing control ♪

♪ You're like a drug
to me, a luxury ♪

♪ My sugar and gold ♪

♪ I want your sex
and your affection ♪

♪ When they're
holding you close ♪

- ♪ 'Cause I can make your hands clap. ♪
- No luck?

No. Searched the whole block.

I mean, could've come
from anywhere, right?

Dog could've picked
it up further away.

Excuse me.

Can I give you guys
a hand with anything?

Thanks, we've got
all the help we need.

Oh, okay. Cool.

Not it.

Come on, kid.

Two hands, nine fingers!

- So, who's missing the hand?
- My buddy.

He's in the car. You
got to help him out.

I was gonna take
him to the hospital.

Uh, this is Captain Nash, 118.

We're gonna need an additional
ambulance at the location.

We have two victims
with traumatic amputations.

You know where your finger is?

No. I didn't try looking for it.

I was too worried
about my friend Manolo.

Hen. Complete
amputation of the right arm

at the distal position
of the radius and ulna.

Let me get a proper
tourniquet on this.

Heart's racing. Starting fluids.

- How exactly did you both manage to lose appendages?
- Fireworks fight.

Why didn't you call 911?

My mom's on the
neighborhood council.

She's responsible for cracking
down on illegal fireworks.

- Awkward.
- What were you thinking of doing

- with the hand?
- Uh...

- He's coming around.
- I s...

Sir, can you hear me?

- I saved it.
- Saved what?

Got the finger!

I got it.

Okay. Thank you.

- How are you gonna explain this to your mom?
- Um...

I don't know.

Okay.

Um, Cap, small issue.

- This is a thumb.
- He's not missing a thumb.

- There's another victim.
- All right.

We're gonna have to
start another search.

Dispatch, this is
Captain Nash, 118 again.

I think we're gonna
need a third ambulance.

Things just keep
on getting weirder.

Oh, nice!

These ones have a microphone,

so you don't even
have to take them off

if we call you to check in.

This one's huge. What is it?

You'll see.

Wow! This is so cool.

Thanks, Mom! Thanks, Mama!

Oh, you're welcome, sweetie.

Can we work on this today?

It's your birthday.

We can do whatever
you want today.

Whatever I want?

Anything.

Then... can I ask
about my mother?

W-What?

My birth mother.

Oh. Sure.

Of course. You
can ask us anything.

Do you know where she
is? Does she live near us?

She used to.

But she moved away,

up north.

Oh. Okay.

Are you disappointed?

No. I just...

I saw this woman the other day,
and she kind of looked like me.

It made me wonder if it was her.

Well...

if you want to know
what she looks like,

I think your mom might
have some old photos.

Um, yeah.

They're probably in
the attic or-or something.

I could find them, if you want.

That'd be cool.

Can I go set this
up in the kitchen?

Sure you don't have
anything else to ask us?

Nope. That was it.

Okay. Well, uh, why
don't you start setting up,

and I will join you
in a little bit, okay?

- Got it?
- Uh... Yeah.

I didn't see that coming.

That has been
coming for ten years,

but I think we handled it right.

Answer his questions.
Follow his lead.

Yeah.

I think it went okay.

Then why do you
still look so spooked?

Devil winds.

Always puts everyone
a little on edge.

I'm fine, if that's
what you're asking.

Just wanted to see for myself,

check in.

Seems like fire season's
getting longer every year.

And more apocalyptic.

That's got to be a
stress or for a firefighter.

Well, lucky for me,

my sponsor once told me

to deal with the
emergencies that come,

not worry about the ones
that haven't happened yet.

Ah, he sounds smart.

Probably handsome, too.

Oh, and very humble.

I'm glad to see you doing well.

Things at work, things at home.

Coming up on five years sober.

Now, you know
I consider it four.

Hey, either way, it's a relief.

Makes me feel like
I'm not a total failure.

Are you doing okay?

Feeling like I
need a little break.

Might go see my son's family.

- Oh, New Mexico, right?
- Yeah, Las Cruces.

Probably be gone a couple weeks.

I was hoping you might
be willing to fill in for me.

