- Hey, Troy. You're a dork. - Oh, shut up.
Hey, freak.
Excuse me.
You are going to die in there.
Shut your mouth or we're gonna kick your ass.
We got bats.
I hate trees.
You're gonna regret it.
Yeah!
Troy!
Awesome.
- Go. - You go, shithead.
Check it out.
It stinks in here.
It stinks like shit.
Remember last summer when we got the raccoon stuck in our chimney?
That's what it smells like. Let's go find it.
No, it smells bad. I'm getting out of here.
Troy?
Who's down there?
Cut it out, Troy.
Cut it out.
- So are your periods regular again? - Every other month.
Not that I'm really complaining after all that blood.
Ben hates blood.
You having issues with arousal?
Not when I'm by myself.
Hmm. You can lie back.
Well, I've recently had some success with women your age...
using bioidentical treatments and hormones.
- For what? - Well, it's sort of a preemptive strike.
You see, your body is like a house.
You can fix the tiles in the bathroom and the kitchen...
but if the foundation is decaying, well, you're wasting your time.
- What are the side effects? - You can sit up.
Well, the B.H.R.T.'s are great for your skin, your organs.
Most of the women I give these to tell me they make them feel 10 years younger.
I don't know. I don't even let my family drink out of plastic bottles.
Taking a bunch of hormones when I don't even know what the side effects are?
- I'd just- - Feel and look 10 years younger.
I don't need hormones, Doctor.
I'm just trying to get control...
of my body again after what happened.
And I'm offering you something to help you get that back.
I'm not a house.
Vivien, what are you so afraid of?
- 911. - I have an intruder in my house.
- You sure it's not a member of your family? - No. Nobody is home.
- What's the address? - 35 Drumlin Road.
- We're sending a patrol car. - Please hurry. Please.
Oh, my God. Oh, Viv, no.
No. No-
Viv. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. No.
No- Ah!
You're gonna regret it. You're gonna regret it.
- The light is different out here. It's softer. - It's called smog.
You should be excited, Vi.
You can stop sneaking cigarettes and just start taking deep breaths.
- I need to go to the bathroom. - We're almost there.
- I need to go. - Vi, it's a freeway.
Really. Where do you want me to pull over?
Maybe the Honda next to us has a bathroom or something.
Bet if baby substitute had to shit, you'd find somewhere.
Really, Violet? I hate that word unless I'm saying it.
You know, I'm really glad we named you Violet instead of our second choice.
- Which was? - Sunshine.
It's funny. Come on. You gotta admit it's funny.
I love it.
Don't you love it, hon?
I mean, it looks even better than it did online.
Yeah, it's- It's interesting.
Great. So we're the Addams Family now.
Hey! Crabby pants!
- Come here. - What are you doing?
- Isn't this place amazing? - Hmm.
Welcome.
It's a classic L.A. Victorian...
built around 1920 by the doctor to the stars at the time.
- It's just fabulous. - These are real Tiffany fixtures.
As you can see, the previous owners really loved this place like a child.
They restored everything.
- Gay? - What do you think?
Tiffany. Wow.
- Do you cook? - Viv is a great cook.
I got her cooking lessons a few years ago...
and she ended up teaching the teacher a few things.
Cooking lessons. Romantic.
- Aren't you a psychologist? - Psychiatrist.
You said something on the phone about there being a study that I could use as a home office?
I'm planning on seeing patients here...
so I can spend more time with the family.
How refreshing.
Violet, honey, would you go see where Hallie went?
Thank you.
What are you yapping at?
When I saw the pictures of this room online...
I thought maybe you could use it as your music room.
Are you a musician?
- I was. - Cellist. Very good one, in fact.
Why did you quit?
This wallpaper is peeling over here.
Looks like maybe there's a mural underneath it.
The last owners probably covered it up. They were modernists.
Speaking of the last owners...
full disclosure requires that I tell you about what happened to them.
Oh, God. They didn't die in here or anything, did they?
Yes, actually. Both of them. Murder-suicide.
