01x06 - Least You Had a Spare

[bunniefuu]

♪ ♪

[birds singing]

- [dogs barking]
- [human panting]

[human whimpering, panting]

[water gurgling rapidly]

[gasps sharply]

[coughs]

[coughing]

[coughs, breathes wheezily]

[gasping for air]

[coughs]

[coughs]

[coughs]

- [distant barking]
- [woman] Get him!

[barking continues]

- [barking]
- [g*nsh*t]

[panting]

Aah! [grunts]

[groans]

- [g*nsh*t]
- [gasps]

[panting]

- [g*nsh*t]
- Aah!

[rustling]

[footsteps approaching]

[creaking]

[shotgun racks]

[quietly] Shh, shh. Shh.

[woman screams]

[dogs bark in distance]

[muffled whimper]

- [whimpers softly]
- [clang]

[g*nsh*t]

Oh, f*ck.

[panting]

[panting loudly]

[clears throat]

Oh, thank f*cking God.

[quietly] Hey.

- Oh.
- [engine revs]

f*ck!

[engine revving]

[chain-link fence rattles]

sh*t. sh*t.

sh*t.

[breathing heavily]

[insects trilling]

Oh, f*ck!

[panting]

[panting]

[sighs, chuckles softly]

[inhales] Oh, sh*t.

- [engine revs]
- [grunts]

- [grunts]
- [truck door opens]

[panting]

[groans]

[panting]

[whimpers]

[panting]

[line ringing]

[loud music playing]

[phone ringing]

- [grunting]
- [Courtney] Hey.

- Arthur's about to smash Manny's face in.
- [grunts]

[Kelly] Come on, Manny!

- Baby's got to eat tomorrow!
- Mom.

Mom, please. Mom?

[Courtney] Honey? You there?

Mom. I need your help.

It's a butt-dial.

Oh, k*ll him!

- [Kelly] Maim him, too!
- [phone ringing]

[Courtney] Ooh, you're
gonna owe me 50, girl.

[groans]

[gasps]

[groans]

[groans]

[panting]

[whimpers softly]

- [truck door closes]
- [engine starts]

- [♪ Lala Lala: "Fantasy Movie"]
- ♪ Just to be around you ♪

♪ Just to watch you talk ♪

♪ I know it's not real, but ♪

♪ Can we live in a song? ♪

♪ 'Cause I stay on an island ♪

♪ But I've always
loved to swim ♪

♪ Maybe it's not real, but ♪

♪ I can feel it when we sing ♪

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Hey.

- I thought maybe you got caught or something.
- Aw.

Who are you gonna worry
about next year without me?

Myself.

Wack. Come on.

I mean... who else
is gonna give me sh*t

about listening to
Daniel Johnston?

Please. Everyone knows
that you are deep and moody.

Oh, hey.

♪ All eyes turn to you ♪

♪ What's it like
to be so magic...

[Lennon] Aw. She's shy.

♪ I can sense you walk away? ♪

♪ Everything is boring ♪

♪ That you didn't say...

Do you want to
watch them pee, too?

You're disgusting.

Dude, you've known
that since second grade.

Come on. Let's bouncy house.

[gasps loudly, coughs]

[labored breathing]

Ry?

Why don't I smell coffee?

[groans] Ry?

[grunts]

[inhales sharply]

After what you did
to my vag coming out,

the least you could do is
make the f*cking coffee.

[exhales]

[sucks in through teeth]

Borrowed your jacket last night.

Some drunk-ass bitch
threw wine at me, so...

not my fault.

Ry?

At least somebody
got lucky last night.

[birds singing]

[Margot] New hookup?

[sighs]

It's just... it's this guy
named Fred Phillips.

Hmm. Best man in the
cult wedding of the century.

I mean, Clara was def hotter
back then, but your dad...

[chuckles] I mean,
he's a total zaddy.

I totally wish I
could unhear that.

[grunts] Sorry.

It's just, do you think
they might still be in love?

No way. He's f*cking
that policewoman.

You of all people should
know, f*cking's not feeling.

Obviously, like, for me,
but my dad's, like, old.

I'm just saying.

Maybe that's why Clara's
been k*lling everyone.

You know, to get revenge
for her one true love

who lost his daughter.

I mean, my dad has
some deep f*cking issues,

but there's no way
he would want that.

Are you sure?

I mean, I know
you're his favorite, but

Alison was his daughter, too.

Yeah, it's not
like I can ask him.

Uh, you should ask the best man.

Find out if Clara's the
obsessive murderous type.

Not in those exact words.

Okay, maybe, but I can't find
him on Facebook or Insta or...

