The Neighborhood Nightmare (2018) - full transcript

Jamie?

Thank you, Sir.

- Did you see him?
- I swear.

He waved at me back.

- Oh, thanks.
- Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Thanks.

- Morning.
- Morning, Barrett.

You work in the early shift
all this week or what?

Yeah, I'm actually
working a double

while they find a replacement
for Henry.



Aww, poor guy.

I suppose you're really gonna
need this today.

You are my savior.

Nothing a lot of caffeine
can't fix, right?

I'll cheers an amen to that.

Okay.

- Have a good day.
- You too.

Obviously, this is our cardio
and lifting room.

Um, you're gonna
alternate training

here and the yoga studio.

Got it.

Oh, and pick up Phil Slack

on an as-needed basis.

Hey. Good morning, Lindsay.



- Morning.
- Hey, I'm Brody.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Can I see you for a sec?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Thanks.

Who's that? Does he work here?

Oh, that? That's Brody.

And you can flex your pecks
in front of him all you want...

but he's spoken for.

Bloop!

Why are the good ones
always gay?

That's just a big myth,
you know.

There are plenty of good ones
who aren't.

What about you? Are you married?

Uh, divorced.
As of two years ago.

Is that a good thing
or a bad thing?

Oh, it's a necessary thing.

It was... best for him,
me and our daughter.

Please don't tell me he left you
a parting gift like mine did.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry.

I probably shouldn't
have brought it up

here at work on my second day.

- Poor form.
- It's fine.

I'm sorry that happened to you.

My ex-husband, um,
he wasn't abusive.

He was more so on his way
to making me wonder

if he could be, though.

Um, he lost his job
the year we split,

and he was depressed,
drinking all the time.

And then came the verbal abuse.

He would show up unannounced,
drinking and yelling.

And then, one night, he broke in

and threatened to break a beer
bottle off and stab me with it.

Oh, wow.

I mean, I'd like to think
that he never would have been

capable of hurting us,
but it shook me,

and I never wanted to find out.

So that's when I quit
my job as a banker

and opened up this gym
and yoga studio.

So that if he ever
shows up again,

you can beat the crap
out of him?

Maybe.

But my ex has never been back
since, so...

I bet.

I feel sorry for the next man

who marries and tries to cross
you.

Well, you don't have anything
to worry about there.

I never intend on
getting married again.

Hmm. Never say never.

You bringing work home with you
this evening?

Oh, yeah. Uh,
Jamie asked for me to, uh,

bring a pair of free weights
home, to leave it at the house.

Ah, she's trying to get
all buff like her mom.

I guess.

But, uh, you know teenage girls.

These things will be covered in
dust by the end of the summer.

Well, hey, I mean,
if she isn't gonna use 'em,

I'd be happy to take 'em
off your hands.

Give me something to do
to keep me awake around here.

Well, hey, I'm just glad that
I live in a neighborhood

safe enough
where our night watchman

can be bored on the job.

True.

Oh, hey, has Jamie
come through yet?

Uh, yeah, um, her and Nikki
just got dropped off

by the punk with the ponytail,
you know.

There goes the neighborhood.

Hiya, new neighbor.

- Stephen Lane.
- Hi. Lindsay Porter.

Oh, hah, your new neighbor.

Uh, well,
welcome to the neighborhood.

Thank you. I'm new to the area,
I just moved out from downtown

and I was wondering where I
could find a new gym membership

in the burbs myself.

You're dressed like you
just got back from the gym.

Right.

Yes. Uh, well, kinda.

Uh, 'cause I-I actually run

a little private gym
down on Glendon.

Wasn't that just perfect?
I'm in the market for a new gym.

And I'm sure you could always
use a new client.

Yeah, uh, here is my card,

at the gym... card.

Great.

- Thank you, Lindsay Porter.
- Hmm.

Um, I think you're being
monitored.

Uh, yeah.

That is my daughter Jamie,

and her best friend Nikki.

So, I suppose I should
probably behave.

I wouldn't want them
to think I was, uh,

hitting on you or anything.

Um, you know,
we actually do live in

an extremely
nosey neighborhood, so...

You know,
just be prepared to have

your public persona studied
under a microscope,

like, pretty much 24-7.

Ah, so, keep all my
dirty little secrets

behind closed doors.

Noted.

Lindsay. Stephen.

I see you've met
our new resident.

Hello, Katherine.
How're you doing?

- Wait, how do you... Right.
- Oh...

Yup. She, uh, sold me my house.

- Um-hmm.
- Exactly.

We go way back. Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry, I'm all sweaty.

Oh, no, it's-it's fine.

You ladies are just starting
to make me feel

a little, uh, inadequate
and out of shape.

Oh, come on.

I think you're gonna fit in
around here just fine.

At least among me
and Lindsay here.

We're the only singles
on the block.

We're all close and comfy
around here,

kinda like a big, happy family.

- Right, Linds?
- Mm-hm.

Yeah, I was, uh,

just starting to notice that.

Well, I sure hope Lindsay
has already invited you

to our neighborhood watch
meeting on Thursday.

No, not yet, she hasn't.

Although, she did warn me
how nosey

all the cozy little residents
of Shady Grove are.

Well, Lindsay here
is our resident

neighborhood watch leader.

In fact, she started
the entire program.

So, maybe you can tell him
a little more about that.

Anyway, I gotta run.

See you later.

Bye.

So, is, uh, everyone
around here that...

Drop dead gorgeous?
Uh, no. Just Kat.

I was gonna say aggressive.

Well, you know,
at least with her,

what you see is what you get.

So, what does one get with you?

Uh, um, I don't know. Baggage?

I'm gonna use this.

- Okay.
- Goodnight, neighbor.

Night.

Hey, girls.

How was school?

Well, apparently,
it wasn't nearly as eventful

as Miss P's after-school special
on the front lawn.

What? Come on.
Guys, that was nothing.

He was asking me about the gym.

Oh, and you offered him
a personal training session

over at his new bachelor pad,
I hope.

Nikki, ew.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey, Miss C.

Hey, Mom.

Rita told me she saw you talking

to the new neighbor next door.

Oh, my God.
Nothing gets past Rita B.

- So, what's the deal?
- He's hot, Mom.

Real hot, and he was totally
into her. I could tell.

