Before your grandfather bought the place,
she came next door to complain about the weeds.
Nobody ever saw that lady again.
‐ MEGAN: Your mother?
‐ I'd like to give you the kind of orientation
that any new associate deserves.
There are things that you'll come up against here
that may be new.
[ Scream ] [ Growl ]
‐ AUGUST: Our track record
with new employee retention has been, um...
lackluster.
‐ SUSAN: Megan Donovan.
You're kind of into her.
‐ LUKE: She's in a relationship and she's a client.
Neat little piles.
[ Upbeat music ]
‐ MAN: This is exactly what we're looking for
‐ WOMAN: Oh, what a view!
‐ HARPER: I know.
It's my favourite view in the world.
My great‐grandparents owned the land
for a few years before they could afford to build.
But they still came up every summer and pitched a tent.
Some nights, when the sun sets,
it looks like the lake is on fire.
Takes your breath away.
‐ How lovely.
‐ Listen...
If you listen closely,
you can still hear Grammy
gasping for air.
It took her breath away.
Literally.
Forever. She croaked.
Who wants to see the kitchen?
It's nothing fancy, but it works.
‐ Why all the knives?
‐ My family loves a sharp knife.
Long story.
Let's go see the deck!
‐ MAN: This is magnificent‐‐
‐ Yeah, it's a thing with my family.
We spread the ashes in the lake every time
someone buys it at the cottage.
‐ How many people have died here?
‐ I had a cousin who dove off the dock
and broke his spine.
My Uncle Roger threw out his back
trying to kick the cat
and took too much oxycodone.
[ Sharp inhale ]
[ Blowing wind ]
Oh. Oh, no.
Oh, no!
[ Gasps ]
‐ Oh, my god! ‐ Are you okay?
‐ The house!
The house hates you.
Run! Now!
[ Theme music ]
[ Man screams ]
‐ CALLUM: So she failed to sell the place.
Just the latest in a long line of failures
for my big sister, Harper.
‐ You co‐own the cottage?
‐ Yeah, we inherited it from our parents.
See, I do the finances and she just lives there.
I mean, we call her the "caretaker" but, honestly,
she's got nowhere else to go.
‐ You never rent it out?
‐ Never have.
Harper insisted she could sell it herself
without an agent.
‐ Well, you could remove your own appendix, too, but ouch.
‐ Yeah.
Anyhow, it's, uh,
been six months
and we've had a ton of showings and zero offers.
[ Gentle music ]
‐ Why do you think it hasn't sold?
‐ Old place. Middle of nowhere.
Apparently, some odd stuff happens.
‐ What kind of odd stuff?
‐ Look, man, I mean...
isn't this kind of what you do?
I mean, drive up there,
talk to Harper.
Well?
Get to it. Chop‐chop.
‐ My research associate is on the case.
We'll get back to you.
‐ What a tool.
I need signatures.
[ Elevator arriving bell ]
‐ Susan?
I'm jumping on a new listing. I need you to cover
one of our regulars, William Larson.
‐ As in the author?
‐ He is the author.
‐ William Larson?
The master of modern horror?
‐ Don't get starstruck. Larson is kind of a...
‐ LUKE: ...challenge. ‐ZOOEY: Dick?
‐ Every time he starts writing a new novel, he buys a new house.
‐ So, he's a frequent flyer.
‐ He's a sure‐fire closing. Can you squeeze him in?
[ Approaching footsteps ]
Maybe Zooey will bring you up to speed.
‐ Hey. I worked up a fact sheet for you on the North cottage.
That place has racked up a body count.
‐ Can you email it to me?
I got an errand to run.
‐ So, do you want me to upload some of Larson's previous homes
for comps?
‐ Sure. I have some properties in mind already.
‐ Just so you know, Larson's not like our other clients.
He's very‐‐
‐ I've worked with celebrities before.
Trust me. This is what I do.
‐ Trust me. This is what I do.
[ Ethereal music ]
[ Birds chirping ]
‐ MEGAN: Hey, you.
‐ Sorry to bother you. Uh...
I was just, um...
What?
‐ Ah, nothing. Hm.
‐ I was just, uh...
I'll have August come by for a follow‐up.
Make sure that portal gate in the basement is holding.
‐ You can't just check it yourself?
Like, now, maybe?
‐ Uh, actually I have to head up north for a few days.
But August, he'll take care of it.