- Hmm. Tried LinkedIn?
- Hmm?

It's what all the
old people use.

[Margot chuckles softly]

[chuckles softly]

You're a genius.

So much smarter
than Dylan, right?

[doorbell rings]

Hey, Margot.

Is Lennon here? She's
not answering her phone.

Probably because she
doesn't want to speak to you.

Well... [clears throat]

I'd like to hear that from
her, if you don't mind.

I do.

[Kyle] Hey.

There a problem here?

No, not at all.

I just want to talk to Lennon.

I told him it
wasn't a good time.

Have her call me?

[grunting]

[breathes heavily]

[exhales]

Dylan!

[wind chimes tinkling]

Hannah?!

[chimes tinkling]

What kind of store doesn't
have goddamned business hours?

[birds singing]

[door creaks open]

- What the...?
- [Dylan] Ow!

f*ck.

- [sighs]
- f*ck!

That's what you get for
sneaking up on people.

Do you need something?

My moms are at a yoga retreat.

Yeah, of course they are.

So, you and Riley?

It's about time
you stuck it to her.

So she asleep in your
truck or something?

Uh... R-Riley's not here.

Then where the hell is she?

I don't know.

Um...

I just...

When's the last
time you saw her?

[Wade] I went back

and found traces of those
same spiders in the cranial cavity

of Harold and Officer Cruise.

Doug was right, as usual.

We have a serial
k*ller amongst us.

[scoffs] Whatever.

Thanks, Wade.

And no other connections
to any of the victims?

- [Courtney arguing loudly] -
There can't be that many people

breeding nonindigenous
spiders on the island.

[officer] Stop! You
can't go back there!

You're disobeying
a direct police order.

Get the f*ck off
me! Where's my kid?

Ma'am, if you don't
leave right now,

- I'll be forced to arrest you.
- Okay.

Why don't you arrest her

- for b*ating me up in high school?
- Okay.

I didn't b*at you up. It's fine.

- [officer] Copy that, Chief.
- What's going on?

You need to release my kid,

or I'm gonna sue your ass

for giving her a phone
call I couldn't hear.

I don't think we
have Riley in custody.

Just old Mrs. Granger.

Her usual indecent exposure.

Then where the hell is she?

- Have you tried calling her?
- [Courtney] Yes, Mei.

I am not an idiot. She
didn't f*cking answer.

I'm sure she's fine.

- We stayed out all night at her age, too, okay?
- [scoffs]

So if you haven't heard
from her in a couple of days,

come back, we'll file a report.

[scoffs]

All right, so what
do these spiders eat

besides, you know, brains?

Hey! My kid is missing.

Maybe she got up early
and went to Pyramids.

Carl said it was f*ring.

Riley sucks at surfing. I am
telling you, something is wrong.

You need to get off
your ass and find her!

There is nothing official
we can do for 48 hours.

In 48 hours, she could be dead.

There's a f*cking
k*ller out there

that you haven't f*cking caught.

[Kalama] The k*ller only targets

- reasonably attractive males.
- I'm sure

she's fine, Courtney.

We'll keep an eye out.

f*ck you, Lyla.

I'll find her myself.

And if anyone has hurt my baby,

you're all gonna
wish you were dead.

Sorry about that.
Back to spiders.

Let's call every pet shop
and aquarium on the island.

See if anyone's
putting in regular orders

for live feeder insects.

[Kalama] Yes, ma'am.

I see you, you little
secret hottie. [chuckles]

- You're wasted.
- And honest.

Whip out these f*cking
milky milks and own it.

Let's show Dylan the real you.

- Why?
- So he can see what he's missing.

♪ Can we live in a song? ♪

♪ 'Cause I stay on an island ♪

He sees you now.

♪ But I've always
loved to swim ♪

♪ Maybe it's not real, but ♪

♪ I can feel it when we sing ♪

♪ ♪

[Riley] Come dance.

You look like a
legit ho right now.

Babe, I'm sorry.

I-I'm just telling you
because I love you.

I know. Thanks.

♪ Everything is boring ♪

♪ That you didn't say ♪

♪ ♪

I can't believe
you left her there.

I thought she was with you.

Why would she be with
me? You're her bestie.

You drove her there.

- What?
- Stop. Stop, okay?

I walked home, too.

I mean, she texted she got out.

I mean, we all
thought she was safe.

Maybe she turned her
phone off to do a drug deal.

They do that sometimes
so people can't track them.

She's not in some
Columbian drug cartel.

The k*ller always texts
after they k*ll someone.

First the video of
Johnny, and then...

[Margot] Yes, we all know about

- that pathetic excuse for a sex tape.
- [Dylan] My point is

that we haven't gotten a text.

