All language subtitles for The.Burbs.S01E06.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL

There's a rumor
that Alison Grant's parents

killed her and buried her
in the basement.

Twenty years ago, a teenage
girl was murdered out here.

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

But now I think it was Rob.

-There's somebody out here.
-Samira?

What are you doing here?

Alison, this isn't cool.

You're going to regret this.

Could you cover for me, please?

Hinkley Hills Police Department.

You can't go chasing
after every troubled teen

that decides to run away.

-Who are you?
-Betsy.

Betsy Wilson, Gary's wife.

Sardine?

Dude, Alison's sardines.

Sardines?

What if Betsy is Alison?

-Uh, help.
-Are you okay?

You look tranqed out.
What's goin' on?

You're gonna be all right, Lynn.

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

Alison.

It's you.

It's really you.

He's back.
You have to go.

From the way
she got us out of there,

one thing's very clear to me.

Gary may be Alison's captor.

Remember, you aren't here.

Welcome home.

♪ Will somebody wear me ♪
♪ To the fair? ♪

♪ To the morning, ♪
♪ Sings the lovely flower ♪

♪ Will a lady pin me ♪
♪ In her hair? ♪

♪ Hmm, hmm, hmm ♪

♪ Will a child find me ♪
♪ By a stream? ♪

♪ Gaily laughing ♪
♪ In a sun dream shower ♪

♪ Ooh, kiss my petals ♪

♪ Weave me through a dream ♪

♪ For all of these ♪
♪ Simple things ♪

♪ And much more ♪

♪ A flower was born ♪

♪ It blooms to spread love ♪
♪ And joy ♪

♪ Faith and hope ♪
♪ To people forlorn ♪

♪ Inside every man ♪

♪ Lives the seed of a flower ♪

♪ If he looks within ♪

♪ He finds beauty and power ♪

Watch

♪ La, la, la, la, ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

Hey, stay away from the window.

How the tables have turned.

Stop. I got it.

Hey.

As long as, you know,
she slept through the night,

I couldn't.

I can't believe
she's actually here.

-Safe.
-Well, she's not safe though,

is she? Not with him.

-I don't know, Rob.
-When I was over at the house,

she seemed pretty comfortable.

Yeah. That makes sense.

Its classic Stockholm syndrome,
isn't it?

Gary abducts Alison
20 years ago,

takes her somewhere far away.

Very easy for him to make
himself her entire world.

Then 20 years
of "marriage" later,

she's completely dependent
on him,

broken down, brainwashed.

This whole thing
is hard to wrap my head around.

I've read, um...

well, published quite a lot
of books on trauma.

It's been rather the hot topic
for the past couple of years.

The body keeps the score.

Okay. Brene Black.

Peekaboo.

It's Brown. But...

Why would a kidnapper bring
their doll-like obedient victim

-back to their childhood home?
-I don't know.

Some weird, twisted play
acting fantasy.

Returning to the scene
of the crime.

He's a kidnapper. He's mental.

Have you got any better ideas?

-Okay.
-Come on this journey with me.

Okay. Let's Occam's razor it,

the most straightforward
explanations

are usually correct.

Alison really did run away.

Okay. She graduated
from the School of Hard Knocks,

survived the best way
she knew how,

then meets an older guy
who's kinda good-looking.

-Good-looking?
-Has money

and Gary nicely compensates her
to be his beard.

His beard?

Yeah. That seems very plausible,
Mrs. Occam.

That's Occam, Esquire to you.

Maybe we should
just call the cops.

Oh, you gonna call
your boys, huh?

It's not my go-to action.

In the spirit of simple
solutions to simple problems.

Okay. Well, I'm gonna put
my Rob-hat on for a second

and ask,
what exactly are we reporting?

That there's a woman
who lives across the street

with her husband
who hasn't sought help

even though he leaves regularly
without her?

She's right, isn't she?

I need to think
outside the box...

rationally.

It's him. Hide the baby.

You're worse than me.

Is that Langston?

Supreez!

Uncle I is here
and I am bringing good energy.

