01x05 - The Old Face-to-Face

[bunniefuu]

I'll see you at the block party
on Sunday, right?

What block party?

Lauren:
The HOA throws it every year.

The whole village comes.

Marty's famous pie.

Don't you dare touch
that woman's pie.

I wanted to tell you
to stop ignoring my lawyer.

DJ Machine,
you were looking a little dry.

Are you trying
to get me drunk, man?

Robert: Naveen!
Agnes: Stop it!

What were you drinking?
Bill: Those boys are always

getting themselves into trouble.

I wish I could tell her
I'm sorry.

-Megan or Kate?
-Alison.

Tod: Okay, buddy.
Let's get you home.

I have him.
He's loose and ready to talk.

-Copy.
-I'll see you in five.

I'm trying to imagine Rob
and Naveen as teenagers.

Megan: They had this secret
underground place.

Naveen called it The Pit.

Samira: Okay,
this might sound crazy,

but 20 years ago, a teenage girl
was m*rder*d out here.

And I thought it was
our new neighbor who did it.

But now, I think it was Rob.

He knew the girl
and he lied about it.

He left her a voice message

saying that she regret
whatever she did to him.

He had anger problems.
He saw a psychiatrist.

And the other night,
he was wielding a knife.

Robert: Samira,

what are you doing here?

[insects chirping]

[phone trilling, beeps]

Young Alison: Rob, please,
answer your phone.

Don't be such a d*ck.

[sighs]

[rustling]

-[sighs]
-Oh, thank God.

I was starting to think
you weren't coming.

-[animal howling]
-John?

It's me. It's Alison.

Rob, is that you?

[screams]

[groans, gasps]

[theme music playing]

Samira: Don't come any closer.

Samira, what are you
doing down here?

What am I doing down here?

What are you doing down here?

And, uh, why does your mother
have a dead girl's phone?

-She doesn't.
-I put it there.

-I knew it.
-Samira.

-Stay back.
-Stay back or I will...

-Or what?
-Slay me by a cell?

sh*t, I might.

Tell me the truth.

Okay. I heard the voice message
on this phone,

on Alison's phone.

What message?

-This one.
-[phone beeps]

Young Robert:
Alison, this isn't cool.

You're going to regret this.

You're f*cked.

-What did you do to that girl?
-Did you k*ll her?

-What?
-Did you k*ll her

in a teenage rage
and hide her body

in your creepy underground lair?

Are you out of your mind?

-Answer me!
-Robert: Jesus, no!

Do you actually think
I could be capable

of doing something like that?

You tell me.

Samira, you know me.

From where I'm standing,
I don't...

I don't know anything about you.

Well, then, maybe it's time
that you did.

[dramatic music playing]

♪ Sha, sha-ba-da, ♪
♪ sha-ba-da-ca ♪

We shouldn't have let her go
in there by herself.

Ah, Alison knows
what she's doing.

I mean, she said she's
almost done this before.

Young Robert: My mom says
people who hang out

at Hank's are trash.

I mean, we don't know
who this guy is.

We could go to jail.

Nah, juvie, the worst.

Okay. Well, what if we need
to hire lawyers?

I mean, we can't hire lawyers
without them

-telling our parents.
-Oh, sh*t.

Here she comes. [exhales]

Play it cool, cool, cool.
♪ A melancholy town ♪

♪ Where we never smile ♪
♪ and all I wanna... ♪

-Play it cool, play it cool.
-Man: Whoa, look at this!

Young Robert: Holy sh*t.

Did she actually do it?

I'm starting to think
you're not really

living life on the edge.

-What? And you are?
-Since when?

-[laughs] What's up, nerds?
-[Young Naveen exhales]

Now, who thought
I couldn't do it?

I never had a doubt in my mind.

Yeah. I mean, if anything,
he believed in you too much.

-Aww.
-Bunker?

-Yeah.
-Bunker.

♪ Love forever, ♪
♪ love is free ♪

♪ Let's turn forever, ♪
♪ you and me ♪

♪ Windmill, windmill ♪
♪ for the land ♪

♪ Is everybody in? ♪

-Young Robert: Let me get some.
-That was a lot.

-Let me get some.
-Oop.

Young Robert: There we go.
Take it easy now, please.

-Young Naveen: Okay.
-What do you guys think?

-What is that?
-Young Robert: Uh, my tune or DJ?

