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I'm the ship, I swear to say the man,

for all the world,

then we are the partners,

like where the graves
and free hearts will sink,

when the lights don't again,

for all the world.

In your incredible face,

I miss you,

for the extreme, for the new world.

I'm not sure why you must hurt me,

my parents hope you
seriously died last day,

my brother so mad that
our doctor can't explain it.

Please, I'm sure I feel for
my life, they say we're cursed.

What do you say to me?

Touch him again, and let him
keep your hands, because I'm sorry.

It's a girl.

There is a lady here, she says she's a man,

he's a hundred business,
she says she's a friend of yours.

I don't have any friends,
she said you would say that,

so why should you do this?

She's all Taurus.

Hello, young man, is your mother at home?

You must forgive my body,

these instructions
are mine, no one may

pass, but the days
three, nine, twice a day.

Twice a day?

Oh, you know me, apples only till summer.

Oh, because she liked me so much.

Oh, because you're Chucky, Chucky, really?

Hm, her cute poor, you
really has gone silent.

Wives himself up into
retirement, cakes for cases.

I am not sure, at least that.

Well, this is happiness, not
satisfaction, or right or no stiffness.

Even picked Venice to
hide in a gorgeous relic,

slowly sinking into the sea, just
like your mind, without a challenge.

Don't underestimate me
for a clever turn of phrase,

I am the world's number one mystery writer,

or, well, it's anyway.

Best sell, it's 27 or 30 books,

demographics on the last
three, called them off small beer.

How are you?

It's good to see you.

You're coming with me.

Don't have to put some
life back into your life.

Wait a minute.

Did you not hear? This is urgent.

You were not the
first to let us come to

seduce me with some
of your releaseable case.

Not a case. It's much spiffy in the mat.

You really are cut off from the world.

Do you not know what today is?

It is spiffy up.

We Americans imported loud
music and terrible chocolate,

but we also brought back Halloween
as a party tonight for the children.

Thank you.

I found something.

Someone. I can't explain it.

I've looked at it from every which way,

and I can't figure it out.

You are up to something, my friend.

The unholy Ms. Reynolds.

She's a spiritualist, immediately,
according to the papers.

Joyce Reynolds,
recently released from jail,

is the last woman on record in prison under
the terms of the Witchcraft Act of 1735.

I've seen a million of these so-called
psychics, each one a flamethink.

Then there's that one astonishing.

I tell you this, Ms.
Reynolds, I sat at a salence.

The theme's happened.

I am the smartest person I ever met,

and I can't figure it out,
so I can't have a second.

I need Detective Forwater
to talk this balloon,

or God help me. I will have a believer.

Spot the gun. I can't.

Come with me to the Open's Halloween party,

and afterwards, we are invited to a sales.

Vellos?

There it is.

That's gonna clean each other.

In various ways, every house is haunted,

or cursed.

Are you ready, children?

Long ago, this palazzo was an orphanage.

Good doctors and good nurses took
care of good children until the plague.

Plagues make people afraid,

and fear makes people do terrible things.

Have you known to find me for the children?

Scary stories make life less scary.

The children soon realize they are alone,

flocked inside to die,

starving, calling, calling.

Some say the children are
still hiding in this palazzo,

and they want more children to join them.

Should you be careful?

For they want revenge on the doctors
and nurses who left them here to die.

Watch out for the Mark
of the children's pandemic.

No one hears a doctor, are they?

Or a nurse? No?

But I guess it's safe to start the party!

No!

No!

No!

You're born?

You're born?

There's an actual, literal party,
and you're hiding in the book.

I thought you might play
with other children for once.

Games are fruitless.

The Halloween calls for horror stories.

Don't you think so, Miss Olga?

Don't you use some cake?

That's for the orphans.

Watch out for them.

She's no good at parties.

No, no words.

Miss Olga, it's a thrill to have you here.

You're my favorite author.

Your mystery's give me faith.

The wicked will make justice.

Sound the light doesn't run
out so well as detective section.

This is our hostess.

We're so proud of Olga in
that drink of diva's life again.

But she lives here.

Where do I want money gone?

Everyone who ever left here
falls victim to some tragedy.

That's the legend, anyway.

The children's vendetta.

Someone sees a child's
shadow in the wall and

then darkness comes like
her daughter a year ago.

That's who we're here from tonight.

The lost girl from beyond.

I will not be leaving such things.

Don't sing.

Don't sing.

You're sorry, Mom.

You're sleeping again.

Dad?

You all right, Dad?

Gee.

Do you need any pills?

No.

Take some punch then.

Where'd you go if you'd prefer?

It's all right.

I promise we'll be now tonight.

Good.

I was looking forward to the saints.

And do the children a
great kindness, Mother?

Add elves, too.

You can't afford for an apple, Mr. Poirot.

It looks like fun.

The fun is not fun.

I'm glad for it.

It's been far too long since
there was laughter in this house.

I wouldn't use every knock about that, sir.

You can have it.

I can't afford to fix it.

I can't stand to look at it.

But no one will buy it at
any price that afternoon.

Forgive me.

I had hope to.

Seeing all these faces
might make it hurt less.

This is Arena.

Yes.

Your guest is here.

God, I'm literally nervous.

You believe in psychics?

This house may be lit.

It holds voices.

Wispers.

My daughter used to
stay up at night talking.

I thought it was with her dolls.

My daughter.

Do you have a voice again?

A word?

I would give them this round as all I have.

This one won't be very sad.

Ms. Reynolds.

Everything is prepared for you in
this island as your assistance specified.