I sold them the house too.
They were just the sweetest couple. You never know, I guess.
That explains why it's half the price of every other house in the neighborhood, I guess.
I do have a very nice mid-century ranch, but it's in the Valley...
and you're going to get a third of the house for twice the price.
- Great. - Where'd it happen?
The basement.
We'll take it.
Come on, baby. Let's go to bed. Leave that for the morning.
I'm a little bit worried about Violet. You know?
These kids here are very different.
I don't know if she can handle another year not fitting in.
You mean... you can't?
I can't believe this place doesn't freak you out a little because of what happened here.
My repulsion is tempered by the fact that this house is worth four times what we paid for it.
So, let's not think about it.
This is your professional advice, Doctor?
Just denial?
Come on. Let me give you a little love.
Moving here, buying this house...
was the exact right thing to do...
for us... and our family.
It's a good thing.
And we deserve some good after all the shit we've been through.
I-I've got some stuff I want to...
unpack down in the kitchen.
I appreciate that you're trying.
I'm trying too.
Okay.
It's just gonna take some time.
- So I let him. - Do coke off your nipples?
They were numb for, like, two days.
Hey! Student council passed a rule against smoking in public spaces.
- Secondhand smoke kills. - I'm new. I didn't know.
What the hell is wrong with you?
People sit here. They eat here.
You don't know me. Why are you doing this?
Leah's grandmother died of lung cancer. She takes this stuff pretty seriously.
Eat it. Eat it or I'm gonna kick the shit out of you.
- No. - Come on, Leah. That's enough.
No, no, no. I want to see her eat it.
- Yes! Eat it! - Leah, seriously, she's, like, 12.
You are dead!
Whoo!
- You're gonna die in here. - Who are you?
- What are you doing? What are you doing here? - Adelaide.
Adelaide.
Adelaide. Adelaide.
I put on Dora the Explorer for you, so you would sit and watch it.
It was Go, Diego, Go. I don't like it.
Oh, brown cartoon characters. You can't tell the difference.
- Excuse me. - Hi.
Hi.
I'm Constance, your neighbor from next door...
and this is my girl, Adelaide.
Hello.
Go home, Addy. Now.
That girl is a monster.
I love her, and I'm a good Christian...
but Jesus H. Christ...
if they'd invented some of those tests a few years ago, I would have-
How did you get into my house?
You left your back door open.
Although I have to tell you, Addy will always find a way in.
She has a bug up her ass about this house. Always has.
- You have the loveliest things. - Thank you.
- Have you got a dog? - I-I do have a dog, yes.
I run a little kennel out of my house.
- Doggy day care kind of a thing and- - How nice.
Well, I prefer purebreds.
I adore the beauty of a long line...
but there's always room in my home for mongrels.
Oh. Oh, my.
Look at those earrings.
Are those real diamonds?
Not that home-shopping shit?
No.
I used to have diamonds like that.
Different pair for every day of the week.
- Did your husband give them to you? - He did. Mm-hmm.
They always do when you're young and pretty.
Are you Southern?
Proud Virginian.
The Old Dominion, born and bred.
Thank you for noticing.
I came out here to be a movie star.
Did the screen tests and everything.
But nudity was the big deal then.
The morals were just beginning to collapse...
and I wasn't about to have my green pasture flashed 70 feet high...
for every man, woman and child to see.
So I took that little butterfly of a dream...
and put it in a jar on the shelf.
And, uh, soon after came the mongoloid...
and, of course, I couldn't work after that.
It has been so great to meet you.
I just, you know- I wasn't prepared for guests at all.
I'm gone.
Oh, I brought you this.
You know, a little, um, housewarming.
Thank you.
Addy wanted to bake you a pie...
but she tends to spit in the cooking...
so I thought this would be better.
Help get rid of some of that bad juju.
I don't remember your name.
Right, no. I never got a chance to tell you my name.
- Oh. - My name is Vivien Harmon.
Anyway, relax and enjoy.
Let me know if you need any help with that pup.
Will do.