Really? This is great.
Is he age-appropriate?

Late 30s, and he dresses to the
nines, and has a nice car,

so you know he's not just
some deadbeat.

So, did you like him?

And can you please be

quiet for one second?

Let her answer for herself.

Sure. Yeah, I mean,
he's attractive.

Um, and, yes,
he's age-appropriate,

but wewere not flirting.

We were just talking
about the neighborhood,

and, uh, gym memberships.

Yeah, plus, who dates a guy
who literally

just moved in next door?

It sounds like a disaster,
right?

Exactly.

A bad idea, how exactly?

Because you're afraid
to fall in love

with someone
who conveniently lives

just a stone's throw away
from where you do,

or simply 'cause you're afraid
to fall in love?

- Mom!
- Come on.

I gotta get dinner
on the table in an hour

or else your brother's gonna get
home from soccer practice,

empty out the entire pantry.

Move!

- Uh-h-h!
- Move, move, move, move.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

I just don't feel it's
safe for anyone to be

coming and going at all hours of
the night when we all agreed

to a curfew of 10:00 p.m.
for children.

Rita, not that
it's any of your business,

but my son works until
ten most nights

saving up for college.

Fine, then he shouldn't
blare his music

at all hours of the night
throughout the neighborhood.

Rita, perhaps you should
focus less on my son

and more on your
two thirteen-year-old girls

who spend every afternoon
smoking weedby your pool

until you or Alan return home.

My daughters do notsmoke weed.

Okay, uh, ladies,
I think you both

expressed your concerns herein.

Uh, and, yes, Rita,
we should be mindful

of our kids going in and out
at all hours,

playing loud music
and disturbing the peace.

But, as you're all aware,
Barrett logs

all entries and exits after six.

So, I think that we can have
some exceptions to the curfew,

such as where work is involved.

Plus, I already spoke to Danny
about the music, all right.

He's a good kid,
already apologized.

Just trying to stay awake
while driving,

'cause he was tired after work.

Uh, do we have anything else?

No, that's it.

Okay. Uh, all right,
we've covered everything,

so we're done for tonight.

Uh, next time, ahem, uh, we will

be covering some more events.

Please, bring your questions
then.

What are you doing here at our
little rumor-filled gossip fest?

Well, I thought if I wanted
to start fitting in

sooner than later, what better
way than to throw myself

right into the nosiest neighbors
in the hood.

Well, you came
to the right place.

I'm Janet Chung.

I live two houses down,
just on the other side of Kat.

Ah, well, nice to meet you,
neighbor.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, it was nice to meet you.

I've got to get back
to relieve my fill-in,

but welcome to the neighborhood.

- Thanks...
- Barrett.

Barrett. Barrett, right.
Right, right.

- I'll see ya.
- Oh, hey.

Thanks for having
my back in there.

That's why I'm here for.

Hey, would you mind
giving me a lift?

I-I walked here earlier.

I was thinking I could show you
the layout of the neighborhood

along the way.

I mean, I sold at least
half the homesaround here.

Um, y-yeah.

Yeah, I could,
I can drop you off.

Would either of you like a ride?

- Well, a-actually...
- Oh. No, I mean, I...

I drove us in my car, so...

Yeah, we're good.

Thank you, though.

Um, you guys have
a nice evening.

All right.
Well, goodnight, ladies.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Hello?

Hello?

Trust is earned.

And finding
your tree, push your thigh

and foot against each other
creating resistance.

Reach up through the crown
of your head

and down through
your other foot,

spreading your toes,
and breathe.

Uh, you have a visitor here.

I saw him walking
around the gym floor,

and he was for myself.

Go on.

Thank you.

All right.

So, what are you doing here?

Oh, I thought I'd see
if you had a, uh,

I don't know, friends and
neighbors discount

on new memberships.

Mm-hmm.

Are you here to work out...

or are you just here to try
to make me as uncomfortable

as humanly possible
with your pressed juice

and your muscly tank top arms?

Okay.

How... is that?

- That better?
- Uh-hmm, hmm.

Well, uh, I came down
to work out

and to see if you wanted to
join me for dinner tonight.

Um...

I don't think
I should... do that.

Um, my daughter's not so keen
on me dating right now.

That's okay. I'm not asking
your daughter out.

I'm asking you.

And I'm not gonna leave until
you say yes.

I'm gonna stick around,
and believe me when I tell you,

you do not wanna see
my downward dog.

Okay, fine.

One dinner...

but, like a friendly, neighborly
sort of dinner, not a date.

I'll take it.

Pick you up at seven.

Thought you were gonna work out?

I told you, I'm free to work out
in the afternoon.

Member 266. Your boy Phil
hooked me up, uh...

I think he likes me.

Who's that?

Uh, my new neighbor.

His name is Stephen,

and I think he just
joined my gym.

Is that all he did?

And he asked me out to dinner.

I'd be careful if I were you.

Why would you say that?

I don't know, he just...

I just saw the way
he was looking at you.

He reminded me of my ex.

There's a lot that man's
not sharing.

I'll have
the filet mignon, rare.

And I could be wrong, but
I think she might want the same.

I would like mine medium,
please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, to...

- Special occasions.
- Special occasions.

So...

tell me about your daughter.

Jamie. She is seventeen.

Junior in high school.

Straight A's, Type A,
no boyfriend to date

or none that she's ever
told me about.

Do you usually talk
about that sort of stuff?

Well, lately, I'd be lucky to
get her to talk about anything.

I mean, she works out at the gym
with me sometimes,

but we don't... eat ice cream
and watch movies

on Friday nights
like we used to.

Well, sounds to me
like you might need

a new movie-watching buddy.

Maybe.

It's not like
I'm lonely all the time.

But, I-I just wish things

were a little bit different
with Jamie.

Hmm. May I ask about the father?

He is no longer in the picture.

So, anyway, tell me more
about you.

What do you wanna know?

Where did you move here from?

Rossford.

Actually, I missed our little
firm down there,

and we were moving offices

to a new suite
Center City soon, so...

And, uh, what kind of firm?

Adult psychiatry.

You're a psychiatrist?

Thank you.

So, that is, uh, why you stare
at me so intensely?

I'm sorry?

Because you're a psychiatrist,
you're, like,

trying to figure me out.

No, I'm only staring at you

because... I think
you're super sexy.

