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Oh, hey, Sass.

How's it going with Joan?

Awesome.

She had to go back to L.A. for
a bit, but we had a great week.

Yeah. Smelled some
nice dinners...

Oh, my God, did you two
do it or not?

Hey, first of all,
I respect women.

That's a big no.

Pinkus is here.
He just pulled up.

I'm sorry, who or what
is a Pinkus?

He's my old Lehman bro.

The junior associate
I heroically gave my pants to

before I died.
Hi.

Welcome to Woodstone.

I also gave him
my boxers.

Mm. A decision that haunts
us to this very day.

You must be Mr. Pinkus.

Oh, please, call me Adam.
This is my daughter, Abby.

Hi.

Mazel, Pinkus.

I thought it might've
been a young wife,

which also would've
earned a mazel,

but daughter's
even better.

Dad, you okay?

It's, uh, emotional
to be here.

Aw, my boy's
verklempt.

That means
getting choked up.

25 years ago,
a good friend of mine

passed away on this property.
Trevor Lefkowitz.

Of course. We had his memorial
here a couple years ago.

After they fished his skull
out of the lake.

I know.
I was away on business,

so I couldn't make it,

but I wanted to come up
and pay my respects.

Sam, tell him Tara Reid
was at my memorial.

In case you were wondering

if anyone famous
was at the memorial...

Smooth.

...Tara Reid was there.

Wow. Tara Reid came?

Who's Tara Reid?

Pinkus, seriously, what
kind of parenting is this?

She's an actress.
She was in American Pie.

It's a '90s comedy
about a group of friends

who try and lose
their virginity.

Incredible movie.
Sounds dumb.

Eh? Hit a little
too close to home? Hmm?

Hmm? Hmm?

What's going on here?

Sam had her phone
make a slideshow

of her and Jay's
entire relationship.

She's forcing
everyone to watch,

and now, it's Jay's turn
to pretend he's interested.

Aw, that time
you bought me jeans?

Remember, after that,
we got chicken.

It's
a precious memory.

Ah, and there's the chicken.
And another angle of it.

And another.

Edit your
photos, Sam.

It's too bad ghosts
can't look back

on their relationships
like this.

I wish I had a montage
of all my time with Donna.

I mean, before
I found out she was a murderer.

Oh, right,

your Caribbean girlfriend.
I forgot about Donna.

How did it go when you finally
ended things with her?

Um, well, we, uh,

haven't actually completed
the break-up process.

You're still
seeing her?

No, no, I mean, I just--
You know, we never officially

had any kind of talk,
but it's been a while now.

I think she gets it.

Oh, Peter,
you coward.

You left a guy
at the altar.

Yeah. To his face.

Pete, I know that
she's a murderer,

but you owe it to her
to break up with her in person.

Pete's ghosting
his girlfriend, Donna.

The one who offed her husband
with a pitchfork.

Oh, come on, Pete.
That's bad form, my guy.

I know she gutted her hubs,
but she's still a person.

Okay, fine. If Jay thinks
I should talk to her in person,

that's what I'll do,
because he knows

what he's talking about,
and he's my best friend.

And yet, you're the only ghost
he hasn't met.

Hey, I was
inside of him.

Why are we still seeing
pictures of chicken?

And then Trevor

literally gave me
the pants off his legs

so I wouldn't have to run back
to the city without any.

Hero move
for the ages.

What an amazing story that
I'm only hearing just now

for the first time.
Well, I didn't know it then,

but those pants were
about to change my life.

Dad, I don't think
they want to hear

our whole entire life story.

No, we would love
to hear about it.

Let him tell it, Abby.
Yes, respect your elders

and their dead
former coworkers.

In the pocket of those pants
was a phone number.

That's right.
Laurie Goldstein.

We dated for a couple weeks.
It went well, but then I died.

Wow, you literally ghosted her.

And then after a few days,
when nobody had seen Trevor,

my dad called the number
to see if they had information.