If any of my people need an ear.

Sure.

- Is that Athena?
- Yeah.

Wendall.

Oh... I'm sorry. I hope
I'm not interrupting.

No, no, no, no. I was just...

getting ready to
say my goodbyes.

I'm glad I got to see you first.

You're doing well?

Can't complain.

Take care of yourself.

And him.

I will.

Hey, Wendall.

Are you sure you're all right?

You just don't
seem like yourself.

Uh, maybe it's just
the Santa Anas.

I hear it makes people crazy.

Yeah.

Take care.

Everything okay?

No, I don't think it is.

Whoa, back again?

Cedric asked to trade shifts.

He's going to St.
Louis to see his family.

That is some maximum
macchiato you got there.

Did you get any
sleep last night?

I approached the edge of sleep.

Never quite fell in.

I want
to go to St. Louis.

Do you think they
have crazy, random,

50-miles-an-hour wind there
that make everybody insane?

Pretty sure they have tornados.

- Oh, never mind.
- Hang in there.

It'll be over in no time.

911, what's your emergency?

Thank you for reporting that.
A crew is already on its way.

It's stuck in what? Her mouth?

All right, just hang in there,
paramedics are on their way.

Do not jump out the window.

Let the firefighters
come to you.

No, spoiled milk
is not poisonous,

but I would urge you

to clear the cups from your
bedside table more often.

911, what's your emergency?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

We're sorry.

You have reached a number
that's no longer in service.

Weird.

911, what's your emergency?

Hello?

If you can't speak,
press a button,

any button on the phone.

Are you there?

Make a sound if you can hear me.

It's like talking to a ghost.

Dispatch to 6-0-9-M-21.

Welfare check at 387 Nottingham.

We've been receiving
calls from that address,

but the caller can't
or won't speak.

If there even is one.

The Murder House?

I hate this place.

You think someone's squatting?

That or there's a ghost.

Go check the back.

Let's check all the
doors and windows.

Hello? LAPD.

Anyone here?

Ugh. This is so embarrassing.

I'm sorry you guys had to
come all the way out here.

He thought I was a ghost.

There was a white, floating...

It was a piece of trash bag.

It was blowing around outside.

Well, look, it's all right.

You're injured, so
let's take a look at that.

Ah. Everyone knows
this house is haunted.

And w-why were you
skulking around out there?

It's my job?

I heard there was
some local teens

who tried to party here.

Next-door neighbors saw
the flashlights in the house,

and next thing they knew,

they were running out
the front door, screaming.

- Never figured out exactly what happened there.
- You see?

It's a haunted house.

Yeah. With really good bones.

They're kids.

You're a 40-year-old man.

Doesn't look like you did
too much damage there.

Dispatch said you
were knocked out?

Oh, come
on. You told them that?

Great. Now
everyone's gonna know.

Dispatch to unit 118.

Could you please have
the house stop calling me?

The house is calling you?

Somehow the house
keeps dialing 911.

I've had six more calls
since the police got there.

Make it stop. Please.

Uh, checking it out, Dispatch.

Bingo.

You're welcome.

All right.

Dispatch, I think I found
the source of the problem.

You shouldn't be getting
any more calls tonight.

Copy that, 118.

And seriously,

thank you.

Bobby, hey, man.

Sorry to bother
you, Captain Nash.

I think I... I think
I screwed up.

I didn't know what else to do.

I thought I could
handle it, but I can't.

I can't do it.

You ever... you
ever do something,

and it doesn't go
like you planned?

I tried.

I really tried to be a good man,

but I'm tired now.

So tired.

Hey, you've reached
Wendall. Sorry I missed you.

Leave a message and I'll get
back to you as soon as I can.

Sounds like you
handled it pretty well.

You answered his
questions; When there's more,

you'll answer those, too.

I guess so.

I just wish I knew where
this was coming from.

He almost lost one of his moms.

It's only natural that'd
get him to think about

the mother he doesn't know.

I hope that's all it is.

It's unsettling,

and this damn wind doesn't help.

Always puts me out of sorts.