Well, I better be going.
[ Bird chirping ]
‐ Brock moved out.
‐ Really?
‐ We're done.
‐ Oh, okay. Ah, sorry to hear.
Not so sorry, but I am surprised.
Are you okay?
‐ I'm okay.
So, I'll, uh, I'll see you around maybe?
‐ 'Course.
I'm your residential real estate specialist.
[ Door unlocking, opening ]
[ Mysterious music ]
[ Wind blowing through leaves ]
[ Tense music ]
[ High‐pitched whine ]
[ Indistinct whispering voices ]
‐ HARPER: You'd be the real estate guy.
[ Waves lapping on shore ]
‐ Uh, Luke Roman.
Harper?
Harper.
‐ Told Callum we didn't need you. But no.
He prefers to flush thousands of dollars down the toilet.
He's such a tool.
‐ He spoke so well of you.
Nobody is flushing any money away.
In fact, I think your price is too low.
‐ Really?
‐ Yeah. It gives the buyer the impression
that there's something secretly wrong with the place.
Is there something secretly wrong with the place?
‐ You tell me.
Come on, before it gets dark.
You don't want to be here after dark.
[ Eerie music ]
‐ It's beautiful. ‐ Oh, yeah.
Beautiful, right?
Except at night when it's pitch black
and anything can and anyone can‐‐
‐ Shiplap ceiling is original.
‐ Yeah.
‐ Kitchen is not fancy.
But functional.
Might want to lose a few of these knives.
Unless you're planning on selling it to the Borgias.
‐ Let's go out on the deck.
‐ Oh, I love this!
Do you mind if I‐‐?
‐ That's special.
[ Winding music box ]
Grampa made it for Grammy when...
‐ That would be your grandmother, Samantha North.
‐ Right.
‐ She died here, right?
‐ Grammy Sam, yeah. [ Music box plays song ]
And if you listen closely, you can still hear her
gasping for‐‐
‐ Sounds like a bunch of people
caught their shuttle to glory here.
Aunts, uncles, cousins.
‐ Yeah.
And their mortal remains
are scattered on the lake, forever‐‐
‐ Is that like a family tradition thing?
Like some families open their presents on Christmas Eve?
That I find creepy. I love the deck.
[ Door squeaks open ]
Your brother mentioned you had some odd stuff happening here.
‐ Footsteps.
Loud bangs in the middle of the night;
the screams of tormented souls...
Uh‐uh‐huh, uh‐huh...
‐ Oof. That is scary.
‐ Yeah.
‐ How'd you hurt your arm?
‐ A whipping wind
came at me from hell itself.
Then...
a strange force
pushed me down the stairs!
Sweet god, no!
It's happening again!
‐ Right.
The wind from hell.
Or maybe...
‐ Ohh.
[ Fan blows air ]
‐ The Dyson Cool Tower up there.
You have a remote in your pocket.
Either that or you touched your butt for another reason
that's absolutely none of my business.
(fan turns off)
You're good. Okay?
A beginner would have just made some spooky noises
or rigged a door to open by itself.
But the puff of cold air? That was a nice touch.
Following it up with the physical hurl down the stairs?
Now, that is commitment to the craft.
My friend ‐‐ respect.
‐ Who the hell are you?
‐ I'm just the guy who's going to sell your cottage.
I came to see if it was supernaturally compromised.
But I think the only compromising factor...
is you.
‐ You're some kind of ghost hunter?
‐ I'm a real estate guy.
‐ You hungry? I'm hungry.
[ Eerie music ]
[ Indiscernible whispers ]
‐ LARSON: The houses that you sent to me
they are all wrong!
A complete waste of my time!
[ Office phone rings ]
Where is Luke?
‐ Uh, unfortunately,
Luke is unavailable right now.
So, i‐if you could give me a little hint of‐of what your‐‐
‐ I have a story
that needs to flow out of me.
And that cannot happen unless the environment I am in
lets that flow
remain uninterrupted.
Stacy!
Are you going to blow my flow?
‐ No.
‐ Then tomorrow
you had better show me the most messed‐up,
walls bleeding, chain rattling,
Bloody‐Mary‐in‐the‐mirror haunted houses in twelve states,
or I will be taking my business
elsewhere.
‐ So, just for clarity,
you want a house that's‐‐
‐ Haunted! Yes.
Metaphysically engaged! Demonically possessed!
