All language subtitles for The Burbs s01e07 Do Not Mess with Suburbanites.eng

Robert: Yeah, your wife.

Sorry, I forgot her name.
-Betsy.

Lynn:
How did Samira figure out

that Betsy is Alison Grant?

Samira: What is that?
-The Alison sardines.

-Sardines?
Naveen: She's alive, man.

She's back.

For the boys.

Samira: Rob thinks
she's been brainwashed.

Robert: Classic Stockholm
syndrome, isn't it?

Gary abducts Alison and takes
her somewhere far away,

very easy for him to make
himself her entire world.

Gary: Remember,
you weren't here.

Robert: Does anyone ever
really know their neighbors?

Langston: I've been watching
you two freaks

from the window.

And whatever the hell
you're up to, I wanna be in.

Samira: What were you
and that barback arguing about?

'Cause that guy hasn't stumbled
in over here since you sat down.

What happened to Hank?
-Hank was my brother.

He's about as much
in Hawaii as Elvis

is running a gas station
in Pittsburgh.

-I did not run away.
I was kidnapped.

-If you got freed,
why are you here?

Alison:
I have to show you something.

-Wait. Hold on.
Gary is a good guy?

[upbeat music playing]

? Hey ?

-[groaning]
? Right here, right now... ?

-Hey! Hey, hey!
You want a piece of this, huh?

Tough guy, do you?
-Hey. You don't wanna do this.

-The asshole
tried to grab my wallet.

-He's pissed drunk.
He doesn't know what he's doing.

-Hey, Al.
-You cut off.

-Yeah.
-Hey, you drunk piece of shit.

-Hey.

Can you get this idiot
out of here?

-What?
-I've been taking a break.

-Okay. Let's go.

-Okay.
[cell phone ringing]

-Yes, Hank.

Yeah. Hey, hey, listen, listen,
listen, listen, Mr. Spencer.

I don't know how many times
I gotta tell you this.

I don't care
how much money you got.

I'm not sellin'.

Oh, yeah. A big mistake, huh?
Okay. Sure, sure.

Hey, go fuck yourself.

[phone beeps]
-[sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

[bottle clatters]

[suspenseful music playing]

? [indistinct] ?

? For the first time ?
? all around the world ?

[tense music playing]

[Hank breathing heavily]

[thuds]

[ominous music playing]

[tense music playing]

[theme music playing]

Alison:
Gary said he'd be right home.

Are you sure you didn't see him
leave the bar?

-No. I'm pretty sure
he was actively trying

to get away from us.
-Okay.

Well, it still says delivered,
not read.

-Maybe he's found out.
Samira: Yeah.

Alison, we were just with him.

I'm sure he's on his way
back home.

Is there anywhere else
he might have stopped?

Any other surprising hobbies
besides Pilates?

Does he cycle or clay?

I don't know why guys love that,
especially Rob.

-Guilty.
Alison: His pin shows him

near Highland off Winter.
What's over there?

-Not much.
It's kinda on the edge of town.

-Okay. Well, it hasn't refreshed
in half an hour.

So, that means
-Either Gary's posted up,

chilling or...
-Something happened.

What if somebody took him?

Gary's been poking around,
asking questions.

Whoever it is could know
that he's onto them.

We need to find him
and bring him, okay?

-Okay.
Naveen and I will go.

You can send us the location
of Gary's phone?

Alison: Yeah.

-Do you want me to stay?

Robert:
Alison, we got you, okay?

I'm coming. Calm down.

Dana: I know that it's easy
to jump to conclusions,

but this is Lynn
we're talking about.

She's a loving friend.
She's a caring hostess.

She's an appreciator
of buttery California wines

and organizes caroling
at Christmas.

-Also a murderer

who keeps her dead
husband's corpse in her fridge.

-Can't you hear what I'm saying?

I'm saying she definitely has

some sort of reasonable
explanation for this.

Okay.
Here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna talk to her.

