01x03 - Sardine?

[bunniefuu]

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
k*lled 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 m*rder enthusiast

obsessed with the promise
of a dead girl's bones

or he m*rder*d
Allison Grant 20 years ago.

Naveen: Why the f*ck
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...

[birds chirping]

[dramatic music playing]

Be a good girl, Darla.

[upbeat music playing]

♪ The further I go ♪

♪ The better I see ♪

-Lynn: I swear to God.
-[Darla barks]

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

♪ All around you and me ♪

♪ For several days in a row ♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la ♪

♪ Cosmic voices ♪
♪ Call me inside ♪

Agnes: Darla!

♪ And tell me ♪

♪ There is no need to hide ♪

♪ So in the hands ♪
♪ Of the devil ♪

♪ I dance the cha cha ♪

♪ In the hands ♪
♪ Of the devil I... ♪

[theme music playing]

♪ Get up, now ♪

♪ Place your feet ♪
♪ On solid ground ♪

♪ Get up, now ♪

-Wow.
-She's trying.

Robert: She is stunning.

Look how good
your genes are, Miles.

[chuckles]

Oh, you got a little...

-Wait a minute. Lips is popping.
-[knocking on door]

Lynn: Auntie Lynn is here.

-Thank you.
-Lynn: Oh, wow.

[gasps]
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.

[gasps] Did I mention
how gorgeous you look?

Oh.

Oh. Um, you had
a little breast milk.

I get these t*tties
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.

♪ Live for you ♪

♪ Live for you, baby ♪

[quirky music playing]

♪ Anxiety... ♪

What are you doing down there?

♪ I feel it quietly ♪

♪ Tryin' to silence me ♪
♪ Yeah ♪

♪ My anxiety ♪
♪ Can't shake it off of me ♪

♪ Somebody's watchin' me ♪
♪ And my anxiety, yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

[growls]

♪ Oh ♪

Good bones...

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Me ♪

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 b*tch!

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.

[Darla whimpering]

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

[dramatic music playing]

-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 f*cking flatbreads.

-Oh, I f*cking 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 f*ck?

Oh, my God. I'm weird.

You almost ate sh*t.

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.

[suspenseful music playing]

[water sprinkler swishes]

[suspenseful music playing]

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.

[Agnes screams]

Darla? Darla?

Darla? Darla? Darla!

Darla! She's gone!

She's gone!

Darla!

Darla!

[suspenseful music playing]

[sighs]

Agnes: Darla!

[knocking on door]

[indistinct chatter
on police radio]

[Agnes sighs]

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.

[sighs]

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 k*ll the dog?

No.

But I know my rights.

And you need a warrant.

[sighs] 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.

[mouthing]

Hey, Siri,
how do you get a warrant?

Like, obviously I know how

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

[suspenseful music playing]

[dog toy squeaking]

-Darla.
-Darla.

g*dd*mn 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.

DAF?

Um, Dusty As f*ck?

-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.

[bird cawing]

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?

-[Dana gasps]
-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 l*sbian 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.

[groovy R&B music playing]

Hey, my love.

Hey, honey.

Daddy's home.

I'm ready for take two
on date night.

[gasps] Hey, little man.

[Miles babbling]

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...

[cell phone vibrating]

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.

And Darla.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Samira sighs]

-See you soon.
-Be careful.

[suspenseful music playing]

[doorbell dings]

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.

-[sighs]
-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.

-[door bangs]
-[gasps]

sh*t!

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.

[ominous music playing]

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

[floor creaking]

Samira: Come on.
Darla could be this way.

Dana: Darla? Here, girl.

[floorboard creaks]

Yep. I just peed a little.

[object thuds]

He's here.

Dana: Psst.

Let's look for Darla elsewhere.

[ominous music playing]

[hip-hop music playing]

Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct conversation]

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 h*m*, 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...

[exhales]

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.

sh*t 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 b*tches,

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! [chuckles]

I feel like I've been
emotionally wedgied.

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

No. I think
we should f*ck the f*ck off.

