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Previously on School Spirits.

Wake up!

You should tell the cops it was Maddie. Claire's ready to go to the cops. Turn

around.

It's a death map.

Her name's Janet Hamilton.

She's the reason I'm here.

I need you.

Where the hell is my body?

You just told me how I can help.

How long was Janet down here?

You staying?

Where did you get this?

Janet, I asked you a question.

Where did you get this? For heaven's sakes, Joe, she just woke up. The poor

gal's been studying so hard, she slept right through... Mother, please.

Is it a gift from that chemistry teacher?

Janet. Did he go to this college?

It's the University of Chicago. I didn't hear you.

Mr. Martin went to the University of Chicago. The catalog is from... Is he

encouraging you to go to this here school?

It has a superior.

program in chemical engineering. Perhaps your brother can take advantage of it

when the time comes.

Why?

Dale's not even interested.

There's only one person who needs to attend college in this family, Janet.

It would be better for you to apply that overactive brain to something useful.

Like finding a husband, someone to take care of you.

And you could show your gratitude by giving him a house full of healthy

children. Maybe I can take care of myself and I don't want a house full

of...

We speak with grace and respect in this God-fearing household, young lady.

Now, you can take care of that so no one around here gets hurt.

don't forget me when i'm gone

don't

forget me when i'm

Don't forget me when I'm gone. Don't forget me when I'm gone.

Don't forget me when I'm gone.

Rhonda?

What are you doing?

I think this is me.

What?

Look at the jawline.

Crooked baby finger.

Mr. Martin wrote in this notebook that I haunt this corner of the second floor.

Yeah, but he didn't mean literally.

Oh, no, I guess he did.

Weren't your bones buried?

How do I know? I wasn't there. My mother could have donated my body. What the

hell? Rhonda, Jesus, this is not about you. We're helping Maddie, all right?

What, like she's the only one of us that's separated from her body?

At least yours is out there.

sunbathing or getting a foot massage that's supposed to make me feel better

the rest of us lab rats have nothing but the cryptic scribblings of a devious

chemistry teacher yeah who you were swapping intel with behind our backs is

there anything else you forgot to tell us okay guys can we please stop fighting

and put this energy into focusing on where janet may be yeah or at least mr

martin he's not in this building how do you know that because i've been around

longer than a blue m m moose call it intuition but i feel it in my bones okay

you're not funny also i think i have an idea So team, huddle up.

Okay, so here it is.

This is our school.

Mr. Martin, what we're gonna do is we're gonna fan out and we're gonna run a

naked bootleg. We're all gonna come inside.

Charlie, you're gonna reach around the back and you are gonna slip in through

the backside.

I'm gonna run a fake hand. Um, are you understanding any of this? No idea, but

you're blushing.

I'm making this confusing.

I'm making it confusing. Basically, this is our line of scrimmage, all right? But

it's imagined upside down. Okay, Wally? Yeah? We may need to go buy another

playbook, because we've been scouring the fallout shelter for the last three

days, and there's still no sign of Mr. Martin or Janet. I know, but I just

thought if we looked at the individual notes that he kept on each of us... We

have, and somehow you still think being referred to as a devoted sheepdog is a

good thing. Well, if Mr. Martin is... Gone.

Mr. Martin is gone.

He's gone.

Okay, he probably jumped beyond the fence or something. I mean, if Janet

could just climb into Maddie's body, who knows what her Dr.

Frankenstein could do.

Who's Dr.

Frankenstein? Oh, dear God.

Almost done here.

Do you want us to leave?

No, you're fine.

How are you feeling?

You ready to go home?

Your father should be here soon.

You've made a remarkable recovery.

She's right.

Over the weekend, we were praying.

I even stuck a prayer card on your lamp.

Well, St. Raphael must have helped, because you were one lucky young man.

Hey, man.

Hey, I heard the good news.

Official discharge, 10 a.m.

Why didn't you want to ride with me?

