Who Invited Them (2022) - full transcript

Mom? Dad?

Hello?

I can hear you.

Come on, open up.

No!

Dylan, are you okay?

Jeez.

You know what? I think I need
sexier toiletries for this bathroom.

I really do.

I think Dylan is finally
down for good.

He had a bad nightmare.



Another one?

Damn.

Poor little guy.
You know what?

I think it's just
new house jitters.

A couple days, and he
will love this place.

And so will you.

Look at this.
Baby, two sinks.

We never have to share
another one again. Come on!

- Yeah, that part I like.
- Yeah, well,

'cause we deserve this.
We've earned it, okay?

- Do we?
- Yeah.

You know, I want us to be careful
and not overextend ourselves.

- I know.
- That's how people get trapped,

like my parents when...



That black car,
it's been idling for 20 minutes.

- Oh.
- Feels like it's watching us.

What black car?

It was right there.

I think I saw it earlier, too.

Oh, no.

I don't think Dylan's the only
one with new house jitters.

Now that he's asleep,

what do you say we christen
this house, huh?

In there. Right there.

♪ Hey, man,
what's that sound? ♪

♪ Everybody's just
fooling around ♪

♪ In the clubs, on them drugs

♪ Everybody
loves messing up ♪

♪ Let me know where you are

♪ If you need
some good advice ♪

♪ You know you're far

♪ So don't be cold as ice

♪ Oh

♪ Ahh

Oh, man, I am having some
serious house FOMO right now.

How the hell did Adam
afford this place?

Must be under
a flight path or something.

Yeah. All I know is
that he got a great deal.

I got so pissed off checking
the Zillow, I almost didn't come.

At least he's not being smug
by having a party

just to rub it
in everyone's faces.

Totally.
Not a smug prick at all.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, my peeps!

If I could just have
a minute of your time.

Just a minute.
Thanks so much.

Uh, yeah, thank you guys
so much for being here.

Margo and I are so excited
to have you guys

for our little
housewarming party.

#AdamAndMargosCrib, by the way.

Uh, you know, I used to love
coming up to the hills to hike.

And I am pinching myself

that we actually
live up here now.

So... honestly, it doesn't matter

how cool the decor
or how big the pool is.

- Cringe.
- A home is only as good

as the friends who fill it.

- I mean that.
- Whoo-whoo!

Yeah.

Um, everyone here is
so special to us, so, uh...

Uh... yeah. Cheers.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

Sounds like a fun party.

Don't you want to go out there,
show off the new house?

I guess I should.

But I'm just, like, what was so
bad with our old place, you know?

God, what is wrong with me?

Oh, the oven door's sticky.
I can get it.

I got it. I got it.
Thank you.

You should go out there,
have fun.

Or else.

Okay. Okay. Thanks, Brooke.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Can we go yet?

No, we haven't
even talked to Margo.

I can't be hungover
for gun club, all right?

Besides, this crowd's
really snobby.

15 more minutes?

No, no, no, 20 minutes,

then we're out the door.

This house has
such an unusual layout.

I can't seem
to find the bathroom.

Oh, the bathroom's right here.

Oh, well, silly me.
I must be drunk.

Please, I wouldn't dream
of going first.

Okay.

Oh! Hey, my dudes.

Hey, please don't touch
the vinyl.

If you want to hear something,
I'll put it on.

Let me know, let me know.

Hey, you guys trying one
of my famous Old Fashions?

- I actually had a question about that.
- Yeah, one second.

Hey, did you guys
try the dessert?

Le Petit's? Pretty good.
Check it out.

Keep those drinks filled. Come on, we're
going all night. We're going all night.

Neil, Lily.
Hey, you guys can't leave yet.

I mean, you're practically
the guests of honor. Come on.

We have a thing in the morning.

But really great place.
Top notch.

- I'll see you Monday.
- Really lovely home.

- Thanks for having us, Alan.
- It's, uh, Adam.

You try one of
my famous Old Fashions?

They're famous!

- Let's get outta here.
- Why wake Dylan up?

The babysitter texted.
Kids are all dead asleep.

You know he's a handful.

And, plus, he's had some
really bad nightmares lately.

That's all the more reason
to let him spend the night,

and the kids love
having him there.

You sure?

He's not used to sleeping away from
home, so he might wake up again...

Relax, Mom. We'll drive
him up in the morning.

You just enjoy your night off.

- Hey, killer party!
- Hey, hope you guys had a good...

- Hey, uh, thanks for the drinks, man.
- Good night.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Let's roll, babe.

- Good night.
- Good night.

See ya.

It's okay, it's over.

Hey, why did Neil and
his wife leave so early?

I mean, do you think
people had fun?

Sure, yeah.

You're not just saying that?

You know I'm not the best judge.

Well, I mean, Kevin didn't come.

Brad Thompson didn't show up.

That was kind of
the whole point.

I thought the point
was to have fun?

You know what I mean.

Well, it was mostly
your work friends.

I didn't know half of them.

Yeah, I tried to introduce you.
I couldn't really find you.

You used to love parties.

- Did I?
- Yeah.

I just feel like I...
Like, we've barely unpacked.

And I don't even know how
to end a conversation anymore.

I mean, a lot of your friends
were here, too, you know?

Like Teeny and her
super-friendly husband.

Brooke the cook.

- That super slick couple.
- Who?

You know, that couple. That guy
was wearing, like, a really cool suit

and she was wearing a dress
that looked like jammies.

Wait, that couple that looked like
they were going to a sexy funeral?

- Yeah, that's the one.
- They're your friends.

No, I don't know them.

- Are you sure you don't know them?
- No, I do not know them.

Didn't you talk to them?

No, I didn't get a chance to.

Maybe they came
with someone else.

Yeah, maybe.

I mean, pretty rude
to bring another couple

to a super curated gathering
and not introduce them, but...

Yeah, it's really weird.
Where's the cheese knife?

So random.

Who invited them?

- Fuck!
- Whoa.

Easy there.
I'm sorry, I was just...

- I didn't mean to scare you.
- Hey, hey. What the hell?

- I come in peace. I come in peace.
- What is going on?

I gave our hosts a little scare.

It seems like we lost
track of time in the toilet.

Oh, my God. Um, are we...

- We're the only ones left?
- Bingo.

Yeah, what the hell were
you guys doing in there?

Uh, that... that's our cue.

Exit stage left.

Thank you guys for a great time.

A thousand pardons
about the scare, so...

- Good night. Thank you.
- So sorry.

What the fuck?

Just... hold on.

You know what?
I have to ask.

- Adam.
- Who invited you?