Very, very good city treats

and a little bit of suspish
that everything isn't too well

in the Hink.

So, Rob,

that look?

Uh, I'm gonna need you
to rewind for a minute.

What do you mean not well?

They all call 'em.

The way that she thought
you were a murderer, I'd say,

"Uh-uh, not my way, bub."

-Thanks for your support.
-Aha. Aha.

Yeah. That whole call thing
was just some sleep deprivation.

Baby brain. Am I right, bro?

Have not earned that.

-May never.
-Totally fair.

-You think?
-But yes,

that is why Langston Poppins
has come to the rescue.

-That's not even a pun.
-I'm hung over.

You don't get puns, which is why
it's extra heroic of me

to come and take the baby off
your hands for the day,

so you two can at least get out
of this cul-de-sac,

actually reconnect.

-That's a pun.
-Wait.

So, you wanna take Miles?

6:10, the last train
back to the city, okay?

Until then, I'm on diaper duty.

-Oh, wow. Oh.
-I got it.

Go enjoy the day, all right?

Eat somethin' challengin'.

Be in appropriately affectionate
with each other in public

like I know that you two
little skanks like to do.

-Uh...
-Just go.

Have fun.

Have a bagel, I brought a lot.

Well, I would have liked
to spend more time in the bunker

to feel its spiritual vibe.

But I felt we were in a rush.

-♪ Nobody on the road ♪
-Lynn.

-♪ Nobody on... ♪
-Did you get all of that?

You seem a bit lost in thought.

Yes. I, um... Alison is safe.

That's wonderful.

-I'm so glad.
-Hmm.

Hey, Tod, can we have a minute?

Yeah, I will F off.

Why are you looking at Bill
with your mouth open?

What?

No, nothing.

He... he's my neighbor.

We're nothing but neighbors.

Yeah. There may be something
stirring between us.

You better be talking
about a swizzle stick.

Last night when I was zonked out

on Bev Fisher's benzos,

he walked me home

and I was overcome with...

-Gratitude?
-Feelings.

A lot of feelings.

I know I sound
like a teenager...

but I have been
grieving Marty for so long.

I didn't realize
how numb I had become.

And I don't mean
to sound melodramatic,

but is it such a foolish hope
for me to think that

I could once again drink
from life's sweetest nectar?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Get a hold of yourself.

That's Bill Festerson,

Bucket Hat Bill
you're talking about.

And Agnes, she would hound you
to your grave

if you so much as twirled
your hair around her husband.

You're right. It's too risky.

It was just a flight of fancy.

I will just let my feelings fade
into a frozen wasteland

like everything else
and everyone else in my life.

Howdy.

Did you see that? Did you?

I did.

Hi.

Oh, boy.

Honestly, I thought I'd wake up
this morning and realize,

like, maybe it was all a dream.

But she's alive, man.

-She's back.
-It's so weird.

I always imagined this day
would feel a lot more of a...

-A celebration?
-Relief.

She's been in there for weeks.

She didn't reach out,
didn't miss us?

Rob thinks
she's been brainwashed.

Alison? No, no way.

She always knew who she was
and what she wanted.

You can't tame a wild stallion
like that.

Stallions are uncastrated
male horses,

-you are aware of...
-Okay. Whatever, dude.

Point is, you gotta figure out
what's going on

from the horse's mouth
without Gary being there.

How the hell do we do that?

It's Sunday.

Gary leaves the house
at 11:52 AM.

He comes back two hours later
carrying a black nylon bag.

It could be silk.
Don't quote me on that.

But it's heavy or wet

'cause he carries it away
from his body

in his non-dominant hand.

-Wow.
-Okay, stalker.

I have a newborn.

I'm always at the damn house.

Look, that feels like quite
a narrow window of time

to sneak in.

-What if he breaks the pattern?
-No.

No one's sneaking in.

I'm gonna talk to her the way
my mom told me

how to make friends when we
first came to the neighborhood,

by knocking on the door.

But I need you guys
to follow Gary

and let me know
when he's coming back.

-Okay. Good.
-It sounds like a plan.

