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[soft music]

[birds chirping]

- Oh.

- There she is. How are you?

- Good.

[chuckling happily]

- Come on, stop.

[birds chirping]

[♪]

[♪]

[insects chirping]

[intriguing music]

- Dina, I'm home!

[door closing]

[♪]

[♪]

- Shh! Archer, my parents are still awake.

- Shh.

[♪]

[bottle opening]

[blows out breath]

[blows out breath]

[intriguing music]

[sighs]

[♪]

[dramatic crescendo]

[silence]

[intriguing music]

[rhythmic music]

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

- Hmm, I would have had it catered.

- Huh, it's a barbecue honey, not a wedding.

- Trust me, they can afford it. I hear she does very well.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Wonder why they finally decided to have everyone over?

- They need a reason?

This neighborhood has a party every weekend.

- Hmm. [gasps]

- Perkins! - Betsy. Mwah. Pete.

So, we were just talking about the happy couple.

- You think they'll make it official?

- Well, they're engaged.

- You've never heard of anyone breaking off an engagement?

- Scott will tie the knot.

- How do you know?

- Ah, she's young, crazy successful.

I mean--

- Can't believe she's here.

- They agreed to keep it civil.

- That usually lasts until the lawyers get involved.

- Uh, it's not like they're being discreet.

- Well, why should they?

I mean, he didn't do anything wrong.

[chuckles]

- It's always the woman's fault, right, Roger?

- When she cheats on him it is, Dina.

- I'm sure they were both stepping out.

- You don't know that, Betsy.

- All that matters is the kids.

Brittany tells me

that Archer and Alexis sometimes stay here at Katie's,

with their father and her.

- Well, as they should. What, kids are resilient.

[laughs] - How do you know?

I mean, you're not divorced

and your kids are already out of the house.

- Okay, well I know Scott,

and there's no way he would give up custody.

- I just don't know what kind of woman

moves into this neighborhood.

- What do you mean what kind of woman?

- Single, no family, in her mid-thirties.

- It's safe, quiet, close to the city.

It's Maple Street.

- Exactly, it's strange. I agree with Betsy.

[scoffs]

- Maybe we should ask her.

[sighs] - Hi.

Everybody, thank you for coming.

- Katie, it's lovely. You've outdone yourself.

- Really, you think so?

- As long as you keep the booze coming,

no one can tell one way or the other.

- Okay.

Well, everything is ready so please, help yourself.

- Great, thanks.

- Yeah.

- What's wrong with you?

- The list goes on.

- And on.

- Ah, here comes trouble.

Rog, great seeing you. - What's up, man?

- Thank you for coming. - Oh, every time.

- Doctor. - Scotty.

[light music]

- Hmm. Hazel, how are you?

- Oh, you know,

we're all just one, big, happy family.

[annoyed chuckle] - Like the Mansons.

- Hmm. - I'm impressed you're here.

- What did you expect?

That I would just hole up in the house

and become a hermit?

[scoffs]

- I didn't think that.

- After all, we're all adults.

Even the children, apparently.

- Watch what you say, Hazel. We could be in-laws one day.

- As long as you understand I am big on tradition,

meaning the girl's parents pay for the wedding.

- Look, Ellen Tolbert.

[soft music]

- Oh. - Ellen.

- You look like you need a drink.

- How are you?

- I'm great. Thank you.

I'm gonna go get that drink.

- Uh-huh.

[light music]

[exhales]

- Appreciate you making the effort, boys.

- Every time. - Pleasure.

- Oh, Jake Tolbert as I live and breathe.

How are ya?

- Well, why don't you ask Ellen?

- Ooh.

- Right. Can I get you a beer? - Yeah.

Maybe something stronger, actually.

- Oh, okay. Gotcha.

- How about you, Doc?

You got anything stronger on you?

- Oof, not on me. Nope.

- What's the point of having a doctor for a friend then?

- I'm an OBGYN. - Huh.

- Hmm.

- Hmm?

- Oh, why not?

[♪]

[Katie]: Thanks, babe.

- It's a pretty good night, right?

- Mm-hmm. [chuckles]

- Well, I should get going.

- Oh, thank you again for coming, Hazel.