-Yeah.
-♪ One, two, three ♪

♪ My baby don't mess around ♪

♪ Because she loves me so ♪

♪ And this I know fo sho ♪

Yo, could I borrow
your cellphone real quick?

Young Alison: Okay. Look,
I want to support you...

Young Naveen:
I'm gonna get it this time.

Why don't you go back
to the card tricks...

-Young Naveen: Oh.
-from last week?

I have to master sleight of hand

using heavier objects.

Houdini spent hours,

you know, doing knuckle
exercises, untying knots.

Yeah. You know, that knot thing
you showed me

was actually pretty cool.

Yeah, this is what practical
magic is all about.

-Okay. No.
-Hey, give that back.

Hold on a sec.

Okay. In my hand,

I have an ordinary cell phone...

-My cell phone.
-from a brave volunteer.

Now, the single swipe
of my hand,

your phone will disappear.

-Young Alison: Oh, sh*t!
-[laughs]

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-Is it okay?

-It's all good.
-Nice one, Naveen.

Shut up.

Your parents
would've been pissed, huh?

-Not really.
-As far as they're concerned,

the less contact I have with
the outside world, the better.

They threatened
to take away my computer.

Young Naveen: Maybe they're
just worried that you're

messaging random strange men

in online chat rooms.

I'm assuming
they don't want you to get hurt.

That's what he's saying.

-You know what?
-I honestly don't think

they give a sh*t
what happens to me

as long as I'm stuck on this
f*cking cul-de-sac forever.

Are you still upset they didn't
let you go to that audition?

Because I promise,
they'll be [inaudible]

They act like
being a backup dancer

is the same thing
as being a stripper.

Well, maybe if you
just talked to them.

No.

There's no point,

but they'll see.

One day, they'll wake up,

and I would just be gone.

[dramatic music playing]

In the meantime,
let's get wasted.

Whoo.

[Agnes humming]

Robert, we go around
the Hogan door and hollering.

Young Robert: Around what?
[retch, spits]

Robert Fisher,
what's the matter with you?

-Are you drunk?
-No, Mr. Fester... Mrs. Fester...

that would be ill*gal.

I just had
some bad orange juice.

You're still running around
with that Grant girl,

aren't you?

When I tell your mother...

-Please don't.
-Agnes: Robert,

I expect better from you.

[sighs]

We all do.

What a f*cking stupid town.

A f*cking piece of...

Samira: No, no,
stay away from me!

I'm just turning on the light.

Oh, okay.

Look, I get why
you're feeling like you are.

I mean, it must have been
pretty crazy to discover

a secret underground bunker
with a morbid shrine

to a missing teenage girl.

This is not helping your case.

I know what it looks like, okay?

But Samira, you do know me.

I would never ever
have hurt Alison.

You swear on Miles' life?

Yes. I'd never lie to you.

Okay. Let's back that up

because there are a lot
of lawyers and wives

that would say that obscuring
and withholding the truth

constitutes as lying.

Okay. Yes.

Uh, I never intentionally
lied to you,

but I only ever
withheld the truth

because I really, really
didn't wanna go there.

Well, we're going there.

Now.

Okay.

The truth is,

I don't know exactly
what happened to Alison,

but I am responsible.

[suspenseful music playing]

[soft quirky music playing]

Rory: Please look
into the doorbell cam.

State your name
and the family password.

Rory, is that you?

It's me, Lynn Gardner,

the cookie addict you sell
to every week.

You know me.

Rory: And the most recent
family password?

[sighs]

Juvenile of the Cash Money
Hot Boys.

Thank you
for announcing yourself

as a trustworthy adult.

You may enter.

Where are our two
favorite Fishers... and Rob?

Well, Miles is in his bouncer,
but as for the adults,

your guess is as good as mine,
Mrs. Gardner.

Samira was here,
then she wasn't.

Rob came by, but he left, too.

Did they go back to the party?

Was it that good?
Lynn: Oh, no.

No. No, no, no.

This was the best thing
about it.

So I brought some to share.

Aww.

[chuckles]
[Miles cooing]

Hi.

It is getting late

and my parents are gonna worry
if I don't get home soon,

but I can't leave Miles.

Oh, I can watch him.

You? You can go.

I've done it before.
He loves me.

-Okay. I'll just text Samira.
-Lynn: Uh-hmm.

