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You don't want to even be in the same house with me anymore?

Our electricity bill is through the roof.

Luke seems to regard me as a luxury he cannot afford.

Seriously, I'm done with dating.

I'm done with guys, done with trying.

Sorry to interrupt.

It's me. Elvis the elephant.

What the heck is that?

Contact! Contact!

Stay with me, man! Stay with me!

Stay low! Stay low!

Stand by.

Oh! Who... ?

They're coming.

Can you hear 'em?

What the... ?

I'm gonna need evac now!

Peter!

- Hey, Suze! - Bob?

Hey. Can you spare me just a sec?

Um... I guess so.

Great. First time in the new digs.

Business must be great.

Please, sit. It's been a while.

It has.

Sorry to hear about your mom. I always liked her.

She hated your living guts, Bob, but you knew that.

I did. I know, I know. I...

I deserved it. I mean, I treated you badly.

And I let you. And that was my bad.

Mm, it's all on me.

But that's not why you're here.

I'm not the same person, Susan.

Good, Bob. I'm glad to hear it.

Yeah, I've grown. I've evolved.

I'm listening more.

And, uh, it's the only way that I have the courage

to bring you this offer today.

Offer?

Merge with me, Susan.

Let's strategically spot weld Livingston-Kent

onto the Roman/Ireland residential real estate machine.

You want to go into business together?

Yeah.

Look, I'm not the creepy boss that cheated with you

on his wife anymore.

Yeah, I've done a ton of work on myself

and I am in a much better place.

I'm single, I'm healthy,

I'm doing visualization meditation,

hot pilates, I volunteer twice a week

at a Greyhound rescue.

And I am laser-focused on my career,

ready to take it to the next level.

We were great once together.

We were terrible together, Bob.

Are these sales projections accurate?

Uh, they're estimates, but I think they're

definitely probably achievable.

I mean, we were great together in real estate, Susan.

It was the other thing that was wrong.

- So wrong. - But if you just skip

to the graph volume over 24 months...

Wrong, wrong, wrong-wrong-wrong.

You will see that we are up 20% year over year.

With you and Luke beside me, there's no way we can fail.

Why us? Why Roman/Ireland?

There are plenty of bigger shops out there

better capitalized for expansion.

You're lean, you're nimble. You're bespoke.

I'm not doing this to get bigger, just better.

Go on, just take it to Luke, all right?

It's all I ask. Talk it over with him.

Bob, I've gotta go.

Okay. But you're going to talk to him, right?

When I get the chance.

Excellent. Perfect. Thank you.

Yeah, okay, Bob, now I have to go.

Okay.

Okay, this is gonna be quick.

Luke is on the road today checking out a cottage on a lake

in the middle of nowhere and Lomax is still

helping out her folks so it's just gonna be us.

I sent you the results of the title search

on the Bashir place. Just a heloc that was paid off

in 2023 but not properly filed. Parties have been notified;

should be resolved by the end of business day.

- Thanks, Tag. - Your, uh,

email on the Campbell house was disturbing.

Yeah. Nothing gets your attention

like a scary guy with a painted face and a gun

in your upstairs hallway.

It certainly sucks the thunder out of

my improperly filed home equity line of credit story.

Augie, we should start with a standard P-K-T,

unless you have any better ideas.

As good a place as any.

If you send me the address, I'll look into history

- and past owners. - Good.

And I'll try to talk down the owners.

They're pretty upset.

He was maybe 17, 18.

Skinny, could have been a lot younger, like 15 or so.

Except his eyes. I don't know. His eyes looked... old.

He was a soldier?

Sure looked like one. He had a rifle.

He kept making these gestures, moving his arms and hands around

like I should understand what the hell it meant.

Oh. Tell her about the noises.

Oh. This was weird. I heard jungle noises.

Birds, monkeys... I don't know.

- Did you hear anything? - No.

I was asleep until Dwight came stumbling in.

And you've never seen anything like this before in how long?

- Eleven years we've lived here. - We've seen enough.

We're gonna stay at my brother's place

until you get this figured out.

You are gonna get it figured out, right?