I had some stuff to take care of.

Like what? Going to the cops?

And what if he did?

We're all going to have to eventually.

Of course you would think that's a good idea. Why don't you two just skip in

there together?

Who cares if it screws up Maddie's future?

What's this got to do with Maddie? They want the cops to know that she stole

your truck so she'll never come back.

What?

Maddie took my truck?

Back to enemy?

So the person in the hood, the person...

That I was chasing. You're saying that that was... Yes.

And also no.

What?

What does no mean?

Okay.

I know that person.

They have looked like Maddie.

It doesn't mean it was Maddie. But we have a video.

You do?

Yeah, we all saw her face, Simon.

Okay, Maddie, or at least her spirit, it's trapped in our school.

I mean, she can't leave, but her body, or at least the girl in it, she croaked

like 60-some years ago.

Her name's Janet, and she basically stole Maddie's shell, and we

have to help her get it back so Maddie's bones and her spirit can reunite.

Do we have to pray for you two? Look, I could probably explain this a lot

better. Yeah, if you passed out mushrooms.

I know, I know, I know. I sound insane.

No, you zoomed past insane when you said the dead girl stole her bone. So she's

trapped in the school.

According to Maddie, there are others with her. She's not alone.

But every time she tries to leave the campus, there's like this force that

hurls them back.

So you're saying that Maddie's a ghost and you've spoken to her? Okay, I'm not

up for it.

8 a.m., zombie talk, I have cheer practice, and a Spanish quiz.

Claire, the person who hit Xavier is a stranger.

Maddie would never intentionally back over Xavier. Am I right, Nicole?

Right now, I might back over somebody.

You seriously have to talk to someone.

Maybe not trapped in a school. You're DeLulu.

Hey, text me if you want me to bring anything by your house.

Simon, you need a touch of grass.

Who are the others?

Trapped in the school.

A teacher?

Locked her up?

For how long?

We stopped counting the scratches after 150.

Wait, she was down there for months?

We're sort of in the middle of a family crisis right now.

Yeah, maybe you just want to go back to marching band practice, okay?

She said it was time to wake up.

Yeah, well I thought you'd toss the horn and change into a fabric that at least

breathed. Are those even...

They look like ironed astroturf.

They're highly resistant to the elements.

If that's a map, I could really use one. I kind of forgot where the bathrooms

are.

That's a map of all the places in the school where people died.

Did anyone die in a bathroom?

Oh, my God. Rhonda, can you please take her back? Why me?

Because. You'll wake it. You'll buy it.

Do you know where Mr. Martin may be hiding?

Dead chemistry teacher, about this tall, dark hair, smells like stale coffee.

Never mind.

Okay, we need to figure out why Mr. Martin drew a Y over the greenhouse.

Yuri.

Wait.

Y could be for Yuri. That must be where Yuri died.

Is that the dead kid looping at the pottery wheel?

We need to talk to him. We can't. He only speaks Russian.

And he's completely out of it.

Doing okay?

Yeah.

Listen, if you're worried about the animal that plowed into you... I'm not.

Well, good, because we're getting closer to finding out who it was.

We tracked down a witness.

Says they saw something. What did they see?

Saw someone in a hooded jacket around your truck.

You got any memory at all?

Nothing.

I barely remember that night.

Here you are, Sean.

All right.

I'll be right back.

You looking for me?

No.

No.

There were other people sitting in here the other night.

Tall guy in a fishing vest.

Lady with a Marge Simpson haircut smoking a cigarette.

No one's been allowed to smoke in this building since 2009.

Do you speak any Russian?

I speak dictionary.

What did you just ask him?

It was supposed to be, may I interrupt, but I might have just asked him if he

should use his legs.

Do you speak any English at all?

Yuri, did Mr. Martin or Janet ever come through here?

All right, I think we're wasting our time. This dude spent, like, 50 years

inhaling shellac.

Seems like he's been inhaling more than that.

Have you been to the greenhouse?

