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GLADYS: No.

("Twisted Nerve" by Bernard Herrmann playing)

‐(knife clicking) ‐GLADYS: No!

♪ ♪

No.

(gasping)

No!

(echoing): No!

♪ ♪

(groaning)

No!

(grunting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

My parents died when I was six.

Car crash.

I was sent to live with my Uncle Tony.

I'd never met him before, but Tony was cool.

At first.

Sadists are patient motherfuckers.

He spent the first year getting me toys for no reason

and having ice cream for dinner

and teaching me how to ride a bike and add fractions.

I was some orphan kid,

so he could've given me a hug a week and I would've loved him.

The first time he hurt me was on Christmas.

He bought himself

‐a little low‐volt cattle prod. ‐(electrical crackling)

A couple of days later, I got my first spanking

for leaving the top off the toothpaste.

I was bleeding for two days from it.

I'm so sorry.

He saved the real coup de grâce for my 16th birthday.

He promised me a gift I would never forget.

He loaded me in the car.

And we drove for six hours into the desert in Arizona.

I thought maybe he was just gonna kill me

and bury me out there.

But then we got to Tucson

and pulled into one of those shitty suburban developments.

Tony was pissing his pants, he was so excited.

A car pulled into the driveway,

and he got out his phone to videotape me

as I watched the couple who lived there

get out of their car.

(sighs)

(breath trembles)

It was my parents.

They never died.

Tony wasn't my uncle.

He was just some prick they sold me to

when they were done with me.

That's horrible.

I didn't even cry when I saw them.

I just let myself die inside.

All I felt was pain and hate.

I wanted to kill every living thing I saw or thought about.

Fortunately, the person I hated the most was me.

So I decided to kill myself first

and save the world all the trouble.

Why here?

Anyone who lives in L.A. knows about this place.

Anyone obsessed with famous murders, at least,

which is, like, everyone.

‐(chuckles) ‐I thought it would make news

if they found me in here.

No one was living here at the time,

so I snuck in and slit my wrists.

No one told me that if you die here,

you're stuck here forever!

(echoing)

‐I don't remember hearing anything on the news. ‐(scoffs)

The Realtor who was selling the house

found my body and the note.

She buried my bones in the backyard

and burned the note.

Fucking irony.

You seem happy here, though.

Come.

Be here with me.

I know you're like me.

Kill yourself,

and we can be together forever.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪

(gate creaks)

(doorbell rings)

JUAREZ: It's not that hard to hide one girl,

alive or dead, for a month or two.

Even longer. But four of them?

You're almost guaranteed one of them would get away

‐or turn up. ‐Well, we're praying for them.

Even after the way they bullied our daughter.

Can't imagine what their parents are going through.

Is there some new information since you guys came around

right after they disappeared?

'Cause we have nothing new to offer.

We finally got a warrant to check

your daughter's cell phone records.

She called the girls from here

about an hour after the livestream.

According to the missing girl's Snapchat tracking,

they all drove here together, and about 20 minutes later

their cell phones stopped transmitting

‐any signal at all. ‐W‐Wait... (chuckles)

You're saying they were here that night?

But their car was found out front of that girl Maya's house.

Five‐minute drive there, half‐hour walk back.

Someone could have easily driven it back that night

and walked home.

I‐I'm sorry, are you saying

that think Scarlett had something to do

‐with this? ‐TROY: Oh, come on.

Like you said, there were four of them.

Scarlett's a 16‐year‐old girl who failed gym last semester.

She has one friend, and she wasn't here that night.

She has you guys.

Okay.

Uh, okay. Yeah. We're done talking here,

at least not without a lawyer present.

Anything we say now, they're just gonna twist and turn

to fit their narrative.

Please just leave.

We will be in touch.

MICHAEL: Okay.

(bird cawing in distance)

What'd they want?

Is there something you need to tell us, sweetheart?

Because we love you.

No matter what, we will always do

everything we can to protect you.

I didn't hurt those girls.

But they were here that night?

Maybe the ghost killed them.

(footsteps ascending stairs)

WOMAN (whispering): We're waiting for you, Scarlett.

