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Come on, Billy.

Stop, stop, stop.

Mary Dunsworth killed her bub.

Burned him in a fire, you know.

Light took her out one night.

Drunk her up.

Set things right.

That's what scared me.

It was midnight.

Howling mob.

Busted open the jail and dragged young Mary over that old tree

near the edge of town.

Kill her, they cried.

String her up.

She don't deserve to live.

So they slipped the...

Merit. Fine. Why?

Merit.

It was a moment of truth.

It was a moment of truth. Murder and merit don't work.

Since the beginning of time, mankind has existed between the world of light and

the world of darkness. This journal chronicles the work of our secret

known as the Legacy, created to protect the innocent from those creatures that

inhabit the shadows and the night.

What were they doing out at the old tree anyway?

We don't know yet, Ivy.

Candace hasn't spoken yet.

She's still in shock.

Just staring out at us poor things.

I know she's alive.

That poor boy never hurt anyone.

What in God's name happened to him anyway?

I don't have any answers for you, Samson.

Maybe Doc McBride here does.

There's some more tests that I want to run on the body.

You're talking about cutting Billy, huh? Look, I know how y 'all feel, but I

need to know what killed that boy.

What can't you do without autopsy? Not without some help.

I haven't heard anything.

Paper.

We don't need any outside help. And I think we do, Sheriff.

And I'm the one that has to write up that death certificate.

They shouldn't have been out there.

No one should be out there.

That old lady Dunworth.

She shows up at the damnedest times.

You think she knows about Candace and Billy?

She knows what happened.

She knows.

Kristen, I thought you'd be getting ready for your visit to Boston.

Well, I'm all packed.

With everybody else away, I just thought I'd take some time to do some last

-minute catching up.

Alex and Rachel sent their notes from the Tokyo conference. It looks like

interesting stuff.

Any word from Nick? Yeah.

He emailed us from the Cayman Islands.

He says that the dive to the sunken brig is going well and that he's decided to

stay on another week to investigate exotic local life forms.

Exotic local life forms? Yeah.

I wonder what her name is.

Well, take a look at these.

I just received them.

What happened to him?

No one knows.

The coroner is an old acquaintance.

When he called me, he was quite disturbed.

The boy's injuries have him completely mystified.

Are we going to investigate?

Well, then I guess my trip to Boston will have to wait.

So, your friend David recommended this hotel?

Well, that's Joyce, the only one in town.

Hannah, we have a welcoming committee.

Excuse me.

I'd like to check in.

Oh, you're looking for Doc McBride?

That's right.

Well, your rooms ain't ready yet. Doc says to meet him over his office. I

he got in.

I'm sorry, where's his office?

Is there something wrong?

No, I guess not.

It's over there.

You know, it's a really good thing that you know this, Dr. Derrick, because

otherwise I don't think they'd be rolling out the red carpet press like

Yeah. Look at the pressure between the acceptable and the parietal, even the

frontal.

You know, the onset of tumor, do you believe it?

joints where you would be fused.

You can see where these fissures are split open.

Something squeezed his skull with enough pressure to damage it.

What could have caused such trauma?

Well, that's a good question.

A vice?

A blow, maybe? Except I can't find any corresponding marks on the boy's body.

No, I've never seen anything like it.

That wasn't the immediate cause of death, was it? No, no.

No, I'd say it was caused by this right here.

A broken neck?

Yeah. And what about these bizarre discolorations of his body?

You got me there.

They almost looked like electrical burns.

Except he and the girl were nowhere near a power source.

And there was no lightning that night.

No, I... I really need your help on this one, Derek.

You said the kids had a noose.

What were they doing with it?

God only knows.

The sheriff seems to think they were playing some sort of a game, but... It's

only a guess.

Yeah, except what kind of game do you play with the noose?

Well, back in the early 50s, a woman was arrested for murdering her fiancé.

Some hotheads broke her out of jail, and the next morning they found her hanging

from a tree.

They lynched her?

Well, the story goes.

I was just a young fellow at the time, but I can still remember my folks

about it. What happened to the perpetrators?

Nothing.

They were never charged.

Weren't even held accountable.

That tree's been a kid magnet ever since I can remember.

Davis, do you think we can talk to the girl?

Well, I don't know how much you're going to get out of her. She's still in a

state of shock.

Whatever happened out there scared her out of her wits.