- Ahem. Drink your wine.
- Yeah.

And, you know,
you were wrong when you said

that Kat Riley
was the most gorgeous woman

in the neighborhood.

She really has nothing
on you at all.

Come on. Look at her.

She is super successful,

no children, and not one flaw
in her entire body.

Ah-ha. You see, I like flaws.

So, go ahead, continue.
Tell me more.

No, no, you're not
gonna play shrink

to me anymore tonight.

You're really good at that,
though.

Always bringing
the conversation back to me.

Okay, fine.

I'll tell you one of my flaws.

I literally cannot raise
a plant to save my life.

Tried a thousand times.

I once killed an ivy plant
in my office.

Literally, the hardest plant
to kill.

All right, I'm liking it.

Got some serious flaws.

Hm.

Um, I should, um...

I should probably get inside.

I didn't tell Jamie
I was gonna be out so late.

Yeah. Of course.

You know, I'd really like
to meet her sometime.

Maybe she should try
one of my burgers.

It could convince her...

I was worthy of dating her mom.

I'm pretty mean on the grill.

Well, you know, I have been
meaning to get a new one.

Ours is ancient.

There you go.

New special occasions
on the horizon.

We'll see.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Hah! Morning.

Morning.

So, I heard
you and our new neighbor

went out all fixed up,
Friday night.

Rita Barnes tell you that?

Hm, Barrett spilled the beans.

Said you didn't come home
until after ten.

I didn't realize us adults
had curfews as well.

It was just a dinner.

- No big deal.
- Oh, I think it's cute.

- Where'd you go?
- The Alastair.

- Oh, fancy.
- Yeah.

Well, I guess you already
beat me to the punch.

But I thought I'd host a little

all-inclusive barbeque
at my place on Monday night.

Just a
welcome-to-the-neighborhood

hello to our new neighbor.

- Can you come?
- Sure.

What can we bring?

What, who? You and Stephen?

- Me and Jamie.
- Oh.

Oh. Um...

You know what,
I-I thought we would just

do a big kids only.

You know, just because
Janet's youngest

she's still in that "let's break
stuff" phase, you know?

Okay. So it's not quite
all-inclusive then, is it?

Hm. Bring some wine.

Whatever you like.

Maybe I could also bring these
new grilling skewers I just got.

Sounds great.
Let's get shish kebab-ed.

Well, I'll see you on Monday.

Bye.

All right. Same time next week?

If I don't keel over
and die before that, fine.

I think you'll be good.

- Lunch.
- Yay.

So... tell me
all about your date.

I already told you everything
when you texted me.

Oh. You said that it was
very nice,

that the food was great,
and Stephen's very sweet.

But there was no mention
if there was a kiss.

There was, and it was nice.

Okay, fine. It was amazing.

Yay!

I cannot wait to see you two
in action tonight over at Kat's.

There will be no action.

Besides, I'm not sure
Kat is too thrilled

with the idea
of the two of us, anyway.

God's given that girl
too many gifts in life already.

You deserve yourself
an amazing man.

Ooh, which, by the way, I think

that Jamie's coming over tonight
to help Nikki with the kids

while we're over at Kat's,
and then she's gonna sleepover,

so you and Stephen can have
a little sleepover, too.

Stop. Stop right there. Behave.

Fine. I will behave.
But I hope you won't.

Ooh. Yum.

I'll take that.

So, Barrett, what was it
you were doing before this?

I was in the Marines, actually.

You never told us that.

You never asked.

I knew he was.

- For how long?
- Eight years, actually.

Oh, wow.

Commendable job. Thank you.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Yeah, put me through school.

No PTSD?

Not any that I'm aware of.

So, where were you before here?

Well, I'm originally from Ohio,

but, uh, I've been in LA area
about 15 years now.

Practicing psychiatry, yeah?

Don't look at me.
I didn't tell him.

You do background checks
on new move-ins?

Your paperwork
when you leased the house...

Ah-ha.

Hey, at least I didn't tell them
your last year's salary.

It's a good thing
I bought my house

before Kat took over
the neighborhood, huh?

We come bearing nourishment.

Oh, wonderful.

It looks great.

Thank you.

That looks fantastic.

Thank you.

Here we go.

Oh. Wa-wait. Uh...

Didn't your... ex-husband
buy the house?

Yeah, well, that was
before he lost his job,

became a deadbeat dad,
and Lindsay had to buy him out.

I mean, not all of us
had the luxury of starting

a real estate business
on our rich daddy's dime.

Well, my dad always said

I was a great investment.

Well, thank you all
for coming tonight.

What a perfect night
for grilling.

Took the words
right out of my mouth.

Cheers.

It's funny seeing you
out of uniform...

out of your element.

- It's sexy.
- Well, thank you.

I was actually thinking
I should probably head home now,

since I have a bit more
of a drive than the rest of you.

But are you sure
you don't wanna... stay?

You know, you've never shown
any interest in me before.

Why now?

Well, you've never been off
the clock with me.

It wouldn't have been
appropriate for me to...

Are you sure this doesn't have
anything to do

with your interest in Stephen,

and his interest in Lindsay
over you?

Oh...

Stay the night
and I'll show you.

How about we go on a real date?

Fine.

I need another drink.

Hey, you guys aren't leaving,
are you?

I-I was just about to open
another bottle of champagne.

Sorry, tomorrow is my work day,
we gotta get home

and make sure the kids didn't
burn the house down.

Hm.

Thank you. Goodnight.

- Thanks.
- Thanks for having us, Kat.

- It was really nice of you.
- Thanks, Kat. It was great.

Well, tell Jamie
I said goodnight,

and thanks for texting me back.

- I will.
- Bye.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

All right.
You're not a bad chef.

- Bye.
- Have a good night.

- See you guys.
- Goodnight.

And you guys have a good night.

Be safe
on these dangerous streets.

Oh, we do feel less safe
when you have a felon.

- Bye.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight.

So...

So...

I had a really nice time
tonight.

I did, too.

Do you think maybe we could, uh,
see each other again this week?

- Yeah, I guess.
- All right?

Ah, good.

Stephen, um...

what Janet said
about my ex-husband, I...

I'm sorry that came up.

Hey, look. Don't worry about it.

