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[birds chirping]

[whistling]

[tense music]

[wind blowing]

- Who's there?

- Is someone there?

If someone's there, you better leave now.

The police are on their way.

[foreboding music]

[kettle whistling]

[music crescendos]

[screaming]

[whistling dies down]

[upbeat music]

- Hold on, Peppermint.

[Peppermint barking]

I know. I know. I don't like her either.

Let's go.

Peppermint!

[foreboding music]

[Peppermint barking]

Peppermint.

[shrieking]

[whining]

- We are gathered to mourn the loss of Mrs. Gladys Claremont.

The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul. He leadeth me in the path--

- Can't believe she's gone.

- For His name's sake.

- Why?

- 'Cause she was too mean to kill herself.

[chuckles softly]

- She got what was coming to her. That's all I gotta say.

- Yeah, no kidding.

- Will you all please be quiet. Show some respect for the dead.

- Surely goodness and mercy

should follow me all the days of my life.

- I heard Lily had a nervous breakdown.

- Who's Lily? - The dog walker.

The one who found her. - Uh-huh.

- Poor kid. I wonder what's gonna happen to her house.

She had no children.

- Next of kin?

- She didn't have any kin either.

- The bank will take it and sell it at auction.

My uncle was a probate lawyer.

- Oh, very cool.

- I'll tell you one thing, I wouldn't live there.

- No, me either. Give me the creeps.

- Yeah, but it's the kinda thing you have to disclose, right?

- What? - A death in the house.

- That's a myth.

- How do you know?

Sorry.

- One thing's for sure, it can't help with property values.

- No, it can't hurt them. People care about curb appeal,

about schools. Not what goes on behind closed doors.

- Well, I hope you're right.

- Well, we have some things to discuss.

Anyone wanna go to Hillside Diner?

I feel like pie.

- I could do pie.

[muttering] Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- Bless you.

- Hey. Good job.

- You know, we should have really hired the movers.

- Oh, we're still young and strong.

Plus if I told you the quotes I received,

you'd be happy we're moving all these boxes ourselves.

- That's fair.

- You know, I drove by there the other day,

past our new house.

- Oh.

- The neighborhood is like right out of a TV show.

- Yeah, we got lucky my bank held the mortgage.

- Yeah. I know, Alex. But still...

- What's wrong? Hmm?

Is it the death?

- Right. It's a little creepy.

- You know, people die, Carlee.

And if they don't die in the hospital,

they die in their homes. Hmm?

- Yeah, I know. I know.

- Plus, trust me. Pretty soon you'll be badgering me

to have them hurry up the estate closing so that we can buy it.

- Oh, shoot. I forgot the time.

I wanted to stop by the store before we left.

- Really? I thought you told Sheila

you weren't coming in today?

- I did but... we just got a shipment of dresses

and I wanna make sure that they're displayed properly.

I mean, can you just start loading up the van?

I'll be back soon. - Mm-hmm.

Leave me with all the heavy lifting.

- But I did say that you're so strong.

- Mm-hmm.

- And handsome.

- Hmm. What else?

- And a good kisser.

- All right.

- And I'll get you an iced coffee on my way back.

- Make that a beer and you got a deal.

[upbeat music]

[rumbling]

[dialling]

- It's me. They're here. Meet me outside.

- I can't believe they're here already.

Mrs. Claremont's only been gone a week.

- The longer the house sits the less the mortgage lender makes.

- They look like a nice couple. - Mm-hmm.

- I wonder if they'll fit in.

- Why wouldn't they?

- No kids.

- I don't have kids.

- Yes, you do. They're just outta the house.

[chuckles]

Hmm, he is handsome.

- Betsy!

- What? A girl can look.

- Well, as long as it's just looking. You're married.

- My husband is in prison.

In cases like mine, there are exceptions.

- Yeah, but he's married.

- But is he happily married? That is the question.

- That's not the question.

- It's such a good question. - No. I'm... I'm going home.

