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Are you sure you're OK, hon?

Yeah, Mom. Everything's fine.

It's just a lot of stuff
to deal with, but...

Sorry I missed the memorial.

I know how much Aunt Mildred
meant to you,

but, Tina, it's time to move on
with your life.

Mom, it's quiet here without her.

I'm sorry.
I'm just worried about you...

We-we-we don't have to keep having
the same fight about Aunt Mildred, Mom.

- There's room at home.
-I'm fine.

You know who I just heard from?
Your sister called and she said...

Uh, um, I'm sorry, wha--what did you say?

The... the... the power
just cut out, that-that's all.

Of course it did.

I don't see how you can stand
living in that old house.

I like this old house, Mom.

It's-- it's not your problem
because Aunt Mildred left it to me.

I'm sorry, Sweetie.

-Look, I'll-- I'll call you tomorrow, OK?
-Good night.

-

-Who's there?
-

Oh, my god...

Aunt Mildred?

Is that you?

-

Tina...

Call 911!

It's her.
-Try not to move.

It was her.

She came back.

What?

-That's a problem.
-What are we gonna do now?

Yes.

OK. Yes! Yes! Yes!

Halloween.

-Breanna!
-

What is this doing by the front door?

Being cursed
to walk the earth for all eternity.

You said I could put
decorations up outside?

Yeah, I was imagining an autumnal
harvest wreath and a pumpkin.

This place looks like a--
a demonic kindergarten.

Plus, you used
all the good toilet paper!

OK, don't use
the Charmin on decorations. Noted.

When you draw this much attention
to a secret lair,

it just becomes a...

not-so-secret lair.

Look, it all has to come down.

But the Halloween Parade
is tonight!

Christina Killian Santoro
is the parade marshal this year!

Name a cooler politician.

I mean, she goes
after corporate polluters,

Wall Street, the Mob.

I personally can't wait
until she turns 35 and runs for president.

The point is...

I read she loves Halloween
as much as I do,

and I'm dying to impress her. Please.

I hear you.

Take it all down.

You can decorate the attic.

Ohh.

You're harshing my Halloween vibe.

Guys. We have a visitor.

I was getting ready for bed,
on the phone with my mom.

Ever since my aunt died,

she's been trying to get me
to leave New Orleans.

And then the power cut out.

It's an old house, so...

But...

Then I heard...

It's fine. Take your time.

Um...

My aunt walked with a cane.

And I heard footsteps in the hall.

Her footsteps.

-Tap-tap... Tap.
-

And I had been so lonely
without her there,

At first I was glad,

but then she-- she told me...

"you did this."

Wrote it in blood, on the mirror.

And then screamed. So loud.

-So what did you do?
-I ran.

Knocked a candle over on my way out.

-I know I sound crazy.
-No...

-Don't be silly, it's just...
-A bit, yeah.

You wouldn't be the only ones.
The insurance company sure thinks I am.

What do you mean?

When I told them what happened,

they accused me
of setting the fire myself.

For the payout.

I guess, Aunt Mildred
didn't want me in that house after all.

Oh, Tina, you must be exhausted.

Breanna, can you...?

Oh, yeah, sure. Uh, we have
a spare bedroom on the third floor.

I could help you up the stairs.

Thank you.

You're right.

The whole timbre of her voice,
her posture, it's not grief.

-It's fear.
-But, letting her stay here?

We can't have guests.

We can't have innocent civilians

privy to any crimes
we might be committing.

But we're not committing any crimes

since Harry and Eliot are in Brunei
helping Hardison with that extradition.

Wait a minute. Sophie...

are you committing crimes?

No. I'm not committing any crimes.

Who said I was committing crimes?

-You just did.
-Did I? I did not!

- Oh!

All right. Agreed.

We're not committing any crimes.

Parker...

why does this case mean so much to you.

Other than I saw her get hit by a car?

I hang off of buildings
by my pinkie fingers,

and the only thing
I've ever been afraid of

is the one thing I couldn't understand.

