The 'Burbs

- Megan filed for divorce. - I'm actually down

to play whoever wins.

Hinkley Hills is Caucasian.

That's the Burbs, babes.

The evil overlord Agnes.

Bill, you missed a spot.

Marty and I moved here 15 years ago.

Goodnight, my love. Unfortunately, he passed.

When you have neighbors, you're never alone,

even when you wanna be. What happened?

There was a little quibble.

Things got a little heated.

You're an asshole.

Don't you think we should know what he's up to?

Hello?

Look, we need to get out of here.

It's the grave of Alison Grant.

Do you mean that Gary might have killed that girl?

I think I hit something. Shit.

Thanks for stopping by, neighbors.

This was so reckless.

I know something's wrong.

"Rob shows a proclivity towards violence."

Enough!

What's in there? Nothing.

Let's just say it's not Gary

that we need to be worried about.

It's Rob.

Why the fuck do you still have her phone?

You gotta get rid of it. It was 20 years ago.

Her body isn't down there.

So just drop it!

Where'd you go?

Just grabbing some water.

Oh, oh, uh-uh. I got exactly what you need.

Look, see?

All good. Almost home.

Hi. Yoo-hoo. Samira.

Hi. Sorry, I'm totally blanking.

Lauren Daniels.

We met outside the shops in the Plaza the other day.

Yes, yes. Uh, sorry. I don't know where my head went.

Baby brain. I totally get it.

You remember my daughter, Ains.

- Hi. - Hi. Good to see you, guys.

Oh, babe. - It gets easier. I promise.

That's what they keep telling me.

It's true. And you're already so brave

bringing him out into public.

I refused to take Ainsley anywhere

until she had her second round of shots, like, nowhere.

We were completely housebound.

Really? Is that normal?

No, it was insane.

Also known as the new normal.

Ains and I are almost done with our little walk.

Thank God.

But I'll see you at the block party on Sunday, right?

- What block party? - Are you kidding?

The block party.

Ugh, here, okay. I have the thing.

Oh.

How did I not see this?

Baby brain. It's real.

My mother planned a beautiful party.

All you have to do is walk outside your house.

Right. Agnes is your mother.

I knew that. - Yes,

and I appreciate your sympathetic tone.

The HOA throws it every year.

It's, um, it's a celebration of the community.

The whole village comes.

The village of Hinkley Hills.

I really hope you can make it, Samira.

There'll be so many nice people for you to meet,

other moms, and my mother

has, uh, really outdone herself this year.

Okay. We'll see you soon.

Come on, hon. Did you put some lotion on?

No.

Come on, you can do it. You can do it, baby.

What do you think, Miles?

Come on. Ready to party?

Agnes, are you here to apologize

for falsely accusing me of absconding with your dog?

Ha. No. Have you cleaned out the fridge?

- What? - Your walk-in.

The meat delivery for the block party

arrives tomorrow and it needs to be stored.

Bill will bring the truck by.

And also how many pies are you making?

- How many pies? - Marty's apple pie.

He always did a baker's dozen.

But under the circumstances, how many can I put you down for?

Look, Agnes, the walk-in fridge, the pies,

the whole stupid block party,

that was Marty's thing, not mine.

And now he's gone. So you and Bill

will just have to find someplace else

to store your sausage.

Lynn...

...I know you've had a very difficult time

but this is my last year as HOA president.

Are you dying?

Gracefully retiring,

making way for a new generation of leadership.

Well, until then, stay the fuck out of my fridge!

You're gonna regret this!

The nerve of that woman.

Marty's barely cold

and she's demanding his fridge space.

Honey, it's been six months.

Marty's plenty cold. - And she wants his pie.

Uh, I love pie.

I know his pie is famous

but I am not just an extension of my dead husband.

I am a human being

with my own thoughts and feelings,

and my feeling right now is that Agnes Festerson

can fester right off.

Well, I'm sorry, Lynn.

Guys, this block party

seems like it's gonna be a pretty big deal, huh?

I wonder if Betsy and Gary are gonna show up.

Betsy does not exist.

What are you talking about? We met her.

She has no digital footprints,

no social media,

no real person involved.

Come on. Betsy Wilsons,

there's gotta be thousands of them out there.

Hundreds of thousands of Elizabeth Wilsons.

Any number of them may choose to go by Betsy

but none are she.

And you've gone through all of them?

I've already said too much.

The party really is a blast.

I think you and Rob will have a nice time.

Rob and I aren't exactly at our most loving right now.

- What do you mean? - Nothing. Couple's fight,

especially when you add a baby to the equation.

I'm sure it all will just blow over, right?

What? What's that look?

Samira, when you and Rob argue,

um, you feel safe, don't you?

I mean, does he ever, uh, threaten you

or become physically aggressive?

- No. Why would you say that? - I wasn't going to say anything.

Famous last words.

When I was

watching Miles the other night,

I happened across a file in Bev's office.

So you were snooping?

Not through any of your things,

but two hours unsupervised

in my snootiest neighbor's house,

I'm only human, honey.

Go on.

There was a psychiatric evaluation.

What did it say?

Uncontrollable outbursts,

a lack of self-control.

Sounds like he was a pretty angry little guy.

An angry teenage boy. Really?

Did you also find a tape recording

of him having a tantrum as a toddler?

Well, we didn't wanna say either

but there is a door in the Victorian

and Rob's name is on it.

Don't touch my phone.

Okay, guys. Robert?

You know how many Roberts there are in the world?

4,738,489

in the United States,

none of whom grew up across the street

from the girl whose name is also in the closet.

Alison.

What are you all trying to say?

Oh. It's him.

"When will you be home?"

Sounds pretty controlling.

The baby needs to eat, okay? It's fine.

Fine is the other F word Julia likes to say.

- Everything is fine. - Okay.

See you guys later.

Lay off the wine.

Rob?

Samira?

What are you doin'?

Making dinner. In the dark?

I was trying to surprise you.

I just got him down.

Rob, I'm sorry but you scared me.

You came out of nowhere. - Shh. Keep your voice down.

Holding a knife with blood on your hands.

Blood? It pomegranate juice.

I was in the middle of plating that lovely pomegranate salad

that you like with the goat's cheese.

I haven't had a lot of luck going out recently,

so I thought I'd do you a romantic dinner here instead,