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Previously on School Spirits. Hi, Maddie. Welcome to the Split River High

Afterlife Support Group. We're all just trying to cross over. I mean, Janet did

it, and she'd been here since 1960.

Simon? Maddie? Can you see me?

Don't move, Janet! No!

I've been here for 60 years.

So whatever you did to help Janet, I want it.

This was the play that killed me.

Mr. Martin's been documenting our deaths.

He's been hoarding all the objects we had with us when we died. Who else knows

everything about us?

Hey, stop!

Jacob! Call 911!

What is that? That's the person who attacked Xavier tonight.

I don't know if this is real, but you're alive out there.

We need a name for the ticket. Janet?

I know I can't explain what's going on, but I am here, Simon!

You're not crazy!

It's locked.

Matty, be careful!

Please, you can't trust him!

Matty?

You were there. Matty! We knew.

Matty. I saw you in the fallout shelter with her. You were there the day I died.

What's going on? You watched it happen. Why didn't you say anything?

I couldn't stop it.

It was her.

Mr. Martin, what happened to me?

You have to go back in there. You have to go deeper. The only way out is to go

back in.

No. Yes, Janet. Yes, you know that. You have to tell me exactly what happened.

How did you feel? Yes.

Yes, Janet.

Has to tell me to have...

Don't

move, Janet. No!

No!

No! No!

Mr.

Barton?

Hey! Stop!

Pull up! Let's get out of here!

Pull me up!

You good?

I mean, where does this even go?

You don't... You don't understand.

None of you.

You can't. What do you mean?

What's going on?

Don't pursue this.

I wish I never had.

Hey.

You okay?

Did you see where he went?

Did he say anything?

I know what happened to me.

Forget me when I'm gone

Don't forget me when I'm gone Will you forget me when I'm gone

Will you forget Don't forget me when I'm gone

Ah!

Back in.

Yes, Janet. Yes, you know that. You have to tell me. I don't want to. What

happened? How did you feel? I don't want to.

No, no, no.

Janet?

Wait.

Wait.

Janet?

Wait, wait. It's okay. It's me.

Janet, stop.

Get it!

Get it!

No! No!

Please!

Don't leave me!

They only had decaf.

We should tell the cops.

Agreed.

Decaf's a crime.

Not a call.

We should tell the cops it was Maddie.

We can't do that. Not yet. Oh, I'm sorry. Is next week better for you?

Look, we don't know what's going on.

Because she looked terrified.

We need to find her, talk to her.

We did find her.

And look what happened.

If we tell, we ruin her life.

I mean, we don't know why she's been running.

We don't know if she's in danger, in trouble.

And if we go to the police, how do we catch them up without exposing

ourselves?

I mean, the only reason they haven't pointed a finger at you or me for the

blackmail and the missing money is because the cops still think Maddie was

responsible. I agreed to help find the person who hurt Maddie, okay? And I was

working under the assumption that Maddie was...

We know we were wrong.

And in fact, Maddie's the one hurting us.

And if she went for Xavier first, who's to say she's not coming for me next?

Can we at least wait till Xavier wakes up?

I'm so sorry. You said she ran through you?

And Mr. Martin knew this whole time.

He was there and just watched it happen.

And then you ran over your ex with his truck?

No, that's what I'm saying, Wally. That wasn't me.

I didn't do that.

Simon showed me a photo of someone who looked just like me, but it wasn't me.

The last thing I remember hearing was Mr. Martin telling her to stop.

He said a name, and it was definitely Janet.

But that doesn't make any sense, because Janet crossed over like a year before

you got here, so... She couldn't have had anything to do with it. Unless he

lied to us about that, too.

Well, when Wally was die-harding the door off downstairs, I tried to grab

what I could from inside, but there's... there's some freaky stuff down there,

Maddie.

Wait, Wally did what to the door?

Oh, no, yeah, it was super intense and honestly, like, pretty hot. But no, yes,

he went full-on meathead action hero when he heard you shouting.

You know, it just sounded like you needed help, so I helped.

