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u and your family are in terrible danger,

but I think I know someone who can help.

(people murmuring indistinctly)

- Upon death, a spirit is essentially

nothing more than raw emotion.

Things like logic, reason, and empathy

have all gone out the window.

Only the strongest emotions remain

- So she doesn't understand why her daughter isn't with her?

- She just knows it's our fault.

- How much of a memory is intertwined

with her basic fight or flight instincts

is more difficult to predict.

- In your situation, she clearly knows she has a daughter

and the need to get her back is overriding everything else.

- But why can't she just take Piper?

- In layman's terms?

She doesn't know how.

Her basic ability to manipulate her surroundings

is all new to her.

- But she'll learn.

- In some ways, her learning curve has already begun.

She found you and now your mother.

- Gretchen's right.

In her current state, she equates hurting you

with getting her daughter back.

- It's going to get worse, isn't it?

- Most likely, yes.

Sometimes when a person dies in a state of extreme emotion,

their spirit won't pass over until they have justice.

Unless we intercede, I doubt she'll give up

until she's brought Piper over to her side.

- She wants to kill her own daughter?

- I'm afraid so.

Because to her, you see, this is not such a bad thing.

- It's a way to reunite them.

Forever.

- I won't let that happen.

There must be something we can do to protect ourselves.

- Gretchen, are you up to it?

(tense music)

- Who knew Lydia's apartment doesn't seem that insane.

- You have a better idea?

- I know it feels over the top, but it works.

Native Americans have been using white sage

to chase away negative energy for centuries.

- Okay, just little outta my comfort zone.

- Don't worry.

The cleanses we've done have all been successful.

- And if this one isn't?

- A more powerful exorcism may be necessary in order

to convince Piper's mom to move on to the other side.

Are we ready?

Then let's begin.

Remember, be forceful, but not belligerent.

Antagonizing a spirit could bring about a violent reaction.

- Okay, wait a second.

Are we sure that we should be doing this?

- Ben, let's try and stay positive about this.

They're trying to help us.

- Joanna's right.

I'm not trying to frighten you,

but we do need to be united in our purpose.

This is not about picking a fight.

This is about making the spirit see

that its presence won't be tolerated.

- Spirit, we mean you no harm.

Please leave this place in peace.

- Spirit, we mean you no harm.

Please leave this place in peace.

- You are dead, so we wish you well to seek the light.

- Please leave this place in peace.

- [Gretchen] Spirit, we mean you no harm.

Please leave this place in peace.

So we wish you well to seek the light.

- Spirit, we mean you no harm.

Please leave this place in peace.

(toy cranking) (doll laughing)

(doll laughing)

(chair scraping)

(Gretchen shouting)

(chair thudding)

(Joanna gasps)

- You have no power over the members of this home

any longer.

(glass shattering)

(Joanna shouting)

(wind howling)

- This house is for the living, not the dead.

Seek the light.

- Leave this place in peace.

(glass shattering)

- Seek the light.

- Leave us.

(screeching, piercing scream)

(Joanna and Gretchen screaming)

(glass breaking)

(all breathing hard)

- Is that it?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I think that's it.

- We can't force the spirit to cross over,

but we can keep it out of your home.

I think you'll find that your house is safe now.

(door opening) (dog barking faintly)

- Gretchen, Professor Sorenson,

thank you so much for coming.

- Oh, you're most welcome.

I'm just sorry we weren't able to meet

under better circumstances.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Is there anything else we should know?

- Well, just respect what's been done

and don't do anything to invite the spirit

back into your house.

- Like what?

- Well, one of the easiest ways for a spirit

to invade a home is through seemingly innocent games.

Despite what you think, they do have power.

- What kind of games?

- Palm readings, automatic writings,

tarot cards, spirit in the glass.

Any kind of incantation.

- Ouija board?

You do not want an Ouija board anywhere near this house.

- That's not the kind of thing

we do around here on a regular basis.

- Well then, you'll be fine.

- Well, thank you.

- Glad I can help.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- "And Larry the Loon and Mildred the Mallard

lived happily ever after.

The end."

- Daddy?

- Hmm?

- Do I still have two mommies?

- Yes, you always will.

- Why?

- Because you're a very lucky little girl.

First of all, you had a birth mother

and she carried you in her tummy, you know?

And then when she got sick and she went to heaven,

she loved you so much, she made plans for you

to live with a new mommy and daddy

so that you would always be taken care of.

Piper, will you tell me you ever see your mommy again?

- There she is.

- How long you been standing there?

