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I know death.

I've seen it, felt it, fought it.

I've saved some people
I never really knew,

and lost others
whose names I'll never forget.

One way or another,

they all haunt you.

Tonight, they say the veil is thin,

that the dead walk among us,
if only for a little while.

Is that just something we tell ourselves
to ease the ache,

or is it real?

Do they stay with us,

somehow hear us
when we speak their names?

Are they really gone
if we still hold them in our hearts,

if we remember?

Babe, can you see in that thing?

Uh,

can you hold my head?

Oh, that's better.

Sure you don't want me to drive?

Babe, I'm the Headless Horseman.

Climb into my steed. Oh.

Can you, um...

♪ Pull that rug out from my feet ♪

♪ Gotta get up ♪

♪ Gotta keep on moving ♪

Van, seriously?

Sorry, it's just really hard to see
in this thing.

Which is exactly why I told you
to put it on when you got to the party.

People will know it's me.

Right, because they'll have
no idea who you are

when you walk in with your girlfriend.

But you're not my girlfriend...
you're a sexy vampire.

Hey, Headless not handless.
Keep your paws on the wheel.

I will once I can see again. Can you help?

I-I can't see. Can you just pull...

The button.
I think the button, the button.

- Can you just help me?
- I can't...

- Please.
- There. Fixed.

All right, driver's side took
the brunt of it.

Buck, Ravi, hit the engine.

LAFD, ma'am. How are you guys doing?

I'm okay, but my boyfriend,
he didn't say much after the crash.

I think it knocked him out
for a few seconds.

All right, we'll get him out.

- Okay.
- Just hold tight, okay?

Hen, Eddie, we got two injured,
both in costumes.

Damn. Already?

So much for avoiding
the costume curse this year.

- Buck, grab the jaws.
- Yeah.

- Ravi, keep the engine cool.
- You got it.

Are you in any pain or discomfort?
I see some blood here.

I bit my lip.

- LAFD. Sir, can you tell me your name?
- Van.

Was there an accident?

Do you not remember?

- My costume kept slipping.
- Ah, ah, ah!

Don't move, okay?
We still gotta check you out, sir.

All right, can you feel your toes?

No. No, I don't think so.

Okay.

How is he?

Cervical spine trauma.
I think he might be going into shock.

But it's too risky to pull him out
from the passenger side.

Jaws flying in.

- Jaws are dead.
- Dead? How?

Costume curse.

Costume's not a curse. It's a C-collar.

Look, it's keeping traction on his neck.

All right, let's get the backboard ready.

Buck, chock the tires.
Ravi, you're on the winch.

- We're pulling this door off.
- Got it.

Okay, Ravi.

Ready.

Yeah, keep going.

Almost there.

Sir, do you feel any pain?

No, just stiff. Feet are tingling.

- All right.
- Can you move them?

Okay, good.

Good. We love to see it.

How's the other person doing?

You mean the other woman
in the car with you?

The guy in the road, the one that we hit.

I think they were dressed as a scarecrow.

Cap, I think we got another one.

LAFD, can you hear us?

- LAFD. Does anyone need help?
- Come on.

LAFD.

- Buck.
- Yeah.

I didn't see anything
before the crash. I swear.

- I'm telling you there was a guy.
- Got him.

What is that?

This look like the guy you hit?

Oh, thank God.

I was starting to worry
I might've killed someone.

A few minor scrapes and bruises,
but I think he'll live.

Is something going to happen to me
when I eat this cookie?

Come on. Will you just take a bite?

- Well?
- It's good.

- But is it right?
- I don't know what that means.

Something is missing.

I keep trying to recreate Bobby's famous
snickerdoodles from memory

'cause I can't find the recipe.

Maybe if you baked less and unpacked more,
you'd be able to find things.

Well, maybe you could judge less
and help me look more.

All right,
"K" doesn't stand for "kitchen."

I think "K" was for "kitsch"?

What? I-I thought I'd be able to remember
what was in the boxes.

I didn't know it was gonna take me
four months to find a place

and then another three
to get the previous tenant to move out.

Yeah, I think I would've walked away.

Yeah, but how about that backyard?

- The trees are nice.
- Yeah.

I actually have to speak
with the landlord about them.

I keep hearing noises in the night.
I think maybe squirrels in the attic.

Squirrels, huh?

- Or maybe a ghost.
- Oh.

- It's squirrels.
- Or a squirrel ghost.

- Don't. Why-Why are you being like this?
- Because it's Halloween.

It's the spirit of the season.

Or maybe I'm sensing
some paranormal energies in here.

