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Your Majesty, it is an honor

Were are your troops stationed?

At the border by the left bank of the river.

We have not yet crossed into their territory.

It is ourterritory.

Forgive my errant tongue, Your Highness, your territory.

He's enamored with the Queen.

we all belong to him.

Oh God. By whose mercy

the faithful departed find rest.

Bless this grave.

And send your holy angel to watch over it.

As we bury here the body of our brother

Deliver his soul from every bond of sin.

That he may rejoice in you

with your saints forever. Amen.

Amen.

This is taking way longer than it should.

- And who's fault's that? Seriously. - Certainly not mine.

It's not mine. Who's supposed to set something up

to begin with that I can see?

Who's the real problem here? Is it you or the client?

You have to come up with something

Your Honor, we've put a good faith offer on the table.

We are amenable to a settlement.

Their offer was a non-starter.

We even proposed mediation.

Yeah, but we were too far apart.

Their entire case, your Honor, rests on

a litany of unsubstantiated allegations.

There's no legitimate grievance.

And they have yet to produce a shred of

evidence that makes any mention of rent.

Miss Haig, we're not here to litigate the case.

I've made it a practice in this court for both parties

] to exhaust all settlement options before trial.

Seriously?

Miss Haig.

My apologies, your Honor, I--

I've made it a practice in this court for both parties

to exhaust all settlement options before trial.

Have a civil, meaningful conversation.

Or don't.

Or don't. Have a shouting match.

Whatever it takes,

the clock is ticking, Counsel.

Tomorrow the jury walks in.

At that point, all bets are off.

The world is a stage, life is a passage.

You came, you saw, you departed.

Learn to bear bravely the changes of fortune.

Everything in the past

is judged by the outcome of the last event.

Everything in the past

is judged by the outcome of the last event.

Rehearsal is going fine, but then on Marion's line,

"my kingdom will not settle for less".

The center stage light, it started to flicker.

She just froze.

And I was just there waiting for my cue.

And then I hear,

"Thomas, I will not settle."

She just dropped it.

And one of the drapes caught on the fire,

but we put it out as fast as we could.

It wasn't spirits.

[I didn't pick up on anything, and I would know.

I swear, she's been reading into things.

Ya, think?

Lights!

Lights!

That light started to flicker.

Then, "Thomas, I will not settle."

Fire.

Yeah, that definitely wasn't in the script.

Okay.

- Hey - I'm fine.

Jack?

Jack!

Did you fix that stage light?

I fixed it.

What are the chances of it happening again?

Glitzy dimmer shouldn't happen.

If you have any doubts, just kill the light altogether.

I take care of it.

It's a heavy burden

to be so intimately connected with those who have passed.

But we're not alone in our struggle.

No, far from it.

The dead also share our pain, our heartache,

our failures,

and sometimes they even-- Kelly.

Would you care to join us?

I really think we need to prep for tomorrow.

Oh, lawyers call it prepping.

We call it rehearsing.

And life is a rehearsal.

It's a rehearsal for the world to come.

But our connections to this earthly life still persist.

At times, the dead even seek to intervene.

They mean to help.

But they can be clumsy.

They can go too far.

Thomas, you almost burned down the playhouse.

You almost burned down the playhouse.

You did. We welcome your presence.

This is your home, too.

But I am in charge of the theater now.

And as long as I am in charge of the theater,

we will not surrender.

We will not settle.

The theater will go on.

And come Friday,

"Seance" will open.

Onwards and upwards we go.

Okay, um.

Okay, okay, hello, okay.

All right, so I'll use this

one for my opening statement.

And then this one for the closing.

Good.

Marion? Marion?

Mm-hmm.

I couldn't find any older photos of the theater.

Oh, try that box. The one on the chair.

I am the fire.

I am the light.

My flames rise high.

My flames burn bright.

I am the fire.

- I am the light. - Okay. Hello, Can we...

