SurrealEstate (2021) s01e10 Episode Script

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Previously, on SurrealEstate.
Your grandfather he accidentally
opened some sort of gateway.
Place is at least a 100 years old
and there's nothing on it prior to 1987.
What, you don't believe
in soulmates, either?
Kyle Sommer.
Started taking oxy to handle the pain.
- He was dead by summer.
- This haunted-house,
demon stuff is really a leap for me.
Can you still do the things?
Only when I absolutely have to.
The Donovan house.
A riddle wrapped in an enigma
ever since Luke's mother
walked in all those years ago
and disappeared into the wind.
We thought we knew its secrets
and understood its power over us.
We thought we battled its
demons and fought them,
at the very least
to a draw
and that by sealing the
portal in the basement,
we had sealed our victory.
We believed the Donovan
house had been reduced
to a curiosity,
an object of study and wonder.
Fascinating, metaphysically complex,
yet ultimately harmless.
And now I find myself
in a very dark place,
made even darker
by how wrong we were.
Hey.
Luke?
Let me see your eyes.
Still two of 'em?
No, your pupils look okay.
How do you feel?
Sore.
Technicolor headache.
Well, officially, you have a concussion,
two cracked ribs and a lot of bruising.
What do you remember from last night?
I remember an express-lane wedding.
Hm.
Remember getting a message from August.
Where's August? Did we find him?
No. It's only been a few hours.
The others are looking for him.
I, uh, think they're
going back to the house.
You tell them not to use the front door.
One thing we're not gonna
do is use the front door.
There's gotta be another way in.
Well, there's a back
door, but I'm not sure
the results will be any different.
That place spit Luke out
like a watermelon seed.
He's still not answering.
He could be hurt! Or worse.
Keep a good thought, Z.
Come on, this is August
that we're talking about!
We can't just sit here and do nothing!
Do we have plans to the house?
A house that big and only
a few ways in and out?
That's the way they made them back then.
Hm.
What?
I just thought of an idea.
I gotta head back to
the Hall of Records.
Hurry! Please.
Meanwhile, let's just
not do anything dumb.
There's a back door off the kitchen.
No way into the cellar from outside?
Nothing that I know of.
Susan,
can I ask you something?
I mean, you're a rational person, right?
I used to be.
Does all of this ever get to you?
I mean,
until a little while ago,
I didn't believe in anything
that wasn't empirically true,
that couldn't be proven
under laboratory conditions.
The things I've seen
these past few months
feel like one big hallucination:
a fever dream.
And I have these moments
where I wonder if it's
just not time to
Time to wake up?
You shouldn't be up.
Any word from August?
Those last texts from August
- Where's my phone?
- No. I'll get it, hm?
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
I'm just really worried about August.
I think we should call the police.
- He's a missing person.
- And tell them what, Susan?
Best case scenario: they
think we're all insane.
Worst case: a cop tries to go in
that front door and gets what I got.
Then you got SWAT teams,
you got helicopters
they bust in and they
find nothing inside.
Then we are insane.
Either way, it ends
with us in restraints
talking to a forensic psychologist,
eating tapioca with soft utensils.
Zooey
Stay out! Stay out!
Kyle?
Okay, no, I don't know
what Zooey's up to.
Okay, well see if you can find
her and we'll all circle back
to the office. I think I
found a way into the house.
Hey, um, put Luke on, would you?
Hey.
How are you?
Oh, moving slowly.
Hey, uh
I need to talk to you
about something I found
when I was looking through all
those birth and death records.
Could it wait until
after we find August?
I think you're going
to want to see this.
I will email you the files.
Okay.
Whatever.
Just find August. Nothing else matters.
- And you're sure it was ?
- Kyle? Yeah.
He had the same cut on
his chin and he was wearing
the red letterman's jacket
that we buried him in.
He told me to stay out.
So,
on that subject
I never did find anything on
the Donovan place. It, uh
Lives in the land of dreams. But
Meet the Hendersons.
They're 160 yards away
from the Donovan place
on the site of a
torn-down carriage house
whose floor plan is on file.
And it indicates
A tunnel.
So, what are we gonna tell this guy?
We're gonna need some
weapons-grade bullshit.
Watch and learn.
- Mr. Henderson?
- Yeah?
My name is Susan Ireland, Mr. Henderson.
These are my associates,
Ms. L'Enfant and Mr. Orley.
We're with The Roman Agency.
We're a specialty real estate
brokerage and we have a client
who is very interested in your house.
- This place?
- Our client has some rather strict criteria,
so if we could come in
and do a quick assessment,
we can get the ball rolling.
