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-Megan filed for divorce. -I'm actually down

to play whoever wins.

Samira: Hinkley Hills is Caucasian.

-That's the Burbs, babes.

Lynn: The evil overlord Agnes.

-Bill, you missed a spot.

Lynn: Marty and I moved here 15 years ago.

Goodnight, my love. Unfortunately, he passed.

-When you have neighbors, you're never alone,

even when you wanna be. Robert: What happened?

Samira: There was a little quibble.

Things got a little heated.

You're an asshole.

Don't you think we should know what he's up to?

Hello?

Dana: Look, we need to get out of here.

Samira: It's the grave of Alison Grant.

Dana: Do you mean that Gary might have killed that girl?

Samira: I think I hit something. Shit.

Gary: Thanks for stopping by, neighbors.

Robert: This was so reckless.

-I know something's wrong.

-"Rob shows a proclivity towards violence."

-Enough!

Naveen: What's in there? Robert: Nothing.

Tod: Let's just say it's not Gary

that we need to be worried about.

It's Rob.

Naveen: Why the fuck do you still have her phone?

You gotta get rid of it. Robert: It was 20 years ago.

Her body isn't down there.

So just drop it!

Samira: Where'd you go?

Robert: Just grabbing some water.

Samira: Oh, oh, uh-uh. I got exactly what you need.

Look, see?

All good. Almost home.

-Hi. Yoo-hoo. Samira.

Samira: Hi. Sorry, I'm totally blanking.

-Lauren Daniels.

We met outside the shops in the Plaza the other day.

-Yes, yes. Uh, sorry. I don't know where my head went.

Lauren: Baby brain. I totally get it.

You remember my daughter, Ains.

-Hi. -Hi. Good to see you, guys.

Oh, babe. -It gets easier. I promise.

-That's what they keep telling me.

-It's true. And you're already so brave

bringing him out into public.

I refused to take Ainsley anywhere

until she had her second round of shots, like, nowhere.

We were completely housebound.

-Really? Is that normal?

- No, it was insane.

Also known as the new normal.

Ains and I are almost done with our little walk.

-Thank God.

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

-What block party? -Are you kidding?

The block party.

Ugh, here, okay. I have the thing.

Samira: Oh.

How did I not see this?

-Baby brain. It's real.

My mother planned a beautiful party.

All you have to do is walk outside your house.

-Right. Agnes is your mother.

I knew that. -Yes,

and I appreciate your sympathetic tone.

The HOA throws it every year.

It's, um, it's a celebration of the community.

The whole village comes.

-The village of Hinkley Hills.

-I really hope you can make it, Samira.

There'll be so many nice people for you to meet,

other moms, and my mother

has, uh, really outdone herself this year.

Okay. We'll see you soon.

Come on, hon. Did you put some lotion on?

Ainsley: No.

Lauren: Come on, you can do it. You can do it, baby.

Samira: What do you think, Miles?

Lauren: Come on. Samira: Ready to party?

-Agnes, are you here to apologize

for falsely accusing me of absconding with your dog?

-Ha. No. Have you cleaned out the fridge?

-What? -Your walk-in.

The meat delivery for the block party

arrives tomorrow and it needs to be stored.

Bill will bring the truck by.

And also how many pies are you making?

-How many pies? -Marty's apple pie.

He always did a baker's dozen.

But under the circumstances, how many can I put you down for?

-Look, Agnes, the walk-in fridge, the pies,

the whole stupid block party,

that was Marty's thing, not mine.

And now he's gone. So you and Bill

will just have to find someplace else

to store your sausage.

-Lynn...

-...I know you've had a very difficult time

but this is my last year as HOA president.

-Are you dying?

-Gracefully retiring,

making way for a new generation of leadership.

-Well, until then, stay the fuck out of my fridge!

-You're gonna regret this!

The nerve of that woman.

Marty's barely cold

and she's demanding his fridge space.

Dana: Honey, it's been six months.