(echoing): Scarlett. Scarlett.

Scarlett. Scarlett.

‐(faint thud) ‐(gasps)

Hey, I'm sorry, but we need to schedule a session.

You'd think in death I'd want to stop working,

but you know what, not even death can stop ambition.

(chuckles)

Long way of saying:

I'm here if you want to talk.

(grunts)

Fuck.

You gonna kill us again?

Can we please kill her now?

ROWENA: Yeah, how long do we have to wait?

We've got all the time in the world.

So, we can only kill her once,

but we can torment her

and make sure she doesn't sleep at night

for a very long time.

Because she'll never really know‐‐

is today the day they finally decide to do it?

Is today the day they finally get their revenge?

(knife whooshes)

You're not gonna do shit.

NICOLE: I know her. She's a ghost here.

‐She's... she's mean. ‐So what? So are we.

(scoffs) Not like me.

‐We should go. ‐There's four of us and only one of her.

‐It won't matter. ‐What the hell did she even do to you?

(screaming)

Stay away from her,

or I swear I'm gonna go turn this house

into a new circle of hell for all of you.

(knife drops)

(breathing heavily)

♪ ♪

TROY: We expected her to be morose

after those girls from her school went missing,

but it's been almost two months now.

Shouldn't she be feeling better?

I'm not bummed about those bitches going missing.

Well, then what is it?

You don't talk to us about anything anymore.

You look like you haven't slept in weeks.

I mean, you never have Shanti over.

That's for her own good.

What‐what the hell does that mean?

MICHAEL: I understand, hon.

Dr. Grant told us that this could happen.

That knowing that awful things happened in a place

‐can make your psyche darker. ‐TROY: Oh, my God. Not this again.

‐He started to see things. ‐Don't be‐‐ dismiss me.

‐He started to see ghosts. ‐Uh, just one.

Energy. I mean, you can call it a ghost.

‐I‐I think that's what it was. ‐Oh, yeah.

It wasn't just any ghost.

Oh, shit! Oh!

The pig man. A man pig.

‐A ghost with a‐‐ with a huge pig head on it. ‐I googled what it was.

It's an urban legend about a‐a butcher from Chicago

‐in the 1800s. ‐And he ran and got me.

But by the time we made it back, he conveniently disappeared.

‐But I smelled bacon, bacon in the air. ‐This isn't a joke to me, Troy.

I saw something.

Can we grow up just a little bit? Please?

Now, I can't explain it...

Oh, I can. He had a Klonopin and three glasses

of Chardonnay that night.

You didn't tell me you were seeing ghosts.

‐Is that why you guys have been fighting for the past month? ‐No.

He has cold feet about buying this place,

and he is pretending that it's really haunted

to try to make me sell.

Well, I'm not gonna play

your Scooby‐Doo games, Michael Winslow.

This is my dream.

It was my dream too, Troy, but we're going broke.

We thought we could handle this on our own, but we can't.

And the bids we've gotten from the contractors are insane.

I'm gonna have to cash in my 401(k).

Troy, considering the fact that two of your family members

are suffering, maybe it's time to reconsider your dream.

Well, you know, one of them is a teenaged girl

who was pretty darn moody without the dark spirits

‐of this house's help. ‐Thanks.

And the other one is a selfish man

‐who breaks out in hives whenever I get my way. ‐I'm selfish? I'm selfish?

‐That's what's happening. ‐All I want is for all of us to be together and happy.

But I am scared.

Either I am losing my mind, or we're in danger here.

Wh‐What if the stories about this place are all true?

TROY: Oh, my God.

Is that why you called a family therapy session?

‐I... ‐So you can get her to validate

‐your insane ghost fantasies? ‐I didn't book the session, Troy.

‐You did. ‐Jesus Christ, Michael.

She was here when I got home from the hardware store.

That's all the time we have for today, but I'd like

for all of us to meet again next week.

I'll see myself out.

(Troy sighs)

You know, it's not perfect, but...

I like it here.

I like how it feels to be in this house.

Honey, you don't feel all the pain that's been inflicted here?

Of course I do.

That's what I like about it.

(Adam sighs)

So, who's your contractor?

