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(eerie sounds)

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(creaking)

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(distorted scream)

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(buzzes)

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("Seventeen," Sjowgren)

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PETER: Why-- you have to--

why are you doing it like that?

You have to fold, fold, okay?

♪ I know I can't ♪

We have very little time, left. Please.

♪ I can't be everything ♪

♪ All in one ♪

♪ All in one ♪

♪

♪ Just the one for you ♪

♪ We make up, up some pieces ♪

Holy shit, you guys!

He's cooking something, it's water,

but congratulations.

There's heat involved.

It's cooking!

Fuck!

♪ I'm not in a hurry, not going nowhere ♪

♪ Yeah ♪♪

♪

(sighs)

(rhythmic clapping)

Who won the polenta challenge?

PETER: We shoot that later, okay?

But if it is up to me,

none of those people, because they're just--

they're all so awful at cooking in general.

Please, please don't fall off my bar.

Okay, look, I'm just spitballing here.

PETER: Mm-hm, sock it to me.

I want it.

You be my plus one.

You want me to crash your mom's wedding?

Come here, come here.

Hey.

RILEY: But it's gonna be so weird.

PETER: Sit down.

Mouse, I wasn't invited, okay?

Ex-spouses don't usually make the cut.

ASSISTANT: Copy that.

Hey, five minutes, Mr. Rake.

Okay.

(sighs)

Riley, uh...

your mom loves you very much.

And I love you very, very much,

not that it's a competition.

But listen to me.

Nothing's gonna change

after this weekend.

Okay?

Except your mom's new last name will be "Geck."

That's unfortunate.

So, I think we should just give them this day

and then next weekend,

you and me?

We take on the world.

Okay?

Well, how about we start tonight?

Darnell Park just cut the ribbon on a new mini golf course.

And why do you think I gave Katie instructions

to have you there by 6 PM

so that you can see the sun setting

behind the freshly painted, sized-to-scale windmill?

Hey buddy.

♪

Come on, not this weekend, man.

PETER: Okay. Hey, one sec.

Oh! Okay.

PETER: Look, do I want to be the one that golfs with you?

Of course. I just have so much work to do

this weekend, and you deserve better

than my distracted company, okay?

Yeah, well, your company's often distracted.

I handed that one to you, okay?

I gave that to you for free.

Had a bow on it.

PETER: Next Saturday,

you, me, Darnell Park.

Okay, but I have a soccer game next Saturday.

It was a test.

Congratulations, you've passed.

What I meant to say is next Sunday

will be off the chain.

Never say "off the chain."

PETER: Whatever's clever. - Don't.

I don't know what plays anymore.

Babe, what plays?

Tell me.

Okay, well, "rad"'s back.

Oh! Katie, "rad"'s back.

Did you know that? KATIE: "Rad"'s back!

Yeah. You are so rad.

Yeah, well, your floppy hair is rad.

♪

Hey, um, please drive carefully

because this is my most precious cargo,

and, uh, call me if anything goes sideways,

and would you please feed yourselves?

Thanks. Have a great weekend.

We got this. PETER: Of course. Mm-hm.

Yup.

You are my only.

I need you.

Bye!

Okay.

(ringtone playing)

-(phone beeps) -(inhales)

Barry, I have done what you've asked,

and I am skipping town for the weekend, okay?

Now please tell me what you're doing,

and, spoiler alert, it better have some fuckin' teeth.

(no audio)

("Thought Messages," Hank Dogs)

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♪ Cross the black seas and sands ♪

♪ Though it may curse ample spaces ♪

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♪ Sending thought messages ♪

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♪ Telling me to get out of there ♪

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♪ She looked as if she had one ounce of my spark ♪

♪

♪ She'd take this world apart and... ♪

♪ Make a pretty big mark ♪

♪

WOMAN: Hey.

You got a light?

PETER: Yeah.

(clears throat)

Hm.

(insects buzzing)

Keep it.

Trying to quit.

We're all trying to quit.

I'll treat her like she was my own.

(indistinct chatter)

-Ooh, hey. -Ooh, sorry.

It's okay.

Thank you.

[whispering] All right.

BRIDESMAID 1: Ready, let's go.

BRIDESMAID 2: Wow.

(indistinct chatter)

Okay, let's go.

It's not enough.

-No, it's good. -What?

Wait, what kind of beer is that?

Hold this, someone.

(indistinct chatter)

I am with you, but also you don't want them

to think you make suits out of lady skins, right?

BRIDESMAID 1: Yes, let's go.

(engine revs)

(tires squeal)

(eerie music)

♪

(sharp inhale)

MAN: Whoa.

No way.

Peter Rake.

Yeah, yes, I am, I am Chef Peter in the flesh.

Uh...

Oh, holy shit.

Holy shit, you used to work here

in high school, didn't you?

Um... (snaps fingers)

Lenny.

♪

Lonnie.

♪

This is, um...

It's all mine now.

Oh, wow!

Booya, man, this is...

this is really great for you.

♪

Yeah, my dad kicked the bucket

a few years back.

The cancer ate him up.

Shit, I'm sorry to hear that, man.

It's okay.

He was a mean son of a bitch.

Well, you know, the same thing happened to my old man,

and he wasn't much of a prize either.

Yeah.

So now it's just me and Mother.

"Mother," huh?

You guys think about diversifying a little bit?

Maybe you could add a few rooms,

poke some tiny holes in the wall,

call it Bait Motel, huh?

Lonnie, what's--what's down here?

Is this where you keep the baskets

and the washing, huh?

♪

Sorry, that was stupid. It's--

The place looks great, it really does.

You know, you have bins,

stills just filled with bait.

It's exactly the same.

It's--it's great.

Yeah, sister used to come around

pretty regular for a while.

[Peter whispering] Oh, my sister, that's right.

Tell you what, I'll take a pack of Kools

and--and keep the change.

- It's on me. PETER: No, that's ridiculous.

Your money's no good here.

These...

These are perfect, and that's-- that's sweet.

Thank you, sir.

Um, hey, um,

I'm gonna tell Gwen that, uh--

LONNIE: Wait, um...

Is she here?

♪

No, no, she's not.

She--she hardly ever makes it down here.

She never-- she never makes it back.

But I'm gonna tell her that--

LONNIE: Lonnie says...

[high-pitched] ♪ Hey Gwennie ♪

♪

Yeah, she's gonna love that.

♪

Thanks, man.

♪

(sighs)

♪

(crinkling)

♪

Hey Zan.

♪

Hey Jayna.

