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realEstate.

- [mysterious score]
- My name is Kit Rampart.

You’re threatened.
You feel more like

Kit the Spirit Stalker
than you want to admit.

Worst part
is the silence.

Tell me about it.
Tempting offer.

[Zooey] Nah.
I have a feeling

this real estate thing’s
gonna work out.

I found a beautiful house
that brings it all back.

Susan, you took what we do
and you color-coded it.

There’s nothing magical
about your process.

I’ll take it from here.

What are you going to do?
Rat me out to Zooey again?

You were a condescending,
dismissive jerk.

[Susan] The new Luke
seems defensive, territorial.

But on issues like this,
you need to

check in with me
on everything.

You might want to think about
doing things our way.

I love this property.

I mean, I love all my listings
but this one is--

It’s special.

[Tolliver] It is that.

Don’t get me wrong,
we love working with you

and I am certain
we will find you a buyer.

I hope so.

But I have to ask:
Why are you selling?

You’ve only been here
less than a year.

I assume you own a home.

Yeah. A brand new one.

Well, new to me.

And you love it,
don’t you?

Mm-hm.

Well, you’re lucky.

This place and I never...

never quite...
[sighs]

connected.

Oh, I better
make myself scarce.

Oh, you don’t have to--

Mm-hm.

[car door opens]

You must be Emmett and Mandy!
I’m Susan.

Hi. What a lovely place.

Oh, you are in
for a treat!

It’s not often we come across
a heritage property

that has been
so gracefully modernized.

Well, our place
is so small.

Imagine having room to breathe!

To stretch out!
To entertain!

Just wait until you see
the updated gourmet kitchen.

We could finally do
Thanksgiving dinner

at our place.

Get ready
to fall in love.

How’s this for
a first impression?

Imagine hosting
family celebrations here,

holidays, or just
having friends drop in.

- [dramatic boom]
- [gasps]

- [screams]
- [opening theme plays]

[panicked breaths]

[man screaming]

[slurping]

[gentle score]

[sigh]

She never pulled that stunt
with anyone else before.

Just me.

I don’t suppose they’ll be
putting in an offer.

Oh, I don’t think so, no.

I heard that the Roman Agency
specialized in...

stuff like this.

We do. Um...
[clears throat]

It is nice to have a little...

heads up before we start
bringing people through.

Of course. I’m sorry.
[sighs]

Like I say, it’s the first time
it’s happened to anyone but me.

Do you think
you can help?

We can try.

I’ll talk to my people
and get back to you.

Any idea
who she might be?

It’s an old house.

Probably someone
who once lived here.

Right up until she didn’t.

[deep sigh]

The house was built in 1934;

only four owners
prior to Tolliver.

Who goes through all the
trouble of planning a wedding

just to pull the plug
on the day?

I’d be more prone to self-harm
at the actual proposal.

Drew is such a nice man.

Imagine moving into a house
you thought you loved

and having to deal with that.

Do we have any way
to reach out to her?

In fact, I do.

Something new.

Well, let’s take it for a spin.

[knocking on door]

Nice place.
What’s the square footage?

Just under 7,000.

Bedrooms?

Four. I emailed you
all of this.

Must have missed it.

Well, you need to organize
your inbox folders.

I’ll get right on that.

Where is Mr Tolliver?
He said he’d be here.

You have the code
for the lockbox, don’t you?

[tense score]

Mr. Tolliver?

Mr. Tolliver,
it’s Susan Ireland.

I guess this is where
she generally hangs.

I’m going to
check the kitchen.

Go ahead. I’ll check out, uh,
August’s walkie-talkie.

[dramatic boom]

[approaching footsteps]

Must’ve stepped out.

Why do all of August’s machines
look like what people in 1953

thought machines in 1997
would look like?

Well, he explained it
to me once.

Apparently the other side
is way more sensitive

to the analog stuff
than the digital.

But you don’t need
to understand it.

- [static]
- Just do it.

[unintelligible male voice]

Hello.

- [unintelligible voices]
- Hello?

Hello?

Something happened.

[gasp]

Murdered.

Did you hear that?