Some noise for your home.

The children will be gone before you begin.

So many.

More horrible memories.

We'll go to slumas on the third floor.

How did you?

Maybe two and three.

Of course.

Ariad, we are my Nemesis.

We meet again.

The unholyne is Joyce Reynolds.

The press coined that one.

Not sure if I liked it.

Most of them I must
say that I expected some.

Dramatic. Ridiculous.

An old chrome.

Yes, this is the perfect word.

The old crony, old crony.

I didn't ask to be what I am.

Why I like the term medium.

Sort of medley.

I'm not big or small.
I'm not interesting at all.

But I can't talk to the dead.

You.

I am your cute pal.

You were a cute pal.

The detective.

You're anything but
medium, you're quite famous.

Am I your next quite famous case?

I am retired from cases.

But you are here to discredit me.

Isn't that why the great
writer brought you?

I am here as a favorite to me Zolivok,

who is evil to divine
your means of divination.

I must tell you Madam, I have been
all my life unsharmed by your kind.

My kind.

Opportunists to pray on the vulnerable now.

You don't believe in the
soul's endurance after death.

I have lost my faith.

How sad will you?

Yes, it is most sad. The truth is sad.

Please understand me Madam.

I would welcome with open arms any
honest sign of devil or demon or ghost for.

If there is a ghost, there is a soul.

If there is a soul, there
is a god who made it.

And if we have got everything,
meaning all of justice.

But I have seen too much of the world.

Countless crimes, two wars.

The middle evil of human indifference.

And I conclude now.

No god, no ghost.

With respect, no mediums
who can speak today.

You were saying?

As if I didn't have enough to clean.

It shouldn't be here.

But I think they'll bother us.

Who?

Who has passed that?

Will?

Still Charlton?

A ceiling wiggened by what on
damage, unused or rollicking footsteps?

No credit for the actual timing.

What's the lisiest rule in South Korea?

One night's funeral, okay?

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

And, uh-huh.

If I may please, how did the girl die?

The balcony, the canal, drowning.

What's your side?

It wasn't her fault.

They pushed her to it.

This is so enough, please.

What, their doctor?

You care for her?

Your soul?

Wait, please.

Who has been inside here at all now?

Is Renon's system?

No one. I have the only key.

No one step left here since
Miss Alicia passed with me.

To dust a bit and to check on Harry.

Who is Harry?

Her friend.

She told him everything.

He used to speak before she died.

Now you just guys.

Everything is just as she left her.

Miss Renon now don't let me move her thing.

I'm gonna take that to my hand, Chris.

Alicia and Hal are inseparable.

Come on, Captain!

This palazzo was there for oasis.

Only a week at a time
between travel for the opera.

But Alicia had the children's
ghosts of the company.

She grew so beautiful.

Then she met her chef, Maxime.

They were engaged so fast.

So in love.

Then she and her fiancé quarreled.

She moved back here to the palazzo.

That's when she started
to see the children.

They wanted her for themselves.

She suffered her last weeks in their bed.

Seeing things, shadows.

The children are calling her.

She said, they want you here with them.

I draw for them.

Oh, oh, oh.

Miss Renon didn't leave her side,

begging the spirits to let her be.

I left the Mark on the children's vendetta.

The police said the
cuts were from the fall.

But please.

Listening.

Now this woman she
asked to disturb Alicia's soul.

Listening.

And I am telling you,
Mr. This is not right.

This is against nature and the good Lord.

Some that you have to pay.

Listening.

This is so much better.

Well done.

Well done, right?

Yes!

Nice and noble.

Maxine, via plotso.10pm,

important news about Alicia Drake.

I was invited.

Not by me.

No, I was trying to kick me out, Rowena.

It's never worked before.

If there's something to hear, I'll hear it.

Tell that to your new fiancee.

We did a whole six
months after Alicia died.

I hear she's insensibly rich.

Land rats from King George, Rich.

While I'm in my own v-strong
Madison Avenue, I'm gonna be

a New Yorker and a rich one,
which is the only time to be.

You should come visit.
I'll buy you a hot dog.

Should I throw him out and try it?

Give me the excuse.

Do whatever you want, Maxine.
You always do.

I lost two, Rhona.

How many are we, nine or ten?

Oh, I'm gonna take twelve chairs, I think.

A bull house.

A seance? Christ can I have?
Is that what this is?

No, which board? Crystal Ball?

I think myself more secretary
than anything. The voice is speak.

And I take a detention.

Be a poet.
Perhaps I'm gonna read her in a library.

I want to see Lisa. She's my friend too.

You're not scared of ghosts?

I talk to ghost here all the time.

Do you?

They say you're a fake.

No one touch me until
the trance is centered.

Alicia Drake, I believe it
was you who called to me.

Too many spirits.
This house is filled with the dead.

Some souls can't let go.

There is no misreadiness.

No.

If someone wants to be heard, we are here.

Listen.

Spirits, you scream and shout.

And no one hears we do now.

Alicia Drake, find your voice.

It just got cold.
Does anyone else feel chill?

Is someone there?

She didn't touch the key, I swear.

She must have taken all these as your food.

This is wrong.

This is very wrong.

Who is there? Alicia Drake.

Listening. We are here.

Listening. It is the hallowed hide.

We are close. Your spirit is close.

Your voice is loud.

Alicia, Alicia, Alicia,
Alicia, I feel you are in pain.

Does it hurt? Please tell me.

Did someone hurt you?

Yes.

No.

Why will I not finish?

No.

