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Wow.

Hi, Millie!

Hi, Mrs. Winchester!

So nice to meet you.

Please call me Nina.

I've got some tea for us
and a charcuterie board.

Is it too early
for meat and cheese?

You know, that's what they have
for breakfast in Europe.

Wow, um, you're just, this is...

I... I...

I'm just going to say,
I think you might be
overqualified for this job

with all this experience
and a college degree.

No, I know.

I just realized I really
enjoy being a housemaid.

You do?

For the right families,
of course.

Okay. What brought you back
to New York?

I missed it.

Well, I really love New England,
but I miss being in the city.

But you know this is
a live-in position, right?

I mentioned that in the ad,
didn't I?

Oh, yes. Oh, yeah.
No, of course. Yes. Yes.

Oh, God, okay.

I miss being near the city,

not actually in the city.

It's a little crazy.

Yes, I fully agree with you.

Okay, so the job is
mostly organizing, cleaning,

light cooking,
if you're up for that.

Oh, absolutely.
I love to cook.

Amazing.

And then you would be
helping me with my daughter.

She's Cecilia, Cece.

She's seven years old
and, well, she's amazing.

Well, I can't wait to meet her.

Oh. Good. Okay.

Would you like a grand tour

so you can...

see what you're
getting yourself into?

Sure.

And the kitchen.

My husband, Andrew, designed
this entire house soup to nuts.

He's an architect?

No, he's in tech.

But he pays incredible attention

to every detail.

Now, these steps are, uh,
kind of nuts, I know.

Andrew says I'm totally gonna
kill myself one day on these.

I'm such a klutz.

I should just draw
my chalk outline on the bottom

and get it over with.

So there's another set of stairs

on the other side of the house

that are less Guggenheim-y.

If you're into that.

Wow.

It's basically
Andrew's man cave,

but you are welcome to use it
anytime you want, of course.

You'd be part of the family,

which also means
that you would definitely have

to listen to his TED Talk

about how Barry Lyndonis
a misunderstood masterpiece.

This is the upper living room,

which we barely ever use,
to be honest.

You sure you even need
a housekeeper?

Well, actually,
I'm... expecting.

So I'm not gonna have
quite so much time

to keep everything so perfect.

But don't tell Andrew
because it's very early

and I want to be sure,
you know, before I tell him.

Yeah. Congrats.

Thank you.

This is Cece's room.

Andrew even made a little

miniature version
of our house for her.

- Isn't that sweet?
- Wow.

So the laundry room is
in the basement,

and that would be your bathroom

and you would be upstairs.

You're gonna think
it's a little bit small,

but it's got a lot of privacy,

and we figured that that was
the most important thing.

Lots of light, though.

Ta-da!

You can make it your own,
of course.

You can hang posters
and bring in potted plants.

You can blast your music
as loud as you want

because we cannot
hear you downstairs.

What do you think?

- It's perfect.
- Okay, good.

Win!

Well, I'm still interviewing,

but I'm hoping
to make a decision soon.

Here you go.

Oh, no, you don't
have to do that.

Oh, no, I insist.

You spent your energy
and your time

and your gas money
to be here. Please.

I appreciate it.

I have a really good feeling
about this, Millie. I do.

Me too.

Okay. I'll be in touch.

She won't be in touch.

That's the last time I'll ever
set foot in that house.

One background check,

and she'll see that everything
on that resume is a total lie.

I don't even wear glasses.

I'm just...
I'm trying to look legit.

So stupid.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

Um, can I get a job application?

Yeah, sure.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

I knew she wouldn't call.

Why did I even think I had
a shot at that job?

Oh, well, at least I got
$20 out of it.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Roll it down.

Can't sleep here.

I'm so sorry. I...

I was driving
from my mom's house

and I got really sleepy,

and I just I pulled over
to take a nap. I'm sorry.

This is her actually.
Do you mind if I take it?

She's probably freaking out.

Don't text and drive.

I won't. I promise.

- Hello?
- Hi, may I speak to Millie?

Uh, this is her. She.

This is Nina Winchester.

I'm calling
to offer you the job.

I mean, if you're
still available.

Uh, you've probably got
a million job offers.

No. I mean, yes, yes.
I would love to.

Uh, when would
you like me to start?

Oh, my goodness.
As soon as possible?

Well, what about this afternoon?

You know what?

- That would be great.
- Great.

Anyway, gotta run.
Bye, Millie.

Yes!

Hey!

Hey, I'm Millie.

Do you work for the Winchesters?

I'm trying to get in,
but I don't know the code.

Nina?

Nina, it's Millie.

Nina?

Millie?
Millie, Millie, Millie!

Welcome. Hi.

Sorry. I, um, meant
to leave the gate open.

Do you need me to help you bring
in your stuff from your car?

Oh, no, this is it.

- Great. Wow.
- Yeah.

Yeah, no, I put the rest of it
in a storage unit.

Okay, well, that's great. I'm
gonna put these up in your room.

Listen, I need
to write a PTA speech

that has to be a barn burner,

so I'm gonna be
stuck in my office.

But the cleaning supplies are
in this closet over there,

and... um, oh.

You're not wearing your glasses.

Oh, I don't... I don't wear 'em
all the time. Contacts.

Oh.

Yeah, you look better
without them.

Yeah. Okay.

I'll be upstairs.

This is gonna be fun, Millie!

No shoes on the furniture.

Um, hey. Hi.

You must be... Cece.

I'm Millie.

Hello.

Oh, hey. Hi! You met Millie.

Hi, baby.

Millie's gonna be
living with us,

and she's gonna be helping

with the cooking
and the cleaning.

And you know what?

She might even play
Candy Landwith you

if you ask her
with a pretty please.

She's gonna live with us?

Yes.
Andrew, I told you that.

I said she was gonna be living
in the guest room in the attic.

Doesn't this place look
incredible. Look at it.

- Thank you.
- Well, Millie, welcome.

Uh, thank you.

Are you hungry?
I'm sure we can

turn this dinner for three
into a dinner for four.

No, I'm probably
just gonna go upstairs

and, uh, get all settled in.

- You sure?
- If you don't mind,

I'll just come down afterwards
and tidy up.

Yeah, get settled.
Yeah, take your time.

We're so happy that you're here.

You just let us know
if you change your mind.

Thanks.

You ordered from the wrong
Italian place again.

Knock, knock.

Hi.

That window doesn't open, sadly.

But there's a lot
of ventilation in this room,

so you should never
get stuffy in here.

I got you some dinner.

Andrew always over-orders.

I put some water

in the mini fridge,
did you see that?

Yeah, I really don't
want to be a pain,

but if it is possible to try
and get the window open,

it'd be nice to get
some fresh air in here.

Yeah, I agree.
That's a great idea.

I will talk to the handyman
about that.

Okay, cool. Is that the guy
that's down in the yard?

No, that's Enzo.
He's the groundskeeper.

Never mind him.

And then if I could just
get a key for the deadbolt.

Oh, my God, yes. The deadbolt.

That's so creepy.

This used to be Andrew's storage
closet for his files. Okay?

But, oh, my God,

closed window, deadbolt.

What kind of monsters are we?

