911 operator. What's your emergency?
- Hello? - Beth? Hi.
My mom just wanted to let you know
she will be swinging by tomorrow to pick up some left-over cake.
Rory. You're an angel.
Go to hell.
Hello?
I told you what I'd do.
Sorry. Didn't need to make such an entrance.
Here. Come on in.
What? Why did she wants us to just dump the plants?
I don't know, dude. Just cut her a break.
She's been through a lot.
You said we'll be out of here...
- She's in danger! - Send her to a shel...
That's literally why they have homeless shelters!
Okay, maybe you're just too young and selfish
to remember this, Rus,
but we've had to be put up before.
Jean. Is not your job!
Yeah, whatever Rus, your hate is showing.
Freaking idiotic request. How is this our problem?
- Mature! - "The plants made me do it."
Please, just be quiet, okay?
Everything will be different for you right now.
Sorry. Boys are so emotional.
We're new in town and I think he's just kind of...
adjusting.
I'll just finish cleaning up and then I'll get you situated.
Thank you, Jean.
Do your hand. As in "put your hands in the air."
You still owe me your name.
Oh, um... I'm Lily, this is Laura.
- Is she okay... - Don't.
Sorry.
It's been a long day and she doesn't go easy with strangers.
You know what? I'm going to let her be.
No worries, Lily. Close by heart.
Is there some place without windows
where I can get cleaned up?
Yeah. Yeah, there's bathroom in the back.
And no offense but you, like, need it.
Come on.
And I think we might have an old stroller for you two.
I just need for things to go well for me tonight,
okay?
I'm doing what you always said, taking care of the roaches.
Sounds like you got her down without too much of a fight.
Let's get you ready for that wash.
My cousin mailed me some homemade soaps.
Hopefully, it doesn't tear your skin off.
Lavender.
Violent offenders they work with,
but also some really misunderstood guys in there.
So... you want to tell me who you're running from?
You wouldn't believe me.
Imagine I would.
Listen, my mom was a nurse. They know how to dance.
You'll probably think that I'm schizophrenic,
and you'll just going to ask me questions
until you knew enough to commit me.
Okay, how about this?
In exchange for the wash you owe me your story.
Because, I mean... I can sit here all night,
you know, I've got my tea
and I got all my dial holes, I got my files...
My ex is violent.
She hurts people.
And I know is not long until she hurts even more,
and I can't go to anybody about it
because they all think I'm this horrible disgusting person.
You strike me as pretty nice.
No, they're right about me.
I'm a horrible disgusting person.
Lily, don't ever say that about yourself.
Ever. Okay?
It's poison.
Hey...
come on.
Anyways...
I'm going to let you get washed up.
Kelly?
Evie?
What are you doing? Are you okay?
I'm going to kill her.
I'm going to kill the Birch and I need your help.
Uh, okay. Who told you those manners?
- Did dad teach you that? Mom? - Just look.
She just threw that on the trash,
and I also saw this file at work.
Lily is Evie Grayson,
the girl who went on a killing spree
and vanished.
We need to call the police, like, now.
Alright, yeah, I mean...
Look, I heard the stories, Rus.
But I also heard that there's a lot that's still strange
and unknown...
You know when you're watching a movie and go like,
"uh, don't go into that spooky basement,
there's some freaky stuff down there?"
You're like happily tap dancing your way
into the spooky basement.
What do I always say?
"Don't act like you know shit,"
Right.
Cops aren't friends, dude.
People get stuff wrong all the time.
The police will strip her from her child like that,
no questions ask.
How do you know she's not hurting it?
How do you know is even hers?