♪

(Peter sighs)

♪

(birds chirping)

♪

GWEN: Oh, we are so Wonder Twinning right there.

PETER: Speaking of our youth, uh...

Agnes was what, 60 years old when we were kids,

which would put her at, right now,

at least a solid hunge, right?

A hunge and a deuce? GWEN: Yeah.

And she would still whoop your ass.

(door opens)

He'll be upstairs,

your father's old office.

It's a bedroom now.

[whispering] Thank God.

I would rather sleep outside

than in our dead parents' stone cold bed.

[loudly] Hey, Agnes, please, please, please.

You don't have to carry my--my bag up the stairs.

Can I just--can I get you a weekend at a Nordic spa

or something?

No.

[whispering] Okay.

GWEN: So how's my one and only niece?

Whoa.

Here you go.

GWEN: Oh my God. - Uh huh.

GWEN: Are you kidding me? - I'm not kidding you.

She is 11 going on Michelle Obama.

Oh, I follow her on Instagram,

but she doesn't really do selfies.

I've racked my brains, I can't figure out

where she gets the humility from.

Gwen, I don't know.

Not me. - No, not you.

(sighs)

So that's it?

Really?

Just a couple recipes

and a few breaths of fresh air?

That's all that's going on here?

I mean, you have no idea how fucked up it's been

not seeing you and not hearing from you.

PETER: I'd argue I know exactly how fucked up it's been.

My number hasn't changed.

[whispering] You know?

I'm the one who went through a divorce, right?

I'm the one that wasn't welcome at Dad's funeral.

Yeah, okay, point taken.

Okay.

You remember what you said to me

the last time?

I was going through some shit, Gwen, okay?

And then Dad cuts me out,

but I needed you to fuckin' have--

Have your back no matter what.

[whispering] Yeah.

Mm.

(Peter sighs)

Yeah, how have you been?

(both chuckle)

How have you been, you know?

You're just still fightin' the good fight?

Mm-hm.

Datin' anybody?

With all the free time I have?

Ah, shit.

[whispering] Guess who else is single?

Colin Farrell? PETER: Not even close.

Lonnie from high school.

Bunny boiler Lonnie.

Yeah.

He's running the bait shop

all by himself now.

Wow. PETER: I know.

I have not thought about him in a very long time.

Well, I mean, Christ, I would be worried if you had.

But he does-- he does say...

[high-pitched] ♪ Hey Gwennie ♪

So you've got that going for you.

Okay? - You spoke to him?

I did, and he still has that sweet butt chin.

Okay, stop that. PETER: It's nice, okay.

He was just trying to be my friend, you know that.

But you played the tuba in marching band.

Gwen, hanging out with Lonnie

would have been the final death nail

in your high school shit coffin.

(laughs)

You're welcome.

(sets down glass)

So why now?

You know, I miss you. You're the other half

of my very special brain.

(laughs)

Come on.

I'm right here.

Just talk to me.

It's the fuckin' internet.

You can't...

(sighs)

I'm an easy target.

Gwen, you know this, you know this.

We vet these people the best way we can,

but, oh, God, heads are gonna roll.

Mark my words, you mess with the bull...

You get the horns.

Got it. PETER: No, you don't got it.

That's why we haven't spoken for three years, Gwen.

(phone vibrating)

Shit.

Hm?

I gotta take this.

Oh, okay.

GWEN: Andy, what have you got?

♪

AGNES: You hungry? - Uh...

are we farmers, Agnes?

What are you going on about?

I'm talking about Black Phillip

prancing about the...

♪

Okay, well...

never mind, but...

Good to see you, boy.

(sighs)

[whispering] Agnes.

God, you are such a bad liar.

You're gonna hate me.

"Hate" is a strong and sticky word.

I have to leave.

Oh? GWEN: Yeah.

The, um, lead detective

in my double homicide

just picked up the second shooter.

They're saying he's willing to talk,

but only to the DA,

which happens to be me.

You?

That's incredible.

[whispering] That's fucking-- that's incredible.

When, when?

- Five months. - Oh my...

Yeah, I wanted to call you, but--

Shit, my sister is the DA.

You're not fucking kidding me?

We have to celebrate.

Let's celebrate. - No, we will.

We will, I promise, I promise.

Yeah, I wanted to spend the whole weekend with you.

Okay, well, there's-- you know,

there's endless weekends.

- Really? - If I have my way, yes.

(Peter exhales) - Okay.

(Peter stifling a laugh)

Well, I will call with updates.

- Please do. - Um...

- Okay, bye. - Oh, yeah.

(Peter grunting) - (Gwen laughs)

Thanks. - All right.

(sighs)

(tense music)

♪

(deep inhale)

(exhales)

♪

(bird cawing)

(eerie music)

♪

Hey, Ags, whatever happened

to the gentle, Bob Ross-esque Alaskan landscape

that used to adorn this wall?

Your father moved it

when he took up painting.

It's pretty much all he did

towards the end.

That one's his.

Oh.

Nice.

But also, what the actual fuck?

His pieces were all about

the fragility of life.

♪

How was his funeral?

Cold.

That's fitting.

♪

Uh, hey, Ags?

♪

I don't mean any offense, but have you ever thought about

having a doctor take a look

at those... sweet peepers?

What for?

It's the things I can't unsee

that keep me up at night.

♪

(rustling)

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

-(mutters) -(phone ringing)

PETER: Ags, could you get the phone, please?

♪

Shit!

♪

(Peter sighs)

♪

Oh, fuck you, man.

(soft crunch)

(phone ringing)

♪

Shit.

Hello? LONNIE: Hi Peter.

It's Lonnie.

From Bait and Tackle.

I know who you are, Lonnie.

Um, didn't know this number was listed, though.

Was that-- was that you

that was calling earlier?

Buddy? LONNIE: Earlier?

Mm, no that wasn't me.

You--you sure you weren't calling me before, Lonnie?

LONNIE: I just wanted to make sure you're okay.

Yeah, no, I'm okay.

Thank you, man, I'm just--

it's quick in, out, you know?

Pickin' up a few things, so...

(inhales)

Lonnie, you still there?

LONNIE: You did really good, Peter.

On TV and everything.

I'm just really happy for you.

Okay.

(dial tone)

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Shit.

♪

BARRY: Yo, Pete, it's Barry.

Uh... look dude, after doing some more recon,

I'm confident we'll be able to settle this, okay?

It's basically rinse and repeat.

There's no reason to drag this one through the mud

unless you're willing to go on record,

which I certainly wouldn't advise.

Uh, you can holler back

if you want me to bill you my weekend rate. Uh...