‐Uh, YouTube. ‐Hmm.

Yeah, we've‐we've been sort of DIY'ing it.

There are some really informative videos online

for all kinds of stuff.

Wiring. Installing drywall.

Want to go upstairs?

Second bedroom.

ADAM: Ooh.

Okay. Wow.

Yeah. Our, uh, daughter actually finished that off.

Is she blind? Or have some kind

of learning disability that makes her not be able

to know if something's level?

Uh, no, not as far as I know.

You ever hear the saying, "A man who defends himself in court

‐has an idiot for a client"? ‐Sure.

(sighs) Do you know what a man who hires himself as a contractor

to fix his own house is?

Broke.

Usually divorced.

You're not saving any money if you have to end up

doing all the work again because you fucked it up

‐the first time. ‐I know, I know.

I just, I... We bit off too much.

And I haven't told my husband this,

but I have been dipping into our daughter's college fund

to keep things moving. I know.

I figure we'll get it all back,

but only if we finish the job quickly.

Which is why I called you.

We are overwhelmed. Please just tell me you'll take this job on.

I will drop to my knees and I will beg, if I have to.

How'd you find me?

You were the only contractor who had a shirtless photo

of himself on Angie's List.

‐It's hard to stand out these days. ‐Ah. Well, mission accomplished.

(Adam and Troy chuckle)

(loud clattering)

Oh. Michael.

This is, uh, Adam.

He is a contractor, and his initial bid

was much lower than the others.

Unless it's free, we don't have the money to pay him.

We have almost no extra cash.

And while you may be great at sucking dick,

with all the work we have left to do,

a couple BJs aren't gonna make up the difference.

Listen, this, it's a high‐profile gig.

"I remodeled the haunted house and survived"

is a pretty good selling point for new clients.

Why don't I come back, I'll take a look around,

and I'll give you a rough estimate

of how many BJs it would take for me to do the job.

I'm kidding.

I know I can find a way to make this work for all of us.

‐Tomorrow a. m. cool? ‐Yes. That is wonderful.

‐Thank you. ‐Sure.

Thanks.

You're cruel.

What?

You kind of get off on hurting people.

It's subtle, like the joy you take

in not returning a phone call,

or being the first to tell someone

that their partner is cheating,

or that you just came from a party

they weren't invited to‐‐ it's so subtle, Troy.

It just looks like a little bit of naughty fun.

But I know it's more than that to you.

Wait, you're just now realizing this about me?

‐After 20 years? ‐No, I've always known.

I guess I liked it. Or I didn't care.

But that was because you never turned your cruelty toward me.

Oh, he is a contractor, Michael; he's not a weapon.

And I don't even think he's gay.

That's not the point.

We don't have an open relationship,

and you flirting with him like that, in our house,

in front of me, that was an act of violence

‐towards our marriage. ‐Michael,

you are losing your mind.

Flirting is not fucking, okay?

I'm‐I'm sorry if I needed a little bit of life and fun,

since my husband started consorting with the dead.

We're in trouble, Troy.

We need to get out of this fucking house.

No. No. Michael,

we need to hire Adam to help us finish the job here.

Honey, we're way over our heads, okay?

I promise you, once we do,

we will have a real talk about what we want to do next.

All right?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Do you really think I'm cruel?

MICHAEL: I don't know what I think anymore.

♪ ♪

(moaning)

This has to be our secret, okay?

Michael and I do not have an open relationship.

(chuckles softly)

ADAM: Not even an HJ from a masseuse every now and again?

‐TROY (chuckles): No. ‐What kind of gays are you?

‐Okay. ‐You know, I just got out of a bad relationship, too.

To a woman. So... I get what you're going through.

‐Okay. ‐Yeah.

Uh, you weren't just, like, hinting

that you think that I should get a divorce?

Oh, you? Not at all.

I was just telling you my truth.

Yeah.

It's, like, I mean, Michael is losing his mind.

Mm‐hmm.

I can't stand him right now.

This house is gonna pay off like a slot machine,

but only if we put all of our energy into it.

(sighs) It's...

Our finances are not the issue; his negativity is.