Rory: Her stored milk
is in the fridge.

He needs to eat again

in about an hour...
Lynn: Uh-huh.

-Before he goes down.
-Okay.

Oh, and he's really
into light jazz right now.

-Ah.
-Bye.

So, what are we gonna get
into this time, Mr. Miles?

Are you going to be
a well-behaved baby?

No?

Because Auntie Lynn
has a headache.

Sugar does that to me.

You'll understand
when you're older.

Whoa. Let's see.

What do we have here inside down

at the Fishers'
medicine cabinet?

Testosterone booster?

Oh, Don. How dear.

Aspirin. Oh, there we are.

Down the hatch.

[suspenseful music playing]

Is that a Rothko?

Tod: Hello, Naveen.

[grunts]

You said you were
taking me home?

Tod: I did. I meant mine.

And yeah, it's a Rothko,

one of his lesser-known pieces,

but still a f*cking Rothko.

Who are you?

Dana: You up?

How you doing, big guy?

Oh, okay.

I get it. Message received.

-What message?
-Oh, good.

Y'all saw me sippin'
and slurrin',

mixing my Midori's with my sours
at the block rager,

and now you're worried about
old DJ Naveen the Machine.

Is his life falling apart?

Has he hit rock bottom?

Well, I'm touched.

But just so you know,
I can stop any time I want.

Yeah, your circumstantial
drinking is not why we're here.

Not that we don't care
about you, buddy, but...

-Hmm.
-way off.

What do you know
about the disappearance

and possible m*rder
of Alison Grant?

That's what you guys
kidnapped me for?

You're free to go
at any time. I mean...

Good. Good.

Uh-uh.

No.

You...

Ow! What the hell?

You're the one that
slapped yourself, dumb-a*s.

-[dings]
-What, what, what was that?

No. Where is he going?

Dana: We thought maybe
you'd be overjoyed

to unburden yourself.

Unburden myself

for the kind of day
that I've had?

My soon to be ex-wife
is sleeping with my dentist.

I totally blew it
with the hot widow,

and I have the kind of


that means
I'm not gonna sleep tonight,

and I'm gonna be thinking
about every regret

that I have in my life,

and feeling my body
for possible cancers.

But you wanna dredge up
the past.

Let's forget about the past
for a minute.

You look starved.

-Yeah.
-Tod: That's right.

Soak it up, buddy.

Nice good cop.

Hmm.

So, uh, my partner and I here

have been looking
into some loose ends

in the Alison Grant case,

and there's no good way
to tell you this,

but a lot of loosies
are pointing towards you.

-Oh, God.
-You and Rob were questioned

-by the police, right?
-Yeah.

And we gave statements.

-Yeah.
-And what did you tell them?

-You guys know.
-You saw the police report.

-g*dd*mn it!
-You little f*cking punk.

This cul-de-sac
is meant to be safe.

And I'm gonna make sure
that it stays safe,

so you're gonna tell me
right now

where were you
when Alison disappeared.

Nice bad cop.

Are you guys... are you guys
serious right now?

And dude,
you danced to my beats.

Your beats were sick, yes.

But I need you to answer
the question, man.

Answer my f*cking question now.

-Fine.
-I'll tell you everything.

[sighs] I'm so sick
of the secrets anyway.

And I've never really talked
about what happened,

'cause we swore ourselves
to secrecy.

For the boys.

Are you out of your mind?

-Okay.
-It's not that big of a deal.

Not that big of a deal?

Okay. How did you
even meet the guy?

-I told you, a chat room.
-It's how people connect.

Young Naveen:
That's how perverts connect.

-What's going on?
-What are you talking about?

Young Naveen: Yeah.
Ms. Alison over here

just met this random old dude
on the internet.

Now they're gonna run away
to the city.

-He's not some old dude.
-He's 19.

Does this guy have a name?

Yeah. John.

-John. Yeah.
-Yeah.

He grew up around here
and he has a bunch of friends

that are dancers
and choreographers.

And he wants me to meet them.

He thinks I have real talent.

And how does he know that?

Jealousy is not
the best look on you.

-Okay. Okay.
-How do we know this guy

is who he says he is?

Because I do, okay?

He sent me a picture.

He's cute and he's nice.

And he wants to help me, okay?

Is that so hard to believe?

I just want you to be safe.

Dude, who are you, my dad?