I think we should follow
Lynn, Tod, and Dana too

for an extra pair of eyes.
You good with that, babe?

-Of course.
-No sleep till that girl is safe.

Then maybe after that,
we could pop to IKEA.

-What's wrong with it?
-Dude...

-It's not bad.
-we say this as your friends,

but you could crack
a window here.

It really smells like divorce.

It's bad in here, Naveen.

Ali...

Betsy?

Alison.

Hey.

Um, I don't know
if this thing has audio,

but we really need to talk.

Wait, wait. What are you doing?

Well, I can imagine
you want Gary watching

as we try to steal his wife.

Hey, we're not stealing.

We're just talking.

Hi. Boy, did we get off
on the right foot

with that basement thing?

Holy crap.

I promise I'm not gonna come in

and start digging up bones.

But let me tell you something.

If you have bones in there

and you want them, you keep 'em.

It's your house, your bones.

Are you human trafficked?

Okay. You know what, guys?

Um, let me fly solo on this one,

but I appreciate you both
so, so much.

-Don't touch me.
-Okay.

I will once again F off.

Wait.

Well, why don't you surveil?

I could use your eyes.

-I got 'em.
-Okay. Great.

But your eyes only.

Let's not treat her like she's
some damaged little hermit.

She's a full person

and I know how to lure her out.

-What do you mean?
-Just watch.

I mean, listen.

Is that what... are you listen?

-I don't know...
-And I'm watch?

He's gone now, too.

Hmm.

So, the mysterious sack
was actually workout clothes?

Yeah. Pilates is famously
a low-impact activity.

-So, why so sweaty, Gary?
-Hmm.

Operation Scary Gary underway.

Tick tock.

Hey, maybe he's a cult leader.

That would track, Pilates,
alternative medicine,

woo-woo spirituality,
messiah complex,

volleyball harem Gary.

-Hmm.
-Come on. That Venn diagram

is very nearly a circle.

Uh, maybe he has a bad low back

and he's trying to strengthen
his core.

Oh, suddenly
you're the sensible one.

Well, I'm playing
devil's advocate,

a time tested legal device

to make sure you have
the strongest case.

Before we fall
into fool

I think it may be a little
late for that, sweetheart.

You're right, Mr. Bond.

Hmm. It's getting
kind of steamy in here.

Ooh, the spy who shagged me.

-Groovy, baby.
-What?

That was Sean Connery.

-Austin Powers.
-Who?

I don't know that man.

I was doing Sean Connery.

-Now you're Shrek.
-Shrek?

-That's Killer Shrek.
-What...

this honestly maybe worse

than when you thought
I was a murderer.

That's a truck.
Little garbage.

Fence. And that's a mailbox.

And that's a bush.

I totally understand why moms
narrate everything that they do.

It really tethers them
to reality.

I don't think.

So, are you as bored
as Uncle Langston?

Ooh. Ooh. You're a little wet.

Oh, okay.

It's a wet diaper, yeah?

Let's go change you again.

It's all right.

How are we so busy?

We're not even doing anything.

Babe.

Babe.

Target's on the move.

We're supposed to have
another hour.

Yeah. He seems
to be getting on very well

with that supple Pilates woman.

Supple?

What's that supposed to mean?

-Nothing. I just...
-I mean, you know...

I mean, that maybe
that's why he's here

'cause he's having an affair

with a very plain looking
Pilates woman.

-Hmm. Hmm.
-Was that what you would be doing

-in Pilates class?
-Nope.

I'm just, you know,
gaming it out a bit.

-Uh-hmm.
-For the record,

-I think you're very supple.
-Thanks.

Weird word supple, isn't it?

-I wonder what the etymology...
-Oh, shit.

He's leaving. Text Naveen.

-Wait, wait, wait.
-Look, he's getting out again.

What's going on with this?

He having a Sunday fun day,

grabbing a match a latte
and mimosas with his girls?

This dude is a busy body.

He's gonna go into Drinkley's.

I did not have Gary pegged
as a day drinker.

He was playing
that Pilates girl.

There goes my fap page.

But we might have another
Megan situation on our hands.

Do you trust me?