- Uh...
- I will sort that out.

Oh, before I forget. Um...

This is for you. A present.

Also, just, I saw that your
phone was just really ancient,

and I wanted you to have that

because I uploaded
the credit card onto it

so you can use it
at the grocery store

and for gas.

Oh, um, I'll take good care
of it. Thank you.

Honestly, I'm like, so happy
that... you're here with us.

Thanks.

Can I give you a hug?

Thank you, Millie.

Thank you. Okay.

Let me know
if you need anything else.

Shit.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

Nina?

- Where are they?
- Where are what?

My PTA notes
for the meeting tonight!

They were right here
on the counter,

and now they're not here.

- Where are they?
- I didn't see any notes.

Bullshit!

Where are they?

- Nina, no, no.
- Hey.

Hey! What's going on?

Millie threw away my notes
for the meeting tonight.

Where are they?

Nina, why don't we go
check your office?

I have to get up and do a speech

in front of everybody

and now I have nothing!

- Nina!
- What?

Do you have a copy...

on your computer?

I wrote them by hand!

Oh, fuck!

I always think better
when I write by hand.

Where's my nail at?

All right.
Come here, come here.

It's okay.

Let's take a deep breath, okay?

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

I'm gonna pick you up.

Here's the plan. I am going
to take Cece to school,

and you...

you are going to take
a hot shower.

You're gonna have
a nice long breakfast,

and then you have all day
to work on your speech,

and you can still make it
to the salon for a touch up.

You'll have just enough time
to get your roots done.

I love you so much.

- I love you.
- I love you.

You need to be
more careful next time.

You've ruined my entire day.

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

Don... Don't worry about it.

I don't know what's been
going on with her lately.

She's...

she's been on a real
emotional roller coaster.

Oh, it's probably the hor...

um, Mercury in retrograde.

Didn't peg you
for the star-chart type.

Guilty.

Let me help you clean up.

- It's a fuckin' mess in here.
- No, no, no. I got it.

I got it. You go get ready.

I don't want you
to be late for Cece.

Thank you.

Tomorrow will be better.

It'll be better, I promise.

Okay.

Yeah.

Cece! Let's hit the road!

What are you doing here?

I work here.

What are you doing here?

You...

I don't really fit in very well

with those other PTA moms.

I guess I didn't realize
how stressed I've been.

It's probably just all the new
hormones making you go crazy.

I wouldn't say anything
to Andrew.

Get out.

I have to shower.

And you're gonna
handle dinner later.

Yeah.

It smells amazing.

It's chicken piccata.

Mmm.

Oh, I picked this up for Cece.

Oh, these are fantastic.
She's gonna love these.

Someone did not
get her snack today,

and she's a very hungry
little ballerina.

Why don't you get her started,
and I'll be right back down?

Okay.

Hey, Cece,

how was class?

Would you, uh, like juice
or... or water?

Juice.
But this glass is dirty.

Really? I just took it out
of the dishwasher.

Juice is a privilege.

Not something you drink
out of a dirty glass.

Of course not.

This looks amazing.

Doesn't it, Cece? Way better
than dinosaur nuggets.

Hey, Millie,

why don't you grab
a place setting and join us?

Uh...

No, I... I already ate.

Oh, we insist.

Don't we, Cece?

Um...

I hope you guys like it.

Come in.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Sorry to bother you.

Got something for you.

Cece insisted.

- She's so sweet.
- Yeah.

No, no, no.

Absolutely fucking not!

Oh, my God.

I want you to feel safe here.

I do.

For your door, as requested.

Thanks.

So how was last night?
With Andrew?

Good.

I made chicken piccata.

He's a dream, isn't he?

He pretends to like everything
I make him,

even if he hates it.

Mmm.

That's a lot of bacon, Millie.

Are you trying to kill us?

Where are you going?

I have...

Saturday off.

Isn't that what we talked about?

No, I...
I can't spare you today.

I missed
my hair salon appointment

because you threw away my notes.

Remember?

I have a meeting
that I can't miss.

You have a meeting?

What's the meeting for?

If I could just have
a couple hours off,

and then I'll come back.

Millie, absolutely not.

- Baby?
- I can't have you... What?

Sweetheart, it's okay.
She can go.

- But, Andy, it's your day off.
- I know, exactly.

And that's why we're gonna go
to the park... fly this kite.

And we've been waiting
all week to fly, right?

We're doing donuts,
we're doing kites,

and then we're doing ballet.

Go. Take your time.

- Bye, Mama.
- Bye, baby.

Have fun.

Thanks.

Hey, how are you doin'?

I'm good.

Still writing in your journal?

Uh, yeah.
Do you wanna read it?

God, no.

I have enough shit
to read as it is.

So you left the job
at Charlie's?

Well, this housekeeping job
just sort of fell into my lap.

And it's live-in,
so I'm saving a fortune on rent.

Okay, that's good.

I have my new address here,

and phone number.

The family is really amazing.

I feel... I feel lucky.

Must make meeting new people
a little tough, though,

having to live with a family.

I mean, you would
think that, right?

But I have already met
a ton of really cool nannies.

Any mannies in there?

Are you asking me
about my love life, Pam?

If I know how Tinder works,

or if I'm horn dogging
all over Great Neck

because I haven't gotten laid
in ten years?

No. I'm just saying
human connections are important.

Definitely.

But hold onto this job, Millie.

And the living situation.

You'll need both,
or you'll be back at Bedford

serving the five years
left on your sentence.

And I don't like that for you.

I don't like that
for me, either.

- Hi, Nina, I'm just...
- I need you to pick up Cece

from ballet class, 1:45,
and don't be late.

Um, okay, where is it? Nina?

What?

Ballet school?

Ballet class.

Little kids.

Fuck.

Tendu right.

And curtsy and open to the left.

Foot behind you.

Excellent, and close to first.

Fabulous class today.
Thank you.

Let's go get our bags and shoes.

Great job.

- Hi. Who are you looking for?
- Uh, Cece.

Cecilia Winchester.

Are you Nina's new girl?

- Yes. Hi, I'm Millie.
- Hi.

Hi!

Cece! Hey,
I'm here to pick you up.

I'm spending the night
at Emma's.

We arranged it weeks ago.
She has all her things.

Oh, no, no, no.

Nina just called me
and asked me to pick her up,

so she probably
changed her mind.

Oh.

Okay, let me check.

Nina!

Hi, it's Patrice.

Your girl is here.
She's insisting

she needs to pick up Cece.

I know.

I know.

No, it's no problem at all.

It's impossible to find
reliable help.

Oh, would you like to confirm?

Have fun.

We figured it out.

Okay, take care. Bye.

Wow, they really are beautiful.

So happy
we'll be able to use them,

Mother Winchester.

Well, the pattern is vintage,
of course.

Millie.

I told you Cece was having
a sleepover tonight.

There was no need
to make a scene.

This is how you allow the help
to dress in your home?

Uh, this is Andrew's mother,
Mrs. Winchester.

She's downsizing,

so she has brought us
her mother's china.

- Yes.
- Isn't it lovely?

Isn't it?

- Yes.
- I know.

Andrew loves these dishes.