I want a house
that's gonna make Amityville
look like the house on Pooh Corner.
I want a house
where every night is going to be Halloween
and where every day is going to be
Dias de los Muertos.
You comprende ?
‐ Comprendo .
[ Lively music ]
‐ Huh, we'll see.
[ Office phone rings ]
‐ So, how did it go?
‐ What a strange person.
‐ Mm‐hm.
You're welcome.
‐ This file says Larson.
There's a Larson file?
‐ Once William gets settled in a new place,
Luke starts a new file.
Abandoned places,
clients who won't listen, odds and ends.
‐ There are no details. Only addresses.
This would have been great information to have.
‐ You were so confident.
You said, "Trust me."
Next time,
consider trusting me.
‐ Luke wanted me
to do a check‐in at the Donovan house tomorrow.
‐ Portal's been closed for weeks.
Something going on?
‐ I was hoping you could tell me.
[ Office phone rings ]
‐ Is it just me,
or is Luke taking an unusual interest in this property?
‐ Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.
H. P. Lovecraft.
‐ So, it's not just me.
‐ No. He's clearly hot for the homeowner.
‐ Great. Thanks.
[ Papers rustle ]
[ Loon wails ]
[ Melancholy music ]
‐ It's not like I never left. I went to college.
‐ What'd you study?
‐ Biodiversity conservation.
Worked as a parks warden at Dogwood for three summers.
And then they offered me a supervisor position.
But, ah...
sometimes I regret not taking it.
‐ Why didn't you?
‐ That was the year Callum and I
took ownership of the cottage.
‐ After your dad passed?
‐ Somebody had to keep up the place and...
it was supposed to be temporary, but I haven't left since.
I know I'm in the right place;
place I belong.
This is nice. It's been a while
since I had someone to talk to.
So, what happens now?
‐ I put the word out. We show. We sell.
And you move on.
‐ So, meanwhile, tonight
I'll get you some clean linens
for the guest room.
‐ I have to make a few calls.
Going to take a look around.
You'll leave the door unlocked?
‐ Sure. It's a very safe neighborhood.
[ Door creaks open ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Waves gently lap shore ]
[ Eerie music ]
[ Eerie music crescendos, fades out quickly ]
I'm going to bed. The door's unlocked.
‐ Okay. Thanks. Good night.
[ Footsteps away ]
[ Eerie music builds ]
Forget something?
[ Creaking ]
[ Gentle humming ]
Harper, if this is a fake‐out,
you've outdone yourself.
[ Humming continues ]
Samantha.
[ Trembling vocalizations ]
Wait, don't go.
[ Footfall ]
[ Owl hoots ]
[ Birds chirping ]
[ Gentle music ]
[ Cutlery clinking on plate ]
[ Door opens, closes ]
Morning.
Mind if I, uh...?
‐ I remember when these chairs were filled. Mm‐hm.
My folks, my grandparents, cousins and aunts, uncles.
‐ Speaking of relatives, um...
you haven't seen any of them around lately, have you?
‐ My dead relatives?
‐ Just dotting the i's and whatnot.
‐ No.
‐ Uh‐huh.
So, uh, family meals. Was kind of a big deal?
‐ Grammy Sam had a rule: no arguing while eating.
But we fought like feral cats the rest of the time.
Did your parents fight?
‐ Hardly ever.
Anyway, I have some good news;
a lot of interested buyers.
Do you mind if I put out one of our signs?
‐ Mm. Good luck.
Mine keep blowing over and end up out in the lake.
‐ Hey, if real estate was easy,
anybody could do it.
So, uh, can I borrow your shovel?
‐ It's in the shed. I'll go grab it.
[ Uneasy music ]
[ Door closes ]
‐ Hello? Testing, testing. One, two, three.
This thing on?
[ Music box ratcheting ]
[ Wistful music box music plays ]
[ Footsteps away ]
[ Electronic buzzing and crackling]
‐ Should I grab a pork chop now?
‐ Uh, it's just interference.
Probably from your Wi‐Fi router.
[ Electronic device turning off]
Uh, welder did a fine job.
[ Footsteps ]
‐ Great.
‐ Did you, uh,
find the spectral raccoons?
‐ Hi. Uh, one of the neighbors reported a glowing raccoon
in his recycling bin.
On further reflection, the neighbor admitted that
it might have been some particularly good weed.
Or particularly bad weed.