Absolutely. In fact, I'm gonna go through right now

and make some notes on staging while my associate

takes some readings.

What kind of readings?

A soldier? Was he sure?

He thought so.

I asked if either of them had ever served,

like if this was a really vivid memory,

or even a PTSD flashback, but no.

Huh? Did you... ?

You're breaking up.

Listen, I am lost out here. They gave me lousy directions,

the GPS is making it worse. It's...

Hey, we could really use you back here.

What?

I said, with the Campbell place,

we really... Campbell...

Hey, listen, you are cutting in and out.

Let's just talk later?

Okay. Okay, good luck.

What?

Take cover! Take cover! Coming from the right side!

- Oh, dear. - Shoot!

Bravo, we have civilians in the area.

... Up there. Go!

Grenade!

- Ah! Oh! - Get down!

- We gotta get outta here! - Grenade!

God! Help me! Help me!

Oh!

Are you... are you okay?

He was in the closet. He...

He jumped out and grabbed a grenade.

He-he threw back in there. It-it was like a war movie.

He, he told me to get down and then I did.

Hello?

Kinda lost. Can you help me?

I'm looking for a place on a lake and I'm, uh...

I'm lost.

Yeah, hi. Uh, this place, it's on a lake somewhere.

Is there a lake nearby with, like, a bunch of

- expensive cottages around it? - No.

765 Harewood Road.

This isn't Harewood Road, is it?

No.

Well, do you...

Can you tell me where Harewood Road is?

No.

Okay. Thanks.

Hey! It's, uh, it's me again.

I lost my car keys and it's locked

and I got no cell phone service.

Go away!

Look, I'm sorry, but I'm really stuck

and it's gonna start rainin'.

Can I please...

If I could use your landline, that'd be great.

I don't have one.

Do you have a cell that works because I got no bars?

- Don't have one. - How do you call people?

I don't.

Look.

There's a storm coming.

Can I come in just for a minute?

Please?

He jumped out of the closet,

grabbed the grenade and threw it away.

He was, he was some kind of soldier.

- What service? From when? - What do you mean?

Was he present day, World War I, II,

Iraq, Afghanistan?

No idea.

And he was wearing a helmet?

- Yeah. - Sorry. Go on.

Um, there were sounds.

Birds and things.

August recorded some of it. I'll ask him to send it to you.

And that was pretty much it.

It's pretty freaky.

Are you okay?

Pardon?

I was just wondering if you're all right.

Yeah, I'm, uh...

Yeah, I'm fine. Sweet of you to ask.

Good. Okay, then I'll, um,

I'll listen to August's tape and look over the recordings

and if... no! When!

When I find something I'll text you.

Thanks.

Nice place.

Bigger than it looked from the outside.

Well, I wouldn't know.

Outside doesn't matter.

Nice collection. How many do you have?

Enough.

Exactly enough.

I'm Luke Roman, by the way.

What's the dog's name?

- Erasmus. - It's a great name.

What does Erasmus call you?

Harry.

Well, Harry, thanks for opening the door.

I don't remember seeing a chimney from the outside.

Outside doesn't matter.

On a related subject,

what happened to the door I came in?

Well,

it's gotta be around here somewhere.

Right?

You were the one who wanted in so bad.

What happened to the door and what did you... ?

Relax, Nancy. It's right where you left it.

Aww.

How old was Erasmus when he died?

Thirteen. Not bad for the bigger breeds.

They just don't live as long.

And you?

What about me?

When did you die?

Shell. Everything all right?

You forgot your lunch this morning.

Again.

You didn't need to bother.

Well, somebody's got to take care of you

because you are doing a lousy job yourself.

Ooh, I don't even want to ask.

A bit of, uh, reverse engineering.

Feeding paranormal contact data into an AI algorithm to, uh,

formulate a response, initiate a conversation.

Those occasions, like today, when Luke is not available.

Ah! So who's the spook du jour?

Did those twins in the shining finally hit menopause?

I manage to not make

frivolous remarks about your killing machines.

It would be nice to have

that courtesy reciprocated.

Enjoy your damn lunch.

Ooh!