The energies are normal, unlike you.

- Oh, wow.
- Oh. Did you find the recipe?

Yeah.

- I really miss him.
- I know.

That's a great place for it.

Maybe he'll help inspire you
in the kitchen.

Wait, so you didn't like
the snickerdoodles?

No, no, it's... it's great, honestly.

I can even get a workout in
before breakfast.

Sorry,

I've just been shoving everything
into this room

until I can figure out where it should go,

and then I'd close the door
and just kind of forget all about it,

till we discussed your moving in.

Was it a discussion?

- It's really nice.
- Oh, I'm glad you like it.

And I can definitely find another place
for the bike.

No, might as well leave it.

He's gotta stay in shape

to pass his firefighters'
fitness assessment, right?

Hey,
let's not get ahead of ourselves.

I haven't even gotten called in
for an interview yet.

Now, this dresser is empty,
so you can put all your stuff in here,

but I'm afraid I may have stashed
a few things in the closet.

Um...

- I'll find another place.
- No.

They can stay.

I think it'll be nice
having a piece of him here.

Um, I'll let you settle in
and, uh, I'll order us some lunch.

I didn't think Stockholm syndrome
kicked in that fast.

I'm not a hostage.

I agreed to move in here,

and she agreed to be open
to me joining the fire department.

You don't need her permission, Harry.

But I want it.

I want her to support what I'm doing.
I want her to be proud of me.

Turns out he was driving his friends while
your abuelos were at work.

Without a license.

- He didn't have a license?
- Mm-mmm.

Our golden boy failed
his driver's test twice,

and yet, he could get the car started
without a key.

Dad!

Okay, he is doing his math,

and I'm thinking I might wanna start
hiding my car keys.

Maybe you'd like to hide them with these.

What are you guys doing
searching through my kitchen?

Sorry, I-I didn't know
that you kept anything

other than roasting pans
above your refrigerator.

The prayer book was a gift
from Captain Nash.

He was Catholic?

He was.

And the rosary?

Those...

- are mine.
- Edmundo, you're going back to church?

I've only gone to a few masses.
Let's not make a big deal about it.

Go. Go.

It is a big deal.

You are reconnecting with your faith,
with your community.

I don't know how connected I feel yet.

I don't even know
if I'm doing it for me or Bobby.

- How does Christopher feel about it?
- He doesn't know yet.

I'm not gonna pressure him, okay?

I was forced to go to church,
and I hated it.

When he gets older,
he can decide for himself.

Cream of tartar. The missing ingredient.

Oh, my God. Guys. Guys! Oh, my God!

You're not gonna believe this.
Okay, so you know how I told you all

I've been having trouble
with the snickerdoodles?

Bobby's recipe.

Come on, guys,
I've been working at this for weeks,

trying to figure out
the missing ingredient.

- If you say so.
- Forget it. Just taste. Here, take.

Come on. Okay. Hen, you get one.

Ravi. Come on. Chim, Cap, take a bite.

- Oh, damn. This is pretty good.
- Mm-hmm.

I mean, Cap always was an excellent baker.

You know what he was even better at?
Not talking about baking.

- These are great, Buck.
- Guess how I figured it out.

Obsessively trying every spice
in the cabinet in alphabetical order?

No. Bobby told me.

- Okay, Buck.
- I know it sounds crazy.

I really think he helped me.

I found a picture of him and I.
I put it in the kitchen.

Next night, bam. There it is.

Cream of tartar.

It's not completely crazy.

I mean, people experience things
they can't explain all the time.

You sure it's just cream of tartar?

Yeah, 'cause you are not Eddie Diaz.

He is the opposite of superstitious.
Remember?

I'm trying to keep an open mind.
Leave room for the unknown.

Who hurt you, shape-shifter?

You know, I wouldn't say this is
the craziest thing I've ever heard,

though it's close, but whatever this is--

It-It's Bobby.

Tell him we miss him.

Sir, a missing pumpkin
is not an emergency.

Oh, it's about to be.

♪ Satan, your kingdom must come down ♪

♪ Satan, your kingdom must come down ♪

♪ You've been feeding
Your kingdom all over this land ♪

♪ Satan, your kingdom must come down ♪

♪ You know the mothers
They gonna break your kingdom down ♪

♪ You know the mothers
They gonna break your kingdom down ♪

All units be advised pumpkin is orange,
approximately 20 feet in diameter,

and last seen heading northwest
on 8th Street.

Use caution when approaching.

♪ Satan, your kingdom must come down ♪

♪ Satan, your kingdom must come down ♪

1-L-70, I'm showing you in the area.