Anyway, weed.
How's everything here?
‐ Satisfactory.
‐ Yeah, I told Luke everything is fine.
‐ Well, he likes to be thorough.
‐ He seems to have a special interest
in this house, don't you think?
I mean, I guess it's only natural,
seeing how his mother used to live next door.
[ Suspenseful music ]
‐ Luke's mother?
‐ And this was the last place that they saw her alive.
And you have no idea what I'm talking about.
Huh.
[ Birds chirping ]
[ Whispering voices ]
WHISPERING MALE VOICE: Go...
Stop, now, stop.
[ Upbeat merengue music ]
‐ Now this is what I'm talking about! Dark and foreboding.
Grand dramatic staircase. The heads of dead animals‐‐
‐ This place is trying way too hard!
What's next?
‐ We call this the Red House!
The colour of warning and danger; of seduction!
‐ And lobsters.
‐ And sexuality!
‐ And communists.
‐ And sin!
‐ And next!
[ Upbeat music continues ]
[ Doorbell chimes ]
‐ Come on!
This house is literally oozing!
With possibilities!
‐ I don't know, Sharon.
We don't seem to be clicking, do we?
Perhaps it's time for some fresh blood, so to speak.
‐ Ah, wait, I just have one more house to show you!
‐ All right. Tomorrow morning. One more.
And then we are done!
[ Dog barking in distance ]
[ Owl hoots in distance ]
[ Suspenseful music ]
[ Luke mumbling ]
[ Thumping ]
[ Thumping continues ]
‐ DEMONIC HARPER: The house is ours! Ours!
Not for sale!
‐ You know, a lot of sellers have second thoughts.
Perfectly natural.
Listen to what you're saying.
"We." "Us." Plural.
I'm all for picking your pronouns,
but it feels as if someone is using you
as their Bluetooth speaker.
‐ We are The Norths!
‐ You are Harper North.
You live in this cottage, but you are not this cottage!
[ Cottage rattles ]
‐ NORMAL HARPER: What?
How did‐‐?
‐ Listen,
this might be the
closed head injury talking here,
but I am pretty sure this has something to do with the ashes
of your dead relatives.
They are controlling you somehow...
[ Panting ]
Tying you to the property.
I can help you.
Just cut me out of these.
[ Sighs ]
[ Dramatic music ]
Rethinking that whole "cut me out of these" thing.
Don't!
[ Music decrescendos ]
[ Mumbles ]
[ Disquieting music ]
‐ DEMONIC HARPER: We are
the Norths!
[ Water laps gently on shore ]
[ Water bubbling ]
[ Demonic howl ]
[ Dramatic music ]
[ Panting ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Growling ]
[ Gentle humming ]
[ Bird warbling ]
‐ Hey. Hey, can you help me?
[ Humming stops ]
[ Owl hoots ]
It's for Harper. You love Harper.
‐ GRAMMY SAM: ♪ Let her out ♪
♪ Move them on ♪
♪ Oh, then watch her fly ♪
♪ Sdrawkab ti yalp Sdrawkab tid niw! ♪♪♪
‐ 'Kay, wait a minute?
Let her out?
Like, get Harper physically out of here?
She leaves the property...
[ Owl hooting ]
and that breaks the hold?
♪ Let her out Move them on ♪
♪ Then watch her fly ♪
♪ Sdrawkab ti yalp Sdrawkab tid niw! ♪♪♪
[ Rustling leaves ]
‐ Can you not hear me talking?
[ Wolf howls ]
Is the song the only way?
[ Footfall ]
[ Dramatic music ]
[ Grunt ]
‐ GHOST: Ha!
[ Grunting ]
[ Yells ]
[ Crow cawing ]
[ Rhythmic tense music ]
[ Birds chirping ]
[ Uplifting music ]
‐ Phil, I'm sending you a sound file.
It's a song in a language I can't identify.
See if you can find out what it says and call me.
Oh, and I kinda need it right now.
[ File sending whoosh ]
[ Quiet humming ]
[ Keys jangle ]
[ High‐pitched whine ]
‐ DEMONIC HARPER: You came back.
‐ Could I leave a message for Harper?
Can you tell her
that her dead relatives want to keep her here?
I don't know why,
but it's no life.
Not for someone as terrific
as Harper.
[ Uplifting music ]
Just think of the amazing things that she could do...
that you could do
if you leave.