- See ya. - Oh, me too. See ya.

- Bye.

Hi.

[Brittany]: Archer! Careful.

- Relax, Brittany.

You think with your dad out of the picture

I could start using the front door?

- No, are you crazy? With him gone,

all my mom has time to do is snoop.

And she has the ears of a bat.

So you have to take your shoes off.

- Bats do have good hearing. - Mm-hmm. So, shoes.

- Oui, oui, mademoiselle.

Hear the big neighborhood news?

- That we have new neighbors?

- Yeah. And what happened to Mrs. Claremont.

- Yeah. I don't know. I'm gonna kinda miss her.

It's gonna be weird without having her around.

[scoffs] - What are you talking about?

You hated the Claremonster. [laughs]

- I didn't hate her,

I just thought she was a pain in the butt.

But I also kinda thought that she was like

the neighborhood grandma.

- Or the neighborhood narc.

Remember when she called the cops last Halloween?

- That's because you egged her house.

- She passed out pennies wrapped in cellophane.

- Oh yeah, she definitely deserved it then.

[chuckles]

- Still pretty crazy, though. How she died.

- Stop. I don't even really wanna think about it.

- You uh... think the dog that found her

started nibbling on her toes? - Stop.

- Just nom, nom, nom, nom.

- Stop, no. Dogs don't even do that.

Cats will eat people, though.

- Oh well, speaking about eating.

I need a snack.

- Nice. That's real nice.

- Hmm, these are pretty good.

You ever think about getting like um...

a big TV screen in here?

- Uh, I think you watch too much TV as it is.

- True, true, true.

[unsettling music]

- Our first night in our new home.

- Mm-hmm.

- I hope she didn't die in this bed.

- No, no. The cops said she died in the living room.

- Okay. Oh, so our new neighbors, the Perkins,

invited us over for dinner tomorrow night.

- Ugh. No.

- What do you mean, no?

- I mean I'm tired, Carlee. We just finished moving.

- Come on. Please?

I wanna meet the new neighbors.

[sighs]

Fine. Fine.

[upbeat music]

Women& [laughing]

- Oh, it was really so nice of you to invite us, Dina.

I should've come over and introduced myself

but there was just so much to do.

- Mm-hmm. - You're here now.

- Hear, hear. [laughing]

And I'm no longer the new girl on the block.

[chuckling]

[all]: Cheers. [glasses clinking]

- You know, it's not easy to find a house

in this neighborhood.

I heard people buy a home here and they don't tend to leave it.

- How did you find your house, if you don't mind me asking?

- Well, Alex just got transferred

from Capital National,

the bank that held the Claremont's mortgage.

And normally when a bank repossesses a property

following a death, it's sold at auction.

But that can take months, sometimes years.

- Hmm. - So, Alex suggested we move in

in the meantime. A win for everyone.

- But you will buy the home once you're able, won't you?

- I think so. You know, I hope so.

[women giggling]

- So, finance. - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, that's cool. That is... that's cool.

You know something about that, Rog.

- Yeah, a little bit. - You uh...

you have any hot stock tips for us?

- I work in the mortgage division.

Not investment banking. - Okay.

- Right, but that is the hot place to be right now

with the real estate prices through the roof.

- Right? - I uh... I just process loans.

I don't buy or sell properties myself.

- Very interesting.

- Yeah.

[women laughing] - Well, that's my work.

And so what do you do?

- Well, I'm part owner of a small clothing boutique

in downtown, um, Urban Accents.

- Oh, I've heard of that place.

- You have to stop buy.

I'll give you the friends and family discount.

- Oh.

- Speaking of family...

- Oh. [laughs]

Leave her alone. She's still young.

- It's okay. Um, we hope to, one day.

If we do buy the house.

- Hmm. - Look around.

- Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- You do know about what happened there, right?

- Of course.

- And it doesn't... I don't know, um...

- Freak me out? - Yeah.

- Well, as Alex said, people die everywhere.

