[Franklin snoring]
[snoring]
[Irene] Franklin!
Franklin!
[grunts]
[quietly] Shit.
Hey, just stay there, sweetheart.
Don't-don't... Here, let me get... let me get you.
- Did-did you hurt yourself? - No.
- There. [shuddering] - What were you doing out here?
- Somebody in the shed. - What?
- In... - Yeah. Yeah.
[panting]
Hey, down there! [panting]
You come on up now!
I-I got a weapon!
I'm not playing!
[grunting nearby]
Get up!
You all right?
[labored breathing]
- Hey. - [labored breathing]
[exhales, grunts]
[panting]
[grunts]
[groans softly]
- [grunts] - [panting]
[Irene] Where's the blood
- coming from? - I-I don't know.
Well, we got to get something to clean him up.
I'll get it. Just sit.
[grunts]
[exhales]
He could just be a junkie looking for a place to sleep.
Franklin, he was on the other side.
What? No, no. That's not where I found him.
- You-you had a lot to drink... - I know what I saw.
Well, that's just not possible.
Well, he's here, isn't he?
We don't know who this guy is,
how he got down there.
He could be dangerous.
[Irene] Oh, come on, Franklin. Look at him.
- He can't even stand up. - He's lying there,
covered in somebody else's blood.
How do you know that?
Because I can't find a wound.
[doorbell rings]
Oh, don't. Don't.
- Don't answer it. - Well, it's probably
the police. I called 'em.
Oh, my God, Franklin,
- why would you do that? - Well, all I said was
- I-I saw somebody outside. - What if they go down there?
- Well, Irene... - [doorbell rings]
- What are we supposed to do? - We have to tell them
- that it was all a misunderstanding. - We can't just
leave this guy lying...
[birds chirping]
Hey.
Hi, Tommy.
We're fine.
Yeah. Can't believe they sent the chief out for this.
No, I was just down on Mill Road when I, uh...
when I heard the call. So, where's the guy?
Uh, the-the guy just-just ran off as soon as I approached him.
- Which way did he run? - [clicks tongue]
Uh, north-ish.
North-ish?
I should, uh... I should come check the house.
- Just to be safe, you know? - Why?
No one broke in.
Better to be safe than sorry.
- Ma'am? - Yeah. Okay.
After you.
Wow.
It's been so long since I've been here.
- Really looks the same. - Well,
we're not much for change, Thomas.
My parents, they won't stop moving.
They're in, um, Florida now.
Yeah?
[chuckles]
Man.
I watched my first R-rated movie
in that room with Mike.
Um... The Fog.
Scared the bejesus out of me.
How's, uh... how's Denise doing these days?
- She's good. She's, um... - Yeah?
...getting her MBA.
- 22 years old. - Really?
She's 24, Franklin.
Time flies, huh?
She was always such a brainiac, that kid.
Uh, Mike would...
I know he'd be real proud.
- You checked back here? - I did, yeah.
Nobody, uh... nobody in the shed,
and nothing's missing.
Huh.
[man coughs]
[quietly] Thomas.
May I speak with you privately, please?
Yeah. Yeah, come on.
Yeah. Is, uh...
something going on here?
It's just...
Franklin hasn't been himself lately. He's...
he's confused.
And he started...
[sighs]
...seeing things.
I looked out the window the same time he did.
- There was no one there. - [sighs]
I'm so sorry. We've wasted your time.
Hey. There is no need to apologize.
I'm... I'm glad there's nobody creeping around.
But, um...
[inhales sharply]
God, I hate to hear that about... Mr. York.
Okay, well, I'm gonna head out.
Franklin, I'll...
I'll let you know if we find the guy, 'kay?
Thanks. Thanks for coming by, Tom.
Anytime.
What'd you say to him?
I said I couldn't stand for anyone to go
into Michael's room.
Even him.
[exhales sharply]
♪ ♪
Good morning.
Good morning, sleepyhead.
[groaning softly]
♪ ♪
[grunts softly]
[chewing]
[sniffles]
Ah.
Marmalade's fur is wild, huh?
Time for a haircut.
She hates getting it cut.
Of course, but she likes getting a treat after.
[calling in Spanish]
Vamos.
♪ ♪
[bell clanging]
Vamos, vamos, vamos, vamos, vamos.
- Vamos, vamos. - Vamos, vamos.
Van, van, van. [sniffles]
Vamos, van.
Vamos.
- Vamos, vamos, vamos, vamos. - Vamos.
Vamos. [sniffles]
- Vamos, vamos. - [llama snorts]
[sniffles]
Vamos, vamos, vamos. Vamos.