We have to help her.

So what exactly are we looking for?

Anything that makes the fire look
like an accident.

Or a ghost.

What? I thought you liked Halloween.

I mean, Halloween's fun,
'cause costumes and candy and stuff.

But ghosts and the spirit realm?

I don't know, the "other side"
doesn't really exist.

I learned that when my parents died.

Hey, guest book
from Aunt Mildred's funeral service.

Hmm, not a lot of people
showed up at the house.

Hey! No one's allowed in here.

Uh, arson unit.
No worries, we got the case covered.

City arson investigators
were already here.

They said nothing was to be disturbed!

I gotta report as a 146...

Excuse my trainee. She's still
trying to get the hang of things.

She's gonna put that back
where she found it.

Exactly.

Exactly.

Uh, now I'm gonna have to document
this protocol breech as a 12-07.

Ugh, the paperwork.

Thanks for catching it, Stuart.

We're just gonna be a couple more minutes.

No problem.

I'll be here all night every night.

Gotta make sure no one
hurts themselves at the parade.

You Jedi Mind Tricked him.

Rule-followers are susceptible.
Just like Harry.

Look at this. I think I found something
that will prove this was a setup.

Woah... Maybe Tina
really was haunted.

This is your ghost. A mini speaker.

Someone hides a bunch of those
around your house,

sets a timer for the sounds,

boom! You have
footsteps coming down the hall.

But it was her footsteps. Exactly.

I heard her cane.

This is a mini projector. You probably
can't tell 'cause it's kind of burnt,

but it's probably why you saw
the blood on the mirror.

And the other one is a fogger.

So, a little fog, some dark, boom!
Disoriented.

You think someone did this on purpose?

Do you-- Do you think I'm stupid?

No. Um, has anyone been
in the house recently? Someone different?

Barely anyone came to the funeral.

It was just me and Aunt Mildred.

No one else really cared about her.

She came back, because...

she told me to get out because...

No one did this.

It's impossible.

No, no, no, no, no.

What?
-It's a thing.

What thing?

Flashback, backslash, slash--
flash-back, backlash effect!

You know, when you show someone
actual proof

that what they believe is wrong
and they don't just agree.

Instead they believe more,
harder into that fake thing.

It's a weird human brain thing.

Ugh, I hate the human brains.

You say "human brains"
like you have an outside perspective.

Yeah, well Sophie
uses this one in a long con.

So, someone says she's a fake,

it makes the mark believe
in Sophie even more.

OK, so you're saying she'd rather
believe she was haunted

than see the truth
staring at her in her face?

Mm-hmm. You do this as long as I have,

you start to understand
people's feelings-squishy-things...

-Emotions?
-Yes.

So, we can't just tell Tina.

We have to show her enough clues

to where she figures it out for herself.

Now, Tina said the only time strangers
came by were for the funeral.

So we are gonna find the people

who haunted her out of her house.

Her ghosts are in here.

I don't mean literally in here, like,
you know,

haunted baby doll, or a jack in a box.

No I caught your meaning.

I didn't eat all your Halloween candy.

Then why does your face smell
like peanut butter?

Tina's upstairs?

Mm-hmm.

I just spent the entire morning
with her insurance company.

Long story short, they would need
absolute proof of tampering.

So, what do we have?

Well, I've already looked
through everyone

who signed the guest book
at Aunt Mildred's service.

So, which guest haunted her
out of her house?

Not a lot of people came
to pay their respects.

We've got a priest,
a few ladies from church,

a nurse from when she broke her hip.

The only people out of the ordinary
were these guys, the Herberts.

Herberts?
You mean the Herveys?

Nope. Herberts. Because...

They erased and rewrote it.

Amateurs.

Well, they did it again
under the "from" column,

they originally wrote...

New Jersey?

Right, the Garden state itself.

So I found an LLC registered
to Lyle Herbert,

which in turn owns Revenant Realty.