Yeah, of course.

No,
not just because we're married.

I mean, do you have faith in me

that I know what I'm doing,

that I'm not gonna do anything
risky or stupid?

If I'm brutally honest,
not entirely.

But we go along
with whatever it is

out of a mixture
of fear and love.

We'll buy the first one out.

What?

-You wanna have a drink with him?
-We need answers.

And Alison ain't the only one
who has them.

Mine's a Martini then.

Shaken, not stirred.

Look at you,
Austin Powers again.

No.

It's like a famous iconic line.

Okay, Drinkley's.

♪ Would I rather ♪
♪ Got ♪

There. Over there.

-I think it's time to go.
-You know me.

-Time to go.
-Yeah. Look like he about to get

-himself kicked out.
-No. We can't let that happen.

And Naveen's still trying
to talk to Alison.

Hey, Bear Gar.

You always get so intense
before we compete.

When's the trivia start?

-You know this guy?
-Oh, Gary?

He's one of our most
powerful players.

Be honest with me, he was back
there harassing the bar back?

He's just trying to see
if there'll be any late '90s

hip-pop questions.

Always a blind spot for Gary

no matter how many times
we send him a playlist.

This is about trivia?

Yeah. Yeah. We're a team.

We're called the, uh...

The Knowsy Neighbors,
K-N-O-W-S-Y, for the pun.

We are nosy.

-Dammit.
-That's a really good name.

Just don't cause a scene.

Well, I could use a drink.

A stroke of luck.

Our real teammate,
Tod was a no-show.

Well,
trivia isn't really my thing.

So, I'll probably drop out
after a round or two.

-Oh, no, no, no, no.
-I owe you about several drinks

after what I pulled
in your basement. Ugh.

Baby brain, you know?

Water main under the bridge.

Well, you and your wife
were awfully nice about it.

-Yeah, your wife.
-Um, sorry, I forgot her name.

Betsy.

Betsy, right.

I'd love to meet her some time.

So, how long you've been
doing Pilates?

-Have you been following me?
-Oh, no.

I just saw you come out
of Core Principles.

This is a small town.

Yeah.

Uh, lower back
started giving me grief

about three years ago.

-Pilates saves my old ass.
-Hmm.

Hey. And, you know, I don't
think Samira ever mentioned

but, um, how did you
and Betsy meet?

All right. Come on now.

-What game are you two playing?
-Trivia...

Besides trivia.

What were you
and that bar back arguing about?

'Cause that guy hasn't stopped
looking over here

since you sat down.

Betsy your beard?

Sure, yeah. If that...

gets you to stop
asking questions.

Really earning our team name,
aren't you?

All right, trivia nuts.

The category is
Hinkley Hills' History.

Well, whatever that was,
we covered for you.

And it seems
like you have a reason

to wanna hang around here.

Otherwise, you would just go.

And I wanna know
what that reason is.

Let's see
if you still hate this song.

Come on. Give me
a sign or like... come on.

♪ Hey there, Delilah ♪

♪ What's it like ♪
♪ In New York City? ♪

♪ I'm a thousand miles away ♪

♪ But girl, ♪
♪ Tonight you look so pretty ♪

♪ Yes, you do ♪

♪ Times Square can't shine ♪
♪ As bright as you ♪

♪ I swear it's true ♪

-♪ Oh ♪
-This isn't a rave, young man.

Thank you.

♪ Oh, it's what you do to me ♪

♪ Oh, it's what you do to me ♪

♪ Oh, it's what you... ♪

How's your vantage?

I can cover
the front door,

street facing second floor,
and the attic.

Roger that.

I've got eye on the street.

Hold on.

Oh, no.

Oh, come on. Hold fast, Lynn.

Are you picking up on this vibe?

I'm afraid so.

She's about to hop on Pop.

In what featured film

did Bette Midler
played Dixie Leonard,

a singer who performed
for US troops

in three separate awards.

Dixie Leonard?

-"For the Boys."
-No. Really?

Damn, Gary.

You are a treasure trove.

Our catchphrase
came from a Bette Midler film.

What's up, trivia dicks?