Where is he now, Mr. Martin?

I don't know.

I lost him once he got onto the grounds. He just vanished.

What, you think he hopped the fence?

No. There's no way he could have made it to the boundary before I got there.

Yeah, and we know he can't leave the school.

Well, Janet did.

Wait, what was that thing that Dawn always talked about?

I don't know. What would she call it? A walk-in? Yeah.

She said if you're really messed up, it's like hanging a vacancy sign above

your head.

We found a bunch of these down there.

Mr. Martin's been keeping tabs on us. It's everything we've ever told him in

group or out.

And he's been collecting these things?

Stuff we all had with us when we died.

Get them.

Get everything.

You two search the fall shelter and get everything you can before he does.

Rhonda, we'll search the campus until we find him.

Mr. Martin and Janet are the reason I'm here. I want to know why.

Okay.

20-minute stop.

Is there a place to call for a taxi cab here?

No, sorry. No cabs out here.

Where are you headed?

That's okay. I'll just hitchhike.

No. No. You don't want to do that. That's really dangerous.

You could try one of those apps.

Might take a beat for it.

Carter get out this way, but they come eventually.

You know, like, on your phone.

You okay, hon?

Do you need some help? Can I call somebody?

Just this, please.

Ma'am?

Your change?

This is starting to feel like a dead end.

We've looked everywhere.

How are we supposed to find somebody that doesn't want to be found?

We've got two people who don't want to be found.

There's something we're not understanding about this. We're missing

something.

Like what?

We've got to figure out how to flush him out into the open.

If he's going to hide from us, maybe we'd have to coerce him?

With what?

Look, I don't know Maddie, okay?

I'm grasping at straws here, too. Okay, well, what if that doesn't work?

Okay,

Rhonda, I'm angry, too, but we don't have to go to war with the tampons. It's

fine. They're no stranger to a bloodbath.

Besides, it'll just reset.

See?

Oh, my God, are you kidding me right now?

Walter, are you okay? Are you serious right now?

There you guys are. What the hell?

Why aren't you down at the fallout shelter? We're not worried something

happened. Because the stupid door still won't open. It doesn't make any sense.

It should have reset by now. Any sign of him? No, we checked the east wing of the

school, but nothing.

Okay, well, I got fantastic news for you. The hatch exit is off campus. It's

right flipping there.

The man over here hurried us out the back hatch, but we didn't realize that

we couldn't get back in. It's literally right there. We can get to it.

Right. We all bounced back. God damn it.

Okay, so we're locked out.

You know, if you two hadn't been so rash, I could have gotten to the bottom

of this myself.

But you butted in, and look what happened. Are you kidding me? Right now,

Rhonda? Yeah, I'm so sorry, Rhonda. But maybe if you weren't snooping around for

the last few weeks and lying to us about it, then we would have been able to help

you. Oh, really, Charlie?

You want to call me a liar?

Who was the one who decided to only grab his journal while leaving the fallout

shelter, huh? Sounds pretty selfish to me.

I didn't know that we weren't going to be able to get back in. And for the

record, I also grabbed this creepy little leather bag. So you're welcome

for making sure that we had something and not nothing. You guys, enough.

Right now, all the evidence we have is locked up. So we have to figure out how

to get back into the fallout shelter.

Wait, Maddie, you... You opened the door when you heard Janet while you were

still alive, right?

Yeah. Okay, so maybe it takes a living person to open this thing.

We need him.

Who?

Simon.

That may be... harder than it sounds.

You're not crazy.

You're not crazy.

Everything is fine.

Everything is fine.

So, exactly what level of crazy do you think he thinks he's at? Like, mini

meltdown or... No, full mental breakdown.

Oh, good.

Awesome.

Simon, don't freak out. I can explain.

That was maybe just a little too much for a first attempt.

Sign. I get it. This is nuts.

But please, the person that you saw is not me.

Her name is Janet Hamilton.

Sign it.

Not a word.

Where are you going?

Uh, I checked the pool at the athletic complex.

Nothing, so... But I checked the old meeting grounds.