While I can't pretend to know
what that was like for you,

I, uh... I do know how tough
relationships can be.

You know, my engagement was...

well, sort of a nightmare.

But what matters most is that
we're over them now, right?

Right.

Well, um...

just wanted you to know
it's not, you know,

something we normally talk about
at dinner parties.

Let alone on a second date, huh?

Oh, I'm sorry,
that wasn't a second date.

No, no, it was just, um,
you know,

neighborly picnic.

- Ah. Is that right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, well,
I'm not entirely convinced

that you'd let
just any neighbor... do this.

I guess they found the key
hidden there under the pot.

You might try finding
a less obvious place

for a spare key, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Mom, are-are you okay?

Yeah, honey, I'm fine.

Is there someone
that you can think of

that might not like
this Mr. Stephen Lane

giving you a dozen roses?

Sleeping over?

Um...

- I'm sorry, I didn't realize.
- No, it's okay, Detective.

Um, you...

I-I can't really think of anyone
who would have

a problem with my relationship
with Stephen.

And yet, it seems to be

a growing trend around here.

And, y-you are...

Oh, sorry. Uh, this is
my best friend Janet Chung.

She lives three houses down.

And who do you think has
a problem with Miss Porter's

relationship
with the next-door neighbor?

Katherine Riley. She lives right
there between me and Stephen,

just on the other side.

She has a thing for Stephen.

I don't think she would've done

something like this.

I mean, she's, she's our friend,

and, yes, she's a little bit
outspoken sometimes,

but she's not, like, uh,
an intruder and a vandal, right?

And what do you think,
Mrs. Chung?

I agree, I guess.

Passive aggressive isn't
really her style.

Okay. Well, we'll talk to her.

Make it seem like we're
questioning all the neighbors,

that sort of thing.

And what about, uh...

What about your daughter?

She didn't seem too enthused
with your little

rendezvous yesterday evening.

No. Jamie? No. No, no.

She's a very well-behaved kid,
believe me.

Plus, she was sleeping over
at my house all last night.

Could she maybe have,
I don't know, snuck out?

Made a fast visit home?
Kids do these sort of things.

Especially in
split-parent homes.

A-and tell me, Detective,

exactly where would
she have gotten

an entire bouquet
of black roses?

Because we're not growing any
in our backyards.

Ma'am, we're just
covering all possible scenarios.

That's our job.

And where did you say Jamie's
father is now, Mister...

Jamison Porter.
He's Downtown, right?

Yeah, we're divorced.

Um...

He lost his temper one night
after the split

and, and things got a little
out of control.

But he, he wouldn't
do anything like this.

I mean, he hasn't even
talked to Jamie in a while,

and he doesn't know
about Stephen, so...

You're a 100 percent sure
of that?

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I talked to Terrence. He said
police questioned him today.

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'll be fine.

Glad you're back
at the gate, though.

Well, you got me on voice dial,
yeah?

- Yeah.
- Okay. Goodnight.

Thank you. Goodnight.

Hey, you all right?

Mom, I really don't
wanna talk about

what you're about to
bring up, okay?

Okay. I love you.

Yeah, you, too.

- Mom, are you okay?
- Jamie, get down here.

Stephen, someone's in our
backyard right now. Please come.

Come on, Jamie, let's go!
Come on!

Let's take this jerk down.

No, absolutely not.
We are leaving right...

- Oh! Jeez!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's just me!

- Just me.
- How did you get here so fast?

I was just out on a walk.

Now, w-where'd you say

you saw this person again?

In the back.

You called him
instead of Barrett?

Nobody back there.

I checked the path
all the way to the fence line

around your gatehouse.
It's all clear.

Great. So, can I have
my rifle back?

Jamie.

Mom, I have school tomorrow,

and I-I have to at least
try to get some sleep, okay?

If you hear anything else,
just scream again.

I'm gonna stay on the couch
tonight, anyway. Okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Try to get some sleep.

Lindsay, hi.

How're you doing?

I'm... fine, Kat.

Really, I don't think

this emergency meeting
is necessary, though.

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

Rita and I thought
it was necessary.

I mean, you had the cops
at your house two days ago.

I know, we're usually
talking about

our kid's fundraisers
or neighborhood activities,

so I can't really think of
a more appropriate time than now

for a real watch meeting.

- Am I right?
- Okay. Um, yeah.

Then we should just
get started, I guess.

Uh, good evening, everyone.

Thank you for being here
tonight.

Um, and thank you, Rita and Kat,

for calling this
emergency meeting.

Um...

I didn't really
think of doing this myself,

'cause I, I wanted to avoid
causing a stir.

But I guess, uh, that's what
these are for, right?

So we can openly communicate
neighborhood concerns.

And...

with that, anyone wanna share
where this came from?

What is that?

Oh, it's a spare key,
to my house.

Or, you know, at least it was

until I changed my locks
after someone here

used it to break into my house
and leave a trail of petals

to a bouquet of these
at my doorstep.

But that's just awful. Who would
do something like that?

Certainly no one here.

I mean, that's kind of
an inappropriate accusation

to be making here,
don't you think?

Well, I'd like to think so, Kat.

But seeing as how only
a select few of us

even have keys to the center,

I have to wonder.

You're not accusing me, are you?

Because most of the time,

we leave this place unlocked.

Mostly because this neighborhood
has always been

such a safe haven.

So now, come to think of it,

the only truly dangerous times

we've had
in this neighborhood were

A, when your marriage
fell apart,

and B, now.

Seems to be a trend with you,
don't you think?

You know what, Kat?

If you think that
I'm such a liability,

and that you're better off
leading these watch meetings,

fine, by all means.

Go ahead. But, just so you know,
I'm watching you.

Well, no, no, no, wait. Hold on.
Couldn't someone have

come in during the daytime
when the center

was open for recreational use?

Right. Maybe
that's what happened.

Good luck figuring out who.

Uh, Janet, who's gonna
write up the minutes?

Why don't you ask nosey-ass
Rita B. to handle that for you?

Pretty sure she already
has a play-by-play

from your own little black book.

Uh, well, um, Rita,

uh, wh-where do we start?

Why didn't you call me?

Stephen lives right next door.

And I was afraid.

We'd been texting,
so I knew he was awake.

Okay. Look.

I know you like this guy, Linds.
Okay? But you barely know him.