First, let us meet a secret
confederate in that chimney.

You're close.

I heard.

I'm all right.

And it was the second assistant.

I'm pleased to meet you.

You are similar and piercing green eyes.

I take you for the first
assistant's half-brother.

Yeah.

That magnetic switch.

No one had a talking type right there.

I think.

This is several of your
dedication to the Husky.

It could be improved.

No one had been in this room except you.

Yet my new friend left his
foot stuck in the fireplace.

The bright scratch at the keyhole
indicates a knock recently picked.

It's only why you must find a new
subject for your book, Mr. Egan.

I'm sorry for your loss.

But this aura core is a fake.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

First, it's so thirsty.

It's so thirsty.

It's even midnight.

All right.

One need for me.

I don't want to die.

What is happening?

Let me see, after.

Show me.

I see her on the balcony not tomorrow.

Tell me. She didn't jump.

You killed me?

You killed me.

Oh, show me!

You killed me!

You killed me!

You killed me!

Show me!

Give me a fire!

Mother!

I can't even eat the video, son.

Son of a time, thank you.

She truly is unholy.

It was Alicia's voice.

Son of a time, son of a time, thank you.

We can't program you
anyway, it's what's going on.

Then what was it?

Showmanship.

You're catching us in a group this time.

Before the whirls on the radio,
the damn doors blew open.

I can't explain it.

Okay.

That was my daughter.

Oh, no.

Don't you dare leave without saying it.

You saw what I saw and
what you saw was real.

That woman is proof living proof.

Oh, there's a title.

Sure as hell, she's my next
book and sure as hell it's a hit.

A big beer book.

Good God, I have to
start writing right away.

The woman who stumped her to your quarrel.

I admit, I cannot solve all of
her methods in this moment.

I've got the cards I read.

You want?

Come on.

You should be relieved.

Now, incredible.

To believe, to know
the world has a mystery.

A God who cares enough to make
abiding souls after death comes... Nothing.

Something.

If there was a God, he would
not break his rule for hell.

I hope you'll be back tomorrow.

Robina really promised
to sit for her again.

And Miss Oliver says, I should
prepare to be quite famous.

Don't I?

I'll find us about.

Grab the seat.

These words were particularly savage.

Settings always exact a price.

As I'm sure do you.

You are amongst frogs, the gifted one.

I wish I was a fraud.

Be less painful.

I think you know
something like this, Miss you.

Someone dies and we comfort the
grieving with secrets playing to us.

Both creatures speak for the dead.

We know the dead too well, I think.

Imagine a war nurse who hears
ghosts surrounded by scream.

On a walk, inside her mind.

Wave after a wave of
the dying element dead.

Have you only thing that stopped pain?

Was telling the morness what I heard.

Is there something that's only again?

You'd be grudged that.

You made a mother believe
her daughter's soul is intolerant.

This is not generous.

Not gentle.

Not humble.

I felt pain.

I saw a murder.

Did you see whom killed Alicia Drake?

It was not revealed.

Maybe tomorrow.

I look at the convenience.

Why is this terrorist for
children, Miss Reynolds?

You might learn from that.

Children can suffer.

As much as those orphans can still
laugh and play and Bob for apples.

They're alive.

But you.

Death everywhere you went.

All your life.

Soldiers.

Friends.

We shall not meet again.

You built this that you are real.

And if I'm not.

Who's getting hurt?

Magic won't come unless you called in.

Unless it really is all true.

Delighted not come.

You might have fun.

I said you remember me.

But you will.

Like that now.

Can you hear me?

Who did this?

Like this.

Miss Reynolds.

I stopped.

Why did they have a poor ceiling?

I lived in my back.

It was her mask.

Where is Miss Reynolds?

It's all I got.

I will call my own station.

I should not lend on duty.

I thought my covers were back.

I was scrounged up
some tea left from the party.

I found your honey in the linen closet.

See, in the literature I
will go to the museum.

Be terrible for you.

What do we do?

Choose not to do that.

Don't get there without her.

I promise.

I don't want to be so anyone on the stairs.

Some things can't be seen.

Maybe she jumped.

She's in the tight?

No.

Not Miss Reynolds.

Never.

She talked about murder.

She could have known something.

You still think she's real?

Please, she made up that murder
idea to depress a famous author

and to bait the hook
on a new income street.

Then why is she dead?

Gravity.

She spoke in at least these boys.

Don't look at me.

I was being interrogated
by your lady writer, Asker.

Then as the doctor where he was,
sick bastard already killed him once.

He wasn't either of them.

You know what it was.

Faithful things live in this house.

That woman called to
them and they answered.

In the fore.

Before she did sit things.

Miss Reynolds was in the British army.

She served with the games of Malta.

She was a nurse.

A nurse.

The children's vendetta.

The gonads are not safe.

We can't get it both here
until we're still in pairs.

When will that be?

It's out of pre-controls here.

Well I won't sit here and wait.

I never spent the night in this
house before and I want now.

You can't drop us here.

Her medium boasts of
having a vision of murder now.

She is dead.

One of you felt her eyes upon you.

Killed her.

Tried to kill me.

No one should leave
this place until I know who.

Come and stay real.

Stand here and see
these kids still don't open.

She was your arms.

Stand here and watch the Tommy Sarri.

You suspect me?

I was a cop.

All the more reason to suspect you.

They already killed tonight.

You will all have your chance to speak.

And call back the boys.

They then.

Acculable.

He's on the case.

Who is this where she is?

He bent on my life.