- That is a good sign.
- [Alison] And we can't just

rely on a psycho
k*ller to text regularly.

We need to try to find her.

[knocking]

I'm having private time.

What the f*ck,
Kyle? Are you deaf?

I said I'm having private time.

[Kyle] Got to get to
your appointment.

Your mom said no excuses.

sh*t. I have therapy.

Promise you'll
update me constantly.

I don't know what I'll do if
something happened to our Riri.

[Bruce] So,

uh, you were the line cook
on the Limp Shrimp truck.

Yeah. My brother runs it.

- [phone camera clicks]
- Right.

You know, I'm
looking for someone

a little more professional.

Thanks for coming in.

Cool. Could I just get
a selfie in the bathroom,

you know, where those
dudes got capped?

Brah, come on.
It's just a selfie.

Get the f*ck out of here.

Brah? What is up?

Did you, like, do
it or something?

I don't think you want
to post that and find out.

Hey, brah, no selfies
in the bathroom,

if that's what you're thinking.

I'm thinking you
pee outside, freak.

[sighs] Hey, Courtney.

I'm sorry, we're not
open yet. Should be soon.

I don't care about
my stupid job.

I mean, I need the goddamned
money, but I can't find Riley.

She's not here. Did
you try calling her?

Why does everyone
keep asking me that?

Do I look like a f*cking idiot?

She didn't answer, and your
girlfriend won't look for her.

Well, listen, I'm sure
Riley's fine, all right?

Teenagers do this
sh*t all the time.

No, don't pat me.
This is serious.

You need to tell your
f*ck buddy to quit looking

for k*ller spiders
and find my kid.

I have this sick feeling inside.

You know what I mean?

Like, sick... like when
your kid's in trouble.

I'll, um...

Yeah, I'll talk to Lyla.

See if there's
anything she can do.

[voice breaking] I
cannot lose my baby.

Believe me, I know.

At least you had a spare.

[phone chimes]

Is that Riley?

No.

- [music playing
in truck] - Whoa!

[music recedes]

- You okay?
- [chuckles softly] Yeah.

Seriously?

When did this become
our f*cking lives?

[chuckles softly]

- Yeah, searching the side
of the road, - [clears throat]

while a k*ller fucks with us

isn't what you
meant when you said,

"Our futures will be brighter
than we can ever imagine."

When the f*ck did I say that?

Your valedictorian speech.

Right. God, that sucked.

Maybe I do deserve to die.

Ah, I bet this guy's
life sucks, too.

It's not exactly how any of us
thought things would turn out.

[Alison] At least
you got to go to MIT.

I mean, it's all you talked
about since, like, second grade,

when the rest of us were
all obsessed with Furbys.

[Dylan] It wasn't what
I expected, either.

Sorry.

What the f*ck's a Furby?

Just this weird robot thing
with, like, big eyes and...

I mean, you didn't
miss anything.

She was definitely
dating the clown.

[chuckling softly]

Do you remember in, um... in
fourth grade when that kid Joe

made fun of Riley for
wearing the same clothes,

like, two days in a row?

I mean, you felt so bad
that you came to school

wearing the same clothes
for, like, three weeks straight.

Forgot about that.

Yeah, that's when I
realized you were, um...

[Dylan] A total simp?

I didn't think you were
paying attention to anything

except how to b*at me.

Yeah, I never could.

You were valedictorian.

Only 'cause I cheated.

I mean,

I may or may not
have f*cked Mr. Haskell

to get an "A" in A.P. Bio.

Oh, that.

What? You knew?

Everyone knew you'd
do anything to win.

Wow. Okay.

It's not all that flattering.

So why'd you hook up with me?

It was grad night.

You gave me dr*gs.

Yeah, there was that.

And I was into you.

I thought you loved Alison.

I did.

Maybe I just remind you of her.

You're nothing like her.

I'm just f*cked-up.

[rustling]

[Alison] Riley?

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God! Riley!
- Riley!

Riley!

Oh. Hey, puppy.

[Dylan] What you got there?

- Oh!
- Whoa! [gasping]

[panting]

The police found your spiders.

Two visits in one week?

Finding your way back?

[sighs] You need to leave.

Someone broke in last night.

Went through the photo albums.

I told you to get rid of those.

You have no authority here.

I know that makes
you uncomfortable.

I'm just trying to help you.

I'm not the one who needs help.

Police are gonna figure out
where those spiders came from.

Even if I did leave, your
secrets would still be here.

You're not wearing 'em
well these days. [sighs]

Clara?

Do you know what happened

to Courtney Thacker's
daughter Riley?