All right.
I mean, Kat's got a point.

I mean, don't you think
it's just a little bit

coincidental that
none of this started

happening until this guy

moved into the neighborhood?

Barrett's right.

You still don't know
much about Stephen, yet.

And it is strange
that he hasn't told you

much about his personal past.

Uh, he was engaged once,

and he had a past relationship
that was a nightmare.

So what if it's someone
that doesn't

want you getting closer to him?

Yeah, well, if that's the case,

then maybe you should take
a good,

long look at your girlfriend.

Okay, Kat is not my girlfriend,
all right?

We're just dating, or talking.
I don't know.

Look, I, by no means,
think that she's an angel.

I just don't think
that Kat's capable

of this kind of behavior.

Plus, that doesn't explain the
black truck that Terrence saw

flying out of the neighborhood
the other night.

Or the fact
that there is just something

that this guy isn't telling you.

Hey, Stephen.

Can we talk for a moment?
Outside.

Sure.

I've got to get back to work.
You're gonna be all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, Barrett.

Just, uh, give me a call,
let me know if you want me

to come back, walk you guys
home, all right?

Mm-hm.

Look, I'm, uh, I'm sorry.

I wasn't taking sides
or anything.

I don't wanna be the reason
that you're fighting

with your friend.

No. Kat's barely a friend.

Listen, um...

Do you know anyone
who drives a black truck?

Maybe someone from your past?

You do know someone, don't you?

Yeah. My ex-fiancé
used to drive a black truck.

Her name is Valerie Hyde. She,
uh, she was a patient of mine.

- Valerie Hyde?
- Yeah.

That's funny,
'cause my new personal trainer

drives a black truck
and her name's Valerie Sims.

- Sims?
- Yeah.

Sims was her
first husband's last name.

How could I've not
seen her there?

I-I've gone almost every day

after work
for a couple of weeks.

But she asked
to only work mornings.

Oh, my God.
She's the one doing this.

So sorry, I...

What happened with you and her?

I had to completely cut her
out of my life.

She started claiming
that I was cheating on her

with my patients,
that I hit her.

- Did you?
- No!

No.

I'm sorry. I just...

She showed me scars.
She said you inflicted on her.

She's delusional, Lindsay.

I've treated her for, for
multiple compulsive behaviors.

Lying being just one of many.

And those scars are from
when we went

mountain climbing
eight months ago,

back when we first
started dating.

It doesn't-doesn't really matter

what she's lying about.

What I wanna know is,
how did she even know about us?

I don't know. I...

Maybe she found out
where I moved,

and found the nearest gym,

and figured I joined it.

No. I know
how she knows about us,

because I talked to her
about you

and I had no idea.

That first time you came
into the gym, she was there.

She, she must have
just been hiding

in the women's locker room
or something, but she saw you.

She saw ustogether.

I'm, I'm so sorry, Lindsay.

Is she scheduled
to come in tomorrow?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

I'm gonna go to the gym
with you. I'll talk to her.

I'll take care of this, okay?

- Okay.
- I promise.

Well, you should stay out here,

so we don't cause a scene,
I guess.

- Yeah.
- I'll start...

All right.

Hey, have you seen Valerie?

No. I tried calling,
and no answer.

But...

somebody left this for you.

Thanks.

This is all starting
to make sense now.

That first phone call I heard
said, "Trust is earned."

And then, the gift note said,
"Don't get burned."

And now this.

"Consider it a lesson learned"?

I think she's trying to warn me.

- About what?
- I don't know. About you.

Or th-that she doesn't want us
to be together.

Obviously, she doesn't want us
to be together,

but she is clearly not in her
right mind right now,

so don't tell me you're actually

entertaining her delusions.

Why were you even dating
a patient

in the first place, Stephen?

Listen, Lindsay, believe me,

I know what mistakes
I made, okay.

But as soon as I realized there
was an attraction between us,

I stopped treating her.

Stephen, I defended you
when people were

concerned that you were
hiding things.

- And guess what? You were.
- Hey, that is not fair.

You said it yourself
that you didn't wanna

talk about past relationships
anymore than I did.

Yeah, except my ex isn't
stalking you

and warning you to stay away.

Well, so I guess
you should, then.

Consider it a lesson learned.

Are you sure you don't
want us to cancel our trip

and stick around for you?

We could still get a refund.

Partial refund.

No, Janet.

Look, Valerie already knows
that we know,

so I'm sure she's gotten
as far away from here

as she possibly can, right?

And if not,
when she comes back around here,

I'll take her down
with Barrett's pistol myself.

Look...

I'm sorry for what happened
at the meeting last week.

You were going through
a tough time

and I shouldn't have been
so hard on you.

Wasn't very neighborly of me,
was it?

Yeah. Well... I'm sorry
for pointing the finger.

I, I shouldn't have done that.

You and Jamie should come over
for dinner tonight.

I'm sure groceries
are the last thing

on your mind this past week.

Thank you, Kat,
that's very sweet.

That's what neighbors do
for one another, right?

Thanks.

You okay, Mom?

Yeah, um...

I'm fine, the, ahem,

torch smoke is just making
my eyes water.

Okay, um, well,

I think I'm gonna go call Nikki

and see if they've
made it in... yet.

Um, do you think
we should go home, too?

Yeah, sure, um...

Just go ahead and
I'll, I'll be in, in a few.

Okay.

- Love you.
- You, too.

Hey, lady.

How you holdin' up?

Hey, guys.

Are you off tonight?

Seems like I'm always on
a job with you.

Kidding, Kat asked me
to come by for a few.

To keep the creeps away.

Uh, have you talked to Stephen?

Um, he and I called it quits,

I guess.

That's too bad.

Probably for the best, though.

I mean, I certainly
wasn't feeling

very good when...

he and I were hooking up,

and then he just discarded me

and started dating you.

Wait, what?

Oh, come on,
like you didn't know.

Why else would I have thrown
myself at you like that?

You knew I had a thing for him.

Said it yourself.

You were hooking up
with Stephen?

Yes, um, I-I'm sorry,

I didn't say anything earlier.

I just...

I could see you liked him

and I didn't want to get
in the way of that.

But, hey, seriously,
don't let it bug you.

It was... when I was selling him
the house,

so it was at least a month
before you met him.