♪

Look, dude, just try to relax.

Don't go down any rabbit holes

on the web, all right?

Ciao.

(toilet flushing)

(doorbell rings)

♪

(crickets chirring)

PETER: Hi, can I help you?

WOMAN: Hi.

Didn't I see you back at the Bait and Tackle?

Yes, yes, and I saw you.

There--there was a-- there was a moment.

It was brief, but we shared it.

Hi, I'm Peter.

Kara.

I'm-- I'm really sorry to bother you.

We're just--we're in a pickle.

Cross the canyon lost power,

back-up Jenny pooped out.

It's putting a-- a big damper

on bachelorette weekend.

So it's-- - You need flashlights,

candles, and SPAM.

- You read my mind. - Okay, come on in.

Let's uh, see what we've got.

Or you stay right there

and I will bring the items to you.

You don't know if I'm Ted Bundy, do you?

Uh, but I have to warn you,

it might take me, like, a minute

to find the items we're discussing

because I have not been home

since Rusted Root was the shit.

You know what, Peter, it's-- it's cold.

I'm cold, and that's on me.

So lead the way.

Okay.

Uh, we can leave this door open.

You know, you do have his cheekbones.

Whose cheekbones?

Ted Bundy.

PETER: You are sharp.

It only takes a spark

but we need more.

Oh...

That's not a closet.

It's not.

Good to know.

It's good to know.

I'm flying blind here.

I'm so sorry.

That's all right.

This place is--

PETER: Awful, tacky?

Everything that's wrong with old money?

There's just no accounting for taste.

You know what?

I was gonna say "beautiful."

I mean, the views are incredible.

PETER: Okay.

So, uh, you are a musician, huh?

I read minds.

Plus, I noticed the calluses on your fingertips,

which is a sure sign

the young lady plays the six strings.

KARA: Yeah, I make the big bucks

playing coffee shops and used book stores, so...

eat a lot of ramen.

I can appreciate that.

(Peter inhales)

Just like you can appreciate

♪ these ♪

KARA: Peter? - Yes?

I know a handful of ladies

who are gonna think you're a real prince.

Ribbit.

(Kara laughs)

♪

Uh, you have my number if things deteriorate in a meaningful way.

KARA: I do, neighbor.

Or, you know,

maybe I'll just run out of milk.

♪

(man vocalizing)

♪

(man vocalizing)

♪

(man vocalizing)

♪

(eerie sounds)

♪

(birds chirping)

(sighs)

(yawning)

(inhales)

(slaps thighs)

(exhales)

(sniffs)

Good morning, you old bastard.

("The Trip," Still Corners)

♪

(door closes)

♪

No rest for the weary, huh?

I'm in my prime, asshole.

(Peter laughing)

♪

(music slows and distorts)

(distorted scream)

(children giggling) (eerie music)

WOMAN [echoing]: Please, please. No, no.

Wait. (whispering voices)

WOMAN [distant]: Peter!

Peter!

[louder] Peter!

♪

(birds chirping)

(panting)

- Hey. - Oh, shit, I'm sorry.

I didn't-- I didn't see the ear buds.

Everything makes sense now. - Yeah.

No, I'm totally not deaf.

Uh, welcome to The Shire.

Oh, yeah.

Cool tree house. - Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Man, can't believe that thing is still standing.

Me and my sister used to

basically move in there every summer.

Now, some jerk has put a weird thing on the thing,

but, hey, how did you guys make out?

How did you fare?

KARA: Oh, not great.

The electrician can't get out till Monday.

But... - Shit.

Lemonade out of lemons.

Last night ended up being really fun.

- Oh, nice. - Yeah.

- Hi tortoises. BRIDE: It's not a God damn race.

While you were jogging getting swamp ass,

we were sharing our hopes and dreams.

That's right, we keep it on the 100.

PETER: Oh. - Marie, Elena,

like a good neighbor, Peter was there.

Yeah, that was dope, man.

PETER: Thank you.

Thank you very much. It's the least I could do.

Uh, and if I were to take a shot in the dark,

would presume that you are

the soon-to-be kept woman.

Have you ever Googled "kept woman"?

You familiar with the Urban Dictionary?

Oh shit.

I'm sorry, I thought that was a--

that was an okay phrase.

Um, I--I did not mean to offend you and--

I'm just playing with you.

(laughing)

- Solid. - Saw his face?

The blood just drained.

That was nice.

Oh my God, I recognize you.

No, I'm not Amy Adams.

People do-- - No, no, no.

You're that chef.

I seen you on TV. PETER: Yeah, mm-hm.

You have that show that's, like,

a facsimile of another show with a more famous chef?

Thank you if you meant that sweetly in any way.

And I don't think you did.

But still, thank you for recognizing me.

Um, so what are you guys gonna do?

We're gonna stay.

It's like glamping.

Oh, okay, so you're gonna make some lemonade?

Okay, well, we thrown in the towel.

Translation, if we don't get back,

Mom and Morgan will smoke all of our weed.

PETER: Mm.

Thanks for the fire, Chef Boyardee.

Check you later.

Come on up and take it easy.

Pray for Puerto Rico.

PETER: Okay. KARA: See you in a few.

PETER: Aw, Chef Boyardee.

That's funny. - So you, uh, you run?

When chased, yes.

And quickly.

I think you're being modest.

That headband didn't cut itself

off your favorite old tee.

- This old thing? KARA: Mm-hm.

Hey, I have a-- I have a crazy idea.

You want to freeze the lake so we can curl all weekend?

I really do want to do that.

That's a-- but first, I want to cook for you

and your friends.

Uh, and before you say anything,

uh, I just want to let you know

you'd be doing me a huge solid

'cause I have, I don't know,

three or four recipes I need to work out

for my new most likely bestselling cookbook.

Humble brag.

And you want us as your guinea pigs

in your big fancy house? - Well.

What time would this theoretical

multi-course feast kick off?

Um, well, I--I do find

that sunset pairs just perfectly

with an amuse-bouche.

Any "bouche," really.

♪

("Stay Happy," Broken Social Scene)

♪

♪ Ags, Ags, Ags, Ags, Ags, Ags ♪

♪ Ags got one potato ♪

Gotta take our shoes off.

I don't want to take our shoes off.

You know what I mean?

Maybe it's one of those houses

where you have to take your shoes off.

(indistinct chatter)

♪

- Hi. PETER: Welcome, ladies.

I think you'll find ample electric light.

Oh, look at all this white privilege.

PETER: Help yourself.