I'm glad you're getting rid of that wallpaper.
I thought those people were supposed to be stylish.
It's sage- for cleansing...
the... spirits in the house.
Too many bad memories in here.
What happened? Are you okay?
Oh. I guess these guys were into the kinky stuff, huh?
- Should I try it on? - That's not funny.
I think I'd look good in that.
What happened?
- Holy shit. - Let's get rid of it.
Come on. Let's go downstairs. Come on.
Watch the stairs.
So, Tate, these fantasies started two years ago?
- Three years ago? When? - Two years ago.
It's always the same. It starts the same way.
How? Tell me.
I prepare for the noble war.
I'm calm. I know the secret.
I know what's coming, and I know no one can stop me, including myself.
Do you target people who have been mean to you or unkind?
I kill people I like.
Can I help you?
Some of them beg for their life.
I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything.
It's a filthy world we live in.
It's a filthy, goddamn, helpless world.
And, honestly, I feel like I'm helping to take them away...
from the shit and the piss and the vomit that run in the streets.
I'm helping to take them somewhere clean and kind.
There's something about all that blood, man.
I drown in it.
The Indians believed that blood holds all the bad spirits.
Once a month in ceremonies, they would cut themselves to let the spirits go free.
There's something smart about that.
Very smart. I like that.
You think I'm crazy?
No.
I think you're creative, and I think you have a lot of pain you're not dealing with.
- My mother's probably worried about me, right? - I'm sure she is.
She's a cocksucker. I mean, literally a cocksucker.
She used to suck the guy off next door all the time. My dad found out, and he left.
He left me alone with a cocksucker.
Can you imagine? How sick is that?
- I've heard a lot worse. - Cool.
Can you tell me some? I like stories.
No. I can't.
The world is a filthy place.
It's a filthy, goddamn, horror show.
There's so much pain, you know?
There's so much.
You're doing it wrong.
How'd you get in here?
If you're trying to kill yourself, you might also try locking the door.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Viv, no.
No! No-
Ben, what are you doing?
Am I in a dream?
May I help you?
I'm Moira O'Hara. I'm the housekeeper.
Oh. I didn't know the place came with a housekeeper.
Why are you hanging your sheets?
Perfectly good electric dryer inside.
I don't like all those chemicals in the fabric softener...
so I just like to do it naturally.
I work Monday through Thursday.
- Thanksgiving on, Christmas off. - Um-
That was the deal with the last fellows.
I'm sorry. I'm just not sure that we're gonna need a housekeeper.
What have you been using to clean the floorboards?
- Murphy's Oil Soap. - Oh, no.
White vinegar. Oil soap kills the wood.
I like that better. It's more natural.
- Have you ever owned a house this old before? - No.
It has a personality, feelings.
Mistreat it and you'll regret it.
May I come in?
My cab's left, and I'd like to call another.
So you worked for the previous owners?
I've been the housekeeper here for years. They come, they go. I stay.
They were both nice boys, the ones before you.
I found the bodies.
What happened? I mean, I hate to gossip.
They fought a lot.
Money, I think. But who can know when something so horrible happens?
Sometimes people just go mad.
I cleaned the mess.
You'd never know.
Can I ask you a personal question?
Do you ever get tired of cleaning up other people's messes?
We're women. It's what we do.
- I just get paid for it. - Yes.
Oh, hey, this is my husband, Ben.
Ben, this is Moira O'Hara. She was the housekeeper for the previous owner.
Nice to meet you.
That's my cab.
- I'll use the lavatory first if you don't mind. - Sure.
What do you think?
Wait, you-you- you want to hire her?
Yeah. I mean, she's a little kooky, but she seems trustworthy.
She knows the house really well, and I feel like I could just use the help.
So, can you start tomorrow?
- Thursday's better, but I'll make it work. - Okay.
And you know, Moira, you don't have to wear the housekeeper's uniform.
You can just wear your own clothes.
I don't like cleaning people's houses in my own clothes.
What?
Nothing.
Just- You just always surprise me.
I like that.