I knew you were a nerd,

but I thought you were
a little cooler than this.

[exhales]

This is just really
important to me.

Could you cover for me, please?

Where did you tell
your parents are going?

The lock-in at your church.

I don't have a church.

You guys,
it's just this weekend,

and then, I'll be right back
to chugging OJ and vodka

and watching Naveen
fail at magic.

-Thanks.
-Please, do it.

For the boys?

-For the boys.
-[happy cheer]

[phone ringing]

Bev: Robert, stop bouncing
that ball and go to sleep.

I'll sleep when I'm dead, Bev.

Bev: Robert Raymond Fisher,

you do not speak
to your mother like that.

♪ Seventeen tracks ♪

♪ And I've had it ♪
♪ with this game ♪

[phone notification chimes]

Male automated voice:
One new voicemail.

Young Alison: Rob, please,
answer your phone.

Don't be such a d*ck.
♪ In a place like this ♪

♪ Anything goes ♪

♪ But don't blink, ♪
♪ you might miss ♪

Young Alison:
Hey, it's Alison.

Don't be weird.

Alison, this isn't cool.

You're going to regret this.

You're f*cked.

♪ Bring it back down, ♪
♪ bring it back down tonight ♪

Robert: So that's why
I left a message.

I wasn't threatening her.

I was trying to change her mind.

You felt something wasn't right.

Yeah.

But I was too late.

She was gone
and never came back.

Never saw her again.

So that's it?

Yeah. What do you mean?

I mean, all the drama,
the secrets,

and you were just trying
to be a good friend?

Yeah, I was a good kid.

I mean, I was known to hide
a little bit of weed

in my CD case from time to time,

but mostly,
I followed the rules.

It doesn't make sense.

I promise you,
I'm telling the truth.

No, I believe you. I just...

a girl from the suburbs
goes missing

and disappears into thin air?

No manhunt spearheaded by some
angry woman on television,

pretend that she's a lawyer?

I mean, Alison's White.

Well, this is the part
of the story

that goes
a little bit complicated.

Dana: So these cops knew
about this alleged male dancer

that Alison snuck off to meet?

Why wouldn't they question him?

Naveen:
They didn't know who he was.

We didn't know who he was.

John from the city
who maybe grew up around here?

I mean, not exactly
a lot to go off of.

Plus, we felt kinda...

-Angry?
-Jealous?

Yeah... yes. Okay.

But also, she was our friend

and she asked us to cover
for her, so we did.

-Hmm.
-We were kids, man.

We thought she was coming back.

Hmm. But she didn't.

No.

Young Naveen: Anything?

It's been three days.

I mean, what do we do?
Do we call her parents?

-And do what?
-Admit we lied?

She'll be busted and so will we.

Yes, but what if
she's actually in trouble?

What if that guy
wasn't who he said he was?

Okay? If she's in trouble,
we have to help her.

-Okay.
-So we... we're gonna find her.

We go into the forest

and we find the train tracks
until we find something.

No, not like in "Stand by Me."

-Just like in "Stand by Me."
-Do you not remember

what they were looking for
in that film?

-No.
-A body.

A dead body.

They were?

I must have fallen asleep
before it ended.

Look, if we can't go
to her parents,

then we have to go
to someone else.

Okay? Another adult,

one we can trust.

Officer Dan Daniels Sr.:
Look, I love that you boys

are trying to play cop,

but it's pretty cut and dry.

I mean, the family receives
uh, a runaway letter.

Young Robert:
But, Officer Daniels,

she didn't run away, okay?

She said she was coming back.
She told us, sir.

This happens sometimes, boys.

Uh, a girl tells
a boy one thing,

-and then, she does another.
-No, it's not like that.

Officer Dan Daniels Sr.:
It's in the hands

of the parents now.

The Hinkley Hills Police
Department can't go chasing

after every troubled teen

that decides to run away.

Okay. Well, why not?

What the hell else
do you have to do?

Well, what he means is,

we might have some information
that could help.

-Such as?
-Um, she was meeting this guy

named John.

Said he was 19.

He lives in the city.

-You don't say.
-But he grew up here.

Well, that should
narrow it down right there.

Are you not supposed
to be writing this down

or taking statements
or something?

Doing your f*cking job.

Young Naveen:
Uh, what he's trying to say

is we're trying to help
however we can.

