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D.A. Rosario.
You're here,

in my kitchen.
You can call me Jean

outside of the office, Nancy.

French toast?

Is this an
early-morning meeting or...

Oh.

(weak chuckle)

You slept over last night.

Your dad didn't tell you

about it?

Oh, me being here this morning.

Not what we did last night.

Oh, dear God.

Yeah, a heads-up
would have been nice.

Or traumatizing. I...

haven't decided yet.

Jean, can I help with breakfast?

You're here too.

If I had known we
were having company,

I would have gotten dressed.

I am so sorry that this
caught you off-guard.

Last night, uh, you said

you might stay at George's.
Yeah,

emphasis on "might."

My mistake.

I've been missing from
Horseshoe Bay for two weeks?

I had no idea
that much time had passed.

It's as I feared.

We're trapped
in a parallel reality.

Is that why nobody
in the regular world

can see or hear us

even though we can
see and hear them?

Yes. This liminal space

warps the physical world

and affects
our perception of time.

You were sent here
as soon as you turned the key

in the Copperhead's padlock.

The same thing
happened to me as well.

The night Temperance

returned to Horseshoe Bay
and lowered the barrier,

her arrival activated
a mystical signal.

As Keeper, I was told
that when I saw

the signal of the six roses

I had to unlock
the Hallows Snare,

no matter what was inside.

(low growling)

As soon as the padlock and
the cage door were unlocked...

...I was trapped
in the liminal space.

But why make things
worse for the town

by unleashing the Copperhead?
I have

no idea why they told me
to do that.

I've been trying to make contact
with you all ever since,

but you thought
I was Charity's ghost.

It was a better guess than
"Hannah turned invisible

and is trying to signal us for
help by throwing things at me."

I nearly got a concussion.

I was trying to tell you,

"Please get me out of here.
I don't want to die."

The myths say that
when the moon is full,

all beings inside
are purged from existence.

Forever.

When is the next full moon?

The zenith is at 9:33.
Tonight.

We have to escape before then.

We got to find Nancy.

She's sharp enough to
understand our signals.

As someone who's been knocking
on her door for two weeks,

I disagree.

I can get through to her.

Trust me.

TEMPERANCE:
The Long Night Ball was one of my

favorite town traditions.

We'd gather under the full moon
in December and light candles

to illuminate the dark night.
It was beautiful.

BESS:
Love that you brought it back.

Wow! (laughs)

Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.

I mean, the color's
great on you,

but I just think the
silhouette is a bit...

floomfy.

That's too bad.

Charity did always have the
perfect figure for ball gowns.

Yeah, it must be really painful

looking just like
your dead daughter.

It is difficult.

But in a way,
it makes me feel closer to her.

Thank you for helping me
pick out a dress, by the way.

I asked Nancy, but she was
on community liaison duty.

Yeah, you two have gotten closer

since the Burning Sorrows
incident.

Speaking of,
why do you think bait

meant for the Copperhead lured
the Burning Sorrows instead?

I'm sure I don't know.

What's with the bloody map?

Oh, it was a ritual, but

the blood trail got blocked by
an unknown obstruction in town.

I think it's working now.

ADDY:
Oh, nice!

We cleaned up the flood
in the bathroom.

I think it was a burst pipe.
Oh. You know what,

someone from Water and Power
came by yesterday.

Maybe they damaged a line
while they were working.

You know what, make the town
pay for the repair.

Even if they did,

this place needs a lot of work.

Might have to sacrifice that
Miami Gardens expansion fund

that Eve suggested.
Hey, that's okay.

Glad the rumors weren't true,

about you breaking off
your engagement.

We did break it off.
Oh, I'm sorry. It's just...

you don't look broken up.

Oh, we're still
together, we're just,

you know, not getting
married right now.

Mm.
Huh.

Okay.

(kid shouts)

NICK:
Oh.

I'll get that.

The genealogical tracing
to determine

future Copperhead victims
is a massive task.

Uh, thousands of people can be
traced back to the criteria

of descendants
of Gettysburg soldiers.