- Oh, I wouldn't miss it.

You two really know how to throw a shindig.

That was never my strong suit, was it, Scott?

You want the kids to stay here with you tonight?

- Always but we've really got a lot of cleaning up to do

and Alexis really wanted to spend the night with you.

- Hmm. - Unless you want a night off?

- Oh, Scott's right,

the kids should stay at home tonight.

I'll go round them up.

Alexis, Archer, let's go!

- Hmm. - Bye.

[sighs deeply]

- What is that? - Don't let her get to you.

That's what she wants.

- One of these days,

she's gonna get what's coming to her.

That's all I'm saying.

- Babe. - Bye, guys!

- Don't give your mother a hard time. Or do.

[laughs] - I know.

[insects chirping]

- Well, I think everyone had a nice time.

[Scott laughs]

Free food and drinks? Yeah, who wouldn't be?

- I'm being serious, Scott. - So am I.

[both chuckle]

- I feel like this is my second chance.

- Well, second chance? You mean, on Maple Street?

- Yeah, I mean you know it hasn't been easy

fitting in with the other women on this block.

- Of course not.

Because you are a successful professional.

And because all those other women

are shallow backstabbers.

- Well, your ex-wife is part of that group.

- Especially my ex-wife.

- Look, this is our home. I just want to fit in,

feel part of the neighborhood and part of a group.

- Oh, trust me, you don't.

- Oh yeah?

Why did you stay?

- For the kids.

And it didn't hurt

that you moved on to Maple Street.

[chuckles]

And a lot of people would kill to live here.

[sighs]

I know you wanna fit in.

I think that's wonderful.

But the last thing you should be worried about

is what all those other women think of you.

Because I love you.

[chuckles softly]

And isn't that all that matters? - It is.

- Do you um...

wanna finish this up tomorrow?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah?

- Let's go. - Oh. Okay.

[intriguing music]

Oh, in your fetching jamjams. Come here.

- Hi. - Welcome to my side of the bed.

- Ooh.

[♪]

[ominous music]

[birds chirping]

[door rings]

[exhales]

[intriguing music]

[panicked breathing]

[erratic breathing]

[♪]

- Charlie?

- Oh, hi, Katie. - Hey.

How long have you been here?

- Uh, at the Walkers, I don't know, maybe half hour.

I did the backyard first.

- And you didn't happen to notice anyone

stop by my house?

- No, but I can't say I was looking.

Is something wrong?

- What about when you were working at our house?

Notice anything strange, recently?

- Strange?

- Maybe someone you don't recognize, um,

someone watching the house?

- I haven't seen anything.

But I'm happy to keep my eyes open

if you tell me what to look for.

I'm working on the Tolbert's next.

- Okay. Thanks, Charlie.

[♪]

- Mm. This is fantastic.

- Hmm. - You really are a great cook.

- Hmm.

- Is something wrong?

- I'm okay.

- Okay. How's work?

- Um, fine.

Actually, I had to turn down a project.

I am so busy. [chuckles]

Well, when you're the best, they come looking for ya.

Mm.

- Scott, you didn't...

mention anything to anyone, did you?

- About what?

- About my past?

- Of course not.

What, you think I'd tell those people anything?

- The kids?

- Katie, what is this about?

- It's nothing. Really.

I think just with our wedding coming up,

I've just been thinking about it.

[exhales]

- Well, don't.

You don't have to think about that ever again.

It's in the past.

Right?

- Right.

- We're here now.

[unsure chuckle]

Hmm. And we have our whole future ahead of us.

[mysterious music]

[insects chirping]

[sighs sleepily]

[ominous music]

[breathes nervously]

- Scott. Scott, are you up? - Hmm? What? What?

- There's someone in our backyard.

- What? - Yeah,

there's someone in our backyard. He was looking at me.

- How do you know? - Because I saw him.

I saw him.

- Where?

I don't see anyone.

- I didn't imagine it. He was, he was right there.

He was, he was looking at me! - Okay, do you know who it was?

- No. I, I couldn't see his face.

He was too far away.

- Okay, let me go check it out.

- Okay.

I'll come with you.

- Okay.

- Oh, my God. - Let me grab a flashlight.