I want you...

to put them somewhere safe

'cause Nina's likely
to trip over herself

and smash them all to pieces.

Guilty as charged.

- Andrew!
- Oh.

- Mother.
- Oh, Andrew, where's your tie?

I know,
I'm too casual. I'm sorry.

- Your hair is fabulous.
- Thank you, darling.

Not a root in sight. Is...

- Is that what I think it is?
- Yes, it is.

Can't wait to eat off
of those plates.

Family heirlooms.

- So happy it's back.
- Me too.

This fucking window.

Dishes are still in the sink.

Yeah, I know.
I'm kinda lettin' em soak.

Uh, they've been soaking

for three days.

Well, now,
you know, it's kinda...

Glug, glug, glug,
glug, glug. Ding.

Glug, glug, glug.

Home with everybody going out.

I'm going to ask you one...

I'm not gonna ask you
what you sell.

I'm gonna go on here
to Patsy, all right?

Ah, Family Feud.

I'm so sorry.

Um... I...
I couldn't get some...

- I'll leave you alone.
- No, no. Please.

- Get out of your way.
- Sit, please. No, sit.

Come on.

Please stay.

Oh, I love this show.

Me too.

I've only ever seen
the Steve Harvey one.

- Really? Oh, this is classic.
- Yeah.

This is Richard Dawson.

Fashion icon.

- He's an OG.
- Yeah?

He has
some spectacular sideburns.

He sure does.

Man, my family would have
killed on this show.

They are absolute vultures.

Especially my mother.

What about you?
You... your, um...

parents, are they game people?

Oh, we don't really
keep in touch anymore.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

That's gotta be hard.

Uh, not really, no.

I mean, even if we were,
they probably wouldn't...

be into this.

They're kinda like
the opposite of fun.

Well, I'll tell you what.

You can be on our team.

It'd be me and you...

and Nina and my mom.

Nina's parents don't
make the cut?

They died when she was a kid.

- That's awful.
- Yeah.

It's a crazy story, actually.

They died in a house fire.

No one knows how it was started.

Nina made it out,
her parents didn't.

For a long time, the police
actually thought that she...

Can you imagine...

living with that
your entire life?

- That'd be terrible.
- What would be terrible?

There she is.

Hey.

Name a cartoon bird.

What are you doing up?

What do you mean?
I can say the same about you.

I'm watching Family Feud.

Mmm.

- At 2:00 a.m.?
- You wanna get in on this?

Some Dawson? Wanna get
some Dawson on you?

No, I'm good. It's...

Baby, it's 2:00 a.m.

Okay.

I'mma go to bed.

Let me know how it ends.

All right.

Goodnight.

- I'll be right up.
- Okay.

Uh, cartoon bird, little Katie.

Three answers remaining.

- Daffy Duck.
- Um.

Let's see if you made it.

It's late. I should
probably get some sleep.

This isn't working.

- What?
- This isn't working.

So I'm gonna need you
to pack your stuff

and leave
first thing in the morning

before Cece wakes up.

So she doesn't get upset.

No, Nina.

I... I...

I didn't think anyone was
gonna be down here.

You told me I could use
the screening room.

I'm gonna need
the phone back as well.

Please, Nina.

I will do anything

to make it up to you.
I promise.

Can you just give me...

one more chance?

Um...

Fine.

One week.

Okay?

But you're gonna
have to dress appropriately

around the house from now on.

Yeah, of course. Sorry.

Oh, Millie.

Stay the fuck away
from my husband.

- Mmm.
- And so my nanny's going on

and on about her dead dog,

and I don't mean
to be a B-I-T-C-H,

but since when did I become
a canine grief counselor?

Meanwhile,
Emma is late for school.

- Mmm.
- I'm missing yoga.

You know what yoga means to me.

- It's everything.
- That's so unfortunate.

Thank you.

Well, we are going to be
looking for a nanny soon.

Oh, my God, Nina!
You're pregnant.

- Nina.
- I knew it.

No. Not... Not yet.

We are making a plan.

We've been going to see
this incredible

fertility specialist
in the city.

- Cool.
- Andrew insists

on sparing no expense,

of course. So, yeah.

- That's wonderful.
- Ooh, yeah.

We will find you the most
fantastic nanny, I promise.

- Absolutely.
- Thanks.

Oh, this is Cece's pediatrician.

- I will be right back.
- Oh.

Fill our tea.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

I really thought
she was pregnant.

I know, we were all thinking it.

I mean, have you seen her skin?

God, and how about those roots?

My God.
You'd think she would take

better care of herself
for Andrew.

- He's so fucking hot.
- He is.

And especially because
they have an airtight prenup.

- Mmm.
- Okay. You know,

she did not have a dime
when they got married.

She'll be sleeping on the street

if she doesn't get
her shit together.

Cece? Would he get custody,
considering...

Of course.
After what she did.

How many months she spent
in that awful psych ward?

- Nine.
- Nine.

Nine months.

I mean, good Lord,

I do not know
how he puts up with her.

Because he is a saint.

He's a hot saint.

Hot Saint Andrew. Oh, my God.

- Ooh.
- What did I miss?

Oh, we're just talking
spring fundraiser.

- Ooh.
- Please,

save us with a theme idea.

Stop lurking.

Those women were right
about one thing.

Andrew is definitely a saint
for standing by Nina.

I can't believe she lied
about being pregnant.

Everything she's told me
is a lie.

It wasn't the hormones
making her crazy.

She actually is crazy.

Poor Andrew.

As soon as I save up
enough money,

I am out of here.

Today wasn't a total disaster.

Uh, thank you.

I'm gonna need you
to watch Cece next Saturday.

Andrew and I have
an appointment in the city,

and I know it's your day off,

but I trust
that it won't be a problem.

Uh...

- We'll have fun.
- Good.

Haloperidol.

Acute fucking psychosis?

Hey, Lexi,
it's Millie. Listen.

I really need to make
some extra money

so I can quit this job.

Do you think
you could, um, ask your cousin

if I could get a job
at the warehouse?

I'll do anything. I'll clean,

I'll set boxes,
I'll scrub toilets.

I just really need
to get out of here.

You're leaving?

What?

No, no, no.

I'm gonna...

make you lunch.

What are you in the mood for?

A bologna sandwich?

Okay.

But you said you needed
to get out of this place

on the phone just now.

No.

You misheard me.

One bologna sandwich
coming right up.

So how was, uh...

how was school this week?

Learn anything fun
or interesting?

It's school.
It's not fun or interesting.

What about boys?

Got any crushes?

Ew, no. Why would you even
ask me that?

I am just...

trying to make some small talk.

Forget it.

I'm not hungry anyway.

Okay.

You don't have to be
my friend, you know.

It's not part of your job.

Well, I'd like to be.

Why?

'Cause I like you.

No, you don't.

"Do you want juice
or water?"

"Juice, please."

"Don't spill.

"Juice is a privilege."

"I won't."
"Did you go to the salon today?"

"Yes."

"You look very nice."

- "Thank you."
- Cece, would you like some

dinosaur chicken nuggets
and ketchup?

Ketchup makes a mess.

Yes, it does.

Cece, where did you find
this troll?