MARIE: Hi. PETER: Hi.

This is my mom, Lilith.

Hello, you, again.

- Well, you lit up my life. - Thank you.

You helped me quit smoking. - Oh, well.

You know the family resemblance

is striking, you two.

LILITH: Oh, I know.

Well, one night with Desmond Tutu

changed my life forever.

That's fun, you're fun.

- We are fun. - You are.

KARA: This painting. PETER: Oh, I know.

I'm sorry-- Agnes?

You know, I asked her to take that down

because it is so morbid.

- Oh, I like it. - Me too.

I like it. Once you step back, you know,

and you kind of let the folksy layers--

You rang?

Agnes, please meet our guests.

Agnes.

Ah, she's a bit like Master Po from Kung Fu.

Is that okay? Good.

Hi Peter, I'm Morgan.

Hello.

Marie and I met backpacking

across Devon.

Bonded over the last bag of trail mix

and here I am.

Supplementing the nups with a touch of class.

Touch. PETER: Oh, that's nice.

I bet you've got tons of that

despite your--your fragile stature.

Lovely home.

Thank you.

Architecturally speaking.

Style wise, I can't say I really care for it.

Mm-hm.

Muddled at best.

(girls snicker)

ELENA: First of all, this house is stupid.

Second, are you gonna feed us or what, papi?

Because you don't want to see me hangry.

MARIE: It's all you guys.

(laughter)

KARA: I can't.

(laughter)

ELENA: This little things are delicious.

All right. (unintelligible chatter)

(laughter)

MORGAN: I've gotta Instagram this.

And, um, I'm gonna get, like,

chair covers. - (Elena gasps)

LILITH: They're called chair cozies.

No, no, wedding chair cozies can't look great.

Fuckin' bean bags would be better.

Do I look like Meghan Markle to y'all?

I mean, that's why you should just have the wedding

in, like, a barn of something.

- A barn? - But not, like, an actual barn.

Oh my God, forget I said anything.

MORGAN: Peter, how do you feel

about wedding chair cozies?

- Me? Uh, well... - Yeah.

...to be honest with you guys,

I have no idea what the gentle fuck

you're talkin' about.

I want to know more though.

I want to know more. Keep sharing. ELENA: Wow, he already have

one pussy in his life.

PETER: For those of you willing,

what you're about to enjoy...

is a pan-seared monkfish.

You'll see some English peas.

Those are fresh.

KARA: Oh my gosh, this is beautiful.

I mean, it looks like cod.

PETER: There's a similarity.

- Mm. PETER: Uh, Elena,

but, um, it's much higher end.

Y'all, eat up, eat up also,

because this is super expensive at his restaurant.

The reason I broke up with him mainly

was because he thought he got to decide

when and if I had babies.

But also the salt, no?

Also he salted his bacon.

Oh, that's always gross.

- Fuck no. - Yeah, it was grim.

MARIE: Mm-mm.

MORGAN: But it wasn't as bad

as the man I loved

wanting to determine

when my body transforms

and bursts forth with...

suckling young. PETER: Goodness gracious,

you make it sound like the last act of Akira, Morgan.

It's not that bad.

I'm sorry, Peter, have you birthed many children?

Um, I haven't, unfortunately,

but I did see it happen.

Listen, I saw it happen up close and personal,

and I feel like if I had the gadgetry,

I would have delivered.

The gadgetry, you guys.

LILITH: You know, it's not just the delivery, right?

It's everything that comes next

and then everything after that.

PETER: You're right, I'm sorry, I forgot that you managed

to avoid the pushing part,

which is so sweet for you, it's rad.

But I'm also a fan of adoption, so... - (Lilith sighs)

No, I was just saying I don't think raising a child

should be another thing we have to prioritize, you know?

It's not a burden or a task,

it's just simply what is.

Becomes as much part of your life as breathing.

But then the parts of your life

that you thought were your life,

like socializing or career building,

and, you know, exploring or expressing art,

those things that drove you and defined you,

all those boxes get left unchecked.

Of course they still matter.

And you want your child to grow up

and see more than just Mom.

You want them to see a dreamer and a lover

and an entrepreneur or whatever.

You want them to see...

you.

(mellow music)

And maybe be inspired.

Oh my God, when is Mother's Day, May?

Fuck.

I see you.

I love you.

PETER: Well, that is a cockle warmer.

♪

No, nothing?

Tough room.

Guys, come on, I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.

That was a beautiful soliloquy, Lilith,

and I think that we should all drink to it.

Oh my God, Peter.

Oh my goshness.

I've just embarrassed myself.

- Well--well caught. - It's okay.

PETER: I'm also very curious

as to what is-- what is that about?

- Oh! PETER: That's intriguing.

KARA: What this is about?

Sisterhood.

Celtic style, am I right, ladies?

(girls agreeing)

It was about Mardi Gras 2015.

Year of the motherfuckin' goat.

Oh, I love our tattoos.

Yeah, me too.

Oh, whoa, is anybody else sweating

like they stole something?

Elena, how are you hot?

ELENA: I don't know. KARA: She always is.

(mellow guitar music)

♪

♪ Go to sleep ♪

♪ Underneath the cover ♪

See anything out there you like?

Well, uh, speaking man to matron,

I-- I could say

there's nothing out there I don't like.

AGNES: How inclusive of you.

[whispering] Thank you.

Truthfully, though,

I am feeling kind of invisible

to (unintelligible).

Huh, wiser words without slurring might help.

(Peter laughs)

Maybe stop spilling shit.

(Peter chuckles)

Your honesty is boundary free, Ags.

And I am tipsy. AGNES: Ah.

♪

Eat something, for Christ's sake.

PETER: Well, sure.

♪

AGNES: Go easy, I'm not gonna clean up

any more of your messes.

Here. PETER: Thank you.

Thank you, mm, reheated.

BTDubs,

I'm a big fan of you and (unintelligible).

I like that. AGNES: Yeah, thanks.

Yeah, when is the last time

you had a solid girls' night out?

I feel like you should get out there,

tell 'em some shit about Eleanor Roosevelt,

you know what I'm saying?

Maybe tell 'em the story of the first vacuum.

You're an idiot. PETER: Mm-hm.

♪ Underneath the cover ♪♪

♪

(cheering and applause)

That's-- that's gorgeous.

(applause)

Anybody need cream or milk?

Just let me know.

ELENA: My gosh, Agnes!

You've been on your feet all day.

Why don't you sit down, take a load off?

Maybe drop some knowledge.

AGNES: I'm too old to be dropping anything.