♪ ♪
Can't we skip it today, mom?
I'm going to be late.
Don't worry, there's enough time.
[creaking]
[match rattles, strikes]
[Stella and Toni praying in Spanish]
[phone vibrates]
[prayer ends]
- Amén. - Amén.
[upbeat theme music playing]
[singing in Spanish]
Good morning, Argentina...
[♪ Elvis Costello & Cami: "La Chica de Hoy"]
Okay.
We should do the shearing this weekend.
We'll save our trip to the movies for some other time.
Are you kidding?
I told you we should have done it last weekend.
Is something bothering you?
Did something happen?
You're always putting things off to the last minute.
[song volume increases]
[indistinct chatter]
[bell tolling]
Hey, Toni.
I love you.
Love you too.
[indistinct chatter]
[school bell rings]
[indistinct chatter]
Hi Toni.
Hi Matias, how are you?
What are you drawing?
It's nothing. Just stupid stuff.
Well, if it's stupid, why do you spend so much time doing it?
Always drawing.
Leave her alone.
She doesn't want to show you.
Whatever.
Don't pay attention to him.
Hey.
Can I ask you something?
Yes.
[water bubbling]
Mm-hmm.
All of it.
- Try it. - Ah...
Mm...
Needs more salt.
- Really? - Sí.
Want to do your homework in here?
Mm, no.
I have a paper due tomorrow
so I'm gonna stay in my room.
Okay. Good luck, then.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
Mwah.
♪ ♪
[insects trilling]
[laughter, whooping in distance]
Damn!
I know you said it was far away but this is way out here...
Does your mom know you're out this late, Toni?
Shut up, asshole.
Pick you up in an hour,
loverboy.
[wolf-whistles]
I wasn't sure you'd come.
So this is where you live.
Cool.
Bueno.
Stop. This is close enough.
Guau.
Look at this place.
Sí. I know it's weird.
But my family has been here for like hundreds of years.
My mom refuses to leave.
Okay, you saw it.
Whoa. What's this?
Oh. It's nothing. Matias--
Holy shit.
Who has a church in their backyard?
Can you stop that, please?
Please, let me see.
Don't you want to sit with me?
Er...
Sure.
Toni...
I have to tell you--
Am I doing it wrong?
It...
was a dare.
A dare?
The guys said they'd give me four thousand pesos
if I went inside.
You know: the haunted house.
[sighs]
I'm sorry.
What?
Everyone has heard the stories about your grandpa.
Is this where he did his cult stuff?
[stammers]
I thought you liked me...
Hey...
we can split the money.
- [door creaks open] - What are you doing in here?!?
- Nothing. - What are you doing in here?!?
Nothing!
Get out!
Get the fuck out of here. Now!
And you! Go to your room!
You're ruining my life!
♪ ♪
[clicks]
♪ ♪
[heavy door scraping]
♪ ♪
Just an old field pack.
You can find those at any army surplus store.
I told you, the guy's just a... just a drifter.
He didn't have any I.D., no wallet on him.
He's out there wandering around.
He sees the house and the shed.
Oh, look, there's a place to sleep.
He just stumbled across it by accident. That's it.
- What is that? - I don't know.
[coins jangling]
That sounds promising.
Ha. Probably stole those.
Yeah, like he knocked over a museum or something.
- Oh, come on, Franklin. - Well, it's not any more crazy
than what you're thinking, and I know what you're thinking.
Really? What am I thinking?
You said you found him over there but, Irene,
you saw what happened with the mice.
If he was over there with no kind of
space suit or anything...
I don't know. To me, that's not a human.
- That's some kind of extra... - [loud thud]
Oh, Lord.
Come on now. You're in no shape to be out of bed.
[grunts]
Come on. Back you go.
Just...
Boy, he's shaking like a leaf.
Oh, he's burning up.
We got to call an ambulance.
How would we explain it?
How we gonna explain a dead guy in our house?
- Franklin... - Well, I'm sorry, Irene, but
there's a limit. I mean, we got to do something. Look at him.
Oh, last year, when I...
when I was sick, I was just like this.
Dr. Mareese said it was a virus, and she prescribed...
Oh, what was it?
Oh, God, what did she prescribe?
- Tamiflu. - Tamiflu.
Right. Yup. See, I don't forget everything.
It was Tamiflu.
Tamiflu.
We're gonna fix you right up.
I don't know if I can do it.
Oh, be confident.
It's just a little white lie.
Plus, Warren's always at the register.
Well, yeah, what if he starts asking questions?
He won't.
It's just flu medicine
for a sick, old lady.