- Right.

- For someone who is not in the, in the business,

so to speak, you did manage to slide into a pretty nice,

little number across the street. - Pretty, pretty sweet.

- It's uh, not easy to get in around here.

- No. - Without some sort of an in.

- Took Roger what, was it almost a year?

- I built this place. You...

[laughing]

No, it's uh... don't be offended in any way

because the truth be told, this is the best thing

that could've happened to me.

And that old bird was nothing but trouble.

- Really? I thought she was some nice, old lady.

[snickers]

- No, I think what Roger means to say is that

it's probably easier for you to buy the house now

that she... is...

[both]: Deceased.

- Actually, it depends on the situation.

- So, they leave you a lot of work to do over there?

- Not too much.

- Huh. Not as... not as much work as this.

- Huh.

- Look, you know, I mean if...

if you need help with, you know, anything,

I would love to come by and help out, you know,

next week, this weekend. I know my way around a toolbox,

I uh, can tell a half-decent joke.

- I'll be fine.

But thank you.

- Boys, appetizers are ready.

[Alex]: Great. - You're welcome.

- What was that? - Right?

- Oh, my God.

- So, when are you gonna invite us over for the housewarming?

- Oh, that's right! It'll be great to see what you've done

with the place now that you're in here.

- Yeah, we're not gonna be entertaining anytime soon.

- Nothing formal, just a drink or two.

- Or three. Or four. [laughs]

[insects chirping]

- Ah, come on, Alex! - It was a joke.

- Lighten up. - Yeah.

- Look, you're part of the neighborhood now.

Embrace our credo, you work hard and you play hard.

- Even if you don't work hard. [laughs]

Like this guy. - It has its privileges.

- I'm kidding. I'm kidding. The truth is, we're nice people.

It's a great neighborhood. We wanna welcome you and you know,

once we get our claws into you, you'll never be rid of us.

- Yeah. Carlee! Come on, we gotta go.

- We just got rid of that

withered old bat across the street.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah and... and you're the new guys here

and we all wanna be friends. We just--

- No, I don't... I don't think so, guys.

- Come on. - Okay.

- Let's go.

- Wonderful to meet you, Carlee.

- Yeah, you too.

Um, and thanks again, Roger.

- My pleasure. - Yeah, we'll see you soon.

- All right. - Okay, yeah.

- Yeah, great.

- Alex. - Night.

- See ya soon.

[blows out breath] - I need a drink.

- Yeah, I need one or too.

- Wow, that was...

- I don't know what-- - ...the most painful.

- I can't... why are we even trying to get him in the house.

- Well... [laughs]

[barking]

[clattering]

- Alex?

[foreboding music]

[banging] [creaking]

[clattering] [gasps]

What the...

[plastic rustling]

[door creaks]

[clattering]

[tense music]

[knocking]

[gasps]

Alex? - Did I... did I wake you?

- What are you doing?

- I was just uh, thinking about what we could do with the space.

- No. What are you talking about?

- Well you know, maybe we can turn this into an office

and maybe I'll blow out the walls, put in an extra window.

- More windows?

- Yeah, and maybe a couple French doors.

Leads to the patio.

- Okay, you never so much as hung a picture up on the wall

and now you're talking about major renovations?

[stammers]

We've only been here for a few days.

And we're still just renting.

And we haven't even replaced Mrs. Claremont's furniture yet.

- I know that. I was just thinking.

- Alex... what's going on with you?

- What?

- You don't really seem like yourself.

Like... never mind.

- No. Tell me.

- Tonight at the dinner party, you were so quiet.

And when you did talk, you were kind of...

rude.

- I just think we don't need to be buddy-buddy with everyone

in the neighborhood, that's all. - We were at a dinner party.

- It's good to keep some distance between us

and the neighbors.

- I'm going to bed.

[birds chirping]

- Hey, Bannon. - Yeah?

- You processed the Gladys Claremont suicide, right?

- Yeah. Something wrong?