OK, so, I'm opening with,

"For 40 years, my Aunt Marion Neal and her husband gave

their time, their love, and their labor

to the Necromancy Theater.

- How's that? - I like it.

Right? Oh.

Okay, these are fantastic.

This is horrifying.

Oh, my God, no.

Here.

Oh, how cute is this?

Yeah, yeah.

They're taking a purely legal approach,

so ours is emotional, right?

It's all about heart.

It's all about love.

That is our ace in the hole.

♪ Oh, it's love.

♪ It's love, love, love, love, love, love,

♪ love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.

Okay, okay.

Okay, so I'm gonna start with,

"For 40 years, blah, blah, blah,

they built this thing from scratch.

What did they get in return?

A life in the arts, a chance to give back

to their community and a small apartment

above the theater that they owned."

Aww

Oh, yeah. Hold on, hold on.

So we're gonna do this? Or this?

- The first one. - Okay.

Um, a tiny space, but to them, it was home.

It's where they had dinner every night.

It's where they made love.

No slide for that.

Um, tomorrow marks-- Oh wait.

Leah, did you get more pictures of the funeral?

- Yeah, I put them on the cloud. - Great, great. Okay

So, actually, this comes at the very end.

Let me actually perform it.

- All right. - Okay.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Tomorrow marks six months since Marion's beloved husband Thomas passed.

The last shovel of dirt was barely thrown on the grave.

It's too fast.

Okay, we all know who got the talent gene in the family,

and it was not me.

We loved you as the mute servant.

Yeah, and, you know, I was a great corpse. Killed that part.

- I actually just saw a photo of that. - I really don't want to see it.

I don't want to see it. I mean, it was like two years in the company,

not one speaking role, so I don't want to see it. Okay.

But now you talk all the time.

Thank you, Julie.

- Try it again. - All right.

Tomorrow marks six months

since Marion's beloved husband Thomas passed.

It's still too fast.

Tomorrow marks six months since Marion's beloved husband Thomas passed.

The last shovel of dirt was barely thrown

on his grave before the Fisher brothers--

Boo!

That was funny.

Before the Fisher brothers tried to force a sale of the playhouse.

- Better. - Right?

Yeah.

So, does anyone know where my pen is?

I can put on the performance of my life.

But ultimately, if the jury rules against us

we'll be liable for 40 years of back rent.

And you won't have the equity to buy him out.

You will lose the playhouse.

That weasel never once mentioned back rent

until he got his hand caught in the cookie jar.

Which we would have to prove in trial.

Thomas wanted to sue him, you know.

Listen, listen.

They made us an offer. If you don't like it, fine, let's counter.

- Just give me a number. - Zero.

You're just being difficult. I said as much to Thomas.

I shall not settle for less than our fair share.

If you insist on moving forward with the trial,

it is that mindset that they will pounce on.

But, uh... - Thomas...

isn't with us anymore.

I will not... settle.

You know, this building has had electrical issues for as long as I can remember.

Just call Jack.

Marion? How's this?

Yes.

Do you have to wear black?

I'm in mourning.

The jury might think you're laying it on a little thick.

Leave the optics to me, dear.

The judge doesn't believe we're acting in good faith.

He all but said it this afternoon.

You don't have to take it.

Just look at it, go over it,

cross out anything that doesn't work for you, okay?

That'll give me a starting point to make a counteroffer.

That'll allow us to really come up with something that's--

Okay.

Trial it is.

Yes.

Looking at the discovery, their whole game plan

is to paint you as a superstitious kook.

And I made a motion in limine to exclude your unique beliefs

from being presented to the jury,

but unfortunately the judge ruled against us.

So remember, anything along the lines of woo, just-- krrk

Ms. Neal

Has your late husband communicated

with you about the facts of this case.

My late husband has not communicated with me.

Aunt Marion?

Aunt Marion, please, can you just do it for real?

My late husband has not communicated with me

concerning this case.