Right. Yeah. My wife has the flu.
Just need more of this 'cause Irene has the flu.
I believe in you, Franklin.
Well, that makes one of us.
Now, if anything happens, call me, okay?
Don't go in there.
I'll see you soon.
[engine starts]
Hey, my man, you mind if I... Yup.
- Hey, sir, can I... - No money.
I don't need any of your money, my friend.
My name is Byron Albemarle. I'm running for town council...
- Congratulations. - I just need your signature so I can get on the ballot.
I see potential
for change in Farnsworth, okay?
I can be that change.
You sound a bit big for your britches.
What party did you say?
I'm a proud independent, see? I'm not in a party.
That is silly. Cut your beard.
[scoffs] Really?
Wow. Franklin.
- Hey, can I, uh, get... - Not now.
- ...your signature. I... - Not now.
Just... hoping to...
Okay.
[pharmacist] Sir, could I help you?
Sir?
Oh, um...
Y-Yeah. I-Is Warren here?
No. I'm Hugo. Warren retired to Arizona. What can I do for you?
Um...
It's, uh... Irene...
has, um...
Warren would know. Uh, it's, uh, uh...
Well, she's got a bad... She's burning up with fever,
and, uh...
What's that in your pocket, sir?
Yeah.
That's Tamiflu.
Dr. Mareese. Let's give her a call.
- [phone dialing] - Oh, well, we couldn't reach her.
- I-I doubt if you're gonna... - [line ringing]
Hey, it's Hugo. I need to authorize a script.
Yeah, Tamiflu for Irene York.
Mm-hmm. Sure.
- He's here now. - [Mareese] Can I talk to him?
Dr. Mareese wants to talk to you.
Okay.
Uh...
Hey, Doc.
Yeah, I'm sorry, um...
[indistinct chatter over phone]
What?
[chatter continues]
On three, say, "You know the vibes." Come on, do it.
- Hold up, what does that mean? - You know the vibe.
- Just say it. You know... - I-I-I don't want to do it.
- I don't want to do it. - Bro, I'm not signing unless you do it, so...
Come on, man. Really?
Please, just sign for me.
Is-is it that hard to s...
Franklin, hey.
- I just need a... - Not now.
You know, what is the problem?
I've been nothing but a friendly neighbor to you.
I said no.
But why?
- It's nothing personal, Byron. - [engine starts]
I-I just...
don't like you.
Damn. Old-timer's cold, huh?
Just get out of here.
[clock ticking]
[man coughing]
♪ ♪
[water bubbling]
[door creaks]
We're getting you medicine, but, in the meantime,
I brought you something
that will make you feel better.
Here.
Let me hold... Just take a sip.
[grunts]
I know it tastes like dishwater, but...
- I promise it works. - [coughing]
Okay.
Just take one more sip.
Oh, there you go.
There you go.
Lay back. Just rest.
When I was little,
my grandmother, Bitsy, would make this for me.
She, uh, called it "the brew,"
and I hated it. [laughs]
Bitsy was right, though.
It does make you feel better.
I promise.
I have your book. Would you like for me to read it to you?
Let's see.
"Day,
for which Dantes had so eagerly
and impatiently waited with open eyes,
again dawned.
With the first light, Dantes resumed his search.
Again, he climbed the rocky height he had ascended
the previous evening, and strained his view
to catch every peculiarity
of the landscape..."
[Stella praying in Spanish]
[continues praying]
Amen.
Toni?
Toni!
♪ ♪
[sniffles]
Toni.
Where are you going?
To the movies.
With a knapsack?
Don't be mad at me anymore.
Can we please do a reset?
I know it's hard. Living how we do.
By ourselves, in the middle of nowhere.
Especially at your age.
It's a sacrifice...
I know.
But... hey.
God takes note.
This isn't about God.
It's about me having no friends.
About having to live in a stupid house
and look after a boring old chapel.
That's what God wants?
Why?
[sighs]
I made a promise.
As did grandpa.
And his father.
And so on.
Many.
I can't.
And I don't want to...
go back on that promise.
A promise to do what?
I didn't make a promise.
I don't want to be a prisoner to that house.
When I was your age,
grandpa Epi...
told me something I didn't understand until later.
He told me.
There is...
no greater gift in life
than having a purpose.
Is that why he went to jail?
Because he had a purpose?
You didn't need to say that.
Being a Calderon
means you're destined for a higher purpose.
I know mom, I know.
Shh!
What does that even mean?
When you're older you'll see.
I'm fifteen.
Our ancestors probably were married by now.
Tell me the truth.