Uh, the Boston field office
is helping...

Oh... How many pages
is this document?

Ugh. God. You do not
have to help me with this.

Yeah, I'm not sure
I've been much help.

(sighs)

Oh. You, uh,
got a little...

Uh...

Oh, I'm sorry. Uh...
(clears throat)

That was inappropriate
and my fault.

I should have maintained
a more formal distance.

Yeah, no,
I just lost my balance.

Of course. Yeah, I'm sorry.

(mouths)

(sighs)

(phone vibrates)

Hi.

NICK:
Hey. You at the precinct?

Unfortunately,

why?
Uh,

we just found a body
behind the youth center.

Tyler? Ryan.

Should have known you'd
pick the yacht club.

Best mixologist in town.

Yeah, it's the only restaurant
my parents could tolerate

back when we summered
on this island.

(laughs) Well, the
elite only summer here

because it's the last
private enclave

for the one percent to
discreetly do business,

which, I'm guessing, is why we're meeting.
Not exactly.

Listen, it's no secret
you've been making

some unreturned calls recently.

Well, you know,
prospecting takes time, Tyler,

you know that.
And-and, besides,

I'm branching out
into-into new directions.

I heard you hit up the deep
pockets of New York

a few weeks back, fundraising
for a local nonprofit.

You've been working wonders
cleaning up the Hudson brand

by investing in a community
you actually spend time in.

I need that.

Okay, so this... this is about PR?
No.

No, my PR team
is busy swatting down

a bunch of fabricated
ethics complaints.

Look, I'm interested in this
personal brand of charity

that you've gotten into here.

If you can facilitate
a charitable capital infusion

to this youth center of yours,

I'll make you my head
of my corporate giving.

With very competitive
compensation.

Yeah, let's, um...
let's talk about that.

Yeah.

(indistinct radio chatter)

What is with you and FBI guy?

Okay, so, earlier,
I thought that Agent Park and I

were having a moment,

so I...

may have leaned in to...

Wait, you did not try
to kiss him, did you?

Mm, no, I did, yeah.
And-and?

And?
And he recoiled in horror.

You got swerved?
Yeah.

He said it was inappropriate,

which I have no idea why.

I technically
don't even work for him.

Just-just chill.
I just-just feel like

I'm really off my game lately.

Ace texted me last night

to meet up about something,

and I thought that m...

I don't know.
I thought that he was...

It doesn't matter.
He stood me up.

Oh.

Oh. (gasps)

Wait. (laughs)

Are you saying
that you like Ace?

Oh, come on.

I mean, "Oh, wow,
how did I miss this?"

Girl, look at you, with two
suitors, Ms. Twosy-Drew.

They're not suitors.

I sound like a...
A healthy, single woman

with agency and options?
Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

No visible wounds,
bruising, or obvious signs

of assault,
it's possible our John Doe

died of natural causes.

Or supernatural causes.
Agreed.

His chest cavity
was still intact,

which rules out
the Copperhead's M.O.

but I still have to investigate
any possible connection

to that case.
GEORGE: Uh, Nick,

will you come with
me real quick?

Uh, yeah.

I-I hope what happened earlier

won't affect
our working dynamic.

Nothing happened earlier.
In that case, should we

carpool back
to the station together?

No. I'll drive myself.

That way we can keep
a formal distance.

(phone vibrates)

RYAN:
Hey, Nick. I have someone

I want to bring over
to the youth center.

Uh, no, now-now
is not the best time.

No, but listen, this is Tyler
Gillis, the tech billionaire.

He wants to give the center
a million bucks.

We-we just found a dead body

out back. Wait, did...
Uh...

did you say a million dollars?
Yes!

Yes. A million. A million bucks.

Look, how about-how about
I just send over

the email offer for now,
okay? Okay.

He's so excited.

The utilities company called
on the way back here.

They've never
seen the victim before.

Howdy. Uh, so far the autopsy
results are the kind of weird

where it's best to loop in Nancy.
Well, I'm flattered.