Wait, shouldn't you be tailing Simon?

He's in Cal, and no one died there, so I can't talk to him even if he let me.

He's avoiding me.

You okay?

Yeah, uh, just before you came here, nothing ever really changed, you know?

Now it feels like everything has.

I guess things will just never really be the same, huh?

Probably not.

What am I supposed to do with my time now?

40 years of him saying jump and me asking how high. I trusted him, you

know?

He wasn't your coach, Wally.

Yeah, right.

But what about you, though? This is probably a lot to wrap your head around.

Uh, yeah.

I never thought I'd have to consider what it was like to have someone out

there running around in my body.

Wait, does that mean that you're not dead?

Like, not really dead?

Sure looks like I am. No, Maddie, I mean, does that mean, like, you could go

back to your life?

I don't know.

Well, would you?

Oh,

you better go follow him.

Keep me posted, and if you see you-know-who.

Yeah.

Where

are

you hiding, Mr. Martin?

Any idea when he'll wake up?

He's stable.

I'm so he's comfortable.

With these kinds of injuries, we just need to watch and wait.

But he's going to be okay.

We were able to remove the intubation, but we're keeping a close eye on his

breathing.

Would you like me to send the doctor in?

No. Okay.

Just hit this button if you need anything.

You okay?

Yeah. Just... My mom and stepdad just chewed my head off.

They're pissed.

They're asking more questions than the cops did.

Did you tell them anything? No, Nicole, I didn't tell them anything.

But their questions were valid.

Like what?

Like what was I doing at an abandoned property that they own in the middle of

the night?

But my stepdad seemed more worried about being held liable for an accident than

about... My safety, which is, you know, fucking typical.

Hey.

How's he doing?

Still just watching and waiting.

Sheriff, are you okay? You look exhausted.

No offense.

Yeah, I've just been working all night trying to track down a bastard who did

this to him.

There's still not much to go on, though.

Did you find anything?

Yeah, his truck.

I found it down on Lake Street, a couple blocks from the bus station.

Don't worry.

We're gonna get this guy.

He can't run from us forever.

I agree, there is a lot of anxiety, Ms. Price.

But that's hardly surprising, given the year the students have had so far.

I mean, two staff members gone and a student possibly killed?

Well, I'm sure it wouldn't have to come to that. No.

Oh, yes, you know, we could have another pep rally. I love the... Hello?

Yes? Are you there?

I need my schedule changed.

Simon, we're halfway through the semester.

Mr. Hartman, I need my schedule changed.

I can't be in that classroom anymore.

Every day all I can think about is Maddie. It's causing me stress.

It's affecting my work. I don't even... Just come to the desk. Come on.

Excuse me, ladies.

So, uh, all right. Which class do you need changed?

English.

And history.

And I'd prefer not to eat lunch in the cafeteria.

Smooth, Simon.

I'd like to ask your permission if I could eat in my car.

Simon, don't do this. You're being dumb.

Come on, Mr. Hartman. Help me out. Simon, the classes are fine, but I

cannot let you eat in your car.

Uh, how about the greenhouse?

Mr. Copeland has been asking for help to deter students who've been imbibing in

unapproved herbal substances in his free periods there, so you could help deter.

Okay. Sounds good.

Perfect. It's not helpful at all.

No. God, it's so annoying that no one died here.

I want you to know that I'm only doing this because you really helped me

out this year bringing us that information on Mr. Anderson.

Yes, exactly. That was because of me.

Right.

Happy to help.

Come on, Simon. How could this be fake if that was real? There's your freaking

proof. Oh, right.

What the hell,

Rhonda?

What are you, lawn ornaments?

Rhonda, what's going on? They had to have seen something. They were standing

right here when you disappeared. And I know they have mouths at work. They

never shut up with this stupid...

What's going on?

Is this about what Charlie said earlier? About you lying? Why do you have to

listen to everything Charlie says?

I have tried every key in this building and I can't unlock the fallout shelter.

Okay. We'll figure it out, but we're working on it. Working on it?

Yeah, I thought I was working on it and now we're in this mess.