Greenhouse?

Greenhouse? Oh, jeez, if we're playing charades, I call Charlie.

Oh, yeah.

We have to talk to everyone, okay?

Mr. Martin could have been experimenting on every dead kid in this building. I

don't think that he was doing all that. Someone else is running around in my

body right now, and I have no idea where I am.

Where she is.

I mean, where we are.

Even if we did get her back here, we have no idea how to undo a body swap. Do

we? We know nothing.

So please, Rhonda, do not tell me we're wasting time.

That was him. He said that.

Hey, look.

We're not stopping until we get answers.

Okay?

Right?

I promise. Why don't we go to the greenhouse and we can come up with a

better plan while we're not inhaling glaze?

Huh?

Okay?

This class could seriously clean up on Etsy. Like, I mean, if this had a brim,

I'd wear it.

Janet made that one.

Mandy, can we take a water break?

Thanks.

It's her problem.

You should be staring her down.

Does she know how pissed her parents are just for, like, hanging out with them?

I don't know what last name she could have used to check in. It could have

been Nears or Hamilton, but she'd definitely be paying in cash.

Yeah.

Okay.

Yeah, thanks for your time.

Uh, I'm calling the midway.

Ew. That nasty motel near the fairgrounds? No way would Maddie ever

sleep there. I'd be a step up from squatting in one of those dumps her

family used to live in. Whose family?

Okay.

I'm doing a deep dive past a couple days. Turns out Janet Hamilton's

family... Simon, stop.

You gotta stop with this body-snatching Janet talk.

I'm serious, dude.

I'm saying this with love.

We've got to be a team.

We can't trust Claire. She's going to go to the cops.

But you've got to get it together and speak to a professional.

All right, I'm headed to Bingham County at lunch.

If you still care, I want to join. Of course I still care.

I'll drive.

What the fuck? You speak English?

Wait, and you knew Janet, and you get to smoke in this school?

What should I answer first?

All of the above.

Uh, yeah, I knew Janet.

She'd come in here every once in a while. I spent a decade or three trying

to teach her how to make a pitcher.

Okay, did she ever say anything about planning to steal someone else's body or

where she'd go when she was in it?

If you're not from Moscow, where did Yuri come from?

My dad is from Russia. My mom is from Virginia.

Okay, I'm sorry. Why did you let Mr. Martin and everyone else think that you

didn't speak a word of English?

Well, he got me out of his bogus traffic school for acceptance.

Yeah, but you spent decades alone hypnotized by a pottery wheel.

We all gotta push against the darkness any way we can.

Yeah, Mr. Martin used to say... Mr. Martin was full of shit.

I don't need to spend my time questioning why I'm here.

I've got immortal youth.

You know, no shelf life.

No chapped lips, no regrets, man.

What about you?

Um, do you have regrets?

No.

I mean, um...

You know, if I could redo 10th grade, I'd probably reconsider my one-man show

about married Todd Lincoln.

Yeah, I'd still do it, obviously, you know, just without the, um, costume or

the wig.

That's brave.

What about this box?

Um, Jenna make this box, too?

Uh-huh.

Okay, wow, so she also took woodshop.

She was busy.

What's this?

What's what?

That was fast.

I didn't expect you to be back already.

Well, I'm not.

Yeah, my dad is downloading Hartman.

Basically, once I get back to school, I have my doctor's permission to start

falling asleep in every class.

Finally.

Nice.

How are you doing?

Me? I'm fine.

I mean, you're the one that almost died.

Yeah, I did.

For a few minutes.

What?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Hey, it's good to see you out of that place.

Hey, Claire.

If she's out there... Maddie...

I mean, you know that...

We can be together. Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

I mean, of course.

Of course, I mean, finding out about us is what made her flip out and back a

truck. I deserved it.

Maybe more.

I should go.

I've already missed the first period.

I'll see you.

We'll see him.

So you're telling me this was just sitting in there? Yeah.