I'm declaring
the cause of death inconclusive.

Zero internal trauma.
Like

the life was sucked
right out of him.

I would know...
I sat through Leo's

first-grade production-slash-
debasement of Our Town.

Anyway, pulled an ID
from our victim's prints.

John Doe was named
Michael Isaacs.

Appreciate the help.

Just doing my job.
Speaking of,

I'm looking forward to Ace's
interview this afternoon.

Oh, I... I didn't
know about that.

Radios. That's how
we get her attention.

H... Uh, how did you
move things before?

Focus on the object, then fully
commit to your intended action,

but be careful...

moving things
takes a lot of energy.

Okay. (clears throat)

Nancy, can you hear me?

(radio static)

(choppy, broken voice speaking)

Let's find out what we can
about Michael Isaacs.

(beep)
Ace, I really think
Temperance is up to no good,

and I can't tell Nancy,
'cause, you know,

she only responds
to hard evidence,

and I don't have
any actual proof.

Temperance is slipperier
than a well-moisturized newt.

Help me. Please.
Don't make me beg.

(shutter clicks)

What's that?

I don't know.

I've never seen
this metal before.

So that wasn't what you were
looking for with your blood map?

All will be revealed in time.

Hey.

We better hope this guy
from Water and Power

died of a heart attack, because
this is one million dollars

from Tyler Gillis.
All right?

I mean, this money
could go to-to repairs

and educational programs,
scholarships...

Hey, you wouldn't have to use
your expansion fund, then.

I could open up
my center back home.

W-Wait-wait a sec. Tyler Gillis
makes his microchips

from ruthenium mines
that have poisoned

several communities'
water tables.

Really?
No, no, no, hold on, now.

Hold on. Tyler's making amends
to those communities.

Well, an apology
doesn't really mean much

when you have no drinking water.
Sure.

But everything from
your cell phone

to the overnighted art supplies
in the youth center

come from exploited workers
or environmental abuse.

So if some rich guy wants to-to
ease his conscience

by throwing money at our good
cause, then why not let him?

ADDY:
Because that money is never free.

Okay, look, don't
take my word for it, right?

Go ahead, read Tyler's offer

and find the strings attached.

I mean, there are
stipulations about

how the money should be spent.
This one,

requiring me to build a
swimming pool out back...

that is oddly specific.
W... A pool?

Okay, no. Absolutely not.

This property is on
unceded Passamaquoddy land and

our tribe considers the field
out back especially sacred.

We have yearly ceremonies there.
I mean,

the land is our mother
and we have to respect it.

Okay, let's lose the pool.
I'll talk to Tyler,

I'll get it
taken out of the contract.

Thought you were a dealmaker
that could get this done.

Nick doesn't agree
to the swimming pool,

I am rescinding my offer.

I'm not an idiot,

Tyler. I know
this isn't about a pool.

You looking for another
ruthenium mine?

That NDA you had me sign is
terrifyingly iron-clad, so...

It's not ruthenium.

It's a completely untapped
rare earth ore.

An extremely powerful
semiconductor

that will transform microchips.

So you think there's an ore
under the youth center.

Is there any chance
that you hired someone

to survey that land?

No. No, my satellites
did a Geo scan of the area

after detecting weird
seismic activity two weeks back.

Look, I'm concerned
my competitor Swift Enterprises

may have figured out
the ore is here as well.

(scoffs) So this
isn't about a youth center.

Or me.

Look, the donation offer
is real.

You get me that swimming pool...

...keys to the clubhouse are yours.

BESS:
You know

that woman you saw me
outside with...

Uh-huh.
Temperance? She used

this unusual divination tool
that led to exactly where

the man died and where
the ore was buried.

Look, I'll show you.

This ore... this is what
the dead man was digging for,

and Temperance was
fascinated by it.

I'm just afraid that she's
up to something nefarious.

I did get a vibe from her.

Yeah, a 200-year-old
wily witch vibe?

No, I was gonna say
entitled, but, yeah, okay, sure.