Of course! It's a real estate scam.

They read the obituaries,
and then they pitch up at the funerals.

Spend the whole time casing the place,
and planting the seeds for a haunting.

Oh, I'm sorry.
You wanted to say that, didn't you?

No, the moment's passed now.

So, what do we know about Revenant Realty?

Well, they mostly operate in New Jersey.

I really don't know why they're here.
They just buy houses on the cheap,

and then flip them
within a couple months.

And, yeah, all of the original owners
of the houses have recently passed.

And then the relatives who inherited,

they start hearing bumps in the night,

and then they sold
to the first person who inquired.

Survey says Lyle Herbert.

-Mm-hmm.
-Revenant Realty was owned by Lyle

and his late brother Owen,
but Owen's son Deke

is putting his design degree
aside to step into his dad's shoes.

Well, he's the amateur.

Still has a lot to learn.
We can use that.

We need to show Tina
who these guys really are.

Problem is,
she might not be willing to see it.

You know as well as I do
how grief can change you.

It can impair your judgment.
You don't know up from down.

So how do you want to play this one?

You need to find a way to reach Tina

and prepare her
for what she's about to see.

What is she about to see?

We are gonna transform this place

into the perfect mark for the Herberts.

And Tina's gonna watch them
try and con us, step by step.

Then we're going to expose them
to the world.

Let's go con ourselves a conman!

You wanted to be the one to say that,
didn't you?

Tina.

Oh!

Oh, you're packing? Um...

Parker, thank you for trying
to help me, but I think that I...

I used to believe in psychics!

I couldn't explain how they knew
what they knew,

so I thought they had to be real.

But Sophie and my friends,
they showed me the truth.

Decent people tend to think
that everybody else is decent, too.

But there are those people
who take advantage of the gullible

and weak willed.

-I'm gullible and weak-willed?
-Yes!

The ideal mark is lonely, single,
and desperate for connection.

And I d-don't mean that as a bad thing.

I'm just saying you're a decent person.

I'm not a decent person.

The day Aunt Mildred died,

she told me that she just had a headache,

so I told her to go and lie down.

But...

really, I just wanted a break.

Fifteen minutes
to have a walk and a coffee.

When I came back, she was lying
on the floor outside of my bedroom.

She died alone.

So that's how I know she wanted me
out of that house.

It's not a con.

It was my fault.

Oh... just because you wanted
a cup of coffee

doesn't mean you're a bad person.

Or that you didn't love your aunt.

Just stay here one more day.

I think your aunt would want you to.

-OK.
-Good.

OK. Now, tell me everything
you know about the Herveys.

The two men from the service?

-Mm-hmm.
-I don't know a lot.

They came late,
most everyone was already gone.

Good. That helps us know
what to expect.

-Ahh.
-Estella, it's me, Lyle.

We're so sorry for your loss.

Ahh.

The memorial service just ended.

Did you know Big Daddy?

Yeah.

Welcome.

OK, you are Estella Havisham,

and you inherited this house

after your father just suddenly passed
last week.

Stepfather.

He fell in love with my Momma's
prize-winning gumbo,

and he gave me a three-legged puppy
named Cooper.

You just happen to have the back story
laying around like that?

Of course I do. It's a con.

Wow.

Look at those ceilings!

Are those etched glass?

Ahh, young man,

you have a marvelous eye.

Are you an artist?

A designer?

No. I did go to design school...

Then they told me
that they knew Aunt Mildred

from the old neighborhood.

Vague personal connection.
Explains why you wouldn't know them.

And they showed up late
to avoid witnesses.

I am just so touched
that people came to the house.

There was not one soul
at the burial earlier.

How did you know Big Daddy?

From work, back in the day.

Which work? Don't tell me.

The munitions factory,
the sewage treatment plant?

-Uh, yep.
-Which one?

Hey, Deke, why don't you, uh,
find a place for these flowers, huh?

Yeah.

Don't mind my nephew.