-Sorry, Samira.
-You're good.

Hey. You guys put,
uh, beaches for that last one.

-No.
-In the lead with 12 points,

The Knowsy Neighbors.

Ah, Knowsy Neighbors.

It's good. It's good.
We're the Cuckoo Daniels.

You guys are mauling us,

-absolutely crushing our nuts.
-Uh-hmm.

So, who's the secret genius?

Because I know
it ain't Knobjob Rob.

To be clear,
nobody ever called me that.

-I'm sorry, I laughed.
-You all know each other?

Of course, we know
the cops real well,

thanks to you.

She's got you there, nerd.

Danny, have you met,
uh, Gary and his...

Your wife and I
are in the same Pilates class.

-Oh, hey, now.
-Should I be worried?

Not about me.

I should get,
get back to my table.

Oh, dick.

See, we're pretty cool
with the cops now.

Hmm. Well, I should leave.

If you try to walk outta here,

I'll tell our friends
that Alison Grant is still alive

and trapped
in the Victorian with you.

So much to catch up on.

Where to start?

I'm getting divorced.

That's, like, my big thing
right now.

Um, it doesn't get more grown up
than that.

Megan sent over
the formal divorce papers.

They'd been, uh, sitting
on my counter for days.

I can't bring myself
to sign them.

I shouldn't complain though.
You know...

uh, you know,
compared to whatever the hell

you've been through, I assume...

feel free to correct me
with actual facts.

I'm embarrassed that
this is the state

that you're meeting me in,
but the truth is

I can't seem to think
of a single reason

why she'd wanna stay.

I had dreams.

I was gonna make
the world magical.

For the last 20 years,

I thought about
what had happened to you

and what you might have become

had you, you know, stayed.

Well, a backup dancer
for Destiny's Child obviously.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
your, uh, your big dream.

I, um, I can't believe I forgot.

But here I am stuck
in the house like always.

And Destiny's Child broke up.

For now.

Al, I'm really sorry

that we couldn't help you
back then.

I can't imagine
what you've gone through.

But we're here now
and we're gonna save you.

You're going to save me?

I'm sure as hell gonna try.

How long until he gets back?

Um, long enough.

We should talk.

I owe you an explanation.

Come on.

Rob grew up here.
We're your neighbors.

Did you actually think
we wouldn't put it together?

Answers, now.

Look.

I don't quite understand
why you've pegged me

as such an antagonist
from day one.

-You called the cops on me.
-You called the cops on her.

And I apologize.

But regarding my wife,
please respect...

there is some secrets
that wanna be kept...

that have to be kept.

Um, let's get back
to the small talk.

-How is your baby?
-Don't talk about my baby.

IPA.

Overpriced, well, if you ask me.

I only want one kind of beer.

-Beer.
-You would love the place

-that was here before.
-Hank's.

You know about Hank's?

It was a proper dive.

Toilets were like something
out of Trainspotting.

My nose are all blacked out.

They're so amazed,
the clientele.

Probably see this is nicer.

But other than that,
it's not got the same history.

No grit.

What happened to Hank?

He retired to Hawaii.

Isn't that right, Gary?

That's what they say.

And you know better.

What did you think he do?

Hank was my brother.

He's about as much in Hawaii
as Elvis

is running a gas station
in Pittsburgh.

I got to use
the little boy's room.

You wanna join me, Rob,
ask me a few more questions

over the divider?

-No, thank you.
-No? Okay.

You're genius.

How did you know to lean
into the whole Hank thing?

-I don't know.
-I just had an inkling.

Well,
that was giving Sean Connery.

-It was quite 007, wasn't it?
-Yes.

Basically, that bar back

-he was hustling earlier...
-Uh-hmm.

He's worked here for years.

Do you think Hank
isn't in Hawaii, he's dead,

or he is dead in Hawaii?

Either way I don't get what any
of that has to do with Alison.

I don't either

but I feel like
we're getting somewhere.

Marty, I'm torn.

I haven't felt
this alive since...

well, since you were alive.

Flirting is fun.

Feeling is fun.