[phone chimes]

[phone chimes]

- [tires squealing]
- [horn honking]

f*ck off!

[engine revving]

We should have
been there for her.

She should not
be dead right now.

Okay, we don't know that she is.

I mean, that shark bit
off Bethany's whole arm,

and she lived, and won Pipeline.

I love Soul Surfer,

but this is like slitting
your wrists times a million.

Mary Vincent got r*ped,
had both her arms chopped off

and was left naked in a ditch.

And she climbed all the way
up to the road to get rescued.

Are you seriously saying

that Riley's naked with no
arms in a ditch someplace?

You're so disturbed.

I'm saying she could be alive.

We have to go back to Clara's.

[Margot] This time
we're going prepared.

[Alison] What the hell?

My dad's from New Jersey.

g*ns are not part of the plan.

May I remind you,
it was your plan

that got Riley
into this situation.

- f*ck you.
- Do it.

I will take you down so fast.

Stop! No one's
taking anyone down.

We have to do this together.
It's the only way we'll be safe.

- g*ns will keep us safe.
- Really?

[Margot chuckles softly]

All that cop's g*n
did was k*ll Harold.

[phones chiming]

[sighs] Riley, if you're okay,

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll you.

[sighs]

[groans]

[insects trilling]

[rooster crows]

- [goat bleats]
- Riley?!

[metallic thud]

[soft thud]

[bleating]

Whoever's out there, I am
not f*cking scared of you.

Riley?

[phone whooshes]

[phone chimes]

[goat bleating]

You take that from
her, you goat d*ck?

[whirring]

[guttural groaning]

[continues groaning]

[goat bleating]

Why would she call us here?

[Dylan] It's high tide.

[phones chime]

To make us watch! [cries]

f*ck you!

[Margot cries]

- No. This is what she wants.
- What?

To t*rture us to
death? No. [sobbing]

She's doing a great f*cking job.

[Margot cries]

Riley's dead.

- [siren wailing] -
[Riley gasping for air]

[breathing sharply]

[panting]

[siren retreating]

[crying]

[birds singing]

[siren wailing]

- [loud knocking] -
[Lyla] Police. Open up.

[door creaks]

Clara?

[garbled radio transmission]

She's not here.
Search the property.

Consider her armed
and dangerous.

[indistinct chatter]

[overlapping, garbled
radio transmissions]

Jesus, Clara.

Bring them in.

[Kalama] Chief, I got something.

[garbled radio transmission]

Put an APB out
on Clara Whethers.

[officer] Copy, Chief.

All units, be advised:
be on the lookout for...

[Dylan] Why else would
she call us to the cave?

She's warning us.

She thinks we
won't go to the police

because she knows what we did.

And she's correct.

What would we even tell them?

That Clara Whethers
is k*lling people

'cause we k*lled Alison?

One more move, and you're dead.

It's just me.

- Dad?
- We said no g*ns.

You shouldn't be lurking
on other people's property.

I'm sorry. I...

We need to talk.

I told you she didn't
want to talk to you.

Hey. It's okay.

[whispers] It's fine.

I'll be right inside.

And so will Kyle.

Are they in a fight
or something?

Hmm. She would
have told you herself

if you were important
to her in any way.

What do you want?

I know you found out
I was married to Clara.

[sighs]

Here it comes. [chuckles softly]

"It's not what it looks
like. We were young.

I was in a f*cking cult I legit
pretended I knew nothing about."

I'm sorry. Of course
I knew about it.

I was in it, and, um...

so was your mother.

If you f*cking tell me

Clara Whethers is my
real mother right now...

No, she's not, but
your mother's alive.

I know it's...

it's a lot to take
in, but I just...

I don't want there to be any
more secrets between us.

She k*lled herself.

That's what she
told me to tell you.

It's not true.

She left us.

[crying] Seriously,
Dad, this-this isn't funny.

I was gonna tell you,
right after, I swear.

I got home, and I
thought, "f*ck her.

They deserve to know what
kind of a person she really is."

But then I...

I looked at your little faces,

and I just...

[crying] So you said
she k*lled herself?

It seemed better at the time.

I know that sounds
crazy, but I...

What was I supposed to
say to my eight-year-old girls?

It can't... it can't
be that simple.

Some-Something
must have happened.

You just don't...

You don't wake up one day

and just decide to
leave your family.

This guy we knew from
the cult came to visit us.

Fred Phillips?

My sister was in touch with him.

[chuckles softly]

You told her the
truth and not me?

No.

Well, she f*cking knew.

That's-that's... oh,
that's-that's what

she was trying to tell
me that night at the party.