I get it. Redoing a house puts a strain on people,

especially relationships.

If you want your marriage to survive,

you should have sex with me as much as possible

to distract you until the job's done.

‐Really? ‐Mm‐hmm.

(Troy chuckles softly)

(footsteps approaching)

MARTIN: Señor Adam?

(chuckles): Fuck.

(footsteps approaching)

MARTIN: All the way back here.

Oh, God.

I think there's a dead racoon or something in there.

Yeah.

Okay.

My God.

(clicks tongue)

‐(flies buzzing) ‐Oh, my God.

MICHAEL: No.

‐(Troy stammering) ‐No, we‐we had no idea.

‐No, please. Please, I didn't... ‐That was not us. Okay?

Oh, shit!

‐What the fuck? ‐Oh, fuck! Fuck!

‐TROY: Oh, my God! ‐MICHAEL: What the fuck?!

Aah!

He's a good man. He was gonna be a problem.

‐What the fuck? ‐Now all three of us are in this together.

‐What? Fuck you. You're crazy. ‐No, no, no.

I'm just seizing an opportunity. I'm gonna be honest with you.

I'm in kind of a tough spot right now, work‐wise.

I've got a couple outstanding lawsuits,

not to mention my divorce,

and I may or may not have stolen some clients' funds.

‐Wha...? ‐I don't have to keep anything from you guys now.

‐I'm calling the police. ‐What the fuck you think they're gonna do?

They're gonna be so distracted with the dead laborer

that they're not gonna notice the four dead girls

they've been looking for for months?

Oh, Jesus Christ!

ADAM: Here's my proposal.

We put Martin in the crawlspace with the ladies,

then we just put some lime on them

to cover the smell this time, button it up, good as new,

‐never mention any of this again. ‐Oh, why would you do that?

Because we'd be partners.

This haunted B and B thing? I love it.

I mean, listen, and I'll still help with all the work.

I'm actually a pretty decent contractor,

except for the stealing and the... senseless violence.

Hmm.

Fine.

Just stay away from our marriage.

(sighs): Actually...

I want in on that, too.

‐What? ‐Your marriage. I don't want to sleep

in the same bed as you guys, or put my toothbrush on the counter

next to yours, but I want mouth and ass privileges.

MICHAEL: Get the fuck out of here.

I'm not gonna let you blackmail us

into destroying our marriage.

Do you want to tell him, or should I?

Tell me what? Tell me what, Troy?

Okay, there are five dead people in this room right now.

‐This is not the time. ‐Did you fuck him?

Hey! What are you doing?

‐Did you fuck him? ‐Yes, I fucked him!

'Cause you haven't touched me in months!

And you have lost your fucking mind!

I can give you guys a minute, if you want.

‐Get out! Get out! ‐Michael!

‐Stop! Stop! Michael! ‐ADAM: Fine.

‐Get the fuck out of our house! ‐Michael!

(Michael and Troy gasping)

‐MICHAEL: What the fuck?! ‐Oh, my God!

MICHAEL: Troy!

‐Michael. ‐What?

‐Was that her? ‐No. No.

‐It was a man in that suit. ‐Okay.

All right, she's not here. Come on.

All right.

‐Back door. ‐Okay.

Oh, my God!

Michael... (yelps)

I'm so sorry! I should've believed you!

‐That's okay. Let's go. ‐I'm so sorry!

(door opens)

What... what's happening?

What's happening?

What? What?

‐Who...? ‐I'm so, so sorry.

‐What are you...? ‐Baby...

Michael, what's happening?

♪ ♪

(door creaks)

TROY: Oh, dear!

Are you a friend of Scarlett's?

‐(knife piercing skin) ‐(Troy shouting)

Hey! (gurgles)

(Troy sobbing)

What's...? What...?

It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay.

TROY: (whimpers) I don't understand.

♪ ♪

KIDS: Trick or treat!

♪ ♪

(door creaks)

Dads?

Dads?

Hello?

(flies buzzing)

You're gonna have to hit Home Depot

and pick up some lime, bitch.

I made a list of all we need.

Dad?!

Dad! Da...

Honey?

We need to talk.