And this incredible
woman answered.

Her name was Laurie Goldstein.

She looked like
Yasmine Bleeth.

Anyway, we got to talking, and
one thing led to another and...

They started dating,

and then they got married,
and then they had me.

Unbelievable.

The pants just keep on giving.

I can still remember
the night we met.

She looked like
Yasmine Bleeth.

Who's Yasmine Bleeth?

Seriously?
Pinkus, teach this girl.

You're breaking up
with me?

It's not you,
it's me.

I'm also slightly irked
by the fact that you...

...killed your husband Gerald
in a grisly pitchfork murder.

Oh, gosh, you heard about that?

There's a whole TV special
about you.

They call you
the Slaying Mantis,

which, as a pun aficionado,
I appreciated,

but as your boyfriend,
I did not.

Pete, I swear to you,

I am innocent.

Donna, he was killed
with a pitchfork,

and in the documentary,
they have a picture of you

posing with
that pitchfork.

It was for Halloween.

Gerald and I went as
that old farmer couple

from the American Gothic
painting.

If you're innocent, why did you
run off to the Caribbean?

All the evidence pointed to me.

The police weren't even
looking at other suspects.

I didn't know what to do.

And my miles
were about to expire,

you know what that's like.

Well, if you didn't do it,
who did?

I don't know,
I wasn't there.

Wait a minute.
I have an idea.

Gerald was murdered
at our house.

Maybe he's a ghost.

Or there's another ghost
who saw it happen.

You could go and investigate,
like Columbo.

That's a great idea.

Donna, I'm gonna
clear your name.

Oh, and, uh...
just one more thing.

Yeah?
No, I was doing
Columbo's catchphrase.

That was pretty good.

Now, I got to get out of here

before my wiener
starts to disappear.

That's kind of
my catchphrase.

And we talk a lot
about the pants,

but little known fact, Trevor
also gave me his underwear.

Oh.
So "your boys

wouldn't rub up
against his new suit."

My beautiful words.

This is the part
where I dip out.

That's fair.

Good night, sweetie.

Dad, let's go on a hike
in the morning.

Sam said there's
a really nice creek.

Oh, yeah, it's...
Here we go.

...magical.

Buy a thesaurus, woman.

I'll text you
directions, Abby.

Sam, ask if the mom
ever still talks about me.

Because that's not
aggressively weird.

Just steer the conversation
in that direction.

So, Adam, uh, what's your wife
up to this weekend?

Laurie actually passed away

a couple
years ago.

Oh, no.
We're sorry, Adam.
That's awful.

Quick, Samantha, ask him if his
grandmother will be joining us.

Or maybe a childhood pet?

Yeah, it's been really hard.

That's actually
one of the reasons

I brought Abby up here
this weekend.

Uh... This is gonna sound crazy.

On her deathbed,

Laurie told me something,
something that I didn't know,

and which I've been

trying to work up the courage
to share with Abby.

I am not
Abby's biological father.

Why is he
telling us this?

Her real father

was Trevor Lefkowitz.

What?

Oh, my God.
No pants?

Is what the guy
who is the biological father

was wearing the night he died,

it seems like?

Oh, wow. So, I guess...

my boys can swim.

That's your first reaction?
I'm in shock.

Here you go. Pastrami on rye

with Russian dressing.

Thank you so much.
No way.

I love pastrami on rye.
She must get that from me.

You think there's
a pastrami gene

that you passed
down to her?

Yes, I do.
It's called being Jewish.

Well, let me know
if you need anything else.

Wait. Could you...

ask her some
questions?

Please, Sam, help me
get to know my daughter.

I actually have a sec
if you want to do a little

girl talk gab sesh.

Oof, that was
a tough start.

Um, sure.

Uh... W-Where did
she go to school?

W-Who was her
first crush?

Has she seen
The Cutting Edge?

All the big questions.
So, uh,

where did you
go to school?

University
of Pennsylvania.

Yes. Penn.

Following in
my footsteps.