I care about approximately two
minutes after the chime of midnight.

You were the first to find a body at...

Don't you dare look at
me like a murder suspect.

We're old friends.

Every mother has somebody's own friend.

But you have written
too many clever mothers

to fall at the foot
of your first victim

and you are also of how virumbly
I live by the chef for the time.

Which is why I shall now ask you
to assist me in my investigation.

When do we start?

When you collect for me our host.

I knew you were in there somewhere.

All took with a court and looked at you.

Her cue for all of her again.

Para.

How the hell?

It's not right around here.

Are you sure?

Under that mess of paintings?

Where were you when we saw that?

We were in the music room.

And what was that?

Midnight?

Just before?

And then you came running?

If I can ask who is
directly about this agony?

The dad was our secret hideaway.

It's my daughter's favorite place.

And let it all die.

Our feast.

You made honey.

My daughter, she used to tease me.

All of this effort produced for a wildflower
honey that we can buy for six lira.

I had hoped they'd survive, but...

...for things.

How did you come to invite
Miss Reynolds to your home?

Wouldn't we get out of the rain for this?

Oh, get all letters and
go to the secret garden.

Well, I wrote about her in the magazine.

I didn't think much of it.

And out of the blue one day she wrote me.

I looked her from a stranger, but
she would know you from the opera.

But it was the name she used.

She said that she had a
message from the Spezia.

And that...

...that was a pet name
that she used to use for me.

As Spezia, the great
love of the King of Pontus.

From Mitridharthi.

It was my first opera,
my first starring role.

Alicia was born two months before.

I found my voice because of her.

There was insight.

I can't sing without knowing that she's...

...waiting in my dressing room.

Not so kind.

You will never perform again.

There is no music without her.

I turned down marriage
proposals that even thought.

She said yes to her first.

To the charming chef Maxine Girard.

Where he is a pompous asset to
marry the biggest person you can find.

And he was engaged.

I tore out every flower in the
garden and I got on a boot Istanbul.

And he must have found that I
wasn't as rich as he had thought.

One of the best days of my life was
when he said that he had met someone else.

And that he called Pulsi off.

That's when the worst days started.

Her illness.

And mine was like fire.

She was like a little girl.

Thank you, Mr. E.

Is there enough?

I'm a terrible housekeeper.

I'm all she could get.

Superstitious city.

But you're a superstitious too.

This palazzo you believe is haunted, yes?

This Marina, they own it,
but the spirits possess it.

Anyway, well, you and my name is Sibinov.

When these mother of ghosts
turned dressed into one of their own.

Maybe.

Gone?

Why do you ask all these questions?

I did nothing wrong.

It's what he does.

What he used to do.

I may help him get me to
his back out of the moment.

It's gone well.

What is it that you do?

What is it that they do?

When that crime has been committed, I
can by application of order and method

and the slow extinguishing of my own soul,
find without fail or doubt who done it.

Black in your box.

Your silly detective from
Finland is making lists.

To bait yourself on her writing.

Would you mind telling us
where you were at midnight?

Fatherless.

In the music room with Miss Ruina.

And she joined you there after midnight.

You are absolutely sure of this.

I was watching the clock
and was grateful that she did.

But you did not approve
of the fortune teller.

I believe you called Satanic.

Your mind goes perhaps through Exodus 2218?

Well, if it goes from
the back, it will be very.

Do not suffer the source of rest to live.

The Bible wants against it with reason.

A witch on her Sabbath.

To be drowned or burned
or thrown off her balcony.

I am not vigilante.

Your scripture is keen,
no less than a strict,

vulgar Latin, not the
product of a parochial school,

but perhaps a compliment.

I found my call to be
alone before I could read.

I would have been nine years.

I'd have been telling to love you.

And then...

And I meant Mr. Seminoff.

He came to fix the roof.

That's his challenges.

You fell in love and forgot God.

No, it's not that simple.

One final question for the list, of course.

The Bible, I believe they are something.

You who fear the dark arts, so why
would you even attend a seance?

And I'm nominated act here at
night when you allow it to remain.

There's only one to whom I must answer.

That is not you.

This is only a seance enough.

As a man who tells you a seance name.

Nah, yeah.

You won't get far from a broken back.

Jaguar, not too sharp.

Nails, maybe.

No other moms are.

Other than the obvious.

Nothing else unusual about our condition.

Impailed on classical art.

But with the left wrist,
you ignore an injury,

as well as the quest-sized time of death.

Missed that.

You're staring at me.

Stop.

You think I'm a loonie?

Dad.

You all right?

No.

Just a few of you in me.

Mm-hmm.

I really wish you hadn't lost me.

Bad little scarves are
not always underbelly.

You're certain?

15th of April, 45.

Was also supposed to be over.

We crossed the Rhine.

Eastern push football in.

Found the gates at the
camp at Birkenbalsen.

Oh God.

Liberated.

Nursing skeletons.

Back to life.

We killed two.

The first thing we knew we didn't know.

And Clefis.

All we had was aspirin and opium.

We burned down the house.

I'm empty of lead.

I mean, sure.

I'm in the chest.

I was told to stop
practicing when I came off.

Except for one patient.

Last year.

Alicia and Rick.

Faith of Turuina.

I believe us would see her.

Not here.

I've been a family doctor so
long, I should have said that.

But you are at a disadvantage there.

Because you are in love with Romina Drake.

Like it built up by the tool.

And I know this has been difficult.

I know this has been difficult,

but in your opinion,

could Alicia Drake have been married?

Alicia told me what she saw.