I should have trusted my intuition.

This is my fault. This isn't your fault. We'll do it together. We'll figure this

out. Oh, really, Pollyanna?

We'll just figure it out?

Didn't seem like you were making a ton of progress with Simon.

Hey, I'm just trying to help you. Don't lash out at me. That is what I do. I

lash.

I should have learned my lesson before.

Never trust an authority figure.

They're all just wolves in sweater vests.

Look, I didn't know what else to do.

Okay, I'm not you.

What does that mean?

You've been here a few weeks and you let everyone in?

I can't do that.

I just can't.

The night of the homecoming dance, I saw you and Wally.

It was such a strange feeling.

I was happy for you both, but at the same time I felt so...

Lonely. Lonelier than I've felt in lots of very lonely years.

Mr. Martin was off on his own, working on something.

He had my acceptance letter to Berkeley.

The last time I saw it was right before I died.

Where did you get that?

Bona!

I apologize. I didn't hear you come in.

You're not at the dance.

That's mine. Why do you have it? How did you get that? Rhonda, I think you've

made tremendous progress.

And eventually you'll be ready to move on to more complex methods of research.

That's what this is.

No, not today, Rhonda. Just trust me.

This is a little too advanced.

But I was desperate to know why you had my letter.

I thought maybe all I needed to do was offer up a morsel, a little quid pro

quo. What kind of morsel?

Maddie can talk to him.

Her friend.

They've been talking for weeks.

He can see her.

Excuse me, Rhonda.

Why did you do that?

I was right, wasn't I?

He was up to something.

Later, I followed him to the fallout shelter. I found where he'd been keeping

my letter and all the other objects from our lives.

Sorry.

I just wanted answers.

So I stabbed you in the back, like a frickin' rat thing.

Yeah?

And what did that get you?

A whole lot of nothing.

Look.

No more lies. No more secrets.

We've just got to be able to trust each other.

Well, that's not my strong suit.

No shit.

Shouldn't we go back to the hospital or something?

Why are we stopping?

Why did you drag me out here to make a freaking phone call? You saw it. The bus

station is crawling with cops. And we need to know if Maddie got on that bus,

right?

Okay. Well, I'll just call the bus company.

And why couldn't you do that from yourself?

Because I don't need my number being traced back to this insanity.

Don't you think that's a little much? I mean, does that thing even work?

What, you hate the idea?

Fine. I don't need your help with this.

Hey, this is Simon Elroy.

You know what to do.

Simon, call me. We have to talk. Please.

Oh my god, they do a head count!

What?

When they let people on and off the bus there's a head count to make sure no one

gets left behind during like bathroom breaks and whatever. They said the last

bus out of Split River had one irregularity.

One person got off but didn't get back on at a stop out in Bingham County.

A town called, um... Rockton?

Never heard of it.

Doesn't matter. You and Simon can go tomorrow.

Wait, tomorrow?

Why not now?

Why don't we go?

Because I've already missed four classes and my parents will go apeshit. Besides,

we don't even know if it's her yet.

And if this doesn't work, we're calling the police.

Come on Simon, get in the game.

Oh no!

I'm out.

Who knew stalking someone could be so dull?

It's time for group.

I didn't know where else to go.

Mr. Martin.

has reduced me to a cliche gay best friend lackey with a low sense of self

-worth who he thinks he can control is that is that who i really am no charlie

don't listen to anything that guy says does it say something about me in there

though oh no i'm sure he saved all of his deeply cutting wally digs for your

own unsolicited biography i never get to read that one what about in here

self-obsessed much

What's this?

What are all these letters?

Is this some sort of messed up board game?

No.

What?

Uh, meet me in the library, okay?

Take this.

It's a map.

It's a death map.

Mr. Martin mapped out all the places we died.

Well, that's not creepy at all.

All right, Maddie, where here would Simon go where he wouldn't know you

could talk to him because you could corner him and you'd get him to listen?

Well, we've talked in almost all these places. Who's why?

Wait, somebody died in the greenhouse?