That's because we know
what these winds can do.

Where there's
wind, there's fire.

You guys couldn't sleep, either?

Starting to feel
like it's contagious.

Where's Buck?

Oh, he's fast asleep in the
world's emptiest bunk room.

- What's got you up?
- Well...

I was looking into that house.

The one where Williams
thought he saw that ghost.

The Murder House?

Yeah, I wanted to
know more about it.

Seemed like it hadn't
been lived in for a while.

It's not surprising,

considering it's called
the Murder House.

Also, maybe that's
why you can't sleep.

What kind of murder?

Triple homicide in the '60s.

Dad came home
right before Christmas,

killed his three
daughters, then himself.

Mother somehow got away.
Nobody knows where she ended up.

House has been
vacant ever since.

Can't imagine why.

Hey, watch out!

What the hell?

No, no, no,
stop. Hey. You can't be in here.

- No, no, no, stop. Stop.
- Is everyone okay?

Whoa.

I'll call Dispatch.

- Sir, no. You...
- Hello?

Can you hear me?

Maybe she had a stroke,
or a-a cardiac event?

Ma'am, can you open your door?

Whoa.

Hey, what, uh, what
happened? I heard a shout.

- Okay. This is not a dream I've had before.
- Is she...

- Naked. And asleep?
- Ma'am?

She's out cold. Maybe
she's sleepwalking.

- You mean sleep driving.
- Uh, what should we do?

Isn't it dangerous to
wake a sleepwalker?

Probably not as dangerous
as driving while sleeping.

Okay, here's what
we're gonna do. Buck.

Go get a blanket.

Chim, let's check
her out, just to be safe,

and maybe she
left her ID in the car.

- Eddie, can you check the front seat?
- She's naked.

You really think she thought

to grab her purse on
the way out the door?

I don't know. Maybe
it's in the cup holder

or the glove
compartment or something.

- Cap, here.
- Yeah. Great, thanks.

Dispatch is sending officers.

Oh.

Okay.

No, no. No, no, no.

You're okay, you're okay.

You're okay. You're okay.

You're in a safe place.

My name is Hen, and
I'm-I'm a firefighter, okay?

We just want to help you.

Can you tell me
what your name is?

Uh... Lizzy. Lizzy Sampson.

Lizzy, if it's all
right with you,

I'm gonna check you out
to make sure you're okay.

It's fine.

So, Lizzy, apparently,

you got behind the wheel
while you were sleeping.

You have a history
of this kind of thing?

Um, sleepwalking, yes.

But this, this is new.

Pupils are equal and reactive.

No sign of head
trauma or a concussion.

Pretty lucky.

The way you came in here,

you could've
really hurt yourself.

- Or us.
- I don't know if "lucky" is

the right word to
describe how I feel.

More like... mortified.

Do you remember anything?

I went to bed around
11:00, like I always do,

and the next thing I know,
I'm standing in a firehouse.

And do you always
sleep in the nude?

I like to sleep with
the window open

and feel a... breeze.

Okay, so,
uh, you seem to be fine,

but if it's okay, we're gonna
to take you to the hospital

- to get checked out, just to be on the safe side.
- I guess.

All right, Buck, why
don't you check the locked room,

see if we got some clean
T-shirts, sweats, something.

Right, um...

what do we do about her car?

My car?

The one you almost
ran us over with.

Weird.

I don't have a car.

Oh, my God.

Murder's too obvious.

There's no way
that's what it was.

Then why do they
call it "Murder House"?

Please don't encourage him.

Because "mishap house"
doesn't have the same ring to it.

Is that what you think happened
to this family, a mishap?

Nobody seems to know.

I've looked up three blogs
and at least one podcast,

and they say four
different things.

Oh... Looks who's up.

Couldn't sleep either, huh?

Who can sleep when there's
cars driving unannounced

into the building?

- Would you prefer an announcement?
- I would.

Why don't you have a nightcap?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Sun should be coming
up any time now.

More like a "day cap," Cap.

Hot chocolate.

Warm beverage will
make you feel sleepy.

- The tryptophan in the milk.
- I made it with oat milk.