Marty's plenty cold. -And she wants his pie.

-Uh, I love pie.

Lynn: I know his pie is famous

but I am not just an extension of my dead husband.

I am a human being

with my own thoughts and feelings,

and my feeling right now is that Agnes Festerson

can fester right off.

Well, I'm sorry, Lynn.

Guys, this block party

seems like it's gonna be a pretty big deal, huh?

I wonder if Betsy and Gary are gonna show up.

-Betsy does not exist.

-What are you talking about? We met her.

-She has no digital footprints,

no social media,

no real person involved.

-Come on. Betsy Wilsons,

there's gotta be thousands of them out there.

-Hundreds of thousands of Elizabeth Wilsons.

Any number of them may choose to go by Betsy

but none are she.

-And you've gone through all of them?

-I've already said too much.

Dana: The party really is a blast.

I think you and Rob will have a nice time.

-Rob and I aren't exactly at our most loving right now.

-What do you mean? -Nothing. Couple's fight,

especially when you add a baby to the equation.

I'm sure it all will just blow over, right?

What? What's that look?

-Samira, when you and Rob argue,

um, you feel safe, don't you?

I mean, does he ever, uh, threaten you

or become physically aggressive?

-No. Why would you say that? -I wasn't going to say anything.

-Famous last words.

-When I was

watching Miles the other night,

I happened across a file in Bev's office.

-So you were snooping?

Lynn: Not through any of your things,

but two hours unsupervised

in my snootiest neighbor's house,

I'm only human, honey.

-Go on.

-There was a psychiatric evaluation.

-What did it say?

-Uncontrollable outbursts,

a lack of self-control.

Sounds like he was a pretty angry little guy.

-An angry teenage boy. Really?

Did you also find a tape recording

of him having a tantrum as a toddler?

-Well, we didn't wanna say either

but there is a door in the Victorian

and Rob's name is on it.

Tod: Don't touch my phone.

-Okay, guys. Robert?

You know how many Roberts there are in the world?

-4,738,489

in the United States,

none of whom grew up across the street

from the girl whose name is also in the closet.

-Alison.

What are you all trying to say?

-Oh. It's him.

"When will you be home?"

-Sounds pretty controlling.

-The baby needs to eat, okay? It's fine.

-Fine is the other F word Julia likes to say.

-Everything is fine. -Okay.

-See you guys later.

Lay off the wine.

Rob?

Robert: Samira?

What are you doin'?

-Making dinner. Samira: In the dark?

-I was trying to surprise you.

- I just got him down.

-Rob, I'm sorry but you scared me.

You came out of nowhere. -Shh. Keep your voice down.

-Holding a knife with blood on your hands.

-Blood? It pomegranate juice.

I was in the middle of plating that lovely pomegranate salad

that you like with the goat's cheese.

I haven't had a lot of luck going out recently,

so I thought I'd do you a romantic dinner here instead,

seeing as you always come back from Lynn's

all tipsy and happy and relatively normal seeming.

-Normal seeming? You're the one that's not acting normal.

I saw you the other night going into the woods.

Yeah. You said you were gonna get water?

I saw you leaving. You lied to me.

You've been lying the whole time.

-About what? -Your name.

Tod saw it on a door in the Victorian.

-Oh, God, when was that?

When you were over there vandalizing the basement?

-Oh, please. You knew that girl, Rob.

You knew her and you need to admit it.

-I never said that I didn't.

-And you went to a psychiatrist in high school?

-Yeah. That's hardly a secret.

-For anger issues? I'm your wife.

Why wouldn't you tell me something like that?

-We've only been together a year and a half. It never came up.

-It should come up. That's come-up stuff.

-Fine. What do you wanna know?

-I wanna know everything,

the truth, the whole truth.

-Okay.

The whole truth, counselor,

is that maybe my name is written on a door

in the house across the street. I've no memory of it

but it's definitely possible because we were friends.