This is 1-L-70 in pursuit on foot.

It just took out a food vendor
in Pershing Square.

- Do you still have eyes on it?
- I lost it.

♪ Satan, your kingdom must come down ♪

Okay, so northwest on 9th, wind's blowing
north-northwest eight miles per hour,

which means
it's heading right for the freeway.

If that thing bounces down onto the 110--

It'll be a new level of chaos.
A mass casualty pileup.

Gotta cut it off before it gets there.

Okay. 9th and Grand.

Dispatch, we're at 9th and Grand.
No sign of the gourd yet.

If I'm right, it will be there any second.

- Then what do we do?
- Stop it.

I got visual. Everybody back! Get back.

♪ Satan, your kingdom must come down ♪

It-It bounced.

It bounced! Damn it!

Dispatch, this is 727-L-30 in position
to neutralize the suspect.

Taser, Taser, Taser!

727-L-30, what's your status?

Dispatch, suspect has been subdued.

Nice work, Sergeant.

What are you smiling at?

Bigger crowd than I expected
on a weekday morning.

It's the only mass of the day now.

Prayers can't be choosers.

Not my line.

It's Father Bolsonaro.

Oh, a funny priest.
I don't remember those growing up.

Maybe I wouldn't have hated mass so much.

Well, you needed something
to rebel against.

Wasn't just about rebellion, you know?

Just never felt that... thing,

God's presence,
or whatever you're supposed to feel.

- And now you're back.
- Whoa. I wouldn't say "back."

I'd say I'm testing the waters,
taking the temp.

Coming to a mass on a Wednesday?

Only for you
because you're my abuela and I love you.

But what is love
if not a sign of God's presence?

So when I was looking for him in church...

Mi niño,
you were looking in the wrong place.

Oh, God,

we call upon you
in the dire hour of our need.

Brother Ken and Sister Lydia
have led a most devout life,

raising a family
in the light of your almighty ways.

Now, their innocent child,

dear Sister Abigail,
has been taken by the devil.

Our brothers and sisters raise
their hands and voices

in praise of your power
to cast out this evil.

We beg you, release this poor child's
demonic bondages.

Expel Satan from her body.

Free her from suffering!

Sister Abigail, has the demon left you?

Keep praying, everybody!

What are we walking into here?

LAFD, make way.

Paramedics coming through.
Please, please, please, please.

She clamped on him like a vice.

Not the kind of bite I was expecting.

It's not her fault.
It's the demon inside her.

- The demon?
- A demon.

Brother Isaac was casting it
out of her body.

- You were doing an exorcism?
- The devil's in her.

- We must pray together.
- All right. Great.

Buck, please, set the praying up outside.

Come on, guys. Give them some space.
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go. Come on. Outside.

Let's go.

Does your daughter have
a history of mental illness?

- No, nothing like that.
- Has she had any medication?

- Hit her head recently?
- No.

- She's been perfectly healthy until now.
- What about travel?

Maybe something out of the country?

She attended a pre-college program
in Costa Rica last month.

Though she told us
it was a missionary trip.

Since then, we've been keeping her close.

Clearly.

Hey, Cap. I think I know
where the devil came from.

Copy that. Coming to you.

- Yeah, what do we got?
- In here. Check it out.

They must have been keeping her in here
against her will, probably for days.

There's not great air flow back here.

Maybe mold or something.

No.

A different toxin.

BP's high. Heart's racing.
Severe muscle spasms.

Spasms could be from the pain.
Start with ketamine?

If we could keep her still
long enough.

It's the devil!

No, it's tetanus.

They were keeping her in a room
back there on a rusty bed frame.

If you check her feet, I'm willing
to bet there's a puncture wound.

Your daughter didn't need prayers.
She needed antibiotics.

Lockjaw.

Start with midazolam.

Hopefully, relaxes her enough
so we can get her to the hospital.

Then if that doesn't work?

We'll have to go paralytic.

Prepare to intubate her.
Just in case she stops breathing.

The devil can't take her.

Respectfully, sir,
I'm gonna need you to shut it.

I would hate to hit the wrong patient.

Give it a second.

- It's not working.
- Going stronger.

- Prepare one milligram of sux.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I think there's too much sensory input.

The lights, they might be making it worse.

Buck, let's go dark.

Go.

- Oh, thank God.
- All right, let's get her on a gurney.

So possession, huh?

Why do you think the devil chose Abigail?

She was a good girl.

Sometimes those are the easiest
to lead astray.

Abigail was losing her faith.

She wanted to leave us,
leave our way of life.

Can we go with her?