She said the children would go on to go.

I didn't this night.

I rode it off the broken heart
when she was going mad.

She needed help.

I gave her sedatives.

Like milk to the starling.

There is no such thing
as psychic phenomena.

There is psychic pain.

And only like me should have known.

With her.

And now she's active for you.

I suppose I'm the loyalist.

If we get into here.

I'll wait, sir.

The terrifying end garland pool.

For a boy in your age,
it is not put up perhaps.

Shall we stick hands?

He's a bit silly.

Don't you think?

My father's jumpy like you.

They call it warm or just battle fatigue.

I think that's unfair.

He's not tired.

He's broken.

He was commitmently not to you, hon.

I was wondering when I had met with you.

In the kitchen waiting for Ms. Rowena.

You wanted to say goodnight.

Of course.

Her assistance came when she started.

So, best of all, you missed.

Everyone is amazed.

You left all the taps.

Oh.

I'm afraid I do not know myself tonight.

You're feeling things.

Voices.

It's all hallowsy.

The dead are as close as they can be.

You were dead too, sir.

You're the only for a moment.

They see you as one of their own.

One with something to say
will be wise to come to you.

You have to look like Ms. Rowena's.

She only pretended to know.

Now, what do they all cross with her?

You're a much simpler to you with the dead.

Some of them are my friends.

Excuse me.

I've never seen Ms. Olimold.

You're welcome.

Hercules.

Jelly.

Nicholas and Desdemona.

Are we ready?

We can wait for the police.

I am an actual parole, ma'am.

No.

Yes.

Yes.

If the police can succeed
where I cannot, I will

be the next one of the
balcony into the canal.

Back to his old self.

What do you think so far?

Where?

My money's on the house key.

Your good taste in books.

The brimstone fire burns hot and
rubbing a drink into the victim alive.

Although that little boy.

While the charm are chewing tin foil.

Perhaps.

Perhaps.

Every fury aspires to fact.

Before the information is gathered.

Order and the method.

And list.

And list.

We continue to those who
you have best for assistance.

Do you really need a help head moment?

The help always had motive.

First having to endure
to be called the help.

Him again.

Those two criminals were not to be trusted.

Criminals?

Those children you might
have mentioned, ma'am.

I'm telling you now.

I'm coming back with this with my sister.

She waits for you to come properly.

That's my brother.

He waits for you to come properly.

There's the Mona and Nicolas of Holland.

Our passport supporters.

Yes, I know they're good ones.

Horvat, Nivkin and already before.

Born in Hungary.

We each burned out of existence.

Of all our family.

Somehow we were still alive.

We took care of each other.

At midnight.

We snucked out into the kitchen.

The creepy kid was there.

He has you coming in just after the hour?

He is mistaken.

And hello, will you and
Mrs Reynolds employ?

Just over here, you sure?

The best you ever had.

We haven't been hungry since
we started planting for her?

I don't want to go to the doctor.

We managed before her.

We used to store.

He was thieves, not murderers.

We did what we had to survive the war.

She just knew things.

If she says what she drink was murdered,

tell her to tell me.

She was magic.

So all of these, these sounds
in which you participate?

Fake.

Fake.

They might feel the spirit meetings.

All of the sounds, all of the sounds.

All of the sounds.

All of the sounds.

Strange.

And is this magic to the control
for your talking typewriter?

I mean, it's at some tricks.

Only to drive home
the reality of revisions.

She ordered me around like a nuches, and
flooded with nickelistic giving the name.

We have paired up with us.

We get there without her.

Where were you running off to?

We're going to Missouri.

Missouri?

We were hiding in the Manhattan forest,

leaving on beads and mice.

The American trucks,
they came through headrun,

and I thought we were
dead when they called us.

They taught us to lend the heart.

You've never seen
anything like them before.

It makes a man.

The color is in their voices.

One of them typed up this shit.

They have a film projector,
but only half a movie.

We used to watch half of
them meet me in St. Louis.

Every night on an army ship for a month.

We watched it over and over.

As to their know how it ends.

How it ends.

It ends happily.

I was thankful I was in Missouri.

Just saying those birds could
get my sister to fall asleep.

It's the color.

It's the beautiful people.

You know, there was no one was sick.

No one was starving or dying.

Fifty-one, thirty-five kids at an Avenue.

That's what I decided today.

It took dreams of explaining to them.

We only had to enjoy the duchess
until we had enough to buy our way in.

And start over.

Stupid factory.

I'd be impatient with your dream you grew
brave and I'd skinned from her proceeds.

Climb, climb, climb with the Charlie.

What? No, we didn't.

The brother already admits that you did.

He did.

Your sister already admits that you did.

Not from his friends.

You voted.

Perhaps she discovered
your death and made threats.

Perhaps you had had
enough experience of a police's

growth treatment of
stateless romani herptions

and wishing to avoid
deportation or worse.

Kid help!

You! The trusted head!

He's having trouble here, so are you.

Does that mean that I killed her?

Damn, well, ran like she did.

Clear motive, both unaccounted
for at her time of death.

I'm changing my guess.

It's so funny.

Possibly.

Yes, yes.

You're doing that thing
where you pretend to

know more than
everyone else in the world.

I say no nothing.

The truth does not come
without protection, therefore.

You woke the bear from his sleep,
you cannot cry with your tangos.

That's not an expression in any language.

We continue.

Can you hear this?

Well, I got this.

I had no help.

Well, I still get to let it go.

Moral of it?

Uh, moral.

The bang to the head
might be your limit for tonight.