I think I just want
to feel loved again.

And I know affairs are wrong.

Agnes would burn this house
to the ground if she knew.

And I suppose in a way

that's part of the appeal.

But life is so short, Marty.

You know.

So if you understand,

give me a sign.

Thank you.

I caught her pooping
on my lawn again

but what else is new?

You know what, Agnes,
live and let live.

That's my new thing.

What are you so chipper about?

Oh, I don't know.

Just feeling good today.

I think I might take a nice walk
in the woods.

Who gives a shit?

Okay.

They're talking
and they're moving.

Oh, shit. I lost him.

Tod, you have eyes
on Naveen and Alison?

Well, I don't have
a great angle,

uh, but I do see two squirrels
on the roof fighting over a nut.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Hey. Uh, who are you?

It appears to be
an unidentified Black male,

which I say
with a completely neutral tone.

I am Langston, Samira's brother.

Oh. It's great to meet you.

I see the family resemblance.

Again, I say it
in a completely neutral way.

I'm here watching the baby

and I'm about to die of boredom,
okay?

Uh, I don't know
how my sister deals

with the existential monotony

of new parenthood
in the suburbs,

but I've been watching you two
freaks from my window

and whatever you're up to,
I want in.

That's pretty much what Samira
does too, so come on.

Okay. Yeah.

I don't know where to start.

Wherever you're comfortable.

Just know that
you don't owe me anything,

but I'm dying to hear
what happened.

Well, as I told you last night,
I did not run away.

I was kidnapped.

Rob and I always felt something
bad had happened.

We couldn't shake that feeling.

But I knew...
I knew you wouldn't have left us

without saying goodbye.

It took me a long time
to piece together

what happened that night.

Obviously,
I went to meet the guy

I have been messaging,

I was gonna go to the city with.

And he wasn't who he said
he was, so we called that.

He just, um, knew what to say

to make me feel safe.

You're scared he's coming,
aren't you?

Is he hurting you?

Are you safe?

No, none of us are.

I've never been here before.

Woods are lovely,
dark, and deep.

Ooh. Ooh.

Oh.

I could do that all day.

We've got all the time
in the world.

What about Agnes?

Let's keep walking.

Bill, I'm serious.

I don't wanna be a home wrecker.

Why should we feel guilty?

It's karmic.

-What does that mean?
-Agnes and Marty.

What?

Oh, Lynn, you didn't...

I thought you knew.

Agnes and Marty made love?

I mean,
I don't know how far it went.

It's just that something
happened that night

of the McPherson's
scavenger hunt.

We saw them whispering
a few times after that

and then she said

you wouldn't have us
over for wine night anymore.

Me?

I thought she blackballed me
because of our parties?

Lynn, I'm so sorry.

I really thought you knew.

I have to go.

Hey, heads up,
don't get too close

because drones are super loud.

Not this one.

It's as gentle
as the buzz of a bee.

It's a prototype.
It's not even on the market yet.

So how do you have it?

I was an angel investor.

Oh, so you rich, rich,
like tech-oligarch rich?

Very rich in Bitcoin,

poor in emotional intelligence,

got-all-of-our-
Social-Security-Number rich?

I'm comfortable.

That's what rich people say.

-Okay.
-So what are you hoping to find

in this creepy, old house?

-Answers.
-Okay.

Can you be a little bit more
specific or at least juicier?

Strictly on a need to... no!

-Ooh! Close call.
-Ooh.

Like I said, it's a prototype.

Okay. Now you're approaching
the Victorian,

so, like, clock
at about 30 degrees.

Yeah. Can you not backseat
drive my drone?

Wait.

That's... someone's coming out
of the woods.

That's Lynn.

She looks like
she's in distress.

-Something happened.
-Let's go. Come on.

Wait, wait. I was...

I was told there will be wine.

Did you know you're the reason

I'm still alive?

What do you mean?

-The Houdini technique?
-I untied my wrist,

opened the safety latch
in the trunk,

and ran into the night.

But by then we're already
three states away.

Where was he taking you?

I'm not sure.

But I do know that
if you had not taught me

that stupid rope trick,
I would be dead.