Open, honest, straight talk.

She has the right to explain
herself.

-Yeah. You're right.
Innocent until proven guilty.

-Yeah. That's right.
The rule of law still applies.

-Fuckin' yeah, it does.

-Judy the librarian
is one of your suspects?

-[sighs] You think I'm crazy?

-Did that word come out
of my mouth?

I'm just trying to understand
how you and Hank are connected.

I mean, they're 20 years apart,
very different circumstances.

-Okay.

Look at the runaway note
my parents were sent.

-"Dear Mom and Dad, I can't
stand it here any longer.

I've run away from Hinkley Hills

to make my dreams
of being a dancer come true.

Don't try to find me.

As ever, Alison."

-I mean,
I definitely felt those things,

but I did not write that.

This is the letter Gary got
from his brother, Hank.

"Dear Gary, greetings from Maui.

I finally retired
at the place of my dreams.

Like they say in show business,
don't call me.

I'll call you. As ever, Hank."

Samira: As ever?
Alison: Yeah.

Does that sound like a guy
who spent years cleaning up piss

and puke
from the floor of a bar?

And we were the only ones
who went missing.

Okay. There was the social
studies teacher

who suddenly sent a letter
of resignation,

saying she was gonna become
a ski instructor in Switzerland.

There was a guy
who sold handbags

out of the trunk of his car.

One day, he left a suicide note.

But he's a really happy guy.

And then they found his car

over by the river,
handbags and all.

-Okay. The safest town
in America

has a lot of people desperate
to leave.

-Yeah. Now you're getting it.
-But why?

-[sighs] You know,
I begged Gary to lie low.

I said,
"Don't attract attention,"

but he kept going to the bar.

He took too many chances.

Samira, whoever is behind this,

we can't let them get away
with it.

They might do it again.

-But you say the family
of the other people

wouldn't give you any answers,

but is there someone else
who might have some answers?

Where would you start?

-I guess in my own front yard.

[suspenseful music playing]

? Outstanding ?

? So outstanding, baby, yeah ?

? Girl, you knock me out ?

-Wait, wait.
Is, is somebody in there?

-My brother.

-[gasps] Okay. Um, nobody else
can know I'm here.

-It's fine. I trust Langston
with my life and my baby.

-[sighs] Please, Samira.

The more people that know
I'm here,

the less safe we all are.

-He's discreet,

unless you're one of his exes.

-Please.

-[sighs] Just know
I'm sending away my kinfolk

and my free child care for you.

Remember that.
-Thank you.

? You blow my mind ?

? You blow my mind ?

? I'm satisfied ?

? I'm satisfied ?

? Outstanding ?

? You're so outstanding ?

-Ooh. Ooh. Agn�z Der�on.

-You did not just use
Beyonc�'s grandma

as an exclamation?

-The divine mother?
Yes, like you.

-Stop. Where is Miles?
-Oh, little man's all good.

Lookin' fresh.
-Ooh.

-Lil' stash just kicking back
in his little bassinet.

I came down
to do a little cleanup.

-Ugh. You dream.

-He is living the ideal
childhood, you girl.

This place is so wholesome,
so calm, so clean.

Girl, you get the trash truck

doing the damn thing
on a Sunday.

On a Sunday.
-Come on.

-These public works,
funded and functionin'.

No notes.

-Yes. Yes. It's wonderful.

-I feel like coming in America,

like the unseasoned folks said
they don't wanna go back to,

that never existed,
that's exactly how I feel.

-Yeah. That's why I'm really sad
to inform you

that you gotta go back
to the city.

? Hey, hey ?
-Wait.

You ain't pushin' me out
the door like this

since you and the basketball
captain used to pretend

that he was coming over
just to do "homework".

-It's not that I don't want you
to stay, you know?

-Hmm.
-But I just know

what's gonna happen
if you stick around.

You're gonna make me cocktails,

regale me
with your misadventures.

-Everything that you're missing.
-Exactly.