And I did see a psychiatrist a couple of times

when I was in high school because said friend

suddenly disappeared.

And my mother, you know, moved the--

was completely contrary to her entire British being,

thought that maybe it was a good idea for me

to talk to someone about my feelings after that.

-Did it help?

-Yeah. A lot.

So much so that when we met,

and fell in love, and suddenly got pregnant,

and married 20 years later,

it wasn't really at the forefront of my mind.

Look, I love all of this

but it has been a lot, Samira.

So the truth is the other night,

I did sneak out into the woods for 20 minutes

to smoke a joint.

Miles was asleep, everything was fine.

But I didn't tell you 'cause I felt guilty.

I felt guilty that I can go for a smoke

and you can't because there's insufficient studies

into the effect of THC on breastmilk.

Because nobody thinks about the mother's comfort.

I do though.

I think about your comfort every single hour

of every single day.

-He's out.

He's perfect.

-He is.

-I'm sorry.

-I know.

-Maybe I just need to get out more,

see people.

There is that event this weekend.

-The HOA Block Party.

Yeah, we got a flyer for it in the mailbox.

-I'm in. -You are?

-It's a party. Parties are fun.

Well, it used to be fun.

-Used to be fun?

Babe, we are fun. We're so much fun.

-Let's be fun.

-It's such a pretty day out. -So beautiful.

Samira: Oh, look, balloons.

There's actually a lot of stuff here.

Robert: Yeah. No expense spared.

-Good morning. There's the...

-You, uh, think Gary's gonna show?

-What if we don't worry about him?

What if we just try to have fun?

Fun, remember? -Yes, fun.

-Hi, Samira and Rob.

-Hey. -Hi.

man: Thank you. -Thank you.

-That little girl's gonna make some money.

-That's awesome. Walters: A trash bin for you,

a trash bin for you.

Hey, don't forget to take out the trash.

Robert. girl: Look, Daddy!

-Oh. Hey, Walters. -Hi.

-For the little one.

-Oh, he's probably a little bit young for, uh...

-Oh. Don't worry. He'll grow into it.

-Ah, you made it!

-We did. Lauren: Okay.

This is Lauryn. -With a Y,

dying to meet you, gagging over you.

Lauren: And Kate.

-Hi. I'm Kate.

-I already said that. Kate's new here to Hinkley Hills.

She moved here a couple years ago after her husband died.

-In a car accident. Samira: I'm sorry.

-No, no, we were separated,

so please don't let that hijack

this conversation.

-This is about you,

you and only you.

Hello, Rob.

-Oh.

I, uh, better go check on Naveen.

Lauren: She's in good hands. Okay. What do you need?

Pediatrician, pedicure, podiatrist?

-Want me to hold the baby to give your back a break?

-Um, I'm not sure.

-Not writing him off yet. We get it.

-We totally do. -Totally.

-Ooh, isn't this so exciting? Yeah, we're here.

-Uh-hmm.

-Hey, buddy. -Yo, yo, yo.

Rob Fisher is in the house.

-The DJ voice has started already.

-Hey, Robert. Are you also here

to rock out with your cock out?

-He best be,

because Naveen the Machine

is about to light this shit up.

-Naveen the Machine? -Yes, my DJ name, man.

Robert: Well, I'm glad you're having fun.

Naveen: Yeah. Are you kidding me, dude?

I'm about to shoot my shot right now.

-Your shot? Yes. -Hottie from Drinkley's.

Remember I bought her a drink?

-You know she's a widow?

-Yeah, she told me all about it the other night.

And we totally trauma bonded.

She's vulnerable, I'm vulnerable,

she's lonely, I'm lonely

but we both still believe in love.

She's looking for solace

in the arms of a sensitive young stud

who can bring her to life again

through the erotic power of music.

-Don't do that hand gesture, please.

I would... Naveen: Oh, shit.

It is on. Follow my lead.

Hinkley Hills, are you ready to get this party started?

-Affirmative. -Hit the track!