You could go back to Dogwood,
wherever you want.
Let's do this.
Or undo this.
Together.
Right now.
[ Sharp inhale ]
[ Exciting music ]
Come on.
[ Car unlocking beeps ]
[ Engine revving ]
‐ This is your grand plan? Drive away really fast?
It's not going to work. I can't leave.
‐ Yes you can! You have to have faith.
What other languages does your grandmother speak?
‐ What? None that I know of.
‐ Nothing from the old country?
‐ What old country? She's from Nebraska!
[ Engine racing ]
[ Ethereal music ]
Didn't you hear me? I literally can't leave!
[ Engine turns off ]
[ Phone buzzes, jingles ]
‐ Talk to me, Phil.
‐ You okay?
‐ I've been better.
What about the song?
‐ Our database has over 6,000 languages.
This doesn't match any of them.
‐ Are you sure?
‐ There are phonetic similarities
to the Finno‐Ugric language family,
but the morphology is all wrong.
‐ Yeah, we're sure. Hey...
...did you try playing the thing backward?
[ Call hang up beep ]
♪ Move them on, Oh, then, then watch her fly ♪
♪ Sdrawkab ti yalp Sdrawkab tid niw. ♪
♪ Move them on, Oh, then, then watch her fly ♪
♪ Sdrawkab ti yalp Sdrawkab tid niw. ♪
♪ Wind it backwards Play it backwards ♪♪♪
[ Exciting music ]
turns o
‐ Seriously?
This is your best shot at keeping my business?
The...
Brady Bunch house?
‐ Yeah. Mm‐hm. That's it.
[ Mischievous music ]
‐ Give me the key.
[ Keys jangle ]
I'll take a quick look around
and then we are done.
[ Door opening ] [ Grunt ]
[ Door slams shut ]
[ Sigh ]
[ Phone clicking ]
[ House door slams shut ]
[ Car door opening ]
‐ Okay, I know it seems banal and innocuous‐‐
‐ Oh, I'll take it!
I want it.
I need it.
Make the deal!
Whatever it costs.
‐ Okay. Super!
‐ Oh, my.
[ Light music ]
‐ What happened in there?
You look like you've seen a‐‐
‐ Would you happen to have a Xanax?
‐ You picked the right agent.
[ Laughs ]
[ Elevator arriving bell ]
Guess who just closed a sale with America's
master of modern horror and the agency's
biggest pain in the ass?
This girl!
‐ Uh, you better point one of those at me.
‐ Anyway, is Luke here? I want to tell him.
‐ He's not. Which is perfect, seeing how we are spelunking
the dark crevices of his personal life.
‐ I don't spelunk.
[ Mysterious music ]
‐ So, what'd I miss?
‐ It seems Luke has a history with the Donovan place.
‐ A family thing.
‐ We just thought that he was crushing on the Donovan lady.
‐ Hm.
Both could be true.
‐ I'll take that. Thank you.
[ Chuckle ]
[ Office phone rings ]
[ Sighs ]
‐ I owe you an apology.
I was dismissive and condescending.
It is a flaw in my character and I am working on it.
Honestly, I just thought you were the office manager.
[ Scoffs ]
‐ I contain multitudes.
[ Mysterious music ]
‐ HARPER: I'll be fine.
I'll just stay if it keeps peace in the family.
‐ They are dead.
You're alive.
‐ UNCLE ROGER: We may be dead but, goddamit, we're family!
‐ COUSIN OTIS: It's his fault!
She was ours until he came along.
‐ GREAT AUNT SYLVIA: Don't be foolish. She's still ours.
Aren't you, dear?
‐ COUSIN OTIS: She damn well better be!
‐ Stop it. No fighting at dinner.
‐ She's the only one left. The next true North.
‐ Callum is such a tool.
‐ You have a duty to the family!
‐ She has a duty to herself.
‐ You!
Stay out of this!
[ Dramatic music ] [ Choking ]
[ Grunting ]
‐ Harper.
[ Coughing and gagging ]
The music box!
‐ Leave my family alone!
[ Growling ] [ Grunting ]
‐ Play it backwards.
Wind it backwards!
Backwards!
[ Music box gears ratcheting ]
[ Music box song plays ]
‐ GRAMMY SAM: Harper.
[ Groan ]
Harper, darling.
‐ Grammy Sam!
[ Excited breathing ]
‐ Oh!