Mrs. Neal,

What is your understanding

of each party's ownership interest

in Necromancy Theater.

50-50 split.

I understand you live at the Playhouse.

- Is that correct? - Yes.

Do you pay rent, Mrs. Neal?

No.

Have you ever paid rent?

Never.

That was part of the deal with your brother from day one.

And that would be David Fisher, the plaintiff in this case?

Yes.

This, um, deal, as you call it,

was it ever put in writing at any point?

Initially, no, but, uh...

It was put in as part of the document that David signed last year.

If I could ask you to turn to Exhibit 4 before you.

Is that defendants 4?

Yes, Your Honor.

- May I approach? - I got it. I got it.

Is it your position that this document

offers proof that the plaintiff, David Fisher

acknowledged your right to reside at the apartment rent-free?

Yes.

Mrs. Neal, does this document contain any signatures by

third-party witnesses or attorneys?

Objection.

- Document speaks for itself. - Sustained.

Did you witness the plaintiff signing this document, Mrs. Neal?

No.

Before his passing, did Mr. Neal ever tell you that he personally

witnessed David Fisher signing this document?

I don't remember.

Maybe. Maybe.

How about after his passing?

- No. - Objection, vague and ambiguous.

Sustained.

The answer will be stricken.

Mrs. Neal, you have penned a number of

articles on the subject of seance, have you not?

I have.

Is your knowledge of the supposed transfer

of interests in any way informed by communications with the dead?

I am not aware of any communication on

the part of my late husband concerning this case.

So that's a no.

That's a no.

Mrs. Neal, you have argued forcefully

in your writings and television appearances that the dead often reach out to us.

Are you aware of any such attempt on the part of your late husband?

I cannot speak for him.

So he may have.

Objection misstates the testimony.

How'd it go?

Actually, really great.

I don't know what this is.

You did great!

Just remember, okay?

Stick to yes, no, I don't remember.

Unless they ask about the document, then try and be very specific.

Mrs. Neal, five minutes.

Five minutes, thank you.

Remind me, who drafted the document?

I told you before. I'm not sure.

Well, sure as shit wasn't that scumbag David.

You're darn tootin'.

Well, I mean, in that case,

Thomas either hired an outside lawyer or he wrote it himself. Let me--

Subtle.

Very subtle.

I don't think Jack is up to the job.

I think we need to bring in a real electrician.

Thomas drafted it. I'm sure of it.

- Aunt Marion? - I know what I know.

I don't understand.

Where's the casket?

Where have the pallbearers gone?

Mrs. Neal, if I can ask you to once again turn to Exhibit D4.

What did your late husband tell you about this document?

He said that he'd made David a generous offer.

What was the offer?

That if...

if David would admit, in writing,

that we had every right to live rent-free in the theater,

then Thomas would forgive him the million and a half he embezzled from the company.

Well, putting aside your very dramatic

allegations, as regards to the genesis of

this document, did your late husband ever

bring to your attention anything relating

to the circumstances surrounding how this document came to be?

I have no idea what you just said.

Do you know who drafted this document, Exhibit D4?

Thomas did.

And you know that for sure?

I know that for sure.

When did you learn of the alleged agreement?

I don't know exactly, but soon thereafter, we took them out to dinner, Thomas and I.

It was more a celebration for them, really, than for us.

And David brought his fourth wife.

Or was it his fifth?

I can't remember.

Can't count that high.

We'll get through this much quicker

if you could limit your responses to the questions asked.

Whatever you want, dear.

Mrs. Neal,

do you have any memory of any verbal exchange

between you and your late husband in which he apprised you

of his intention to draft an agreement?

What he told me was--

It's a yes or no question.

No.

Do you remember your husband ever telling you anything

that would lead you to believe that he was in any way involved

in the drafting of the document?

My husband was dying,

and he wanted to protect me.

He would have sued your brother

if he had the energy, if he had not been so sick.