You're gonna have to forgive me one day.
- You mind if I tape this? - No.
- You taking your medications? - Yes.
Any side effects?
I was taking them at night, but they kept me up.
- What'd you do? - Started taking them in the morning.
Light sensitivity is pretty common.
Maybe. Yeah, I think so.
When I was in medical school, they brought in this C.I.A. interrogator...
to help us better identify who was lying.
This guy was like 6'50", crew cut.
He must have been one hell of an interrogator because I'll tell you somethin'-
I'd be terrified to lie to him.
You think I'm lying to you?
- Light sensitivity isn't a side effect of Lexapro, Tate. - So you lied to me.
What is important, if you're telling the truth about doing these things to your classmates...
if you are actually a danger to society...
the law says that I have to report you to the police.
Did you call them?
Not yet.
I've treated psychotics before...
and people with the right combination of chemical imbalance...
and psychological damage that can't be reached.
You think that's me?
You think I can't get better?
You? Are you kidding me? You're hopeless.
Everybody can get better, Tate. Everybody.
I just think you're scared. Of what, I'm not sure yet.
Maybe rejection, certainly because of what your father did to you.
I was afraid my big dick wouldn't work.
What?
Yeah, that's why I didn't take the meds.
I was afraid my dick wouldn't work.
Because I met someone.
This one I did after my dad left. I was 10, I think.
Last week, first day at my new school. Sucks.
Westfield, right? The worst. I got thrown out of there.
I hate it here. I hate everyone.
All their bougie designer bullshit.
East Coast was much cooler. I mean, at least we had weather.
- I love it when the leaves change. - Yeah, me too.
- Why'd you move here? - My dad had an affair.
My mom literally caught him in the act.
That's horrible.
If you love someone, you should never hurt them. Never.
Right? I know.
And the worst part is that six months earlier...
my mom had, like, this brutal miscarriage.
The baby was seven months old, and we had to have this macabre funeral.
Have you ever seen a baby coffin?
I'm sorry.
Why are you seeing my dad?
Don't ask questions you already know the answer to. You're smarter than that.
Wanna listen to Morrisey?
He's cool, and he's pissy, and he hates everyone and everything.
Got any Kurt Cobain on that thing?
- What are you doing in here? - Just listening to music, Dad.
You need to leave, Tate. You shouldn't be in here. I think you know that. Please.
What's that thing you think I'm afraid of? Fear of rejection?
Stay away from him.
- Dad, nothing- - You heard me!
Destroy! Destroy! Destroy!
Hey, babe, you seen my razor blades?
Your family is in danger.
What are you doing?
Why are you in my house?
I want you to stay out of my house.
Do you understand?
- Can I smoke in here? - No.
Adelaide, answer me please.
Can I pet your dog?
No. Adelaide, I want you to stay out of the house.
I want you to stop coming in and opening things up and telling me I'm gonna die.
She said that?
She says that to everybody.
Say you're sorry, Addy.
- No. They did it. - Who did it?
- The twins. - Shh.
Can I pet your dog?
No. Adelaide, listen to me.
I want you to stop coming in here without permission.
- Am I clear? - Vivien.
- Am I clear? - Yes.
Thank you.
Time to go, Addy.
Hallie!
Are you okay?
She shouldn't have done that.
Sorry about all this.
You touch my kid one more time...
and I will break your goddamn arm.
No, I have no evidence of any past violence.
No, I don't have his Social.
Listen, do not transfer me again.
I'm trying to report a patient of high school age that I believe could be dangerous.
Yes. Yes, I'll hold.
Unbelievable.
May I clean in here?
It's not a good time, Moira.
It's Thursday.
I get off in 20 minutes.
If I don't do it now, it's not getting done until Monday.
Am I distracting you?
Why don't you touch me a little?
- Get out. - What are you afraid of?
Your wife's not home.
She's probably at Pilates.
I won't tell.
Oh, God.
I didn't tell when you saw me playing with myself the other day.
Please just go.
Did you touch yourself after?