And it's really hard for me
to hear that right now.

-I get it.

You in your boring era,
it's okay.

I only came
because I was worried about you,

but I am glad that you found
your people here, sis.

And they're also weird.
And that's okay.

-As weird as you dancing
like you were just dancing?

-Girl, that wasn't weird.
That was swag.

-Is that how you pull them?
-Is it?

-I'm not--I'm not buying it.
-It's how I got the last three.

Let me see
a little something more.

Come on.
-It's how I got the last three.

-Ey! Woo! Woo!
-It's how I got the last three.

-I know that's right!
-It's how I got the last three.

-What you gonna do?
You can hit them with this.

-I can't 'cause I ain't got
a booty like you.

[laughing]

-Now, get your butt out of here.
-I love you.

-Love you.
Langston: And kiss my nephew.

[dramatic music playing]

-Thanks.

[birds chirping]
[cell phone vibrating]

-Where is it?
-There.

-Dude, we are so good
at this detective shit.

I feel like Sherlock Holmes.

-I think if anything,
I'd be Sherlock Holmes.

-Don't act [inaudible]
all right.

We gotta find a way
to break into this phone,

you know, get some clues.
-Good idea.

We need to be strategic
about this.

We're only gonna get
three attempts

before we--
-We're locked out.

-What?
-Yeah. It's not all ones,

all nines, or my birthday.

-Why would it be your birthday?

-I panicked.
-Wait.

Gary's phone is here
and he's not?

-That's, that's number one
off for Gary Bear.

-Right. We just need
to do some retracing.

I saw him last in Drinkley's.
-Drinkley's. All right.

You said he was talking
to that barback?

-Elementary.
-Man, that's enough.

-There's no shame
in being Watson.

Naveen: There's a lot of shame
in being Watson.

-To Drinkley's.

I'm putting your foot down,
Watson.

Naveen: I'm not Watson.
Robert: You are so Watson.

Naveen: Who wants to be Watson?

[quirky music playing]

Naveen: Okay. We go in.

We find the barback
that was talking to Gary,

and then we interrogate him.

Robert: What? Hey, hey.

We're not doing
any interrogating.

-What? Yeah. We corner him,

we wear him down, and we F him.
-Okay.

We're not doing any effing.

We just need to calm down,
all right?

When Gary went in that gun's
went it [inaudible] blazing,

they almost threw him out
of the place.

-Okay. So, what do we do?
-We wait

until Drinkley's closes,

catch him on the way out.

-Ugh.
Can we at least wait inside?

-No.
-You know, grab a spritz,

maybe pop
a couple chicky tendies?

-You're a grown man.

Please finish your words.

And obviously,
we can't go inside

because if we go inside,
then we're gonna tip him off.

-Dude, I'm starving.
-Fine.

Go to Hinkley Hills,
grab yourself a snack.

I'll stay here
and start the stake out.

-We're like buddy cops.

Will Smith and Martin Lawrence.

Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker.
-I get it.

-I'm Sandra Bullock.

You're Melissa McCarthy.

-What movie is that?
-"The Heat", dude.

Female representation
in the buddy cop space.

I'm also getting us smoothies.
-Okay.

[sighs]

-Ugh. Bill, you are an angel.
I really appreciate it.

-Not at all. I know how finicky
these old thermostats could be.

[Samira chuckles]

-Are you sure it's broken?

-Oh. Would you look at that?
You have a miracle touch.

-Just needed a good twist,
I guess.

-Uh-hmm.
This is so embarrassing.

Uh, Rob usually sets it,

but he's been out all day
with Naveen,

and I get worried
that Miles would get a chill.

And I don't really know doctors
out here all that well yet.

So, that gets my anxiety
spiking.

And before I know it,
I'm rambling.

-Well, I wish I could say
the worry goes away with time,

but parent to parent,

it's my duty to tell you,
it doesn't.

-[chuckles] Wait.

Lynn brought an apple pie
over yesterday.