Someone else is in this house.

Did you hear it?

He has.

I mean, you're not listening.

Wait.

Stand up.

These are when I write to you again.

Come out now.

You are not in any trouble.

There is nothing to fear.

You came with the other children, yes?

And you have been
hiding here all this time?

Did you hear the word for it?

Did you see?

Did someone push out?

Who are you talking to?

A child.

You want that one?

No, I'm not your friend!

You can't believe us!

You heard that.

You owe us the price.

Pipes, sounds of the blitz.

Oh, my ears, you have never heard this.

But they are angry.

They're upset for them.

All the way, I'm upset now.

Listen.

It comes from the basement.

There is no basement in this house.

That's why a doctor, the
children's vendetta, you are good.

Dad?

Oh, there's a room, okay?

Are you ready to lock
those children in here to die?

Leave him.

He's having a night of storm.

Damn it.

Fair enough now.

Put it together.

Take the fish side.

Oh, no.

Oh, you're bad.

Try it.

Stop it.

No.

Don't wait.

Not ghosts.

I'm a fever.

Duh.

Duh.

Duh.

Duh.

Duh.

Duh.

Duh.

No, no, No.

No.

I'm not a big man.

No, he was me.

You see me?

You see me?

Yes.

It's just a thing.

I know.

I should have listened
to my soul, feelings,

evil, let me every
way, be this house, you

with me, with the same.
Wherever we go, death

of bullets, there must
be a rush in my hands.

over all of this. In the basement there are
bees, upstairs there is an ordinary killer.

Now, now, listen, please.

We can rest now in my
music room, it's almost

soundproof. We should
lock it for your safety.

But please, you keep the key for ours.

Yes.

It's time for a little cake, but
you think I've had too much time.

Wow, I have this.

Of course, she'd say
that. From her perspective,

it's true, I didn't
hear what Lisa said.

Or we don't believe what she wants.

A medium saw, Alicia murdered
a color meet-a-gun man.

You do not believe Miss
Reynolds, a typewriter with

a message from the
department of your initiative.

And from Maxine.

A haunted house? Humans
are so desperate to shape

chaos in the tiny stories,
double that in distress.

It isn't a wash of a trillion
stars, it's a whole passiope, that

blur of light in the family for all
that must be grandad's ghost.

Alicia was mentally ill. It killed her.

I didn't have to. A
proper doctor would have

treated her properly,
not that twitch salad.

Shit.

Honey, good on a clock, ancient antiseptic.

That's not well far. I can't place it.

What?

Alicia Drake. Such...

sunshine happiness.

Told me to Alicia, to work with
a fellow in a room on my island.

Last time he spoke.

So you did the break of your engagement?

You heard? She was original for me.

You carried her photograph in your pocket.
You came to Mountwind's servant.

I believe that you loved Alicia Drake more
than the money. And yet you walked away.

Somewhere when you married
them, you married them on a tomb.

So the mother did not approve of it?

She wouldn't approve of the Pope.

Rowena didn't know how to exist alone.

Torp the garden in spite took off abroad.

At least she was all twisted with guilt,
wanted to chase her around the world.

And I finally realized I would never
be the most important thing in her life.

So you broke it off and broke her heart,
all because of women made you feel small?

I returned Venice to
beg her to take me back.

When I heard she was sick,
Rowena wouldn't let me see her.

Or show her my letters.

The next time I saw Alicia was in a coffin.

Maybe it was my fault.

If you will permit your invitation, please.

Miss Oliver?

A simple note.

In a more distinguishing
language, the stationery

is playing with this
cleanly typewritten,

professionally anonymous.

Oh, that's it. You're done. Let's go.

Here's interview. We did not finish.

You were going to expose them, mind.

You told probably accused
him of being secretly petite.

Then he would have threatened to deck you.

Efforts fared.

Is your right?

God, they'll be useful. Give him a chair.

A chair, yes.
It is good to have a friend in this.

Our one have we known each other.

The canning wrote me visible bass murder.

I bullied my way to observing
you as research for a book.

Infamous.

Excuse me. Thank you.

What's wrong?

Thank you, not for me, for you.

You want to interview me?

Leave him be. You turned on a cold
engine, took a few nugs to the head.

Set this one out. Let morning come.

I almost died here.

This part of the song, it plays tricks.

It puts things in front
of me again and again.

I'm also a trick of the mind.

My mind wishes to tell me something.

How did you become a policeman?

I do wish you would like all of this.

It's right.

Answer.

My father was a cop.

Family business, basically.

Never knew anything else.

You have to your reply
earlier, only left here.

Yeah.

The family business was no longer for me.

Perhaps it never was.

I had this strength, but not this kind.

I drank on a clear
sleep, and I never slept.

You weren't a policeman once.

You can't understand.

Eventually you get a case.

And you know, instead of the last time you
get a storm, you can still know your soul.

What case was it for you?

Why did you lie about never having
been here before when clearly you heard?

You knew precisely where
to find the hidden telephone.

The case was such a spectacle.

The family deserved their privacy.

But you were the police one on
duty when I listed the wrinkles on dead.

Yes.

I pulled on from the water.

Retired next day.

So, to figure my excellent body
out and dragging at my gate,

who not once permitted a soul to pass,

he had told me this
morning he'd terror-taken me

to ask if I am near the
woman with the apples.

So many months, my police understood you,

resulting down in me
from curiosity or company,

grown men cast into the canal.

I had nearly ever waltzed through.

Why?

Because you are in league.