I'm done with the rules.
[sighs]
Everyone in our family
we are the guardians of something very special.
And you will find out at the right moment.
It's God's will.
You sound crazy, you know that?
[phone vibrating]
[sighs]
Let's go.
We have to go!
[tires squealing]
[alarm blaring]
[grunts]
Where am I?
You're in Farnsworth, Illinois.
I'm Irene York, and this is my home.
You're safe here.
What's your name?
Uh...
Jude.
Where are you from, Jude?
Uh...
Actually, I'm not sure.
Um...
I remember walking, uh, somewhere cold.
There were mountains, and then it started to rain.
[sighs]
And then, I... I think I fell.
Everything just went black, and then somebody was carrying me.
Oh. That was my husband, Franklin.
Do you know how you got here?
No. No, I can't remember.
Well...
it'll come back to you.
Memories usually do.
[Irene] Chicago's about an hour away from here.
Have you ever been there?
[Jude] I don't think so.
Oh! You did it.
[chuckling] Oh, I'm so proud of you.
Everything is fine.
Franklin, this is Jude.
Take this.
It'll help.
Jude... Jude was just telling me that...
Hey. Are you okay?
Yeah. I'm just... just a little woozy.
Sweetheart, you're-you're pale as a ghost.
Now, have you had anything to eat today?
I still have... [mumbling]
Come on, come on.
Let's get a little something in you.
Sorry about this, Jude. [chuckles]
[lock clicks]
Hey.
[Jeanine] Long time no see.
[door slides closed]
What you got there?
Hot off the press.
Huh? Designed by the extremely talented
Jeanine Albemarle. Huh?
Wow. Look at that.
You ready to see these all over town?
You got all the signatures?
Wow, you've even got Franklin to sign.
Look.
Just one more John Hancock, and I'm official.
[sighs]
Is the pause for dramatic effect, or...?
[pen scribbling]
Wish you luck.
Also, uh, there was a police car
outside the Yorks' house this morning.
There was? What happened?
I called Mrs. Siebert down the block, and, um,
she heard that it was a prowler.
They didn't catch the guy, though.
- Hmm. - Hmm.
You were out pretty early today.
Yeah. I was picking up the signs.
Come on.
You know it wasn't me, right?
I'm not some Peeping Tom.
That's not what I said.
Okay.
I'm gonna get the rest of the signs out of the truck.
[door slides closed]
So, let's say you're the chief of marketing
for a Fortune 500 company,
and one morning your CFO pokes her head
into your office and says, "Hey,
hate to drop this on you, but
we're gonna have to make some cuts, company-wide.
And, next quarter, we are gonna be slashing your budget by 20%.
But we still need you
to keep building brand awareness.
We need you to maintain that click-through rate.
We need you to do all of those things
and hold the current revenue at what it is...
- Hey. - [Savita] ...but with way less resources
at your disposal."
Of course, your first thought is, "Oh, crap. [chuckles]
This is an impossible ask."
But is it really?
- I was not falling asleep. - You would've
nodded off in the next two minutes, I guarantee it.
[groans]
I was up late last night. Yesterday was a little draining.
Oh, yeah? Everything all right?
I don't really want to get into it.
I had to go see my dad's parents.
- Are they okay? - Yeah, they're fine.
Just getting older, you know.
- Yeah. Right. - Yeah. Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, my mom's folks... - Mm-hmm.
...a couple years back, got real bad.
Oh, no.
Yeah, my grandma,
- on Thanksgiving... - Mm-hmm.
She, uh...
she peed in the dishwasher.
Yeah, which, it sounds funny, but it was awful.
Oh, my God, that's so sad.
Yeah.
Shouldn't your dad be dealing with this?
Oh, my dad, well, he's...
He's... he's really busy.
He travels so much for work that he can't even make it out here.
- Oh, yeah? What's he do? - Yeah. He's a consultant.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
- Like McKinsey? - Oh, no.
No, no, nothing that fancy. Yeah.
He's got his own firm. They focus mainly on non-profits.
Nice. You guys close?
Yeah. Yeah, we stay connected.
Not a lot of kids would drop everything like that
to help out their grandparents.
Yeah. Well, you know, family.
[Franklin] You need to eat, sweetheart.
- You're not eating. - I'm not hungry.
Well, you're not gonna get any stronger
sitting there looking at it.
Irene, this guy is trouble any way you slice it.
If he's telling the truth,
well, then, we-we basically kidnapped him.
And he needs help from professionals, not us.
And if he's lying, well, that's worse.
Does it disturb you at all
that the most logical explanation for all this
is that he's some kind of alien?