So he knew Janet? Yes, it was under her pot in a box. I mean, this has to be the

notebook we couldn't find, right? The one Mr. Martin was keeping on Janet?

These first ten pages are like chemical equations.

I mean, maybe they explain why these notebooks are still here, and Janet's

pot, and how Mr. Martin locked that door on us and it didn't reset.

I might as well read this upside down.

Does any of this make sense to you?

Maddie, all the chemistry I know I learned from the professor on Gilligan's

Island.

Where's Rhonda?

She's trying to lose the horn player.

Does that horn player have a name?

Yeah, horn player.

It's Quinn.

Maddie?

Do we know anything more? No. No, not yet, but I'm on it.

Any idea why Janet got off the bus in Rockton?

We only know what she was running from.

Haven't figured out what she was running to.

Maybe we gotta ask what she might be looking for out here.

We're working on it.

How do you even... Even if we find

this person...

Do we know if we can get your body back?

You said you heard her cries for help.

But you?

You were technically still alive that day, walking through a boiler room,

hearing a dead girl.

How?

I don't know.

I can only guess that I was in a dark place.

I was in pain.

And she was too.

Maybe it's the same reason you could see and hear me.

Xavier.

Who's on the phone?

Uh, just some friends.

Happy to know I made it out of the hospital.

You can add the principal to that list.

He's going to speak with your teacher. She can work for the rest of the week

from home.

Oh, really?

I mean, I think I'd get a lot more done if I just hung out here.

Did my makeup stuff in the library.

Well, I think you'd probably be better off at home.

You can lie down.

Well, a library has a couch.

Seriously, I'm gonna get nothing done in my bedroom.

It's your call, son.

Hey!

So where are we going now?

Someone hit the midway. Maybe that motel will mock you.

It's like 60 miles away. Let's go to the county.

She bought a county map.

Yeah, but I think we should maybe... Nicole, you were there. You heard what

the clerk said.

Someone who looked just like Maddie bought a map.

A map.

Something they haven't sold in ten years.

What's your point?

A map is something a teenager from 1958 would buy because they don't own a

freaking phone.

They still think GPS stands for General Postal Service. Simon, we are not going

back to that 1958 place again. Do you hear me?

How come you can only wrap your mind around a ghost if it's holy?

We're both raised Catholic, Nicole.

We both believe in purgatory.

People gotta wait before they find out where they're headed, so why can't you

believe Maddie's still waiting at Split River High?

I'm not talking about this.

Why? Because Maddie's not dead.

Okay, that doesn't mean she's living in her body.

Hey, hey!

Nicole!

Oh, come on.

allowed to ask any more questions okay just one what's brazilian bum

bum cream and is that the same thing as butt butter that's true nerd yo

they

got records going back to the day this place opened is it just me or does this

look like something carved into a pyramid

Please don't hover. I hate people who hover.

I'm not hovering.

I'm six inches away. That's regulation distance from our tuba.

Whoa. Guys, check this out. Okay, Janet checked out Fahrenheit 451 like four

times. Does that mean anything?

Bet she liked it.

Make that five times.

Once for the science club.

You gonna be okay, Cherry Pop?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Feels like he's staring at me.

You know what?

I want to figure out who these science kids are, because for all we know, Janet

could be racing around town with one of her egghead friends right now. Those

eggs are now 83.

Only thing racing are their peacemakers.

This is shorthand.

What? That code, the loopy slashes and hooks?

My grandma was a secretary. She taught it to me.

What are you saying? You can read that?

Well, I'm not fluid, but kind of, yeah.

Translate, please.

I don't think these sections were written by the same person.

Of course they were. See all his weird chicken scratch?

His A's always looked like O's, remember?

Two by distance, please.

I wonder if the pages starting from back here were written by Janet.

Why?

Because this part's referring to Mr. Martin in the third person.

Okay, so you think she stole the notebook written about her so she could

write about him?

We don't know if she stole it.

Why was she hiding it then?