I'm just enjoying the festivities

watching some sisters commune.

PETER: Oh, there she is.

Suffrage.

My day.

No? (laughs) Okay.

Truth is, you all are lucky.

Wasn't always this easy for women

to lean on each other.

There was a time when it...

wasn't about choosing to be heard,

because you had no voice.

(dark music)

How can you use something

you were never given?

♪

Something terrible happens to a woman

and it just lives in you.

♪

In her.

Starts on the inside

and then it becomes her skin

and she wears it till she dies

and that's that.

(Peter sighs)

♪

And that was just her tight five, ladies.

Wait, just wait

until her Hulu special drops this fall.

I made chocolate things

for women.

Please don't all just... MARIE: I'm good, bro.

MORGAN: Yeah. - Maybe later, Peter.

Thanks. ELENA: They look like wild flavors.

♪

PETER: Oof.

Oh, yeah. Yes.

You all right over there, Pete?

(sighs)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I just-- I maybe had a little too much to drink

and not enough to eat.

This is the-- this is the chef's curse.

Hey, I'll bid you excuse me.

I'll bid you adieu.

Um, stay as long as you like, okay?

Stay the night if you like.

I will be available for some light spooning

during the witching hour,

as long as I can be the big spoon.

♪

KARA: Peter, your hospitality

is greatly appreciated.

- Mm. - Thank you and Agnes

for such a delicious meal.

Mm-hm.

I had this gravity.

(laughter) MORGAN: There's a step there.

- Good night. - Okay.

Thank you.

♪

Oh...

(muttering)

(grunts)

(indistinct demonic voice)

♪

(crickets chirring)

♪

Hm?

Cheerio.

Hey.

Well, that's good.

(exhales)

Ooh.

(grunts)

(exhales)

Hey, how much did we drink?

Okay. (flipping switch)

Um...

(water running)

(eerie music)

♪

(sniffs)

♪

(soft crunch)

♪

(crickets chirring)

("Two Sisters")

♪

♪ There were two sisters side by side ♪

♪ Sing aye dumb, sing aye day ♪

♪ There were two sisters side by side ♪

♪ The boys are born for me ♪

♪ There were two sisters side by side ♪

♪ The eldest for young Johnny cried ♪ (peacock call)

Okay, I'll bite.

♪ I'll be true unto my love ♪

♪ If he'll be true to me ♪

♪

(peacock calling)

♪

♪ Johnny bought the youngest

a big gold ring ♪

♪ Sing aye dumb, sing aye day ♪

♪ Johnny bought the youngest

a big gold ring ♪

♪ The boys are born for me ♪

Well, hey there, Glorio.

I do like your outfit, but...

why are you here?

Are you a boarder

or are you just visiting Agnes?

♪

I'm gonna turn that down

'cause it sucks.

♪ If he'll be true to me ♪

♪

♪ Johnny bought the youngest

a beaver hat ♪

♪ Sing aye dumb ♪♪

(dark music)

♪

(eerie sounds)

Sh...

♪

(exhales)

♪

(grunts)

(peacock calling)

Uh...

Fuck no.

♪

Hey Morgan, rise and shine, please.

♪

[whispering] Oh!

♪

Fuck!

I'm pretty sure that Agnes

worships peacocks and the devil.

♪

(floor creaks)

♪

(doorbell rings)

♪

(metallic whirring)

♪

(creaking)

♪

(door closes)

(breathing heavily)

Morgan, is that you?

(trying doorknob, rapping on door)

MORGAN: Peter, help me.

(jostling door)

Morgan!

("Two Sisters" plays again) (knocking on door)

Morgan!

♪

Goddammit.

False! ♪

Morgan, pull--pull on your side of the door, please.

MORGAN: I'm pulling.

(knocking on door) Morgan?

Open the goddamned door!

MORGAN: I can't, it's locked!

Peter, help me, I'm scared.

(shrieking)

PETER: Oh, shit!

(groaning)

(gnashing crunch)

(shrieking)

MORGAN: [whispering] Peter?

Are you still there?

PETER: Morgan, something's wrong.

Morgan, something's wrong.

I can't move!

♪

(Peter pants, gasps)

(eerie music)

♪

(breathing heavily)

♪

[whispering] Morgan, wake up!

I think I'm paralyzed.

♪

Oh, God... Peter.

Where am I?

♪

PETER: Look at me. No, no, no.

Look at, look at-- do not turn around.

Oh my God.

Oh my... oh my God!

♪

Hm.

What?

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater.

Had a wife but couldn't keep her,

because he'd been a very, very bad boy.

[whispering] What the fuck?

♪

Ooh!

KARA: Well-done, Morgan.

No, I think I can probably take it from here.

♪

Stiff upper lip, mate.

It's been a deuce of a time.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

(hisses)

KARA: Oh!

Peter.

I just can't imagine

what's running through your head right now.

Oh, you don't need to, I can tell you, it's, uh,

"Why can't I move my fuckin' body"

and "Get this collar off me fuckin' now."

Language!

(breathes heavily)

[quietly furious] Who do you think you are?

Who do you think I am?

(demonic whispering)

I'd say I'm surprised you don't recognize me, Peter,

but to be fair, I was a child

the last time you were around.

Still, everyone says I'm the spitting image

of my sister, and, well,

I know you remember her.

PETER: I have no idea who you're talking about.

Wheeler.

Kara Wheeler.

(ominous music)

You're Becca's sister?

Was.

PETER: So that's what all this insanity is about.

(scoffs)

She took the easy way out.

It's my fault?

What happened to your sister is tragic.

Truly.

♪

It's also fuckin' cowardly.

Right? What about your parents?

What about you?

And then the heroin.

The fuckin' heroin, Kara.

Come on, I know you're angry.

You want some closure, but this,

this is not the way to get it.

This... this is how you get 10 to 20.

Did you know I was the one that found her?

♪

She used a knife from your line of cutlery, Peter.

The very set you sell on your piece-of-shit TV show.

♪

Do you think that was a coincidence?

We were teenagers, okay, Kara?

[stammering] And whatever you're thinking,

fuck, I guarantee you

that's not what happened, all right?

(chains jingling)

Right on cue.

MORGAN: All right. - Shit.

(clattering)

Okay.

Uh, what the hell is that?

Don't worry, it's not loaded.

Right, then, now that it's loaded,

I would be worried, if I were you.

[whispering] What the fuck?

Holy shit.

(laughing)

You seem tense, Peter.

Way to represent, OG.

(laughter)

Suckling young.

PETER: Oh my God.