-Wow.

-Go away, hag.

-It's me.

-Oh.

-A different hag.

I came to pick you up for the party.

-I'm not going. -It's not optional.

Do you wanna pay another $600

for improper trash disposal from the HOA? No.

-Agnes Festerson is not the law.

I'll appeal. I'll go to the governor.

I'll storm the capitol.

The state capitol.

-I don't think this is about Agnes Festerson.

I think this is about Marty.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-This is the first block party since Marty

crossed the rainbow bridge.

-He wasn't a dog, Dana.

He was a personal risk actuary.

-And a damn good one.

-He did love it.

He loved looking around the people

of this community and mentally calculating

how and when each one of them was most likely to die.

-God, if only he could have done that for himself.

Dammit.

You know at one point... -Uh-hmm.

-...he did give me the recipe for that pie.

I was just thinking about... -Goodbye, Dana!

-But...

-Okay.

Samira: It's not that he doesn't sleep, it's that,

you know, he mostly sleeps when he's moving

which means I have to keep moving so I don't sleep,

unless I figure out how to sleep while driving,

which I've done before but not on purpose.

-Don't you still have your Rock 'n Play?

-Oh, yes, the Rock 'n Play.

Oh, depending on your tolerance for risk.

-What do you mean? Lauryn: They got recalled

a couple years ago after a bunch of babies...

-Well, the position holds them and compresses the trachea.

The likelihood of death is still very low.

Marty calculated it for my...

-Oh, Marty. God, I miss that pie.

-Hey. Samira: Hey, babes.

-There's my girl

and my little guy.

-What you've been up to?

-Uh, wingman-ing Naveen.

-Ooh. -Wingman-ing.

Is that even a verb? Oh, it is now.

Anyway, mission accomplished.

Samira: Look at that. Robert: Yeah.

So I return a conquering hero,

and oh-so happy I'm no longer single.

Strictly-married-father fun for me now.

- Speaking of strictly-married-father fun,

Rob, we could really use

an extra pair of hands over by the grills.

Do you mind jumping in and taking a shift?

It would be so helpful.

-I should probably stay with my wife.

-Oh, come on. You're one of the dads now.

Grill duty, grill daddy. -It's okay, babe. Go on.

-Yeah? -Everyone's gotta pitch in.

-Okay. Yeah. Well, y'all chill,

I'm gonna go grill.

-Don't burn anything. Uh-hmm. -No.

-How has he been with everything?

-With the baby? Great. I mean,

he does feedings, changes diapers.

He's honestly a natural, maybe more than me.

-Oh, well, that's wonderful. -Yeah,

it's so good to see that he's doing so well.

Lauren: Uh-hmm. -What do you mean?

-It's just nice to see how he got his life together.

High school was kind of a challenging time for Rob.

-Well, sure, with everything going on across the street.

-You're talking about Alison Grant?

-Yeah. It was his childhood friend.

I'm sure it affected him.

It affects me and I've never even met her.

I heard a rumor that her parents killed her

and buried her in the basement and I was convinced, convinced,

that the guy that moved in was digging up her body

for forensic purposes,

because that made more sense than him

renovating his 120-year-old house

that he just bought. Baby brain. Okay.

-Who told you that was the rumor?

-Naveen.

-Hello, girls. You having a nice time?

Lauren Louise, I really need you at the helium tank.

-Okay, Mom. -Oh, I'll help.

-Yeah, we'll catch back up with you in a minute,

okay?

-Hey. -Hey, Tod.

Dude, who knew? You are the man.

-Well, I am a man, both in, uh, surname and species.

Uh, here, I thought you could use another sangria.

-Thanks. -Hey.

-Hey, you. -Can I make a request?

-As long as it's on my party playlist.

It's nothing specific.

I was just wondering if you could maybe

slow things down, you know?

-Yeah, yeah. I got you.

-Does the DJ get to dance?