- Please just go. - You did.
Do it again.
Show me.
Shit!
Violet.
Violet!
Damn it!
- I'm not scared of you! - You should be!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Get off. Get off!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Oh! She freaking burned me!
My professional opinion?
Whoever painted this wall had some deep psychological issues.
- I thought you had a patient. - Ah, they bailed.
- Do you want some help cleaning up? - Yeah.
Thanks.
This thing doesn't tweak you out?
There's something about it that I find weirdly comforting.
One of my psych professors told me that people tell stories that cope with their fears.
All art and myths are just creations...
to give us some sense of control over the things we're scared of.
Afraid of dying? Create reincarnation.
Afraid of evil? Create a benevolent God who sends evildoers to hell.
I think I just like that I don't have to think while I do it.
Okay.
I always thought you were prettiest like this.
No makeup, messy hair, a little sweaty.
I'm old.
Stop.
You're beautiful.
You are.
You know that?
Violet won't be home for an hour.
- No. Okay? Ben. Ben. - Come on, babe.
No.
Sorry. I'm just not-
How long, Viv?
How long are you gonna punish me for?
I'm not punishing you, you narcissistic asshole.
I'm trying to figure out how to forgive you...
for having sex with one of your students.
You want me to have sex with you?
I can't even look at your face, Ben...
without seeing the expression on it...
while you were pile-driving her in our bed!
I screwed up!
How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?
I was hurting too!
Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Did- Did the life that was growing inside you die...
and did you have to carry that around in your belly?
The dead corpse of our baby son?
Did you have to go into labor and deliver our child, dead?
My son died too! My baby died too!
And you buried your sorrow in some 21-year-old's pussy.
You know, I could show you statistics on how many men cheat after a miscarriage.
I was there for you, Viv.
I was patient and understanding and caring, and I put your feelings first.
My hero.
I don't even know how to say this without coming off like an asshole.
You know what? Just go ahead. Really.
Never stopped you before.
You're so angry. Why don't you really tell it like it is?
Six months of therapy...
with you apologizing and crying was bullshit.
So, please, tell me how you really feel.
You got a dog.
I needed you, and you got a dog.
It was me you should've been curling up with at night.
Not a dog!
- Oh, so- - I needed you.
You needed me? So she was revenge because you needed me?
Because I wasn't there for you in your time of need?
Now I get it.
We haven't had sex in almost a year.
Yeah. You think I don't know that?
October 20th.
We had great sex, Viv.
It was loving and sexy and personal and even a little-
even a little weird.
I love you.
I moved across country for you...
because in all my life the only thing I've been truly scared of is losing you...
losing this family.
Something horrible happened to us...
and we handled it even more horribly.
But this- this place...
is our second chance, Viv.
It's our second chance.
But I just-
I just need...
to know that you want it too.
Tell me I-
What are you doing?
Viv.
Viv, stop it. What are you doing?
No.
We're gonna be happy here.
Here you go, Hallie.
Good girl. Good girl.
Hey.
Whoa. Come here.
- What happened to your face? - Fell down.
Come here. Sit, sit, sit.
- Boy or girl? - Girls. Three of them.
Hope they look worse than you do.
- Do you know their names? - I'm not narcing.
You know, we can easily move you to a different school.
There are a lot of really good private schools right in this neighborhood.
I'm not running away. I'm not scared of them.
Not afraid of anything.
It's like that time in kindergarten...
when you insisted that I bring you home from the slumber party...
'cause all the other girls were sleeping with the night light on.
I know you've gotten the short end of the stick lately.
This move and...
your dad and I haven't exactly been great to be around.
Why don't you guys get divorced if you're so miserable?
We still love each other.
You could have fooled me.
I thought you hated each other. Well, at least you hated him.
I don't blame you. He was a shithead.
Sorry.
It's okay. He was a shithead.
You know, we've got a lot of history.
Your dad's been through a lot. I've been through a lot.
Guess we need each other.
What are you scared of?
You said I'm not scared of anything. So what scares you?
Lately?
Everything.