Now, can you say which, if any

of these forms of protective headgear

was on the soldier you encountered?

I only saw him for a second.

And you were totally freaking.

That's a given and perfectly understandable.

Still, if any of these is close, we'll at least

know the approximate era we're dealing with.

- I think it was D. - D! Excellent.

You've identified the M1 steel pot helmet

issued to soldiers from 1941 to 1985.

That narrows us to World War II, the Korean conflict and Vietnam.

- Okay. - Incidentally, I hope you

enjoyed the inclusion of the Viking helmet.

It was funny.

I've often been accused of being humorless.

This is my riposte.

Good one.

What's this?

We know the helmet our soldier was wearing. Tell him.

An M1 steel bucket worn by U.S. soldiers from 1941 to '85.

Hold on a second. I'm receiving an email

that is relevant to our conversation.

I'm happy to see that, uh,

Brunnhilde and Kaiser Wilhelm are off the hook.

Okay, August, so I sent your recording to an associate

who was able to wash it and then stitch it

to an AI adapter module for aviary identification.

- He sent it to a birdwatcher. - Ah.

Precisely. My friend was able to isolate two of the birds

on the soundtrack. One was the melodic song

of Merops orientalis, the Asian green bee-eater.

The other was the black drongo, dicrurus macrocercu,

a song that's a good deal harsher and louder.

And?

They're both endemic to Vietnam.

This is a little confusing. I've checked and none of

the past residents of the house

have ever served in the military.

Regardless, our young man seems to be

fighting the Vietnam conflict all over again.

So who gets to tell him the war is over?

I'll do it.

After all, he did save my life.

Hello!

Soldier?

Listen to me...

Whatever brought you back here,

you need to know that...

Ah!

Get to the LV! Now! Move!

Medic! Medic!

Come on, Pete. Look at me!

Talk to me!

Chrissakes, Pete, fight!

Medic!

Go! Move!

Are you still here?

Afraid so.

- My watch isn't working... - Time doesn't matter here.

So I gotta ask.

How did you know about Erasmus?

And me?

I kinda have a way.

Helluva way.

Like a glass of wine?

Is it good?

Russian River Valley Pinot Noir.

Doesn't suck.

And yet there's only one glass.

Hm.

Go easy.

You're driving.

I'm not so sure.

I lost my car keys.

Oh, you are. They're making you stay, but...

Not for long.

Who's making me stay?

You know.

Management.

You know, I never really...

I never really liked people.

My wife left me.

My kids,

they never really wanted much to do with me.

Bad choices. Bad luck. Bad health.

I was kinda lost.

And then, this fella came along.

Just a puppy running around the parking lot at Food King.

Hopped in my car. Never gave me a choice.

Never judged me, never told me what to do.

Only loved me.

Me, who had been led to believe was unlovable.

The goodest boy.

The very goodest.

Thirteen years.

The vet said he was in pain.

Well, we couldn't have that.

So I let him go.

Then I went home.

I went about dying myself.

Didn't take long.

And now you're here.

Mr. Roman,

I have a message I think you need to hear.

Not every soul needs to move forward.

Not every immortal spirit needs a kick in the ass.

Some of us just want to go back to that moment in life

we were the happiest and just...

Just be.

Don't you get lonely?

Lonely?

I've got Dickens!

Tolstoy, Austen, Joyce, Flaubert, Cervantes, Dostoevsky!

I have Erasmus!

I have enough friends to last me 17 forevers.

You're a really lucky guy.

You do what you do long enough,

you start thinking you know what's best.

Luke, they want me to tell you,

you don't.

Not always.

So listen.

I will.

I promise.

Good.

Hm.

Thanks, Harry.

That must have been terrifying.

Honestly, it's what we here at Roman/Ireland

refer to as a Thursday.

So, what do you have for us?

A lot. Okay, to start with,

I verified there's been nobody who lived in that house

for the past 50 years who's served in uniform.

- Checked and double-checked. - Then why would he... ?

That's the question, isn't it? But then I dug a little deeper,

which is what you hired me to do,

and came across her.

This is Lynette O'Connor.