There's something going on, Sheriff North.

What are you going to do?

Nothing.

Nothing, Lenny.

I ain't gonna do nothing.

And you're gonna do what you're told.

Just like when you was my deputy.

But these strangers coming into town.

And after what happened to those kids.

Coincidence, Lenny.

Just keep that in mind. Just pure coincidence.

Yeah, but sometimes... Sometimes I remember.

Yeah, well... This will help you forget.

Not in here. Take it outside.

Yeah. Sheriff Moss. Go on. Go on. And close the door when you leave.

It's almost midnight.

Get out.

Who's there?

He was strangled. And his neck's broken.

It most certainly is. Between the second and third cervical vertebrae, I assume.

I don't believe we're disputing the cause of death here.

Some as they'll be jerked to noose around Sheriff Morris' neck.

Sheriff Morris?

Well, old Glenn was the sheriff here back in the early 50s.

Carter, how could somebody have hung this man?

You know how much it takes to snap a man's neck, Davis?

It wasn't just snap. This man was hung. It takes a great deal of force.

Did Mr. Morse have any enemies?

Well, I'd say he had at least one, wouldn't you?

Your sheriff might want to consider cutting down his pain intake.

Well, death hits a small town pretty hard, Miss Adams, especially when you

know what's causing it. I want to know more about the history surrounding this

so -called hangman's tree.

I'll check at the city archives and see what I can find.

What about interviewing Candace Porter?

Well, let's meet at her house in two hours from now.

I first want to see for myself when the boy died.

Okay.

So this is it. This is all the stories from the local paper.

Everything from 1953 to 1954 filed alphabetically.

Thank you.

You know, I really appreciate your help, but I don't want to pull you away from

your work.

I don't mind.

Okay.

Mrs. Porter, my name is Dag Rain.

I think Dr. McBride may have called you. I've been expecting you.

Um, Dr. McBride said there would be a lady with you? Yes, my associate.

She's come along shortly.

Candace, honey.

This is Mr. Rain.

Dr. McBride would like you to talk to him.

Hello, Candace.

Candace, he's come all the way from San Francisco to help.

It's the first she's been out of her room that happened.

I'll make some lemonade.

Hi, Candace.

Can you remember what happened to you and Billy that night?

Billy?

They say Billy's dead.

Yes, I'm afraid he is.

I imagine there's not much to do in a town like this at night, huh?

Mostly kids just drive around.

Go out to the tree.

The tree?

That's right.

You and Billy were at the hangman's tree.

Maybe he was playing with a rope.

He put it around your neck.

Mary Dunworth had a bow.

What's that?

Mary Dunworth had a bow.

Kill him in a fire, you know.

Then they took her out.

One night, Ann and I... Go on.

And I turned her up.

That.

To that.

He came in.

He... Billy.

He lifted him. They're right in here.

Take a deep breath.

I'm sorry I'm late.

No!

Get away from me!

Get away!

I think you better leave now.

I'm sorry.

We'll be leaving.

We have a young girl who's in a deep state of shock, two victims who've been

mysteriously hanged to death, and the sight of me sends people running.

You know, the small -town charm felt really overrated.

We're about as welcome here as a case of rabies. Well, I'm sure they're treated

like family in two or three generations.

Were you able to learn anything in the archives?

Mary Dunrith was engaged to a young man named Robert Clay.

Shortly after he came back from the Korean War, his family's house was

down. A child of six survived, but Robert was killed, and so were his

along with his younger sister.

Mary was suspected of setting the blaze.

Why? What was her motive?

Broken heart, apparently.

Rumor has it that Robert called off the engagement and Mary couldn't take it.

Her shawl was found near the fire and she was arrested the next day.

Let me guess, by Sheriff Glenn Morse? Right.

Several nights later, while she was being held in jail, Morse was attending

town event.

Unknown persons broke into the jail, dragged her out, and the next morning

was found hanging from the tree where Candace and Billy were found. I went

to the tree this afternoon and I saw flashes of something.

I believe Mary's spirit may be present.

Yeah, but why would it come back now? And why harm an innocent boy like Billy?

If he was playing with the hangman's noose, it may have been enough to awaken

Mary's angry spirit.

Yeah. She has a sister living in town, Gretchen Dunworth. Maybe we should talk

to her.

Someone. Who the hell's there?