Close enough. Just go with it.

I feel like the
wind makes my skin itch.

It's the ions in the air.

It's a thing.

Everything okay, Cap?

Smell that?

Fire.

Okay, we have to work fast.

Properties to the south and east

could be in danger
if the wind shifts.

Buck, Eddie, I
want you to give me

an inch-and-a-half
straight up on the A-side.

Hen, Chim, you'll be on Zebra.

Okay, I will meet
you up top for the split.

Okay. Quint an a, load it!

How's it going?

Our place is close by.

- Is the fire out?
- Uh, just about.

We're gonna keep
spraying down the area

with water and fire retardant,

make sure there's
nothing still smoldering

that might ignite the
surrounding vegetation.

Do you know what
started the fire?

Uh, not yet.

Arson investigator
is on their way now.

Oh! You think that
somebody did this on purpose?

It's standard protocol
for fires of this kind

- near residential areas.
- Hey, Cap!

Yeah?

Thank you.

Got a victim.

I'm glad to see you doing well.

Oh, no.

Cap?

I need a second.

What?

I need a second!

What is it?

You knew him?

It's Wendall.

My sponsor.

I'm fine.

Let's get washed up and go home.

Maybe we can all
finally get some sleep.

You talked to Wendall's family?

He didn't go to New Mexico.

He lied to me.

And his son didn't know

anything about the
voice mail he left for you?

He said they hadn't
talked in weeks.

And Wendall, he sounded...

- He was high.
- I, um,

spoke with the detective
assigned to the case.

The area where they found
him is a fairly common place

for people to use.

The LAPD is constantly
getting calls from the neighbors.

There's a rehab facility
less than a mile away.

You think Wendall could've
been going to rehab?

Well, he said that he was
gonna be out of touch for a while.

And now you know that he
wasn't going to see his family.

- That, along with the voice mail...
- Yeah,

but if that was the case,
why wouldn't he tell me?

When you were in trouble,

you didn't want
your team to know.

They look up to you.

Maybe Wendall felt the same.

This is not what
we do in recovery.

We don't hide these kind
of things from each other.

We can't. We rely on each other.

Well, sometimes the
darkness is too deep.

You can't see the hands that
are reaching out to help you.

He just pulled me out
of a hole so many times,

I wish that he'd...

feel like he could count on
me to do the same for him.

Hey, how's it going?

Have you advanced the
horizons of human knowledge?

Not yet. I'm working on it.

I, uh, had to go through
the entire attic to find this.

It's been a while
since I looked at it.

- What's in there?
- Just some stuff

that Eva gave me
before you were born.

My biological mother?

Yes.

I'm sorry, I guess I-I
don't have a lot of pictures.

When she...

when Eva got sick,

were you sad?

Um...

I was the saddest
that I'd ever been.

But you're not sad anymore.

Right?

No.

Because I met your mom.

And then we met you.

Can I go look through
this stuff in my room?

You sure you don't want
to look through it together?

No, I'm fine.

Thanks, Mama.

What's that, number four?

Whatever it is isn't enough
to balance out the insomnia.

Maybe too much coffee is
why you're having insomnia.

I live on coffee. I'm just
maintaining the baseline here.

What do you guys know
about a murder house?

It called me last night.

A house called you?

Uh, some kind
of short in the line.

Well, that house
is calling Chimney,

and I need it to hang up.

He is absolutely
obsessed with it.

And when I got
out of the shower,

he asked me if I wanted
to look at building permits

from 1942.

Anything interesting?

- They added a second bathroom.
- Oh.

Oh, well, how's it going with
your new second bedroom?

Mm, once you get over
the excitement of, "Hey,

my bed doubles
as a movie theater,"

it's not so great.

It turns out it's
really hard to sleep

when you're surrounded
by tomorrow's chores.

No more sneaky toddler
jump scares, though.

Oh, no, Jee loves her
spacious new room.

I can barely get her
up in the morning.

- Aw!
- I'm glad one of us is sleeping peacefully

in this wind.

Mmm.

Mmm!