That too.
Yeah.

I just wish I could make her

tell me the truth
about her plan.

Wait.

Yes. Okay,
so I recently found a ritual

that compels people
to tell the truth.

Uh, this particular potion
is activated by fire,

and Temperance is doing a
candle lighting at her ball.

So I could dose her and
then interrogate her.

(short chuckle)

Oh, you were being literal
about the witch thing.

Too much?

Hey, look, I already told you:

interesting is hot.

(sighs)

High-end contract firm
Michael Isaacs worked for

refuses to name their
clients without a subpoena.

We might have another lead.

Ryan says that
billionaire Tyler Gillis

is offering a big donation
to the youth center.

Ryan's handling the deal,
but he's worried

that a death
on the property might

turn Tyler off.
Not quite grasping the lead.

Tyler really wants
to build a pool

behind the youth center.

So he wants to keep digging

in the same backyard where
Michael Isaacs died digging

for something mysterious.
Ah.

A tech billionaire like Tyler
could've secretly hired

Michael's firm,
but if I try to ask Tyler

about it, he'll lawyer up.
True.

But everyone loves to chat

with an heiress, so I'll talk
to Tyler tonight at the ball.

I'll make sure Ryan brings him.

("Nightshine by AM & Shawn Lee playing)

♪ There's a hole in your heart ♪

♪ You wanted to die ♪

♪ There's a hole in your heart ♪

♪ You wanted to die ♪

♪ You couldn't have it ♪

♪ You wouldn't have it ♪

♪ So you want what you see ♪

♪ At the front of the line ♪

♪ And you want what you see ♪

♪ At the front of the line ♪

♪ It doesn't matter... ♪

Text Ace.

Why'd you stand me up yesterday,
question mark.

(phone whooshes)

Hi.
Hi.

Any sign of billionaire Tyler?

No, not yet.

Guess he's late.

Less than two hours
before the moon reaches zenith.

We will find a way
to reach Nancy.

Okay.

Okay.

So when Temperance lights
that candle,

it'll release a puff of smoke
that makes her tell the truth?

Yes, but the wick
needs to be wet,

so I have to give it to her now.

The spell should last
an hour or so,

but that's more than enough time
to question her.

Temperance. Hi.

I know you were busy
with last-minute arrangements,

so I grabbed your candle for you.
Thank you.

Always the star pupil.

I try.

Welcome to the Long Night Ball.

Let's begin our candle lighting.

♪ ♪

This is
a Horseshoe Bay tradition

on the longest night
of the year.

Normally we would each
light our votives

from this altar candle, but...

in the spirit of togetherness,

let's pass the light along
instead.

(indistinct chatter, murmuring)

Thank you.

NANCY:
You know, I wonder
if he looks that good

without clothes.

Yeah, well, I thought
Nick was my soulmate,

but ever since we
called off the wedding,

I've been wondering
if that's true.

I mean, what if I just never
knew I was capable of being

with anyone else
because he's been my only

healthy relationsh... ship?

Nick...

Hey!
Yeah.

I think something went wrong
with your truth spell.

George just blew up
her relationship

and your friend Nancy
is either super horny

or has no filter.
Why can't I stop talking?

So you know that pair of socks
you found in the freezer?

I left them there by accident
and I blamed Leo.

Hmm, I figured. Also, I
didn't accidentally shrink

your Phish shirt in the
wash... I threw it away.

(gasps)
Oh.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Temperance must've used

her candle to somehow
douse everyone else's.

We are being compelled to tell
the absolute literal truth,

even if we try not to!
(gasps)

I've been outfoxed.

(chuckles)

You figured out
the candle ritual.

But guess what?
That dress isn't your color.

And nope, that's a lie.
You look great in it.

Excuse me.

God, I'm a disaster whose
ambition will never match

her skills. Also...
do I have B.O.?

I sweat when I'm nervous
and I'm smelling garlic.

Okay, Bess, focus.

You smell a little, but I have
deodorant in my clutch.

And Temperance got hit, too.

