…a furnished basement is quite unusual for the area.
Fifteen-foot ceilings throughout.
Library on the second floor with the fireplace.
Of course, the grand fireplace is on the first floor.
This is quite a desirable neighborhood.
It's unusual to have three units available here on Spruce Street.
All right.
Well, if you guys are ready, we can take a look inside.
Lovely neighborhood, isn't it? Just a dream.
Come on.
Garlic. Try the garlic and olive oil with that or--
Jericho, look. Mommy's awake. Say, "Hi, Mommy."
-Hey, honey. -Hey, Dottie.
Hey, you hungry? Sit. I got breakfast.
You want some juice? I'll make you some juice.
-There's coffee on the stove, Dorothy. -Yeah, or coffee. Whatever you need.
Figured today would be the day you made it down,
so I have a savory amaranth porridge,
mulberry scones, a satsuma preserve and slab bacon.
How you feeling? Rested?
Yeah, well, trazodone will do that.
Those are the park people.
Oh, yeah, said he wanted to help out.
We fought Frank on those pills. You shouldn't have to take those.
And I told our ass of a father if he ever forgets his keys
or single lyric to a Steely Dan song, I'm having him locked up for dementia.
He's not welcome back in this house. Not until you say so.
Agreed.
We all know that Frank isn't the problem here.
It's us. You and me.
What you tried to do to me, having me sent away…
A lot of people wouldn't be able to get past that.
But I came here to help you,
and that's what I'm going to do.
Even if you don't want it.
So I just need you to stop fighting me
so that we can all go back to being a family.
I wanna start fresh.
And you don't have to worry about me being angry with you, Dorothy.
Because I forgive you,
and I will always forgive you.
I pushed things too far.
You were just trying to help. I see that now.
I'm sorry, Leanne. Won't happen again.
I think a fresh start sounds like a good idea.
Come on, you can do it.
Come on.
You want your monkey? You gotta crawl to it.
You buying this?
You're doing it.
Yeah, me neither.
-Good job. -Good job.
She's being smart. She's playing the game. Keeping us out of it.
I can see why she's being cautious.
Dorothy only plays games when she's already won in her head.
Leanne's so innocent 'cause you're fucking her now?
I just know Leanne would never hurt Dorothy.
She's harmless.
Right.
We should keep an eye on both of them. In case this goes south.
Do you wanna stop?
Yes, maybe. You don't mind, do you?
No, of course not.
Let's do this again tomorrow though.
I didn't realize how badly my body needed it.
Mine too.
Should I take Jericho?
Yes. That'd be good.
Maybe I could get a little nap.
Just don't let him crawl without me.
Push him down if he tries.
All the years we've been together, do you know how many times
you've apologized and meant it?
I'm sorry, Sean. How many?
Let me in on this. Whatever it is you're planning.
Planning? I'm just trying to be agreeable. That's what you wanted.
Come on, I know you.
You're plotting something against us so that when we least expect it, you can--
I can what?
What exactly can I do, Sean?
When Dr. Mackenzie said I was a danger to Jericho,
I looked right in your eyes.
You may not have wanted me to leave,
but you did believe I could hurt our son.
I'll never forget that.
Did you hear something about Milo?
I'm sorry.
There's nothing.
They did this to him.
To hurt us.
I will not suffer injustice.
Do you believe her?
When we were in middle school,
Dottie punched this little asshole called Kevin Parker.
She got suspended for a week and forced to write a letter of apology.
Instead, she writes him a note saying he deserved it for making fun of me.
My sister isn't one to suffer injustice.
I think it's time we put the past behind us.
Is everything okay, Sean?
No.
Did you have anything to do with Isabelle?
I think you've had too much to drink.
That's not an answer.
Is it Dorothy?
She's angry.
I think she's gonna do something stupid.
I see.
Thank you for telling me.
I don't know why it's so hard for her to love us.
Wait. If she does do something, don't hurt her.
You got to promise me.
Is that why you're out here?
You actually believe that I would hurt Dorothy?
Good night, Sean.
Boop!
Rise and shine, sleepyhead. It's almost 9:00.
Is everything okay?
Of course.
I just thought maybe we could go for a walk.
Coffee's on the bedside. I'll see you downstairs in a few.