He's kind of new to the family business.

Wow, these guys
are bad at this.

Deke's on the move.

-Let him into the...
- No! No!

I'm not letting him
into our electrical system!

We have talked about this.

-I don't wanna-- I don't wanna--
- Shh!

It's just a breaker box.

Hardison is going to kill me,

and then I'm gonna come back

as a real ghost, and I'm gonna
haunt you, Sophie

You don't believe in ghosts.

Who are you talking to?

Don't mind me.

I was just talking to Big Daddy.

Oh, of course.

They asked me
what I planned on doing next.

It's strange, they said
they could feel her in the house.

Mildred.

And then I told them
that I would wake up sometimes,

that I would hear her calling out for me.

It was just me and Big Daddy for so long.

Sometimes I feel like he's still here.

Big Daddy, that is.

I hear his voice.

Of course! He was so full of life.

It's almost spooky
how much I can feel his presence.

Like he's just waiting on the other side.

And then the lights flickered out.

Fine, I take pity on you,
newbie con guy.

Huh?

What was that?

-I don't know.
-

The lights must be playing up.

Big Daddy loved this old place,
so much history here.

Maybe the lights were a sign
from Big Daddy.

-He was a music fan?
-Why, yes.

He wanted to reopen this old place,

but in the end it's what killed him.

How-- how did he die?

Ah, there you are!
Took you long enough.

How did Big Daddy die?

You mean you don't know?

Why, it happened right here.

He was hanging up new stage lights,
and he went right over the railing.

Died right on this very bar.

I sleep in the room right across
from where he slipped.

Sometimes, I feel like
he's trying to reach me,

trying to tell me...

You know, it sounds like this place
is full of ghosts.

Ever thought about selling?

Yeah, yeah, it might be a good idea.

You know, a big old place like this,

there might be more
than bad wiring in these walls.

Yeah, if you did, you know,
we'd be interested.

To take the burden off your shoulders.

Oh, I couldn't.

Big Daddy wanted me to have this place,

and short of him telling me to go...

I'll stay.

Oh, thank you so much for coming.

Big Daddy would have loved it.

Well, you stay safe.
Especially on Halloween

The veil between this world
and the next is so very thin.

Yeah.
-We'll see ourselves out.

Mm.

Letting someone into our electrical system
aside, that was pretty easy.

Hmm. I handed them everything
on a platter, and they lapped it up.

Decent conmen
would've been more suspicious.

True. But luckily these are
the worst conmen I've ever seen.

Perfect location, perfect mark.
This is gonna save our asses.

Yeah, but you don't think it was
a little too perfect?

-I know we don't have a lot of time...
-Who's fault is that?

Who insisted on the candles?

Candles are in every horror movie!

They add atmosphere.

I didn't know she'd burn
the whole place down.

If you'd get your head in the game
and stop daydreaming

about that fancy design school,
we'd be done already.

I'm not good at this stuff.
I'm not a criminal.

Yeah, hey, uh, we got another place.

Don't worry, we'll have it
cleared out by tonight.

Tina's resting.

We have to set the scenes
before the Herberts get back here.

Grieving daughter all alone
in the old theater.

They gonna break in this way?

Yeah. With the cop car across the street
guarding Tina's house,

that's the best point of entry.

What makes you think
they're coming tonight?

They bought our story too easily

For some reason, they're in a rush.

Besides, it's Halloween.

What better time to fake a haunting?

Too bad Eliot isn't here. He could just...

break their knees
and we'd be done with it.

Broken bones heal.
We're gonna break their spirits,

and they'll never do this again.

Now, Tina needs to see everything
for this to work. Are all the cameras set?

Well, I got a couple more things to wire,

then I'll set up a station
in Tina's room upstairs.

Great. And I'll walk Tina
through every step of the con.

And what are you gonna do?

Hmm, I...

have a performance to give.

Still can't believe this was
anyone other than Aunt Mildred.