Were you in my room?

Cece, this troll is
very special to me.

I don't want you going into
my room, do you understand?

You need to stay
out of the attic.

So do you.

Hey.

Hey, Cece,

can you go play in your bedroom

for a little bit, please?

What happened?

Premature ovarian insufficiency.

We've been trying for years.

At least now we know.

- I'm sorry.
- I've just...

Man, I've just always wanted
a lot of kids.

Like a... Like a whole
soccer team full.

Nina and I
were only children like you.

Well, at least you have Cece.

Of course, of course.

I know it sounds selfish.

I love Cece.

I've always wanted a child
of my own with Nina.

I didn't realize...

Oh, Cece is...
she's absolutely my daughter.

She's just not
my biological daughter.

You're an amazing dad.

Look, I just really don't know
how she's gonna take this.

She's been so fragile lately.

I really don't think that she
can handle the disappointment.

She has you.

I don't think that I am enough.

It's not fair!
I did everything I could!

Nina, it's not your fault.

You wish I was gone.

God! Wait! Nina, no!

- Hello?
- No, no, no!

Andrew, are you...
are you okay?

What?

Oh, my God.

Andrew, are you okay?

What? You overheard
those PTA cunts

saying that I'm crazy?

That I don't deserve my husband?

That I belong in a nuthouse?

Andrew!

Let go of this.

- Wrap this around your hand.
- Thank you.

Alive and well.

I cleaned up
the mess from last night.

Sorry I wasn't honest
about the baby.

I guess I was...

trying to manifest.

Or something.

It's okay, I get it.

I don't know...
how I'm gonna
face Andrew's mother.

Anyway,

I realized I need to stop
holding onto things

and just start fresh.

So these are
practically brand-new,

and I want you to have them.

I...

I... I can't.

No, seriously,

these are gonna be thrown
in the bin at Goodwill.

This would look amazing on you.

Millie, take it.

Thanks.

Well, Andrew took Cece
to pancakes,

so you don't really have to
worry about breakfast
this morning.

But I do need a favor.

I need you to look into tickets
for a musical called Showdown.

Andrew's been dying to see it,

and I want to do something to

make it up to him.

Sure.

This Saturday,

if you can manage,

and an overnight
at a high-end hotel.

Splurge on a suite.

Something romantic.

And Cece will be
at a friend's house.

I'll arrange for her to...

uh, be out of the house

and you can just have
the weekend to yourself.

That sounds great.

I'll see what I can do.

You're a lifesaver, Millie.

I don't know
what I'd do without you.

You're with
the Winchesters, right?

- Yeah.
- I'm with the Leightons.

Suzanne?

Right.

Cece's not that good, is she?

Don't worry.
No one gives her any shit.

Not after everything
she's been through.

What do you mean?

Seriously?

All the psycho mom shit?

I know she spent some time
in a psych ward, but...

Um...

Nina Winchester tried
to drown her kid in a bathtub.

- What?
- Yeah.

It's like all the PTA bitches
talk about.

When Cece was a baby,

Nina threw her
in a tub of running water,

then tried to off herself

by swallowing
a shit ton of pills.

Luckily, her husband got
freaked out

when he couldn't get
ahold of her,

then called the police
for a wellness check.

It's, like, fucked up, right?

Great job,
dancers. Thank you.

- Let's get our belongings.
- All right.

- Your car smells like feet.
- Thank you.

Hey.

What do you know
about this family?

Sorry, no English.

Oh, bullshit.

I know you shouldn't be here.

Why?

Leave him alone.

You've no business
talking to Enzo.

What is this?

They're the Broadway tickets
and the hotel reservation.

- For Saturday?
- Yeah.

But why would I have you
book tickets...

for the day that I'm driving
Cece to arts camp in D.C.?

- Why would I do that?
- I don't know, but you did.

No, I didn't.

And I assume that these
are non-refundable now,
at this point?

Nina, I did
what you asked me to do.

Fine. They're gonna
come out of your paycheck.

And I'm so sorry about that,
but it was your mistake,

and you're gonna have to cover
the fee.

Nina, I can't afford that.

I don't care!

It was your mistake.
You're gonna cover it.

Nina, that's more
than I have saved.

Hey.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Just about
cleaned out the florist,

so otherwise I would have...
I would have got you more.

What's wrong?

Millie booked tickets

for a non-refundable weekend
for us

that we can't even use.

And she's gonna have
to pay for it. Sorry.

No, she doesn't.
That's okay.

We'll just call the credit card
company and have it reversed.

I don't think that's a thing.

That is a thing.
That's a thing.

You don't have to pay
for anything.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Sweetheart?

All this stuff for a week?

I don't want her
to get homesick.

Okay. Sorry. Shit. Okay.

Sorry.

I am so sorry. I usually get
dressed before I come out.

No, it's really my fault.
I was actually just...

I was coming
to confess something to you.

I wanted to let you know
that I couldn't get
the tickets refunded.

- Shit.
- Yeah.

So I think you should take them

and go to the show with a friend

and stay in the room,
charge whatever you want.

Room service.
I want you to enjoy yourself.

That is...

really nice of you, but...

I can't. I don't have anyone
I can bring.

You gotta have somebody.

I wish I did, but I don't.

Okay, well, just, um...
how about you and I go?

We can come back tonight.
I can...

I can sweeten the deal
a little bit,

throw in a slice of pizza,
maybe a hot apple cider?

I'll just tell Nina that I...

exchanged the tickets
and I can take her next week.

No, I can't have you do that.

Oh, come on, we could both
use a night out.

I know we could.
Why not?

I mean, it's supposed to be
a great show.

Okay.

Great. We're going.

Great dress.

Thanks for coming.

- I'm hungry.
- Yeah, I'm hungry.

- I could eat. Yeah.
- Yeah?

Wasn't pizza
a part of this deal?

- Yeah, it was.
- Yeah?

Yeah. You know what?
I think I got a better idea.

Holy shit, that was amazing.

- It was, wasn't it?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

This place is really fancy.

Well, it's charming,

in an old New York kind of way.

Yeah.

I... I don't...

I don't really
know what I should order.

Well, how about we just get
one of everything?

- Everything?
- Everything.

- We can't do that.
- Yeah, we can.

You like martinis?

I guess. I don't know.

- Well, I guess we'll find out.
- Yeah.

To new adventures.

Cheers.

I mean, you're funny, you're...

you're caring,
you're great with kids.

I just don't understand why
you're cleaning people's houses.

You should be out there
living your best life.

And have you ever thought
about what

you want to do with your time
on this Earth?

- I don't know. No, not really.
- Why not?

What about you?

Are you...

living your best life doing...

I don't even know what you do.

I run a data processing company

that my father left me.

Basically, I get paid
a lot of money

to do really boring shit.

- Gotcha.
- I mean, all I've ever
really wanted to do

was to be a husband
and a father, honestly.

That's really sweet.

What about you?
Do you want kids?

Yeah.

Someday.

With the right person,
of course.

I mean, I... I...

feel like I won the lottery
with Nina, and I should feel

- like I'm living my best life.
- But you're not?

I love my wife.

I really do.

I just feel like
she's angry all the time,

and I don't know why.