(screams)

(gasps)

(whispers): It's okay, it's okay.

(breathing heavily)

Did you kill them?

Now you have no excuse not to stay.

I don't understand why we didn't remember being murdered.

It's a very traumatic experience to be murdered so violently

in your own bedroom.

It's not uncommon for a person to repress that memory

as a coping mechanism.

"A coping mechanism"?

We are dead.

Can't we at least be liberated from the worst parts

‐of being human when we die? ‐Apparently not.

At least not in this house.

So this is it? This?

This is, this is the great mystery

of life and death?

Just an endless prison of more of the same?

(scoffs) Sure, I was worried about hell.

What gay Catholic isn't?

Torture and torment are at least kind of sexy.

The one thing I did not worry about in the afterlife

was that it was gonna be mundane.

I understand.

But, you know, I have found a way

to get some fun and relaxation while I'm here.

I'm working with the other therapist who's trapped here

on a book for all of us.

Wow. Can we talk about what's important here?

Scarlett,

how do you feel about all this?

(sighs)

I don't know. I mean,

you guys are dead, which is sad,

but you're also, like, not dead.

Honey, we need to find someplace for you to live.

All right? It's not safe for you here.

No one's gonna hurt me here.

There are literally hundreds of spirits in this place,

most of them not very nice.

Yeah, that crazy girl who killed us would probably be

first in line, I bet.

She's not gonna hurt me.

She...

protects me.

You know her?

She's my girlfriend. (exhales)

She kind of killed you guys to keep me here.

And you think we're gonna let you keep seeing her after this?

Um, I'll do what I want. I mean, I don't know

if you guys realize this or not,

but you can't tell me what to do anymore.

‐Scarlett, that's not very productive. ‐What? They're dead.

They're trapped in this house forever,

while I can come and go.

I'm pretty sure that makes me emancipated.

Why are you being so difficult about this?

We're just trying to protect you from what we're going through.

‐I mean, isn't that what fathers do? ‐You guys were dumb enough

to get yourselves in over your heads with this house

and then get killed in it.

Why should I listen to anything you say?

Hey. Where are you going?

I'm getting dressed.

There's a Halloween thing at Griffith Park tonight.

(exhales)

You know what, I want the name of the other therapist

who is dead in here.

You're terrible.

(Michael exhales)

Do you have time for a one‐on‐one?

♪ ♪

(zipping)

(gasps)

(scoffs)

(laughing)

You ready to go?

You can't come with me.

Yes, I can.

It's Halloween. It's the one day of the year

when the dead can walk the earth.

(chuckles softly)

(door closes)

♪ ♪

Is that true?

We can leave the house tonight?

It's perfect. She'll be a lot easier

to kill outside of the house.

Is that really how we want to spend our one night out a year?

Getting revenge on the bitch who murdered us?

Um, yeah.

SCARLETT: They probably would have gotten a divorce if you hadn't.

And now, at least I don't have to go to two houses on holidays.

It's not that bad, you know.

What, divorce?

Death.

‐Eternity in that house. ‐Hey.

You're the love of my life.

Being somewhere with you, forever,

in a place where time doesn't exist sounds like heaven.

But...

I just don't know if I'm ready to give up the world yet.

Promise me you won't rob me of that choice.

If we're in the house, you can't just kill me

because you're afraid I'm gonna abandon you, okay?

I promise.

♪ I can keep a secret ♪

♪ If you hush, hush ♪

So, what do you want to do with your one night

in the world, my love?

Are you kidding?

Hey. (groans)

I want to have a nonstop orgy of trouble

‐and pain. ‐(laughing)

♪ Off with your head ♪

♪ Dance till you're dead ♪

♪ Heads will roll ♪

♪ Heads will roll ♪

♪ Heads will roll ♪

♪ On the floor ♪

♪ Glitter on the wet streets ♪

♪ Silver over everything ♪

♪ The river's all wet ♪

♪ You're all chrome ♪

♪ Dripping with alchemy ♪

♪ Shiver stop shivering ♪

Hi.

Shanti. Hi.

‐Who's this? ‐I'm Ruby.

I'm her girlfriend.