There are some powers in this world
that are stronger than you know.

Yeah, and we're three of them!

What is all this?

Same guys who did this to you
are gonna try to do it to us,

and I want you to see exactly how.

That's them!

The guys from the memorial.

Confirmation. Sophie, you're up.

-Yeow.
-Come on.

Why, Big Daddy always spoke
so highly of you.

She's coming. Move!

...your gumbo was almost as good
as my mother's.

Of course, normally I'd be delighted
to attend your Halloween gala,

but with Big Daddy gone,
my heart is heavy.

We could set everything up
when she goes to the party.

Too late for that.
We have to do this now.

Let me think on it.

You make such a tempting offer.

I'm going upstairs to retire to my room.

Perhaps after a long, reviving nap,

I'll reconsider.

We have to work fast.

Get this done before she wakes up.

Come on, let's go!

Oh, Big Daddy,
I'm so sorry I let you down.

Her bedroom is just off
this upstairs hallway.

When she hears the sound,
she'll come up...

and the show begins!

It's a scam. And you're not
the first they've done this to.

Come on, come on.

She'll be coming through this doorway.

We want the words to appear there
at the top of the wall.

There's a painting there.
Projector won't work on top of a painting.

Well, then get rid of it, dumbass!

Psst!

Hey, the iron frame's too heavy.
Give me a hand!

How did you know that's where they'd
want to put the projections?

I didn't. Tina did.

She told me exactly what was set up
outside her bedroom,

and I figured they'd do
the same thing here.

Son of a...

It must be bolted.

All right, give it one last pull, OK?

Oh, Big Daddy, is that you?

Ohh!

She's primed!
Get the speakers set up.

Why would they do this?

It's a con. They want you to sell
your house for cheap.

And then flip it for a big profit.

Yeah, but the writing on the mirror.
How would they know about that?

They read you at the memorial.

They could sense that you had
a little bit of guilt.

They didn't need to know the details,
just enough to know which buttons to push.

Sophie gave them the same "tell."

I think they're using
the same playbook here.

I really hate these guys.

Then you are gonna love this.

Hey. Hey!

Pass me the screwdriver.

Oops!

It's time for the big finish!

This is called the gloat!
It's the best part. Come on.

Oh my, oh my!

What do have we here?

OK. All right.

I'm loading video of their break-in
to all of our screens.

Just give me the word,
and I'll pop open the curtain.

I do believe you're trespassing.

Louisiana has very strong laws
against breaking and entering.

What the hell is she doing here?

Place is supposed to be
cleared out by now.

What...?

The kid screwed up our whole day.

We're behind.

Place was supposed to be emptied out.

-She the only one here?
- Just her.

I'm only paid to kill one person tonight.

So you'll have to take care of her.

Everyone, stay calm.

-Tie her up.
- What?!

Junior, get me a drink.

The newcomer.

I know him.

Does he know you?
- I hope not.

They call him The Wraith.

He's one of the most notorious hit men
on the eastern seaboard.

This job just got a whole lot scarier.

He's an assassin?
Why is he here?

No idea, but he's one of the best
in the world. Did you see his medallions?

One is St. Julian, and one is St. Hubert.

Patron saints of murderers
and hunters alike.

He wanted to make sure
he was covered.

We can't just leave her
like this.

Shh!

OK, I'm on the dark web.

The Wraith is the guy you call
when you want someone dead.

You remember that cardinal
who was in that car crash?

Jane Doe in WITSEC who was poisoned?

Inmate number 11563 in solitary
who squealed?

All of that is The Wraith.

Oh... OK, this is-- this is really scary.

Tina, we have to get you
out of here.

If he finds you like this,
you're a sitting duck.

How? We can't go down.

Then we go up.

Hey...

is that real bone on that handle?

See, she won't be a problem.

Yeah, we could just let her go, right?

I mean, she's not gonna do anything, so...

She's your problem.

But if your solution is to let someone
who can recognize my face go, then...

she's not my problem.