Right?
You can still interrogate her.

She can't get her hands on
that ore... it's too important!

Wait, you know what the ore is?

The... metal is
culturally and historically

significant to my community.

One ancient medicine man even

believed it could heal wounds.

I didn't say anything
before because...

working with that metal
is considered

a closed practice...
it's private.

So please don't say anything.

No, I-I swear I won't, okay?

And-and I won't let
Temperance desecrate

tribal land to get to that ore.

It's been bothering me all day
that you didn't tell Nancy

I was staying over last night.

I was scared to tell her.

My last relationship after her
mom died did not go well.

I made a lot of mistakes.

(chuckles)

I just don't want
to disappoint either of you.

But trying to protect Nancy and
me just infantilizes us both.

Is Tyler here yet?

No, he's running late.
Double-booked.

Why do you seem so intense?

Because I think he's after
the land behind the youth center

and had a role in Michael Isaac's death.
Oh, no.

Tyler wouldn't kill anyone.

I mean, sure, he wants the land

because it's full
of some special ore,

but I... Oh...

I was not supposed
to tell you that.

Look, my-my point is is
that Tyler's a capitalist.

He's not a murderer.
Oh, don't be naïve, Ryan.

Excuse me?

You're so desperate to get

your Hudson clout back that
you'd let anybody play you.

I'm desperate?

And getting played?

Well, you think
you know everything

all the time, but you don't.

And you know who thought
they were the smartest person

in the room? Celia.

And look what that got her.

I didn't...

I Di-I Di...

I did not mean to say that
to you, I'm-I'm sorry.

Okay, so I accidentally dosed

everyone in the room
with truth serum,

so it's made things a bit

heightened.
(door opens)

Nancy, I...
Forget it.

We use the situation
to our advantage.

Nancy, I've been
looking for you.

I need to tell you something.

I think it's time
that I start building a life

that is less entwined with yours.

I totally hear you
and I'm happy for you.

Do you think we should make
a family schedule?

Maybe you could hang
a sign on the doorknob?

Whoa! Nancy.

Hi.
Yeah, tell your friend Ace

not to bother to reschedule.

Should've known. Hair that
good never works in a morgue.

So Ace didn't come
to your meeting?

No.
That worries me.

Hold that thought.

Mr. Gillis, hi.

I'm Nancy Hudson.
Welcome to the party.

Mind if I just light
your candle there?

Why? What's with the candles?

Oh, they're just doused

in truth seru...

Are you okay?

(muffled):
No, I'm trying to get you...

Never mind.

NICK:
So-so-so what, you want,

you want to date
other people or...

GEORGE:
Uh, maybe.

Look, I want to grow
next to you.

But I still want to grow.

These are options I never got

to explore when I had
an expiration date.

So-so how-how long have you,
have you known this?

I thought about telling you
at the courthouse,

but you were still so sad.

I want us to be together
for the right reasons.

Not because we just settled
for each other.

Oh, you-you settled for me?

What, because I was
the first nice guy

who didn't treat you like...
Like what?

Like poor slutty George
with her hard life

and her drunk mom
and her parade of death curses?

Okay, no, I never pitied you.

Yeah.

But you really wanted
to save me, right?

(clears throat) Yes.
Yeah.

'Cause you know what, Nick?
That's your move.

You want to save everyone else
so you don't have to deal

with your own problems.
Oh, you know what, I don't... I don't...

I don't feel like
getting yelled at again.

Stop running away from me

like you do everything else!

Nick, if you have something
to say, say it right now.

Did you ever really love me?

Desperately.

But you know
that was never enough.

It could never compare
to the fantasy that you built

in your own head
to escape your own trauma.

(quiet chuckle)

Damn it.

(knocking)

You okay?

'Cause you're composing yourself

in a coat closet,
which would suggest...

No, I'm not okay.

But I'm surprised that you care.

You think

that I don't care

because...
I avoided kissing you.

Yes.

Why did you pull away?

Don't say that it was
because it was inappropriate,

'cause that...
seems like an excuse.