You know, you really don't care
who you hurt, do you?

I think you're into it.

What, I'm into hurting people
just because I'm honest?

Oh, give me a break.

You know what? I'm gonna go.

You gonna be all right?

Yeah.

I actually thought you liked me.

Oh, come on,
Barrett. Don't be so dramatic.

Hey, I had fun while it lasted.

We can still be friends.

Jeez, what's with him?

Well, we're gonna take off, too.

Oh, of course. Oh, no, no, no.

I-I got this. Just go inside.

I'll just be a minute, and,
and I'll walk you guys home.

Thanks.

Hello?

Kat?

Hey! Where are you?

I already had to sneak in
past one of those

idiot night watchmen again.

And now, the cops
are after me too?

You told me
we were in this together.

So call me back.

Oh, thanks.

Jamie, get back inside.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God, is Stephen okay?

What the hell's
happening in Shady Grove?

So who was at the back?

Well, it's, uh,
Miss Valerie Hyde.

Hey, guys, how you holdin' up?

How do you think
we're holding up?

They just carried a body out,
for Christ's sake.

Hey, hey, hold on.
It's not Stephen, okay?

But it's not good, Terrence
called me this morning,

told the pool guy found a body.

Do they know who it is?

It's Valerie.

What... What happened to her?

No one knows for sure,
all right.

They haven't given Terrence
any of their answers.

They're-they're arresting
Stephen? Why?

Detective,
why are you arresting Stephen?

- I don't understand.
- We found evidence.

It's giving us reason
to believe that

that Mr. Lane
may have been involved

with the murder of Miss Hyde.

I'm sorry, Miss Porter.

Thanks for stickin'
around tonight.

You didn't have to take off,
did you?

No, I asked Terrence to cover
my shift this evening.

Besides, I wanna stick around,
make sure you guys are safe.

- Thanks, B.
- Hey, you got it, kid.

I cannot believe you guys
are drinking coffee this late.

Thought I'll sleep
tonight, anyway.

It kinda feels like old times
all over again, huh?

You know, when I was first
startin' out,

and you were still afraid,
having trouble

going to sleep at night.

Right. God, poor guy.

I was calling you,
like, all the time

to check up on things.

Yeah, we drank a lot
of coffee back then,

and played a lot of
late night rookie

those first few months of me
workin' here.

But, hey...

you'll get through this too.

Just like then.

Even if it means three more
months of rookie, huh?

It's nearly 10 o'clock,
who's texting you so late?

It's Dad.

What?
Your father is texting you?

What did he say?

He, he just said
he saw what happened

on the news,
and, and he was worried,

so he just wanted to check in.

And that's all.

Let me see.

Let me see your phone.

Mom...

Okay, fine.

You told him about
me and Stephen?

He asked me what happened.

And he wants to come
pick you up?

Yes, so what? He...
Mom, he's worried about us.

Great, now he's concerned?

You've been texting
since 6 o'clock.

Why didn't you tell me
this earlier?

Because I knew
you would freak out,

like you're freaking out
right now.

Jamie, your father
threatened my life

the last time you saw him,
you understand that, right?

Mom, I know, I was the one that
kicked him out, remember?

But he's still my dad,
and-and he's sober now,

and-and he got help.

Yeah, and if by help,
you mean all these

script drugs he's jacked up
on all the time.

And I know, because some of the
medical bills still come here.

What if it was him
and not Stephen?

What if James killed Valerie

because of what
she was doing to us?

Oh, please.

Lindsay, I don't think
that's possible.

Jamie, go upstairs, yeah?

Go ahead.

Is that really necessary?

Have you seen any
of what's been going on

in your neighborhood
the last two weeks?

It's Stephen.

They let him out already?

I don't know.

I'm gonna tell him to leave
or we're gonna call the cops.

Look, I did not kill Valerie,
okay?

The cops released me,
the DA's wife

is a client of mine,
they know I'm not capable

of doing something like this.

Okay, Stephen, but who else

would want to kill her?

Who else would even know
she was in your backyard?

I don't know any more
than you guys do, okay?

I was in the shower,
I didn't hear anything.

But I did not kill Valerie,
okay, I mean...

If I had really killed her,
do you think

I would just leave her
floating in a pool

with a trail of water
to my room?

I mean, how dumb would I be?

You wouldn't have to be dumb.

You just have to be insane.

Please believe me, Lindsay.

You're the only one
who knows me well enough

to know that I did not do this.

I don't know how I feel.

I-I just need a little bit
of time, okay?

Lindsay...

I know, and I was upset,

and I overreacted

when I walked away
from you, but...

It was only because
I was frustrated

that you didn't trust me.

So, please...

Please trust me now.

I've never lied to you.

I would never lie to you.

Not even by hooking up with Kat

before coming on
to Lindsay, huh?

I wish I'd never
done that, okay?

It was, it was stupid,

and I was just emotional

from my last breakup, but...

I never cared about her.

I do care about you.

Just go home, Stephen.

She's heard all of this before,

and you've done enough damage
for one night, as it is.

- Hello, Miss Porter.
- Detective...

- It's okay.
- Come in.

Sit.

I, uh, I just wanted
to check in,

see how things were
with you and Jamie.

Fine, I guess.

I mean, nothing bad has happened
since Sunday, so...

And Jamie?
She back in school now?

Yeah, um, I'm actually

picking her up at seven
before we head on over

to the weekly watch meet.

Is everything okay, Detective?

It's hard to say, really.

I'm still leaning
towards Stephen

as the prime suspect
in this case,

but there's some people above me

who claim that he wouldn't
have murdered his ex.

So I wanted to ask you.

Do you think it's him?

I just don't know anymore.

I mean, I never would've thought
my husband would've been capable

of doing what he did either,

but... yes, I have a hard time
believing it was Stephen

just based
on circumstance alone.

And I don't suppose
that your husband

could've had any involvement

in this situation, could he?

You said he's not
in the picture, right?

Well, he wasn't,
as of a week ago, but...

But what?

I think he's worth looking into.

Okay. Well, thank you.

- I'll be in touch, okay?
- Thanks.

You know that, you know,
I'm here for you,

if you need anything at all.

'Cause I've been thinkin'
about you, worryin' about you.

- So you call me, you hear me?
- Okay.

And you too, you too.

- Thank you.
- All right.