You can visit her at the hospital later.

- Assuming that she still wants to see you.
- Why wouldn't she want to see us?

You locked her in a cell,
tied her to a table.

She said she was sick,
and you said it was the devil.

We know what's best for our daughter.

Sounds like that's something
for a higher power to decide.

You're under arrest
for false imprisonment, child abuse

and endangerment, the three of you.

You have the right to remain silent.

Hey, there you are. Are you and Chris
doing anything for Halloween?

Just ordering some pizza,
watching a movie. Why?

What if you and Chris came over...

and we try to talk to Bobby?

A Ouija board? You really think that's
what my son should be doing on Halloween?

It's ages eight and up. I checked.

Really, Buck?

Just need to quit the whole
haunted house bit. It's not real.

What happened to leaving
a little room for the unknown?

Abigail happened.

She put her faith in everything
she was supposed to, and what did she get?

Hmm? Tetanus, lockjaw,
maybe 30 years of therapy.

It's not supernatural.
It's just ordinary and ugly.

I'm sorry, Buck,

but God wasn't in that room,
and Bobby isn't in your house.

- What did you get?
- Um, I got some sour worms.

I'll trade you my peanut butter cup
for your sour worms.

- Sure. Changies!
- Changies!

Pipe down!

You're waking the dead.

Do you not read? "RIP." Rest in peace.

Does that mean nothing
to you living beings?

He's funny.

What are you supposed to be?

Dead.

Let's totally be that next year.

Where's your costume?

- Thought we were going to a party tonight.
- I lied. And, seriously, Raggedy Andy?

Surprisingly popular with single women.

Okay, this is not... not weird.

I can explain.

You want to use the Ouija board
to talk to Cap's ghost

who you think is haunting your house.

Great, so you're in.

I might as well be. Uh, turns out
I have nothing else to do tonight.

Uh, lower the lights, would you?

I don't think you have to do that
for a Ouija board.

Uh, no,
but I didn't buy any candy this year,

and I don't want people
thinking I'm home. Over there.

All right.

Okay, we almost have a message.

"O."

"T."

"You're an idiot"? Really, Rav?

It's what Bobby would say if he was here,

which, I'm sorry, Buck, he's not.

What was that?

Buck. Shelf.

It's a footprint.

Grab that flashlight.

- Okay, uh, give me a boost.
- All right.

Okay. Okay, on three. One, two, three.

Okay. Thank you. You have a good evening.

His name is Dwayne Payton.

According to his ID and your landlord,
he used to live here.

Yeah, but I thought he got evicted.

They served the notice,
and then he disappeared.

Into my attic.

Look, we can charge him for trespassing,
illegal lodging, vandalism.

Is that what you want?

Hey, was it fun for you?

Making me feel like my house was haunted.

The kid was right. You're an idiot.

Yeah? Well, I'm gonna press charges.

How about that, huh?
Get him out of my house and lock him up.

- It's my house.
- No, it's not! Not anymore!

You can't keep me out.
I got in before and I'll get in again.

- Right to remain silent.
- Hey, hey, wait.

Where's the recipe?

Bobby's recipe. I know you took it,
so what did you do with it?

I didn't take anything.

So how did you know cream of tartar?

Cookies were dull. Needed a tang.

You need some help cleaning up?

No. I'm all good.

Hey, if you were so sure
that it wasn't Bobby's ghost,

then why did you play along earlier?

You seemed like you needed it.

- Hey, Mom.
- Oh.

- What are you doing?
- I'm going to a Halloween party.

You like the costume?

Your costume?

Well, yeah,
I mean, it's a costume tonight,

- but once I graduate from the academy--
- Stop talking.

You know, for a minute,
I really thought that I was wrong,

that maybe I had overreacted

when you said that you would apply
to join the fire department.

But now I see that I was right.

- Right about what?
- That you're not ready for this.

Because that is not a costume,
and the fact that you think it is

tells me that you are nowhere near
mature enough to do the job.

No, Mom. It's-it's not like that.

I just... I wanted to see how it felt.

So now you know.

So you can take it off
and find yourself another costume.

Father God,
today we commit the soul

of Jeremiah Kamada to your loving care.

May perpetual light shine upon him,
guiding his soul to eternal peace.

Lord, let his memory be a blessing

and grant that he is
peacefully laid to rest

in your loving and gentle hands.

Amen.

Hello? Uh, excuse me.

This one's taken. I'm in here. Hello!

Jeremiah?

Jeremiah, is that thee?

Not Jeremiah.

We were in the middle of lowering
the casket when we heard a voice.