If you could please stay focused on the question, a simple yes or no.

No.

You don't remember your husband speaking to you

about his potential involvement in the drafting of the document?

I don't remember.

But earlier you testified quite emphatically that you are certain

that Mr. Neal was the one who prepared the document.

I am.

Mrs. Neal

How is the jury to believe your testimony?

When you freely admit to having no recollection of any verbal exchange

between you and your late husband

in regards to the drafting of the document?

- You are just trying to-- - And yet...

And yet, you maintain that you are sure that

he was the one responsible for its creation.

I know what I know.

I know what I know.

Nothing further, your Honor.

Miss Haig, may I have a word with you.

Just right over here.

That's fine That's all I ask.

Thank you. Okay.

Now I need an orange.

Oral agreements mean nothing in court.

Unless both sides stipulate it.

Do you got a note in your script? We got a light cue.

What about all the money he bilked us over the years?

Well, Thomas didn't keep any records.

We can't prove the embezzlement.

Embezzlement should be...

We need to focus on their latest offer, okay?

I know. It's not as good.

But we have to be realistic.

Frankly, after your performance in court today, we're moving in the wrong direction,

and I don't see that changing.

But listen, the upside is if you take the offer,

then... and yes,

the theater will be sold, but

you'll walk with 25%.

Okay? I mean, that should afford you a decent one-bedroom

and you can retire with some money in your hand.

Marion?

Marion.

The hemming on the burgundy dress is finished.

Do you want to come try it on?

Come on, you're moving slow as molasses over there.

Shut up. Do your own work.

No, no more performances.

Tonight would be your last. That's if you took the deal.

Raise the volume.

Slow curtain.

The end.

It's not the end.

It's a new beginning.

You wouldn't be disappointing him.

How do you know that?

Because I can't help believe

that it's your peace of mind Thomas cares about most.

If I ever have to see that man again,

I trust it will be at his funeral.

Actually, just one last time on Monday,

the settlement won't be finalized until the judge signs off on it.

Thank you

Best Oaxacan in town, David.

Now, as I was saying,

the judge will sign this on Monday and it'll immediately go into effect.

The two sides will then have to meet and confer

as to their choice of the appraiser.

Kelly will propose our friend Susan.

I'll raise some perfunctory objections,

but we'll yield at the end.

Now, Susan and I just had a long discussion.

She could low ball the estimate,

that'll significantly reduce the payout amount

that we need to make to Marion,

But that could come back to bite us.

Susan, why don't you explain?

From what I gather, the building is old

and not well kept up.

If you want a wrecking ball,

then we'll have to go for code violations.

That'll shave off at least a few hundred thousand,

but that is a double-edged sword.

In other words, David, you'll have the city on your back for years to come.

Even if you decide to sell it, it'll all have to be disclosed.

That's right.

Unless of course you raze it to the ground.

We might?

Well, might isn't good enough

is what Susan's trying to say here.

I'll demolish the building.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Answer the goddamn phone, Leah.

Yep, that looks great. I'm gonna tie it on.

You got what you need?

The show starts in 40 minutes, Jack needs to be paid.

Don't tell me you don't have the money

because he can fuck us over.

I don't appreciate last-minute changes to our agreement.

Jack didn't make any changes, he did the job. He just wants to get paid.

Your friend doesn't get to decide when the job is finished.

You got the signature.

- We're golden, this thing went like clockwork. - Did it really?

You realize Marion burned the entire theater down on Wednesday, almost.

And that was my fault?

- You couldn't have picked another line. - The line was perfect.

Where she wasn't carrying a lit candle when she was saying it.

Did you even read the script I sent you?

I don't read scripts anymore.

Yeah.

What would be the point, right?

Fuck you.

- Oh, you really wanna take it there? - Fuck you!

You're gonna screw over Jack and then you're gonna screw me too?

Yeah, no! Let me tell you for the record?