Oh. I find myself in
the unenviable position

of having to apologize
twice in just minutes.

We weren't actually invited
in a formal sense.

Or the informal sense.

- What?
- Okay, well,

all the more reason
for you to leave.

- Yeah.
- Bye, guys.

One of your guests
was blocking our car.

Yep, we're the neighbors.
I'm Tom. This is Sasha.

- Hi.
- Welcome to the neighborhood.

Wait, the neighbors?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, someone's Prius
ran over two of our lawn lights

and was blocking our driveway.

So we came over here with a
head full of steam to complain...

- Mostly me.
- And then...

Well, you have
really nice friends

and you make
a mean Old Fashioned.

And your play list?

Chef's kiss. I mean,
some serious deep cuts.

That Radio head song? I don't
think I've ever heard that song before.

Oh, it's actually
an old DJ Shadow remix

- off a limited picture disk pressing from Japan.
- Unh-uh.

- No, not right now.
- Sorry.

You know, I know
we sound like lunatics.

We came over here
just for a drink as a lark,

and then, you know, well,
one thing led to the next

and we really should have
introduced ourselves right off.

- It's my fault.
- Gee, you think?

Oh, hey, so,
you live next door, huh?

The big mid-century?
Fucking love that house, man.

Oh, good. I mean, please come
over any time. God knows we owe you.

Yeah, I'm actually having a launch
party for my jewelry line next month.

And we're gonna
probably tent the yard

and I'm gonna have my
favorite sushi restaurant cater.

- So, please come.
- Yeah, and the best part is,

you can get as drunk as you
want and just stumble back home.

- We're so close.
- Yeah.

Anyways, we're really sorry
for making this weird.

- I guess we're a little too old for party crashing.
- We are.

Oh, come on, bro. I give
you mad props. Right here.

Yeah, like we haven't
crashed a party. Please.

Yeah, yeah.
Bro, we haven't.

- Oh, I have. Years ago, but...
- He hasn't.

Can we hit the reset button?

- We're kinda wired.
- Yeah.

Can we invite you guys
over for a nightcap?

Oh, that's a great idea.
- Yeah?

- Although our place is such a mess.
- Oh.

We're remodeling.
We're doing some work.

Too bad.

Um, yeah, that is so tempting,

but we are gonna rain check.

Yeah, there's actually no reason
for us to go over there...

- Yeah, exactly.
- ...when we have everything right here.

- Adam.
- Everything.

I mean, we don't want to
intrude. It's up to... I mean...

Nightcap?

- Come on. Let's do it.
- Sure, yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

God, I hate the Hills.

Who were those
hipster tight-asses?

There was this one
younger couple, very stylish.

Yeah, that's their crowd now.
No skin off my nose.

I think I caught the guy
snooping or something.

Something was off.

He gave me the strangest look.

- Oh!
- Fuck!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Tell me that
wasn't an animal, Frank.

Frank, tell me
that wasn't an animal.

It wasn't an animal.

Stay here.

Relax, babe, okay?
It was nothing.

It was just a branch.

What are you talking about?
We hit something.

Yeah, I'm telling you,
there was nothing in the road.

Well, what if it slunked off
the road and it's in pain now?

Okay, it was a branch.

There's branches flying around.
End of story.

Fucking hate the Hills.

Need some help, doctor?

Hey, so, uh, you have fun?

The party was a good time?

- Yeah! Fun little crowd.
- Yeah, okay. Cool.

- Just nice to step outside my bubble, for a change.
- Totally.

Uh, what is your bubble?

Oh, you know, other VCs,
CEOs, entrepreneurs.

You know, total pricks. Yeah.

Well, I wish there were a few
more total pricks here tonight.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, I... I don't want to bore you.

- No, try me.
- So, I invited my boss to sell him on expanding.

Our firm is missing
so many opportunities

by not beefing up
our online content.

- Mm.
- It's like we farm out so much ad work

that it keeps us from competing
with the big boys. Very frustrating.

You ever think about
launching your own company?

Only every day.

- I may have some people to introduce you to.
- Wait, really?

Yeah, but let's not ruin
our drinks with business.

- No, I didn't mean to...
- That's what the golf course is for.

- Yeah.
- You play?

- Oh, yeah.
- Good. You can teach me.

I just spent a fortune to join the
big new club and I totally suck.

Great. That'd be fun.

Oh, sexy couple.

- That was before I got pregnant.
- Oh, okay.

If I knew I was saying goodbye
to vacations and my hips,

I would've taken more photos.

Oh, you're selling
yourself short.

But I know exactly
what you mean.

I remind Jean Pierre
of that all the time.

Does that make me horrible?

You're so young.
You have a child?

Yeah, I do.
He's... he's six already.

- That's Dylan's age. Yeah.
- Really?

JP's actually doing a
language immersion program.

It's a spring break program.
He's in Montreal.

So he's actually
visiting his grandmother,

- but very independent kid.
- Yeah, of course. At six.

- Yeah.
- Wow, you two,

- you really have it all.
- Oh, my God, no!

- No, it's an act. I swear.
- Oh. Oh, come on.

Most married couples I know don't
attack each other in the bathroom.

- Oh.
- Or do they? I'm so sorry.

- I don't even know anymore.
- No, no, no. We weren't doing that.

It's fine. You don't need to
say that to make me feel better.

No, really.
It's embarrassing, actually.

We were just doing a
little coke. It's so '80s.

- Oh. In my house.
- I know. Don't judge me.

- Wow.
- I'm so sorry.

Yeah, no. No, no, no.
It is totally fine.

Yeah, I did my share
way back when.

- Okay. Yeah, no, it's gross.
- It's so gross.

- And silly. Yeah.
- And it is so silly.

Do you have any left?

Whoa! While the cat's away,

the mice will break out
the booger sugar.

- Margo, what the fuck?
- It's one line.

Well, yeah, but...
Nothing against you guys,

you know, or Colombian exports,

it's just I know how she gets.

How I get?

He has no idea how I get.

Well, I think we're all
about to find out.

Sasha, don't be a troublemaker.

She's a confirmed troublemaker.
Total maniac.

I am the voice of reason
compared to this one.

Okay, we actually...
We trade off,

like good cop, bad cop.

That's the key
to a successful marriage.

Tonight, I'm the maniac.

Yeah.

Hey, fine with me.

I've been trying to get you
out of your shell

the whole night, so have at it.

Well, on that note,
can I put on a little music?

Yeah. A couple notes
about the music.

Oh, yeah, Adam doesn't like
anyone touching his wax.

Ooh, I'm sorry.
Is this... is this all right?