God, the Murder House,

- still?
- That's just it.

I don't think all the lore
around that house is true.

I just emailed

the guy who owns it.

What? How did you find him?

The Internet.

Do you think he's gonna respond?

Uh-oh.

There goes the ghosts. - Yeah.

Calling from Buck's
phone, apparently.

Well, conference him in.

Hey, I'm on with Hen, too.

Welcome to our pajama party.

Ah, what if I'm not
wearing pajamas?

Nobody wants to know
what you're wearing, Buckley.

How did you
even know I was awake?

Uh, well, you've been
sending links to that house

about every 15 minutes,

so unless sleep
texting is a thing,

which, actually, I don't know.

Is-is that a thing?

Who knows? Why did you call me?

I have news.

Uh, I figured I'd tell
you guys in the morning,

- but...
- You were on Chimney's Murder House news feed.

So, what's the news?

Uh, give me one second.

Let me, uh, let me grab Eddie.

Yo!

Uh, hey, man.

You're on with me, Hen and Chim.

Looks like the winds
got us all tonight.

Well, I wouldn't give too
much credit to the wind.

Chimney's obsessed
about a house.

I'm worried about my kid.

And Buck's...

Officially responsible

for the creation of new life.

Uh...

I guess maybe that's
easier when you can just say

- I'm gonna be a father.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Kameron and Connor are pregnant?

Yes, they are having a baby.

Congratulations! Uh, wait.

Do we congratulate you?

I don't know. It feels
weird to congratulate him.

Feels weirder not to.

Eddie's right. The etiquette
rules are kind of hazy.

Uh, m-maybe we should

see what Bobby thinks.

You guys think he's still awake?

Pretty sure after
the day he had,

he ain't sleeping.

Well, hang on, hang on.

Sir, it's very late.

If you're not on the
approved visitors list...

Please, I'm looking for
information about my friend.

As I said, anything related
to our clientele is confidential,

including whether your
friend may or may not

have been a patient here.

Our clients value our
discretion above everything else.

I'm sure they do.

But my friend Wendall
doesn't, because he's dead.

Thank you.

- I have a situation at the front desk.
- Oh.

Thank you.

Do you know
what started the fire?

You have to go now.

Got what I'm looking
for, I'll be on my way.

All right.

I'm leaving right now.

All right, all right.

Okay, guys.

I'll try and take a nap.

Chris is gonna be up

in an hour.

Hey,

- see you guys tomorrow.
- All right.

See ya.

Hey, Buck, you never said.

How are you
feeling about this...

creation of new life?

I mean, I'm-I'm happy.

You know, I'm happy for them.

I-I was worried that...

what if it didn't work out,

a-and me saying
yes just ended up

setting them up for
more disappointment?

So, you're good?
Yeah.

Yeah, I-I think I am.

In fact, I feel like I can
finally go and get some sleep.

Good night.

Later.

Can you imagine not
knowing your own child?

Is this about Denny?

I know this is normal,

that he's gonna have questions,

and the best thing
that we can do is

be honest.

But you don't want to be honest.

I want to tell him

that we picked him out of
a magical cabbage patch

and never have to talk again

about his biological parents.

He's a smart kid. He
didn't fall for that story

- when he was five.
- It's just...

I've spent so much time
thinking about him as mine.

Not sure I'm ready to share.

He's always gonna be yours, Hen.

No matter how many
questions he asks.

Great news.

Weatherman said
we're due for a reprieve,

and the winds are
finally dying down,

but we might get
a dose of rain soon.

Josh? Is everything okay?

This has been the
most draining three days

of my professional career.

I... I don't think I can
do this job anymore.

Okay. That seems, um...

I mean, you know,
in this line of work,

everyone eventually
reaches a breaking point.

I thought mine was at
least a decade away,

and once I was fully
vested in my pension.

Maybe this is it.

- You're probably just tired.
- Mm-hmm.

I mean, it's been crazy.

You've worked a
lot of extra shifts.

I think the last straw was

when George called in
saying he had appendicitis.

I think it's a sign.
My work here is done.

I... I need to go talk to Sue.