She's sweet.

So they're lookin'
for James now?

Yeah.

But they're wrong.

It's a bunch of crap,
my dad would never

kill anybody,
he just has a hot head.

No, Jamie, you have a hot head,

your father has
real mental problems.

You just don't wanna admit that
it really could be

Stephen, and I know it is.

Keep movin',
nothing's happenin' here.

So, what else did the cops say?

They're gonna have
patrol cars circling

the neighborhood
for the next few nights.

Just to be safe.

I think that's a good idea.

No, I'm gonna ask Terrence
to cover the gate.

I think someone should be
with you guys at all times.

Barrett, you don't
have to do that.

It's okay, I want to.

Besides, I think
Jamie's got a point.

I mean, I don't feel
so comfortable knowing

that Stephen's right next door.

At least, until they talk
to James and they've

had a chance to question him.

All right, I guess
we should get inside

and try to survive this.

I'm gonna stay back here,
keep an eye on things.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Good evening, ladies.

I know this has been

an extremely difficult week

for everyone here
in Shady Grove.

Never in a million years

would I've thought
when I moved into

this gorgeous neighborhood after

selling my first house here

and falling madly
in love with it,

that we would be shocked

with such horrible tragedy.

Tragedy? I think it was murder.

You're right, it was murder.

But it is a tragedy.

When we're supposed
to stick together

and support each other

as neighbors during
these hard times,

and instead, we point fingers

at our innocent neighbors

as though they are responsible

for the callous acts of others.

She's so full of...

I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

Now, at this time,

I beg of our neighborhood watch

to do the right thing

and bring this heinous charade

to a halt, so that we can

come together as a team

and bring the real murderer
to justice.

But you know what, you guys,
we don't even know

who the real murderer is, do we?

And, so far, the only evidence

we have points to that man...

right the...

- Let me go!
- Hey, hey, hey!

Lindsay, call the detective.
Tell him to get over here.

Hi, this is Kat Riley
from Shady Grove.

252, Sherwood Lane.

Lindsay?

Lindsay, I want you to listen
to me real good, okay?

I'm not going to jail.

I'm not.

Not for a bunch of nonsense that

yougot me into
in the first place.

James, please.

Please put the gun down, okay?

Let's talk like
adult parents should, okay?

No, no, no, don't give me crap
about being adult!

You...

You... shacked up
with that psycho shrink

who beats and murders
his girlfriend,

and then, you allow my daughter
to be with him!

- What are you talking about?
- She told me everything.

I know exactly
what's goin' on here.

So...

So...

I'm taking Jamie,
and we are leaving.

- No, you aren't.
- Dad, please stop, please stop.

Mom has nothing to do with
this. I-I told you that.

Sweetheart, sweetheart,
don't try to protect her

when I'm trying to protect you.

Wh-what's your problem?
Get out of the way.

Look, man, if you
really are innocent,

this is no way to go about
clearing your name.

I-I don't know
who the hell you are, anyway.

Oh... wait.

This is him?
What's his name, Stephen?

James...

You got a lot of nerve

makin' moves
on my ex-wife, asshole.

I got a long text

from that Valerie lady
tellin' me

everything you are capable of

the night you killed her.

If anyone should be
put behind bars,

it's this man.

Honey, let's go.

What exactly had you
told your father

up until now, Jamie?

Um, I told him

that I was...

I-I-I thought that-that

the man my mom was seeing

had-had killed his ex,

and we were just texting
a few days before,

and he was,
he was worried about me.

Had you informed him
of Miss Hyde's harassment

at any point before her murder?

Yes, but I'm telling you,
he didn't kill her.

E-even if she did contact my dad
to warn him about Stephen,

my dad was never there.

He was never there.

Did he mention
that she had contacted him

at any point after her death?

No, no, he was
just worried about me

with Stephen, and, and he wanted
to come pick me up.

Logan... I found this
in a suitcase

in the back of Porter's car.

You can walk us down
with the passport.

- It's Valerie's phone.
- What?

What... No, no. No, it's not.

It's...

Okay, listen, ladies.

If Mr. Porter is guilty
of Miss Hyde's homicide,

I can assure you
that we're gonna do our best

to make certain
that he's found guilty.

Okay?

Thank you.

All right.

- Okay, that feels good?
- There you go.

- Are you ready?
- I'm ready.

Okay.

- Cheers.
- Cheers to this.

Look, I wanted to say I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have treated you
that way.

You know what, Kat, it's really
tough for me to gauge

whether or not you're telling
the truth.

In fact, I'm not even sure
if you know

whether or not
you're telling the truth.

Maybe you're right,

but I'm trying to change.

Maybe we could try again?

Yeah?
How are you trying to change?

Well, I, I let Lindsay

take over the neighborhood watch
program again.

Yeah, I thought that was because

everyone said they wanted
Lindsay back.

Funny. Maybe I misheard.

Cheers to you workin'
on yourself for a change.

Good luck with that.

You're a brave man for inviting
Kat here tonight.

Well, she was the one

who called the cops
the other day.

Sticky situation
for all of us, so...

If I had been here
when that had happened,

then you wouldn't have
needed to call the cops

because I would've whooped
James' ass

from here to next week.

I've been wanting to for years.

Well, you can say,

this guy did a pretty good job
by himself.

And, of course, our other
knight in shining armor.

I mean, who needs cops
when you've got

the cavalry right down
the street, right?

Hear, hear. Cheers.

- Cheers.
- To the neighborhood.

Goodnight, you're so welcome.

- Thank you for having us.
- Aww.

Si, si, si.
Magnificent, Stephen.

Nice to see you.

- Party was great.
- Oh, thank you.

- Good to see you.
- Nice to see you, guys.

Glad you guys could make it.

- I'll see you at the gym.
- Yes.

- Bye.
- Goodnight, guys.

Hey, Mom, do you think I could
stay the night at Nikki's?

She wanted to watch
that new Scott Eastwood.

- Um, yeah, I think so.
- Yay.

But don't let them stay up

too late watching movies.

Are you kidding me?

I'm staying up late to watch,
too.

- Thanks, Mom.
- Bye, sweetie.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I'll see you. Bye.

Well, uh, goodnight.

Goodnight, guys.

Well, that's a goodnight
from me, too.

You, uh, want me
to walk you home?