No, that rule is for Dylan,
our son, and most people.

Yep, and including me.

Hey, pick a good one, bud.
Pick a goodie.

Famous last words.
Okay, I am getting warmer.

Pressure's on, Tom.
I want to dance.

I know you do, baby.
Uh, okay, I'm getting...

Adam, wow. Just some
top-notch stuff here.

Just an embarrassment of riches.

Okay, I'm getting warm... ugh.

Warmer, and...

I think we have a winner.

- Oh!
- Good one.

- Yeah, that's...
- Let's dance.

Getting a little loud. Maybe I'll
turn it down for the neighbors.

Ah, fuck that.

We are the neighbors!

Yeah!

No!

- Well?
- Not good.

Dylan had a nightmare
and wet himself.

Something about Mommy and Daddy
getting all cut up.

Jesus.

Well, his mom did say
he was a little weirdo.

Yeah, he wants his pookie.

- His what?
- It's his stuffed monkey.

Maybe we should just
bring him back.

No, no, no.
This is a sleepover.

The kids would be
so disappointed.

Okay, so text Margo.
Have her bring it down.

I'm sure she's still
cleaning or whatever.

Well, I did
and she didn't answer.

I need Pookie.

- Oh, my God.
- Jesus.

I can't sleep without him.

Oh, okay, honey.

Well, I'll be out there
in a sec, okay?

I'm just gonna go get it.

- No, I'll go.
- No, I'm already up.

Back in a flash.

A longer barrel
means less recoil

but more propellant
for your bullet,

as well as a higher
muzzle velocity.

- This is so much fun!
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Oh, this is way more fun
than the party.

Well, that's why we moved, baby.
Higher caliber of people.

Adam! Eww! Oh, my God.

Wait. Are we the more
higher caliber people?

Hey, we'll take it.
We're flattered.

Tom fancies himself, like,
the mayor of the Hills, okay?

He'll introduce you to everyone.

Oh, my God, I love this song.

Such a great tune.

♪ I've been living
life so long ♪

♪ I know there's
nothing wrong with this ♪

♪ Come on, break my heart

♪ Break my heart

♪ Well, let's say

♪ This evil little world

♪ Break my heart

♪ Break my... break my...
Break my... ♪

Adam.

Oh, got it. Sorry.

What? How is this
skipping right now?

I take such good care of it.

It's okay.
I'll get you a new one.

Yeah, fat chance.
Limited press.

I said I'll get you a new one.

You know what I'd love
right now?

A cigarette. Oh!

Smoking? Really? Again?
Wow, who are you?

Well, I hate to trigger
an international incident,

- but I do happen to have one left.
- Oh!

Me! Me, me.

And you'd be doing my health a
great service by splitting it with me.

Don't hate me.

- I hope I'm not being a bad influence.
- Don't mind Adam.

In front of people, he likes
to put me in the Mommy box.

Oh, my God.
Yeah, Tom did that once.

He asked me what I was making
for lunch in front of his mother.

- Oh.
- So I walked out the front door,

bought a motorcycle, and I let
my jujitsu teacher go down on me.

- You did that?
- Yeah.

That is amazing.

You have strong hands.

Hard tips.

Piano?

- Guitar.
- Oh.

Play me something.

Yeah, down here, we're gonna
make this a home gym.

- Mm.
- Kinda sweet.

And down that away, home office.

Wow, this... this is
a great little house.

- Ah.
- Work must not be as dire as you make it sound.

We got a good deal.
Some might even say a steal.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, 'cause of the history of the house.

- History?
- Wait. You don't know?

- No, what history?
- I mean, it happened so long ago.

Um, and, you know, our realtor
didn't have to legally disclose it to us,

but it still pops up on some
of those morbid websites

- every once in a while, so...
- Do tell.

- But if I have nightmares, I'm blaming you.
- All right.

So, basically this family lived
here like 15, 20 years ago.

Picture-perfect family.
The husband owned a restaurant.

The wife was like an artist
or something. They had twins.

- Gross. Twins gross me out.
- Same.

So, this couple
fought all the time.

Like, really ugly fighting
for years. Violent.

The whole neighborhood
knew about it,

but nobody could say
anything because it's like,

"Oh, upscale neighborhood.
What do we say?" Right?

But, um, eventually
it escalated pretty bad.

And, uh, yeah,
he slit her throat

and she shot him in the face.

Jesus.

Or maybe it was
the other way around.

She slit his throat

and he shot her in the face.

Whoa.

The worst part is...
The worst part?

- Yeah?
- The kids never called the police.

I mean, obviously
they're traumatized.

You know, years
of deranged parents

and then this, obviously.

But, yeah, the girls
just left them there

for weeks just like that.

Or maybe they were boys.
Doesn't matter.

Ugh. Can you imagine that?

Like, "Hey, Ma,
what's for dinner?

- Oh, that's right, your face is blown off."
- No. Dude.

But eventually the gardener smelled
something and called the police.

Uh, yeah, blood everywhere,
bodies were decaying.

I cannot believe you have
not heard this story. It's crazy.

You know what? The important
thing is you swept in and made a killing.

- Well...
- You're cutthroat, Adam.

I like that.

Hey, um, maybe don't
mention anything to Margo.

Wait, Margo doesn't know?

No, I... I told her.
I told her.

I just said that, like,
an older couple died here

a long time ago,
and that's kinda it.

Yeah, hey, well,
people have to die somewhere.

- Right?
- Thank you. Yes, I love that.

Hey, I wish someone got
blown away in my house.

- Gives this place some character.
- Yeah, thanks, man.

You, sir, scored a piece of pie

in one of the best zips
in the city.

- Margo must be psyched.
- That's just it.

She feels like
moving up here is showing off

and we're in over our heads.

That's the American way.

- Right?
- Yeah.

I mean, somewhere
along the line,

aspirations
became bougie to her.

Or at least mine did.

Like tonight, I invite Neal

and all the founders
of the company,

and she's in the kitchen
hiding the whole night.

Wow. That really chafes me.

- I'm not overreacting?
- Au contraire.

You know, I mean, I can relate.

- Sasha? Yeah.
- God, no.

Sasha is the wind
beneath my wings.

If it wasn't for her,
I wouldn't have had the balls

to launch my first company.

She's my secret weapon.

Wow. Man, must be nice.

Yeah, you know,

sometimes when
one half of the couple

is dissatisfied with their
decisions or choices,

they don't want the other half
flying too close to the sun.

Totally.
No, I get that. Yeah.

No, don't get me wrong. I'm not
saying that that's the case here.

But what does, uh, Margo?
Margo do again?

