The Gates

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Nick, help me.

Sarah?

Nick.

I'm sorry, Nick, but we can't let you leave.

What do you mean?

Come on, Claire. It'll be fun.

I'm having it catered by that Spanish place.

There'll be tapas, sangria.

It's really important to me.

Good. I will see you around noon.

Seems like your little housewarming/pool party

is shaping up to be quite an event.

Well, I just hope everyone gets along.

This place can be so cliquey sometimes.

It's like Karen won't talk to Claire.

Devon won't talk to Vanessa. It's like a whole...

Do I sense an ulterior motive?

Yeah, stop detecting. I'm inviting lots of people.

Hey...

Did you get any sleep?

You had nightmares again, huh?

I'm fine.

This job was supposed to be less stressful than Chicago.

I'm fine.

And I got to go.

Eyes ope always wear your vest.

Call for backup. I love you.

I love you, too.

Claire, just go to the party

and try not to let Karen Crezski get under your skin.

Karen and her lot.

There is nothing worse than that rancid dog smell.

All right, well, just go. Play nice.

We need to be normal right now.

Nick?

What, right away?

How clandestine.

Isn't this a bit paranoid?

You saw Buckley's home movies.

You ask me, we haven't been paranoid enough.

What do you propose we do about it?

He's got something on us. I say we get something on him.

Make it an even playing field.

Check that out.

W.R. Harrison,

the developer who co-founded The Gates with Buckley.

That's before my time.

Harrison dies a few years after The Gates opens.

Falls down some stairs.

But right here...

Coroner's inquest.

Something about it. It's a little too - it's a little too neat.

Vague suspicions of murder...

that's not enough to go on, is it?

So we dig.

Dylan, we dig till we get something better.

You're on The Gates board.

That gives you access to bank statements, to contracts.

Right?

Plus...

Dylan...

You have your community.

Well, hold on. Buckley is not a vampire.

And if I start digging around the board,

Buckley will find out.

Look, it's a risk we take.

Otherwise, we got Buckley's threats

hanging over our heads for the rest of our lives.

You want that?

Dylan...

All right. All right. I'm in.

I'm in.

All right. I'll be touch.

Hey, Dr. Peg.

Yeah, look, I'm...

Look, I'm sorry to call you on vacation,

it's just I'm getting some nasty side effects from those pills.

Keep taking them till you get back?

I don't know if I handle can.

I-I don't know if I can handle that.

Yeah.

Okay.

Bye.

Hey.

I've been looking for you.

I'm late for class.

Andie, I-I just want to know why you're avoiding me.

And...

I thought we had something,

and things got weird the other night,

and now you're just...

you wouldn't understand. Try me.

I can't ***

"beastlyboy."

You're exactly what I've been looking for.

Chief Monohan.

What an unexpected pleasure.

Here for our men's facial?

A little massage?

Uh, actually I wanted to ask you a few questions

about your ex-husband.

Frank?

Please tell me he's in lots and lots of trouble.

That's him.

W.R. Harrison.

He was a friend of my father's.

He didn't have any children of his own,

so...He sort of doted on me.

I introduced him to Frank,

back when I still had no idea

what kind of man my husband really was.

Frank had big dreams

but small pockets and no connections.

That's where Uncle Billy came in.

That's what I used to call him.

So, how would you describe the relationship

between Frank and Mr. Harrison?

Did they get along?

You're fishing. What are you trying to catch?

What's out there?

I can tell you this.

Frank and Uncle Billy had a huge falling out

right before he died.

Looking back, I think maybe Uncle Billy learned

about Frank and Vanessa's affair.

Things between them got...

Ugly.

And then Uncle Billy had his accident,

and Frank got everything he wanted.

Full control over The Gates and 100% of the profits.

Nobody found that suspicious?

Uncle Billy had a bad hip,

and I was young and naive.

By the time I found out what Frank was capable of...

Well, who'd listen to the ravings of a scorned woman?

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Claire!

Oh, you brought a quiche.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm...perfect.

Thank you so much for coming.

This really does mean a lot to me.

Oh, I wouldn't have missed it.

Although I may not stay long.

I'm a little bit sensitive to the sun,

and I'm afraid I don't swim.

Oh. Well, really?

Have you seen some of the outfits?

Because trust me, none of these women

are going anywhere near the water.

Hmm.

Hey, leigh! You came.

Yeah, and I brought margaritas.

Oh. Figured you'd need 'em.

Well, I'm so glad

I didn't think you'd be into this sort of thing.

Watching stressed-out trophy wives

get catty with underfed divorcees?

Who doesn't love that?

Yeah, I was kind of hoping

this party would bring people together.

Sarah! What a beautiful backyard.

I brought venison.

Dacia, let's start up the grill.

I should get out of the sun.

You invited Claire Radcliff and Karen Crezski

to the same party? Yeah?

Oh, this is gonna be good.

So, what'd you dig up on Buckley?

Okay.

Look, Devon may think Buckley killed Harrison

to get control of The Gates' profits,

okay, but the numbers don't add up.

If anything, Buckley is underpaid for his position.

It's... it's all very proper.

These are public records?

No, better than that.

I paid a visit to Buckley's C.F.O., Lloyd Foster.

Now, he's been here since day one.

The lion's share of the profits from The Gates,

they don't go to Buckley, they don't go to Devon,

they don't go to anyone else.

Instead, 80% ends up here...

The gates trust.