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- OLIVER: Are you going out on a date?
- Date?

No! Tobert has
a suspect he has a lead on.

I'm meeting him for a stakeout,

and the place has a dress code.

Jonathan?
Howard's sweet boyfriend was your guy?

Who else had more to gain
from him dying, you know?

Who's he hugging hello?

He's wearing a red coat and a cap.

That was Ben's private doctor.
One of those, uh, celebrity concierge,

anything-you-need
prescription-filler types.

You're here!
Welcome to my slice of New York.

Hey, you know who was a real fucking pig?

Ben Glenroy.

You didn't mean to propose to me?

No, I didn't.

♪

Mabel, be my partner.

I already have partners.

The old guys?
No, they're busy putting together

another bomb of a Broadway show,
which leaves you where?

[kissing, moaning]

Shall I draw us a bath?

Oliver?

I'm waiting...

[dramatic thunder crack]

♪ gentle music playing ♪

[breeze blowing]

HOWARD:
Theaters are known for their ghosts.

Take the Goosebury.
[projector whirring]

In 1919,

Gideon Goosebury was a rising star
on the Great White Way.

But on opening night,

playing the lovesick chimney sweep in
Ashes to Ashes,

a 300-pound sandbag
came loose from the rafters

and brained him in the middle
of his second-act monologue.

Legend has it,

if you don't sweep
Gideon's energy off the stage every night,

he'll find a way to curse your show.

There was the cholera outbreak

that tore through
the company of Hamlet in 1949,

John Gielgud's crippling shingles attack

during The Iceman Cometh revival in '88,

and now the death of Ben Glenroy.

[thunder rumbles]

♪

When you make the stage
a part of your life,

it can be hard to escape
your personal ghosts, too.

[thunder continues]

Your obsessions.

Your failures.

Just when you think you've broken free
from your old patterns,

boom.

They come back to haunt you.

CHARLES:
I know, President McKinley,

Joy took everything.

Except you and me.

The guys with the attitude problems.

[thunder cracks]

But we'll be fine.

We have each other.

HOWARD: But what do you do
when your future starts haunting you?

The choices you'll never make.
The lives you'll never lead.

[banging on door]

What's more dangerous

than someone whose dreams have died?

Howard! What's wrong?

I have something I need to confess.

I killed Ben Glenroy.

[thunder cracks]

♪ lively theme song playing ♪

♪ vocalizing ♪

[thunder rumbling]

HOWARD:
Legend has it,

three sweeps to the north,

three sweeps to the south, you're safe.

I did that every night during
Death Rattle.

But on opening night,

[sob] I didn't sweep

[shudders] and Ben died!

- [thunder rumbles]
- [sighs] Hold on.

I thought you said
you killed Ben Glenroy.

Yes.
CHARLES: Now, you're saying

a ghost killed Ben Glenroy.

Yes, Charles! It's perfectly simple!

I was protecting our show
from a malevolent spirit

with a nightly sweeping ritual.

[sighs] But on opening night,

I went to get the broom from KT's office

and it was locked.

Strange noises coming from within.

I should have found her.
I should have gotten the key.

But I try to never interact with KT
because of her casual cruelty.

And her breath.

So I didn't sweep, and five hours later,

Ben was dead! [sobs]

Howard, why haven't you
told anyone about this before?

I guess I convinced myself
it was all in my head.

But then, this morning,

I saw him.
ALL: Who?

Gideon.
[thunder cracks]

I was at the theater.

I was sweeping

because we're moving back
into the theater tomorrow

and I wanna make sure
it's completely ghost-free.

And I heard a noise.

[thunder rumbles]

[eerie chirp]

[soft buzzing]

♪ eerie music playing ♪

[buzzing, whirring]

[whoosh]

[echoing]
Hello?

Is someone there?

[whoosh]

I know Krav Maga!

[narrating]
And there he was,

in his signature cap and red coat.

I said...

Gideon Goosebury!

Is that you?

[narrating]
And he said...

FIGURE [echoing]:
Sure...

[maniacal laugh]
[screaming]

[thunder rumbles]

Howard, I hate to break it to you,
but ghosts aren't real.

Oh, of course, they are.

Ho! Man in towel!

Yes, Charles, I'm aware.

[Oliver sighs]

Spoiler alert.
MABEL: Nope,

not the correct usage of that whatsoever.

- Plot twist?
- Still no.