- Margo? Oh, great mom. Great mom.
- Yeah.

She used to make music, but now she
manages her friend Teeny's thrift shop.

All right.

What would you do
if you were in my situation?

Honestly?

Get out of town for a romantic
weekend, just the two of you.

Sit her down to have
a heart-to-heart.

And just kill her.

- Oh, my God.
- Your face on that.

Dude, you are dark.
You're a dark mofo.

I like going there sometimes.

Whoa! Come on. Come
over here. Let me show you.

Oh, bravo. That was so good.

You are too kind, really.
Too kind.

No, you're... you're
amazing. You should perform.

I used to have a band.

- You did?
- Yeah.

- Oh!
- It was a long time ago.

I smell a reunion tour.

I do not think that is possible.

- Why?
- No. Feedlot is dead.

- Wait, you were in Feedlot?
- Shut up.

Oh, my God.
I remember you. I saw you.

Yes, it was you and some,
like, sexy guy

in skinny pants
playing some heavy shit.

I saw you with Beck
at a festival, yeah.

We just opened
with about 30 other bands.

That is so cool
that you actually remember.

Oh, yeah. No, I remember.
It was a really good set.

- I remember dancing.
- Yeah?

You have already made
my night, that is for sure.

You should play my party.

- Mm-mm.
- Yeah, reunion set.

There's gonna be
industry people there.

You are so sweet, but, no.

Call Mr. Sexy pants right now.

I haven't talked to Mr. Sexy...

Sebastian in years.

Aside from being
a prima Donna coke head,

he is also my ex.

Well, he sounds like a blast.

Kind of a sore subject for Adam.

- Why?
- Well, like you said,

- Sebastian's pretty hot.
- Oh, jeez. Really?

Adam... come on, Adam needs to...

- What?
- Nothing.

What? What, what?
I can take it.

Adam needs to chill out?
Adam needs to...

He needs to take his boot
off your fucking throat.

That is not okay.

I'm sorry, if Tom pulled
that shit, I'd break his nose.

- Okay.
- Come on, call him.

- Now?
- Call him.

Oh, my God. No. No, no.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Call him right now.

I don't even think
that I have his number.

No.

It's... stop.

- S-E-B...
- Give me that.

- Come on. I am not kidding.
- Bingo.

Give that back. Seriously.

Oh, my God, Sebastian.

- It's ringing.
- What?

- Hello?
- No.

No. Oh, my God.
What the fuck?

- Answer it. Answer it now.
- Hello?

- Say, "What are you wearing"?
- Margs? That you?

Hey. Hi!
Hey, it's... it's me.

Um, I'm surprised you still
have my number in your phone.

I'm surprised you're calling me
in the middle of the night.

- Oh, my God.
- I am so sorry. Yeah, um...

Pleasantly surprised.
It's been far too long.

I have to admit,

- I was having some drinks...
- Mm-hmm.

...and I was listening
to some of our old stuff.

- Are you still playing?
- Here and there.

It's good to hear your voice.
Really good.

Is it a... is it a crazy idea
for us to get together

and maybe tinker around
professionally?

Of course, I'd really love that.

Professionally.

So, here we go.
Yeah, well, it's still

a work in progress,
but, you know...

Ah, where all the magic happens.

Ah, this?

- This is perfect.
- Aw, thanks, man.

Hey, should we go find where
the ladies disappeared to?

Oh, let them do their thing. I can
tell they're becoming fast friends.

Yeah, well, you know, Margo
can be a tough nut to crack, so...

- Well, Sasha's specialty.
- That's so cool.

- Tonight may get interesting.
- Love it.

What do you mean?

Welcome to the Hills.

We share more than
just cups of sugar.

- Uh...
- You opposed to them having a little fun together?

Of course, they have to
pay the husband tax.

Right. Uh, what is
the husband tax again?

Uh, you know, get us in the mix.

Right, no, I... you know what?
I don't think that we are...

Ah, I get it, I get it.

You want to be the only meat in
the sandwich. You selfish little prick.

No, that's not what I said.

Yeah, but it's
what you meant, right?

Come on, I saw the way you were
eye-fucking her earlier.

Nope, I wouldn't... no, I
was not eye-fucking anything.

- Was I?
- Yeah.

- Dude, I am so sorry.
- Ah, busted.

- It's okay. Have at it, buddy.
- What?

Yeah, my way of saying
welcome to the neighborhood.

Oh.

No, I... I couldn't do...
Wait, like, really?

Yeah!
I'll just, you know, watch.

Well, I'm allowed
at least that, aren't I?

Uh, yeah, if that's
what you would like.

Hey, hey, listen. As long
as you don't leave any marks,

you can do whatever you want.
Nothing is off-limits.

But whatever you do,
don't hold back.

Sasha is like a bear
when she smells fear.

You and your girl
down for being tied up?

Tied up? I don't know.
Maybe, um... like, tight?

I'll double check with Sasha.

You get the green light
from Margo.

- Okay, yeah, I mean, I think we...
- Hey, you.

Hey! Hey, baby!
Here you are.

As we were walking
past Dylan's room,

I saw you-know-who
got out of his cage again.

- Oh, fucking Nibbles.
- We need to look for him.

This stupid hamster gets
out of its cage once a week.

It's either in my shoe, it's in
the hamper, it's... you know what?

Don't be a party pooper.
We can look for him later.

- We're having fun, yeah.
- Okay.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

- Wait, what is it?
- Oh, my God, are they...

- What happened? Everything okay?
- What?

Jesus, is that a strap-on?

- What?
- They're getting kinda rough.

- Which house? Which one?
- Oh, shit, he's strangling her.

- Oh.
- What?

She's not... she's turning,
like, blue, I think.

- Someone call 9-1-1.
- What?

- Do you have your phone?
- No, I don't have it.

- Do you have a phone on you?
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, my God, they're
still fucking though.

- What? How do you...
- They're still...

- Oh.
- Is it... is it a joke?

Oh, my God! That was crazy!

- I thought it was real.
- That was good.

You better not use these
to peep on us, you perverts.

- No! No.
- No, my... no, we'd never.

At least not without
telling us first.

- Right.
- Right, yeah.

Time for another round?

- Yeah!
- Let's do it.

All right, let's go.

Oh, my God.
That was crazy.

- Did you fall for it?
- I did.

I was like, "What the...
And they're still fucking?"

- I didn't know.
- Oh, my...

Thank goodness.

Damn it.

Okay.

And so when you guys met,
you just knew.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- You knew? We were like that.

- Yeah.
- Hey, hey, look at these gals getting all warm and cozy.

I love it.
Love to see it.