- No, no. I was going through the files

and according to your report,

Roger Perkins' fingerprints were found in the house?

- Yeah. Along with those of the old woman, the dog walker,

and some others we couldn't identify.

He was her next door neighbor so, it's hardly surprising.

- Uh-huh. So the scene was locked down immediately, right?

- Yeah, we had to make sure it was a suicide,

despite there not being any evidence to the contrary.

- So, no note.

- None that we could find. And we looked everywhere.

We even removed boxes of her personal possessions

hoping it would give us a clue.

- Hmm. All right, well thanks, Bannon. You did good work.

- Yeah, no worries.

- Thank you for sparing a few minutes of your time.

- Oh, of course. Can I get you something, coffee, tea?

- Coffee, if it's on. - Yeah. It won't take a minute.

- So, you said this was about Claremont's suicide.

- Yes, were you close with her?

- Ha. Close, no.

Nobody in the neighborhood could stand that old lady.

- And yet your fingerprints were found in her home.

- I said I couldn't stand her.

I never said I didn't go over there.

- And why were you there?

- We're thinking about getting a new lawn service

in the neighborhood. I wanted to talk to her about it.

Figured we could get a better deal if everybody was on board.

- And what was the name of this lawn service?

- I don't recall offhand.

- Here you go. I didn't know how you take it.

- I am so sorry to put you out. I was just leaving.

I appreciate your time, Mr. Perkins.

If you remember anything, you know how to reach me.

Thank you. - Thanks.

What was that about?

[ball rattling]

- So, what do we think, huh? Maple Street man cave.

- Yeah. You know, of all the things you could have possibly

come up with, you settled on log cabin.

- Rustic Canadiana. No, hey, hey, hey.

Not on the pool table. Come on.

y

- So, what'd you tell her, Roger?

- Well, some nonsense about

getting a new lawn service for the neighborhood.

- She believe you? - Not a chance.

- Tellin' ya, we should've taken care of this

with the old man years ago.

- Yeah, no kidding. But that ship has sailed.

- What about the neighbors, the new neighbors?

- What about 'em? - Well, maybe they'll play ball.

- Yeah, no. Come on, Roger. You met him.

I don't even like him much less trust him.

- I'm telling you, we should've nipped

this in the bud years ago.

- Yes, you said that before, Jake.

It's not doing us a lot of good right now.

- Take it easy. Take it easy.

- Well, we need to do something.

- Yeah.

- I'm going over there.

- Roger, come on. You? - Why not?

- You're already under suspicion.

- Well, what difference does it make?

If they find something and then they get one of us,

they'll get all of us.

- Well, maybe it's not even there.

- Where would it be?

[chuckles]

You know Mrs. Claremont would always visit

the old man's grave, right?

- Oh, maybe it's buried with him.

[chuckling] - Grab a shovel.

[laughing]

[sighs] - There's no way, right?

- No! It's in that house.

Right under their noses.

- If only we'd taken care of this sooner.

[annoyed exhale]

- We're gonna take care of you if you don't shut up.

- That's not very nice.

[women laughing]

- Okay.

I just wanna say real quickly before lunch comes

and before we open another bottle.

It's nice to welcome you to the group.

- Ah. - Hear, hear.

- Hear, hear! - Cheers.

- Welcome.

- And I wanna thank all of you for making me feel so welcome.

- We're not giving up all of our secrets just yet.

I mean, after all, you are just renting.

- Oh, don't pay any attention to her, Car,

she's just teasing you.

- Actually, if I'm gonna be honest,

the transition hasn't been easy.

You girls have been great and I love the neighborhood.

But it's Alex. He hasn't been himself.

- What do you mean?

- Well, you saw some of it

at the dinner party the other night.

Normally he's the friendliest man in the world.

But at your house he was sullen and rude.

And with me he's distant and aloof.

And just not the Alex I know.

[laughs]: Well, welcome to the married life, Car.