Gravediggers removed the casket
so we could see inside,

only for us to find, well...

- Who is that?
- Not my husband.

- Is he alive?
- No, he is not.

- He's just playing dead.
- I am dead.

If he makes it out of my husband's grave,
he'll wish he were dead.

Okay. How about you all let us handle it
from here? Ravi, would you...

Right this way, Father. Ma'am?

Now will you beings finally leave me
to rest in silence?

It took me forever to find this place.

- Okay, what are you thinking?
- Psychiatric or a substance?

Maybe he has a concussion.
He could've fallen in.

- Why don't we just ask him?
- No, just, uh, please leave me alone.

We just wanna talk.

Doesn't anybody have any respect
for the dead?

That gash on your forehead.
Do you remember how you died?

A man in a blue car, he ran me over.

- And did you get a good look at him?
- I never saw his face.

I don't think he had one.

- He didn't have a face?
- He didn't have a head.

The guy in the road, the one that we hit,
I think they were dressed as a scarecrow.

This look like the guy you hit?

I was starting to worry
I might've killed someone.

A man without a head
who thought he hit a man we couldn't find.

- Eddie, what side is the injury on?
- Right.

Right frontal lobe.

- Cotard's syndrome.
- Uh, whose syndrome?

It's a neuropsychiatric disorder.
It's walking corpse syndrome.

Damaged regions of the brain
that involve self-awareness, perception,

leading a person to believe
that they're dead

- or they don't even exist at all.
- Is that even something we can cure?

Sir, do you mind if I check something out?

Oh, no.

Uh, guys, I can't find a pulse.

What is he doing?

He's bringing him back to life.
Anything, Eddie?

No pulse. I... I think he's gone.

Not if we can help it.

Hen, the defibrillator.

Yeah.

All right, starting compressions.

All right. Pulse check.

Come on.

Okay, clear!

We've got a pulse!

And it's a pretty strong one too.

It is?

- We almost lost you there.
- But you made it.

- Welcome back.
- I'm back?

He is so back.

Oh, God. Am I really back?

From the dead?

My family is gonna be so happy
to hear about this!

- Thank you so much.
- Ahem!

Do you think we can bury my husband now?

- Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah.
- Oh, yeah.

- Coming up.
- All right. Yeah. We should...

Welcome back, hey.

Thank you, Jeremiah. Condolences.

Seriously?

Dwayne!

Hey.

Dwayne!

A sobriety chip.

Hey, Cap.

Morning, Dad.

Hey, kiddo. You're up early.

I thought maybe abuela was cooking.

She's not here,
but I can make you something.

But I saw her last night.
She was in my room.

She told me not to be afraid,
and that she loved me.

I think you were dreaming, bud.

I'll get you something to eat.

Hey, tía. Guess everyone's
getting an early start today.

- Eddie.
- Tía?

Eddie...

What's wrong?

It's your abuela. She's gone.

I came to pick her up for church.

And when she didn't answer,
I let myself in.

They say that they look
like they're sleeping.

But I knew... the second I saw her...

she was gone.

Eddie.

Eddie.

I thought that maybe
one of the officers would...

help me,

but they said that I needed to be the one
to call someone to come get her.

Funeral home.

They said
it would be a few hours.

I don't know what to do until then.

What if we prayed?

I think she would like that. Okay.

They said you dropped the charges.

Well, you didn't actually do any damage.

You did help with the whole cookie thing,
so I figured I'd repay the favor.

Thanks, man.

But, uh, not sure
where I'm supposed to go now.

Well... ...how about a meeting?

There's one a few blocks from here.

You're a friend of Bill W.

Yeah, I'm a friend of a friend.

You sure left your mark.

You were a good man. Good husband.

You loved and inspired my kids.

I'm not sure
I'll ever forgive you for that.

It's not his fault.

Bobby was a good guy, and I loved him.

But I was the son of a first responder
long before I ever met him.

It's not about being like him, Mom.

It's about being like you.

The first day of a loss
isn't the hardest.

There's too damn much to do.

People to call, arrangements to make.

Too busy to remember,
too overwhelmed to let go.

Sadness is for tomorrow,

when finally you're alone,

heartbroken and angry
in the quiet and the silence until...

until you realize...
you're never really alone at all.

Maybe we have to be
the ghosts of the people we love,

haunting the world with their memory

and the lessons they left behind.

Maybe there are no specters, no spirits.

Just us.

Celebrating, dancing,

remembering, alive together.

And maybe...

...that's enough.

We should do this every year.

It doesn't make you too sad?

No. It's like they're still here.

You know?

Yeah.

I know.