So, um, I found a band
for our party.

- Oh, nice.
- I don't know if now is the best...

The grand reunion of,
drumroll, please...

Oh.

- Feedlot.
- Nice.

- This sounds cool.
- That sounds very, very cool.

Gonna be a weird reunion
without what's his butt.

Well, I called him.
Don't get weird.

What do you mean,
you called him?

It was 10 years ago.
You can't still be jealous.

I'm definitely not jealous.

I'm just wondering... like, you
just called him out of the blue?

- "Hey."
- Yeah, he as up and totally game.

Of course he was game. He
probably thought it was a booty call.

This guy is the king
of the assholes, by the way.

- I've done a lot to spare your feelings.
- Mm-hmm.

- Why can't I do something?
- You've done a lot?

Margo, where's this coming from?

I don't think it's a lot to ask

for you to be
a little supportive.

- Mm.
- Me?

- Yeah.
- Me?

Do you know how important
tonight was for me?

Yeah, yeah.
#AdamAndMargosCrib.

- I got it.
- Did you even talk to Neal or his wife at all?

- Did you even try?
- Yeah, Neal fucking sucks.

Neal's the kind of guy who says,

"I'd hug you but I don't want
to get in trouble,"

every time you see him.

Yeah, he's a little old-school,
I'll give you that,

but you can't stomach
my boss for two minutes?

No, it's you around him
that I can't stomach.

You act like such
a fucking kiss-ass,

and it grosses me the fuck out.

Wow.

I'm so sorry.

- No don't apologize.
- No, let it out.

- I... no.
- Put it all on the table.

Guys, it's fine. It's all
right. We're not fighters, so...

- No, we're not.
- Maybe that's the problem.

Sasha and I have
this technique we like to use

to help resolve arguments.

We learned it
at a retreat in Norway.

Actually, can...

- It's good.
- So, uh, yeah, stand up.

- Drink down.
- Okay.

Um, don't judge it,

but you're both
going to take turns

hitting each other
on the shoulder.

- That's it?
- Yeah.

- Oh. Uh, the punching game?
- No.

No, there's
a therapeutic term for it.

It's something in German.
It's on the tip of my tongue.

The punching game. Yeah,
played that in middle school,

- like, a lot.
- No, it's actually from the same school

as primal scream therapy,
if you guys have heard of it.

- Or...
- Okay, hate to say this to you guys,

but I think you should get your
money back from that retreat.

We're not gonna...
We're not gonna play that game.

Why not?

Why not? Oh, because
it's ridiculous, for one.

And, oh, I don't know, kind of like
domestic abuse or something like that.

- I could seriously hurt you.
- Mm-hmm.

Good girl.

- Yes.
- Okay.

- I actually feel better.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, you do.
- Good, good.

I'm so happy for you.
That's great.

Now you. You do her.

- It's your turn.
- Yeah, yeah, come on.

- Seriously?
- Do me, Adam.

Guys, this is literally
the dumbest thing... okay.

Here comes. You ready?

- Ow, what the fuck?
- What? Did I do it wrong?

- No, that was perfect.
- No, that was...

That was good.
It was the best one.

No, that was great.

You actually hit me
and I joke hit you.

Yeah, and that's your problem.

You know what? You gotta
make it count to make it work.

- Yeah.
- Guys, why are we doing this?

Okay, it's because Adam has
never been in a fight in his life.

- Don't... can you not?
- There was this one time where this guy

spilled a whole bucket
of buttered popcorn on us

at the movies and blamed it
on Adam, called him a dipshit,

and Adam didn't
do one fucking thing.

Oh, fuck! God damn it.

You know what?
I'm done, I'm done.

I won.

Well, you didn't win.

Technically, she does win
because you called "uncle."

Yeah, so you lost.
You're the worst.

No, no, no. No.

I could play this game
all night long, okay?

But I'm choosing not to
because it's not fun or therapeutic.

- Because...
- I'm putting my foot down.

Oh, yeah, you put your foot
down. Thank you so much.

Yeah, you still lost
'cause I won.

You didn't...
Okay, you know what?

- You wanna do it? Let's do it.
- Yeah.

Please... please
don't cry to me tomorrow

when you have a big fat
fucking bruise, okay?

Oh, don't hurt yourself,
slugger.

Here we go, buddy.
Big daddy's up to bat.

And he's angry.

Ow, fuck!
God damn it. You moved!

Of course I moved!

You were aiming
for my fucking face?

What? No, I wasn't.

I slipped a little bit,
all right?

I was faking you out.

Like I would actually
hit my wife.

Yeah, I didn't think that
until ten seconds ago.

God damn it.
Great, now I'm bleeding.

Oh, God, it's supposed to end
with you problem-solving

with your partner on how to
minimize each other's pain.

Although I do feel like
there might've been

some potentially
major breakthroughs.

- I do, too.
- Oh, God, I just...

I hate the sight of blood.

- Yeah, well, it's mine.
- Okay, I'm just...

I'm gonna need a sip
before I bandage you up.

- Thanks.
- Fuck.

- Yeah.
- Gosh damn it.

Oh, my God.

Is that Nibbles?

- How the fuck did get...
- Oh, my God!

He was in my fucking mouth!

- It's all right.
- What the fuck?

Poor little fella
must've gotten thirsty.

- Oh, my God.
- That was Dylan's hamster?

- Was, yeah.
- Uh-oh.

- Hey, you all right?
- Do not fucking touch me!

Ow.

Can you be careful, please?

He was in my mouth.

Dylan is gonna be devastated.

Well, I told you
he wasn't ready for a pet.

I told you we needed
to look for him.

I said we should get a turtle.
You remember that?

So it would outlive us all.

A dead hamster was in my mouth.
Do you remember that?

Yeah, it was really gross.

Ow, damn. Just... God!

Look, don't be such
a goddamn baby.

Ah!

You got it, babe.

Hey, how's the paw, Raging Bull?

You know, I have a private
doctor if you need one.

He does house visits
if we need him to.

Aw, no,
it's actually not that bad.

- I'm good. Thank you.
- Well, we just tidied up a little bit

and kinda freshened up
everyone's drinks

'cause we figured
you'd need it after that.

Oh, you know what?
Honestly, I'm beat.

I think I'm close
to my limit, so...

Yeah, we don't need
anymore injuries tonight.

- Yeah.
- Amen to that.

Hey, well, the bright side is

you guys have
a very colorful story

to tell at your next party.

- Oof, that is for sure.
- The important thing

is not to let what happened
ruin our nice evening.

Nibbles wouldn't
have wanted that.

Yeah, in fact,
let's put our heads together

and think of a creative way
to relieve some of this tension.

