SurrealEstate

Previously On SurrealEstate

We worked the Jackson house.

Class three shape-shifting demon

that bounces from person to person.

Both the Travis's, the victims

of tonight's incident,

were clients of the same real estate firm.

Something followed us home.

How did it get up here?

It found a host.

Did we get it? It rests in pieces.

What's wrong?

You take us home.

Please...

It's time for me to go.

How's he taking it?

Not good.

Him and Megan got into a huge fight earlier

and clients have been calling,

pulling their listings all morning.

Okay...

So.

It was Antonia Hablanis moving her listing

to Livingston-Kent.

And the Kims have decided not to list with us because, uh

personal reasons.

Rita Weiss is probably putting her sign in their front yard

as we speak.

Unless Bob Livingston

has already sprayed it with his musky odor.

And already the vultures gather

and feast upon my flesh.

Aleister Crowley.

Any clients that they could take from us,

we didn't deserve to keep.

Can you run by and get our signs?

You know, we could be huge assholes about it.

These people signed contracts.

We will take satisfaction in being the grown-ups here.

And in the thought of Bob Livingston having to

disclose to prospective buyers that a lady with goat legs

goes clip-clopping down the upstairs hallway

every night at twelve-oh-three.

So...

We in trouble, or what?

- Look, it's late. - I need to think.

We'll circle back tomorrow?

We're in trouble.

First Travis.

Now this Jackson thing.

Two high-profile incidents resulting in death and drama

in less than a year.

None of this is Luke's fault.

Tell that to Luke.

Seriously,

tell it to Luke.

Physics.

That's all it is.

Your release was too high.

Ball didn't have time to connect to the floor enough

for the friction to take hold to create the desirable

30-degree trajectory into the pocket.

You really know how to suck the fun out of everything,

don't you?

So, how are things going?

Oh, let's see...

I'm an industry pariah,

clients are firing me left and right.

Responsible for domestic violence

and the death of innocents.

Well, you still have your health.

You gonna bowl or what?

Ah. Wrong shoes.

Dad, what if I'd never been like this?

What if I'd never been able to see these things?

Talk to them?

What if I'd just been born a normal kid?

Who are you calling "these things"?

Nice one!

See what happens when you find a direction of impact

to distribute the kinetic energy?

The answer, uh,

to your question is, uh...

You were a normal kid.

And if you weren't,

I'd've loved you every bit as much as I did.

Your mother probably still would have left us.

Wasn't you, Luke.

It wasn't even me.

It was her.

She said I was a disappointment and a failure.

Now, that doesn't sound like her.

I knew her, Luke.

I knew her in the good times

and, God, they were good.

I loved her a long time.

Long after she left us.

Can't say for sure I ever stopped.

Well, that must not have been easy.

She was in pain.

But she was never cruel.

People change.

Hey, you.

They told me you'd be here.

Used to do a bit of bowling myself.

So, let me guess:

Zooey thought I needed a pep talk

and you drew the short straw.

It's wrong that you're blaming yourself

for Travis and Jackson.

Those things are gonna happen

with the kind of houses we sell.

We are good, you and I.

We're good at the fundamentals. Marketing. Sales. Staging.

Financing. Hand-holding.

We're damn good.

These horror shows,

they make up a relatively small percentage of our listings

and our revenue.

They account for most of the time and aggravation.

I'm tired, Susan.

What are you saying?

Maybe it's time to cut bait.

Make the safe, smart play.

Just take on the regular listings,

leave the other ones to October 31st, where they belong.

That would impact everything.

Allocation of resources.

Staffing...

Well, Phil could continue to do our title work.

Probably lose August to some place like NASA.

Or Hasbro.

Zooey'd probably stay on for a while, for the dental

and free office supplies, but she'd get bored and she'd.

You need to think this through.

I feel like...

Like we-we're doing some good.

Real, existential good.

If you're done, I'm gonna lock up.

I just have one more.

Hey, it's Megan. Your move.

Hey. Uh, it's just me.

I know your class schedule is really insane.

Was just hoping to see you again

if you want to see me.

Ah, anyway, give me a call. Or, even better, uh,

text me when you want me to come over, okay?

Okay.

We're a guitar

and a sheet cake away from being a support group.

Luke has a lot on his mind.

- Hey, y'all. - Let's make this quick.

Just got off the phone with a Lisa Neal in New York.

She got our name from Tessa Green.

- Word of mouth. - The best advertising.

Ms. Neal's aunt Nellie recently passed away.

They didn't know each other; Last living relative

type of thing. Anyway, she wants us to clean up the place

and liquidate it for the estate.

Natural causes?

- Sounds like it. - She was almost 90.

Natural causes sounds like a nice change of pace.

So, I grew up in the neighborhood.

When I was a kid,

I used to make some extra money mowing their lawn.

I never met Ms. Neal

she never went outside as far as I know -,

and I'd always find a couple of bucks stuck to the mailbox

with a clothespin.

Years later I found out it was my dad putting out money for me.

Felt sorry for the lady.

Your father sounds like a fine man.

He was.

Anyway, it is a nice,

normal place and I'm going to make it my project

for the next couple of days.

We can hire people.

I just need to be busy with something.

I have a feeling this house is going to be pretty heinous

on the inside, so have Shelley Disposal

deliver a dumpster, would you?

Pass my calls along to Susan, okay?

I will check in once in a while.

I am late for a showing.

Uh, wait!

My tools are still in your...

Trunk.

I need to check my M. E. D.'s screening algorithm.

I never should have missed that second Roadie.

How could you know?

Roadies never travel in even numbers.

Hey, Zooey.

- Hey. Megan's on the phone. - She's looking for Luke.

I'll take it.

Megan, hi.

I need Luke.

He's tied up right now.

Is there something I can help with?

It's a problem with the house.

A big problem.