You are.

...the annual Halloween parade,

grand marshaled this year
by Christina Killian Santoro,

has made the turn at Canal Street.

Yeah, understood. We'll take care of it.

-We're just gonna...
- Yeah, w-we'll wait for the parade

so no one hears our shot.
Just like...

Just like you, right, Mr. Wraith?

The parade. The parade.
The parade. The parade. The parade.

New Jersey!

Christina Killian Santoro,

district attorney from New Jersey.

She's grand marshal
of the parade this year.

She's known for cracking down
on the Jersey Mob.

They must have sent small-timers
like the Herberts

to come in and secure houses
along the parade route.

Like Tina's.

And ours.

The parade's supposed
to pass by here in about ten minutes.

Sophie, we gotta stop them
before the kill her...

and you.

-Come on.

OK, I'm coming.

Um, where are we gonna go?

I don't understand.

Oh, my god.
-Yeah.

You're going out the window.

-What?
-Mm-hmm.

How about you can do that,

and I will stay here and die,

that's fine.

Don't worry, I'm really good at this.

What?

"We can just let her skip over to
the police!" Moron.

When I left school, you said
I'd be designing new floorplans.

I didn't sign up to kill anyone!

What did you sign up for, Sweetie?

We just needed you to leave the house.

We only wanted to scare you a bit.

Lights, some fog, creepy noises.

A little haunting.

Haunting?

What haunting?

It's just part of the con.

You give people a scare,

they think there are spirits around,
and boom!

Undermarket property we can flip.

You don't mess with the afterlife.

It might mess with you back.

The afterlife? C'mon.

Do you know how many I've seen die?

What it's like...

when the light...

dies from their eyes?

Spirits are real.

I've watched as they leave the body,

when they stop struggling.

You don't mess with that.

But...

you kill people...

I didn't cause their death.

I'm just a weapon.

A very good one.

-Nice. Real nice.
-What?

Breanna, I have an idea.

Your Halloween stuff.

It's hooked up to your tablet, right?

Yeah, and all the ones
the Herberts installed, too.

I'm gonna need more power.

Luckily I'm in the right place for that.

As the parade
approaches Jackson Square,

we can see that the costumes
this year are gorgeous...

Hamilton. Third floor window.

Check for the best line of sight.

Parker, hurry up.

The spotter, Hamilton, he's coming up.

-Ready?
-No!

I don't normally ask people that.

Can we just wait for a minute?
That would-- that would be good

if we could-- we could--

You don't have time to be scared.
It's up to us to stop these guys.

The Wraith won't hesitate.
Lyle and Deke won't hesitate.

And that Hamilton guy is...

Right behind me.

Toss me some sheet and rope.

We gotta get you out of here.

That was incredible.

Why did Alec chain all of the repeaters
in a series instead of parallel?

'Cause that would just be far too easy!

Please work.

Come on, baby,
come on, baby. Work, work.

Yes! Awesome. OK.

I am controlling
all of their haunting gak, now.

You're sure?

There's only one way
to find out.

You ready?

What was that?

Nothing.

Sounded like one of our speakers.

But I hadn't set them up yet.

Oh, that was just the house
voicing its opinion.

-Pay no mind.
-Its opinion?

Just one of the reasons why me
and Big Daddy loved this old place.

We were never lonely.

Maybe that's why we had trouble
setting up the gags.

-Maybe... maybe...
-Are you kidding?

She's just a daffy bat.

Well, they never bothered me much.

But then again,
I never caused anyone's death.

Nice and easy.

Here come the crutches.

OK. Tina's out of the building.

What do you want me to do next?

Now, you learn the art of haunting houses.

I'll work on my animations while you start
with the fog machine.

Wow!

Hm.

Oh!

More fun for me.

Do you hear them? Hm.

The spirits will be heard tonight.

Listen to them.

You need to keep her quiet.

They're telling me about the cardinal.

And the automobile accident.