[scoffs]

- It's more than that. I mean sure, we have our ups and downs

just like any other couple but this...

this is different.

- Well, hey. Moving is hard. It's very stressful.

I'm sure this is just a transition.

- You're right.

Maybe it'll pass.

- By the way, did you guys hear what happened

to Felicia Montclair? - No. Do tell.

- Her daughter who she thought was in grad school,

turns out she never even graduated college.

[gasps]

- She was making a living on one of those webcam sites.

- Oh. [chuckling]

- Like, how much we talkin'?

- A lot of money. - A lot of money?

[chuckling] - Smart girl.

- That's what I said. - Right?

[laughing]

- Sign Betsy up. - Yes!

[laughing]

- Thank you for dinner.

- And thank you for dessert.

- You sure you don't wanna come inside? We can watch a movie.

My mom's home but she... she won't bother us.

- Uh... I can't.

I got curfew.

- Kay. Text me?

- Of course.

[insects chirping]

H

What's wrong?

- Um... nothing, I just...

I thought I saw something over by Mrs. Claremont's house.

- Not Mrs. Claremont's house anymore.

The new people are living there.

- No, I know, but it wasn't like the new neighbors.

It... it was like a shadow creeping around the side.

- Uh...

I don't see anyone.

- I could have sworn.

- Hey, I'll walk you in.

Let's go. - Okay.

[foreboding music]

[rattling]

[inhales deeply]

- Alex. Alex, I think I heard something.

[grumbles]

[sighs]

[tense music]

[exhales] What are you doing, Alex?

[clattering]

[breathes shakily]

[clattering]

[eerie music]

What the...

Oh, Alex.

Ugh.

[gasps then pants]

Al... Alex!

- And you're sure you didn't see his face?

- Definitely. He was wearing a mask.

- Now, you're sure you only saw one person?

- I'm positive.

- It looks like they came in through this door.

The lock's been forced open.

- So, they didn't pick the lock?

- No. - Doesn't matter.

First thing tomorrow morning I'm getting the locks changed.

- And installing an alarm. - And installing an alarm.

- That's a great idea.

Most of the residents on this block have one.

- You know, I'm surprised Mrs. Claremont didn't.

- Well, plenty of older folks don't get around to it,

especially in safe neighborhoods.

They consider it an unnecessary expense.

Besides, you can't imagine how many of them

get triggered by mistake.

- We will get a top-of-the-line security system.

No matter the cost.

- What are you doing in here?

- Uh, just some renovations. Nothing major.

- Hmm. Mr. and Mrs. Patterson,

you said it didn't look as though anything had been stolen?

- Um, I just took a quick look around, but no,

I don't think so. Uh, my purse was in the bedroom.

Nothing was stolen from there. And well, Alex was there.

- And did you see anything? - No.

- Did the intruder do this?

- No, I'm just reorganizing in here.

I'll have it cleaned up by tomorrow.

- Now, do you keep any valuables in your house?

- Like what?

- Like cash, artwork, jewelry?

- Um, not really. My ring is the most expensive thing I own

and I never take it off. Plus I checked.

Nothing was stolen from my jewelry box.

- And have you received any threats

since you moved into the neighborhood?

- Threats? From who?

- Anyone. Any altercations?

- Uh no, of course not.

The neighbors couldn't have been nicer.

- And can you think of anyone

who would want to break into your house?

- I thought that was your job.

- Mr. Patterson, we all want the same thing.

To figure out who did this.

And the more we work together, the better our chances are.

- We have no idea.

- Maybe... maybe they didn't come for us at all.

You know, maybe it was the Claremonts.

Someone who thought they still lived her?

- Well, I don't know.

The Claremonts are an elderly couple.

Not the type to have many enemies.

We're still going through the deceased's possessions

but so far there's been nothing to point in that direction.

- Then... I don't know what else to say.

- Well, I think I have everything that I need.

And I know you're shaken up. Just get some rest.

