01x08 - Only One Way Out

[bunniefuu]

Samira: Safest town
in America.

It must have been boring, huh?

Agnes and Marty made love?

Tod: 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.

Alison:
My letters, the evidence,

they destroyed it.

Walters: I don't like to leave
a job unfinished,

Alison Grant.

[grunts]

Is that the f*cking garbage man?

He's got me!

[grunts]

No signal.

Somebody help!

Alison: Help!
Samira: Help!

Alison: Help!
Samira: Help us!

Somebody help! Help!

Help! Somebody help!
[banging on metal door]

Samira: Help! Help!

Somebody help us!

-Help!
-Help us!

Walters: Alison?

[sighs]

Alison.

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

I k*lled him,
like I k*lled his brother.

Like I'm gonna k*ll you.

[baby crying on baby monitor]

-Shut it off.
-My God. Signal?

Bluetooth.

[cell phone beeps]

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 g*dd*mn 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 k*ll 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.

[thuds]

It's done.

Ah! Wait, wait.

You owe me an explanation,

-right?
-We need the why.

All the great villains
have a confession.

Before they k*ll us,
they tell us a soliloquy.

[laughing]

Samira: Make it long.

Ladies, I just get paid

to take out the trash.

No!

[grunting]

[thuds]

Walters: Oh, sorry
that I have to do this.

-No!
-Now you should have stayed

on your side of the fence.

-[Robert grunts]
-[Walter groans]

-[panting] Rob.
-Samira.

Holy sh*t.

-Are you okay?
-Physically, yes.

But emotionally,
that's yet to be seen.

Are you okay?
Robert: Yeah, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Actually, it was strangely
kind of thrilling...

[gasps] Oh, no.

[Robert groans]

Get off him! [grunts]

[Walters grunts]

Samira: Rob, are you okay?

[soft moaning]

[dramatic music playing]

[body thuds]

Geez, Louise.

[breathing heavily]

He must have caught his head
on that.

Naveen: No sh*t, Sherlock.

-Is he dead?
-Yeah.

Okay.

So, I k*lled him.

[chuckles]

I f*cking k*lled him.

[tense music playing]

[music intensifies]

[theme music playing]

♪ If you're a long way ♪
♪ from home ♪

♪ Something just ain't right ♪

♪ That's evil ♪

♪ Evil is goin' on wrong ♪

♪ I am warning you, brother ♪

♪ You better watch ♪
♪ your happy home ♪

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

Miles. [exhales sharply]

Dana: He's good. He's good.
Samira: It's okay, baby.

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

We're good buds now.

[pants] It's okay. We're okay.

[gasps] Is that a body?

Tod: Hmm.
Samira: Yeah.

Oh, [inaudible] is dead.

♪ If you make it ♪
♪ to your house ♪

♪ Knock on the front door ♪

♪ Run around to the back ♪

♪ You'll catch him ♪

♪ Just before he go ♪

♪ And that's evil ♪

♪ Evil is goin' on ♪

Okay. What the hell happened
out there?

♪ I am warnin' you, brother ♪

♪ You better watch ♪
♪ your happy home ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Danny: 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.

[dramatic music playing]

-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 m*rder*d our neighbor.

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

lived in the Victorian.

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

sort of, run-of-the-mill random
k*lling spree.

-I know.
-Danny: 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 k*lled someone?

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

-I pushed him.
-You pushed him?

He was heavy.

Did he die by push?

[groans]

No, he fell.

He fell under this metal thingy
which I pushed him onto

on purpose
because I've k*lled him.

He's clearly traumatized.

This was self-defense.

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

Way to talking
in those p*ssy flaps

run of the big dogs, huh?

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... [clears throat]

[suspenseful music playing]

From where I stand,

this is all pretty cut and dry.

We're gonna write this up.

You folks have a good night.

[quirky music playing]

[Samira sighs]

[groans] wow.

What the actual f*ck
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 [inaudible]

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

There's nowhere else
I'd rather be.

Honey, I love you.

Ow.

We gotta stop touching
each other.

That really hurt,
but I love you too.

[dramatic music playing]

[baby cooing]

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?

[sighs] Yeah.

We got the guy
that did this to her.

She's safe now.

We all are.

Yeah.

[dramatic music playing]

[music intensifies]

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.

Samira: And a bad neighbor.

[laughs]

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?

Uh, what's next

is I'm getting the f*ck 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?
-Alison: 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.

-Oh, 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.

Naveen: 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 g*dd*mn boys.

[dramatic music playing]

Get her in.

[birds chirping]

-Dana: Sorry I'm late, guys.
-Oh.

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.

-Robert: What?
-I know that's right.

Lynn, you took your t*tties out?

-[Samira laughs]
-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.

-[coughs]
-That's my third.

I'm trashed.

I just get paid
to take out the trash.

Robert: What's up, babe?

The garbage man said,

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

-What about it?
-Samira: 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.