Life will do that to you.
I hate her.
- I just want to kill her. - Then do it.
One less high school bitch making the lives of the less fortunate more tolerable is...
in my opinion, a public service.
You want her to leave you alone? Stop making your life a living hell?
Short of killing her, there's only one solution- Scare her.
Make her afraid of you. That's the only thing bullies react to.
- How? - It's simple. You simply walk up to her and say-
Here's the deal. I need you to stop harassing me. I got what you want- drugs.
Come to my house tomorrow for your free sample. I'm a dealer and a good one.
I got the best shit in town.
She's a cokehead. I don't have coke.
You won't need any. It's just an excuse to get her here.
After that, she'll leave empty-handed and terrified...
and I promise you, you'll never be bothered by her again.
- How am I gonna terrify her? - Helter skelter.
That's where I come in.
Hot.
I thought I told you to throw that thing away.
Oh, you're not talking?
Well, I'll give you points for creativity.
We were pretty hot this afternoon.
You really want to go for round two, huh?
Come on. I can be kinky.
Now is not your time.
Enjoy the house.
Go back to bed.
I love you.
I love you too.
- What's down there? - My stash.
Parents toss my room every week.
- If you're screwing with me- - It's just the basement.
I found the best hiding place. This is great shit too.
A lot of the coke coming into the U.S. from Central America...
is smuggled in on lobster boats from Gloucester.
Used to show my boobs to the lobstermen in return for a key or two before they cut it.
So where is it?
Right around the corner.
- To the right. - This place is a dump.
Oh, shut up.
I want my goddamn drugs.
Then keep going.
So this is the coke whore.
Who the hell are you?
Get the lights.
What is going on? What is going on?
Come on, whore! Come on!
Coke whore!
Get off of me. Get off!
Get it off!
Get it off me! Get it off!
Stop!
Mommy?
Leah, wait!
- I don't think she'll be bothering you anymore. - What was that?
What? She kneed me in the balls and got away. She must have run into a wall or something.
- No, I saw something! - Violet, you're talking crazy.
This is cool. We showed that bitch.
Get out. I never want to see you again.
I thought you weren't afraid of anything!
Who are you? And why are you following me?
Your family is in danger.
What happened to you?
Pretty, aren't I?
It's over 70% of my body.
I'm Larry Harvey.
And you have to get out of that house.
I could have you arrested.
Peeking in people's windows is still a crime. Even in L.A.
They're not gonna put me back into jail.
I have brain cancer.
It's terminal, inoperable.
I'm sorry.
Don't be. That's the only reason they let me out.
Homicide. Triple homicide.
I was in that house for six months before I started hearing voices.
My wife thought I was working too hard.
My daughter Angie was six.
The older one, Margaret, was 10.
She looked like her mother.
It's funny how it skips a generation like that.
I killed them...
all.
Lorraine was ill that night.
She took a pill. She went to bed early, my wife.
And then I, uh- I put the girls down.
And then the voices started.
They told me what to do.
I was like...
an obedient child.
I-
I don't know how I put myself out.
I remember that night, but...
it's like a dream.
Have-
Have you been sleepwalking?
Yeah. Look up my case. Read the transcript.
Listen to me. I'm a doctor.
They may not put you back in jail...
but I can certainly have you committed to a state mental institution.
And trust me, those places make prison look like Club Med.
Leave my family alone. Do you hear me?
Please. Please. Please. You have to get out of there!
That place is evil.
Get off of me!
Leave us alone! Leave us alone!
Hmm.
Put those earrings back.
Jesus H. Christ. You almost gave me a heart attack.
Those belong to madam.
This is her house, not yours.
Why is it that it is always the old whore...
who acts the part of a moralistic prude?
I'd be nervous if I were you too.
When things go missing...
they always blame the new maid.
I'd move if I were you.
Don't make me kill you again.
Hey.
What do you want for dinner?
Whatever you want.
I think I want Indian food.
You only like Indian food when you're pregnant.
Really?
Mmm.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Hey, I got it!