The upper-res and the body out
working with the medium in the cahoot,

feeling disdain, conspiring to bring
me to this sense to make me a fool.

I'm very worried about you.

Details about this year
during life and death,

provided by the policeman
who was present at our death,

details of me, provided not by delineation,

but by letter from you and at the
seance with all eyes on the medium,

your own hands for
freedom, secret accomplice,

to make me believe the impossible stuff.

Mediums and magic, ghosts and gods,

fame for the medium upper-sattached to you,

your literary standing restored,

the woman who stumped her pupil,

the poor of not just
Reynolds, but Ariadne Oliver.

Don't you believe me?

I currently only go to come from you.

Bit of a pickle, man.

So let us discover how you did it.

Baba.

A good touch.

A personal invitation to the fiancé.

Guaranteed drama with that one.

Three flops, I need to win.

You are friends.

You don't have friends.

You have admirers, and you
only have them because of me.

I wrote you up as a genius.

Why shouldn't I use you to sell books?

Genius.

You're a fool.

An ego.

A black cloud that lures death.

You know it too.

That's why you quit.

Isn't this why you killed your son?

No.

That's not it.

Your book and instant legend.

Come on.

You're tap dancing now.

We're kids together.

We did it.

Conceal murder!

The key.

Come quick.

Just a little bit.

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

The key has to be alone.

This is the only way in.

Can you have the only key?

Not possible.

No.

No, I was right in front of you.

To keep a shaft big at someone.

I hated him, but I
only want him dead.

He's got a child for Christ's sakes.

Anyways, I was outside.

I'm trying to get in with them.

It's true.

The doctor was alone in here.

Not alone.

Not in this house.

A doctor.

A nurse and a doctor.

The children's been dead.

There's no other way in.

I can't understand.

If this room wasn't safe,

then we're very safe.

None of us are safe.

Nothing human could have done this.

It is only for us to prove that these

parents' impassibilities
are in reality not such.

Come on.

We can let the detective detect.

He already knows.

He's going to come to it soon enough.

But once in your life, it's not
again something bigger than you.

You asked.

You asked why I stayed
while there's some experience.

Alicia was wasting away as she went mad.

Is Verena stayed at
her site day and night.

One day I pleaded
without to take some risk.

I promised to keep watch.

She slept past nightfall.

If I got to midnight,

I heard of all your suicide.

And for the death,

Alicia was sleeping so sadly.

she must have walked in after her left.

Gone to the balcony.

And you would beg her cause forgiveness?

I love that girl.

She died.

Because that was stupid and I was scared.

You've always had the only suffering.

I never should come in.

Wait.

You've always had this
place and never looked back.

I will not wait to be next.

Tonight.

We are all afraid.

There have been two impossible matters.

Each murder appears
comitable only by phantom.

As if the living had
been killed by the dead.

Appears you know something.

You know what killed my father.

I must consider this Reynolds assistance.

Survival is desperate and threatened.

The ex police commissary who
has been in his house before.

Each time death occurs the authorized,

determined, capable murder of sleep.

Level are avenging injured Olga Seminov.

So keen on just this as she prescribes it.

The former love full
of rage for the doctor.

And only the fragment of a
photograph to remember such happiness.

But there has been a third
death which explains the other two.

The mother of Alicia Drake
committed by her mother.

Her mother.

The mother will kill her own
child and kill her to a small toy.

Don't tell her what you see.

How dare you.

After all I have suffered, jerk, use me.

Alming my little girl.

If you don't kill a girl, you could not
fathom reusing her for anyone else.

In a range, you tore up
your job on a rainbow flower.

Flowers get too far wrong now.

But you'll repent of your job, not
with a rainbow, but with a single color.

A single color that could give you
back but you would not live without.

On that time hearing, seeing
things which are not there,

I begin to believe in the
impossible presence of loss.

When in fact I had been drugged
with an hallucinogenic poison.

I thought my covers were bare.

I found your honey in the linen closet.

There is a poison in the flowering
species of rodent nendorium potecoupe.

It's highest concentration in the nectar

that concentrates further when
processed by bees into honey.

All this effort per teaspoon
of wildflower honey.

that we could find next clear out.

It's not one fire.

I can't wait.

They call it a daily
battle in Turkey, where it

goes wild, where Rowan
and Red troubled alone angry.

Mad honey, a mere teaspoon of this poison
induces weakness, fever, hallucination.

You replanted it with that same toxic
flower that would produce poison honey.

I couldn't do that. I wouldn't.

Your daughter was not possessed.

She was poisoned by a
mother who could not let her go.

We lovingly spoon fed controlled
doses of poison honey in our tea,

keeping her just sick enough to
prevent a reunion with a repentant love.

Weak.

I felt blessed like a child again.

Yours again.

Until a mistake.

Mrs. Seminov watched
Alicia while you slept at last,

like Phile and Olga grew frightened
when inevitably Alicia woke.

I am sure this doubt again,

but what to do?

And not knowing the real truth.

Olga Seminov did what she
believed that you would do.

and served Alicia Drake's calming tea,

sweetened with honey.

Too sweet.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Alicia Drake did not run to
her balcony to commit suicide.

She had overdose on your poison.

and her heart had stopped in her sleep.

You returned from your
arrest to find her dead.

And then you made your monstrous choice.

You made the Mark of
the children's vendetta.

You know, cut her.

You still are into the canal.

You made her suicide.

A victim of legend of ghosts.

Your love applying and incapable don't
are found nothing to arrest suspicion.

At the inquest of police,

predisposed to
superstition easily satisfied.