Nice.
What did you study?

I majored in history
with a minor in French poetry.

Okay, sounds like she gonna be
living with Pinkus for a while.

So... are you
dating anyone?

You ask a lot of questions.

It's just, uh,
here at Woodstone,

we like to take the time
to get to know our guests.

It's sort of what sets us apart.

In a good way?

All right.
Who's ready for that hike?

Yes. I'm just gonna
get my jacket,

which I got
at REI

with a gift card a friend
gave me for my birthday.

Just in case you were wondering.

Ooh, she burned you. I like her.
Hey, Adam.

Are you gonna have the talk with
her about Trevor on this hike?

Yeah, actually, I don't know
if I'm gonna do it this weekend.

Come on, Pinkus.

We're just having
such a good trip. I, uh...

I'll-I'll tell her another time.

Uh, S-Sam, you got to talk
some sense into him.

Of course. I'm sure
you know what's best.

Sam, you got
to talk to Pinkus.

Convince him to tell her. Abby
has a right to know the truth.

I don't think it's my place

to tell Pinkus
how to parent his daughter.

Well, she's my daughter, too.

And it would mean
the world to me

to be able to see her learn
that I'm her dad.

Sam, please.

I missed out on every major
life moment. Give me this.

Sorry, Trevor. I can't.

Unbelievable.

So, fair warning,
I'm gonna sniff

this pastrami sandwich
pretty seriously.

You can watch
or you can go.

Hello? Anyone here a ghost?

I'm a ghost.

Whoa,

did you just cross
a property line?

Yeah. I'm a
non-geographically-bound ghost.

It's very rare and amazing.

But you have a Walkman.
That is cool.

It would be if
I didn't have to listen

to the same album
for all of eternity.

Even Purple Rain gets old
after the millionth listen.

"Let's Go Crazy"? It's too late.

Okay. Well, anyways,
I'm here investigating a murder

that took place
next door in 1982.

Oh... you're talking
about Gerald.

Yeah, that was a shame.

You were here?

My girlfriend Donna
was blamed for it,

and I'm trying
to prove her innocence.

Did you see anything?

Actually, I saw the whole thing
from my second-floor window.

I was already a ghost, though,

so I couldn't do anything
or call anyone.

But you saw who did it?
Th-This is amazing.

Well,
I have some bad news for you.

It was Donna.

She stabbed him with
a pitchfork, over and over.

It was
pretty gruesome.

I think she was shouting
something, too. What was it?

It was, uh... Oh, yeah,
"Die, cheater, die!"

Anyway, she always seemed great
other than that.

How long you guys been dating?

Uh, about a year.

What are you doing?

Since Sam refuses
to talk some sense into Pinkus

over there,
I'm doing it for her.

What do you mean?
I'm texting him
from her phone.

"Sam" is gonna tell Pinkus

that Abby deserves to know
who her real father is.

Trevor, I don't know
about this.

But while you're in there,
do you see the Papa John's app?

Send.

Did he get it?

He doesn't seem to be reacting

to an overreaching text
from an annoying acquaintance.

It went through.
It says "delivered."

Oh, no.

What is it?

I thought I sent it
to Adam Pinkus,

but I sent it to Abby Pinkus.

Why did you do that?
I don't know.

Their names are so close.

Okay. Quick. Throw in
some cinnamon breadsticks

before Sam changes
the passcode again.

Hey, guys.

You seem suspiciously clumped.

Trevor texted Abby
that he's her real father.

What?

Then he was gonna order
cinnamon breadsticks,

which you can complete
if you want,

as an apology
to the Pinkuses.

Trevor, why?

It was an accident.
I meant to text Pinkus.

I'll hit "unsend."
Maybe she hasn't read it yet.

There's an unsend?
What are we even sweating here?

Oh! You just
"haha'd" it?

Oh, why did you "haha" it?
I hit the wrong thing.

She's not good under pressure!

What the hell, Sam?