Stop it! Damn it!

Come on out of there!

Who was he?

Lenny Krause.

Has odd jobs around town.

Used to be a sheriff's deputy, but... in his younger days, the bottle got a hold

of him.

Would that sheriff happen to have been Glenn Morris?

Now, that was either a lucky guess, Derek, or an educated one.

I assume his neck was broken just like Glenn Morris'. You've seen correctly,

Miss Adams.

Sheriff seems to think that...

I'm willing to take what the news is running around doing all this.

You don't?

I don't know what to think, Derek.

That's why I called you.

Hey, Davis, come over here.

You wonder why I left San Francisco for the quiet life, wouldn't you?

We're starting to get the same feeling again.

That maybe Leonard Krauss and Glenn Morris were involved in Mary's lynching.

Maybe we should speak to Mary's sister.

I think I saw someone in the upstairs window watching us.

Did you smile?

Maybe they don't want visitors.

Excuse me.

We've come here. I know why you're here.

You come to see me.

Gretchen Dunworth?

Only one there is.

You're the one.

I'm close to go.

Yes, you're the one.

Israel wasn't exaggerating.

Excuse me?

Israel, my driver. The one who brought you here.

One over to that window over there Hold the

curtain

She

could be my sister

But she's your sister, isn't she? Daddy had it made.

He doted on her. Always did.

Anything she wanted, she got.

Mary Dunworth.

Well, that certainly explains why people have been treating me like a ghost.

Miss Dunworth, we've come here because... Because of what happened to

Walden. Jubilee's a small place, Mr. Ray.

Too small for secrets.

Actually, it seems to us like the town's been keeping quite a big secret all

these years.

Is that so?

Pull the curtains closed.

Doesn't it concern you that the people responsible for Mary's death were never

brought to justice?

Justice?

My, my.

Now that's a tricky word.

A tricky word indeed.

You're not agreeing with what happened to your sister, are you?

You have family, miss?

Yes, I have a brother.

You love him?

Yes. And you know how I felt about my sister Mary.

Robert changed his mind.

But Mary couldn't let him go.

She even claimed they'd been married in secret. Poor girl.

Lost her mind.

If she couldn't have him, no one could.

So she set that fire.

And five innocent people lost their lives.

Five?

I saw the smoke.

Tried to get him out.

I have been in this wheelchair ever since, thanks to Mary.

No husband, no family, no life.

I lost my life that afternoon.

Just as sure as Robert and his family lost theirs.

Miss Dunworth, Sheriff Morse and Lenny Krause are also dead.

A windbag.

In a town drunk.

Well, tragic.

It's nothing to do with me.

We suspect their death may be connected to your sister's murder.

Do you have any idea who might have been involved in Mary's hanging?

With knowing that bring this body back, I have made a point of

never looking into certain things.

Thank you for your time.

We'll find our own way out.

Did you see your hand? I mean, aside from the burns, did you see it?

The wedding ring.

Yeah, except he said she'd never been married.

Derek, that's the woman from the diner, the one that took off like she thought I

was a ghost.

Maybe she did.

Maybe she's trying to escape town.

I may be a very guilty conscience.

You know...

If it's Mary's ghost that's doing this, I think there'll be a lot more deaths

before she gets her revenge.

Could you convince the county clerk to let you into the records office again?

No problem. We're practically family.

We need to find out who else was involved in the hanging.

Lucky I was here. I was just about to close up. You looking up a family tree?

Something like that, yeah.

I guess we got everything ever happened in this town.

Here we go.

Everything from 1954 and 1953.

So this would have the records of the marriages?

And funerals.

I can't believe it. How would anybody want to hurt an old lady?

Well, Ivy wasn't always an old lady.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the year 1954.

Do you remember that year?

It was the year they lynched Mary Dunworth.

In 1954, Ivy would have been just over 20 years old.

So would you.

Young enough to be carried away, to be caught up in an angry mob looking for

revenge. I don't know what you're talking about.

I gotta go.

1954, I was at the town dance.

You ask anybody.

I would.

But most of the people I want to talk to seem to have died recently.

Kristen? Kristen?

Kristen, wake up.

Hannah, wake up.

When I went to sleep, Derek, I would have heard it.

Or I would have smelled it.

Do you think Mary's spirit is trying to kill us?

Something or someone certainly is.