I-I need to tell
her that I quit.

W-Wait, wait,
wait, wait. D-Don't.

- Don't-don't do that.
- Josh,

there's something
that we have to tell you.

George having
appendicitis isn't a sign.

It's a prank.

All these years,

you've managed to
avoid the full moon,

and you kind of brag about it.

So we thought you
could use a dose of crazy.

A-And it was supposed
to be funny, you know?

We didn't think that it
would affect you like this,

and we're really sorry.

Terribly, terribly
sorry. Please don't quit.

I...

knew it.

I mean, not at first.

You guys really had
me going for a while,

but once George called in
saying he had appendicitis,

that's when I knew.

- How?
- Because I approved his time off

for the last time he had
his appendix removed.

Three years ago.

It really is good to
be the under boss.

And, by the way, an under boss

who works every
Christmas and Thanksgiving.

And I do not brag about
avoiding full moons.

A lot.

So, we're good, then?
You're not mad at us?

I guess you'll have to wait for
the next full moon to find out.

Mm.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have asked
about my bio mother.

You-you don't have to apologize.

I just wanted to know
where I come from.

Who I take after.

That's perfectly natural.

You didn't do anything wrong.

I sort of felt like maybe I did.

That I hurt you.

No. No, no, no, no.

You didn't.

Don't worry about that.

We just want make
sure that you are okay.

We never want you to feel like

there's anything
you can't ask us.

Whatever you want
to know, we'll tell you.

There's something
I want you to know.

I'm not looking for another mom.

I have you guys,
and you're awesome.

You're pretty awesome, too.

I think...

we're all pretty awesome.

I love you both.

We love you, too.

I know it looks a little rough
around the edges, but...

It's a lot more than the edges.

What are we doing here?

I don't know, this house just...

- it speaks to me.
- Yeah.

It's speaking to me, too, and
saying, "Run far, far away."

Look, some new
windows, a fresh coat of paint.

A series of exorcisms.

You don't believe
in ghosts, Maddie.

It's called the
Murder House, Chim.

I don't have to believe
in ghosts to know

that I do not want to live here.

There wasn't a murder.

Much less three of them.

What? I thought that
the whole family died.

They did, but not
inside the house.

Look, the father was
driving home one night,

right before Christmas.

He had all three
girls in the car.

It was raining, and
the roads were slick.

And another car
bumped them off the road,

and they died.

God, that is awful.

Well, what about the mom?

The mom was at home,
wrapping presents.

She moved out the
day after the funeral,

and she never came back.

And-and the place has been
empty like this ever since?

She didn't want to let it go.

You know, not
without letting them go,

so she held onto
it until she passed,

which was last year.

How did you find out all this?

I tracked down
the current owner,

her nephew.

He hasn't even put
it on the market yet.

He didn't want to
throw the doors open

to all the vultures
and lookie-loos.

He hasn't even been
inside in a decade.

That's why it looks like this.

It's a height chart.

Three girls.

Wow.

A family lived here.

I think a family
should live here again.

♪ I had wondered
what was done to you ♪

♪ To give you such
a taste of flesh... ♪

Hi, I'm Denny Wilson.

I think you're my dad.

Like all seasons,
eventually the Santa Anas end.

♪ Didn't feel much of a
choice to suppress... ♪

The tension and turmoil
they bring are finally released

as they dissipate
over the Pacific.

♪ I'm afraid it will
take a time... ♪

The city rests,

and the familiar
cycle starts again.

The rain comes, though
less every year now.

♪ To build the walls of
my Jerusalem back up... ♪

We wait for the
jacarandas to bloom

and curse their
flowers when they fall.

♪ And I have reckoned with
what you've taken from me... ♪

Knowing that every
passing day brings us closer

to the return of those winds.

♪ I buried him beneath
the maple tree ♪

♪ There's no joy in
dancing with the dead ♪

♪ But I'll forgive you now ♪

♪ Release you
from all the blame ♪

♪ I know how ♪

♪ And I'll forgive you now... ♪

And the one inescapable
fact about this city...

that at any moment

the whole place could burn.

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