Doesn't seem like Abby
thought that was funny,

despite the "haha."

I think you meant
to text this to my dad.

I can explain.

But can you?
What's going on?

Sam just sent me this text,

which I think was meant for you,

saying that
she wants you to tell me

Trevor Lefkowitz
is my real dad,

and then she
psychotically "haha'd" it.

What is wrong with you?

I told you that
in confidence.

Oh. Wait.

It was a mistake.

I'm sorry.

Wait, w--

Is it true?

I didn't want you
to find out like this.

I didn't, either.

I just could never find
the right time to tell you.

I can't...
I can't believe this. No.

Abby, wait.

Wait.

Ah... I mean,
I want to go upstairs

and watch that fight,

but then I also want
to stay down here

and watch Sam yell at Trevor.

This is a toughie.

Please, honey, open the door.

I just want to make sure
you're okay.

I don't want to talk
to you right now.

Oh, I really
screwed this one up.

What's happening?
Did they make up?

No.

Trevor's Folly, as we're
calling the errant text,

seems to have broken
this family irreparably.

Sam, I'm sorry.

I know I made you
look like a total idiot.

Thank you, Trevor.

And fair warning,
I changed my passcode.

Is it Jay's birthday?
Not even close.

Jay's birthday backwards?
Damn it.

The worst part is,
I hurt my daughter

and the man who did
such an amazing job raising her.

Well, maybe she just
needs a reminder of that.

What are you saying?

Remember that super
lame photo montage

Sam did of
her and Jay?

Ugh, yes,
so cloying.

So much poultry.

Okay.
I'm saying,

maybe we do one of those
montages for Abby and Pinkus.

So she can remember
all their great moments.

And there's only one ghost
I know who has the power

to physically touch a phone
and make that happen.

You talking about
Magic Fingers McGee?

No.

That nickname makes one long
for the days of T-Money.

It's full circle. This thing
started with a hero move

back when I gave him my pants,

and I'm gonna end it with
another hero move right now.

Is it a hero move if you're just
cleaning up the mess you made?

It's a hero move.

So, this Richard ghost,
he said that

Donna did do it?
That's what Pete's saying.

I feel like such a fool.
I really believed Donna.

Oh, don't be so hard
on yourself.

Of course you're gonna believe
anything she says.

She was way, way
out of your league.

Thank you.

Well, I guess that it's good
a ghost witnessed the crime.

At least now
you know the truth

and you can have
some closure.

It's too bad that
guy's ghost power

wasn't stopping someone from
being murdered with a pitchfork.

I know, right?

I actually didn't catch
what his ghost power was.

He did have something
cool, though.

Richard died with a Walkman,
and it still works.

Jay, something for
your ghost notes.

Uh, the ghost that Pete met,

who saw Donna kill her husband,
he had a Walkman.

Cool.

Although, one album
for all of eternity,

whew, hope it was
something solid.

It was a classic.
Prince. Purple Rain.

It was Purple Rain.
Ooh, good one.

Hold up. What year did
you say the murder was?

Uh, 1982.

Purple Rain didn't come out
till '84, which means...

Richard wasn't a ghost in 1982.

...Richard wasn't a ghost when
Donna's husband was murdered.

He was lying.

Oh, really?

Once again,
your collective failure

to recognize something
as gasp-worthy

truly boggles the mind.

Hurry up and send it.

It worked.

♪ Another turning point ♪

♪ A fork stuck in the road ♪

♪ Time grabs you by the wrist ♪

♪ Directs you where to go ♪

♪ So make the best
of this test... ♪
This is really moving.

That's right.
I pulled out the big guns.

Green Day.

♪ It's not a question,
but a lesson learned in time ♪

♪ It's something
unpredictable... ♪

I wish I could've been there
for those moments,

but Pinkus did
a really good job.

Ew.
Those braces.
What are those, military grade?

That was
an awkward phase.

Hey.
What?

She turned out lovely.

We can laugh about it now.

Hey, Dad.

