The 'Burbs

Safest town in America.

It must have been boring, huh?

Agnes and Marty made love?

Why are you keeping your husband's corpse

in your refrigerator? - You're in good company.

This is an ankle monitor.

Well, Shane said some of that drive

especially on her application to Hinkley Academy.

- I'm applying there too. - Does the DJ get to dance?

I'm just trying to understand how you and Hank are connected.

My letters, the evidence,

they destroyed it.

I don't like to leave a job unfinished,

Alison Grant.

Is that the fucking garbage man?

He's got me!

No signal.

Somebody help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help us!

Somebody help! Help!

Help! Somebody help!

Help! Help!

Somebody help us!

- Help! - Help us!

Alison?

Alison.

Where's Gary? What did you do to him?

I killed him, like I killed his brother.

Like I'm gonna kill you.

- Shut it off. - My God. Signal?

Bluetooth.

I'm sorry. I--it's my baby monitor.

My, my baby's crying. - Poor kid.

It's too bad.

You weren't even supposed to be here.

Poor baby.

He needs his mother.

You got me down in this goddamn bunker.

I don't wanna die in a pit.

Don't get cute.

Drop the phone.

I'm sorry. Okay. I just need to vent.

You're about to kill me and I can't even vent?

She needs to go through her venting process.

We all do. We need to go through it.

Yeah. I got a pit in my stomach

and I'm gonna die without help.

Shut up.

Drop the phone.

It's done.

Ah! Wait, wait.

You owe me an explanation,

right? - We need the why.

All the great villains have a confession.

Before they kill us, they tell us a soliloquy.

Make it long.

Ladies, I just get paid

to take out the trash.

No!

Oh, sorry that I have to do this.

- No! - Now you should have stayed

on your side of the fence.

- Rob. - Samira.

Holy shit.

- Are you okay? - Physically, yes.

But emotionally, that's yet to be seen.

Are you okay? Yeah, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Actually, it was strangely kind of thrilling...

Oh, no.

Get off him!

Rob, are you okay?

Geez, Louise.

He must have caught his head on that.

No shit, Sherlock.

- Is he dead? - Yeah.

Okay.

So, I killed him.

I fucking killed him.

Let me through. - Look. It's them.

Miles.

He's good. He's good. It's okay, baby.

Mommy's right here. - He was great.

We're good buds now.

It's okay. We're okay.

Is that a body?

Hmm. Yeah.

Oh, is dead.

Okay. What the hell happened out there?

I feel like there might be something else

they're not telling us.

Look, man, let me take this over.

- All right. - I got this.

- Why were you all out there? - Naveen and I

were telling Samira about our childhood hideout

and she wanted to see it.

And as soon as we got there,

out of nowhere this man...

- The garbage man? - Right.

He jumps out, amped up, ready to throw hands.

Now we tried to run but he blocked us,

so we had to fight back.

I mean, we were giving him

everything that we had.

He was like the Terminator.

He would not stay down.

Was there anyone else there with you?

- No. - No.

Can you think of any reason

why Walters would wanna target you?

Too many diapers in our bins?

So he attacks you without provocation?

It was random.

Though, he did also mention in the melee

that he'd murdered our neighbor.

- Which neighbor? - Gary. He lives--

lived in the Victorian.

So, yeah, I guess it's just, yeah,

sort of, run-of-the-mill random killing spree.

I know. But I got to say

people almost always have a motive.

There's tons of stories where people just wake up

in the morning, go to work for the 8,000th time,

and just snap.

So, who landed the final blow?

It was an accident.

I did it.

It was me.

Naveen...

You killed someone?

- I... - How'd you do it?

- I pushed him. - You pushed him?

He was heavy.

Did he die by push?

No, he fell.

He fell under this metal thingy which I pushed him onto

on purpose because I've killed him.

He's clearly traumatized.

This was self-defense.

Naveen the Peen, didn't know you had the cajones.

Way to talking in those pussy flaps

run of the big dogs, huh?

Garbage men are a bunch of stinky creeps.

I mean, it's a respectable union job.

Big night for Danny boy,

finally got to see the famous pit after all these years.

I got to be honest, little letdown.

And that shrine,

I can't even imagine what you two went through.

It must have been traumatic.

Losing your best friend all of a sudden.

Nobody to talk to.

I mean, you never get over something like that.

- Thanks. Yeah, it was... - Yeah. Yeah.

...pretty tough.

But I never understood

why you two had such a hard-on for this chick.

I mean, she was a real C U Next Thursday.

- There he is. - That's not even--

actually, it technically works I guess.

Well...

From where I stand,

this is all pretty cut and dry.

We're gonna write this up.

You folks have a good night.

wow.

What the actual fuck just happened?

You just saved my life.

That's what happened.

I wish we could have saved Gary too.

I'm never letting go of you.

You're trapped now here forever

In in the cul-de-sac of my arms.

There's nowhere else I'd rather be.

Honey, I love you.

Ow.

We gotta stop touching each other.

That really hurt, but I love you too.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

I thought I'd never see my boys again.

I know she wanted to be alone,

but do you think she's okay over there

all by herself without Gary?

Yeah.

We got the guy that did this to her.

She's safe now.

We all are.

Yeah.

I just hope that

even for a brief moment, he got the closure he needed

because he wanted to know what happened to his brother

just like I wanted to know what happened to me.

And he got so close to the truth,

you know, too close.

To Gary, a good guy.

And a bad neighbor.

Just to clarify one thing,

were you ever actually married to him?

No. It was just a cover in case someone discovered me.

Well, I'm sorry that I blew up your spot.