Yes.
I wanted to bring you here because I want you to see for yourself
how safe you are with my friends.
I tell them about you.
About what you mean to me. About what our family means.
Eleven News is looking for a new morning anchor.
What?
One of my friends found it in the dumpster by the TV studio.
Jannette Dash is retiring this summer.
Dorothy, this could be an amazing opportunity for you.
You wouldn't have to be out in the field reporting on things that are beneath you.
The hours are steady.
You could be home in time to have dinner with Sean, put Jericho to sleep.
It's everything that you have ever wanted.
They won't have me.
They might.
I'm just trying to show you that we're all on the same side.
You're getting it in your eyes.
Who's my clean little angel?
Mama.
Yes.
Mama.
That's me!
I'm your mama.
Your first word was "Mama."
Mama. Mama.
I dressed up nice, like you people asked.
-Anyone gonna throw me a compliment? -No time.
Almost through here.
Taste?
That's amazing.
Perfectly balanced.
Where did you learn to make that?
You made this for me the week we moved in.
I didn't know you were watching. What other secrets are you hiding?
No. Absolutely not.
Really? Now?
-Why not? -What is it?
It's our mother's '78 Romanée-Conti. It's fucking nectar ambrosia.
Zeus himself is still sitting on his bottles.
Well, we're not Zeus.
It's Tuesday. On a Tuesday, Dorothy?
Tuesday never stopped Mom.
And unless you plan on relapsing, I don't think you have much of a say.
That's not fair. This isn't about my sobriety.
This is about Mom.
-As soon as we open that… -She's gone.
I know.
That's why it's perfect.
We could all use a fresh start.
Right?
One glass won't hurt.
Said every alcoholic, ever.
You've quit once. You can quit again.
Trust me. I won't let you fall.
Julian, you don't have to--
I can do this. Open it.
-Are you sure? -We all knew I was gonna relapse anyway.
Might as well be this glass.
Okay. Well, then I'm getting the decanter and the burgundy crystal.
To mothers.
And to new beginnings.
What do you taste?
Old fireworks.
A barn in fall.
Violets.
Mom's favorite.
Fuck.
Dorothy?
Let me speak, Sean.
It's clear you and I haven't been seeing things the same way.
Sometimes I wonder if you even like this life we've built together.
Or if I somehow got it wrong. But…
You have these beliefs now…
that I just can't share.
And I have been so angry with you about it.
I'm not anymore.
You turned to faith.
I turned to anger.
I suppose that makes you more noble.
I'm sorry.
Dorothy.
I'm so sorry too. I--
It took me a while.
But I got her to trust me.
I'll be able to do what we need--
Hush.
Her story begins.
It feeds on darkness.
Grows stronger each night.
Things are decaying.
The house is filled with parasites.
Do you smell the rot?
What the hell happens now?
The end.
God, where's your Binky? It was just right here.
He's going to be cold in that.
Get out of my way.
Where will you go?
Somewhere far from here.
What will you do there?
I'll start over.
Can I come?
No.
Don't you get it? No!
I'll follow you wherever you go.
It doesn't matter how far.
Leanne, you can have it all.
It's yours.
The house, my brother, my husband.
Whatever you want. Take it.
Please, just let me take my child and leave.
I'm doing this for you.
Sean! Julian!
What the fuck is going on? Dorothy, why are you dressed?
-Dorothy, stop! -Give me Jericho.
-No! -Why don't we all just calm down?
-Shut up, Julian! Move. -Why do you want to leave me?
I'm not your fucking mother.
I'm not your friend. I am your boss.
And you are just a sad and delusional girl who needs help.
And you somehow convinced these two fucking idiots to believe you.
Dorothy, why don't I hold him?
Don't you dare look at me like that. Not now.
No. No one's looking at you any way.
I will never let anything bad happen to him. Never.
I know. I know.
I'm leaving now.
I'm sorry, Dorothy.
No!
Dorothy! Jesus! Julian!
Fuck, fuck! Julian, dial 911!
-Oh, shit! Shit! -Hurry up! Now!
I'm calling them!
-Julian, do something! -Give me a minute!
Please, we need help!
Dorothy! Dorothy!
-I called an ambulance. -Julian!