So thank you
for being a giant magic nerd.

But if you got free,

why are you here with him?

I have to show you something.

It'll make sense.

Okay?

It's not even a couple
of minutes. He'll be back.

Another minute
and you need to go in there

even if you had to stand
outside the stall.

I don't like that idea.

Well, a lot of this
isn't tracking for me,

but I do have another theory.

Okay. Lay it on me.

Hank abducted Alison in 2005.

He confides in his brother Gary.

Gary helps him hold her captive

and then Hank decides
he wants out, he retires.

Oh, no, that's sick.

What? Keeps her for 20 years?

Where in the bar?

-Okay. Well, what do you think?
-Okay.

Alison escapes her captor,
not Gary,

but then meets Gary
when she's living on the streets

under an assumed identity.

Gary's skeevy brother Hank

is always talking bitterly about
how Hinkley Hills is gentrifying

and that's when Gary realizes
this girl's estranged parents

are actually still alive,

still living in Hinkley Hills

and sitting
on prime real estate.

No.

Gary murders her parents
for the house.

It's brilliant.

Or insane.

Do you believe me now?

I knew that man
was up to something.

I just... I never imagined
it would be this.

I'm sorry for ever doubting you.

Just don't do it again.

Is there a backdoor
back in the hallway?

Shit!

Naveen and Alison,
he's gonna see 'em together.

We pushed Gary too far.

He could do anything
to keep a secret.

Hurry.

Whoa.

What is this?

Gary and I met online
about a year ago

in a forum for cold cases.

He lost someone too,
someone who lived here

and we think it's connected.

Wait, wait, hold on.

Gary is a good guy?

We thought he was your captor.

What?

No, no. God, no.

Gary is weird

and, uh, a little agnostic

when it comes to social niceties

but yeah, he's a...
he's a good guy.

And this is our case room.

Uh, I don't know.

We're amateurs, you know.

I mostly started doing it
so that I could process

but it is everything
that we know

and a lot of what
we can't figure out.

You're trying to solve
your own kidnapping?

-Maybe.
-But we thought it would be best

to put together everything here
in this town

where it all happens.

Happens?

The subtle shift in tense
is freaking me out, Al.

Gary's brother disappeared
a year ago.

Naveen, it's still happening.

It could happen again.

Who do you think is behind it?

Okay. Be cool.

Let's hurry up.

Oh, no,
where did his pacifier go?

Don't stop.

We don't have time.

-Just go, go, go.
-I got... I gotta find it.

Okay. Okay.

How could you? How could you?

And Agnes, of all people?

Well, you won't be fooling me
anymore.

I want you out.

Out! Out!

Oh, jeez.

Oh. Oh.

God.

Oh.

Fine, you win.

But I am so mad, Marty.

I am so mad.

-Go.
-No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Shh, don't.

It's... you're not gonna
believe it.

-What's all the shouting?
-It's such a false alarm

and it's just like
a big misunderstanding.

-Well...
-And it's like the most

boring thing in the world.

Are you hiding something
from me?

No, it was... it was sex stuff.

-Sex.
-Okay. Okay.

Let's just go.

-And believe me...
-Yeah.

We don't want you
and especially Miles

to see any of that, so let's...

-Yeah.
-get the hell out of here.

Good day. Good day, everyone.

Guess it's back to boredom
for us, huh, little man.

I hope your parents
are on lease up or something?

-Naveen, are you there?
-Gary?

Don't hurt them.

-They're a step behind.
-Should we show 'em?

Circle of trust.

Door's open. We're in here.

Geez. All this paranoia

and still no one locks
their doors?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Who the hell is all of this?

Um, just something
I've been, uh, working on

for the last year of my life.

-So you're not in danger?
-Oh, she is.

Actually, we all are,
um, but not because of Gary.

I'll explain everything
when Gary gets home.

-He's not here?
-No, why?

-Did you see him?
-Yeah,

at Drinkley's,
but he left like 20 minutes ago.

-That's weird.
-He usually comes right home.

Um, maybe he found something.

Yeah, maybe.