I feel like every conversation
we have ends in a tirade.

If it makes you feel
any better, same.

I mean, she used to be
so different. She was, uh...

She was... loving,

and she was kind,
and she was generous.

She was affectionate.

I mean, all I want to do is
make her happy

and I genuinely don't know how.

Andrew, it's not you.

I should not have said that.
I'm sorry.

No, it's okay. I mean, I see
the way that she treats you,

and I hate it.

I hate it.

I feel like
I'm letting you down.

You're not.

Pretty sure there's
a dance floor in there.

- You want to go dancing?
- Should we hit it?

Yeah.

Let's dance.

I don't suppose you feel sober
enough to drive us home?

Not really, no.

I think we got a problem.

And you're all set.

They're not adjoining,
but they're on the same floor.

- Thanks.
- Mm.

Shit, my phone's dead.

Oh.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Of course. Have a great stay.
- Thank you.

I'll see you in the morning.

Good night.

Do not blow up your life.

Oh, shit.

Oh, no.

Hey.

What's wrong?

She doesn't mean it.
I'll talk to her.

- She does, Andrew. She does.
- Millie, come here.

She wants to destroy my life,

and I don't know why.

No, she doesn't.
I will talk to her.

Andrew, I know you think
that I can do better,

but I need this job.

I can't lose it. I... I...
I do not want to go back.

Go back where?

You're not going
to lose your job.

Everything is going to be okay.

I promise you.

Okay?

Don't cry. It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Take off my dress.

Nina's coming home early.

So we have to beat her home.

We should get going.

- Okay.
- Okay?

This is gonna sound
really cheesy,

but I didn't think anybody
could look so beautiful
in the morning.

Nina can't ever know.

And this can't
ever happen again.

I really wish
things were different.

I wish I would have
met you before.

Me too.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Nina?

Nina!

I'm gonna go get changed.

I'll start making lunch
just in case she comes back.

Ah, fuck it.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Hi.

Welcome home.

- Thank you.
- Lunch is almost ready.

Oh, boy.

- Hi.
- Hey, sweetheart.

- Hi. What are you doing?
- I was just fixing the drain

in the upstairs guest bathroom.
It's a bit clogged.

I knew you would try to do that.

I said the plumber's coming
on Tuesday.

No, I know. I was just
feeling extra manly today.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

How was the trip? How's Cece?

She's good.

Listen.

I'm very sorry about last night.

It was a very long drive.

I was very tired.

I do not sleep well in hotels,

turns out.

And I should not be left alone
with my phone.

So, lesson learned.
It's a new day.

- Please accept my apologies.
- Yeah, it's okay.

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.

Let's get some food in ya.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Mm. Mm.
- Hi.

- This looks fantastic.
- Yes.

You know? Hey, Millie.

- Mm-hmm.
- How was your night off?

Uh, my best friend Lexi took me

- to Peter Luger.
- Hmm.

Um, she had a gift certificate.
It was really nice.

We had a lot of sides.

But I don't really eat meat.

This looks incredible.
So, thank you.

I don't know why
but my quiches never turn out.

I've been meaning to ask you.

Did you learn how to cook
while you were in prison?

You know, she was in prison
for ten years

before she came to work with us.

Right?

I think it's brave,

making a new start
in a new town.

I'm glad that we could be
a part of your journey.

Oh.

We need a restock
of all of Cece's favorites

before she gets home.

You haven't really been
keeping up with that.

And could you... Sorry.

Could you use my car

for running errands from now on

until you can save up
to get something nicer?

I'm afraid yours is becoming

an unwelcome topic
of conversation. Here you go.

- You know what I mean?
- Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah.

I had it all wrong.

Nina was never
one of those women

just going with her gut.

She knew.

The whole fucking time,

she knew I needed this job
and couldn't leave,

no matter how shitty
she made my life.

What kind of bitch
does something like that?

Thanks, have a good day.

Hello, Millie.

- Hi.
- Is that the newest phone?

What do you think
of that camera? It's...

pretty great, right?

I wouldn't know.
I only use it for work.

Well, still, you're very
trusting.

What do you mean?

Pumpkin, most of the nannies
won't take the phone

'cause they don't want
every text,

every call,
every place you go tracked.

But, I mean,
you have nothing to hide, so...

good for you.

And that's when I realized

that Nina knew everything.

- Millie Calloway.
- Yeah?

Hands against the car, please.

What? Why?

I said,
"Hands against the car."

Ow! What did I do?

This car's been reported stolen.

What? No.

No, this is my boss's car.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you
the truth about prison.

I was in high school,
and it was a mistake. And...

You don't have
to explain anything.

The past is in the past.

Andrew, she knows.

I know.

Nina!

Nina, come down here.

What the hell kind
of stunt was that?

I know you took her to the city.

I know you used the hotel room.

And...

I know that you fucked her.

You're imagining things again.

Oh.

- Of course I am.
- Yeah.

I imagine

your parole officer is going
to be really interested

to know that you
no longer have a job

or...
a place to live

and that you stole
thousands of dollars'

worth of my clothes
out of my closet.

You told me I could take them.
You said you didn't want them
anymore.

And off to prison you'll go...

Enough!

Nina, I don't know

who you are.

And, quite frankly,
your cruelty,

it makes me sick.

I'm sorry, Nina,
but I would like you...

I would like you to leave.

- What?
- I can't sit here

and watch you destroy
this poor girl's life.

I won't allow it.

Please leave my house.

Uh...

Our house.

It's my house.

This is our house.

My...

house.

You can't do that.

Now!

Please leave now.

Would you like help
packing your things?

Uh, what?

Would you like help
packing your things?

Fuck you.

Uh, how we doing?

I need you to know
that it's not your fault.

This was a long time coming.

- Okay?
- What about Cece?

Don't worry. I'm talking
to my lawyers tomorrow.

I'm gonna get her back here,

make sure she's safe.

I'll start looking
for a new job.

What are you talking about?

My parole comes with conditions.

I haven't felt this way about
somebody in a very long time,

possibly ever.

And I really...
I want to help you out.

I want to help you out
any way I can.

I want you to stay here with me.

I want that too.

Wow, that's
some A-plus oral hygiene.

"Beauty is power.

"A smile...

"is its sword."

That's my mom's favorite quote.

- Mmm.
- She is obsessed

with this smile.

- That's pretty cheesy.
- Yeah.

What do you want?

Millie, are you okay?

Fuck.

- What happened?
- Trying to do breakfast in bed,

and then I saw
the creepy groundskeeper guy

just staring at me
through the window.

I've had enough of that asshole.

Hey! Hey!

Come here.

Get your shit
and get out of here. Okay?

We don't need you anymore.

You're fired.

Fired!

Got that?

Fuck that guy, right?

Never understood why Nina wanted
him around so much.

I could never stand him.

I'm sorry. It's your mom's
good china.

It's okay. Come here.

I don't want you to worry
about cleaning or cooking

or anything like that.

You could twist my arm.

Don't throw any of these out.

Okay?

Yeah.

I got a plate guy.

He's real good
at putting them back together.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

You'll learn.

Welcome home.

- Hey.
- Hi.

