Suburbicon

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Welcome to Suburbicon,

a town of great wonder and

excitement.

Founded in 1947,

Suburbicon was built

with the promise of

prosperity for all.

And in only 12 short years,

it has grown

from a few small homes

to a living, breathing community

with all the conveniences of

the big city

without all the noise

or the traffic.

And now, with nearly 60,000

residents,

they enjoy their own schools,

a fire department,

and a police department.

There's a shopping mall.

A first-rate hospital.

Why, we even have our own choir.

The people of Suburbicon

hail from all corners

of this great nation.

A melting pot of diversity

from cities as far away as...

New York!

- And...

- Ohio!

- And even...

- Mississippi!

The only thing

Suburbicon is missing is you.

Isn't it time

for your new start?

Come home to Suburbicon.

- Hey there, Tex!

- I'm two-wheelin' it!

He got a license for that?

He ain't broke nothin' yet.

Well, give him an hour.

He'll break something.

Mrs. Pendelton.

Watch yourself, henry.

We just took his wheels off.

Say, have you met your neighbor

yet?

No, they just moved in last

night,

but I'm baking them a custard.

Mmm, boy!

- Hey, fellows.

- Sir.

Here we go.

Got all the utilities

and a new subscription

to good housekeeping.

Is Mrs. Mayers about?

I'm Mrs. Mayers.

Well, all right!

Uh, welcome to Suburbicon.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Is that our mail?

Oh...

Sorry.

Have you met your new neighbor?

You can put that in Andy's room,

and that goes in the living

room. Thank you.

Calm down!

Hey, come on, I can't hear you!

I can't...

One at a time, one at a time!

Right?

Chuck! Chuck!

We don't want 'em here.

Can I ask who thought this'd be

all right?

Well, I think we thought

that the community

- would tolerate them.

- Not we. Him!

You?

Quiet down. We've spoken

with the city planners,

and the adjacent homes

will be supplied fencing

to block the view of the Mayers.

And who's gonna pay for that?

We'll pay for it, Jackson.

The housing committee.

'Cause we ain't gonna pay for

it.

You're not gonna pay for it,

god damn it!

But there's not much we can do

about these folks.

Oh, we can do something

about it.

James, read the petition.

"We defy

the supporters of Mr. Mayers

"to say our fears are

groundless.

"We favor racial integration,

"but only at such time

"the negro shows

he's ready for it.

"They don't seek to better

themselves.

"This community has come too far

to move backwards.

"We demand our civil rights

"to live where we want

and with whom we want,

"and, with god's help,

we will overcome!"

You remember

what happened in Baltimore?

And Trenton?

That's why people moved here.

The Wolcotts said all our

property values will drop.

So even if we wanted to sell,

we can't.

Oh, for heaven sakes, rose.

If anybody, it's those Wolcotts

that bring down property values.

This is a peaceful town.

People get crazy over things

like this.

Nicky, sweetheart, come here.

Honey, that Mayers family's got

a little boy your age up there

on that porch.

Why don't you hop on over there

and take him for baseball?

Mom, do I have to?

Don't look at me.

Nicky! You take that little

colored boy

and play him some baseball.

Your mom and I

are gonna finish these beans,

and then we'll make you

some butter cookies for after.

Go on. Go on.

I don't want to play baseball.

Hey!

Hey.

You play baseball?

Yep.

They play out behind the

Nazarene church.

We ain't Nazarene.

We're Episcopalian.

All right then.

You like baseball?

Yeah.

You like it?

The crickets were listening.

The night was listening to her.

Then there was a sound!

Only a woodchuck, surely,

beating a hollow log.

No. No, it was Lavinia Nebbs.

It was most surely

the heart of Lavinia nebbs.

And she went down the steps,

faster, faster,

running now down the steps,

Plunging faster and faster,

Down, down into the pit of

the ravine.

Only a little way.

Across the bridge. Run.

Run. Don't turn. Don't look.

If you see him,

you'll not be able to move!

You just run!

Up the path, between the hills,

the top of the path, the street.

And even with the light,

the fear swirled a...

Nicky, you need to get up.

There are men in the house.

Come on. Come on.

They're gonna take

what they want and leave.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Get the hell out of that chair.

Shut up.

Get me a drink.

Maggie.

On a tray.

Give me a drink on a tray, too.

All right.

Look, can we just get this over

with?

What's the hurry?

Got an appointment?

That's right.

Let's quit f***ing around

and go.

Come on, lady.

Just put your arms around my

neck.

Here we go.

I'll do that.

She don't mind.

You don't mind, do you, ma'am?

No.

That's right.

She don't mind.

Where's the toilet?

Um, it's... it's down the hall.

Up to your left.

You got polio?

What?

Polio.

She was in a car accident.

Sh*t.

Anybody die?

What is wrong with you?

Just getting the lay of

the land.

Want to know if I'm talking to

a killer.

She wasn't...

My husband was driving.

But no one died.

Yeah. It all worked out

just fine.

Hey! Hey!

Let's get moving.

Coming! F***!

In just a moment,

the names of the supporting

players,

and a word about next week's

story of suspense.

Now, we had an agreement

that if we cooperate,

no harm will come to us.

Well,

harm is one of those things you

can't never tell about in advance.

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