Bill, you wanna take
these boys' statements down

regarding the Grant runaway?

I mean, what the hell else

do we have to do, right?

Bill: You got it.

Who wants to go first?

Me.

Bill: Come on, Robert.

[suspenseful music playing]

Young Robert:
A runaway letter in the mail?

I mean,
do you seriously believe that?

That she could just lie
to us like that?

Dude, I don't even know
what to believe.

Like, I feel insane.

I just don't think she ran away.

Uh, I just don't...

I just...

She wouldn't abandon us
like that.

Yeah.

[doorbell rings]

Bev: Robert, can you get that?

[sighs]

Hey there. Robert.

-Hi.
-Officer Festersen.

Did you find anyone?

Did you find anyone named John?

Look, boys.

I can only imagine
what you're feeling right now.

The Grant girl was your friend.

Alison.

Her name is Alison.

Alison. Of course.

We should've come sooner.

-What?
-She said she was coming back,

I don't know, she was only going
for the weekend.

And I feel like
if I came sooner,

I would have been able to...
Bill: Look, look, boys.

You're both good kids.

You did what you thought
was right at the time.

I won't tell you
not to have any regrets.

God knows I've got plenty.

But all you can do

is learn from them...

and move on.

-Yeah.
-Bill: Okay?

Dana: So, which one is it?
Did she run away

or was she...

-well, what happened?
-See?

That's where we got stuck

and that's where
we've been stuck for 20 years.

Maybe she abandoned us
without a trace.

Maybe some dance-loving stranger
m*rder*d her.

I mean, what are we supposed
to do with that?

-Still.
-Naveen: Did the guy tell her

not to hang out with us
'cause we're nerds?

Or did we actually let her
happily skip

into a m*rder scenario
and abandon her?

And after a while, we just...

we couldn't talk
about it anymore.

Dana: Town kept
talking though, right?

Town couldn't shut up.

Naveen: Most people thought
that she was dead.

Some people thought
her parents m*rder*d her,

especially 'cause they left town
in such a hurry.

-Did you think that?
-Naveen: I think they just wanted

to get out of here.

Too many rumors,

too many memories.

But Rob and I had to stay.

And some people...

well, they thought that...

we...

-This is sad.
-Naveen: Very.

You see why
I don't talk about it?

It really screwed me up.

But the only thing that Rob
and I are guilty of is...

missin' our friend.

I mean, that's understandable.

-It sure is.
-Dana: And it's admirable

what you did. It's...

it's very human.

-I'll say.
-Sometimes there are parts

of your past that you don't
wanna keep facin'.

Things you've been through
that you just...

-rather forget.
-I hear you, brother.

Yeah. Uh, there are things
that keep me up at night.

Uh, the odd sound and...

the dark.

I'm sorry that we did
like a semi-kidnapping.

-That must have been really...
-Hmm.

-Triggering for you.
-Naveen: Oh, no.

I was like passed out.

-It's cool.
-And my bad cop bullshit,

that was really rough.
I'm sorry.

-Naveen: Oh.
-It was fun, but it was awful.

Wait, you mentioned

that you three used to hang out

in a bunker in the woods.

Where is that?

-Oh, dude.
-We, uh... we buried that deep.

Show us?

Yeah. I mean, uh,

no one's been in there
for years.

-Oh, sh*t.
-You know what? I gotta pee.

Why don't you guys go
and I'll meet you after?

Tod: We can wait. It's fine.
Dana: No.

You know, when you got a...

vag*na?

Or is it your trick bladder,
per chance?

-Don't worry about it. Just go.
-Naveen: All right. Come on, man.

Let's go face our past.

My past.

Robert: By the time Naveen
and I went off to college,

we had stopped coming
down here altogether.

Haven't been here for 20 years
until a couple of nights ago.

There's still one thing
I don't understand.

Why do you have this?

I found it months later
after everything.

It was lodged in the dirt,


from the door to the bunker.

Why didn't you give it
to the police?

Robert: Because I checked it

and there was no
suspicious messages

other than mine.

It's not like anyone
was looking for her.

It was like nobody cared.

And as long as I had it,

it was like,
maybe she was still out there.

That maybe she might come home.

I've held onto it for so long.

Oh, Rob.

I'm so sorry.

Robert: It's okay.

Uh, I mean, it... it's not okay.

But we're all just fumbling
through life,

trying to process things
as best as we can, aren't we?