For the record?

Let me tell you and your little tiny boyfriend here?

I fucking made this happen, okay?

- Oh, all right. - Enough!

- All right!!! - Fuck you.

That's enough.

So we're good?

I've set up meetings for you with the heads of casting at two studios.

He's good for it.

All right.

Jack's money.

David, we can't get greedy with this guy.

Make sure the Slav understands,

Either stays good with us

or he doesn't stay in this country.

I got it.

Nope.

Now just try the next panel.

Oh, good, we got it, thank you.

Hello, everybody, welcome.

Please make your way into the theater.

- All right, let's go. - All right, I get it, I get it.

- You took an oath. - My oath was to the king.

- Traitor! - Black guard!

Traitor.

- Come on now. - Full house.

Come on now, you'll mess up your makeup.

You trust people with your life?

And they stab you in the back.

Oh

Love all, trust a few.

Break a leg.

I, I don't understand.

Where is the coffin?

Where did the pallbearers go?

Bring them back, I order you.

Your highness, your highness, this is not the grave.

It's not the grave, it's not the grave.

Then why am I, why am I?

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Marion?

Help, Kenzo help!

Call 911! Marion, Marion.

Cut the lights, cut the lights.

Get water, get water.

Is she breathing?

Call 911.

Cut the lights, cut the lights.

Somebody call 911.

Is she breathing?

I don't know.

You wouldn't be disappointing him.

Mrs. Haig.

Did your late husband...

And I made a motion in limine to exclude your...

Objection...

Your Majesty, it's an honor.

Where are your troops stationed?

At the border, by the left bank of the river,

we have not yet crossed into their territory.

It is our territory.

Forgive my errant tongue, Your Highness, your territory.

Both banks of the river and far beyond.

By divine decree, they all belong to you,

as I belong to you.

Okay, that didn't feel right.

Marion, should I be like a little more flirtatious with you?

Like...

As I belong to you.

I don't know, Leon.

I didn't write this shit.

Thomas, am I having an affair with this soldier?

He's enamored with the Queen,

but it is not reciprocated by you.

I thought we were involved.

That was the previous version.

You're involved with his brother now, do you remember?

No.

His brother got killed in so-or-so he thinks anyway,

but he also thinks that you don't know that he knows,

but the brother is very much alive.

Thomas, you're just confusing everyone again.

So, just to be clear,

I should be flirtatious.

Yes.

All right, here we go.

Ready?

Your Majesty, it is an honor.

Thomas, why can't I sleep with this young man?

Thomas, Thomas.

Hey,

What's wrong?

It wasn't a heart attack

They think it was her blood sugar.

Where did they take her?

Leah's with her, she's being discharged.

They'll be here any minute. Come on, come on.

I need your help. I'm making Marion's place extra special before she gets home, yeah?

Yeah, okay, I'll get the stage lights.

Grab the ghost light.

Hey, hold, wait.

Hi, you've reached Leah, please leave a message.

Leah, hey, it's me.

Can you just give me an update, please?

And you gotta go through this stage door, okay?

The front door is locked, bye.

May the ghost light never falter,

and ward off all spirits.

Come here

Look at this, look.

Who is this?

She's like, "Mmm."

Look at the way she's holding the...

Before the ambulance arrived,

I was holding Marion's hand and I swear,

she had the look.

The look?

Like she was dying?

Like she was... stuck.

Her eyes were open.

She was

breathing, but...

Nothing.

If she's in a shadow realm,

that's bad news.

You read your whole Akashic record.

You see things you don't wanna see.

It's like you watch the movie of your life,

but you also see behind the curtain.

You learn the truth.

The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Leah?

Leah, hey, what's going on?

I don't know, things...

Leah, take her in where? I can't hear...

- Pray. Pray. - Leah... Leah.

Get the lights, get the lights!

When is the ambulance getting here?

Did somebody call 911?

She breathing?