No. I'm not interested.
Our client is very
Look, I'm getting ready
to leave for the weekend.
- I'm I'm not interested in selling.
- Mr. Henderson,
if you look at the back
of my business card,
you'll find a number that represents
our client's initial offer.
Perhaps we can start with the basement?
I love what you've done down here.
Way to not chase those trends.
Uh, so I, uh, called my neighbor,
Miss Donovan, as you suggested.
She said I can trust you.
Good to hear.
Look, I, uh, really gotta go.
Uh, make sure to lock up
the door when you leave.
Ah, Mr. Henderson! Before you go
You haven't noticed anything
unusual over the past few weeks?
Unusual? How?
Noises. Lights.
Sudden variations in temperature.
A feeling of general anxiety?
No. None of that stuff.
There was a bunch of dead-eyed kids
playing Red Rover in
the hallway last night.
Might wanna not mention
that to your client.
So, he usually keeps all
the good stuff on him, but
August does keep a go-bag as backup.
Okay, let's see: the Donovan house is
that-a-way, so maybe
this wall?
Or or maybe that one?
That one.
No, this is just drywall.
I could call Anthony.
I'm pretty sure he's got the
right tools for this and that
- Zooey, I wouldn't do that!
- Shh!
Never talk during somebody's backswing.
God, you're a terrible patient.
I'm feeling better.
I can't just lie there.
I can't miss this lab.
Are you are you sure
you're going to be all right?
I'm fine.
Hey, thanks for taking care of me.
And for putting in a good
word with that Henderson guy.
What?
Luke,
would it be o
Will you be okay if I
stayed at my place tonight?
Sure.
Whatever works.
I'm gonna be really busy
over the next few weeks.
Getting ready to apply
to residencies and all.
That's gonna be really exciting.
I guess
I guess maybe you'll
see me if you have time.
You know where I am.
Let me know when you find August?
This isn't so bad.
How'd you even know this was down here?
During prohibition, some
bootleggers would link
their main residence
to the carriage house
by underground tunnels.
Made it easier to move merchandise
Did you hear that?
Someone's a little tense.
- I'm vigilant.
- Okay, so, then you're jumpy.
- I'm alert.
- Cut it out.
- Well, she started it.
- Well, I'm finishing it.
Ah
Okay, time to move a little faster now.
- How much further?
- I don't know. 50 yards?
And what if there's a
locked door at the end?
I know you can hear me.
I don't think so.
Knock it off.
This night
has been a very long time in the making.
Who are you?
I am the house.
The house is me.
Who are those guys?
Spirits of the house
and they look pissed.
Do you think they're going to hurt us?
Gee, should we ask 'em?
August's glasses where are they?
Shit! I dropped them in the tunnel!
Okay, we should split
up and find August.
Oh, yeah. Splitting up 'cause
that works so well in the movies!
Well, we could stay clustered together
like little kids playing soccer,
but it'll take three
times longer to find him.
Okay.
Okay, we split up.
You still remember those last rites?
I know this basement pretty well,
so I'll poke around down here.
I'll check the main level.
I'll get upstairs.
- We meet back here in 15 minutes?
- Mm-hm.
Okay.
Ooh!
The portal was here before the house.
Before history.
And when the house was
built, the portal remained.
I thought it was a way into the world.
But I was wrong, wasn't I?
It's a way out.
- And when we closed it
- When you closed it,
all those poor souls just
lingered on here.
Their presence
gave me a power beyond what
I had ever imagined before.
They created chaos.
I adore chaos.
And emotion, love,
sadness, longing, regret.
I feast on them.
- Darla?
- Hello, Augie.
Darla, I
Is it you?
Are you really ?
What happened to your hair?
Time.
Not long ago
Not long at all, by my time reckoning,
I received a very special visitor
and I think she has your eyes.
You two talking about little old me?
Lucas.
Looks like you have an owie.
Yeah?
Well, if I'm so special,
why'd you punt me off the
front porch last night?
Your
gifts
make you a somewhat
unpredictable adversary.
I feel much safer in the house
today with all your friends.
- If you hurt them, I swear to God !
- Relax.
They're all enjoying lovely
little reunions of their own,
inspired by yours.
I can only hope they'll all be as
Complicated.
Daddy?
First of all, don't ask
the obvious question,
the question I would ask if I were you.
I have no idea why I'm here.
I mean, where are we? Clearly not
the pages of Architectural Digest.
Okay, perfectly
understandable. I'll just
wait a second while you gather yourself.
By the way, you look fabulous.
Those cheekbones.
I see a bit of your mother in there,
but it's mostly me. You're welcome.
Daddy.