I'll be in touch. And tomorrow, actually today,

you make sure you call the alarm company and the locksmith.

- We will. Um, thank you, Detective.

- Of course.

- You know we heard great things about this neighborhood,

but we've only been here for a week

and we're already victims of a crime.



- I understand your frustration, Mr. Patterson,

but break-ins, they can happen anywhere.

- That's all we get. That's all we get.

[birds chirping]

- Lou! Just the guy I wanna see. - Hey.

- Ooh, I don't wanna get any formaldehyde on me.

- I haven't even been in the morgue today.

- Okay, all right. How ya doin'? - Good to see you.

Can I assume this isn't just a friendly visit?

-

- Well, I wanna talk to you about a recent death, a suicide.

Gladys Claremont.

Is there a chance that it wasn't a suicide?

- Her hyoid bone was crushed. That's what killed her.

- But isn't that what you would expect to see

if she'd been manually strangled?

- Sure, except for one thing.

She was found hanging from a beam in her living room.

- So, you're saying that there is no medical evidence

that would point to murder rather than suicide?

- That's what I'm tellin' ya.

- But it's possible.

- Yeah. Is that what you came for?

- Uh-huh. Okay.

- Say hi to your mom.

- Okay. Bye.

[door opens and closes]

- Mom?

- Hi, sweetheart.

- Can I talk to you for a sec?

- Of course. Yes, sit.

What is it?

- Is something going on? I mean, here on Maple Street?

- There's always something going on, on Maple Street.

- No, I'm... I'm serious, Mom.

#

After everything that happened with Dad, we promised,

no more secrets.

- And I'm not keeping anything from you.



- I heard at school that someone broke into

the new neighbors' house.

- I heard that too

but I wasn't keeping it from you.

- I think I might know something.

- What?

- Well, the other night when Archer drove me home,

I got out of the car and...

I don't know, I thought I saw something.

- Something. - Someone.

Over by the new neighbors' house.

Like they were scoping out the place.

- And you didn't tell me?

- Well, Archer kinda convinced me

that I must've just been imagining it.

- Oh.

- Do you think I should tell Detective Vaughn?

- You didn't see who it was?

- Well, I'm not even sure it was a person.

I mean, it was dark and I was far away.

- Then I don't see how it could help.

- I don't know, it's just part of me feels like I...

should let her decide that.

- Look, Britt, I like Detective Vaughn a lot, I trust her,

but if you're not even sure you saw anything, I just...

I don't think it's the right time to get involved.

- You're telling me the truth?

You don't know anything about this?

- What could I possibly know?

[sighs] - Okay.

- Okay.

- Thanks, Mom. I've got some homework to do.

- All right. Come talk to me anytime.

- Okay.

[mysterious music]

[line ringing]

- Hello, you've reached the voicemail of Alex Patterson.

Please leave your name, number, and a brief message,

and I'll return your call. [beep]

[line ringing]

- Hi, you've reached Capital National.

- Hi, yes, um I'd like to speak to Alex Patterson

in the mortgage department, please.

- Okay, give me a second.

He's not listed in the company directory.

Are you sure he works at this branch, ma'am?

- Of course I'm sure. He was just transferred to that branch.

- Maybe he hasn't started yet.

- Uh... you know what? Um, I'm sorry.

I think I did get the wrong branch.

I'm sorry to waste your time.

- It was my pleasure, ma'am.

[beep]

- But Lou ruled it a suicide.

- Yeah, but only because of the evidence.

- Which is what we do, Detective.

- But he also said that he couldn't rule out murder.

We just, we just didn't pursue that route

because we didn't have a motive.

- And we do now?

[sighs] - No, not really but...

Something just doesn't feel right. The break-in.

It has to be connected to what happened to Gladys Claremont.

- Why?

- Because it's just too coincidental otherwise.

- I don't know, someone hears a new family's

moved into the house.

Maybe they know that the alarm system

hasn't been installed yet.

Perhaps it's a crime of opportunity.