She's using the word hour a lot.

It seems like whatever experiment he was conducting, they might have been a team.

Like, um, lab partners.

There's no way. He kept her down there for months.

She was his prisoner.

Maybe when you found her, but not when she wrote this.

Jill, what was going on between those two?

Looks like they both planned on getting out of here.

Together.

Incredible. And how long has your grandmother lived here?

Forever. She was born in the corner room upstairs.

No.

Well, it must be nice to have a real sense of home.

This home, yes.

I can breathe here.

But then we had to go back to our house, and it's suffocating.

It smells like wet dog and cabbage.

But grandma's house smells like baking and cinnamon.

And sweet almond extract.

Be careful.

Cyanide smells like that, too.

Not to everyone.

37% of the population can't even smell cyanide.

True.

That is not the kind of information one learns from a slowpoke rapper, Miss

Hamilton. You must read a lot.

Too much, I'm told.

People don't like girls who know all the answers.

Wait till you get to college.

You'll be in your element.

Do you really think so?

No, I know so.

Once you're out of Split River, you'll defy all these small-town expectations.

You'll be finding new cures for disease, discovering new planets.

I can't believe you just said that.

Disease?

Planets. I was just thinking this morning, what if there are more rogue

planets up there than stars?

Gosh, not too many, I hope.

We'll run out of names.

You don't have to use pig Latin.

F2-nay.

Oop-a-der-jay.

Adder-n-say.

Reverend Hamilton, I presume.

I don't think we've had the pleasure of Everett Martin and his chemistry. I know

who you are.

Go inside. Help your mother with supper.

Daddy, please.

So. Bus breakdown?

Why are you driving her home?

No, Janet actually stayed late to help me test out some lab equipment. She

could have telephoned home if she needed a ride.

Honestly, it wasn't out of my way.

You know, folks make it the wrong idea.

Grown man driving around town with a student.

Reverend Hamilton, I assure you, my intentions are honorable.

In fact, I'm...

meeting my fiancée for supper at the Howard Johnson's in Bingham. The idea is

your planting in my daughter's head are far from honorable.

Sura, if you're under the impression... We're not sending Janet to college.

That would be such a mistake.

And with her keen mind, she could pursue a career in the sciences. I'm well aware

of her keen mind. Yours, however, unsettles me, Mr. Martin.

I think it's best that you concentrate on your lessons, or you could be looking

for a teaching position in another district.

Well, I'm glad we at least agree on Janet's intelligence.

I wish you a good night, sir.

Does she really call Mr. Martin her champion?

Yeah. Where does she say that?

There.

How is this the same person I heard screaming to get away from him?

Something must have soured between them. I don't know. For sure.

But who knows what? She wasn't the most reliable narrator.

What does that mean?

She clearly kept secrets.

I mean, there's pages torn out of this thing.

But when did she figure out she could leave here in someone else's body?

Okay, Quinn, maybe you should keep reading. No, no, no. Don't keep reading.

This is taking way too long. Let's just go talk to the looping exchange student.

Not an exchange student. I know, I know.

He's a liar, and he's a spy from Virginia.

Okay.

Oh, no.

Yuri, what else did Janet trust to win, huh?

You better start talking right now or I'll put your whole body on that wheel

and I'll spin you like a bottle. Now tell me, what was she after? Crossing

over or body snatching? Wally, can we not start with threats? Sorry, I

actually tried chatting it up with this spinal tap wannabe, but he pretended

like he didn't understand me for 40 years!

You think Janet talked to me about crossing over?

She wouldn't. Why not? Because she knows I don't believe in any of it.

Where do you think you're going that's better than this? It's probably much

worse. Save your lame opinions, dude.

We're here for answers.

Aren't we all?

But the mysteries of death compound themselves, dude.

You always have another question. Stop, stop, stop with the riddles, Nowhere

Man. Listen to me.

Maddie's not dead.

Okay? She's not like us.