- Okay. - Where did you see him?

- He, he was out here.

- Like, around?

- No. [sighs]

Look, he, he was, I think right here.

I'm... I'm positive.

[Scott]: I don't see anything.

- Well, that doesn't mean

that there wasn't someone out here.

[gasps]

- Babe... the lights are on at the Tolberts.

- Yeah, but you know,

it could be a raccoon or a squirrel

that tripped the motion detector.

- Yeah, or a person!

- Yeah, like the Tolberts.

- Yeah, or a bad guy.

- Should we go? - Yeah, let's go.

- Okay. - You first.

- Yes, okay. - Okay.

- Stay tight, I wanna keep the umbrella above me.

[both gasp]

- Okay. - Sorry.

- No problem. No problem.

It's just another motion detector.

- Okay.

- Oh, my God. - Let's go, babe. Come on.

- Those plants are terrible.

- Come on.

[breathing nervously]

- Watch your step.

- Let's call the police. - And tell them what?

That a light went on on our neighbor's property

and we were the ones trespassing?

- I know, I realize that.

- Okay. That's not a good idea.

[gasps] What?

- Who's that? - You're freaking me out.

What? Hey, hey, hey!

- Hey, hey, hey. What are you doing?

[tense music]

- It's okay.

[dramatic crescendo]

[gasps] - Ah!

[gasps] - Oh, my God!

- Jake? - Jake.

- What?

What are you guys doing?

[light music]

- Jake, I don't even know what to say.

- No, no, don't worry about it.

- So, you're telling us

you weren't in our backyard at all?

- Why would I be?

- So, you didn't see anything?

- Like what?

- Oh, I don't know, just something suspicious?

- Oh. Does my wife

no longer sleeping in our bed count?

- Well, Jake, someone was lurking.

- It was probably just kids, Katie.

- At this hour?

- Yeah, especially at this hour.

[yawns]

Well, we are sorry to bother you, Jake.

- No bother at all. Just felt like I was 16 again

and my parents caught me

sneaking into the liquor cabinet.

[chuckles]

- Hey, why were you drinking out there anyway?

- You know somewhere else to enjoy some peace and quiet?

[♪]

[blues music]

- All right, executive decision.

Why don't we get a large pepperoni

and a large meat lover's. What do you guys say?

- Dad, you know I'm a vegetarian.

- Since when?

- Did you know this?

- You know what, Alexis? I actually prefer veggies

so um, we could split a margherita?

- Nah.

[sighs]

- So, Archer, have you started applying for colleges yet?

- Uh, nope, but I got time.

- Oh. Well, you know what? It doesn't hurt

to start thinking about where you wanna go at least.

You know, the deadline's gonna be here before you know it.

- Oh, is this an interrogation or a dinner?

- Funny guy. You should go to clown college, too.

[chuckles] - You know,

when I was applying to colleges,

I didn't get my applications in until right before Thanksgiving.

- Oh.

- Don't look at me like that. You're not helping.

[chuckles]

- Alexis, please.

[huffs]

- Um, so, Alexis, my strawberries are almost ripe.

I was thinking, the next time you're over,

maybe we could pick them together?

We could bake or... how does that sound?

[annoyed inhale and exhale]

- I'd rather stick this fork into my eyeball.

- Hey, Alexis!

What is that?

Apologize.

- No.

- You know what? Um, I'm gonna use the restroom.

- What is wrong with you?

- Why does she have to come to family dinners?

- Because she's about to be family.

- Yeah, not my family.

- She is going to be my wife, Alexis, and your stepmother.

Now, I'm sorry if you're having a hard time with that

but you're gonna have to get used to it.

[soft music]

[teary exhales]

[sniffing]

[exhales deeply]

[inhales deeply]

[exhales deeply]

- Okay.

- I don't know why

I can't just stay at home with Mom all the time.

- Because I'm your father.

- When the two of you were together,

you weren't so worried about spending so much time with me.

- I was working, Alexis.

[scoffs] - No wonder Mom left you.

- What? Excuse me? What was that?

- Nothing. - Hey.

I'm gonna take off. I'm uh... - What?

- I'm not feeling very well.

- Oh. I'll... I'll drive you.