Holy shit.

Oh, my God.

Simon is spending his lunch hour in the greenhouse.

Okay, listen to me. Maddie, whatever you do, you gotta make this count, all

right? This could be our last chance.

Anderson's phone code.

The banned uniforms.

The stolen money.

Simon, you couldn't have known all that without me.

The girl you saw out in the world isn't me. I know it sounds absolutely insane,

but that's a ghost who died in a fire here in 1958. That's not working. Try a

different approach.

My dad's funeral.

I know we never talked about it since.

But after you went up and saw him...

You told me that you would stay outside in case I needed you.

You sat under that creepy birch tree.

And you wore that dumb yellow Tommy Bahama tie your mom got you with the

blue fish on it.

The one that made you look like you had a timeshare in Florida.

You stayed later than everyone.

Later than my extended relatives from Minnesota.

Later than the chaplain.

And I watched you from the window. I couldn't come out and see you because I

was scared that I'd cry and I thought I would never stop.

And when my mom told you you should go home.

You cried, too.

That doesn't prove anything.

It's not privileged information.

I haven't forgotten any of that.

Her name's Janet Hamilton.

Fucking Google it.

She's the reason I'm here.

I need you.

There you are. What?

Okay, I think that's a lot of attitude for someone who hasn't responded to a

single text in over 24 hours.

You seriously have nothing to say about the picture I sent you?

We saw Maddie.

What do you need, Nicole?

Claire's ready to go to the cops and tell them what Maddie did last night, so

we have to convince her to chill until we figure out what's going on.

That wasn't me, Simon. You know I wouldn't do that.

Turn her in.

Quit dilly-dallying or your father will have supper eaten before we've even

taken it off the stove.

Don't you dare!

Now get out of this kitchen before I chase you out.

Careful, Mother. That's not the way to teach Janet how to properly treat

guests. You're hardly a guest.

You eat here every Saturday.

Now shoo!

You have a sermon to write.

Fine.

Grandma Ruth?

You're the only person on earth who speaks to him like that.

Somebody has to.

Well, we have a moment of privacy.

Come here.

What's this?

I couldn't help myself.

I saw it in the wholesale catalogue and I thought, all it needs is a little

embroidery work.

I know your parents aren't always supportive of your interests, but I will

always be.

A lab coat.

I don't think father would like this.

Well, we'll just tell him it's an apron.

Now, hurry.

Get the silverware out. We'll set the table. We can't leave your mother and

brother waiting too long.

This is the one Who will cover

me And lay me down

On my feet

This is the

one Who will bring me love

This is the one who will keep me from my

sleep.

This is the one who's

catching the dark.

Thank you.

You might want to wait until you grade it to thank me.

Okay.

I've been wanting to actually thank you for homecoming, for that letter that you

found.

Yeah, I totally forgot about that.

Well, I never will.

I lost someone when I was in school, too.

That letter was from him.

Reading it was pretty surreal.

It's like my friend was right there with me.

Maybe what they say is true.

Maybe the dead never really leave us.

I'll see you tomorrow, Simon.

this is the one who will keep me from

Janet Hamilton.

Fire.

I really thought I'd be able to get through to him.

If I didn't have a low sense of self-worth before, I definitely do now.

It's like my homecoming game all over again.

Called the wrong play where the hell is mr.

Martin Where

the hell is my body

It was blue.

The tie.

The fish were yellow.

You messed that part up.

Sorry. I think about that day so much.

And if you were just in my head, you would have gotten it right.

You just tell me how I can help.

I'll sit on the far wall.

You coming?

Yeah, I just need a second.

I was scared you'd never talk to me again.

Codependent much?

It was like a day.

Hey, guys.

What are these?

Holy shit.

How long do you think she was down here?

All the beauties don't swallow you up.

And when they split the atom, it's hotter than the sun.

So wake up, young lovers.

The whole thing is over.

Watch out, touch monkeys.

All the blood's gonna swallow you whole, say bye.

Welcome to the waiting room.

Have a seat.

He's staying?

Bye. Bye.