- Long enough.

Piper, it's bedtime.

- Come on.

Pop in there.

I love you.

- Night, sweetheart.

(gentle piano music)

(phones ringing faintly)

- [Gretchen] Hello.

- Hi.

- [Gretchen] Good to see you again.

- Good to see you.

So, you think I could get one of these?

- Absolutely.

(Gretchen chuckling)

Everything all right at home?

Piper's good?

- She's great, actually.

Everything's perfect.

- Be honest, no problems.

- None.

What you did for us, I can't thank you enough.

- Well, I'll have this photo for you next time I see you.

- Great, thanks.

Do you remember these?

It's the family newsletter Dad used to mail out

every year when I was a kid.

He loved bragging to his friends about his family.

- I threw all those away.

- I remember that too.

- Your father said I should do it.

- No, he didn't, Mom.

He said you should put 'em away for the grandkids,

but you said you needed the storage.

- Your father said-

- I'm not lying, Mom.

We've had this conversation many times.

Mom, I'd like to talk to you about Dad.

I'd like to try and understand-

- Your father's dead.

- I know he is, but I'm not.

It's just you and me now, Mom.

And I'd like to get to know you,

before it's too late.

(Joanna sighs)

- Joanna?

I'd like that too.

(somber piano music)

- Seriously?

You told Gretchen everything was perfect?

- It is.

- Really?

Nothing's missing, we're just one big happy family?

Call Dylan.

- No, I've had enough drama for one day.

He won't wanna talk to me anyway.

- Come on, when do you ever call him?

- Never.

- Well, it might make a difference.

- I guess.

- Oh, let me rephrase that, it would make a difference.

While you're reaching out to family,

might give it a try.

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Dylan. Hey, it's Joanna.

How are you?

- Hey, I gotta go.

I'm in a bit of a hurry.

I can't really talk on the phone right now.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You know, um, I thought with the long weekend coming,

you might wanna come home.

Spend some time at the house.

- You want me to come home?

- Look, I-I know things haven't been great between us lately

and I know it's been tough on you

having Piper join our family,

but that's no excuse for how I've treated you.

- It's all right.

Shouldn't yell at you either.

- You know a lot's been going on around here lately

and I miss you, Dylan.

I miss your presence in this family.

So, come home, okay?

Piper needs her big brother.

- My dad really doesn't deserve you.

- You read my mind.

- Tell Dad to pick me up tonight.

- Really?

- Yeah.

My weekends suck around here.

There's nobody around.

- Well, that's great.

We'll see you soon.

I love you, Dylan.

- I know.

(static hissing)

- Dylan?

What was that?

- Hey, it must be my battery.

I'll see you soon. Bye.

- That was amazing.

I really don't deserve you.

- Well, at least we all agree on something.

Go get him.

Well, thank you for agreeing to see me, Miss Lace.

- It's my pleasure.

Needless to say, I was surprised to get your call

regarding Ashley Henderson.

(chains clanking)

- She wasn't a bad person.

She just got caught up with the wrong crowd.

A breaking and entering conviction

put her behind bars for 26 months.

It was hard on her, but she knew she'd be reunited

with her daughter when it was over,

so she stayed out of trouble, hoping for an early release.

Then Lydia tricked her into permanently signing away

her parental rights and Ashley's world

came crashing down around her.

- What do you mean I can't reapply for custody

when I get out?

That's not what I was told.

When I signed the papers,

the lady said it was only temporary.

It is not final.

You're not listening.

That's my baby, she's mine.

You can't-

Hello?

Hello?

(Ashley crying)

Why won't anybody help me?

She's my little girl.

(phone crashing) (Ashley whimpering)

(chains clanking)

(chair crashing)

(melancholy music crescendos)

(rope creaking)

- I can't believe it.

You're saying Lydia sold Piper?

- Or tried to, anyway.

- We've got to find Lydia.

She needs to be held responsible for what she's done.

Unfortunately, there's no way to prove any of it.

Not without the testimony of the attorney

or the couple who paid Lydia and they've all vanished.

- I hope they got what's coming to them.

(car alarm beeping)

(car engine revving)

(static screeching)

(car engine accelerating)

(soft footsteps)

- I really appreciated Joanna's call.

- You should tell her that.

- I will.

But first, I wanna tell you you something,

I was more mad at you than I was at Joanna.

- Me?

- Yeah, Dad, you.

- Why?

- Because sometimes I need you to be

as interested in my life as you are,

- That's not fair. - In your new one.

- You don't know what's been going on.

- Does it matter?