If you don't like me...

I can't stop thinking about you.

I want you to expand on that.

Your warmth.

Your sense of humor.

The way your hair smells
like clove and citrus.

The way that your eyes flash

when you're thinking.

Nancy, I knew
that if I kissed you...

...I wouldn't be able to stop.

So don't stop.

♪ ♪

(panting)

Maybe the DJ?

We can use snippets
of certain songs

to send messages.

I think we should
try Nancy again.

You being in love with her is
not gonna make her hear you.

Love?
Yes.

It's obvious.

While I understand the ache
of a missed connection,

we are out of time.

I'll try the DJ myself.

Truth serum ritual.

Better party entertainment
than I could've ever planned.

Well done.

What are your plans for the ore?

Did you kill that man?

I have no idea what that ore is.

I didn't hire or kill
the man who found it.

How could you
accuse me of murder?

Also, why?
Because...

I found a letter about how you
were using the Burning Sorrows

to manipulate Nancy.

I had to risk my
own death as a way

to get Nancy to see me
as a human being,

and I would do it again
because I need

her help to defeat
the Copperhead.

What is your ultimate plan?

My son-in-law Beckett Dow
was too much

of a lovesick whelp

to have actually
destroyed Charity's soul.

He must have the
first two pieces

hidden away somewhere,
and if I can just...

collect all four pieces,
I may be able

to see my daughter again.

Have fun watching
your friends' lives implode

because of your stupidity.

Tyler, hey.

So I was talking to Nick about

the pool that
you want to put in,

and I have to be honest
with you...

he's afraid
that you're a robber baron

who doesn't care
about this town.

Well, that doesn't bode well.
It does not.

But maybe you could
win him over.

You see,
Horseshoe Bay is obsessed

with its traditions and rituals.

They rally around anyone

who participates.

That's what they did with me.

Why don't you try
this tradition?

It's to illuminate
the long night.

So tell me, Tyler,

did you hire Michael Isaacs

to find the ore
at the youth center?

Yeah, I hired Michael.

Why the hell
did I just say that?

Because you're
just being honest with me.

(louder):
Were you involved
in Michael's death?

(crowd gasping, murmuring)

Well, I didn't even know
Michael was dead.

Last night I asked him to get

a larger sample of the ore,

then his equipment started
getting crazy readings

and the call dropped.
(clears throat)

Trust me,
if I had known he died,

I would've just paid someone
to get the body out of there

before the police could find it.
(crowd groaning, murmuring)

Keep your money.

I don't want anything from you.

Well, that's fine.

'Cause I already sent a Maine
state official a warm-up bribe

to seize the land from you
via eminent domain.

At which point, I'll just
lease it from the state

at a fraction of the price.

How did you know
about the ore to begin with?

Not the ore, an indigenous
artifact made from the ore.

See, I've been collecting
ancient relics for years,

and this one...

this one is
is the pièce de résistance.

You give those artifacts back
to their respective tribes,

you planet-destroying,
colonizing garbage.

At least I'm smart garbage.

(chuckles)
I don't even pay taxes.

(laughs, clears throat)

Get out of my way.

♪ ♪

(clears throat)

Is this where we part ways

and pretend nothing happened?

Is that what you want?

♪ You take my hand ♪

♪ Please take my hand ♪

♪ You take my ♪

♪ You take my hand... ♪

Hey, sorry.
Uh, look, I talked to Tyler.

And he is definitely the worst,
but he didn't kill Michael.

And he's gonna leave
the youth center alone

or I'm gonna leak
his truth online.

We still don't know
how Michael Isaacs died?

No, no.
And, Nancy, I'm sorry.

You know, I-I only lashed out
because I was feeling insecure.

I'm sorry, too.

I was just worried
about you rushing off

to your...
old life.

I kind of like
having you around.

Same.

And I still do need a job,

so if you don't mind
making calls for me?

I'd be happy to.

I need you to know
that I'm here, Nancy.

You okay?

Yeah, I just felt this...