You know, lift the cloud,
get some endorphins pumping.

- What do you mean?
- I mean there's strength in numbers.

I mean, what better way
to get out of aggression?

Sasha and I
always find it cathartic.

Yeah, highly cathartic.

Plus, whiskey makes me,

um, well, horny.

Oh.

- What is he talking about?
- Hmm? Uh...

Oh, I thought... you didn't
tell her in the bathroom?

- Sorry.
- Uh-oh.

What's everyone talking about?

Nothing. Nothing.

Exactly. Nothing, nada.

- Adam?
- Adam?

Adam.

Yeah, we were just talking about
having, like, a little, um...

- Like, a sex thing.
- With who?

- When?
- No, no, no.

No, this was just silly,
dumb guy talk, okay?

- This was not...
- Oh, like a foursome?

No. God, no. No.

Like, a threesome,
but Tom was gonna watch.

- Ew.
- Well, I'm playing it by ear.

- I may tag in at some point.
- I love it when you tag in.

- I know you do, baby.
- This is bullshit.

I think that we all just need
something to soak up the alcohol with.

Yeah, I think we got some
finger foods left over.

I'm gonna go help out with that.

Excuse me. Hey.

Huh.

A foursome? Really?

No. Threesome, okay?

And I was just hearing him out.

Okay, I didn't want Tom to,
like, think I was lame.

Oh, my God, Adam,
listen to yourself.

Trust me, I do not want to be one
of those sexy type swinger couples.

- I don't.
- And I don't wanna be one of those couples that fights

in front of other
couples either. No.

- Those couples are the worst.
- Yes.

We're not one of those couples. Thank you.
- No, definitely not.

I'm really sorry, okay?

I should've looked
for the hamster,

and I was just...
I was being a little bitch.

No, I was pushing your buttons,
and you are a little bitch.

Yeah.

I love you
even when you are an asshole.

And I love you even when
I'm being an asshole.

- It's been a long night.
- Yeah.

I think we're both
a little drunk.

- Little bit.
- And tired.

- And in my case high.
- Hey!

Everything okay
in there, lovebirds?

Hey, let me know
if you need a referee.

Uh, yeah. No, everything's
good! Thank you!

Oh, wow. Hey, look at all
your old school board games.

- Who's down for some trivia?
- Tom and Sasha are great.

Oh, they're so great.
Love them.

But can't we just go to bed?

I was thinking
the exact same thing.

Thank you.
They have so much energy.

I haven't been up this late
in ten years.

No.

Can we just tell them
we're tired?

Yes, definitely.

We're not gonna
seem lame, right?

Doesn't matter. Who cares?

Nothing about this
looks familiar.

Yeah, that is not it.

Fuck.

Which way, which way, which way?

Frank?

Oh, my God. Come on.

Hello? Hello?

This is stupid.

This fucking reception.

Hey.

There they are.
Now where were we?

God. Oh, Outburst.

Yeah, I haven't played
this game in years.

It's such a throwback.

Uh, so we were just talking,
and, um, oof,

looks like it's time
to hit the old hay.

Yeah. I was saying, I haven't
been up this late in ages.

- Yeah.
- Oh, really? Is it that late?

Mm. We get it.
We can take a hint.

You guys want some more blow.
Sasha?

Oh, yeah. I have more.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

That is okay. Yeah.
We really are just pooped.

Yeah, maybe just a little
out of practice, you know?

- I'm beat on my feet.
- Totally. We should get going.

- Yeah.
- Last call it is.

Obviously, you guys mean after
we finish our drinks, right?

Of course.
They're not savages.

Yeah, bad luck to leave
a house with a full drink.

- Well, actually...
- What happened to the finger foods?

Yeah, totally.
I could nibble on something.

- Rest in peace.
- Those glazed dates.

- And the scallop wraps.
- The pizza.

- We didn't have any pizza.
- Are you sure?

Then we should order some.
Do you guys know Primos?

- Mmm, Primos! We love Primos.
- Yeah.

You guys will love Primos.
They're on Uber Eats.

Look, I know we've all had
a lot to drink tonight, so...

You guys might've,
but we're still catching up.

Mm-hmm. Is everyone good

with a large half cheese,
half sausage?

- Good for me.
- Tom.

- What, pepperoni?
- We're going to bed.

I think it's time
for everyone to go.

Trust me, buddy, you're gonna
want something in your belly.

You're gonna appreciate it
in the morning.

Okay, well, we really
just wanna go to bed.

- Alone.
- Yeah.

I think there are sour grapes
about the sex stuff.

Agree. I think we're all a
little frustrated right now.

Do you guys think that you're taking
out your lack of communication on us?

What? No. We communicate
just fine, thank you.

- I'm not too sure about that.
- Really?

Is that why your wife
doesn't know

why you got such
a sweet deal on this house?

What deal? On this house?

Does this have something to do
with the couple that died here?

Yeah, maybe just
a little bit more than that.

You know,
it was so long ago, okay?

But every house has a story,

and I just didn't want you
to have nightmares.

Well, now you have to tell me.

- What happened?
- Me and my big mouth.

Strike two. I'm just
gonna stay out of this one.

It was just a little
domestic murder situation.

- What?
- It wasn't, like,

a home invasion
or anything, okay?

It was an inside job.

This very unhappy couple

committed sort of
a double homicide

- in front of their kids.
- What?

But the whole house
has been redone.

New fixtures, everything.

Okay? This happened
so, so long ago.

Yeah, it wasn't that long ago.

Dude, why do you have
to exacerbate everything?

Is this why I feel like people
drive by the house sometimes?

Like, I feel like
I'm being watched?

Like, this is a murder house?

Oh, relax, it's not like
it's the Manson house.

- But how cool would that be?
- That would be amazing. I would die.

I mean, big whoop, okay? I hadn't
even heard about it before tonight.

- You hadn't? Oh, I had.
- Mm-mm.

Yeah, the creepy part is
that the police said the bodies

were, like, tampered with.

Hold it. What?

Yeah, you have to deep dive
into blogs for that info

'cause it's way too disturbing
for family newspapers.

- I love murder stuff.
- What do you mean tampered with?

- Oh, God, I don't wanna know.
- Nope, she's right.

I don't wanna know either.
Never mind.

No, tampered with, like...

Like, altered or,
like, fiddled with.

Like, fucked with.

- By the kids?
- Yeah.

- Ew.
- I think the exact word

they used was "defiled,"
but I can send you guys a link

if you want to read
more about it. No.

I cannot hear any more
about this. I understand.

- No wonder Dylan is having nightmares.
- I know.