The plates are still dirty.

I didn't want to cut myself
washing them.

- Oh. Mmm.
- Yeah.

- And I don't want that.
- Mm-mm.

Dinner smells really good.

- It does, doesn't it?
- Yeah.

What do you say we put a pin
in dinner for a little bit?

- Sure. Yeah.
- Yeah?

How do you feel about champagne?

In here, seriously?

Yeah. We'll be acrobatic.

Bubbles. Bubbles.

Okay.

Ready?

Cheers.

What do you think?

- You like it?
- It's really bubbly.

Andrew?

Andrew, I'm stuck.

Andrew, can you open the door?

Andrew, can you hear me?
Can you let me out?

I will.

Just not yet.

What... What do you mean?

What are you talking about,
Andrew? Let me out.

Andrew, come on.
Is this a game?

I wish it was.

What?

What are you talking about?
Andrew, open the door.

Andrew! Open the door, Andrew!

Andrew, let me out of here!

Let me out of here!

Oh, my God.
Let's get the hell out of here.

Whoo!

Fuck you, Andrew!

Oh, fuck you.

Dear Cece,

if you're reading this,

I'm either dead

or you just turned 18.

Either way, I needed you to know

that your mother was
a fucking idiot.

Full stop.

What do you expect from
a girl whose parents died
when she was eight

and spent the rest
of her childhood
in shitty foster homes?

I did not,

as Andrew likes to insinuate,

have anything to do

with that fire that killed them.

I love my parents more than
anything in the world,

and for a long time,

I wish I'd gone
right up with them.

But I didn't.

So I had to keep living.

Abandonment issues,

trust issues,

self-esteem issues.

I filled the whole bingo card.

I'm not sure if it was
a miracle or just dumb luck

that I survived my childhood,

but I eventually
scholarshipped my way

into law school.

And I almost made it
to the other side.

Almost.

But there was
that married professor

who knocked me up.

He didn't want anything
to do with us.

Sometimes I think about
that law degree I bailed on,

whether it would have made
a difference in the end.

Nina, get in here

with the Grady spreadsheets.

Coming.

Is there a way
I can get some of her money?

Well, you're asking yourself,

"Will this arbitration
ever end?"

- There they are.
- Hi.

Jesus Christ, Nina!

Go clean yourself up.

God.

Oh, sorry.

What the fuck?

Right?

It's amazing
what you'll trade away

for the sweet relief
of health insurance

and child care.

And it was that exact moment...

he came into my life.

- Hi.
- I'm so sorry about Lynch.

The guy can be a real asshole.

That's why he's my lawyer.

- Yeah.
- Are you okay?

Uh, no, I'm sorry.
Yeah, I'm okay.

I just feel really bad
about what happened,

and I'd love
to take you to lunch.

Oh, you don't have to do that.

I want to.

At the time,

I thought he was
so goddamn charming,

humble, handsome,

a million-dollar smile.

- Mmm.
- Um...

Hey, I was thinking maybe
we could go out sometime.

My mother loves children.
She could babysit.

Or, of course, your daughter
could come with us.

I would love that.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

It took him six days
to get in my pants

and six weeks to propose.

Oh, my God.

Are you kidding me?

Andrew!

Honestly, I would have
said yes halfway through
that first fucking lunch.

How was I supposed to resist
a knight in shining armor?

The house should
have been a tip-off.

A storybook kingdom he built

for some mysterious fiancee
named Kathy,

who jilted him.

I should have asked
what happened to her,

but I didn't.

"Her loss," I thought.

Wow.

Something smells amazing!
What is that?

I think what you're smelling is

the vanilla cardamom
coffee cake I just made,

and you're gonna be
my guinea pig.

Oh, I'd love to be.

I hate to break it to you,
sweetheart,

but your roots are
making a break for it.

Well, good news, I just made
a salon appointment with Mark,

and he's gonna beat them
back in today.

Mmm.

I love Mark for that.

Andy, hi.
I'm so sorry I'm late.

Oh, that's okay.

Stopped by
that Thai place you like.

Want me to make you a cocktail?

- There she is. Hi. Hi.
- Hi.

Was someone a silly goose

and forget
to get their roots done?

Mmm. Mm. Mm.

I got caught
at the park with Cece

before I dropped her off
at Lena's. I'm sorry.

I'm gonna reschedule

and get this stuff on the table.

Hey, before you do that...

you think you can give me
a hand with something?

What?

I just have this last-minute
meeting with the board,

and there's these notes.
I cannot seem to find them.

I think they're upstairs
in the storage room.

- Right now?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Can you give me a hand?

- You know it.
- Thank you.

Ah.

I'll go turn the light on.

I'll be right up.

Okay.

- Babe, there's no files in here.
- I know.

Babe.

Andy.

Andy?

I'm here.

Andy, it's locked.

I am very disappointed, Nina.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

Your hair is a privilege
and it needs to be cared for.

Um...

My hair?

Are you aware
of how embarrassing it is

to have your wife walking around
town with her roots showing?

I'm gonna make
another appointment,

I told ya.

I need you to be better.

For the both of us.
I really do.

Andy, I'm gonna get
my fucking roots fixed, okay?

So you can let me out
of the room now, please.

I will.

Just not yet.

I need you to understand
that there are consequences
to your actions.

What are you
fucking talking about?

I have an envelope, which I will
be sliding under the door.

Now, listen
very carefully, please.

I need you to...

pluck 100 hairs

from your scalp
with the roots intact.

- Um, what?
- Nina,

I need to see those follicles.

Okay, babe, you got me.

That was good.

You got me.

Please let me out.

Once you've done that,

please put them back
in the envelope

and slide it under the door,

and then we can discuss
your freedom.

Andy!

This isn't funny!

Andy!

I'm not doing this anymore.

Please let me out
of the fucking room!

I'm so sorry.

Andy.

And I love you so much.

Babe?

Babe?

Andy?

Andy!

Cece! Andy! Please!

Fuck!

Who was this man I married?

What had I done

to deserve this?

No food.

Three tiny bottles of water.

The only bathroom was
a bucket in the closet.

I thought back to when it was
just me and you, Cece.

I had no idea
how good we had it.

Even if we were constantly
on the brink
of financial disaster.

Now what choice did I have

but to obey this fucker

if I ever wanted
to see you again?

Andrew,

I did everything
that you asked me to do.

Can you let me out, please?

One of the strands didn't
have a follicle,

so you have to start again.

What?

Andrew, Andrew, please.

Please be more careful
this time.

Andrew! Please!

Please!
Andrew, please!

Andrew!

Oh... fuck!

This was for your own good.

If you'd let me,

I can help you
become a better person.

Mmm.

Cece.

Cece!

Oh, baby, hi. Hi, come here.
Come here.

Oh.

Cece!

No!

Cece!

If I were the police,
maybe I would have
thought the same thing,

that I had drugged
and tried to drown my baby,

that I had swallowed
a bottle of pills

and tried to off myself, too.

No one would
believe my husband was
a cruel, sadistic monster.

How could a man that handsome,
that successful,

that well-loved
be anything but a saint?

There is nothing in that attic
except boxes and papers, Nina.