Could I offer you a slice?
It's the least that I could do.

You know,
dragging you across the block.

-I've never been one to turn
down a slice of that pie.

-[chuckles] All right.

Would you like some tea
with that?

Bill: I'd love some tea.

That would be lovely.
Samira: Okay.

[doorbell dings]

-Hi.
-Hello.

-Oh, what, what, what,
what are you two doing here?

-Hi. We're just stopping by
to see our favorite neighbor,

how you do. And you look cute.

-We've brought you a comically
large assortment

of loose leaf teas

of different brands
and varieties.

-Is this an intervention?
I know my limits.

-We've been getting that
a lot, but no.

It's just getting chilly
to have wine out on the porch

and, you know, that cold
really aggravates my knee.

So, we thought why not try
something different? [laughs]

-And, you know, all the times
you've had us over

for wine night,

you've never once
asked me inside your house.

There isn't a reason for that,
is there, Lynn?

-Um...

Tod: Hmm, it's good tea.
-Yeah.

Very floral.
-Uh-huh. Yeah.

-You know what I love
about our friendship, this trio?

It's our respect for each other.

It's like we're close

but we really respect
each other's boundaries.

-Uh-hmm.
Dana: It's nice.

But also, we can talk about
anything...

[laughs] ...in the nicest,

most even handed,
non-judgmental way.

And we fully know that
we'll always give each other

the benefit of the doubt,
which is so good.

-Uh-hmm.
Tod: Yeah.

Why are you keeping
your husband's corpse

in your refrigerator?
-[spits]

-Jesus, Tod.

That is not how we planned this.

-It's just dragging.

Dana: Why even have a plan?

But yes,
why is he in Saran wrap?

For extra freshness, Lynn?

Oh, God. Are you eating him?

Lynn, are you eating him?
-What? No, I'm not eating him.

-Oh, God. Thank God.
-So, you admit it?

-Admit what?
-That he's in there?

-We saw you through the window
dragging him around

like a sack of taters.

-I--I'm not admitting anything.

I--I'm just--I, I, I,

I don't--I...

[sobbing]

-Honey,
we are your friends, okay?

And we're gonna help you
through this, whatever it is.

But you have to tell us
the truth

from the beginning, okay?

-I'll make more tea.

[kettle whistles]

-[sighs] Good pie?

-Looking forward to it
every year.

-[chuckles] I love the little
traditions you guys have here.

You're what Hinkley Hills'
left, right?

Yup. Been here since '82.

Whoa.
Those are some roots, Bill.

And you were a cop
the entire time?

-Forty-one years.

-Wow, safest town in America.

Must have been boring, huh?

-That's the way we like it.
-[chuckles] Yeah.

I guess you had a little
excitement every now and then,

like the girl across the street
that went missin'.

What was her name again?

-Alison Grant.
Samira: That's the one.

And ever since Rob told me
that story,

I can't get it
out of my head.

But you guys stopped looking
for her after a while, right?

Whatever happened with that?

-She was a runaway.
-You know that for sure?

-Her parents received a letter.

Family dispute,
outside our jurisdiction.

-That's a little convenient,
isn't it?

I mean, you guys didn't
authenticate the letter,

analyze the handwriting
or the language she used?

I'm not a crime lab guy.

Right. Any persons of interest?

-You know who you should ask
about this.

Your husband.

? I'm tired, ?
? you're out of my head ?

? [indistinct] ?

-What's up?
-Nothing. I,

I just texted Samira and said,
"Is everything okay?"

She said, "Bill's here.
Will explain later."

Why would Bill be there?

-I don't know, dude.
I guess she'll explain later.

-Thank God you're here.

? [inaudible] ?

-Can you believe she came back?

Alison is here.

Alive, breathing, blinking,

blood pumping through her veins.

-I mean, there's gotta be
a way to say that

without sounding
like a hungry vampire.

-I just think that,
like, we need to take a second

to process this.