Okay, okay, okay, so you are all crazy,

you're all just crazy,

and your brains are sick,

and you're not gonna get away with this,

you... angry bitches!

Oh, Peter.

We're not angry bitches.

♪

We're angry witches.

♪

(puffs)

(each puffs in succession)

♪

(unintelligible incantation)

♪

[screaming] Agnes!

♪

Agnes!

♪

[whispering] Hey, hey...

hey.

What did you do to me?

Hm. The paralysis.

It's a remedial spell but always quite effective.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Peter,

a woman's work is never, ever done.

♪

Agnes!

Help me!

Shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, huh?

Have some self-respect, Slim.

Shh... - What are you...

what are you planning?

What are you...

Hey, what is your deal, even... huh?

Huh?

Yeah? What is that-- what is that--

what is that nonverbal cue, huh?

You guys aren't helping me at all, please.

LILITH: We can't let you go out like this.

Out?

Don't sweat it.

We're gonna tighten you up.

You're gonna tighten me up,

what is tighten-- tighten what up?

LILITH: All of it.

♪

Oh, come on.

♪

(Peter breathes heavily)

LILITH: Shh, stay very still.

(eerie music)

No! No, no, this stops now.

[women singing in unison] ♪ Shut, shut, shut, shut ♪

♪ Shut your fucking mouth ♪

♪ No one wants to hear your bullshit ♪

♪ Shut your fucking mouth ♪♪

Ow!

No! No. MARIE: Oh, boy.

That's good.

[in rising panic] Oh...

ohh...

Ohh!

(frightened screaming) ♪

Oh...

(women chuckle)

PETER: No.

Oh, God.

Oh, f...

♪

Ohh!

Oh, shit!

Oh, oh...

(women chuckle)

♪

MARIE: Snake for snake.

♪

PETER: You don't even know me.

You don't know me, all you know is

what you read in the search engine.

(women whispering)

♪

Thank you so much for this exclusive.

Confession? I'm a big fan, um...

But this is just business.

Well, flattery'll get you everywhere.

My business is my pleasure.

MARIE: Oh! - What is this?

MARIE: Um... great. LILITH: Yeah!

MARIE: So let's get started, okay.

When did your love affair with food start?

LILITH: Why don't you ask me what you really wanna ask me?

♪

I don't know what you mean.

PETER: Okay, fuck no, you guys, come on.

You're family, for Christ's sake.

This is wrong on so many levels, what it--

what is happening? MARIE: Uh-- um...

Oh-- oh please, can we just, um...

stick to the interview?

LILITH: [whispering] Come on, this is the interview.

Look, I--I...

can we just keep it on the level?

Yeah, yeah. MARIE: I'm really not comfortable

with where this is-- LILITH: Okay, okay, hey.

Seriously?

How long you been chasing this exclusive?

I mean, who the fuck do you write for?

Who's reading this shit? Come on.

No, no, no, no, you assholes.

I'm your brass ring.

("I'm your brass ring" echoes)

No, that's not how it happened.

That's not how it happened.

This-- can you please cut that out?

Cut--cut that out.

Ow! Cunt!

You fucking bit me!

♪

Unquote.

♪

She don't wanna fuck you, Peter.

Just because she's a fan of your work

doesn't mean you get to touch her.

Here, or here...

It's not okay.

It's never been okay.

Look at the tits.

Check the tits, bro.

Hey, how about a giant obvious newsflash

for you two certifiable loony bins:

There's two sides to every story, okay?

She chased that exclusive for weeks.

She met me at a bar. MARIE: You told her

to meet you there!

[furiously] She brought a recorder

and a fucking legal pad!

She flirted her ass off with me the whole time.

And then, she had the balls to bite me,

because she was a crazy bitch!

(scoffs)

You wanna see something really fucking crazy?

Oh boy.

♪

(invocation, bones crunching)

What's happening?

You pissed off a witch, Peter.

And Marie fucks with voodoo, so... PETER: Oh, shit.

(murmuring and shuddering)

♪

(shrieking) PETER: Oh God. Oh God, help me. Please, please help me.

(Peter screams)

(panting)

(command in foreign language)

♪

Not yet, Marie.

It's too soon.

(bones crunching)

He fucking asked for it. KARA: I have no doubt.

(eerie music)

You are officially on borrowed time.

♪

LILITH: Oh boy, look at that.

Look what you did.

You pissed yourself.

Now you're gonna have to lay there in your own sauce

and I'm gonna have to smell it.

Still, you're lucky.

I wouldn't have stopped her.

All that spitfire just makes me melt.

Why do you think I asked her to marry me?

She checks all my boxes.

That is disgusting. - Oh, I'm sorry.

Is that a bridge too far?

Oh, shit! So it's just all lies, huh?

God, you don't even have a kid.

LILITH: Don't be ridiculous.

(gasps) LILITH: Hmph.

My daughter graduated cum laude last year,

and that was after the assault.

Luckily, that monster was still able

to play in a bowl game.

Hasn't seemed to have affected his draft status one bit.

Thank God she had the courage to come forward.

(whimpering)

(panting) LILITH: What are you thinking?

♪

There we go.

♪

Hey.

Stick around for act two.

That's when we castrate you.

(whimpering)

(ominous music)

No peeking!

♪

ELENA: ¡Hola!

♪

(crunching)

♪

That's a nice--

that's a nice color.

Oh, I'm so glad you like it!

We thought it would look good with your skin tone.

You ready to become Pretty Peter?

(bottle squirts spray)

Are you excited to head back to the Philippines in shackles?

(chuckles)

Wow. This motherfucker-- you know I'm Puerto Rican!

You wanna talk about shackles?

You know, when Puerto Rico was still a Spanish colony,

women's rights were unheard of

and their contributions to the island's society

were limited, to put it mildly.

Even though Puerto Rican women were actively participating

in the revolt against the Spaniards,

and nobody can rape and pillage like the Spanish,

am I right?

Relax.

I'm just texturizing.

Will you pout, please? - Will you eat a dick?

That's rude.

ELANA: Believe it or not,

I'm as American as apple-motherfucking-pie.

My great-grandmother served our great country

in the war against Hitler and his allies.

What a patriot!

I'm sorry that the courage skipped your generation.

But I am grateful for her service, truly.

ELENA: Are you?

Mm-hm.

The way you're grateful for the service of,

I don't know, your female kitchen staff?

You ever hear of equal pay for equal work,

you pasty piece of shit?

And how many of them have you slept with, huh?

Including the one you fired.

Marta Dominguez.

Single mother of two,

and that was enough brown babies for this world,

as far as you were concerned.