August?
Padre Felipe.
Father Diaz?
Ola. ¿Cómo estás?
You never said goodbye.
If I had known how
little time we'd have,
I would have spent
every minute with you.
When we were married,
all those years ago,
I seem to recall something
about "until death do us part."
What can I say?
I meet a woman my age,
someone perfectly nice, even
someone to whom I'm
mildly attracted and
and I quickly realize they are
merely a faint reflection of you.
You're haunted.
We try not to use that word around here.
Trying to figure out if you're real, or
something the house
conjured up, or, uh
Ah, Felipe.
When did you become so cynical?
- Father Diaz?
- Oh!
It was perhaps when you turned your back
on the church that raised you.
Oh, no, you got things mixed up, Padre.
- It was the other way around.
- Ah, mierda.
- I could on I could only do so
- Oh, please!
Spare me your tired, self-righteous
"Oh, the church didn't like me
because I like men" rhetoric.
If recent history teaches us anything,
it is that perversion is not
exclusionary to the calling.
Pardon
Pardon me?
Perversion?
These reunions, they're real?
Aren't they wonderful?
I now realize that
some of our worst fears
are not about hell
beasts and nightmares. No!
They're centered on the
ones we loved and lost.
Did we fail them?
Disappoint them?
Will we ever love again?
And worst of all:
were we ever really
loved in the first place?
I thought you were mad at me.
Why would I be mad at you?
We had that massive fight, remember?
Oh, I don't think I do.
About school. I wanted to
switch my major from business
administration to art history
- and you said I was
- Oh, God. What did I say?
You said I was "an overprivileged,
crunchy granola candy-ass."
Yeah, that kind of sounds like me.
And I got mad and I called you
a cold, grasping capitalist
corporate asshole.
Not inaccurate, but ow.
And then I hung up on you.
And then the next day
Wh what happened next day?
You had a massive cerebral hemorrhage.
Oh.
Must have slipped my mind. Ba-dum-bum.
Looking for my friend.
Maybe you've seen him?
Tall, bald, got a beard.
Yeah. He's in the basement.
He wasn't there. I was just there.
He is now.
The house is always changing,
moving things around.
You never called.
Or emailed or sent a text.
You just
blinked out like a
Christmas light, or
a dead star.
I had problems.
We had a plan.
I was going to go first, you
were gonna work for a year
and then you were supposed to follow.
Things went wrong.
I should never have gone without you.
Bullshit.
You had a scholarship.
You had brains! Ambition, direction.
You were brilliant!
Oh, yeah.
Getting hooked on Oxy
and falling off a roof.
That was some real
four-dimensional chess
I was playing there.
I should never have left you.
Ahh.
I've learned a lot from you, my dear.
You taught me that fear flashes bright
and fades quickly.
But despair
Despair is a slow and
painful burn.
I have to go now.
Why?
Can't you stay longer? I want more time.
- We deserve more time
- "Flowers shall grow,
and I am in them,
and that is
eternity."
Edvard Munch.
Hey. Hey!
Couple of cross words doesn't erase
a lifetime of loving you and your mom.
You loved us?
Never said it.
You hardly ever showed it.
Were we supposed to guess?
I tried so hard to make you love me.
In some awful ways, I
feel like I'm still trying.
Still, you're my dad.
And I-I hated the thought
our last words were
angry and mean.
I was hoping
Never mind.
I'm sorry.
Listen to me
we don't have time.
What happened to me
that was not your fault.
It was bad luck.
And a few bad decisions.
And that's all on me.
So, get over it.
And get your friends and get outta here.
Goodbye.
Zooey,
- you won't believe what just happened.
- Later.
We gotta go. August is
in the basement. Come on.
But we were just there!
We spent so much time on the
ancient rites of exorcism.
Maybe we should have done a refresher
- on the vow of celibacy.
- No, I never broke my promise.
I never broke my promise.
You, all of you
- the corporation you broke yours.
- And that promise was
what?
Matthew 28:20.
"Lo, I am with you always,
even unto the end of the world."
I always wondered what you'd think.
How you'd feel.
Kinda hoped you'd want me to be happy.
Happy?
I trained you to slay dragons.
What a waste.
A slow, painful burn.
It just never goes away.
- Does it, my dear?
- Okay.
Let's talk about you.
Because you are sure
as hell not my mother.
- Any luck?
- He's down here!
- What?
- August?
August!
Hey! Hey! Oh.
- I was just in here.
- Oh, I just
I just crawled in here a moment ago.
I believe I have a minor fracture
of the right tibia-fibula.
Your text said that you were afraid.