- Please uh, stay. Enjoy dinner.

We brought two cars, so I'll just...

I'll meet you at home. - Okay, are you...

Are you sure you're gonna be all right?

- Yeah, I'm sure. - Okay, okay.

[Katie]: Yeah. Bye. [Scott]: Bye.

Drive safely. [Katie]: I will.

Hey.

[annoyed exhale]

- Are you happy?

[insects chirping]

[dramatic music]

[screams] - Oh, my God!

[screaming]

[grunts in pain]

[pained groan]

[erratic breathing]

[screams]

[erratic breathing]

[ominous music]

[dial tone]

[operator]: 911, what's your emergency?

- I need help.

Someone just broke into my house.

[erratic breathing]

[police radio chatter]

- And do you know how the intruder got inside?

- I'm assuming she came in through the side door.

- You don't lock it?

- Not always.

- Tonight?

- I, I don't know. [Scott sighs]

- Ms. Wagner, you keep referring to the intruder as a she.

How do you know it was a female?

- I could just tell. The way she moved.

When she grabbed me.

I don't know. I...

I guess I can't be certain.

- And can you think of anyone who might want to hurt you?

[intriguing music]

Ms. Wagner?

- No. No one.

- Ms. Wagner, if there's something

that you're not telling me--

- So um, what happens now?

- We talk to your neighbors.

We find out if they saw anything.

But I have to tell you, this is an unusual situation.

- What do you mean? - Well, most of the break-ins,

especially in this neighborhood, are burglaries.

But according to you, nothing was taken.

- Not that I noticed, no.

- Well, we will keep working on it.

And if you can think of anything at all,

you have my card.

[Scott sighs] - Thank you.

[insects chirping]

- Of course it was Hazel. Who else could it have been?

- Well, it's not her style!

[laughs] - Oh, it's exactly her style.

Bitter and unhinged.

- You were married to her, all right, but I--

- Yeah. - I know women like her.

I mean, they fight with... with insults and rumors.

Not with physical violence and breaking and entering.

- Maybe she snapped. - Oh, she snapped?

- Yeah. - Just like that?

She just snapped. - That's snapping.

- It's not possible!

[sighs]

[intriguing music]

- What are you doing? - Shh!

I'm trying to hear what they're saying.

- Well, then ask Dad. Don't eavesdrop.

- Well, they're blaming Mom.

What, you don't believe she did it, do you?

- Of course not!

- Okay, well, then, did you do it?

- I was in the restaurant with you.

- No, did you get Brittany to do it?

- Are you crazy? You're the one

that has a problem with Katie. Not me.

- Okay, well, then someone obviously hates her

as much as I do.

- Clearly.

[sighs] - Well,

if it wasn't Hazel,

she could have sent one of her friends to do it.

- Scott, they're housewives, not hitmen.

- So?

- Ugh.

[sighs] - Oh my God.

- Scott, I have to tell you something.

[exhales]

- Okay. - Mm-hmm.

A few days ago, I got a letter.

- A letter?

- Yeah, um, more like a note.

And it was left on our front doorstep.

- What did it say?

- Uh...

It said...

"I know who you are."

- What?

- Yeah. - Katie.

Katie, why didn't you tell me this before?

- I don't know.

I guess I hoped it would just go away.

[sighs] Or that it was um...

some sick prank or something.

- Oh. - I'm sorry.

- Hmm.

So, someone knows.

- Yeah. - Ugh.

- I mean, at least we know it wasn't Hazel.

- Why?

- Because you didn't tell her. Right?

- No. No. - Right, right, right.

- Of course not.

- Well, then-- - Okay.

Well, what if the note and the assault

are not related? Did you think of that?

- Do you really believe that?

- I don't know. I don't.

But I'll tell you this.

I am not going to discount Hazel so easily.

[intriguing music]

Mm-mm. - Okay.

- "I know who you are." - Yep.

- No. - Mm-hmm.

- I know who she is.

- Okay.

[birds chirping]

[♪♪]

- You don't live there anymore!

- Go back inside, Mrs. Claremont!

[birds chirping]

[♪]

[thudding on door]

Hazel, open up! I wanna talk to you!

Hazel!