Try talking about our feelings.

Come on. Go for it.

-Okay. Well, I guess I feel--

I--it, it--I, I feel...

-I feel like I'm watching
"The King's Speech."

-It's all just hard to believe.

-It's unbelievable.
And so I, I feel...

-Relieved?
-Yes, that's the word.

It's just so weird
that we spent all this time

like worrying about
how and what happened to her.

And then suddenly she's here.
And she kind of seems okay.

-Alison always had
this vibe, right?

She was always cooler than us,
always had this look.

And she still has a look

even though she looks so much
different now.

-So different.
Naveen: So different.

But now she's got this,
like, toughness to her.

Like she's seen some shit

and I think
she's a way vibe here.

And I swear
I'm not even kidding.

I think there's a vibe
between us.

-Naveen...
-What?

-...she's married to Gary.
-I know.

Do we know
if that's real though?

It could be a cover,
like a marriage of convenience,

like spies or assassins.

-I mean, you could always
just ask her.

-No, that will totally kill
the vibe.

Robert: Dude, he's here.

All right. Come on, let's go.

[quirky music playing]

-Well, it looks pretty good
all things considered.

-I didn't know
you could keep a body

for this long in a fridge.

-Oh, yeah, up to eight months
if properly sealed.

-[clicks tongue]

-You know, I, uh, found him

when I was coming home
from the grocery store.

I was putting the food away

and he was in here already cold.

Heart attack, I assume.

'Cause a hand was on his chest.

-Yeah.
No autopsy of course.

So it's hard to...

-Let's close this back up and...

keep the temperature consistent.

-I didn't know what to do.

I, I couldn't move.

I was frozen.

-Good pun.

-Well, you, you were in shock,

so don't blame yourself.

-But I knew that
I had to do something

but he was already gone.

And I couldn't make it real.

And then an hour passed
and another hour and then--

and then I thought, well,

it couldn't hurt
to, you know, keep him...

-On ice?
-Yes.

Until I was ready
to say goodbye.

And then a week passed,
and then a month and...

-What did you tell
to your kids?

-That their dead dad's
in the icebox?

-Tod
Lynn: Well, you know,

we're not exactly close.

Erica is still on that
sheep ranch in New Zealand

and it's such a long way
to travel.

And Maddie can't accept
phone calls at the ashram,

so I told them that we would
have a memorial service...

sometime in the future.

-I think that future is now.

-Yeah, I get it.

You left it too long.
-I'm so ashamed.

He wasn't perfect,

but Marty was my whole life,
my person.

I couldn't let him go.

-Lynn, honey,

grief is a beast, okay?

It's okay.

-Well, you know,
you should be able

to keep human remains
on your property

providing the proper reporting
procedures

have been followed, so...
-Oh.

-Yeah, and you filed
the death certificate, right?

Tod: Hmm.

Naveen:
We got this for the boys.

Robert: For the boys.
And I found out

it was from
a Bette Midler movie.

-No way. What a legend.

-Okay. Let me do the talking.

Hey, excuse me, mate.

Do you mind
if we have a quick word?

-What's he doing?
[car engine starts, revving]

-Oh, shit. He's running.
-Oh. Oh, dang.

-Quick. Get in the car.

Naveen: Go, go, go, go, go.

woman: Oh!
man: What the fuck, man?

-Shit, shit, shit.
woman: Jesus.

[tire squeals]

-Eh, no.

[Robert pants]

-I don't have
your trivia prize, man.

It goes to the highest score
that is still present.

-We won?
-Rob, focus.

-Look. We don't wanna hurt you.
We just wanna have a talk.

-But say the wrong thing
and we'll end you.

-He's joking.
-I'm not.

-Okay. Dude, I've got this.

Have you seen our friend Gary?
-Not since you have.

-Well, what were you
talking about earlier

that little kerfuffle
in the bar?

-None of your business.
-Maybe it is my business

because I'm a Knowsy Neighbor,
remember?