You know, I shot
a ghost hunter doc once

and we spent an entire night
aboard the haunted Queen Mary.

Around 3:00 AM, alone in the dining room,

I saw her with my own two eyes,
the Lady in White.

Did you know that Queen Mary
was England's first queen regnant?

A lot of people think it was
Matilda from the 12th century

but she was never actually crowned.

Charles, if the goal was to offer
a more interesting anecdote,

we're headed in the wrong direction.

Hello!

Is anyone hearing what I'm saying?!

There is a murderous ghost
loose in our theater right now

and he's coming from one of us next!

[thunder cracks]
Oh! God! I'm telling you--

- [crying]
- Howard, breathe!

Hey, just, uh, give us a moment. Hm?

Hey, what's up with your tooth?

Oh, it's a temporary. If I like it,

the dentist says he'll do
the rest to match. What do you think?

- Bright. Like a headlight.
- Oh. Ah.

Okay. Obviously,
Howard didn't see an actual ghost

but I still think it's worthwhile
us going over there.

Oh, I totally agree.

S-- [laughs] Sorry.
We're having a conversation here.

Mabel, did you hear what he said
about the cap and the red coat?

- I mean, it kinda sounds like...
- Ben's doctor?

I had the same thought.
OLIVER: Jesus.

Right, so he saw us last night,
and then realized he'd been made...

So he goes straight to the theater
this morning to cover his tracks.

Exactly. I mean, if he and Jonathan
are behind the poisoning,

then they'd definitely wanna
make sure there's no evidence.

That's good.
[clears throat loudly]

Oh, sorry. Hi! We're still here.

Yeah, the original three
who came into the dining room.

Yeah, remember that?

Yeah.

You suspect Jonathan now?

And you're investigating with this guy?

Jonathan was Ben's understudy.
That's a pretty big motive.

And I told you I was going on a stakeout
with Tobert last night.

Oh yeah. Right. I forgot.

I was probably preoccupied with Joy,

who left me, by the way. Spoiler alert.

Wait, Joy left you? When?

- CHARLES: Yesterday.
- Are you okay, Charles?

Oh, I'm fine. I'm fine.

This is not my first rodeo.

This old clown's been
bucked by Lady Love before

and got back up to ride again.

Yee-haw!

- Very convincing.
- Well, the point is

I'm completely fine,

and Joy did not write "fucking pig."

- [thunder rumbles]
- Well, someone did.

Is it possible this ghost thing

is Howard trying to cover for Jonathan?

He sounded genuinely distraught.

And we all know that Howard can't act
his way out of a damp paper bag.

Here's a thought.
Why don't I go with Howard

to the theater alone?

I'll throw him a bone.

We can look into his ghost thing,
you know?

- What?
- Nothing, it's just surprising.

You haven't exactly been
driving this investigation.

In fact, you've been anti-investigation.

Well, why don't I make it up to you
with a little solo mish?

Mish is short f-for mishegoss.

No way. I'm coming, too.

- If you're going, so am I.
- Alright, I'm gonna tell Tobert.

Wait! Mabel, a word?
You know, we're kind of a trio.

And we're not hiring.

Alright, fine.

This'll be fun, the three of us together.

I've missed this.
[Charles and Oliver laugh]

Hey! Jack, Janet, and Chrissy,
can we speed this up, please?!

It's a Three's Company reference!

Those were the original
character names on the show

before they changed Chrissy to Cindy!

Why the fuck am I yelling?!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I know!
Because there is

a murderous ghost on the loose!
[thunder cracks]

[door clangs]
[thunder rumbling]

[shivering, gasping]

[Oliver groaning]

[echoing door slam]

- [quietly] It's dark in here.
- [loudly] Except for the ghost light.

[shushing]

Whoever Howard saw might still be here.
Keep it down.

[quietly]
I'm sorry. I was saying the ghost light

is an old theater tradition.

It has to stay on at all times,

and it never ever goes out.

[light fizzles]
[Howard gasps]

Nonbeliever says what?

That was kinda strange.

No, no, KT probably did it.
She must be here running cues.

Why don't you all go see
if she's in the booth behind the balcony

and I'll look around the dressing rooms?
Good? Good.

No! We have to stick together.

That's right.
First rule of every horror movie.

Never get separated.
[Oliver grunts]

All this commotion can't be good
for President McKinley.

- The fish is named President McKinley?
- Why is he here with us again?