The poison jar left in the linen
cupboard by the careless housekeeper.

You had got away with
killing your own child.

Until me so little had to run
my attention to something.

Where did all the money go?

I can't afford to fix it.

There is usually only one answer.

Blackmail.

I suspect that someone had found you out.

And so you paid for their silence.

Again and again you paid.

But now with your fortune gone and
this house unsaleable at any price,

you are desperate to get out
from under the blackmail of storm.

But who could it be?

Your obvious suspect was Dr. Ferrier.

Perhaps he was not so naive a witness.

Perhaps finally he recognized
the poison symptoms.

And then you received your letter
from the unholy Miss Reynolds,

claiming messages from your lost daughter.

Too many intimate details known.

Teasing knowledge of your crime.

Her services offered at a heavy price.

Surely this was your blackmailer.

She had to be stopped to be safe.

Both Miss Reynolds and
Dr. Ferrier had to be stopped.

But how?

The chaos.

In a haunted house.

Unhollow me.

The perfect opportunity to conceal the
murder of those you suspected of blackmail.

Hiding behind superstition legend fear.

The clock struck.

And so did you.

But in your history, you will
mistake the wear of the mask.

Disposing a video find your target.

I was with Mrs. Salmonoff at midnight.

She was.

We were together.

I saw the time.

You saw the time on the
clock in the music room,

where she had asked you to wait a room,

which is practically some proof,

which she herself had sealed,

and in which she had
previously changed the time.

Where you could not even
hear the true midnight bell.

It read midnight when it was really.

After Joyce Reynolds did it.

The damning evidence
discarded with a magician's touch.

What about Ferrier?

She wasn't anywhere near him.

Indeed she made a show of the locked door,

giving me the soul key.

But she would not keep
Dr. Ferrier with a knife.

Your mother's weapon
would be entirely phone.

The phone line from outside was
dead, of course, because of the storm.

But the indama line remained clear.

No telephone call would
come from outside the house,

only from inside.

She, in the dining room,

he sealed in the music room.

I know you will not make me.

You come fast to him everything,
to mean the color of Joyce Reynolds,

of staging your own daughter's suicide.

It's not possible.

And then you made your threat.

To exactly what I know.

You threatened to kill his son.

Well, let him go. Leave him.

He's only a reason to leave.

If he didn't do what you told him,

and what you told him to do,

was to take the knife.

Oh, see.

See you, my dad.

And Mr. Reynolds.

And Joyce.

No.

I would never hurt her.

It was an accident.

She was my whole life.

You poisoned her.

To protect her.

To control her.

To keep her safe from you.

I couldn't let her go.

She was mine.

She was the best thing about me.

And if there is a soul,

you gave her a space.

No, see.

The time.

They will rule.

Miss Drake is suicide.

Unless you would like to
make a statement otherwise.

Can I at least see you stay full?

Before you tell me.

For fraud.

In the daylight.

Neither appears necessary.

In the end it is you protecting me totally.

Voila.

It lived with me, Mr. Seminoff.

And Harry.

Would mind him as our own.

I'd insist on a bit more such like you.

You are a precocious boy,

who is perhaps ashamed of
how much he likes attention.

I know something like this.

You must not blame yourself for
anything that happened in this house.

Why would he do that?

But it's only a fault.

You did not care for
the money for yourself.

You wanted to help your father.

That could work.

I only used money to pay for bills.

I didn't even know
what to do with the rest.

Rowan and Drake presumed that BlackBerry
was the fake media mother family doctor.

Rowan was neither.

Only the doctor's son saw the truth.

He was obvious from downstairs.

My tiny porcelain.

I decided to make you dirty for her,

but the poison king.

I read all that in one of
her books at the library.

So...

I tested the theory.

Isn't it BlackBerry?

And the mother?

Or is there a use for this
money in your mind's eyes?

To make you go down the river.

We survived before Miss Rowan's.

Don't do better than survive.

The promise will get to America.

Viva.

Come with us, you two.

To the police station?

Us, to home, new to America.

Missouri, I understand.

Passage for two.

We can help with that.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello.

We solved the case.

But you had help.

Didn't you?

You heard her.

Are you sure it's my thing?

Don't worry.

People who die in this
house always come back.

We'll save them again.

See you soon, Daddy.

I want to apologize.

You've ruined my book.

I have a living hope for
you after we went home.

Similarity does not include their name.

I never hear your name again.

Just a house now.

All the vomit.

But you had the look of a believer.

You did.

You saw something.

I was under the influence.

My subconscious mind.

Assembled facts ahead of the rational.

You saw.

You know.

I know only that we
cannot hide from our ghosts.

Whether they are real or not.

Just make our peace with them.

And live life somehow.

And how will you live your life?

Support.

Support.

Your parents died one soon
after the other than your brother.

Your trusted doctor is a
beloved friend to the family.

Your brother was unmarried,
as are you, no other relations.

Your family is not cursed.

I strongly suspect your brother
added a courtesy to his will,

naming your doctor, as beneficiaries should
all members of your small family perish,

after which I strongly suspect you also,

rather than claiming natural
causes at their deathbeds.

And your life is next in danger.

You'll be with your sins.

Peace.

When the lights go on again,

they'll get up to the table.

All over the world.

And the boys are home again.

All over the world.

And rain or snow is all.

That may fall from the skies above.

I kiss, wander, be your goodbye.

But I long, long.

When the lights go on again,

the ships will sail again.

Then we will have to,

and three hearts will sing,

when the lights go on again.