-My usual moves are a little more up tempo

but, uh, I guess I could try

to be a little more interpretative.

-Oh, no.

-What, Dr. James, the dentist?

What's wrong? You missed a checkup?

-My wife sure didn't.

Dana: Me again.

-Dana, Jesus.

What the hell are you doing?

-I picked your lock. NSA training.

And frankly since you slammed the door right in my face,

you're lucky that I didn't come back with a grenade launcher.

-You don't have a grenade launcher.

-Second Amendment, baby.

You can't just burst in like this.

What if I were nude?

-It's nothing I haven't seen before.

Excuse me.

-Dana, this is a terrible violation of my boundaries.

Haven't you ever heard the expression,

"Good fences make good neighbors?"

-I'm not your neighbor. I'm your friend.

I'm your ally.

And sometimes allies

need to invade other allies

when the citizens are in need of humanitarian assistance.

In this case, pie.

You need to make it,

they need to eat it.

Move. I got everything. -Oh.

-I got unsalted butter, and organic honey,

crisp apples, and the key ingredient lard.

-Looks like you brought your grenade launcher after all.

-Well, to be honest, Lynn,

I didn't know what we were dealing with here

because I haven't been inside here for months.

-I've been finding it challenging

to let people into my private space lately.

-Yeah, no shit.

We were starting to think you were

maybe a hoarder now

like with fingernail clippings

and jars of urine,

so I have to say I'm very pleasantly surprised.

Oh, shit. I forgot the eggs.

-Eggs? -Yeah, you know, at the end

when you brush the yolk on the crust?

Oh, well, I'll just grab a couple from the fridge.

-Oh, no. They're not in there.

I, uh, I keep them in the cupboard

like they do in France.

-Okay.

-Hey, if it's something

-Megan. -Hi, Naveen.

-Naveen. Good to see you, man.

-Can we talk?

-If I may, you're due for a deep cleaning, Naveen.

Whatever our personal situation may be,

it's no reason to compromise your periodontal health.

-He always comes to schmooze with clients,

hands out those little flossers to the kids.

-Is that why he had his hands all over your ass?

You suddenly got teeth in there? -Let's not do this.

-You're the one who came here to see me spin

in my element at my vibrational apex,

just to make sure I saw you with your new man.

If I didn't know any better, Megan,

I think you were trying to make me jealous.

But I'm with Kate now.

A hot widow in case you didn't know.

So mission very much not accomplished.

-Are you drunk? -Are you drunk?

-Look, I was hoping to see you. -I knew it.

-Because I wanted to tell you to stop ignoring my lawyer.

-Lawyer?

-Pretending something isn't happening

isn't gonna stop it from happening.

-I didn't need it to happen like this.

-She seems nice.

Don't screw it up.

-Hey, DJ Machine.

We, uh, kinda got a lull in the beats here.

Also, you were looking a little dry,

so brought you some sangria.

-Are you trying to get me drunk, man?

Good. You take over.

You're The Machine now.

-Kinda just wanted to dance.

-Thank you. Wow.

-Rory, leaving so soon? -Oh. Hi, Samira. Yeah.

I was told I'm not allowed to sell cookies here today.

-Wait, who said that?

-Mrs. Festerson.

-Rory, Miles needs to, uh, take his nap soon.

You mind putting him in his bouncy chair for me?

-Uh-hmm. -I'll be right there.

-Naveen the Peen.

Did you guys wanna Lady and the Tramp this? Just...

-I've had an hour of that.

-Can you believe Megan showed up here,

draped all over her new man,

talking all this shit about a lawyer?

Bitch, you can talk to my lawyer.

-Do you even have a lawyer? -I'm my own lawyer.

I'm a professional. -You're a systems analyst.

-And he's a dentist. He'll probably give her braces.

He probably likes how that feels,

those little wire boxes running up and down his...

-Oh, God. Naveen, come on.

-Samira. What can I do for you?

-Did you tell Rory she's not allowed

to sell cookies here?