-No.
-What? Okay. Whatever.

Look, were you talking about
his brother Hank?

-Okay. Listen up, if I were you,
I'd drop all of this, okay?

Just go back
to your pretty little girlfriend

before somebody gets hurt.

-Is that a threat, dude?
-My wife.

-Are you threatening us
right now?

-I might warn you.
He's currently experiencing

some sort of smoothie-based
sugar high,

so I would stop
playing ball, buddy.

-I am fucking amped.

-Okay. I'll tell you
the same thing I told Hank

when he didn't wanna sell
this place.

There are just some people

that you don't say no to
in this town.

And a good rule of thumb,

don't fuck with an ex-cop.

[engine revs]
Robert: What the hell?

Naveen: Shit! No, no.

-What a prick.

-Ex-cop?

Who the fuck
is an ex-cop besides Bill?

-Oh, my God.

Samira.

-[sighs] I guess as a mother
I just don't understand

why they forgot about her,
how this girl disappears,

and it seemed like nobody cared,
you know what I mean?

-I suppose I do.

-So she's just the one
that got away, huh?

[dramatic music playing]

[ominous music playing]

-Hey, get the hell away
from my wife.

-What the--
-What's up? What is up?

-I was just about to cut

another piece of pie.

-You had to stand up for that.

What the hell is going on here?

Did you find him?
-No,

but we spoke to the barback
at Drinkley's

asking what he knew about Hank.
-Hank?

What about Hank?
-Oh, we know about Hank.

-[laughs] We know.
Robert: Yeah.

-What do we know?
-He said,

an ex-cop had something to do
with his disappearance.

He said,
"Don't fuck with an ex-cop."

-Oh, Jesus Christ, Dan,
what did you do?

-This man is senile.

-Bill, my name is Rob.

-No. I mean, Dan Daniels Sr.
my former partner.

-Officer Danny Daniels' dad?

-After he retired,
he got into investing,

ended up joining a group
that was trying to buy Hank out.

Some sort of a fixer
for them, I guess.

-Except Hank didn't get
bought out, he just disappeared.

Okay. Dan Sr. a rogue cop
consumed with greed,

uses his position of power
to cut down

a small business owner
who refused to sell.

-What are we waiting for?
We need to find Dan Sr.

before he "disappears" Gary.

-Well, you'll have a hell
of a time doing that, son.

-Oh, yeah. Why is that?
-Dan Sr. died six months ago.

-Okay.
-Stomach cancer.

-If Dan Sr. is dead, then what
the hell is going on with Gary?

-Why don't you ask him?

Isn't that his car?

Robert: When did that get there?

all: Uh...

Alison: Oh, thank God.

[ominous music playing]

-Oh, God. Oh, God.
Am I going to prison?

Tod: No, I, I doubt that.

An involuntary psychiatric
hold seems much more likely.

-Oh, God.

I can't believe

I'm going to jail
over a cheater.

-Wait, what?
-Marty betrayed our vows

with Agnes Festersen.

I want him out of here.

I want him out of my house.

Now.
-Yeah, chuck that fuck.

-Oh, God. Oh, God.

You guys must think
I'm a lunatic.

-Will you stop it?

If you were a lunatic,
then guess what?

You're in good company.

-You're counting your steps?

-No, Lynn.

This is an ankle monitor.

-[gasps]
-Like the kind they put on you

when you're under house arrest.

-[gasping]
-I'm sorry I lied to you.

-Oh, it's okay. I already knew.

I had pulled your police report.

-Of course, you did.
-I'm sorry. I'm very confused.

What is going on?
-Well, maybe you've noticed that

I haven't left the cul-de-sac
in a long time?

-You have seemed
a little underfoot.

What did you do?

-[sighs]
I wasn't gonna say anything

but since you showed us yours...

I'll show you mine.

Okay.

I was working high up for
an animal rights organization

that liberated beagles

from testing labs
across the country.