She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And she was mugged by your friend who was up here hatching a getaway plan with

her teacher.

I don't know anything about that.

Well, I think you do, because...

You sit there all dazed and confused, spouting wisdom like Yoda. Well, guess

what?

You're no more evolved than the rest of us you are.

I bet you got drawers full of stolen ketchup packets.

You caught me. All right, what else belonged there? What else was Janet

hiding?

That was Janet's.

Wally?

Come.

Come with me.

Why are you going all aggro on this game?

You may be telling us the truth.

I don't know what the truth is anymore.

Everything I've ever known is gone.

I lost two coaches, two teams. I spent years sitting in that folding chair, and

I never once questioned our damn leader.

That's not a sheep talk, Maddie. That's a sheep.

What happened with Mr. Martin is not your fault. But if you end up pushing

away someone who can help us, that will be. How am I supposed to fix this for

you if I can't even leave the school?

What can I do? I can't compete with Simon.

He's alive.

Why do you think you have to fix this for me or compete?

Simon is not your rival, Wally.

We're all on the same team.

I just want to do something real.

I want to give you answers. I don't want to sit around like a block of cheese.

I want whatever's going on between us to get better.

Deeper.

I just keep feeling like I'm getting benched.

Wally, if you think you have to put on a cape for me, you're way off.

I mean, if anything, that makes me cringe. This is not 1983.

I've never asked anyone to solve my problems.

And I'm not starting now.

I just want to be more than a mushy shoulder to cry on, okay? That makes me

feel like a total wasteoid.

I have no idea what that means, but if you think being loyal...

And kind and unjaded is something to be ashamed of, you're wrong.

If anything, it's kind of hot.

You don't always have to score the winning point, Wally.

At least, not for me.

Hey, did we just have our first fight?

Maybe.

Hey.

Hey.

My pants are called bibbers.

What?

I don't get it.

If Janet made this, why isn't it resetting? He doesn't know.

Dang.

Oh, I feel like crap.

What if we do get Janet back here and she sees that I broke this in 50 pieces?

Oh my God, she's gonna kill me.

Too late.

It's true.

Seriously, don't sweat it.

Happens every day around here. People trash everything.

Sometimes their best work.

That's a shame.

Oh, not really.

Got to let things go.

As soon as you give things up, better stuff can come to you.

Somebody wrote something very similar to that in my yearbook, except for he

wasn't as eloquent. He basically just wrote a limerick that rhymed every word

with Venus.

Janet rhymed geranium with titanium.

What are you talking about?

I found it in this old yearbook.

It was donated by this science club kid, and Janet wrote this really cornball

poem inviting him to watch her string him and Bingham.

String what?

I don't know. Popcorn? Wait, what was in Bingham?

Uh, Family Farm, I think.

Why?

Wally, where is that yearbook?

It's in the library.

Am I in trouble?

You may have uncovered our best lead yet.

Janet got off the bus in Bingham County.

Wally, you're a genius.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, um, we're still in the room, so... Come on, let's find that poem.

We should talk Mandy into letting us wear the sparkly socks.

And something sparkly on our lips. And our hair, too.

Okay, slow down, Kristen. We don't want to look like disco balls.

You into it?

The sparkles?

What?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Well, we can come up with a plan on Friday.

You're still hosting, right?

Um, that is TBD.

Things are a little tense in my house right now.

Oh, is your mom getting another divorce?

No. She's just raging that Claire went to homecoming with a sketchy dude who

got mowed down by his dealer in Druggyville.

Chloe, you're an ass.

There are nine Hamiltons.

Are you looking at census or property listings right now?

I'm still in obituaries.

Guys, can we hit the pause button?

I mean, this farmhouse thing feels rando. It's not rando, though. That may

have been where Janet felt safe.

She could have gone back, hoping some living relative would take her. I got an

address here on Route 17, listed under Millard Hamilton.

Guys, Hamilton's something I can't afford tickets to. Not Maddie's

hideaway. Still holding out, huh? Big time.