Imagine you're in a fish tank
all day long, and you look out,

and you see two people walking by.

And then one day, you only see one.

He could be traumatized.

[echoing thud]
[Howard yelps, gasps]

That's exactly how Gideon died.

It is?

Could Gideon be out for me now?

Charles, do not make this all about you!

[rope whips, sandbag thuds]
[all yelp]

Okay, maybe it is about you.

[rope creaking]

♪ eerie crescendo ♪

- [thunder rumbles]
- Oh God, oh God, oh God.

Broom! I need that broom!

Damn it, Howard, you made me
fuck up my highlighting.

[shredder whirring]

KT, we may have an issue.

The issue is I was just nearly killed
by two falling sandbags.

Ladies and gentlemen, stay calm.

I'm gonna need everyone
to keep the stage clear

while I safety check the flies.

Now, who has small hands
who can help me test the ropes?

Take Howard. He has hands
like an American Girl doll.

- I do not.
- Howard, go with KT.

Do literally whatever she says.

[Howard groans]

MABEL:
Hey.

- Is this an attendance sheet?
- Yeah, it's a sign-in sheet.

You sign in when you come in at half hour.

Handwriting samples from the whole cast.

We can use this to compare

to the "fucking pig"
on Ben's mirror.

Oh, I don't know.
I don't think that would be very helpful.

It's exactly the kind of thing
that you would do.

I basically pulled it from
the Oliver Putnam playbook.

Well, that playbook
is mine to play with,

so gimme that.

Is he leaking?
His water seems low.

I still don't understand
why you brought him.

Oh. Well,

this is a little embarrassing
to say, but...

this fish is all I have right now.

It's not like all of us
have hot new boyfriends.

Tobert is not my boyfriend.

Oh, so you do pronounce the final T.

It's not like a French cheese. Tobere...

[French accent] Uh, garçon?
S'il vous plait, I would like a le Tobere.

- Oh, oui, monsieur. Et votre--
- Okay!

- I'm just gonna cut you off at the cheese.
- Well...

did you record
with him for our podcast?

- No!
- Well,

you showed him our Murder Board.

And how about our red string?
Did you let his handsome fingers

move our red string around?

- Charles.
- Well, how can we trust you

with confidential case information

when we know you might share it
with a stranger at any moment?

How can you trust me? Wha-- I...

And he's not a stranger.

We just have to be careful
who we get involved with.

Yeah, and I think I have a better
track record with that than you.

Tobert has done more for this case

in the past two days
than you have the past two weeks.

Okay, yeah. But I've been busy.

Yeah, but I... [sighs]

- Where the hell is Oliver?
- You know,

President McKinley is definitely leaking.

I need to find something to put him in.

I think there's a props closet
down the hall.

Yeah, you go ahead and do that,

Oliver can do whatever
the hell he's doing,

and I'll keep investigating,
alone, as usual!

♪

Okay...

[sighs]

I really don't see it.

How many ways are there
to write an F anyway?

[sighs]

Son of a bitch.

[eerie thudding]

Guys?

Th-There's something here
I think you should see.

[thudding continues]

Hello?

Is someone there?

[lights buzzing]

I also know Krav Maga!

Hello?

♪

I'm coming up, so...

[light buzzing]

I'm here.

So...

[grunting]

My God, this looks like
the Phantom of the Opera's
college dorm room.

[distant thudding]

♪ dramatic sting ♪

You're right.
I never should have brought you here.

[door opens]

Hello. Get you a little water.

No problem. Ooh.
[faucet squeaks]

You're an indoor fish.
You belong in a tank.

Water is water, right?

Hey, who loves you?
Go ahead, stretch out. [laughs]

I'll be back to get you when we're done.

[knob rattling, door banging]

[nervous laugh]
Hello.

[banging door]
Really?

♪

Hello? Hello!
[doorknob rattling]

No need to panic.

My friends will notice I'm gone,

and they'll come back to get me.

[emphatically]
I said don't panic!

♪

Ah!
[muffled yell]

Ow!

Jesus Christ, you bit me.

Yeah, well, that's just the tip
of the incisor, you fucking...

[machinery humming]

Jerry? Jerry Blau?

Oliver. Oh, thank God,
a fellow director.

You shouldn't sneak up
on people like that, Jerry!

I'm not a young man!
You could've given me a heart attack!