-Oh.
-And our guerilla tactics

were very unorthodox,
but guess what, they worked.

One night we were doing
one of our midnight raids

in this big pharma lab

and we got to that
very last cage

and we freed that last dog
and security came running.

Well, I got tased in the ass

going over a fence.
-Oh.

-That wasn't
in the police report.

-These corporate lawyers tried
to make an example of me.

So my wife had her
commanding officer

pull a few strings
and I got nine months.

And Julia was so upset about it,
so she just went away.

And then I was here
and only here.

But I'm gonna be done soon.

This thing is coming off
and I really hope

that she changes her mind
and she comes back to me.

She's gonna do that.

So you see?

I'm just as much of a whack job
as you, you loon.

-[laughs] Oh.

-[sniffles]
-Rubber room for two.

-I love you.
Lynn: Me too.

-Tod, you want in on this?

-No, no, I can watch from here.

Alison: I'm just glad he's okay.

[exhales deeply]

-Are you okay?

-Yeah. Yeah.
Thanks, thanks again.

I'm sure this all seems
a little crazy.

-Or just the right amount
of crazy.

I mean, it's like seasoning.

A little bit of Lawry's is great
but too much will kill you.

-[laughs] Yeah.

Well, back to the old
murder board.

-You want me to walk you home?

[dramatic music playing]

-Where have you been?

-Just helping out a neighbor.

[Agnes sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

[Bill sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

-Alison?

I thought that was you.

-Gary?

-Maybe he's upstairs?

-Uh, wait here.

Gary?

Gary?

[ominous music playing]

-Gary?

[ominous music playing]

-Alison?

[electrical buzz cuts out]
-[gasps]

[suspenseful music playing]

Alison: No, no, no, no, no.
Samira: Alison?

Alison: Oh, my God.
Samira: What?

Alison: My, my letters,
the evidence,

they, they destroyed it.

-Who?
-Who--whoever was here,

whoever took Gary.

[suspenseful music playing]

Do you think
they're still in the house?

[object thuds]
[both gasp]

-I know how this movie ends
and we need to leave now.

[Alison gasps]

[door creaks open]

[floor creaking]
-[gasps]

[footsteps approaching]

[door creaking]
[Alison gasps]

[footsteps approaching]
[floor creaking]

Walters:
You know, in my line of work,

if you leave a task unfinished,

it becomes a noticeable blemish,

a stain to be judged.

I don't like to leave
a job unfinished.

And you, Alison Grant, hmm,

have always been the one
who got away.

Not to worry, that ends tonight.

[both screaming]

-Run!

Is that the fucking garbage man?

[Alison groaning]

[Samira gasps]

[both panting]

[Walters groaning]

[Alison grunts]

Samira: Get off her!

-Stop!
[Walter laughs]

Alison: Please don't!
Samira: No!

No! No! Get the fuck off me!

Let me go. [grunts]

-Stop. Stop.
I am not gonna tell you again.

-Fuck you, garbage man.

[Walters grunts]

Come out, Alison!

-Don't listen to him.

-Come out before I rip
your little friend in two. Hmm?

[Samira groaning]

[Walter screaming]

[Samira grunts]
[Walter groaning]

Samira: Come on.
[Walters groans]

-[grunts] Get in the hole.
Go, go.

-Ouch.

[thuds]

[Alison yelps, screams]

Samira: Come on. Come on.
-He's got me.

He's got me!

-Easy.

[thuds]
[Walters groans]

-Come on.

[grunting]

[Walter groaning]

Samira: Come on.

Come on. We can get here.

[grunts] Damn.

Now a door wanna be locked?

-[grunts] It's stuck.

-Oh, my God.
-We're trapped.

Do you have a signal?
-No signal.

-Keep trying.
-Somebody help.

-Help.
-Help us.

Walters: Alison!

Alison: [screaming] Help!
[banging on door]

Samira: [screaming] Help us!

[ominous music playing]

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