It's me, Nancy.

It's Ace.

(exhales)

This is very weird.

It's like something's
tapping at my shoulder.

There's nothing...
nothing here.

I think it's a message
in Morse code.

A...

C...

E...

Oh, my God.

It's Ace and Hannah.

They need our help.

(exhales)

It worked. I got through.

Ace said they're trapped
in a liminal space,

and he and Hannah will die
unless we get them out.

Do you know how to rescue them?

I'd be glad to help.

This is Cora Dow's
shoddy handiwork.

She used a ritual to make
the Copperhead's lock

and key last forever,

but the charm decayed,
leaking a...

mystical energy,
which opened a gateway

to the liminal space.

Cora always liked
to experiment with time,

but she wasn't very good at it.

That's how we learned of
the liminal space to begin with.

Amateur.

Can you save our friends?

I need a Hudson and a Marvin
to help me.

Nancy, Bess...

you must be my Sisters-in-White.

Now we are truly connected
by blood...

niece.

ALL THREE (chanting):
From the liminal

to the physical...

the ephemeral to the material...

return to whence you came.

(all gasping)

Hi.

Figured if I was gonna get
obliterated from existence,

it might as well happen
while I was looking at a friend.

You're back, Mr. Ace.

Oh, yeah, I am.

Oh, my God. Hannah.

I am so sorry
that we didn't realize

you were stuck
in a liminal space.

There's an apology I
thought I'd never say.

BESS:
No, it's, it's my fault.

When you said you were
"stepping away" in your text,

I thought you meant
for a vacation.

After that ordeal, I need

an indefinite vacation
from Horseshoe Bay.

Bess, will you watch

over the Historical Society
a while longer? I need

to put a plan in place for my succession.
You're quitting?

As Keepers, we swear
an oath to protect the town,

without question,
but my sense of duty

almost got me killed.

And now two innocent people
are dead

because I opened
the Copperhead's cage.

I'm done.

Please excuse me.

Can I, uh...

take you out to dinner?

You don't...
you don't have to...

take me out because of tonight.

I know that we were
influenced by a mystical

truth serum.

The serum's worn off.

And I don't regret anything.

Unless you do?

No. It was amazing.

And yes to dinner.

I can't wait.

(clears throat)

Forgot my coat.

I'll, uh...
bring the car around.

I feel like I should've figured
out what happened to you sooner.

It was not an intuitive puzzle.

I saw you had
a lot going on today.

Were you with me the whole time?

No.

At the precinct,
uh, with the radios.

And then... the dance floor,

and, um, Morse code.

Yeah, that was smart.

Thanks.

Good night.

Good night.

(knocking)

Everything turn out okay?

Yeah.

But I'm a total idiot.

How could I have
gotten it all so

wrong? It's just...

♪ ♪

♪ Let you down ♪

What was that for?

To remind you...

you're pretty great.

Please don't beat yourself up.

Also... we never did
get our dance.

True.

And thank you.

Truly, for being down
for all this weirdness.

I'm sure you have questions.

Mm, one, at the moment.

Why do you think that artifact
was buried there?

I don't know.

♪ Don't let me down ♪

(both laugh)

May I?
You may.

♪ Let you down ♪

♪ I can let you down ♪

♪ ♪

I've been expecting you.

What are you doing here?

There's a large artifact buried here.

A supernatural seal a shaman
crafted from a rare earth ore.

That seal masks
and contains something

that I've long been
searching for.

A tear in the veil
between this world

and the darkness below.

Your phone won't work here.

I'm going to reassemble
my daughter's soul and then

I'm gonna destroy the seal
that separates our worlds.

And she will surrender
to her destiny.

Is this, uh, is this why
they kicked you out of town

200 years ago?
Yes.

And you will give me access

to this tent
while I complete my ritual.

And why would I let you do that?

Because I already put a hex
on the head of every child

at your youth center.

And if you try to stop me

or tell anyone,

they'll all die.

In three days, it will be done.

(woman screams, bell dings)

(pencil scribbling)