She lived in that house in the late '60s and early '70s

with her parents. Her father was an insurance salesman

and her mom was a ... a-a mom.

I managed to dig through the archives

and came up with this picture from the 1967 yearbook

for Emily Bronte High School, the Fighting Brontosauruses.

Uh, this was on the prom page.

Oh my God! That's, that's him. That's the guy I saw.

But he looked older.

That's what I wanted to know. Let me dig a little deeper

and see what I can find.

Really great work, Tag.

Oh, one other thing.

You mentioned the hand gestures that Mr. Campbell saw.

Those are hand signals that commanders used

to communicate silently to their troops.

In Vietnam.

More soon. Goodbye.

What I don't understand is why now?

The war ended in 1975.

It was a complicated war in a complicated time.

I guess.

Do you remember it?

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You're going out? This late?

There's some eggplant parmesan in the refrigerator.

If you like, I could, uh, heat it up for you.

I'm not at all certain how late I'll be,

so you needn't wait up.

There's a troubled young man who needs my help.

What kind of trouble?

Did I ever tell you about my uncle Theo?

No, I don't think you ever did.

My father's older brother,

Was drafted in '67.

Did a year's tour in Vietnam.

Growing up I always asked my father

why we never saw Uncle Theo at family things.

Never at Christmas.

Dad said he didn't...

He didn't like being around people.

He said the things he saw,

the things he did in Vietnam changed him.

Indelibly...

And permanently.

That's why you struggled at Asdra.

Partially.

Oh, Auggie.

Susan Ireland.

Susan, Tag. Can you get to a computer?

Yeah.

His name was Robert Vincennes.

- You found him! - It wasn't hard.

He was all over the yearbook. Honor student, played sports,

sang in the choir. All of it.

Wow. All-American boy.

Drafted into the army in early '67.

Did basic training in Fort Polk, Louisiana.

Shipped out to Vietnam in May.

Killed in action at Khe Sanh in April of '68.

Yeah. I also did some looking for Lynette O'Connor,

the girl who lived in the house.

The prom date.

Now she's Lynette Meeker, a widow.

But she's still alive?

Still lives around here, in fact.

Send me her info. Address, phone number.

Will do. Ah, Susan?

I'm sorry for your loss.

Soldier?

Listen to me.

It's time to stand down.

War is over.

Time to stop the fight.

Return to a peaceful place.

Damn it.

Morning!

- Hey! - Did you find the cottage?

Oh, I got a little sidetracked.

It was late by the time I got to the lake.

I had to stay over. It was a nice place.

Should sell fast if we get better directions than I got.

Hm. So it was worthwhile.

Worthwhile?

Yeah. Very.

So tell me about the Campbells.

Ugh, Luke,

it'll break your heart. This nice local boy,

killed in Vietnam in 1968,

he's haunting his girlfriend's house.

Why? Why now, all of a sudden?

Rochelle.

Rochelle. Hi.

When did he leave?

Did he say anything?

A troubled young man.

Hm.

You're awake.

Good.

Now tell me...

Where's Charlie?

Young man,

your war is over.

- You need to... - Don't give me your bullshit!

They killed my friend.

His name was Pete and they killed him!

I know they're hiding in this village,

so you can either help me, or so help me God,

I'll kill you

and I'll kill your family.

It won't mean a thing to me.

It's like killing a bug.

I'm not your enemy.

Answer me!

Robbie.

Robbie.

Who are you?

War is over.

I'm your friend.

Look around.

You're home.

War is over, Robbie.

What happened to me?

- Mrs. Meeker? - Yes.

I'm Susan Ireland.

I have a remarkable story to tell you.

Do you have a minute?

So this place is special to you.

My dad and I didn't get on.

So, lot of times I'd come over to Lynette's.

Her folks are the best.

They'd set another spot for dinner and afterwards

her dad would come out and we'd throw a ball around.

It was nice.

Looking back,

those nights...

Playing catch with Mr. O'Connor,

going for a walk with Lynette.

See that tree?

After I...

Afterwards, I, uh,

floated around for a while.

This is what brought me back.

Brought me home.