What's big time?

That address, that's big news. We could probably head over there after school.

I'm not going back there again.

All we came away with is someone saying Maddie bought a stupid map. We don't

even know if it was Maddie. You're right. It was Janet.

Why are you nodding? You had a concussion, dude, not a lobotomy.

Why would Maddie hide away in some stranger's farmhouse? Because it's not

Maddie. Because it's not me.

Sorry.

Okay, all right, guys.

One more hour to get through. After bio, I'm hitting Route 17.

All right, grab my truck, pick you up.

No, you're still taking sponge baths, bro. I'll drive your truck.

Nicole, can you, uh...

Return this ear before me, please. Thank you.

We're not sending Janet to come What happens show your gratitude like it was

Janet to go back in yes, yes, you know that

Back

to vacuum.

Oh No, I didn't bring You know what? I would happily bring one if it would suck

the truth out of you

Because it's a vacuum.

What do you think I'm holding back?

I mean, you make the same pot every day, and it resets, right? But, Jan, it

didn't turn back into a lump of clay. It stayed permanent, and then it broke, and

then it stayed broken.

How? Why?

I can't answer that, man.

But, um...

It's not broken anymore.

Wow. You did this all by yourself. Wow. I mean, it's really such a good job.

Yeah, I squint. I can barely notice all the cracks and bumps and slivers. Ah,

you're supposed to notice them.

It's wabi-sabi.

It's an understanding that nothing's ever finished and nothing's perfect.

When something breaks, you glue it back together and embrace its imperfections.

Yeah, the cracks in the scars only make it stronger.

More interesting.

Beautiful.

You feel the same way about people?

You want to make something?

Oh, uh, no. You start simple, like a paperweight. I could teach you even

it's... Another time.

Maybe.

Yeah, any time.

Definitely.

i can feel your heartbeat

When the noise has gone.

Nicole!

How can I be myself when I know you're gone?

Nicole, someone is at the door!

Hey, um, I was going to text, but...

I thought that it'd be harder for you to say no if I was standing here.

Say no to what?

I need a place to crash.

I had a major blowout with my parents.

I didn't know where else to go.

You didn't try Chloe or one of your... Look, I know it seems like all I wanted

was to hurt Maddie, but...

That's not true.

God, if Xavier owes her an apology, then... then I for sure owe her an even

bigger one.

Matty!

Mr. Rapp?

Hey! Mr. Rapp!

Hey! Wait!

Will they ever know what I've taken from them?

Will they ever forgive me?

Is that forgive or forget?

That's forgive. Keep going.

What did Janet take from us?

Damn. What? What does it say? Quint, help her. Translate.

It wasn't Mr. Martin.

Janet was the one who took your death objects. She's the one who hid them from

you in the fallout shelter.

Why? Did he tell her to?

I think Janet probably stopped taking orders a long time ago.

Why do you say that?

I don't think all ghosts are created equal.

I mean, that pot she made, it was probably just the beginning. She

probably figured out a whole lot more.

Which would have threatened Mr. Martin.

So he used what he learned from her to make her a prisoner.

And that's how he locked us in the Fallout shelter.

Okay,

listen up.

I just saw Mr. Martin.

There was this big red light behind him, and then he's just gone. He disappeared.

You saw Mr. Martin in this school? Yeah, and the way he looked, the way he ran...

He's terrified because Janet got away Maybe he

locked her up to protect all of you

The creature talks that man demands his silence

And daddy said shoot first and run

and don't look back So take me

down to the river

Take a left up here.

What the hell?

Is this it?

It has to be.

They split up.

Oh, okay.

Can I help you? Yeah, oh, we were just trying to get around. You can't go any

further. You got business here?

No, no, we saw the smoke. Yeah, the fire truck's on its way.

Is anybody in the place?

Could be.

A neighbor walked around the property earlier today, thought I saw a vagrant.

You know anything about that?