[dramatic music playing]

[sprinkler hisses]
[whimsical music playing]

[thuds]

[groans]

♪ I do it all night long ♪

♪ Hey, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, hey ♪

♪ [indistinct] ♪

♪ Ooh, I got a new one ♪
♪ For ya ♪

♪ I like the way that sounds ♪

♪ I'm 'bout to do it for ya ♪

♪ I like to break it down ♪

[dramatic music playing]

[cell phone chimes]

[sighs]

[knocks on door]

Dana: Tod, you in here?
Tod: You may enter.

I got something to show you.

-Are you ready for this one?
-Yeah.

[cell phone beeps]

Dana: 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 f*ck
out of this cul-de-sac.

All right then. Let's do it.

Robert: God, I love this street.

[doorknob clicks]

[Samira sighs]

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

Everyone that lives
in this neighborhood?

[groans] 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 [inaudible]

whatever you wanna do.

"All my love, Alison."

I don't get it.

Alison made us the trustees.

Robert: What?

Samira: 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.
-[sighs]

I appreciate that.

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

Mr. and Mrs. Fisher.

Or dare I say it, quite Bond?

Ugh. 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 k*lling me here.

That right there, is too soon.

Fair. Oh, 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, uh, everyone has a motive?

I kinda zoned out after he said

the thing about
Naveen's p*ssy flaps.

Samira: 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?

♪ Loving him is [indistinct] ♪

-Bet. [inaudible] man.
-[laughs]

♪ Loving him is fiction ♪

♪ [indistinct] to be here ♪

-God, I love this place.
-♪ [indistinct] attention ♪

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. [laughs]

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?

Kate: Uh-hmm.

♪ [indistinct] called lies ♪

Cool.

Robert: Wow.

Mr. Whitmore is here.
Samira: Who's that?

My history teacher, junior year.

What's his deal?

Robert: 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?
-Robert: I could have sworn

I'd seen him
in the library that morning.

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

Samira: 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.
Kate: Oh. [chuckles]

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.

[imitates Super Mario] Let's go.

[laughs]

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 k*ll 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?

Oh. 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...

-Uh-hmm.
-Hank...

-Uh-hmm.
-disappeared, right?

Oh, no.

Oh.

Ugh.

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.
-Oh,

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, hmm, 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.

[whimsical music playing]

Oh, Marty, we are f*cked.

[knocks on door]

[knocking continues]

[door opens]

Ah, man, what the f*ck?

Oh, hey. House key privilege.

Oh, 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?

Uh, attorney-client privilege,

I waive my secrets,
uh, 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 k*ll 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.

[sighs] I was afraid
you would confirm that.

So, what are my options?

Who else knows about this?

Dana and Tod, and now you.

Ugh. Damn.

[exhales sharply]
Why am I always m*rder adjacent?

I didn't k*ll him,
but I can't get arrested.

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

Oh, God. They'll find him.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

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

I have an idea.

[quirky music playing]

Dana: Going left, this way.

Shh, shush.

Okay, left.
Tod: Wait.

Dana: No, this way.
Stay straight. Stay straight.

Tod: I know, but...
Dana: Veering.

Tod: Sorry,
I'm directionally challenged.

Dana: You gotta work
on your biceps, Tod.

Tod: It's pinching my finger.

Dana: Tod? Oh.

Tod: Ah.
Dana: Oh, it's on my foot.

f*ck.
Tod: Shh.

Hey.

[sighs] 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.

-[sniffles]
-[clears throat]

Um, 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?

Oh, right.

Tod, you have a death wish.

[Lynn exhales sharply]

Samira: 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.
-Uh-hmm.

How you healin',
Benedict Cumberbitch?

Yeah. It's good stuff.

It's actually pretty painful

and traumatic, but thanks.

Oof, totally.

[gasps] 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.

-Oh, my God, you're so funny.
-I know.

-British.
-Yeah.

You know he was m*rder*d, right?

Ugh. I don't like to dwell.

Uh, that cat was such a weirdo.

[inaudible] 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.
-[chuckles]

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

We'll see you guys around?
Samira: Okay.

-Yes?
-Sounds good.

Samira: But Alison gave us
the deed and the keys,

so why lie?

She's here.

Hi, honey.

I have some big news.

Oh, lay it on me.

Guess who got
into Hinkley Academy?

Samira: [gasps] What?
Robert: Yes.

Girl, I'm so proud of you.

Oh, I can't say I'm surprised.

-Rory: Ah.
-You will remember us

when you do inevitably end up
in the White House.

Exactly.

Robert: I'll give you that.

Was there anything else?

Um, 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.

[dramatic music playing]

Dana: Your boy Naveen
coming tonight?

Um, unfortunately not.

He's on a second date.

-Are you okay, hun?
-Yeah. Sorry. [sighs]

Rory told me she overheard
Agnes and Lauren say

she and the other kids that
got into Hinkley Hills Academy

this year are trash.