-Well, it was really more of a suggestion.

Robert: I thought you've moved on?

-I've moved on, bro,

with Kate the widow.

Speaking of, you gotta go smooth things over with her.

-What? Why?

Yeah, I may have freaked her out

with the whole wife showing up thing.

So just go talk to her. Yes.

Tell her how totally over it I am,

how Megan begged me to come back but I'm all hers.

She'll believe you.

Chicks trust married dudes. I remember.

-No, Naveen, okay? I'm kind of busy, all right?

-I got it. -What's the problem?

-Dear, this is an HOA event.

A time for neighbors to come together

and share a gesture of generosity and fellowship.

-No, I don't need you to get it.

Leave me alone, all right?

Get off. Stop it.

Agnes: Not a commercial opportunity

for any non-Hiltonian

who feels like showing up.

-Non-Hiltonian? Okay.

So is this a hard-and-fast rule? A zoning ordinance?

-No need to put me on the stand, counselor.

Robert: Naveen, stop. -Just little ol' me.

Robert: Stop it. -Trying to keep

everything nice and safe.

Speaking of which, excuse me.

Robert: Naveen, you burnt my fucking hand.

All right. Get off. -What the hell?

Robert: Stop it, fucking idiot. Agnes: Stop it!

-Those boys are always getting themselves into trouble.

Lynn: I must have watched Marty make this

a million times but I never did it myself.

-Pretty damn good for a first timer.

Smell that. Oh.

-You know, pie is what brought Marty and me together.

-Really?

-I had been dating an oncology resident

who ran off with one of his patients.

She only had seven months to live,

so they decided to spend it together.

I was awfully mopey, so a friend of mine invited me

to a pot luck to try to cheer me up.

And I was at that stage of heartbreak where,

oh, you just can't eat anything, like anything, you know?

-I don't know. -But there was this pie

and I thought, "I guess I could eat that."

So I ate a piece and then I ate another piece

and it tasted so good,

the more I ate, the hungrier I got.

And I felt as though I could taste again

and smell and want and...

-'Cause you remembered you were alive.

-Exactly. So I said to my friend,

"I have to meet the person who made this pie."

And it was Marty.

It was my person.

-I think it's just so special when you meet somebody

when they're doing something they're good at, you know?

You see them the first time and they're just shining.

I met Julia when she was in basic training

and I was like a supervising officer.

And I looked over and I saw her with the flamethrower

and she just lit up.

I mean, not from the flames but she just--

oh, she was just so fearless

and so strong and she just glowed.

And I was a goner.

-You must miss her.

-You know, separations are typical with what we do.

We sign up for it but I just really expected

that I'd be the one deployed

and now she's off doing something important

and I'm at home,

just always at home.

Now I bake the pie.

-Apparently, it's a very important pie.

-We should have some.

- You're right.

I will make the coffee.

Tod: Mr. DJ Machine,

looks like you're experiencing

some strong feelings right now.

-You can say that again, Tod Mann.

-Come on, buddy. Let's call it a night.

-You're a good dancer, you know that?

-Yeah, I do. Let's go.

Megan: Wish he would get out of this place.

Samira: Maybe he likes it here.

-People like what they're used to,

assuming it's good for them. There's too many memories here,

there's too much baggage he can't get out from under.

-Megan, what kind of stuff did,

uh, Rob and Naveen get into when they were younger?

-I grew up a couple towns over, different high school.

-Yeah, but you know.

Like was it regular kid stuff or something else?

-Is this about Alison?

-What do you know?

-What has Rob told you?

-That it was really hard for him when she went missing

and they used to hang out a lot.

-Naveen always said they were inseparable

since sixth grade, the three of them, best friends.

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

I'm sure they were little shits.

- Naveen said they used to get drunk

in the woods behind your house.

They have this secret underground place

they'd go to, like actually underground.

Naveen called it The Pit.

-The Pit?

-And then, Alison was gone.