When you're having delusions,
they can feel very real,

even when they're not.

While they pumped me
full of antipsychotics,
antidepressants,

all I could think about was you.

After nine months,

I realized the only way
to get back to you

was to admit...

what I'd done.
So, I fell on my knees,

confessed everything
and begged for my freedom.

We're gonna be so happy, Nina.

As long as you follow the rules.

But by that time,

I understood I'd never be free.

No matter
how hard I tried to prove

I was the happiest,
most perfect wife...

in the entire world,

Andrew had convinced

all those adoring
shit-for-brain vipers

that I was crazy,

dangerous, unfit
to raise my own daughter.

And he was crowned
Husband of the Year

for sticking
by his unhinged wife.

Of course,
he wanted his own baby.

But there was no way

I was gonna let him plant

his evil seed in me.

I snuck away to the city,
got an IUD,

the same doctor I eventually
blackmailed to lie

and tell Andrew
that I was fresh out of eggs.

Anything was an excuse
to lock me up.

Leaving the lights on,

when you spilled your juice
at the breakfast table.

And any time I fought back,

he made sure to remind me
that he held all the cards.

Enzo was my only connection
to the outside world,

the only one who believed me.

He tried to help us escape.

He got us fake passports,

but Andrew found them
in my drawer

and back to the institution
I went.

Every asset was in his name.

I had no money, no credit,
no family, no friends.

I was
a psych ward frequent flier

with zero chance at custody.

If I tried to run,

Andrew would hunt me down
and drag us back,

and everyone would
call him a hero.

I was trapped.

There was no chance in hell

he would ever let me leave
the marriage alive.

And if I died,

what would become of you?

What had I done

bringing this man

into your life?

And then it dawned on me.

Andrew did have a weakness,

his need to be adored.

So I started making a plan.

- You went away again.
- I know.

And now I'm back.

Andrew found the passports.

Look, I know a guy
who could help.

I think that would only
make things worse for me.

I could help you.

You need to stay
out of this, Enzo.

Listen to me carefully.

All right? I lost a sister
to a man like Andrew,

and I will not let
this happen again.

So now you go,
you pack your bag,

you take Cece,
and you leave right now.

I will take care of Andrew.

No,

Andrew's gonna leave me.

How?

Millie was
exactly Andrew's type.

Pretty, smart, blonde,

all alone in the world,
someone he'd want to save.

Disowned by her parents,
fired from her last job,

broke, no friends,
living in her car,

and the crown jewel,

out on parole

after serving ten years
of a 15 year sentence.

And not for drugs
or drunk driving

or some other teen bullshit.

She was in prison for murder.

My plan was to hire
a pretty girl to replace me.

But once I met Millie,

I came up with a better plan.

Enzo begged me
to find another way,

to leave Millie
out of all this, but...

I knew it was the only way
I could truly be free
from Andrew.

I made him promise
not to interfere.

It was her
or it was Cece and me.

He reluctantly agreed,

but he said he would stay
to keep an eye on her.

Part of me hopes
you'll never read this.

But if you do,

I'm glad you know
the whole story now.

I just needed you to know
I wasn't a bad person.

Hiring Millie was the only way
I could keep you safe

and set us both free,

if we get lucky enough

to make it all the way to free.

And I figured if anyone could
take care of this situation,

it was her.

- Millie.
- Ah!

Millie, please stop.

Please?

Open the door.

- I can't do that.
- Why not? Come on.

I will.

Just not yet.

Andrew, what the fuck
do you want?

It's irreplaceable, Millie.

What?

My grandmother,
she brought this china

all the way from London.

And my mother,

she served every single
holiday meal on it

with not so much
as a single chip.

And then you drop it.

Like a careless child,

you drop it.

And on top of that,

you don't even clean it.

It was an accident, Andrew.

Family heirlooms are
a privilege, Millie.

And now one of mine
is in 21 pieces,

and you didn't even clean it.

Let me out,

you're a fucking psychopath!

I will let you out,
But first, you need to atone.

So what you're gonna do...

is you're gonna take this
piece right here in my hand,

and you're gonna carve
21 lines into your stomach,

one for every piece
that you fucking broke.

Once you've done that,

we can discuss your freedom.

If...

you don't do it properly,

you are just going
to have to do it again.

So I suggest you do it right
the first time.

In your fucking dreams.

And I need these to be
long and deep cuts.

Oh, and please slide the piece
under the door when you're done.

I'll be watching.

Andrew?

Andrew!

Andrew!

Andrew!

It's pretty clear now

that Nina knew
everything about me

from the moment
I walked through her door.

It's funny.

The boy I went to prison for
was a lot like Andrew.

Stupid rich,

good looking,

adored by everyone.

A saint.

Help.

I didn't mean to kill him...

but I'm not sorry I did.

Millie, what did you do?

Oh, my God, what did you do?

I was trying to do a good thing,

but my roommate
denied everything.

I don't know why.

Everyone believed the rich kids,

not the scholarship
charity case.

Even my parents.

The only option was
to take a plea deal.

Manslaughter,

fifteen years.

I made parole after ten.

It wasn't a smooth transition
into the real world.

I guess I don't handle
creeps very well.

Keep your hands off us,
Charlie, you fucking freak.

Nina was looking
for an escape hatch.

I was it.

Good for her, I guess.

Now I'm the butterfly
in the box.

All those years I persisted,

I survived,

I fought back.

But in the end,

there's only one way out
for girls like me.

Surrender and hope for the best.

Andrew, I did it!

Andrew, you can let me out now!

I had two days left.

I know,

but we have to go.

Where?

We are gonna find
somewhere new to live.

Just the two of us.

We're free.

What?

What?

What about Millie?

Millie's... gonna
stay with Daddy.

I think we should
take her with us.

Millie can take care of herself.

Good morning, sleepyhead.

How are you?

I'm okay.

I really do want
a life with you.

I really do.

You just need to learn

that there's consequences

to your actions.

Think about it.

You'll have everything
you've ever wanted.

An education,
financial stability,

a beautiful home,

a family.

Isn't that what you want?

I do want those things.

So do I.

Just not with you, asshole.

God! God damn!

Millie, come here!

No, Millie. No!

Millie! Fuck! Millie!

Come on!

Open the fucking door! Now!

I am going to call the cops

and you're gonna rot
in fucking prison.

Open the fucking door!

Fuck!

Let me out!

I need a fucking sandwich.

Open the door!

Let me the fuck out!

Fuck!

Millie?

Millie.

Millie, are you there?

I'm here.

I'm so sorry, Millie.

I really fucked up.

I did a really terrible thing.

I just have such
a bad temper sometimes.

But I want to be better.

I know I can be better.

I want you to help me be better.

I need somebody to help me.

Can you open this door, please?

I'm so thirsty. Can you please
open the door

so I can get some water?

I will.

You will?

Yeah.

Just not yet.

I want you to do
something for me first.

What do you need me to do?

I need you to pull out
your front tooth.

What?

I think it would be good
for you to be without that smile

that makes all the bitches
in the neighborhood

just fall under
your fucking toxic spell,

to be without that smile

that your mother loves so much.

Millie, I'm not doing that.