[thudding on door]

Hazel! Hazel!

- What the hell are you doing?

- Tell me the truth, Hazel, and don't lie to me.

Did you have anything to do with the attack on Katie?

- Are you out of your mind?

- Don't you lie to me.

You knew about it, didn't you?

- Well, obviously, the kids told me.

They were pretty upset.

- Oh, I doubt that.

- You think I attacked her?

- I wouldn't put it past you.

- How dare you. - Spare me.

I know what you're capable of.

- I couldn't care less about Katie.

Much less want to hurt her. - Oh yeah?

And what number is that today, Hazel?

- No longer your business. That's what number.

- Okay, I'm gonna tell you this one time.

If I find out that you even laid a finger--

- Dad! Stop!

[sighs]

[soft music]

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, where are you going?

- Away from here. - Hey, listen to me.

You can't do anything about it.

Your folks have to figure this out for themselves.

- You know, maybe Alexis is right.

Maybe Katie is the problem.

- Archer, your parents didn't get divorced because of Katie.

They got divorced because your mom...

You know what? It doesn't even matter.

The important thing

is that you can't let it get to you.

[huffs] - Let's go to your place?

- My parents are home and they're even crazier.

[laughs] - Uh, the lake?

- The lake.

- All right.

[ice-cream truck music]

[uplifting music]

[indistinct chatter]

[brakes screeching]

[kids screaming happily]

- Okay, okay. I promise, there's enough for everyone.

Now, who wants ice-cream?

[all]: Me!

- How about you?

- May I please have a hazelnut ice-cream?

- I think we can manage it.

[dramatic music]

[police sirens]

[police radio chatter]

[intriguing music]

- Mr. Lambert, when was the last time

that you saw your wife?

- Ex-wife.

- My apologies.

- Um...

a few days ago.

- Not two?

- A neighbor claims that she saw you two--

- Who? Mrs. Claremont, the neighborhood sentinel?

She's been here since the dinosaurs.

Ever since her husband died,

she's always outside watching.

- I'm sorry, we just need to be precise.

- Well, if she says it was two days,

then it probably was. So...

What, Thursday afternoon, I went to Hazel's house.

- And what was the purpose of your visit?

[exhales]

- We got into an argument.

- About the break-in that happened here.

You believed that your ex-wife was responsible

for the assault. - I don't know.

I figured she had to be in some capacity.

- And what did she say?

- She denied it, of course.

- I don't mean to pry

but I need to ask you some sensitive questions.

Why did you and your wife divorce?

[exhales] [blows out breath]

- She had an affair.

- Ms. Wagner,

what was your relationship like with Mrs. Lambert?

- Can you stop calling her Mrs. Lambert?

Please.

This is going to be Mrs. Lambert, okay?

- I'm sorry.

What was your relationship like with Hazel?

- Cordial, I guess.

- Really.

- I mean, we were trying to keep it that way for the kids.

- That couldn't have been easy.

- If you are insinuating

that Katie had anything to do with this,

you are very mistaken.

- I'm not insinuating anything, Mr. Lambert.

I'm only trying to figure out who killed your ex-wife,

and in order to do that,

I need to understand her relationships.

I understand that it has been a shock to you,

to everyone.

But I will need you to come down to the station

to make a formal statement, eventually.

But for now,

I think that I have everything that I need.

- Uh, Detective. Look, I um...

I don't mean to give you a hard time.

I just found out the mother of my children...

I just...

I don't know

what I can tell you that will help.

- Well, you would be surprised.

Sometimes, it's the most inconsequential thing

that can break a case.

[intriguing music]

[birds chirping]

How's it goin'?

- Uh, coming along. There's no prints

or biological matter in the truck.

Whoever did this was careful.

How about them? Do you think they did it?

- I can't tell yet. They're hiding something though.

- How do you know that?

- You spend much time in this neighborhood, Simms?

- No. But it looks nice.

- Exactly.

Looks can be deceiving.

[birds chirping]

- The Lord is my Shepherd I shall now want.

Yea, though I walk through

the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil.

For thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff,

�

they comfort me.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth-- - Keith Davies told me

that Scott was screaming at Hazel

the night before the murder.

- You know Katie works from the home, right?