I'm sorry, Ollie. I thought you were
someone coming to kick me out.

What are you doing here?

Donna fired you off this show a year ago.

Are you living in here?

No. I mean, yes. I'm squatting.

But there's a rich tradition
of that in the theater, right?

Right.

I did spend a complicated three months

living in Maureen Stapleton's mud room.

But this is a different situation!
You shouldn't be here, Jerry.

Just wait. I can explain.

Have a seat.

Can I interest you in a snack?

No, I'm good. Thanks.

It's so nice having company.

[fizzling, snapping]
Oh!

[light buzzing]

Charles? Oliver?

♪

[eerie thudding]
[footsteps approach]

♪ music swells ♪

- Tobert?
- Wow. Look,

I know that you wanted
to be with your guys, okay?

But I decided to tail Jonathan
and he led me right here to the theater.

[door opens]
Shh.

[door shuts]
That's him.

Alright, come on. Let's go.

[clears throat] Maybe unhand me?

- Oh! Yeah, sorry.
- Thanks.

Hey, I'm glad you came.

[light buzzing]

[cables clanking]

You don't like me, do you?
KT: You're irrelevant to the show.

Therefore, you're irrelevant to me.

Irrelevant?
I have been protecting this show

from negative spirits since day one.

And if you hadn't locked
your office on opening night,

I wouldn't have missed a day
and Ben Glenroy might still be alive.

[sighs] First of all,
my office door is never locked.

It was locked on opening night.

Not by me it wasn't.
And what negative spirits?

Not Gideon.
[rattling]

[whispers]
You know about Gideon?

Fuck it, Howard,
I've done 43 shows in this building!

Of course, I know about Gideon!

Shh!

But do you know
how dangerous he can be?

I do. That's why I was sweeping.

[chuckles]

Fuckin' amateur hour.
Sweeping does nothing.

- It doesn't?
- Mm-mmm.

This is the closest I've ever
come to my dream job

and I fucked it up.

Your dream job was to be an assistant?

No, an actor. I always wanted to act.

But then, in junior high,

I got cast as John Proctor
in The Crucible.

KT:
Mm.

[spotlight clicks]
It was thrilling at first.

Feeling the spotlight warm my face

the first time I delivered
my big monologue.

[spotlight clicks, powers down]

But after the show,
my mother told me

my stage voice was matronly and shrill.

She said she never wanted to hear me
use that voice again in public.

So I quit before I even began.

Damn.

[inhales]

I always wanted to be a director. [laughs]

But that ship has sailed.

Don't say that.

You're not Gideon.

You're not dead. Yet.

[deep sigh]

You don't sweep Gideon away.

You have to include him. Come on.

How long have I been abandoned?
One hour? Five hours?

Nice to know I'm missed, huh?

[sighs] You know what?

Maybe you're right.

If you piss off everyone in your tank,

how can you blame them
when you end up alone? [scoffs]

Wh-Why did I have to make fun
of that guy's name? "Tobert."

It's a perfectly good name!

But we're gonna get through this,
you and me.

You don't mind if I relieve myself, do ya?

[groans] I had two cups of coffee,

and who knows how long
we're gonna be in here.

[urinating]
[heavy breathing]

- [sizzling]
- After Donna fired me,

Marshall and I had a dispute

about my ability
to continue paying our mortgage

and I was asked to vacate the premises.

Luckily, this place is free,

as long as I don't get caught. Shh...

So, you're the ghost?

Your manservant
spotted me this morning.

I heard him ranting
about Gideon Goosebury,

and I thought if
I could pretend to be him,

offer a few frights, drop a few sandbags,

it might scare you all off.

Long shot, I know, but...

is there also any chance
that you killed Ben Glenroy?

Really, Oliver? I'm offended.

I may have suffered
a minor career setback

but I'm not a monster!

- [shoe thuds]
- Ah! Oh my-- Is that a rat?!

You came on a good night.

I doubt I'll have
a good night ever again.

[sighs]

You okay, Ollie?

♪

You know the first rule of theater?

Don't feed Hugh Jackman after midnight.

- The other one.
- Oh!

You fell in love with one of your actors.

Yes.

- Lady with the braids?
- Mm-hmm.

Now you're worried
because of her violent temper.

What? Wh-What violent temper?

Well, you know what happened
backstage on opening night?

Oh! You don't know.

Well [laughs] luckily,
you're not the only director here.

