The 'Burbs

Okay. Walk with me on this.

Gary Wilson bought what is effectively

a rotting house.

According to insiders, there's a rumor

that Allison Grant's parents killed her

and buried her in the basement.

When I confronted Gary,

he said that his house had good bones.

Who says that?

If Gary bought this house because he's a murder enthusiast

obsessed with the promise of a dead girl's bones

or he murdered Allison Grant 20 years ago.

Why the fuck do you still have her phone?

Get rid of it.

Can I take a look at those Hinkley Hills Heralds

we were talking about from March 2005?

No, I'm sorry. They're still not back.

There's fire. Follow my lead.

What are you doing? I'm simply enjoying

a bonfire on my property

which you can't seem to stay off of.

That motherfu--

Be a good girl, Darla.

I swear to God.

You have just taken your last dump on my lawn, Darla.

Darla!

- Wow. - She's trying.

She is stunning.

Look how good your genes are, Miles.

Oh, you got a little--

Wait a minute. Lips is popping.

Auntie Lynn is here.

Thank you. Oh, wow.

Oh, your first post-baby date.

You deserve this.

- We really do. - Did you take a look

at the PDF that, uh, Roy and I spent hours making for you?

All 12 pages... Okay.

...including the emergency numbers

in case I forget 911.

Well, see? That's why we put it there.

But we won't need that, will we, Miles?

No. And our first really nice time

is going to be a diaper change.

Yes.

Hey, she's got this.

Come on. - Yeah.

All right. Keys, phone, wife?

Let's go. Let's go.

Did I mention how gorgeous you look?

Oh. Um, you had a little breast milk.

I get these titties all dressed up

and this is how they betray me. Ugh.

Do you wanna go get changed? We got time.

We have a 50-minute grace period.

We can't go now.

Do you know how long it took me to get dressed?

Uh, this feels like a trick.

It is. Watch your mouth.

I was so looking forward to this.

Now I'm just gonna smell spoiled.

Hey, it's fine, honestly.

Giordano's Italian can wait.

I mean, if you wanted, we can just send Lynn home,

get out of these clothes and put on some Shark Tank.

You've got yourself a deal.

Good. Because my business is cannibal.

What are you doing down there?

Good bones...

I told you the real purpose for Gary's bonfire,

didn't I? Yes.

But why would Gary Wilson be burning library books?

No, no, not library books.

Newspapers he checked out from the library

with an article about Allison Grant.

And last night while walking with Miles,

I saw Darla in front of Gary's house

with a bone.

Huge bone. A human-sized bone, okay?

And remember the rumor about Allison Grant's parents

burying her in the basement?

That's not a coincidence.

What-- What does Rob think of all this?

I haven't told him.

He wants me to drop the Gary stuff,

but I know there's something up.

I mean, you saw the way he got pissed at Agnes

when she mentioned an inspector, okay?

He's hiding something in there.

Samira, I know what it's like.

You're a new mom.

Our hormones have evolved

to keep us in a hyper vigilant state.

And of course you want to keep your baby safe.

I think that you--

Little bitch!

Oh, if you dig out my azaleas, I swear to God!

Get out of here, you filthy, filthy mutt!

And don't come back with your filthy poop

all over my flowers.

The next time I see you, I'm calling animal control.

Hi. Hey.

I don't wanna rush her. I just feel like

it would be good for her to get out of the house.

Yeah, but I can't believe the GeoBros

was your first offer.

What are you gonna suggest next? Chuck E. Cheese?

Dude, you gotta try Drinkley's.

It's where, uh-- It's where Hank's used to be.

- Uh-huh. - But they got

the best fucking flatbreads.

- Oh, I fucking love flatbreads. - I know.

We used to be out all the time.

We used to be fun. I wanna be fun together again.

Oh, my God. - What?

What the fuck?

Oh, my God. I'm weird.

You almost ate shit.

No, I didn't.

Nice ride, dude.

It's a quick trike and it goes really fast.

You wanna give it a spin, Robert?

Oh. Uh, I'm good. Thanks.

I didn't pack my Lycra. And you can call me Rob.

Hmm. Interesting.

But Robert is your government-issued name, no?

Given to you by your parents, Beverly and Donovan Fisher?

Uh, yes, that is my government-given name,

but no one's called me that since high school,

so just Rob now.

An adult nickname.

That's quaint. - What's happening?

Yeah, dude. Do you wanna explain yourself?

Hmm. No, thank you.

Good day.

It goes fast forward,

but backwards, it's--

it's slower.

Oh, God.

- Ow. - Uh, you need--

No.

Gentlemen.

Well, this has been one of the weirdest

20 seconds of my life. - Yeah.

What was that about?

Nothing. Just a friendly and productive conversation

between my fellow neighbors.

Nothing more, nothing less.

You never use that many syllables

unless you're up to something. Spill it.

I can either confirm nor deny.

Come on, you can trust me.

How's that knee feeling?

My knee?

Yeah. The other night in the woods

you were having trouble with your knee.

Yeah?

And now you're out on a brisk walk.

I guess it's feeling better.

Yeah. It's a chronic knee problem.

It comes and goes.

Is that something you'd maybe wanna talk over

with a trained professional or a very observant friend?

No.

Hmm. I see.

Have a good day.

Darla! Darla?

Then Kendrick comes back mere hours later

with a new song.

Then the next day,

released another song

and that immediately and definitely

crowned him the de facto victor.

And so that's why you don't get into a rap feud

with a Pulitzer Prize winner, you know what I'm saying?

It don't make no sense.

Darla? Darla? Darla!

Darla! She's gone!

She's gone!

Darla!

Darla!

Darla!

Oh, hello, Danny.

Hiya, Lynn. Sorry to bother.

We're just following up on a call

from a concerned neighbor.

Unhand my dog,

you sniveling coward!

You mean, your mother-in-law?

I'm afraid that's confidential.