Uh, no, I'm good. Thank you.

What do you got going on
the rest of the night?

Oh, I gotta go relieve Terrence.

What? You're working tonight?

Yeah, why else do you think
I only had one beer?

Someone's gotta keep this
neighborhood safe and warm.

All right. Thank you.

Yeah, I don't think
he likes me a lot.

You just gotta give
him some time.

He's just very protective.

Uh-huh.

Besides...

what matters is that I like you.

Oh, really?

- Wanna come over?
- Mm...

- Yeah.
- Okay.

S-Stephen?

Kat?

What-what are you doing?

I think he's...

I think he's dead.

C-can you, please,
just put that thing down?

And-and just walk away.

What?

You-you think I did this?

I-I just walked in
and-and found him like this.

Look what's in your hand, Kat.

Well, I didn't,
I-I just pulled it out of him,

because it was sticking out
of him like a...

I didn't do this.

I gotta call the cops.

No, no, no, wait.

I'm telling you, it wasn't me.

I-I just got a text from Stephen

telling me to come over,
so I did.

But when I walked in the door,

I-I found him like this.

You can explain
that to the police.

I got your text. You okay?

- Yeah. Look at Stephen.
- Yeah.

I've already called the police,
they're on their way.

Please, Lindsay, tell him

to get the gun off me, please.

I-I didn't do this.

Let's just wait till
the police arrive, yeah?

Here, look at this.

I swear to you,
Stephen asked me to come over.

So, what if he did?

He asked you to come over here

and talk to him, and then what?

You decided you didn't like
what he had to say,

so you stuck a skewer
in his gut?

'Cause you're insane!

It's not true.

I did not hurt him,
I couldn't hurt him.

Lindsay, please, l-look at me.

I'm... I'm a lot of things,

but I'm not a murderer.

You know that.

W-what if it was someone else?

Like who?

Come on, Linds,
you are too trusting.

For all you know,
he still could've been

screwing this one
behind your back.

Or maybe you did this.

Since, clearly,
you hate his guts.

You've got to be
kidding me, Kat.

I'm the only one she can trust.

Damn it!

I wish I'd silenced that.

You see?
I told you it wasn't me.

And I really wish
I'd silenced you.

Barrett, what is going on?

Are you really that clueless?

Come on, I have been
in love with you

since the first day I started
working for you.

I only ever wanted to protect
you and Jamie.

You don't work for me,
you work for the neighborhood.

Oh, screw those idiots!

With their lies
and their cheating

and their shallow shells
of real humanity.

You just killed Stephen!

Yeah!

And I had to kill Val, too.

But that was your fault, Linds.

That was your fault, you see,

'cause you couldn't just
trust me, could you?

You couldn't just trust me

when I had clearly
earned that trust!

Yeah.

That was all me, baby.

That was all me.

The skewers, the first night

I overheard you and him talking

after your date.

The black bouquet?

The gym note that you assumed
was from Val.

That was all me, baby.

All me!

I don't understand.

Of course.

I wanted you to think
it was from Val.

Then maybe you would've
left him alone.

Or, it would've given him

some real motive
to take out his ex.

Then... he would've
ended up in jail.

Valerie never would've shared in
our dirty little secret,

and you and I...

we could've just gone back

to the way the things
used to be.

Do you realize that
you haven't brought me

a morning coffee once

since you two met?

A morning coffee?

Barrett,
is that what this is about?

Barrett, what about Valerie?

How did you even know about her
before anything happened?

Don't get me wrong.

She was snoopin' around
the neighborhood.

She came by here
a few nights in a row

claiming she was interested
in the house for sale

on Aspendale.

Finally, she admitted
to being Stephen's ex.

S-so you just let her?

Yeah, well, I realized

that this little problem

between Lindsay
and Stephen wasn't

gonna go away on its own,
so, yeah,

that was when I got my big idea!

Of course, I made
her promise to keep quiet

about our little interaction.

And James?

Well, when I realized
that Stephen

was gonna get away with
the perfect murder

that I had framed for him,

I realized that I
needed a plan B.

So I started posing
as the crazy lady

stalking his ex-wife and kid.

And when I sent James a text

from Val's phone, saying that

his kid's life was in danger

around mom's new "hot man..."

Bang!

Daddy's back!

But, of course, I really wish

she would've killed
Stephen that night.

But as it turns out,

your ex-husband...
isn't as crazy

as you made him out to be,
Linds.

Well, clearly not
as crazy as you.

Well, if James is going to jail
for the murder of Valerie

based on the phone that
I threw in his car,

and you are going to jail

for the murder of everyone else

based on your little
hot home invasion here,

certainly, it sounds to me
like I'm more so

the war hero, and you

are the crazy one, dear.

Barrett, I did...

I did bring you coffee
one night.

But you weren't there,
you were with her.

Jamie, what are you doing here?

I f-forgot my phone
at the pool, and then, I...

Guys, go!

Go!

I don't know... I don't know
where I left it, Mom!

- Where is it?
- This way.

My ph... I think it's over here.

Go!

9-1-1, what's...

Thank you.

Okay.

Jamie, go!

At least you trusted me with
the combination and a spare key.

Go!

Mom, Mom, what're we gonna do?

Did you see what he did to Kat?

Oh, please, baby,
please, just be quiet, okay?

Look, he is not gonna hurt us,
do you understand me?

- Okay. okay.
- He's...

I really wish it didn't have

to be this way, Linds.

But you really created

quite the conflict for me
this evening.

'Cause now I have to
make it look like

it's your innocent boyfriend
who's responsible

for this whole ordeal.

Thank God.

Thank God, he's still alive!

Hey!

Jamie...

all I ever wanted was
to be your dad one day.

You will never be my father!

Barrett, you said
you wanted this?

How're you doing?

Hey...

Don't worry about me, I'm okay.

I plan on sticking
around here a while.

That is if you'll have me.

- I'll see you soon, okay?
- Okay.

Is it just me or...
am I officially responsible

for creating theworst
neighborhood watch program

in existence?

Well, it at least cleared
Dad's name.

Yeah.

Well, if it makes you
feel any better,

I heard Rita Barnes is putting
her house up for sale.

Well, if that's the case,

maybe our neighborhood
watch program

wasn't a total failure
after all.

Hmm.