Yeah, we'll discuss
this later. Yeah.

- Uh, you two need to go.
- Now.

You see what he's doing here?

He's changing the subject.

That's clever,
but I hate when you do that.

You know what? I'm too
afraid to go outside right now.

Sasha, hold me.

Okay, we're calling the police.

What?

- Shit.
- Adam, don't be a wet blanket.

It's your own fault for making
such a good cocktail.

- So good.
- Margo, let me see your phone.

Um, where the hell is it?

I think you had it last in the garage
when we called Mr. Skinny Pants.

- I'm sure you'll find it in the morning.
- And no land line?

You know, it's crazy
how dependent all of us are

- on technology these days.
- Yeah.

Enough joking around.

I'm giving you guys
to the count of ten

to walk out that door.

Whoa! What is this,
the wild west?

Ten.

Oh, my God. He's serious.

Do you understand
what's happening here?

- 'Cause I don't.
- Nine.

- Adam.
- Are we being unreasonable?

I think he just really doesn't
want us to finish our drinks.

- Yeah.
- Eight, seven.

See, the thing
about ultimatums, Adam,

is you never wanna make one
unless you have a plan.

That's negotiating 101.

Otherwise you back yourself up
into a corner,

and that's
when bad things happen.

Six.

Right over here, guys.

- Come on.
- Wow.

Out you go.

Is this how you treat
your new golf partner?

Finally showing
your true colors, Adam.

You know, I don't think
I'll be scheduling drinks

with my business contacts now,
that's for sure.

Tom, I'm sad. I thought we
had some fun new neighbors.

You know, Margo, maybe it's
best you don't play our party after all.

- Six.
- You said that already.

I mean, five.

Maybe just let them finish
their goddamn drinks.

- The suspense is killing me.
- I know. Tell me about it.

Four.

Rutabaga.

Well, I'm nothing
if not a man of my word.

- We are done with our...
- Three.

- Oh, my God!
- Fuck.

Jesus. Tom, are you okay?

We had three more seconds, Adam.

We put our drinks down.
He said we were gonna go.

You're gonna go?
Then why don't you go now?

You know why?
'Cause I'll do it again.

I'll knock
your fucking teeth out.

I know you're not the neighbors.

I fucking hate the Hills.

How did I even get this lost?

I don't even know why

the car's beeping at me.

I didn't do anything!

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Right here.

"We realize you're new, but
this is a quiet neighborhood.

Please keep the noise down.

Next time,
we will call the police."

Mm-hmm.
Read the letterhead.

- Bob and Annie Talbot.
- Mm-hmm.

855 Kodak Drive.

- Okay.
- We know you're not the fucking neighbors,

- so who the fuck are you?
- We don't care.

We just need you
to leave right now.

- There's been a mistake.
- I don't wanna hear it.

- We're the other neighbors.
- What?

Just down the street.

- Bullshit. Bullshit.
- No.

No, you said
you lived next door,

and I pointed in that
direction, and you did too.

Next door is
an expression, Margo.

I said the big mid-century,
right?

- I said the beautiful house.
- Our house is beautiful,

and technically
it is mid-century,

but it's also California ranch.

They have been gas lighting us
all night.

Yeah, what's
the house number, guys, huh?

For Christ's sakes, we're
not gonna be grilled about this.

You wanna beat us to death?
Have at it.

859.

Go check it out.

859, black door.

Wind chimes.

You happy?

- My God.
- I know.

It checks out.
What?

It checks out.

Oh, my God, um...

I don't even know what to say.
I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God.

You guys,
it's been such a long night.

And I honestly feel,
like, a little cokey still.

Yeah, how's your head, man?

Do you need a little
something for that?

It's not too bad. I mean, we
got lucky. I just need to clean it.

I'm so sorry, but why the hell
didn't you guys just leave?

We were just goofing off.

I didn't realize
I was gonna be attacked.

- I guess we may have taken it a little too far.
- It's a game we play.

It's like a little initiation
into the neighborhood.

Yeah, to see if we can get the
new neighbors to stay up till dawn.

The Talbots did it to us
when we moved in.

- Why didn't you just say that?
- Well, what fun is that?

Tom, I'm really, really sorry
about the whole bottle thing.

You should be.

One more drink
and we'll call it even.

- Kidding.
- Oh.

Right, of course. Yeah.

Well?

Rutabaga.

Hey, thanks again for...

For just such a crazy night,
you know.

And, um, we, uh...

Oh, man. Heh.

Just, we really
like you guys, so...

We like you guys, too.

If we didn't, you'd know.

- All right.
- Good night.

Oh, man.

- Let's just make sure they get in.
- Oh, yeah.

Is that a mid-century?

It's a California ranch.

Mid-century adjacent.

Right.

Are they having trouble
with their key?

It looks like they're in.

All right.

Did we just make
total assholes of ourselves?

No?

I don't know. Maybe.

I mean, they were being
super fun and friendly

and I smashed a bottle
on his head.

- That is true.
- Yeah, so,

I was a total asshole.

Great. Well,
there goes my golf invite.

Sometimes it's good
to be an asshole.

- And it was kinda hot.
- Oh, okay.

Let's go to bed.

Yeah, I'll get a broom
for the glass.

What?

I think Sasha left her earring.

- Oh, I'll go drop it off.
- Now?

I mean, yeah,
it looks expensive.

They're gonna be looking
for it and stuff, so...

You're not gonna
apologize again, are you?

- No.
- Do not apologize again.

No way. No way.

- Fuck golf.
- Yeah, fuck golf.

- Okay.
- Okay, I'll just put it in the mailbox.

A little late for selling
Girl Scout cookies, isn't it?

Sasha dropped her earring,
so I brought it by.

Oh, thanks, bud.
Yeah, good night.

Hey, um, just wanted to say
sorry, you know, about tonight.

It was kinda crazy and very
out of character for me,

- so I definitely should've...
- Hey, we weren't blameless either.

Already forgotten. What were
we talking about? Sleep tight.

And, you know, I should've been
honest about the house upfront.

- You're right.
- Mm, well, people die.

What are you gonna do?
It was 17 years ago.

Anyways, I'm beat.
Have a good night.

Hey, how did you know
it was 17 years ago?

You said that.

I don't think
I was that specific.

Lucky guess. I, uh...

Help! Help!

You know, Sash,
turn down the TV!

Yeah, she is going deaf.

Too many EDM shows in Ibiza.

Call the police!

Wait, what was that?

What the fuck?

You know, I...

Honestly?

For the first time tonight,

I've got nothing.

You know, you're not alone.