Is she why you never text or call me back anymore?

Why, every time I ask to come see you, you leave me on "read"?

Probably. Or maybe she's just not into boring people anymore.

♪ The men cry out, the girls cry out ♪

♪ The men cry out, oh, no... ♪

What the fuck was that? She's just a friend!

How am I supposed to know that?

I'm sorry. I'm possessive.

Shanti, wait!

♪ Off, off with your head ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance till you're dead. ♪

(crying)

Shanti.

Hey, I'm really sorry about Ruby.

She can be kind of an asshole.

She's been through a lot.

You're my only friend.

And I was yours.

And then that thing with those girls happened,

and you just disappeared.

I used that as an excuse to not have to come back to school.

I told my dads I was traumatized,

which was a lie.

I know.

I know you. Nothing traumatizes you.

I think you may be a psychopath.

I looked it up online, and you fit all the traits.

You don't have any empathy or conscience.

You use people like they're objects.

Look, my home life has gotten really complicated, okay?

I didn't want you there because it's not safe for you.

I'm trying to protect you.

From what?

The truth?

Like I didn't figure it out already?

I know you killed those girls.

I don't know how or what you did to them, but I know you did it.

I'm not like you.

Things do traumatize me.

I don't sleep much anymore.

I haven't been eating.

My parents want to put me on antidepressants.

I needed you.

To talk to me about all of this.

I needed you to tell me that I don't need to feel guilty.

About what? You didn't do anything.

But I know.

Those girls' families are freaking out.

They don't know if they're alive or dead.

I told the cops that I didn't think

you could do anything seriously bad, but...

that was a lie.

You're capable of anything.

‐Shanti... ‐Just leave me alone!

I don't want you in my life anymore.

(crying)

MAYA (whispering): Shanti.

Shanti.

(scoffs) I said leave me alone!

I don't understand.

‐You guys are alive? ‐MAYA: You should have told

the police about Scarlett.

You should have done something, Shanti.

ERIN: You, like, stood in the way

of justice, and you must be punished.

I hereby sentence you

to a really fucking violent and painful death.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Why should you get to have all the fun?

RUBY: If you touch Scarlett

or this one, I'm gonna be peeling your faces off

every day for the next thousand years.

Come on, girls.

This isn't over yet.

(knife clicks)

SHANTI: I thought they were dead.

They won't bother you ever again.

‐Thank you. ‐RUBY: You're Scarlett's friend,

so you're my friend.

I love her.

Then why are you keeping her from her life?

She doesn't go to school anymore.

She doesn't talk to me anymore.

If you really loved her, you'd set her free.

♪ ♪

(screaming in distance)

(sinister laughter)

(chain saw whirring)

‐(woman screaming) ‐(snarling)

(man grunting)

(screaming, groaning)

(man screaming)

‐(knife slashes) ‐(man groaning) ‐Ruby.

(knife squishes)

There's one in the corner if you want it.

(zipper closes)

Hey, bitch.

I told you, she's off‐limits.

Our faces will grow back, but if she dies out here,

‐you're stuck without her forever. ‐Ain't love a bitch?

Run!

(distorted screaming)

(dance music playing)

Nicole?

William?

WILLIAM: Where have you been?

I don't understand.

♪ ♪

(knife scraping)

‐Boo! ‐God, you scared me.

(panting)

We went at it all night.

They're all pretty tough, to tell you the truth.

‐Hmm. ‐I almost respect them.

They wore out first, though.

(both laugh)

What's gonna happen when someone finds all those bodies?

They'll send out an APB for a killer in a scary mask

‐and another in a Rubber Woman suit. ‐(laughs)

Listen, Ruby,

I need to tell you something.

It's not sunrise yet.

That little twat's not setting foot inside this house again.

(scoffs)

She's right.

Ruby,

I'm sorry.

I love you, but...

it's not what I want.

I want to live out here.

Anywhere but that house.

(sighs, sniffles)

Look, I'm really sorry about how I reacted

to you guys humiliating me.

I just need to go inside, gather my stuff

and say goodbye to my dads.

Can nobody kill me while I do that?

We were pretty awful.