I thought you said
you wanted my help,

and I was here
offering it to you,

but if you don't want it,
I'll go.

You're out of your fucking mind.

I'm not pulling my tooth out.

You know, Andrew, I've been
kind of locked up in a room

and the idea of consequences...

has been on my mind.

Millie, let me the fuck out!

Okay.

What if I sweeten the pot?

You know, the teapot.

What are you doing?

Mother Winchester's
heirloom dishes are

really, really fucking nice.

Millie, stop it!

Millie, stop.

These cups, they're like
little doll cups, Andrew!

Millie, stop it right now!

- Like a doll cup.
- Stop it, right now!

Millie! Stop it!

Cece would've loved
to drink juice out of these.

Millie, please, stop it.

- Stop it! Stop it, Millie!
- What... A gravy boat?

I fucking love gravy.

I had no idea they made these.

Please, Millie, Millie,
Millie, stop it right now!

Huh.

Please, stop! Stop!
Millie, please!

Little plates, just breaking.

Stop it right
the fuck now, Millie!

Millie, what do you want?
I'll give you anything.

You want fucking money?
I'll give you money!

I hope your plate guy's
really fucking good.

What the fuck do you want?

Okay, so we're bargaining now.
That's a really good sign.

But what I want you
to do, Andrew,

is pull out your fucking tooth.

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Not if I kill you first.

Fuck you.

So Nina didn't tell you
why I was in prison, huh?

I was imprisoned for murder.

What are you doing? Millie?

Millie, what are
you doing? Millie!

Millie.

Millie?

Okay, okay, okay,
Millie, Millie, stop.

Stop, stop, stop! Stop! Stop!

Okay, okay. Okay.
I'll do it. I'll do it.

Okay, wait, I wanna watch.

Okay.

Okay, put some elbow grease
into it.

I did it.

Millie, let me out.

Okay, slide it under the door.

Here.

Please let me out.

I'll come back in the morning.

What?

What? No, Millie, come back!

No, Millie. Millie let me out!

Let me out!

If he wants
to step into my shoes...

with my doctor

or have the cook flavor
my omelet with arsenic, eh?

What are the odds, gentlemen,

that I live to see
Mr. Barry hanged?

In James'
chronicle, dive at spa...

should've seen the look
on the Frenchmen's faces
when 23 rampaged...

and there were cannonballs.

Millie.

Hey, it's Nina.

You okay? I'm gonna
get you out of here.

Nina, what the fuck
are you doing?

I missed you so much!

You knew she'd
do this to me, didn't you?

Fuck!

Millie!

Come here, Millie.

What are you gonna do, Millie?

Millie! Motherfucker!

Millie!

Millie! Come on, baby.
Come on, Millie.

What the fuck!

Millie!

Millie?

Come on, Millie.

Come on, baby.

Millie?

Will you come
the fuck out, Millie?

Come on, baby.
I need you, Millie. Millie!

Millie, get the fuck out here!

Leave her alone!

Millie! I miss you
so fucking much.

Millie's gone.

So I guess you...

I guess you just came back
for nothing.

Guess I did.

Yeah. Sorry.

Mmm.

Look at us.

I fucked up

really bad.

Yeah.

I can admit when I'm wrong,
you know that.

We just sweep this
under the rug and we...

start fresh.

Pretend like
this didn't happen. Please?

I'm sorry.

I still love you.

I mean, you're still just the...

cute, helpless secretary I saw

sitting there in that office

with your leaky boobs.

Oh.

You were so cute.

And I just tried to help you.
I just tried to help you bring

that baby into the world,

who had no hope
of a future at all.

- Oh, God.
- See.

You can't... What...
What are you gonna...

What are you gonna do out there?

You can't, Nina,
you can't find this.

I might.

At this age?

I don't think so, baby.

One call and Millie is
back in prison, rotting away.

One week on your own
and you will be begging me...

to take you back.

So just... just stay.

Please.

Just stay.

Sweetheart...

everything you have is a lie.

Your daddy just handed you
your career.

Your child isn't
even really yours.

You have a wife
who fucking hates you.

And all these years

I've been watching you
dance around

like a fucking clown

just to get a little tiny
semblance of affection

from your cunt mother.

And you know what?
I almost feel sorry for you.

But I'd rather be dead...

than spend another day
with you, you fucking monster.

It would be my pleasure.

Pleasure's all mine.

What are you doing?

He fell...

trying to change a light bulb.

You know how he was.

Everything had to be perfect.

Run.

Don't come back.

You didn't kill him, I did.

No one's gonna believe that he
fell changing a lightbulb, Nina.

I guess we're gonna find out.

Go.

You didn't deserve any of this.

Neither did you.

Actions have
consequences, Andrew.

Enzo, it's done.

I'm gonna need
your help cleaning up.

This must be quite a shock.

You said you just
returned home this evening

after visiting your daughter
at camp.

And your housekeeper had
the week off.

That's right. Yeah.

Do you have any idea
why your husband might have

decided to change a light bulb
in the middle of the night?

I...

I guess,

you know, well,
he liked things...

to be a certain way,

everything perfect.

He had quite a deep cut
on his neck.

You don't normally see that
from a fall.

I actually knew your husband
a little bit.

He was engaged
to my sister, Kathleen.

Kathy.

Eight years ago,
she showed up on my doorstep
in the middle of the night

and she was never
the same after that.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It must have been
quite a violent fall.

Lots of impact.

Skin breaks.

Bones break.

Teeth break.

It seems to me this is

just one of those
freak household accidents.

Sometimes bad things happen
to good people.

We gather here today
to mourn the tragic passing

of Andrew Winchester.

Devoted son,

dedicated husband and father,

a respected business leader,

and true pillar
of the community.

His untimely death has
left us all

with a sense of shock,

that such a vital
and caring man could

suddenly be taken from us.

We struggle in these times
to understand God's plan,

and it is natural to question
God's power in times of grief.

But we must never lose our faith

- in God's love.
- Hi. Thank you for coming.

Thank you.

- Hi.
- Nina.

I'm so sorry.

Now, are you sure you're still
gonna sell the house?

What are you gonna do
all the way out in California?

Oh, well, I think we'll manage.

I'm so sorry about your son.

What a terrible accident.

He had a beautiful smile,

- didn't he?
- The best.

You know, they told me
he was missing a tooth

when they found him.

- Oh, my God.
- My God.

Yeah. Did you know that?

Did you?

That a tooth was gone?

If you don't take care
of your teeth,

you lose the privilege
of having them,

because teeth...

are a privilege.

- My condolences.
- Take good care.

This is how
you allow her to dress

for her father's funeral?

Hey.

Excuse me.

I told you to run.

I can't run.

I'm on parole. Remember?

Just make a life for yourself.

Wow. Well, tell me
about yourself, Millie.

Well, I definitely didn't plan
on being a housemaid.

It sort of just
fell into my lap,

and I realized
I really enjoy it.

For the right families,
of course.

Nina Winchester
recommended you very highly.

She...

She suggested you, actually.

Mrs. Winchester was
a pleasure to work for.

I...

I have to warn you.

My husband is a...

hard man to please.

So do you think you can help?

When would you like me to start?