-[floor creaking]
-[footsteps stomping]

-I... I'm with Tod.
-f*ck the f*ck off. Come on.

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

[suspenseful music playing]

[mouthing]

You guys...

Darla is not here, okay?

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

[all screaming]

[screaming]

-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.
-[Tod sighs]

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.

[chuckles] You said
you brought a... a gift?

Yes. We brought
a bouquet of wine.

-Yes.
-Dana: For us to all share

together as... [clears throat]
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... [laughs]
We're working on that one.

[laughter]

After you.

After us.

[cuckoo clock bird bellowing]

[soft instrumental jazz
music playing]

[clears throat]

[chuckles] 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. [laughs]

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.

♪ Let's poke around ♪
♪ At Fisher's house ♪

♪ Snooping like ♪
♪ A little mouse ♪

Shh. Don't tell anyone.

There you go.

Hmm.

[playful music playing]

What do we have here,
Mr. Miles?

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

Oh. What's this?



[clears throat]

"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?

[upbeat music playing]

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?



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, sh**t.
-We totally stole your spot.

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

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

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

Good thing
my middle name is Winner.

-[laughs]
-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.

[mouthing]

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

-Maybe it is.
-You got this.

-Oh.
-Oh. Quite the presentation.

Dana: Fancy.

[Samira chuckles]

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, sh*t, 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. [chuckles]

Samira: Let's try the basement.

Dana:
Are you sure it's this way?

Samira: No.

-[loud thud]
-[coughs]

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.

[mouthing]

Yeah.

[softly] Darla?

Darla?

Here, girl.

Darla.

[suspenseful music playing]

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

k*lled 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 k*lled that girl?

-Maybe.
-And then he k*lled Darla

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

She just went and sh*t
in someone's yard.

He did say the house
had good bones.

Dana: Another meaning
of the real estator.

That b*stard 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?

[upbeat music playing]

Proper form,
soft elbows, bent knees.


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.
-[gasps] Oh. Jesus.

Rob. You startled me.

Where's Samira?

I think I hit something.

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

and wet.

What?

sh*t.

It's a pipe.

[upbeat music playing]

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?

[door opens]

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.

[both grunting]

[suspenseful music playing]

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.

[dramatic music playing]

♪ Suspense is building ♪

♪ I don't wanna ♪
♪ Leave my home ♪

♪ It was at a distance ♪

♪ I see them peeping ♪
♪ Through my window ♪

♪ Will you believe me? ♪

Well, thanks
for stopping by, neighbors.

Let's not do this again soon.

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

♪ Suspense keeps building... ♪

[Darla barks]

♪ ...when I'm all alone ♪

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.
-[Darla barks]

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 ill*gal.

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.

[sobs]

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 work wear,

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.

[dramatic music playing]

It's Rob.

♪ One is ♪
♪ The loneliest number ♪

♪ That you'll ever do ♪

♪ Two can be as bad as one ♪

♪ It's the loneliest number ♪
♪ Since the number one ♪

♪ No is the saddest ♪
♪ Experience ♪

♪ You'll ever know ♪

♪ Yes, it's the saddest ♪
♪ Experience ♪

♪ You'll ever know ♪

♪ Because one ♪
♪ Is the loneliest number ♪

♪ That you'll ever do ♪

♪ Because one ♪
♪ Is the loneliest number ♪

♪ That you'll ever know ♪

♪ Because one ♪
♪ Is the loneliest number... ♪

Where'd you go?

Robert:
Just grabbing some water.

♪ Because one ♪
♪ Is the loneliest number ♪

♪ That you'll ever do ♪

♪ Because one ♪
♪ Is the loneliest number ♪

♪ That you'll ever know ♪

♪ One ♪
♪ Is the loneliest number ♪

♪ One ♪
♪ Is the loneliest number ♪

♪ One ♪
♪ Is the loneliest number ♪

♪ That you'll ever do ♪

♪ One ♪
♪ Is the loneliest number ♪

♪ That you'll ever do ♪