- Dylan, look, I-

(Ben sighs)

I'm sorry.

No more excuses.

Will you forgive me?

- I already have.

Give me a ride home.

(Ben chuckles)

- It's pretty quiet tonight.

Mrs. Burton's foot swelling again, but that's about it.

- Thanks, Gretch.

Have a good night.

- I will just as soon as I get all these files done.

(ominous music)

- Everyone bailed already, huh?

- Yeah, nobody wastes any time.

(soft rumbling)

- You feel that?

(chalk scraping)

- [Toy Voice] M is for monkey.

(toy cranking)

A is for apple.

X is for-

- No girlfriend? Seriously?

- Let's not talk about it.

- To tell you the truth, it's for probably a good thing.

One less reason to have your house blessed.

- What?

- Long story.

(ominous music crashing)

(glass breaking)

(pen scratching)

- [Gretchen] No.

- No, I'm not kidding.

- You're serious?

You let Joanna talk you into it?

- Yeah, it's called compromise.

It makes a marriage go 'round.

- I don't care.

There's no way I'd ever let anyone

talk me into green tea souffle.

- You don't know what you're missing.

(Ben laughing)

Okay, fine, you're right.

It tastes like feet.

- I knew it.

(Ben laughs)

(static screeching) (distorted voice singing)

* Where shall I wander *

(elevator buttons clicking)

What?

- Open.

Open.

- Dad, what're you doing?

- Open, come on, come on.

- Dad.

(electricity sparking)

- Dylan's coming to see you.

- No, he's not.

- Of course he is.

Why would you say that?

- Mommy told me.

- What'd you just say?

Piper, look at me and tell me what you just said.

- I can't. It's a secret.

(phone beeping, ringing)

- [Ben's Voicemail] Hi, it's Ben. Leave a message.

- Hey Ben, it's me just checking in.

Call me when you get this.

- You alright?

- Yeah, what's going on?

- Don't worry, someone will be here soon.

(glass shattering)

- Dammit.

- You said a bad word.

- And I'm sorry, I'm just worried.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

(static screeching)

Ben?

- Joanna, I'm at the school.

We need help.

We need help, Joanna.

Send help.

- Ben, what's going on?

Ben!

- Piper, we gotta go.

(Joanna gasps)

Lydia.

(loud screeching)

- What was that?

- Pick up the phone, Joanna.

Pick up the phone.

- Lydia, what are you doing here?

(phone ringing)

- Hello, happy family.

(Piper gasps)

- Gerdie.

- Piper, no.

- Mommy gave Gerdie to me when she went away.

My first mommy.

- Please, please give her back to me.

- It's time to go, sweetheart.

Your mommy wants you back.

- Her mother's dead, Lydia.

- Don't you think I know that?

Her spirit won't stop torturing me.

But I'm gonna make things right.

I know what to do now.

Piper needs to join her mommy on the other side.

- No.

- It's the only way.

I had a wealthy client who was willing to pay for a child,

so I tricked Piper's mother into giving her up.

And now she won't stop until she gets her back.

Even giving her to you couldn't change that.

- I won't let you do this, Lydia.

- You idiot, don't you get it?

If I don't do this, she's gonna kill you

just like she killed my other clients.

(phone ringing)

Oh God, leave me alone.

God, leave me alone.

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone, leave me alone.

(Lydia screams)

(knife sliding)

(phone ringing)

- Come on, pick up, pick up.

(static hissing) (phone beeping)

- I called the diocese as soon as I got your message.

- Good.

Let's go, we gotta hurry.

(Joanna breathing heavily)

(door slamming)

(furniture scraping)

- Gimme the girl.

(Lydia grunting)

Gimme the girl.

Gimme the girl.

(Piper screaming)

(glass shattering)

- Dad, what's going on?

- Don't say anything.

We're not responsible for what happened to you.

Hurting us won't make things even.

I think she's gone.

- She?

(metal crashing, scraping)

(glass breaking?)

What's happening?

- Stay back.

Get down, Dylan, get down.

I'm sorry, Dylan.

- It's not your fault.

(metal scraping intensifies)

- [Piper] Let me out.

(soft tense piano music)

(elevator dings)

(Lydia shouting, grunting)

- Give me Piper.

- No, I-I can't go up there.

I'll get help.

(Lydia shouting)

- [Lydia] Give me the girl.

(door slams)

- Leave me alone.

(wind whooshing)

(glass breaking)

(loud banging)

- I'm scared.

- Baby, I've got you.

- It's for your own good.