-Were they suspects?

-People had their suspicions

but time passes and people forget.

-But the boys didn't forget?

-Naveen didn't.

Rob, I don't know.

Sometimes he buries stuff so deep,

he can't find it again.

Rory: Hey, Samira.

Miles is almost at three consecutive

minutes of tummy time.

That's incredible for his developmental stage.

-That's so great.

Um, I have a bottle in the fridge for him.

You can warm it up in a little bit. I'll be right back.

Rory: Hi.

-Violence?

Oh, he was mad mad.

-Thank you all for coming today

to celebrate our beautiful community of Hinkley Hills.

Every one of you has a role to play

and I commend you all for your excellent performance.

Please, give yourself a round of applause.

-Our HOA Block Party

is a cherished annual tradition,

a time for what I call the three Fs.

Friendship, fellowship,

and most importantly, fun.

This year, however, a taste of the bitter

has mingled with the sweet.

After 25 years of devoted and tireless service...

Dana: Hey, guys.

Marty's famous pie.

Come and get your piece.

Woo. woman: Oh, my God.

Agnes: I will be stepping down

as your HOA president to make way

for a new generation of leadership.

I'm proud to say that after 25 years,

our community is stronger, cleaner,

and more secure than ever.

And I am doubly proud to be passing

the presidential gavel to my own daughter

Lauren Festerson Daniels who will continue...

-She's so mad. Agnes: ...to ensure

that our beloved Hinkley Hills remains,

as it ever was, the safest town in America.

-Marty's famous pie.

I wonder how many she made.

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

-Smile.

Robert: Samira?

-Hmm.

automated voice: One new message.

Young Robert: Alison, this isn't cool.

You're going to regret this.

You're fucked.

Naveen: I guess I've always just been afraid.

-Uh, of what? -Of everything.

Heights, cancer,

my wife leaving me.

Sometimes my wife not leaving me.

-Huh.

Naveen: God, I'm so fucking pathetic.

Why do I suck so much?

-Listen, Naveen, I'm more of a data guy

than an emotional guy

but for my understanding,

which granted mostly comes from books,

a lot of people are afraid some of the time,

or even a lot of the time.

Uh, it's just part of the human condition.

-Yeah, but this is different. I have a core wound.

-Which is what?

-It's this thing that I learned

in beginner screenwriting class

I took a couple years ago

at Hinkley Valley Community College.

-Right. What is your core wound?

-I'm not allowed to tell you.

-Uh-hmm.

-I can't stop thinking about her.

I keep replaying that night

in my head over and over again,

wondering what I could have done differently,

wondering how it all went so wrong.

I wish I could tell her I'm sorry.

-Megan or Kate?

-No.

Alison.

-Okay, buddy. Let's get you home, okay?

-Okay. -Careful. Okay.

-Please make sure he's okay.

-Well, I was gonna leave him down

by the railroad tracks but now that you asked.

-Eat shit, Megan!

-I have him.

He's loose and ready to talk.

-Copy. I'll see you in five.

-Goodnight, Marty.

-Hey, girl.

Where you at? -The woods.

-At night? I don't know, baby.

You're just kinda giving follow the North Star to freedom.

-Listen, hear me out.

-Lay it on me, Harriet.

Samira: Okay, this might sound crazy

but 20 years ago,

a teenage girl was murdered out here.

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

-The crazy White dude with a bike?

Samira: No, the other one. But now...

I think it was Rob.

-Rob? -Samira: Rob.

-I've met Rob and I doubt

that he would wield so much as a shovel.

-There are a lot of red flags.

-Such as?

-He knew the girl

and he lied about it.

I mean, he might have dated her.

He left her a voice message

saying that she'd regret whatever she did to him.

He had anger problems.

He saw a psychiatrist. -Samira.

-Huh?

There's somebody out here. -Hey, Samira. Samira!

Samira: Not again.

-What in the hellhole?

Robert: Samira.

What are you doing here?