I think so, I don't know.

Help, get her help!

Someone call 911!

Do you need me to get her a water or something?

Get water, get water!

I call upon the well of souls

where all power and love come from.

We humbly ask for your help.

Please give Marion strength

and keep her from the shadow realm

so she might make her way...

Hey, hey Leah, what's going on?

I don't know, she just started running a fever and it started spiking and--

Leah.

Marion, its Kelly and Julie do you want to say hi?

- Hey! - We love you, Marion.

What did they say? Leah?

Leah, stay on the phone with us, Leah.

Wait! I have to call you back.

- I got it, I got it. - No, no, no, don't touch it.

Look, I'll get it.

Just don't.

I'm gonna have to cleanse this whole place.

I don't know, what happened

What the hell?

It, it just burst into flames.

It never does that,

it's only supposed to smolder.

She looked so angry.

Did you see how she looked at me?

Marion?

It's all my fault.

Oh, I could have said something.

What are you talking about?

There weren't any signs!

Since he died, no Thomas, no signs!

I would have been the first to know, but

it's been room tone, flat, nothing.

Everyone knew that.

We all told her.

I didn't.

And I'm the only one she would have listened to.

But I kept my mouth shut.

If she's in the shadow realm, she's seen the truth.

That I betrayed her.

Leah?

- Leah? - Please don't push me,

- We need to do our job. - I'm not gonna leave.

What's going on?

- We are going to-- - Kelly, tell them I'm not gonna leave.

Don't let her die.

Don't make a scene!

Leah, wait.

Leah, do as they say!

Leah, Leah, come on, stop!

She's gone, she's gone, she's dead.

I don't think you understand!

Marion is fucking dead!

She's, she's gone.

She's fucking dead, do you understand what I'm saying?

She's dead!

She's gone!

She's fucking dead!

She's gone. She wasn't...

She's dead!

She's just dead!

She's dead!

Marion is fucking dead!

I call upon you to open the gates of the underworld.

Marion...

Why are you angry, Marion?

Marion...

Marion? Why are you angry?

Marion, speak to me.

Why are you angry?

Hey, sweetheart.

- Marion. - Sweetheart.

Marion, we love you. Why are you angry?

Julie.

She's dead.

If she is in the Shadow Realm

She can't move beyond.

The bridge is burning.

It's all burning.

Kelly!

No!

No!

No!

How sharper than a serpents tooth it is to have a thank less child.

No! No! Please no!

Let me go! Let me go!

No!

Make sure the Slav understands.

He either stays good with us, or he doesn't stay in this country.

The court hereby declares a mistrial

in the civil case, David Fisher versus Marion Neal

due to evidence of malpractice,

on the part of the attorney of record, Kelly Haig.

Ms. Haig is said to have criminally colluded

with David Fisher and Warren Fisher

in an effort to defraud her own client, Marion Neal.

The court shall transfer all photographic

and video evidence submitted by Ms. Leah Watts

to the office of the Los Angeles District Attorney.

Pending a bail hearing, the above named individuals are to remain--

Are to remain in the custody of the Sheriff's Department.

If this were only about putting you behind bars,

I could have done it months ago.

But you made it personal.

You came to my home, to my theater,

You acted as if you were my savior.

A shoddy performance at that.

My little Iago, next time you wanna do a show,

don't do it at a theater.

We are better at it.

We are better at it.

Enough.

You have a choice.

Tell the Fisher brothers they have until Sunday to pay back the money they embezzled

and acknowledge my 50% ownership stake

before I buy them out.

Then they're all yours.

Two-bit con men.

Oh... don't worry, dear

it's not the end.

It's only a new beginning.

Help, no!

Julie!

I know... what I know.

Thank you. You were great. You were great.

Oh yeah, oh yeah. Marion!

Oh, if I get any more, I'm taking them home, okay?

You guys were fantastic, I love it.

Oh, gosh

May the ghost light never falter