[sighs] Voilà. Puppets.

Oh good lord.

See? I keep busy. [laughs]

[urinating]
CHARLES: So then, I say to the guy,

"Look, if you're so tough, then you ride
the moped into the chimp enclosure."

And he goes-- [laughs] he go...
[flushes toilet]

[wheezing]
Mr. President!

♪ suspenseful music playing ♪

- TOBERT: Thank you.
- Uh-- Give those back.

- What's this?
- Dr. Hiram Camareri.

- Dr. C, I presume?
- I don't know what you're talking about.

Come on, Jonathan. You know we just saw
you with Ben's doctor last night.

Alright. Fine.

I've been really anxious

since taking over Ben's part.

It's a lot of pressure being the lead.

So I asked Dr. C for some help.
He could get Ben anything he wanted.

So he gave me the "leading man cocktail."

It's a mix of beta blockers,
Propecia, HGH,

and just a dash of methamphetamine.

All the same things Ben was taking.

So you didn't wanna be the lead.

No.

And please don't tell Howard.

He wouldn't understand.

It's his dream,

but he has no idea what it's like

to carry the weight of
an entire show on your shoulders.

♪ somber music playing ♪

[Tobert sighs]

[sobs] Everybody knows you don't
take a fish in the theater, you idiot!

Oh jeez!

[water bubbling]

[light splashing]

President McKinley! Oh!

Ho! Ho! Ho!

I saved you from your second
assassination attempt.

This is the universe telling us
that no matter what kind of hardships,

we-- Wait. Is that an intercom?

Hello? This is Charles.
[clicks, whirs]

This-- I'm in the-- Can you hear me?
I'm in the prop room!

[hissing]

Hey!

♪

[clicking]

Ah! Ah! Ah--

[coughing]

[laughing]

Hey, w-we got a smoke issue!

[buzzing]

Now, at half hour
on the night in question,

I saw Braids Lady

jawboning with Mr. Movie Star Man

while they were rehearsing
their big fight scene

on the steps of the lighthouse.

Something set her off.

Probably Movie Man
taking the stage-choking

a scooch too far.

He gets rough, so she gets in his face

and calls him, and I quote,

a "Cocksucking ding-dong."

That doesn't sound like her.

I'm up in the rafters.
I'm only getting every third word.

It could have been "fucking pig."

Anyway, now,

the Albino Fella comes along.

You mean Charles?

The has-been with the hair, yeah.

He comes right in
the middle of all of this

and clocks Mr. Movie Star

right in the kisser.

Blammo!

Charles punched Ben?

You didn't know any of this?

♪

Are you sure this'll work?

It's worked 42 times before.

And this is the actual monologue
Gideon was giving the moment he died?

Yep. Now, call him to the stage.

Gideon, are you there?

Oh, come on! Use your stage voice!

[echoing]:
Sing out, Louise!

[sighs]

- [yelling] Oh, Gideon.
- [projecting] Your stage voice!

[deep stage voice]
Oh, Gideon!

We come not to banish but to praise you!

Join us so we may finish

your great unfinished work!

- Don't forget to direct me. [clears throat]
- Oh. Okay.

[Howard clears throat]

"Oh, Irene, how could a poor sweep like me

ever hope to win the love of
a fine lady like yourself?"

- It's a strong start.
- Thanks.

[recording beep]
CHARLES: If you are seeing this video,

it means that I am dead.

I perished alone

with only a fish as my witness.

Now, I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking, "Charles,

why didn't you scream?" Well, I did!

"Why didn't you call somebody
on your phone?"

Because I'm in a closet with no bars!

"Why didn't you use your jimmy keys?"

Jimmy keys?

Hello, baby.

What do we really know?
[sizzling]

Loretta hated Ben.

She was violent towards Ben.

She had a motive
and opportunity to kill Ben.

But, does that make her
a murderer or just...

quirky?

God, I'm screwed, aren't I?

Oliver, how far do you and I go back?

All the way back
to our original hairlines.

All the way back to the dawn
of off-off-off-Broadway.

And back then,
you told me the key to directing.

Yes, I remember.

- Remind me.
- You said,

"The only wrong choice is no choice.

Indecision is death."

I said that?
Jesus, it's so bleak.

You are not a young man, Oliver.

You said so yourself.

It's time to shit or get off the bucket.

Choose what matters to you

and then do
whatever you have to do to get it.

Or you'll end up like me.