-Lynn: What?
-And I just...

I feel a way about it.
Lynn: 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...

-Uh-hmm.
-telling you about.

Agnes led some insane crusade

to try to get him fired.

-And then he died.
-Uh-hmm.

-Agnes hated Alison, right?
-Yeah.

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

For decades,

people in Hinkley Hills
have gone missing.

Alison: We weren't the only ones
who went missing.

Gary:
He's about as much in Hawaii

as Elvis is running
a gas station on Pittsburgh.

Samira: 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.
Robert: But then the parents

complained to the principal
and the school board,

tried to get him fired.
Alison: 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...

[Alison screams]

To take out the trash.

-It's a bit on the nose.
-Samira: 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.

♪ Bum, bum be-dum, ♪
♪ bum, bum be-dum bum ♪

♪ What's wrong with me? ♪
♪ Bum, bum be-dum ♪

♪ Bum, bum be-dum bum ♪
♪ Why do I feel like this? ♪

♪ Bum, bum be-dum ♪

♪ Bum, bum be-dum bum ♪
♪ I'm going crazy now ♪

♪ Bum, bum be-dum, bum ♪

-♪ No more gas... ♪
-Uh-oh.

Oh, he's got moves.

[laughs]

That's right, ladies.

-This DJ can dance.
-Wow.

Naveen's famous ñadas,
short for piña coladas.

-Just think about it too much.
-[laughs]

♪ It's a thief ♪
♪ in the night... ♪

Hmm.

-It tastes like vacation.
-Right?

-Top secret recipe.
-Wow.

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

Like, it's like
a top secret recipe.

♪ It's too close for comfort ♪
♪ Oh ♪

All right. All right.

-I'll tell you.
-[laughs]

But you got to promise me.

You can't tell anybody.

No. Your secret is safe
with me.

-Okay.
-Uh-hmm.

The secret is
the dark rum float.

♪ Disturbia ♪

♪ It's like the darkness
♪ is the light ♪

♪ Disturbia ♪

♪ Am I scaring you tonight? ♪

♪ Disturbia ♪

♪ Ain't used ♪
♪ to what you like ♪

♪ Disturbia ♪

♪ Disturbia ♪

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

And I'm really good
at pools... [chuckles]

And nadas.

Ñadas

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

Oh, let me take care of these.

♪ [indistinct] ♪

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

especially anyone close
to Agnes and...

Right, you know.

[tense music playing]

Oh, my goodness.

-sh*t.
-Hmm.

That was amazing.

Oh, I can't take credit.

My friend gave me the recipe.

I'm gonna be right back.

I'm just gonna run to the, uh,

-ladies' room.
-Okay.

♪ It was tragic, they say ♪

[exhales sharply]

Robert: 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 k*lled their guy.

♪ Sitting alone ♪

Hey. I think I...

put too much secret
in the... in the ñadas.

Oh, no. Are you okay?

I feel...

♪ To pay for our sins ♪

[ominous music playing]

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

sh*t. It's going straight
to voicemail.

Try again.

[ominous music playing]

Naveen: Naveen, leave a...

Robert: The lights are on.
Samira: Okay.

Hurry.
Robert: Come on.

Samira: I'm comin'.
Robert: Naveen?

Samira: Naveen.

Robert: Naveen?

Samira: Naveen.

Naveen?

Oh, no. This is bad.

-[car engine starts]
-Rob.

Stop!
[tense music playing]

Naveen! sh*t.

It's them.

Nobody kidnaps our friend
in our neighborhood

and gets away with it.

♪ Disturbia ♪

♪ It's like the darkness ♪
♪ is the light ♪

♪ Disturbia ♪

♪ Am I scaring you tonight? ♪

♪ Disturbia ♪

♪ Ain't used
to what you like ♪

♪ Disturbia, disturbia ♪

♪ Bum bum be-dum, ♪
♪ bum bum be-dum bum ♪

♪ Bum bum be-dum, ♪
♪ bum bum be-dum bum ♪

♪ Bum bum be-dum, ♪
♪ bum bum be-dum bum ♪

♪ Bum bum be-dum, ♪
♪ bum bum be-dum bum ♪

♪ Faded pictures on the wall ♪

♪ It's like they talkin' ♪
♪ to me ♪

♪ Disconnected, no one calls ♪

♪ The phone don't even ring ♪

♪ I gotta get out ♪
♪ or figure this [...] out ♪

♪ It's too close ♪
♪ for comfort, oh ♪

♪ It's a thief in the night ♪

♪ to come and grab you. Ooh ♪

♪ It can creep up inside you ♪

♪ and consume you, ooh ♪

♪ A disease of the mind ♪

♪ it can control you, ooh ♪

♪ I feel like a monster, oh ♪

♪ Put on your brake lights ♪

♪ You're in the city
of wonder ♪

♪ City lights ♪
♪ Ain't gon' play nice ♪

♪ Watch out ♪
♪ you might just... ♪