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Okay, folks. We are closed for the night. It's time to get home.
-Goodnight. -Thanks, Sara.
Get home safe.
-Night. - Goodnight.
- Thanks, Sara. -Goodnight.
["We Gotta Get out of This Place" by The Animals playing]
Time to come in, sweetie.
Just five more minutes, please?
Meagan, listen to your mom.
-Okay, Sheriff. -Let's go.
Good girl.
- Night. - Night, Sheriff.
Hurry on home.
-Checkmate. -Yeah. You got me.
You beat me, Dad.
You're still the best there is.
All right, Mr. Liu. Time to go downstairs to the basement, okay?
We… we are playing!
- Enough! - Hey. Hey.
-It's okay. -Sorry.
It's okay. It's okay.
Gina's gonna take you down to the basement,
and you can come back up in the morning. just like we talked about, remember?
You are good girl.
Oh, look. Gina's here. Let's go.
- Let's go, Mr. Liu. -Up we go. There we go.
Nice and steady, right?
-Oh, watch your step. - Careful.
Um, you have a really great way with him.
-Thank you. -Yeah.
Um, you should tell your mom she's more than welcome
to spend the night with him if she wants.
Ah.
She just keeps saying that he'll get better.
Denial is a major branch of our family tree.
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Uh, I… I guess I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah. I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Deputy.
Get home quick, okay?
Right. Yeah. Yes, ma'am.
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-Hey. We all clear? -Looks like.
All right.
Well, go on home. I'll see you in the morning.
Night, Sheriff.
Frank! Get the fuck up!
Come on, Frank! Gotta get home!
-It's getting dark out. -
-Frank! -
Oh, fuck it. Lauren's gonna kill you.
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-Is Daddy coming home? -Any second now.
He's supposed to be home before it gets dark. He promised.
Well, sometimes, your dad, he just gets a little forgetful.
That's all. You go start saying your prayers.
-I'll be there in a minute. -Okay.
God damn it, Frank.
Now, I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
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Meagan?
It's Grandma. Come to the window.
But I'm not supposed to.
It's okay. I won't tell.
It'll be our little secret.
-Do you promise? - I promise,
and I would never break a promise.
Oh!
I've missed you so much.
Meagan, what are you doing?
-You don't look like my grandma. -She's not your grandma.
I'm so lonely.
-Baby, please just-- -Maybe I can come in.
-Meagan, no! -
["Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que Sera, Sera)" playing]
Norman, you're gonna be okay.
The secret fairies are on their way back from the Lake of Tears.
They're gonna fix you!
No. The monster's claws went too deep.
Tell my friends, I'll miss them.
Tell my parents I said goodbye.
Norman? Norman! Norman! No, please!
You're my best friend!
Please, please, Norman, no!
But the fairies are coming from the Lake of Tears, right?
-They're gonna make him better. -Sorry, buddy.
Norman's dead, and when you're dead, you're gone.
Bring him back!
-You have to bring him back! -Yeah. Sometimes, life is hard, kid.
Mom, Julie killed Norman!
-Julie. -What? I'm telling him a story.
Mom, Julie killed Norman!
Julie, what are you doing?
Okay.
Hey. What happened to Norman?
-The monsters killed them. -The monsters killed him?
Well, that's good news, then.
Why?
Because there's no such thing as monsters, honey,
and if there's no such thing as monsters,
then that means that Norman's still alive, doesn't it?
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
Play with Norman.
Mornin'.
What is it this time?
Lauren rope you guys into another bake-off, or what?
Motherfucker.
What'd I tell you, Frank?
-It got late, and I didn't-- -
You got kids, you nail the windows shut.
You nail the motherfucking windows shut, Frank!
-No. No. - Right?
No. I can't. Don't.
Look. You wanna drink? You wanna drink, huh?
No. No! No!
-A man protects his family, Frank! -
A man protects his family!
-I'm sorry. -Look at what you did.
No, I'm sorry. No!
Stop your crying. Look at what you fucking did, Frank!
Open your eyes and look!
Look at what you did! Look at them! Look at them! Look at her!
-No! No! - Look at her!
No!
-No? You can't, huh? -I can't.
You can't? You can't? Huh?
Fuckin' look at her! Look at her!
I… I can't!
-Lock him up. You hear me? -
Lock him up.
I don't…
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-They're all yours, Father. -
You know what I was thinking about this morning?
Hm?
That first time we drove up to see your folks.
As I recall,
I was driving my '83 Volvo with metal on metal posing as brakes,
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