- I know. So what?

- So, she sees everything that goes on.

Probably knows

when the ice-cream truck comes, too.

- Scott is hotheaded,

but I can't see him doing anything like this.

- Well, personally,

I think they cleared Beckerman too soon.

We all know what kinda guy drives an ice-cream truck at 75.

- Shh!

Show some respect.

- Surely goodness and mercy

shall follow me all the days of my life

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

[intriguing music]

[indistinct chatter]

- More people here than at the funeral?

- You surprised?

Would you rather have free food and drink

or gaze at a dead woman?

[sighs] - I think it's kinda tacky,

having the repast at her house.

- She's not here to complain.

Poor Hazel.

She hated being cold.

[scoffs]

[sighs]

- You wanna go sit inside?

- Uh, sure.

- Hey, sweetie.

- What is that?

- Coffee cake.

You need to eat something.

- Yeah, well, I'm not really hungry

'cause my mom just died.

- Well... trust me, you do need your strength.

I know that when my mom past away...

- Just hoping you might take a look at it.

- No. - No, it started,

it's only 'cause it started-- - No.

- ... to itch a little bit. And I'm just--

- No, no, no, no. - I'm worried, okay?

- Okay, I swear,

when someone finds out you're a doctor,

all they want you to do is look at their moles.

- Hey. - Even at a funeral.

- Pete, please. We're eating. - Oh, honey,

you're not eating, you're drinking.

- I still don't wanna hear about it.

[laughs]

- I can't believe he showed up.

- Do you really need me to spell this out for you?

- I don't know why you're so upset.

- I live right there. [Dina]: Martin Fulmer?

[Ellen]: You can't just show up here.

- He shouldn't be here. It's sacrilegious.

- He wasn't the married one.

And from what I hear, he actually.. liked Hazel.

- The guy's a putz.

He's got all those goofy billboards around town.

- He's a very successful realtor.

[tsks]

- He may be successful

but Ellen's really giving it to him.

[laughs]

What's her problem with him anyway?

- You are driving me absolutely insane!

Do you understand? - Why?

- Oh, my God, why. Are you kidding me?

[overlapping chatter]

- Oh, Charlie. How nice of you to come.

- I didn't know what I should do.

If I should bring something.

- This is great, thank you.

- I landscaped for her for years.

She was a kind lady.

- Mm-hmm.

- How did this happen here?

- Hi, sweetheart. - Hi.

- I'm sorry for your loss. - Oh, thanks, Charlie.

I appreciate that.

Can I give you a hand? - Sure.

- Sure. Just restocking?

- You got it.

[intriguing music]

- I have something.

I finished going through the medical examiner's report

and a hair was found on the body

that didn't belong to Hazel Lambert.

- Well, that's not so unusual.

People pick up random hairs everywhere.

- Hmm.

They found it under Hazel's ring.

- Oh. So, you're thinking that it got there

when she was trying to fight off the killer.

- Exactly.

- So, we are going to have to compare the DNA

to that of the suspects.

[groans]

- What's the matter? - Have you seen these people?

They're not just going to open up happily and say ah.

It's going to be a nightmare.

[laughs]

- This is gonna be your nightmare.

[♪]

[exhales]

- Okay, I think right here should be good.

- I just don't see it, buddy.

- Katie, I can set up a chin-up bar, right?

- Of course. My house is now your house.

- It's not about getting her permission.

I keep telling you, it won't hold.

- It's gonna hold. It just needs stronger anchors.

- Okay.

If you need me, I'll be upstairs.

- All right. - Look, I know you're worried

that you're not as jacked as you used to be,

but that doesn't mean you have to hold me back

from getting huge. - Okay, okay.

Pushup contest right now. Let's go, come on.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah.

- It's on, man. - All right, buddy.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

[grunting]

[sighs deeply]

- How are you settling in?

- Well, obviously feel free to decorate any way you like.

- Whatever.

- You know, it might look cool

to put your bed near the windows.

Put some posters up.

Maybe put your stereo over here.

- My stereo? What is this, the Middle Ages?

- Right. Duh.

I forgot you kids have

everything on your phones, these days.

- Can I have some privacy, please?

- Of course.