That's why she said
Mom didn't love me.

That's why we got in that fight.

That's... that's-that's
why I took her car.

[Bruce] It's not your fault.

I got into a fight with
her that night, too,

on the way home, so I...

I pulled over, and I
told her to get out.

What?

Yeah, I did that all the time

with the both of
you, you know that.

[sniffles] I'd tell
you take a walk,

clear your heads.

That's why she was in the road?

It wasn't you.

It was me.

[sniffles] f*ck you.

[Bruce] Lennon... please.

Please just come home. Uh...

- [indistinct chatter] -
[garbled radio transmissions]

Jesus, Kalama.

Maybe some louder shoes.

Sorry, ma'am.

Any news on Clara?

Not yet.

We put out APBs
on all the islands,

as well as airports, marinas.

If she's here, we'll find her.

Put one out on
Riley Thacker, too.

So Clara got Courtney, too?

Yeah, that's what my mom said.

Not the Clara part, just
that Courtney got m*rder*d.

[Dylan] Maybe
it's better that way.

She's f*cking dead.

How is that better?

So she didn't have
to find out about Riley.

And your mom didn't
say anything about Riley?

And Clara's still out there.

Hey, I'll turn on the alarms.

We'll be safe here.

Dylan should stay, too.

We have to be together.

Any closer, and we'd
be a legit throuple.

Sorry to upset your
delicate sexual sensibility.

You can stay in the guest room.

Mom.

[wheezing]

Help.

[panting]

♪ Just to be around you ♪

♪ Just to watch you talk ♪

♪ I know it's not real but ♪

♪ Can we live in a song? ♪

I can't believe it's over.

I can't believe you're
f*cking leaving me.

I don't want to.

♪ But I've always
loved to swim...

Oh. Uh...

[laughing] Oh, no. I just...

I didn't... I'm
sorry. I didn't...

- Uh, I didn't mean to, like...
- What?

- [scoffs]
- Hey. Hey.

- Please stop.
- You know how much I care about you.

Please stop.

I'm just trying to help you
not be a loser at college.

- It's MIT.
- And you're still a loser if you have your V card.

Yeah. I, um...

I mean, you're my best friend.

♪ When you walk in a room? ♪

It's just sex. It's...
it's no big deal.

♪ All eyes turn to you...

Maybe not to you...

but...

Hey, I just don't want to
give you the wrong idea.

What, the, uh... the
idea that you give a sh*t?

I do.

I give so much sh*t.

I... I'm just...

♪ That you didn't say...

I'm-I'm sorry, Riley.

Sorry for what, huh?

Sorry for what?

Sorry for being such a good guy?

I'm just sorry, okay?

[Riley] 'Cause you're
not actually a good guy.

You know? You're
just a chickenshit.

[Dylan] Okay. I'm sorry, okay?

[Riley] You're not
seriously saving yourself

for Alison, are you? 'Cause,

you know, she's
never gonna f*ck you!

♪ Where movements are secret ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ The world through your face ♪

♪ Where we stay ♪

[sniffles, sighs]

♪ Outside ♪

'Cause I was actually
saving myself for you. [sobs]

♪ Days keep on going after ♪♪

[wheezing]

[sighs]

- [footsteps
approaching] - [text sends]

- [Margot] He's gone.
- Who?

Dylan. I went to get
a low-cal keto snack,

and his door was open.

Well, how-how would
Clara even get to him?

She didn't.

This was on his bed.

Does he think he's the
Terminator or something?

I mean, look at
that handwriting.

Those block letters
scream serial k*ller.

All right, maybe he just
went back to his house

to get something,
or-or something.

I-I'm sure he would've
texted if he had his phone.

Exactly. What kind of person

throws their phone
into the ocean?

Unless they're trying
to hide something?

Like what?

- We all know that Clara's the k*ller.
- Do we?

I mean, Dylan is the only
one who saw her in the cave.

He legit said that it was
better Courtney was dead.

I mean, you have to
admit it's super sus.

Uh, uh, he... he doesn't
talk to us all year,

and then he comes
home, and he tells us

we deserve to get merc'ed.

I think he just feels guilty.

He always feels
something, like, extra.

Then why didn't he k*ll me today

when we were in
the woods together?

He's probably saving you

for last, to make
you suffer most.

I mean, it makes sense.

You k*lled the girl he loved.

[Kai] Riri!

Kai, come on!

No. It's time for bed.
I told you. Inside.

You'll see Riri in
the morning, okay?

[Kai crying]

[Kai] Riri!

[footsteps approaching]

♪ ♪

[rat squeaking]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[soft dragging on rock]

The tide's coming in.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Whee!