Give me the girl.

Open this door.

(furniture slamming)

- I want my mommy.

- So do I.

(music crescendos, screeches)

- [Lydia] Come on, you idiot.

Give me the girl.

(loud banging)

- [Joanna] You need to invite your mommy into our house.

- I'm gonna break the door.

Give me Piper.

Let me in.

Give me Piper.

Let me in.

(Piper whimpering)

Give me Piper.

(lamp crashes) (glass breaks)

(thudding)

(clanging)

(Gretchen grunting) (Lydia yelling)

(Gretchen screaming)

(Piper screaming)

- I need you to focus baby girl, okay?

We need your mommy, your other mommy, okay?

Bring her to us.

(wood cracking)

(loud banging)

- [Piper] H-E-L-P.

Help me.

Focus, baby.

We need your mommy.

Ask her in, do it now.

- Mommy, mommy, help me.

(Lydia shouting)

- Your daughter needs you.

Don't let this woman hurt her.

Help me, help me, help me.

(Lydia grunting, shouting)

Are you afraid?

What's the matter?

Take Piper away.

Help me.

(furniture scraping)

(Lydia shouting)

(door crashing)

- Give me the girl.

- You'll have to kill me first.

- You read my mind.

- I'll haunt you to your grave.

That's a promise.

(terrifying music crescendos)

- [Ashley's Ghost] Mine.

(Joanna gasps)

- Oh, no.

- Mommy?

- No!

Get back!

Go away!

I'm trying to help you.

- No, she's trying to hurt Piper.

(loud crashing)

(Lydia grunts)

- No.

I'm sorry I tricked you, okay?

I'm trying to reunite you.

That's what you want, right?

That's what you w-

Get back.

I can still fix it.

You'll both be dead.

You'll be together forever.

All you need to do is let me kill your daughter.

(glass breaking) (wind whooshing)

(Lydia screaming)

(loud thudding)

(Lydia grunting)

(knife sliding)

(knife thudding)

(Lydia gasps, exhales)

(door slams)

(terrifying music crescendos)

- [Ashley's Ghost] Mine.

(loud banging)

- Joanna.

- It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

(wind whooshing)

- Joanna.

Oh my God.

(lamp crashing, breaking)

(electricity sparking)

- Please don't do it.

What kind of a mother are you?

Try and remember.

You love your daughter.

You wouldn't hurt her.

You love her.

And Piper loves you.

- Mommy.

Make her go, make it stop.

- She can't go with you.

She's better off here with me.

I'll take really good care of her, I promise.

I love her.

I love Piper.

Please don't take her away.

Please, please don't do it.

(soft melancholy music)

(thudding, gasping)

- Piper, your mommy loves you very much and always will.

Both your mommies.

- Are you okay?

- Oh my God.

(Piper blowing air)

(clapping)

- Yay, happy birthday.

- Who wants a piece?

- I do, I do, I do.

- Okay, coming right up.

- Are you sure?

You sure about that?

- [Dylan] You're gonna have to beat me to it.

- Go deep. You got this?

Oh, nice try.

- What kind of throw was that?

- You gotta jump.

Thought you were an athlete.

(Ben laughing)

(wind whooshing)

(soft piano music)

- What are you looking at?

- Just a bright future for our family.

- I think your mom's having a good time.

- Yeah, you know, I was thinking we could

consider moving her into the house.

A lot of medical research that says

allowing Alzheimer's patients to live in the past

is the best way to have a meaningful relationship with them.

- Yeah, I just, I'd hate to see you revisit that hurt.

- Well, I'm more inclined to think of it as a do-over.

Maybe we could even find that bond everybody talks about.

- You're a good daughter, Joanna Maxwell,

and a great mother.

- Oh, come on, give me a break.

- Oh, you don't agree?

- Well, let's get real people.

I still don't know exactly what happened,

but all the same.

What she did the save Piper was unbelievable.

Don't sell yourself short.

You're a fantastic mother and anybody who says differently

is crazy.

- I want you to know, I'd do the same for you,

real mom or not.

I love you, Dylan.

- I know you do.

That's cool.

Maybe some day, you and my mom can be friends.

- I'd like that.

- Something tells me if it involves another mother,

you can work it out.

(Rose and Piper singing)

* Where I met an old man *

* Who would not say his prayers *

* I took him by the left leg *

* And threw him down the stairs *

(ominous music fading)

(soft piano music)

- [Lydia's Ghost] Mine.

(door slamming)

Hello, happy family.

(glass breaking)

(haunting piano music)