Yeah, we came to that decision together.

(Elena chortles)

Together?

Then why settle?

That one cost you 20 grand.

Big money for one of your employees.

Isn't this beneath you, Morgan?

Didn't you people invent manners?

He means the English.

None of this shit flies across the Pond.

This is strictly American awfulness

at its worst.

First of all, Peter,

the utter shite that you've been doing

your entire life is part of an international pandemic.

ELENA: Ooh, good word. - Yeah. And second,

do you know a thing about [exaggerates] fuckin' witchcraft

and its fuckin' origins?

Nice. Come on, I'm... trying to talk to you

like a human,

and you're mocking me and you're wrapping your finger

around a trigger like a bully.

You're a real wanker when you're frightened,

do you know that?

Yeah, I'm frightened, Morgan. (sighs)

I'm scared, 'cause I've been kidnapped and...

accused,

and convicted and sentenced by strangers, and I--

I have a daughter named Riley.

MORGAN: Yeah, but Peter,

great change comes with the destruction

of existing rules.

What?

My sister's skin is my own,

my sister's heart is my own,

and my sister's future is my own.

Oh, shit, she's in training, huh?

This is your first time, isn't it?

In your dreams.

PETER: No, not in my dreams, right now.

I know you.

I grew up with you.

Morgan.

You're just like my sister.

(melancholy music)

You're desperate for acceptance.

I have a brother.

He makes cheese-and-onion sandwiches

and they're the tits.

You still couldn't shine his shoes.

Who was it that destroyed your self-esteem so completely

that you are willing

to pledge the worst sorority in history?

♪

Was it your dad?

ELENA: That's enough, pendejo.

Every asshole says he's an asshole

because his father was an asshole.

No te dejes que te meta en la cabeza.

It's just dead skin.

PETER: Morgan, come on.

Make one decision for yourself

in your life. - Fuck you!

You know nothing about my life!

Welcome to the fucking game, bitch!

(intense music)

(grunts) ELENA: Oh, shit!

Ah! Oww!

♪

(panting)

(busy signal)

Star... six... nine.

LONNIE: Hello? -Lonnie-- Lonnie, it's Peter.

I'm a hostage of witches.

I tried 911 already, it's busy, can you believe--

You just made this a lot more painful

for yourself, Peter.

♪

(blade clatters)

(struggling)

♪

(dark music)

♪

(metal creaking)

♪

KARA: Lonnie?

That's my name, don't wear it out.

KARA: God, it's so late, you freaked me out there

for a second.

♪

Right.

I don't live here.

Peter invited us ladies over for dinner.

Our power went out and he took pity on us.

♪

Peter called me at the shop,

he sounded pretty shook up.

Lonnie, Peter's fine.

He was just yanking your chain.

Like when we were kids?

Oh, but we're not kids anymore. KARA: He was a bully, Lonnie.

I'm sorry if he ever made you feel like you were--

Dumb?

I'm not dumb. - I know you're not.

♪

Hmm, you probably should turned more lights on,

if you really wanted me to believe

that you were inside having supper.

(gun cocks)

I'll come in and take a look around.

Lonnie...

AGNES: Go home, boy.

This doesn't concern you. - Mother...

I got this handled, go on back to bed.

♪

What did I tell you about that thing, huh?

What'd I say?

♪

Something's not right here.

♪

AGNES: You love your mother? - 'Course I do.

AGNES: All right.

Then you take this and you go home.

Everything's under control.

You just forget you were ever here.

♪

(engine starts)

♪

Your timing is impeccable.

♪

Does Peter know?

Peter and Gwen were just babies themselves.

Why'd you have to keep it a secret?

♪

Because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

♪

Oh my God.

Peter's father?

♪

Go back in there and finish what you started.

And no more fuck-ups.

♪

ELENA: Hey, man. What the fuck?

LILITH: That was enlightening.

ELENA: Gimme the keys, I'll take care of it.

MARIE: I'll call shotgun. KARA: None of that

will be necessary. ELENA: Oh, oh, really?

Tell that to my fucking forehead.

KARA: We should've cast a stronger spell.

♪

We actually underestimated you.

♪

Crate training's over.

Oh, cuckoo, cuckoo!

What a beautiful color. ELENA: Yeah, I like the way

your titties look in that top, baby.

(catcalling and whistling)

Look, really?

Your sister's clothes?

I mean, isn't she rolling in her grave?

We're going on a witch hunt.

You get it? Levels.

It's really more of us hunting you

as opposed to you hunting us.

It's a twist on an old classic.

Vámonos, gringo. - (grunts in frustration)

LILITH: Come on, jog on!

Go, Pe-ter!

Can I just shoot him in the bollocks? ELENA: Hmm.

Go Peter, go! PETER: Oh! Come on!

Please, please.

Please stop this. She had a soul.

Ten... MARIE: [whispering] You better run, boy.

Hey! Okay, sorry.

Nine...

PETER: Okay. KARA: Eight...

MARIE: [whispering] Go Peter, go! KARA: Seven...

(tense rhythmic music)

(howling, barking)

♪

Sh-- shit.

(Peter's footsteps echo)

♪

(Peter mutters incoherently)

♪

(eerie music)

♪

Marta Dominguez.

She don't wanna fuck you...

Peter.

♪

[whispering] We were teenagers,

okay?

♪

PETER: [frantically] Help! Help!

Help me!

Help me! Hel-- Oh, shit!

Gwen! Gwen! Gwen! Wait!

Oh thank God, it's you! GWEN: Peter, what is--

Fuck! Go, go, go!

Peter, what-- - Fuckin' drive, Gwen, fuckin' drive!

Okay, okay! PETER: Shit!

♪

Are you gonna tell me what's going on?

What the hell are you wearing?

Fuckin' bitch witches tortured me.

Fuckin' took me hostage.

The put a spell on my limbs, Gwen!

Goddamn, they took my hair,

took my blood.

They put makeup on my face, look at my face!

Slow down, okay? Just--

I can't slow down, Gwen.

They're blaming me for Becca's suicide.

Yeah.

You know Kara, her sister?

Well, she's the lady Manson, she's the ringleader.

And they've been following me,

and they know some deep, deep personal secrets.

They're stalking me and we need to go,

and we need to go to the cops now.

Oh, fuck!

They were gonna cut my dick off.

Fuck!

I said they could fix you, not "fix" you.

What in the living shit did you just say to me?

GWEN: You heard me.

You did this to me?

Gwen-- - I didn't want to!