I should have
told you everything

as soon as we moved out here.

But I didn't realize this thing

would dredge you all up.
Samira: I'm sorry.

Your wife is too nosy
for her own good.

I mean,
I wasn't a hundred percent

with you either.

I accused you
of being a teenage m*rder*r.

You know, I broke
into your neighbor's house

and used our baby as a decoy.

-It's, uh...
-I mean, I wasn't gonna bring

-any of that up, but...
-We've both been

a little off since the baby

and moving here.

And I like it here

and I love our family, but...

I wanna love us here, too.

Robert: Maybe we can fix that.

No more hiding sh*t
from each other.

No more secrets.

Only the fun kind.

Naveen: Whoa. It's open. Hello?
Robert: Naveen?

Naveen: It's this way.
Yeah. Come on.

Oh, sh*t.

[dramatic music playing]

Woman 1: Are you done yet?

You're putting out
this [indistinct]

-No. Are you done yet?
-No, I'm not done.

I'd just begun.

Woman 2:
So, I'd just begun too.

Woman 1: But you know what?
When I'm finished

with this [indistinct]
you can go on, sweetheart.

Oh, Baby Miles.

I think I'm a bit sleepy.

I...

I'm just gonna put you down.

[sighs]

What pills did I take?

[suspenseful music playing]

Lynn: Oh, sh*t.

Bev, what have you done?

Samira: Hi.
You've reached Samira,

but why are you calling me?
Text me.

Samira, Miles is fine,

but I am a teensy bit
on accident. Uh...

Dana, it's Lynn.

Hello.

I'm about 42 minutes

into a double dose

of Bev Fisher's old benzos.

It was a mistake. I swear.

They were in a bottle
for pain relievers.

What else is she hiding?

I'm with Baby Miles
and I am desperate

not to fall
into a drug-induced coma.

Tod, I don't think
I have ever called you

on the phone before
and I hope this doesn't land me

on some kind of a list.

I'm in a bit of a pickle.

So, if you could swing by
the Fisher house...

Good.

Oh.

[Miles coos]

Man,

doesn't it feel good to revisit

and examine our core moments

and accept ourselves,

and process all of that?
Robert: You literally told me

to bring it down
and bottle it up

-the other night.
-Not now, Rob.

Wild that we all decided
to go down

-surviving into our past tonight.
-Hmm, not that wild,

considering that your past
have been a point

of obsessive focus
for everyone else

in the room... uh, bunker.

I guess it's just flattering
to be thought of.

Aww, Rob, the manners.

That is...

Your mom would be really proud.

-Are you still drunk?
-Drunk on love?

What is that?

Oh, dude, Alison's sardines.

Sardines?

Robert: Oh, God. Yeah.

She had a thing for them,
didn't she?

-Uh-hmm.
-Robert: A great source

of protein
and nutritionally complete food.

Yeah, I mean her breasts
smell weird as sh*t.

-Do you want 'em?
-Oh, f*ck you, dude.

Get that sh*t away from me.

-Robert: Ugh.
-Sardines.

Who else likes sardines?

Me.

And Betsy.

-Her, too.
-Gary's wife?

Gary's wife.

She fed us sardines, Rob.

That's a highly eccentric
snack choice

that I never wanna revisit.

Betsy never wants
to leave the Victorian.

So she clearly
doesn't wanna be seen,

and she's around
the same age as us.

What does she look like?

A lot like that photo,
to be honest.

Well, the years
can be cruel to all of us.

Samira:
She does look familiar, though.

Cute picture.

Is that your family?

It came with the frame.

Look,
I don't wanna sound ridiculous,

but what
if you're not the only one

who moved back home?

What are you saying?

What if Betsy...

is Alison?

Holy sh*t, what?

Well, then, we need to see her.

If it's her, then we'll know.

What are we doing? Let's go.

[inaudible] in there,
we can just go now.

Yay. You're home.

Samira: Oh.
Lynn: You're back.

You're back.
Samira: My little man.

Oh, my gosh.
Lynn, you are a lifesaver.

Thank you.

Little man was such a good boy.

[sniffles]

Hey, are you okay?

You have sodded a vice.
You look tranqued out.

-What's going on?
-I'm, uh... I'm fine.

Uh, why don't you answer
your phones?

Actually, never mind.