Most people hear
the term "twins"

and they just assume identical.

Fraternal twins just aren't
as weird or cool, I guess.

I thought you guys
were a couple?

Oh, no, we're not a couple,

if that's what you're saying.

- That's gross, Adam.
- Yeah.

Adam, it's time for you
to meet your neighbors,

Jim and Barbara Berk.

Longtime local residents,
if my memory serves me.

Jim is a corporate jackal
with a taste in male escorts

and Babs has a green thumb
and loves a good racist joke.

Please help us.

- Please.
- Oh, she said that you and Margo

should do, like, a double date
or dinner or something.

That's such a good idea.

Why are you doing this?

- Why?
- What is he saying?

No clue.

I bet you have
a lot of questions, Adam.

Well, when Sasha and I
were kids,

we used to play this game.

We called it Bait The Bear.

Lipstick on Dad's shirt,
cigarette ash in Mom's cooking.

We would do anything
to get our parents to fight.

Because if they were busy
beating each other,

then they were too busy
to mess with us.

Now admittedly, one night
we pushed them a little too far.

And after that,
we burned through

a lot of foster parents
playing that game.

I mean, none of them
killed each other,

but it's not like they wrote us
Christmas cards either.

- Oh, God.
- I like to think that we grew up after that.

- Yeah, I think so.
- Yeah.

Even so, we got in the habit
of driving out here

past the old house
every once and a while.

And then, yeah,
tonight we saw a party

and, I don't know,
we couldn't resist.

It was the scene of the crime,

and, yeah, we even got up
to our old tricks a little bit,

but I do feel like it's been
very therapeutic for us.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Why the long face?
- Adam, don't you get it?

We liked you guys,
so we pivoted, so to speak.

Otherwise it'd be your throats
we were about to cut.

Yeah, we fucked
with you guys pretty hard.

But at the end of the day,
you guys, you have your flaws,

but you're not a bad couple.

It's only fun
if it's a bad couple.

Yeah, not like
these two shit bags.

Remember me, Mr. Berk?

It's Tommy from
across the street.

- I'm all grown up.
- So, these two knew

what was going on at our
house when we were kids.

They knew what
our parents were doing

not only to each other,
but to us as well.

I didn't know anything!
This is insane!

Oh, yes, you did.

You knew everything
that was going on,

and you never lifted
a fat fucking finger,

just like the rest of
this snobby neighborhood.

We didn't do anything!
You are crazy!

- Oh, shut up.
- I had no idea!

Please! Please!

Well, what do we think?

Cantaloupe or rutabaga?

Mmm, cantaloupe.

Okay.

No, please! Oh, God!

Oh, my God.

Beat you.

Sorry. Looks like the value
on your house just dropped.

By at least half when I get done
with my little manifesto.

I think I might do
a quick carving job.

You know, fuck with the bodies?

Mutilations are hell
for resale value.

Adam!

Oh.

Your lovely bride
must be missing you.

- No. No, please.
- Survey says?

Mmm, cantaloupe.

Oh, my God!
Come on, please. Please!

Kidding, kidding, kidding.

Rutabaga.

We said you weren't
a bad couple,

but that doesn't mean
you're a good couple.

- Adam!
- Breakfast in bed,

hand-picked flowers
for no reason.

Remember,
it's the little things.

And never take
a bad day out on your kid

unless you want him
to end up like us.

Adam!

Fuck.

Come on. Come on.

Is that the house?

Oh, God! Oh, my God!

I am so sorry, um...

Uh...

Margo. Um...

Oh, God.

Watch where you're going.

It's a family neighborhood,
bitch.

Adam? Adam!

Help!

Help us!

Help!

Police are still
seeking siblings

who posed as husband and wife

in the exclusive
Canyon Heights area

to socialize with one couple

and brutally slay another.

Criminologist Carl Wheeler,
who has written about the case,

speculated the reasoning...

...behind
the Kodak Drive killers'

return to the scene
of the crime.

Recreating traumatic events
so you can control them

is a common coping technique
for those suffering from PTSD.

Police say the manhunt
for the siblings is ongoing,

and they are coordinating with
federal authorities nationwide.

I'm Bishop Squire, report...

Afternoon.

Hey, baby.

That's sweet. Lucky me.

Where's Dylan?

Play date at Teeny and Frank's.

Ah, well, hopefully she's not
giving him riflery lessons.

Well, I got good news.

I rented us a place. Surprise.

You're gonna love it. It's a
couple blocks from our old house.

I got movers to come
on Monday, so...

- Adam? No.
- Yeah?

- What do you mean no?
- You heard me. We can't cut and run.

Well, no.
This is what you wanted.

It's our old neighborhood,
you know?

You're gonna love this place.

We'll put our house on
the market, like, next week.

We'll take a big hit,
but so what?

Because we will buy
a house again someday.

- No way.
- Dylan's bad dreams are gone.

In fact,
he's never been happier.

- You can't be serious.
- You were right.

We worked hard. We deserve
this. We earned this house.

Yeah, sure, but, you know,
those lunatics could definitely...

They had their chance.

It sounds like you're the only
one with new house jitters.

♪ Well, let's stay

Hey, did you turn
the record player on?

Relax, I didn't touch
your precious record player.

No, it's fine.
It's just... how did it...

♪ Break my heart

- The song's not skipping.
- ♪ Well, let's stay

- What?
- This song.

It used to have
a scratch in it, remember?

Why are you shouting? Where
should I put these flowers?

Are you listening?
This song is not skipping!

♪ Break my heart

Not skipping.
It's not skipping.

It's not skipping. It's not
skipping. It's not skipping.

It's not fucking skipping!
It's not fucking skipping!

♪ Because it's time
after time ♪

♪ We've stuck behind the line

♪ What about us?
What about us? ♪

♪ And they won't admit defeat

♪ When it pulls you
to the street ♪

♪ So what about us?

♪ What about, what about us?

♪ What about us?

♪ What about us?

♪ What about us?

♪ Oh, go on, go on,
go on, go on ♪

♪ Break my heart

♪ Oh, go on, go on,
go on, go on ♪

♪ And break my heart

♪ When it's under control

♪ From forces
impossibly remote ♪

♪ What about us?
What about us? ♪

♪ And you're lying
in your bed ♪

♪ And you just couldn't
get ahead ♪

♪ What about us?

♪ What about, what about us?

♪ What about us?

♪ What about us?

♪ What about us?

♪ Oh, go on, go on, go on

♪ Go on and break my heart

♪ Oh, go on, go on, go on

♪ Go on and break my heart

♪ Break my heart

♪ Break my heart

♪ Break my heart