Okay? But you just-- you left me no choice,

because it's happening all over again, and--

Oh yeah, you better be upset.

'Cause you have scarred me for life

and you are my goddamned sister!

Yeah, I was your sister when you raped my best friend

in our fucking treehouse!

(brakes squeal)

Rape? Did you just say "rape" to me?

Holy shit, Gwen, I don't even know

what that fuckin' word means anymore.

Nobody does, okay?

We were kids.

I was a teenager, I was drunk,

I was fuckin' naked, it was a blurry mess

that happened a lifetime ago!

No, it's a blurry mess to you, Peter.

It's a lifetime ago to you!

Like I said, I was drunk. - No!

No, you always have an excuse, Peter,

and you always get away with it,

and it is not just with Becca,

because there have been too many others,

what about the journalist that interviewed you

a few years ago, right? Hm, what did you do to her?

Huh, Peter? Or the women on your staff,

or the new one that your lawyer's

fixing for you right now, what were the--

what were the marching orders this time?

Is it "Oh, she auditioned for a reality show,

so she just must be a gold-digging whore," right?

Isn't that the company line?

♪

[slowly and calmly] You hurt Becca

and no one believed her story,

because you were perfect, Peter,

and you called her a liar, so that's what she was.

And over time, it just ate her alive.

♪

And I defended you

because you're my brother,

not because I believed you, because I didn't.

And that's just my cross to bear.

♪

[whispering] Yeah, okay, you're...

you're right.

I'm sorry.

(tense music)

PETER: You have to drive right now. You have to drive right now!

They're fuckin' witches!

Did they tell you they're fuckin' witches? GWEN: No, Peter! Stop it!

Listen to yourself!

♪

[horrified] What the fuck? Okay.

They did not say anything about that.

I'm gonna call Kara, and-- PETER: No-- no, don't!

That's Kara!

(glass shatters, screaming)

♪

No! No!

(screaming)

GWEN: [frantically] Peter, help me! Peter! Peter!

PETER: [desperately screaming] Gwen! Gwen!

(incantation being chanted)

(eerie music)

Oh, my... my hands...

♪

[in terror] No! No!

(tense rhythmic music)

Ah! No!

♪

Noo!

♪

(piercing scream)

(birdsong)

(panting)

[yelling] Gwen, are you here?

(eerie music)

♪

(indistinct demonic voice)

♪

(music distorts)

♪

(phone ringing)

♪

(panting)

(phone ringing)

♪

KARA: Good morning, dear.

Where's my sister? KARA: That's sweet.

Gwen woke up in her own bed.

She'll have no memory of what happened here, so

unless you want her or anyone else, for that matter,

to think you belong in an asylum,

I suggest you take our little adventure

with you to the grave.

♪

What did you do to me?

For Becca.

♪

For Becca.

♪

For Becca.

♪

KARA: You fuck up once,

you even think of hurting anyone ever again,

we will bury you.

You'll never see it coming.

(roar of flames)

♪

Are we clear?

♪

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

KARA: We'll be watching, Peter.

[inhaling sharply]

(line goes dead)

♪

Well, that was easy.

Stockholm syndrome, anyone?

He said thank you.

That was clutch. ELENA: Stakes.

(Peter moans)

MARIE: Charges?

(glass shattering, screaming "No, Gwen!")

LILITH: Definitely day drinking, right?

(flame roars, scream)

(panting)

GWEN: Jesus!

A hell of a party trick.

Yeah, it's pretty good.

Keep your phone on.

He'll call you.

Not right away, but...

he'll call. - Right.

You nailed that, by the way.

Oh my God.

I was so nervous that he was gonna

jump out of the car or push me out of the car

before we got to the spot.

Then I just... I lost my shit.

I mean, I really lost it.

You were the perfect closer.

(tender music)

I'm so sorry, Kara.

I think about her every single day.

♪

[tearfully] Yeah, me too.

♪

(weeping)

♪

[mouths] Oh God.

♪

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

♪

I'm so sorry.

♪

AGNES: These sheets smell like piss.

(chuckling)

Final verdict on the micro dosing, ladies?

(eerie music)

♪

Well, the Datura was definitely the right species.

It's a nasty little fucker.

But we coulda used more.

That's on me. Yeah, I'm just growing into my alchemy.

It's a delicate balance, 'cause you want him to go limp

and see shit but not die, right?

Well, I just wanna say

thank you, obviously.

When Kara first called me, I admit I was skeptical.

But it sounds like you really reached him.

♪

Or he's just scared and thinks we put voodoo on his dick.

Maybe.

But maybe not.

GWEN: Well, it makes a difference to me.

He's my whole family.

You don't know him like I do.

(softly knocking)

(soft music)

Well, we all have reasons for being here, right?

♪

My wedding is in three hours, Peter.

How can you possibly justify coming here?

For one minute.

I need to see our daughter, please.

One minute,

and that's it.

Okay. - Jesus, you look like shit.

♪

Dad, what are you doing?

You okay? - Yeah, um...

could we go for a walk?

Yeah. - Thank you.

♪

To draining the swamp,

one bad hombre at a time.

(women agree, cheer) KARA: I think we can all drink to that.

(glasses clink)

AGNES: Little stingy on the bubbly,

I'm gonna need three of these.

♪

PETER: [whispers] Amazing!

♪

I've taken for granted how precious you are and...

and you let me get away with it every time,

but I don't want you to do that anymore.

Not for me, not for any man.

♪

No more lies, baby, okay?

And I'm never gonna miss a thing.

And I'll be at every soccer game from here on out,

and I'm gonna be carrying one of those big plastic bags

of orange slices like those other parents do, okay?

Oh my God, Dad.

Are you dying?

No, no, no, baby.

I think maybe I should have.

♪

But I'm still here,

which makes me the luckiest man

on the planet.

Riley, I love you...

so much.

♪

I will see you tomorrow.

Not next weekend, tomorrow, okay?

♪

♪

♪

What is this?

What, are you dying or something?

♪

Laura, I'm so sorry I failed you

on every conceivable level.

It wasn't just me.

♪

Hey, Peter.

[stammering] Hi-- hi, hello.

Uh... do we know each other?

We do now.

(ominous rhythmic music)

♪

Be good.

♪

♪ Go to sleep underneath the covers ♪

♪ Oh, dreams will find you ♪

♪ Will find you ♪

♪ Will find you ♪

♪ Close your eyes, let the dark surround you ♪

♪ Sounds in the night, voices in a bad dream ♪

♪ I hear voices in a bad dream ♪

♪ I hear voices ♪♪

♪