‐ I'm sorry. I...
I tried to leave
and I tried to sell the cottage.
‐ Oh, no, no, no.
I'm the one who's sorry.
[ Deep sigh ]
[ Ethereal music ]
When your grandfather died,
this cottage
and the music box it inspired, well,
they became an obsession.
I lived in the past.
But one can't turn back time.
[ Dramatic music ]
And so, with that lovely melody
playing in my head
I said goodbye to this world.
And it was only in the next
that I learned the awful truth
of what I'd done.
That none of us who love this place,
or slept in its water, could move on
until that melody was turned back.
Turned back.
I had no idea that
my final act of despair would
keep you all trapped here.
But now,
we're all free.
We can move on.
And so must you.
[ Uplifting music ]
Finally,
after all these years,
someone could hear my song.
‐ Don't go.
‐ I must.
And so must you.
You can be anything.
Do anything.
But you have to move on.
[ Sigh ]
‐ Where are we going?
‐ The train station.
‐ You sure?
‐ Seven‐and‐a‐half‐hour train ride
to Dogwood State Park.
And from there...
‐ Who knows?
‐ Okay.
Let's try this again, shall we?
Boo‐yah.
‐ Boo‐yah.
‐ You are going to love the outside world.
‐ I hope so.
‐ Plus, interest rates are at an all‐time low.
[ Music crescendos ]
‐ The spreadsheet is perfect.
It's just what we need.
‐ Of course it is.
I mean "thank you". Ha.
‐ Don't even ask.
‐ That should be our company slogan.
‐ On the drive back I set up four individual showings.
Can you get them on the books?
‐ That's for the North family cottage, right?
‐ Let's just say "the cottage".
[ Heavy sigh ]
‐ You okay?
[ Light music ]
‐ How'd it go with Larson?
‐ Had to crack open your emergency envelope.
‐ And?
‐ He loved it!
‐ Master of modern horror.
‐ That Brady Bunch house looked completely harmless.
He spent a few seconds in there and came out looking like
a vegan at Sizzler. What was‐‐?
‐ That was my house. I grew up there.
I had a lot of... unusual friends.
They couldn't all come with me to college.
‐ I look forward to reading about them...
in broad daylight. With the light on.
‐ I think that would be for the best.
‐ Luke...
if you ever wanted to talk about
family and feelings and stuff, you know,
not work‐related,
I would be up for that.
‐ Thank you.
‐ Luke?
Life is short.
And sometimes you gotta step up and close escrow
before you get beat out by a better offer.
Megan Donovan.
If you like her, you should make a move.
‐ She's a client.
Neat little piles. Personal, business.
‐ That's a TED Talk, Luke.
It's not a life.
Ah. [ Knocks on door ]
[ Door squeaks ]
‐ Hey.
Are we celebrating?
Did you get an offer on the house?
‐ Uh, no.
This isn't exactly a professional visit.
It's, uh...
the other kind.
‐ Let me get some ice.
[ Door closes ]
Meet me up in the library, okay?
‐ Okay.
[ Ethereal music ]
‐ I never thought you'd come back.
[ Emotional music ]
[ Scoffs ]
‐ I saw you in the window.
I knew it was you the second that‐‐
‐ Oh, the stories we tell ourselves.
You probably had some demented fantasy
that I'd come back.
That I'd make you breakfast and
help you with your homework and
hold your forehead while you had the flu.
My only fantasy was that I'd never see you again.
Do you know how happy I was
when I found out that I was pregnant?
Your father and I had been trying for a while and,
finally, it seemed like all my dreams were coming true.
I wanted a little girl
so badly.
And when it was all over, all the sweating and the
bleeding and the cursing and the pushing,
all that I got was you.
Just the first in a series of crushing disappointments,
culminating about 73 seconds ago.
‐ Yeah.
It's going good for me, too.
‐ And you're the one seeking the truth
for everyone else,
helping others with their unfinished business
and yet, somehow,
you can't even face your own.
‐ I never deserted my family.
‐ You never had a family.
And you never will.
You tell that tramp
that I'm sharing this house with
to go back to her lawyer.
At least he knew
how to press the right buttons in‐‐
‐ Shu‐shut up!
‐ Oh, Lucas.
Is that any way to talk to Mommy?
‐ I, uh, hope you like 'em strong.
Luke?
[ Thunder rumbles ]
[ Closing theme ]