Your best days.

Even after I went to 'Nam, we kept writing.

- And then? - I started writing less.

The place, the...

Ugliness, killing.

I didn't want to bring her into that.

Then...

- Oh, no. - What?

I, I brought it back with me.

The war.

I didn't mean to.

It's okay, Robbie.

No, no, no.

How could I...

Heaven isn't always a place you never been.

Sometimes...

It's the best place

you ever were.

Robbie?

I've waited for you for so long.

It's okay.

I'm home now.

I was reading the paper last night.

There was a story about

the remains of several U.S. soldiers,

as yet unidentified,

that had been repatriated from Saigon earlier this week.

So that's why now.

I finally get to say it.

Goodbye, my love.

Goodbye, Lynn.

Hi, Bob.

Yeah, I'm fine.

No, I haven't, and you know what, Bob?

I'm not going to. Okay, I thought about it

and, uh, Luke and I have built Roman/Ireland on a philosophy

that I just don't think you'll understand.

No. I trust Luke. He trusts me.

We have a chemistry and I don't want to do anything that...

No, Bob, this has nothing to do with our history!

Yes, I am totally confident that I can trust myself

around you, Bob.

No! Bob, no! Sorry, no!

I'm... I'm hanging up now.

I'm hanging up, Bob. Goodbye.

Die in a fire, Bob!

Hello. May I, uh, may I help you?

Hi. Uh, I need to speak to the person on the sign.

Can you be more specific?

The guy with the great hair.

Luke Roman.

He's, uh, not in right now. May I take a message?

Um, it's about Tyler MacNeill.

He is selling our house and I guess he has some

big business deal going on with him.

Buying a bunch of houses, renting 'em off

- to other rich guys. - Really?

Yeah, um, this Luke guy needs to know

Tyler is not at all himself these last few days.

He's different.

He's mean.

- I'm sorry. - He was a good man.

Yeah, rich, powerful and successful, but good.

You know? Decent.

I remember decent.

Anyway, he needs to know.

What is it that he needs to know?

Tyler is obsessed with Luke Roman.

Okay, Miss Ireland, think that'll do 'er.

Thank you so much.

You're pretty lucky. I don't know how the...

Fire got started over there, but besides the drapes,

you know, the damage is pretty minimal.

You guys were terrific.

Thank you for getting here so fast.

You know, it would've been a shame

if this place burnt down.

I mean, you've really done it nice.

Well, it is what I do.

- It is? - I'm a real estate agent.

You are? That's so awesome.

It can be.

I mean, no wonder this place is so gorgeous.

You're, like, a... an expert.

Well...

Well, um, you need to give me a call

if you need to find a new place because...

Maybe your, you know, maybe your old place

burned to the ground because you were just too...

Feel free to jump in at any...

Oh! Um...

They can't leave without me. I'm, I'm the driver, so...

Oh.

Um, Susan.

I'm Crash. Newberg. I, uh...

Sorry. It's Charles. They, they call me Crash.

Feel like there's a story there.

Maybe.

Uh, if, um, if you wanna hear it, um,

you'll have to have dinner with me.

If that's what it takes.

Okay. You can count on it.

I will.

All right. See ya.

Hey, Augie. What's up?

What's up?

What's this deal you're making with Tyler MacNeil?

There's no deal, not yet. It's an opportunity.

One that I was going to talk to you about.

I am your partner, Luke. Does that mean anything to you?

- Of course it does. - Because it means a lot to me!

I believe in what we're doing and I wouldn't even consider

doing anything to mess with it. So when I hear

you're out making deals without me...

Nobody made any deals. What are you talking about?

We are a residential brokerage. We help families find homes.

We do not help big corporations

buy houses to rent to families at a confiscatory profit!

Do you agree with that or not?

Yes. I agree with that.

The Luke I know, the one who I took on as partner

and who I gave my spare garage door opener to,

he would tell Tyler MacNeil

that we are a company that helps people and families

find their way home and that he should pound sand.

Pound sand!

Are you that guy or are you not?

I am that guy!

I knew you were.

Yep, somebody needs a hug.

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