Had I time to continue,
it would have read,
"I'm afraid I'm in the shit."
That's the August I know.
It seems the portal we welded
shut was a route of egress,
rather than ingress.
So, instead of preventing things
from coming into our world,
we prevented them from leaving.
So, let's open it back up.
It will take an acetylene
torch to sever the weld.
It burns at 6,300
degrees Fahrenheit. I
I have one back in my shop.
Great.
So, one of us should go get it and
the rest of us should stay here.
Who wants to stay?
- No, thanks.
- Pass.
Or, perhaps, we all leave here
now and live to fight another day.
- I like that idea.
- Come on.
When that portal reopens,
the pressure will suck in
every extranormal entity
- like a Roomba in an ant farm.
- Works for me.
I checked the basement
earlier. Where were you?
I saw Darla.
- My wife.
- I saw my dad.
He actually said he was sorry.
First time ever.
My dead boyfriend, Kyle, says hi.
Turns out it's not my fault
he's my dead boyfriend Kyle.
What about you, Phil? You see anybody?
Nobody special.
Saw the Certificate of Stillbirth.
Shows that a few minutes after
the birth of Lucas Cromwell Roman,
the doctors delivered
a stillborn baby girl.
She died
just an hour before delivery.
12 minutes.
720 seconds
from entering the world
and your goddamned umbilical cord
wrapped around my neck!
Oops.
And you got to live.
Nearly 37 years experiencing love, joy,
pain, trauma, regret.
All I got was darkness
and loss.
But we are still connected, you and I.
That's why you can
see the things you see,
reason with them, talk to them.
We have a link,
the connection only twins can share.
- So, if you're not my mother, you
- Oh, poor woman.
I'm afraid I made her
life rather miserable
- in those first few years.
- Why?
She had one job!
I loathed her weakness,
her failure to bring me
safely into the world.
And, later,
it just became a giggle.
A diversion.
A constant song of rage and regret
playing in her head over and over.
Add in a healthy dose
of postpartum depression,
and all those horrible creatures
that follow you around.
No wonder the poor woman left.
Wait
She's still out there?
Alive?
My mother?
We are done with her.
She's served her purpose
she brought you to us.
How did you two find each other?
It was fate.
Kismet.
Are we trapped?
- Thanks, girl.
- We need to go back! Come on!
Come on.
Here is what I propose:
you've had your 36 years of life.
It's only fair that I
should get the next 36 or so.
It's only fair.
36 years
to drink in all of the sensations
and emotions that come with being alive.
And, unlike you,
I shall revel in them!
I'll just need you to do
one little thing for me.
I'll need you to die.
- No, don't close the door!
- Wha Are you sure?
Yeah.
Do you have those goggles in your bag?
Yeah yeah yeah. I'll get them.
What, exactly, is your plan?
Girlfriend's gonna bring
us the gift of fire.
You guys have to look away.
It's about to get very crowded in here.
They're attracted to our life force.
Yeah, well, I'm still using mine.
Excuse me?
By your own hand would
be neatest, of course.
So, gun to the mouth; severed carotid;
handful of pills if you're squeamish.
You aren't squeamish,
are you, big brother?
That's not gonna happen.
Oh, well.
I tried.
Ahh
How's it going, Susan?
Just a little bit longer.
Careful! It's going to be hot.
Hurry up!
It's coming! Come on! Get up!
This house is clean,
bitch!
We really need to leave the lid open.
Okay. I just needed that moment.
Thank you.
It's better to burn out than fade away.
Neil Young.
- Luke!
- Aw, buddy.
Are you okay?
How long have you been here?
Feels like forever.
Hey! You okay?
Something's changed.
I feel it, too.
The
What I do
Moving things around,
the fires
It always felt like this
shameful,
secret thing that only
happened when I was
upset or
or scared.
In case of emergency, break glass.
Yeah.
But since I
since we
started working together,
it's been different.
I'm not
scared of it anymore.
And tonight
Tonight, for the first
time in my entire life,
I I really felt like
I was in control.
It was precise.
It was not emotional. It was
Tactical.
And,
honestly, it was a rush!
It was fun!
Ah! I've never felt this way.
The voices
the ones I've heard since I was little.
They're not there.
- What do you mean?
- Not there.
Gone. Silent.
I try to reach out, but
- Maybe you're just tired.
- No.
I got nothing.
Hey, I can handle things
for a little while.
I'm afraid you're gonna have to.
Dad? Are you even here?
Come on.
Tell me a joke.
Rattle a chain, knock a ten-pin over
Anything.
'Cause I'm not sure I can
handle losing you again.
Dad
Why didn't you tell me?