He's not an alien, Franklin.
Well, either way,
he turned up here covered in somebody else's blood,
I mean, and you roll out the red carpet,
making him nice cups of tea and giving him clean sheets,
and we should be thinking about how to get rid of him.
It's dangerous having him here, especially now.
And would you please eat some of that goddang sandwich?
What do you mean, "especially now"?
When were you gonna tell me what Dr. Mareese said?
Yeah. They put me on the phone with her
when I was at the pharmacy.
What did she tell you?
Enough.
I didn't want to worry you, Franklin.
So, so, you were just gonna do nothing?
Hope for the best? We need to be taking care of you,
- not him. - You are taking care of me.
This is taking care of me.
And maybe...
Maybe this is what we've been waiting for.
This? How can you even say that?
I need to see where all this leads, Franklin,
and I want you there with me.
I'll do whatever the doctor tells me.
The-the exercises,
the-the treatments.
I'll even eat.
♪ ♪
[tires squeal]
Stay in the truck.
♪ ♪
I'm armed!
Put your arms up. I'm serious.
I will shoot you.
Ad majorem Dei gloriam.
Ad majorem mundi sine peccatum.
It's been a while.
Look how grown-up she is now.
- Are you training her? - [Stella] Why are you here?
Are you okay?
Who is he?
Yes, I'm okay.
Stay there.
It's good.
Needs more salt, though.
Relax, Stella. Please, sit.
I'm glad to see you still have a gun.
You'll be needing that.
[Irene] Well, it's been a long day.
I think we could all use a good night's sleep.
There's food here for you
in case you get hungry in the night,
and I left you a fresh pair of pajamas.
Oh, and, uh,
take another one of these.
This will help.
Have a good night, Jude.
We'll be right upstairs if you need us.
Thank you, Irene.
You go on ahead, sweetheart. I'll be up in a minute.
Just gonna have a little chat with Jude. Man-to-man.
Are you feeling better?
Irene tells me you don't remember much.
That must not feel so great.
I don't know if she mentioned it,
but when we found you in the backyard,
you were covered in blood.
Somebody else's, must have been.
Do you remember anything about that?
Uh, no. I-I don't remember anything.
Hmm.
This was our son's room.
Michael.
He died a little over 20 years ago.
Time does not take that pain away.
And Irene has never really...
She's a smart woman.
Smartest person I've ever met, maybe.
But she's headstrong.
Always thinks that she knows best.
But nobody's right every time.
I'm just gonna come out and say it, Jude.
I don't trust you.
And I sure as hell don't want you here.
But Irene's got it in her head that you're special.
She-she needs you to be.
So, for her, I'm gonna let you stay.
For a bit.
But if you ever do anything that puts her
in the tiniest little bit of danger...
...you'll regret it.
Can you remember that?
Yeah.
All right, then.
- [taps wall] - Good talk.
[Jude] Good night.
Franklin.
[lock clicks]
Well, this is me.
Thanks for dinner.
Yeah, course. Anytime.
Hey, if you don't want to go home yet,
I live right around the corner.
I make a mean cup of chamomile tea.
[chuckles]
Cliff, I-I have to tell you something.
Oh, you are dating someone.
N-No. No. [chuckles] N-No.
Um...
- All that stuff about my family earlier? - Yeah.
About my dad
and how close we are?
It was a lie.
My dad, he...
he killed himself when I was five years old.
I-It's hard for me to talk about.
Denise, that's...
I'm so sorry. I...
I-I should probably go.
[train passing]
♪ ♪
[Franklin exhales]
Hey, there.
[Irene] Hey, there. What you doing?
Where'd that little fucker go?
- [Irene] You curse too much. - [Franklin] So?
[Irene] You curse so much I start to do it,
and I end up saying the f-word in front of my students.
So cut it.
All right. Where'd that little fadoodle go, then?
- Ugh. Never mind, that is worse. - Uh-huh.
Ah! [grunts, chuckles]
[exhales]
Mr. Groth told me
that he's never seen someone take to carpentry so quickly.
Granted, he's not upping my wage.
What?
Franklin, I'm pregnant.
I, um...
I went to the doctor last week.
He called earlier with the results.
Forget about this fucking cabinet. [laughs]
- We're gonna be parents. - [laughs] Be careful.
- Be careful. See? - Oh.
- That's why you got to be careful. - [laughs]
[crickets chirping]
♪ ♪
[metallic scratching]
♪ ♪
[floor creaks]
♪ ♪
[grunting softly]
[breathing shakily]
[panting]
[shattering]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
♪ ♪