Servant

Hey, what the hell?

-Oh, man, come on. Let's go! -Trick or treat!

Were you ever afraid of yourself, Mother?

I am.

I've been having these dreams.

There was this black shadow moving through the house.

Somehow I know that it's me.

I hurt people when I get angry.

Maybe I got that from you.

The scariest part is,

is that I'm starting to like the way that it feels.

Actually… I love it.

Now remember, kids, candies with no wrap might be a trap.

Wait a minute. Who's that 17th-century hunk?

-Oh, Walker, please don't encourage him. -Sorry, what was that, Walker?

Say that again.

Philadelphia's sweethearts.

Yes, they are.

Thanks to our very own Dorothy as Marie-Antoin--

Philadelphia's sweethearts, huh?

Media loves a power couple.

That was your best year.

What did they use to call you? "The queen of Halloween"?

Yeah. But things have changed.

No, we're not so different than we once were.

Sean, we don't have to lie to each other.

We've both made choices.

I'm not the same person I was, neither are you.

Thank you for lunch.

Meanwhile, back in Philadelphia, the mid-op--

What are you doing?

Good morning, dear.

We're on the hunt for a last-minute costume for Jericho.

Well, those belonged to Dorothy's mother, and they are not for you to touch.

Are you dressing up tonight?

No. Halloween is for children.

Oh, honey. Beg to differ. My friends and I used to go wild.

What do you mean?

Well, Halloween's a space to embrace your fears.

Indulge in your darkest fantasies.

I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.

Come on!

Fuck.

I fucking hate this holiday!

This is what happens when you encourage mischief.

All the goddamn stunted adolescents in this city

start taking out their aggressions on the taxpaying citizens of this world.

It's ridiculous.

-They get your car? -Brutally.

Don't tell me you're decorating.

Dorothy can't do it herself this year, so I thought this might make her happy.

You thought it might make her like you, you mean.

It's a lost cause, brother.

As long as you and I are Team Leanne, Dorothy won't have anything to do with us.

I'm not Team Leanne.

You sure about that?

She seems to make everything work out all right for you.

I've made my peace with how things are. You should too.

Silly String on my fucking gilet!

-You think it's horrible. -No.

He's adorable.

No, you can say it. It's awful.

Okay, it's awful. But it's not your fault.

I should've gotten him a costume earlier.

It's just, my mind is in a million places and--

Not to worry. I'm sure there's something better somewhere around here.

Well, what you dress him up in last year?

Maybe we could use a piece of his old costume.

I… I'm not sure.

Can't remember.

Well, it's okay.

Well, think on it, dear.

In the meantime, we'll see if the stores around here have anything left.

Right? Yeah.

-Sean Turner? -Yeah.

Wow, it is you. Man, we're big fans.

-Thanks. -Yeah. We watch you every week.

-Thank you, man. I appreciate it. -No problem.

Happy Halloween. Take care.

You too.

Happy Halloween.

Love your show, Sean!

These boxes are full of costumes.

They belonged to Dorothy's mother, so I'll need them back when you're done.

I want you all out on the street tonight, just in case.

They're coming for me.

They've infiltrated my neighborhood,

and I think they've even bought one of the houses.

So tonight, I'm going hunting.

They're very good at hiding who they are.

But if I get close enough, they always reveal themselves.

But tonight we get to hide who we are too.

Come.

I never dressed up for Halloween before.

My dad always said it was sinful.

Can I tell you a secret?

Sin can be fun.

In other news, this year's Mischief Night

brought almost one and a half million dollars in property damage.

Now to Philadelphia's police commissioner to discuss the response.

We won't stand for mass hysteria in our city.

Tonight, we will have an increased police presence…

Someone order the lobster special?

That's precious.

Better than the pumpkin, right?

Yes, that's good. So good!

It was Sean's idea.

What's that?

It's nothing.

Got a little secret, have ya? Spill.

Come on, tell us. We won't tell.

What kind of mother can't remember her child's first costume?

This isn't the only time something like this has happened.

There's all this missing time.

Like, this whole period of my life that I just can't remember,

no matter how hard I try.

It hurts my brain to think about it.

I can't imagine this is normal.

It scares me.

The brain can't hold every memory.

Sometimes you just lose things as you get older.

Take it from us.

It's probably just aging.

This is something else.

Ladies. Lobster. It's about that time.

You ready, little buddy?

I'll keep you on FaceTime so you feel like you're right there with us.

Thank you.

Oh, God, I wish I could go with you guys.

Mommy loves you, you little stinker.

Like, one piece of candy. And don't let him get spooked.

Never.

Boo!

Boo!

Hey, buddy.

He made me call again. Attachment issues.

Mommy loves her little crustacean.

Is he having the best time?