At least we won't grow old and ugly now.

SCARLETT: Thank you.

(gate creaks)

Can I tell Mom and Dad?

No. Tell the police they'll find our bodies in the house.

But never come inside.

Do you understand?

‐Who should I say killed you? ‐RUBY: Me.

Ruby McDaniel. Tell them I live here

and they should come arrest me.

See you next Halloween.

♪ ♪

(sighs) Where will you go?

I'm not sure yet. Maybe abroad.

You guys won't need your retirement

or 401(k) funds, so I should have enough cash

to take my time figuring it out.

Scarlett, you have to go to school.

(chuckles): Or what, you're gonna demand

a ghost parent‐teacher conference?

School sucks.

I'll be fine.

I'll keep in touch. You guys can use cell phones, right?

‐TROY: Yeah. I assume. ‐Yeah.

I mean, we can fuck and bleed,

so cell phones are probably okay, too. (chuckles)

(sniffles)

Are you guys gonna be okay?

There's no more stress about money or the future.

We can just enjoy each other now.

And there's always Adam the contractor

‐in case either of us gets bored. ‐(scoffs)

‐Troy, please. ‐What? I'm‐I'm kidding.

I'm kidding. I'm not kidding.

(Scarlett breathes deeply)

(Scarlett sniffles)

I love you guys.

‐I love you, too. ‐I love you, too.

(sighs) Okay.

‐Got everything you need? ‐Yeah.

I'm fine.

‐Love you. ‐Love you, hon.

(exhales)

♪ ♪

(Scarlett sniffling)

You're the only person in my life

whose suffering brings me no pleasure.

Same.

♪ ♪

♪ Right or wrong, I'll be with you ♪

♪ Right or wrong, I'll be with you ♪

♪ I'll do what you ask me to ♪

♪ I'll do what you ask me to ♪

♪ For I believe that I belong ♪

♪ I believe that I belong ♪

♪ By your side ♪

♪ Right or wrong... ♪

(line rings)

(indistinct chatter, laughter)

♪ Right or wrong, it's gotta be ♪

♪ Always you... ♪

(phone vibrating)

♪ Always you and always me... ♪

Hello?

SCARLETT: Hey, baby. How are things going there?

Same shit. Like we're in a fucking sitcom.

Michael's making pancakes, and then I think

they're all playing running charades or some shit.

‐Hey, babe. ‐Now I'm convinced I'm in hell.

Hi, sweetie. Halloween's only two months away.

MICHAEL: We're going as gladiators.

God, they were never this good at being parents

when it was just me.

RUBY: What the hell else are they gonna do?

That dude Adam totally finished up repairs on the house.

Not that anyone

is gonna buy it after they found even more

dead bodies in it.

I may stab all these annoying fucks to death later

to cure my boredom.

I found him. Your fake uncle.

I got pretty close using Facebook.

Then I had to hard‐core gross flirt

with some dude at the DMV to get his address, but...

it's him.

Tony Peterson.

I even stole his mail just to be sure.

What are you gonna do to him?

Let's just say

that today is his last day on earth,

and it's gonna be the worst one he's ever had.

‐Love you, baby. ‐I love you.

Send pics.

♪ Right or wrong, it's gotta be ♪

♪ Right or wrong, it's gotta be ♪

♪ Always you ♪

♪ Always me ♪

♪ Always you and always me ♪

♪ Won't you take me along ♪

♪ Won't you take me along ♪

♪ To be with you... ♪

RUBY: A wise man once said

happiness is something to look forward to.

I never understood that until I was dead.

When you're dead and stuck in a haunted house for all eternity,

there's not much to do but wait and wait.

And the waiting, like another wise man once said,

is indeed the hardest part of love.

If it's real love.

‐Hey, sis. ‐Hey, Ruby.

Thanks for not stabbing me lately.

No problem.

On Halloween,

no one ever rang the door for candy at the Murder House.

But one person always showed up every year

like clockwork.

And so I waited, nervous and tremulous,

like the lovestruck schoolgirl I will always be.

And when she appeared to see me,

to hold me through that one night every year,

that was somehow enough.

♪ ♪

Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH