Havenhurst

Over here.

Babe?

Jason?

Jason?

Ahhh!

Help me!

Open the door! Help me!

Help me! Help!

Help!

Hello!

Come on, come on, come on!

Ah!

Oh, my God. Ahhh!

Look, I've been trying to reach her

for a couple of days

so if she contacts you,

can you have her give me a call?

Alright, thanks.

Jackie.

Tim. Yeah.

Sorry to bother you.

I need your help.

What is it?

My friend, Danielle.

I haven't been able to reach her for weeks.

I've called everyone she knows

and no one has heard from her.

Is she missing or not wanting to be found?

I don't know.

I'm just really worried.

Alright, I'll, uh...

I'll look into it.

Thanks.

Her name is Danielle Hampton.

And just answer as best you can, okay?

Honestly. There's a pen.

And you can go in that room.

Okay.

Sign right there at the bottom.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Congratulations. Big day today?

Yeah.

Come on. I'll walk you out.

Any word from Danielle?

No, nothing. Huh.

She'll turn up. I hope so.

Ah. Here you go.

Oh! I almost forgot.

You'll need these.

Hmm.

I'm really proud of you, Jackie.

Thank you.

Clean slate, fresh start.

The rest is up to you.

Come here.

Good luck.

I'll see you at the meeting this week?

Of course.

Danielle.

She wouldn't leave this behind.

Great.

Oh, yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah! Oh!

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Uh-huh. Oh, God. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hello?

Hello?

I needed the cash.

Prostitution is a crime.

You can't just evict me.

It's all your own fault.

So after five years, that's it?

No 30-day notice?

You know the rules.

Fuck the rules! You are so full of shit.

Oh, no need to make it personal, my dear.

Fuck! Bitch needs to get laid.

Oh, I must apologize for her behavior.

Don't be frightened, Jacquelin.

I'm Eleanor Mudgett. Please come in.

I have made it a custom,

old fashioned, though it may seem,

to meet every new tenant we take in.

Many years ago,

I had to figure out what to do

with this lovely old building.

I am on the board of many rehabilitation centers

and outreach programs throughout the city.

So I figured that I should use Havenhurst

to help others.

Give them a place to find their balance

and re-enter the world.

Don't be shy, dear. You must have questions.

Um... my friend, Danielle Hampton,

she lived here. Yes.

Is there a reason why I was given her old apartment?

Oh, it's just a matter of timing, dear.

Danielle and Jason just happened to be

the last tenants to vacate.

I was just hoping that you might know where they went.

No, I'm afraid not.

One of the drawbacks of not requiring

a security deposit.

Once they leave the building,

one rarely hears from them again.

Okay.

Make no mistake about it.

I am very particular

about those whom I choose as tenants.

Your history, rather violent and sad,

stood out to me.

You have struggled with your addiction

and it has cost you dearly.

Oh, my son Ezra.

We've met.

Ezra looks after things around here

so if there's anything you need,

don't hesitate to call him.

Thank you, Ezra.

Our rules are simple.

You stay sober, you lead a good life,

and you don't fall back into your old habits.

Then, you are welcome to stay here

until the day you die.

If that is your choice.

And if I don't lead a good life?

Then your stay at Havenhurst would be terminated.

Like the woman... Oh, Paula, yes.

Well, unfortunately, after years of support,

she decided to resume demeaning herself

and is no longer welcome here.

Well, it seems fair enough.

Do you have a pen?

Oh, you don't have to sign it right now, dear.

You should take it home and review it first.

If what you say is represented here,

it's okay, I can sign it.

Yes, it is.

Welcome to Havenhurst.

It's four sections. You're on the right.

Welcome to hell, sweetie.

More cleavage, more tips.

Tips suck. Food is even worse. But it's a job.

I think I can handle it.

It's only... Temporary. Yeah.

Go on, doll. You got customers.

I'll take a refill.

Did you find anything out?

No credit cards, no cell phone usage.

She was living with a guy named Jason Darby.

A junkie.

Busted for narcotics possession.

Do you know him?

No.

I spoke to Eleanor, the woman who owns the place.

Said they left weeks ago.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh.

I thought you said you'd done this before.

There's got to be something to this.

I found Danielle's camera.

She was never without it in rehab. Never.

She wouldn't have just left it behind.

Well, maybe this time she did.

Stay in touch. Take care of yourself.

Thank you.

You're new.

Yes. Ten oh six.

Oh. That's Danielle's old apartment.

Let me help you.

I'm good.

Let me go first.

Then you go after.

I'm Sarah.

Jackie.

Where the hell have you been?

I lost track of the time.

Sorry, Tammy.

Problem?

No.

Hello?

Hello?

What the fuck?

No, no!

Please...!

Hello?

Paula?

Paula?

Sarah.

What are you doing in here?

Nothing.

You shouldn't be here. Come on.

You know, you shouldn't be wandering around the building alone.

But I haven't done anything wrong.

I wish it were that simple.