Just don't listen
to your voice mails,

any of you.

I need some air.

-You're in the air.
-Lynn: No, no,

the air over there.

Oh, we're gonna be listenin'
to those voice mails.

What the hell?
Robert: I think Naveen and I

should go over there on our own.

We'll be right here.

-Be safe.
-Okay.

-Ready?
-Dana: Yeah, what did I miss?

Tod: Meh, not too much.

[suspenseful music playing]

Marty, I need you.

How long
until these things wear off?

Bill: Lynn?

Lynn: Bill.

Who you talking to?

No one.

I could have sworn
I heard you say Marty.

Sometimes I talk
to my dead husband

when I'm sleepy.

I accidentally ate some drugs

and I don't even know
if they're prescription or not.

Please don't arrest
either of us.

Lynn, I'm retired.

I was just out for a walk.

But whose drugs did you steal?

-Bev Fisher's.
-Bill: Oh.

Agnes told me
that she has quite the stash.

Lynn: She does.

And they're all mislabeled.

It's barely my fault.

I was looking
for headache medicine.

[gasps] Did you know

that Don takes
testosterone supplements?

-I did not.
-Lynn: Do you take them?

You're so tall.

Let me join you

and sit with you
till you're ready to stand.

You're gonna be all right, Lynn.

Will you hold my hand
so I don't float away?

[dramatic music playing]

Oh.

What would Agnes say?

She'd k*ll us both.

[Lynn laughs]

All right. Uh,
what do we say if it is her?

How are you?

What happened to you?

-Never thought of that.
-We'll just play it by ear.

Yeah, yeah.

Robert:
It's probably not gonna be her.

Naveen:
It's probably not gonna be her.

Here goes nothing.

[doorbell rings]

[knocks on door]

Maybe she's not home. You know?

Maybe we should just go back.
Maybe she's not home.

The car's not there.

Samira said
she never leaves the house.

-She's gotta be in there.
-Okay.

Betsy?

Uh, Alison?

If it's you in there,
then it's us.

Rob and Naveen.

Yeah. She'd know that,
but it's all right.

Your friends who missed you.

Who worried about you.

Who have been desperate
to find out what happened to you

for the last 20 years.

So, please open the door.

I don't know what else to do.

-Alison!
-What the f*ck?

-Ali...
-Dude!

She doesn't want anyone
to know that she's here, right?

So, if she wants us to stop,
she'll have to let us in.

-Alison!
-Alison!

-Alison!
-Alison!

-Alison!
-Alison!

-Alison!
-Alison!

Jesus. Will you nerds
shut the f*ck up?

Oh, my God.

It is you.

Get inside
before anyone sees me.

Samira: Oh, my gosh. It is her.

Do you think it's safe?

I mean,
what if she imprisons them?

To keep them
from telling her secret.

You know, inflicts on them
what was done to her.

Trauma begets trauma.

That's how it works.

Well, she does love a knife.

Uh, can we not?

-Oh. What's happenin'?
-Oh.

[suspenseful music playing]

It's Gary.

Robert:
We thought you were dead.

-I never thought you were dead.
-Shut up.

Yes, you did.

Did you know we were both here?

Yeah. I have windows.

-What the hell?
-Why didn't you say something?

Or come and find us?

It's you.

It's really you.

For the boys!

Robert: For the boys.
Alison: For the boys!

-I feel worried.
-Should we feel worried?

-Uh, um, he's back.
-You have to go.

-What? Why?
-Well, he can't see you here.

-What are you...
-No, no. This way.

This... out this way.
Naveen: What's going on?

Robert: Couldn't you
just tell us? Are you okay?

Where are we going?

-Go down across the cellar.
-Watch for the hole.

Go through the doors
and the padlock code is 666.

Alison,
I'm gonna come and save you.

Dana: God, Gary's goin' in.

[suspenseful music playing]

Dana: Right there.
Come on. Come on.

-Tod: Run, Rob, run.
-Oh, it's about to go down.

sh*t, sh*t.

Samira: Rob, are you okay?
What happened?

-You were right.
-It's her.

-You were f*cking right.
-Oh.

-What did Gary say?
-Robert: He didn't see us.

We heard the car pulling in,

but from the way
she got us out of there,

one thing's very clear to me.

Gary may be Alison's husband,

but he might also be her captor.

[suspenseful music playing]

[dramatic music playing]