Havenhurst

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[thunder rolling]

[distant siren wailing]

[sniff]

[sniffing]

[exhaling]

[sniffing and exhaling]

[thunder rolling]

[woman mumbling]

Over here.

[glass breaks distant]

[thunder crashes]

[rain falling]

Babe?

[heavy breathing]

[loud banging, distant]

Jason?

[thudding]

[whispering]

Jason?

[clock ticking]

[shout and gasping]

[woman screams]

[thud]

[more screaming]

[objects crashing, woman gasping]

Ahhh!

Help me!

Open the door!

Help me!

Help me!

Help!

[screaming]

Help!

Hello!

[groan]

[heavy breathing]

[elevator dings]

Come on, come on, come on!

Ah!

[gasping]

Oh, my God.

Ahhh!

[noise from above]

[scream]

[distant screams]

[shuffling feet]

(woman)

Look, I've been trying to reach her

for a couple of days

so if she contacts you,

can you have her give me a call?

Alright, thanks.

[phone rings]

[sighs]

[beep]

Jackie.

Tim, yeah.

Sorry to bother you.

I'm kind, I need your help.

(Tim)

What is it?

My friend, Danielle.

I haven't been able to

reach her for weeks.

I've called everyone she knows

and no one has heard from her.

Is she missing or not

wanting to be found?

I don't know.

I'm just really worried.

Alright, I'll, uh...

I'll look into it.

Thanks.

Her name is Danielle Hampton.

[chatter]

[woman] And just answer

as best you can, okay?

Honestly.

There's a pen.

And you can go in that room.

Okay.

[sigh]

[woman]

Sign right there at the bottom.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Congratulations.

Big day today?

Yeah.

Come on.

I'll walk you out.

Any word from Danielle?

- No, nothing.

- Huh.

- She'll turn up.

- I hope so.

Ah.

Here you go.

Oh! I almost forgot.

You'll need these.

Hmm.

I'm really proud of you, Jackie.

Thank you.

Clean slate, fresh start.

The rest is up to you.

Come here.

Good luck.

I'll see you at the meeting this week?

Of course.

[elevator dings]

[gasp]

[surprised]

Danielle.

She wouldn't leave this behind.

[knocking at door]

Great.

[gasp]

[siren wailing]

[woman moaning with pleasure]

Oh, yeah!

[gasping]

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Oh!

[heavy breathing]

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

[gasping]

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Oh, God. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[shower turns on]

[close noise]

Hello?

(Jackie)

Hello?

[silence]

[elevator dings]

[sigh]

[distant voices speaking]

[woman-1]

I needed the cash.

[woman-2]

Prostitution is a crime.

[woman-1]

You can't just evict me.

[woman-2]

It's all your own fault.

(woman-1)

So after five years, that's it?

No 30-day notice?

[woman-2]

You know the rules.

F*** the rules!

You are so full of sh*t.

Oh, no need

to make it personal, my dear.

F***! B*tch needs to get laid.

Oh, I must apologize for her behavior.

Don't be frightened, Jacquelin.

I'm Eleanor Mudgett.

Please come in.

I have made it a custom,

old fashioned, though it may seem,

to meet every new tenant we take in.

[pouring]

Many years ago,

I had to figure out what to do

with this lovely old building.

I am on the board

of many rehabilitation centers

and outreach programs

throughout the city.

So I figured that

I should use Havenhurst

to help others.

Give them a place to find their balance

and re-enter the world.

Don't be shy, dear.

You must have questions.

Um... my friend, Danielle Hampton,

- she lived here.

- Yes.

Is there a reason why I was

given her old apartment?

Oh, it's just a matter of timing, dear.

Danielle and Jason just happened to be

the last tenants to vacate.

I was just hoping that you

might know where they went.

No, I'm afraid not.

One of the drawbacks of not requiring

a security deposit.

[chuckles]

Once they leave the building,

one rarely hears from them again.

Okay.

Make no mistake about it.

I am very particular

about those whom I choose as tenants.

Your history, rather violent and sad,

stood out to me.

You have struggled with your addiction

and it has cost you dearly.

[door opens and closes]

Oh, my son, Ezra.

We've met.

Ezra looks after things around here

so if there's anything you need,

don't hesitate to call him.

Thank you, Ezra.

[heavy footsteps]

[door creaks open and shut]

Our rules are simple.

You stay sober, you lead a good life,

and you don't fall back

into your old habits.

Then, you are welcome to stay here

until the day you die.

If that is your choice.

And if I don't lead a good life?

Then your stay at Havenhurst

would be terminated.

- Like the woman...

- Oh, Paula, yes.

Well, unfortunately,

after years of support,

she decided to resume demeaning herself

and is no longer welcome here.

Well, it seems fair enough.

Do you have a pen?

Oh, you don't have to

sign it right now, dear.

You should take it home

and review it first.

If what you say is represented here,

it's okay, I can sign it.

Yes, it is.

Welcome to Havenhurst.

It's four sections.

You're on the right.

(girl)

Welcome to hell, sweetie.

More cleavage, more tips.

Tips suck. Food is even worse.

But it's a job.

I think I can handle it.

- It's only...

- Temporary. Yeah.

Go on, doll.

You got customers.

I'll take a refill.

Did you find anything out?

No credit cards, no cell phone usage.

She was living with

a guy named Jason Darby.

A junkie.

Busted for narcotics possession.

Do you know him?

No.

I spoke to Eleanor, the woman

who owns the place.

Said they left weeks ago.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh.

I thought you said

you'd done this before.

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