They are not happy
about your presence here.

There was a woman.

It witness protection.

-

She just wanted to stop others
from being hurt.

Shut up!

And that man in prison.

Oh, that poor man.

He was not very contrite
but did he deserve to die that way?

-I said, shut up!
-Careful!

You do not cause
the death of others, remember?

She's a liability.

You take care of it.

You sure? Y-you don't want to wait?

I-I mean, the parade's
right around the corner.

You watch her. You come with me.

OK, only 36 more mini speakers left.

You go in there
and you finish the job now.

She's just trying to get under our skin.

And to be honest, it's been a while.

I'm a little rusty.

No, Deke.
You're making them angry!

You have to get us out of here!

Just let me think!
This place is driving me crazy!

You don't have
to do this, Deke, put it down,

No! No!

I just wanted her to be quiet,
like you said.

Oh, God, what did I do?
What did I do?

The parade turns onto Madison.

The crowd is revved up for Santoro.

It's time.

The speakers are set.

Parker, the Wraith is headed up
to kill Santoro.

You have to get out of there! Now!

But I still haven't done the projectors!

Hamilton.

Hamilton, are we clear?

Where is he?

And here's Santoro,
waving to the crowd.

She's blowing them away.

Focus, all right?

If we leave now,
the Wraith takes the blame.

OK? Let's go get our stuff,

and the cops will never even know
we were even here.

-All right?
-Yeah.

Now you're thinking, kid.
Come on.

What the hell was that?

OK, OK, time to go.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

The cardinal

and the automobile accident...

They are telling me about the Cardinal.

This is great. Keep him talking,
we can use all of this.

You watch her. You come with me!

Shh, don't throw your future away.

-So if I help you...
-If you help us,

we'll get you away from your uncle
and back into design school.

But you have to help us, and fast.

Gah! You a ghost?

The ghost of fake blood packs.

You just happen to have
fake blood packs on you?

It's Halloween. Of course I do.

Spook it up.

Oh, Ghr...

No, that was too...

There's a woman...

in witness protection.

Huh...

She just wanted to stop others
from being hurt.

And that man in prison.

Oh, that poor man.

He was not very contrite, but...

did he deserve to die that way?

These are the spirits
of those you killed.

And they are starving.

Aaahhhh!

Get me the hell out of here!

Lyle.

That's them.

Please...
- You have to listen to me...

I'll confess to everything I did.
Just get me out of here!

And the whole place is haunted!

There's another one
up on the third floor.

Tina?

Please, please get me out of here.
You don't understand.

Get me out of here. Please!

What will happen to my uncle?

Well, he did spontaneously
confess to fraud,

so, yeah, a bit of prison.

Just enough time for you to start anew,
now that you're dead.

This is a chance for you
to really separate yourself

from the family business

and go back to school, Deke.

I suggest you take it.

I definitely will.

Just sent out footage
to your insurance company.

That and the police report
should do the trick.

What are you gonna do
with your aunt's property now?

Are you gonna sell it or rebuild it?

Rebuild.

It's what Aunt Mildred would have wanted.

Plus it's kind of nice
to know the neighbors.

We got you a little something.

Oh, my God. It's Aunt Mildred's cane.

Yeah, we found that in the house.
It survived.

Like you.

To neighbors.

Neighbors.
- Neighbors.

You guys shoulda seen them.

They were practically begging the cops
to arrest them.

It was perfect.

And we went trick or treating afterwards.

Well, at least you managed to salvage
a little bit of your favorite holiday.

Wait! That is my Halloween candy.

Hold on. You took down
an international assassin

using a haunted house?

Yes.

Well, this place must've
looked really scary.

Well, it is New Orleans.

I mean, every building is
just a little bit haunted.

-You guys are messing with me.
-Stupid.

No, no. That wasn't me, I swear.

Harry.
-

That's not funny, man,
don't do that. Hey.

That's not funny.

What are you talking about?
We ain't do nothin'.

Eliot.