Neither behind the scene or on stage.

More dead than alive.

♪

Thanks, Jer. I know what I have to do.

Oliver, you won't tell
anyone I'm here, right?

I won't tell. But...

you should really go home to Marshall.

And eat his food?

[Oliver sighs, grunts]

- [door shuts]
- So Ben was on all of those drugs.

Well, when Jonathan said
the cocktail had a dash of meth,

why didn't that show up in his autopsy?

- [loud bang]
- Oh! Oh, thank God!

[wheezes]

MABEL:
Charles?!

- Mother?
- Charles!

Oh! Mabel! I was trapped.

Years went by! Do I have a beard?
Is SNL still on?

You were gone for 20 minutes.

Oh, well, I-I'm parched and I'm weak.

You know what, let me see
if I can find you some electrolytes.

Thank you!
Finally, someone's thinking about me!

Thank you, Tobert!

Did you ask him to come down here?
Are we partnering with him now?

[sighs] He came here on his own
to follow a lead,

like investigators do
in an investigation.

Oh, I'm sorry, but who left who
to die in a fog closet?

Who left...

I swear, you and Oliver
are working my last nerve today.

Really? Where is Oliver?

Hey!

♪ intense music playing ♪

"When I think of you
giving your heart to another,

I die a thousand deaths."

- Bigger!
- [bigger] "A thousand deaths!"

Yes, it's working! Okay, pace it up!

[rapidly] "I'll never rest until we're
together as we were meant to be."

Yes! Feel him inside you!
[buzzing]

[echoing]
Gideon!

Gideon is with us! [laughs]

Oliver, stop! What are you doing?!

- I'm making a choice.
- That's evidence!

This isn't a crime scene anymore, Mabel.
The police got their guy.

It's a dressing room.

And since we're coming in here tomorrow
for rehearsal, it needs to be cleaned.

Oliver, you're crossing a line.

Oh, I'm crossing a line?

This from the guy who punched Ben Glenroy
on the night of the murder

and conveniently forgot
to tell us about it.

You what? You punched Ben?

Because he attacked Loretta
and I told him to stay away from her.

But the real question is,

why is your production so out of control

that your actors are beating
each other up on opening night?

Oh, this is my fault, is it?

Well, you're the director.
Someone has to be responsible for the fact

that your show is a death trap.

Today alone, I almost died three times.

- What?
- Two sandbags and a killer fog.

Well, I'm so, so sorry
for trying to breathe life

into your dead career
by putting you on Broadway.

My career was not dead.

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wanted to do burrito-sodes?

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on the Chipotle app but I said no
because I wanted to do this

which I realize now was a huge mistake!

Oh, it was, huh? Well maybe,

I should have hired someone
who could actually sing!

Well, maybe you should have
because I quit.

- Fine!
- Fine!

MABEL:
Charles!

Why didn't you tell me
what happened with Ben on opening night?

Because she was his girlfriend
and I was trying to protect him

[stammering] 'cause he's my buddy!

Was.
MABEL: Wait,

Loretta's a part of this, too?
What else is she keeping from us?

I don't know
and, frankly, I don't care.

Oliver, what the fuck are you doing?!

You know, you are like
a dog with a bone, Mabel.

They arrested someone
for Ben's murder, remember?

And yet, you keep trying to
throw suspicion onto my cast.

You know, I know you've never
had a grownup job before

but guess what?
They matter.

- Wow.
- Oliver.

In a few weeks, Loretta goes on to star

in Death Rattle Dazzle,
and I finally get

what I've been working for my whole life.

I won't let you jeopardize that!

Cinda was right.

- What does that mean?
- Cinda Canning?

Cinda fucking Canning
asked me to partner with her

and I said that I was
already part of a team.

She said that I don't need you guys

and I'm starting to see that she's right.

All I do is put up
with your self-involved insanity!

The musical, the White Room, the proposal,

but a man is dead!

A man who actually meant something to me!

And I'm gonna figure out who did it

whether the two of you
give a shit or not! I'm done!

♪ melancholy music playing ♪

[sighs]

HOWARD:
Sometimes,

all you need to banish your ghosts...

[wind blowing]

is for someone to see you...

Bravo!

[birds chirping]

HOWARD:
...and understand your dreams.

[aquarium bubbling]

It's only when you're alone...

that the real haunting begins.

[sizzling]

[curtains slide]

♪