Can we talk?

Of course.

I've had some time
to think about it, and, um,

I understand that you were
in a hard position.

It was just really
difficult for me to process,

but I love you.

Liar!

Excuse me?

You weren't a ghost
when Gerald got murdered.

You couldn't have been.
You're listening

to an album that
came out in 1984,

two years after
the crime occurred.

What? No, I'm pretty sure Prince
released Purple Rain in 1980.

No way, Jose. Prince released
Dirty Mind in 1980.

I know because my wife attended
the tour with my best friend.

They bought
matching T-shirts.

That feels fishy.

I see that now.

But what's even fishier is that
you lied about Gerald's murder.

Donna wasn't the
murderer, was she?

Why did you lie, Richard?

Huh? Why?

Why?
No-- Because my wife
was the murderer.

She hated Gerald, okay?

He was always parking his car
in front of our house.

It drove Linda crazy.

Why? You don't own the curb
outside your house.

It's an unwritten rule, Pete.

One night,
she got home

after a long day,
and there it was,

Gerald's K-car
parked right in front

of Linda's begonias.
She lost it.

She marched right into his yard
and stabbed him in the chest.

With Donna's pitchfork?

No. We planted that on the body.

Everyone always suspects
the spouse,

and people had seen Donna
with the pitchfork on Halloween.

She was a perfect fall guy.

What was the real murder weapon?

One of Linda's
garden tools.

We buried it
under the fountain.

I'm sorry I lied.

It's nothing personal
against Donna,

but I didn't want my wife
to go to prison.

I loved her.

I still do.

The old lady?
That's Linda?

She's the murderer.

Hey, Abby.

I just wanted
to apologize again.

I was trying to be helpful,
but it wasn't my place.

Yeah, it was
pretty weird.

But it actually led
to a conversation

that I needed to
have with my dad.

They made up.
It was beautiful.

I'm happy to hear that.

I wish I could find out
more about Trevor.

My dad just
has that one

pants story.

They didn't really know
each other for too long,

and there's not a ton
about Trevor online.

Just something about them
finding his skull.

But look at that bone structure.
You're welcome.

You know, I was at the memorial.

Definitely learned
a lot about Trevor,

if there's anything
you wanted to know.

I mean, oh, my God, yeah.

S-So much. Um...

What was he into
when he was my age?

I loved jam bands,

designer drugs,
and my dog Bucky.

He loved jam bands
and his dog Bucky.

Bucky.

Okay.

I don't think that
this came up, but...

did he want kids?

More than anything.
I always wanted a family.

But, like, after I sowed
a lot of wild oats.

He always wanted a family.

Ask her, has she ever seen
The Cutting Edge?

Uh... What else?

I... remember someone said

his favorite movie
was The Cutting Edge.
What?

I love that movie.
Yes! Oh, my baby girl.

Okay, back to jam bands. Does
she like the Disco Biscuits?

I once smoked pot
with Brownie, their bassist.

Try to work that in.

NEWSCASTER
This cold case heated up

after an anonymous tip
from a Hudson Valley local,

and now the octogenarian

murderer-slash-gardening
enthusiast

will find herself planted
behind bars.

Well, it all worked out.

I cleared my girlfriend's
good name,

and a dangerous old woman
is off the streets.

Hey, Sam, this whole thing
got me thinking.

What if you and I
were out there,

visiting crime scenes
and trying to solve murders?

Ooh. It's true, Samantha,

you have a traveling ghost
investigator at your disposal,

and yet here you are,
running a middling B and B.

Eh, I'm kind of a homebody.
I like to be cozy.

Cozy?

You could solve
all sorts of cold cases,

bringing comfort
to thousands.

I mean, how could you
be so selfish?

I guess I could do
what you're saying.

Although, then I'd have less
time to be here making pizzas

for you guys
to smell

or authoring your
vampire biographies.

You know what? Never mind.
Let's just drop the whole thing.

Sam is busy.
Mm.

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