Oh, my bag.

I found the police report from 1954.

In it, there's a witness who claims to have seen Mary on the other side of town

the night that Robert Clay's house was set on fire.

And why would the sheriff arrest Mary Dunworth?

Because the next day, the witness changed their testimony.

They said that they made a mistake.

The witness isn't named.

No. They were juvenile. They couldn't be named.

Oh, and there's something else.

All of the marriage records for people with the last names beginning with C or

are missing.

Robert Clay and Mary Dunworth.

Someone is trying to erase any record of those two being married.

Possibly.

Or maybe Robert had a good reason for calling off his marriage to Mary.

Maybe there was someone else in his life.

A spinster who wears a wedding ring.

Gretchen secretly marries Robert.

Mary discovers it, becomes insanely jealous.

That's Laura's house on fire.

Yeah, but I don't understand why Gretchen would keep her marriage a

Whatever the reason, I think I should keep an eye on Gretchen Dunworth.

I'll come with you.

Next time, let's rent a bigger car.

Where do you think she's going?

That's what we're going to find out. Derek, wait.

If she does know anything about what happened, there may be some kind of

evidence. We'll never get a better opportunity than you.

See what you can find, but be careful.

Excuse me.

Do you know the people who were just here, laying flowers?

You mean old Lady Dunworth?

Uh -huh.

Yeah, I've been coming out here every morning, just like clockwork.

My sister killed that fellow, you know.

Burned him up in his house.

Most of his family, too.

Except for Israel.

You mean a driver?

Israel Clay.

He was just a lad when Miss Dunworth saved him from the fire.

Yeah, she raised him just like her own.

Been by her side ever since.

She must be feeling poorly today.

What do you mean?

Israel came out here alone.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Are you sure you're all right?

Yeah.

Apparently somebody didn't want me in there.

Well, it wasn't Israel. He was at the cemetery.

I think I know who killed Robert Clay.

Gretchen's built some sort of museum in there. She's got like a weird trine to

her love to Robert Clay.

Do you really think that they were married?

That's the thing.

She doesn't have one real photograph of herself and Robert together. She's

created it by taping two photos together. And I found these, the love

sent between the two of them.

He's declaring his love for her. Yeah, now take a look at the one she sent to

him.

The handwriting's the same.

We're going back to the tree.

I believe Candace and Billy awakened Mary's spirit by reenacting her hanging

midnight.

Same time she was actually killed. If we do the same thing, she may appear

again.

Yeah, but do you think it'll be enough? Do you think she'll believe the truth

and be put to rest?

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Not midnight. We have time.

That's what everyone thinks.

That they have time.

They get what they want.

That's what I thought, too.

But I was wrong.

Why did you come here?

To find the truth. The truth is that my sister paid for what she did.

Did she?

Robert never called off the engagement to Mary because he still loved her.

No. No, no.

Robert loved me.

He wanted me.

He sent me love letters.

These letters?

Those letters are for me and Robert.

They're a testimony to our love.

He sent them to me.

Give them back.

Your letter, his letter.

The handwriting is identical, Gretchen. The truth is that you sent those letters

to yourself. You invented your love affair with Robert Clay because he still

loved Mary.

You set Robert's house on fire.

You let the blame fall on Mary.

Israel! You secretly married him a week before, but nobody believed her because

she had no ring. Liar!

Show us the ring that you took from Mary and tell us why you let her die.

Because she deserved it!

She stole Robert from me!

Listen to her!

That was you, wasn't it?

You set that fire today, just like you set that fire half a century ago that

killed Robert Clay.

You should not have come back here.

Why did you do this?

Digging up the past.

Digging up the dead.

Bringing them back.

Now you are going to go to hell.

Just where you belong.

Israel.

I SHOW!

She's dead, Derek.

Mary.

Love forever, Robert.

April 3rd, 1954.

Forever.

They must have loved each other deeply.

Davis tells me they're reopening the investigation into the lynching and into

the fire that killed Robert.

Perhaps after all this time, Mary will find justice.

Something tells me she's already found peace.

The ties that bind family run deeper in us than we imagine.

I would never comprehend the hatred that Gretchen felt towards her sister, but

it brought home to me how much I love my own brother, Ethan.

How much our time together meant to me.

As Gretchen Dunworth said, everyone thinks they have time, but which one of

ever really knows?