- Oh.
- What did she say?

[screaming]

Murdered!

But you hanged yourself.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no. Murdered!

What is keeping you here?

What do you want
and what do you need?

- [static]
- [garbled voices]

I...

have the man.

You have the man?

What man?

T-T-T-T...

olliver!

Where is Mr. Tolliver?

He was m-m-mine.

Find...

murdered... me.

You don’t know
who killed you?

I... murdered...

me...

Or...

Tolliver hangs!

[dramatic boom]

Who are you?

Who... murdered...

me--ee.

Killer... or-or...

T-T-T-Tolliver

hang by the neck!

- [high-pitched whine]
- [screaming]

- Ahh...
- What?

[dramatic score]

So, what happens now?

I guess we find a killer
or we lose a client.

The hard way.

- [gentle score]
- [birds chirping]

This is why we can’t have
nice things.

Well, see if you can fix it.

It worked okay
until it overheated.

[August sighs]

No respect.

So, somebody murdered her
and made it look like a suicide?

Apparently.

Look, I don’t have to tell
any of you what it’s gonna do

to our reputation
if another one of our clients...

- Our reputation?
- ...at the hands of a problem

Our reputation’s more important
than that nice man’s life?

- I don’t think that I said that!
- [Zooey] Okay!

What I don’t understand is
how she doesn’t know who did it.

She was there.

I guess if she was pushed.

You know,
the dead are just like us;

they block out
unpleasant experiences.

But it explains why
she’s still...

hanging around.

[Zooey giggles]

She can’t move on
until she knows "who done it."

So, if we
clear up the murder...

We clear out the house and
we save a client in the bargain.

All right, I’ll do a deep dive
into past owners, as well as

see who knew the bride
when she used to rock and roll.

I’ll check
the first floor.

I’ll take the second.

I’ll take the top floor.
Let’s circle back in an hour.

Let’s go.

[moderate score]

- [eerie score]
- [indistinct voices]

So, I looked
behind the picture;

there was this
hidden compartment.

These were inside. It’s like
she wanted us to find them.

Ooh. Diaries, secrets,

innermost thoughts
from someone named Genevieve.

- Genevieve. It’s a start.
- Divide and conquer.

We all take a diary home
and look at it tonight.

We’ll compare notes tomorrow.

Gimme one for August.
He loves to read.

[gentle score]

Hey! Luke!

[score fades out]

Um, I just wanted
to run something by you.

Right. Um...

I was thinking about
getting my real estate license.

- Really?
- Yeah.

You know, I just thought
how hard could it be, right?

Good point. Seriously,

you should totally do it.
You’d be great at it.

So, you’d hire me
as an agent?

In a heartbeat.

Okay. Thank you.

Based on your response,

I have another thing
to tell you.

- [crow caws]
- [gentle score]

- I got my license today.
- Really?

I’ve been studying for the last
three months and then I took--

Well, that’s great!
Congratulations.

Oh!

[clears throat]
Thank you.

So did you mean it
about hiring me?

You’re already hired.
I mean, we’ll have to figure out

what this means
as far as staffing and all.

Maybe you can transition
a little at a time?

Yeah, yeah.
Whatever works.

Regardless,

I am super proud of you.

Actually,

me too.

Kinda. Whatever.
Okay, bye!

[seagulls squawking]

[score turns darker]

- [house chimes]
- [Susan sighs]

[House]
Welcome home, Susan.

[gentle score]

[piano playing]

[Susan’s mom]
You loved that house.

[Susan]
It was bright and cheerful

and I would just lie there
and daydream.

That was the one summer
Daddy wasn’t away at work.

Mm.

I would just
lie in the sunshine and...

And listen to him
play piano.

That was a good summer.

- [dramatic boom]
- [gasp]

[clears throat]

[gasps] Shit!

Ah, what happened
to the alarm?

Oh, House, what time
was the alarm set?

Your alarm is set
for 6:15 PM.

No! I meant 6:15 AM!

Alarm is now set
for 6:15 AM.

[lively score]

House, unlock the door.

House!

[expels breath]

[chimes]

[creepy score]

[whooshing]

[gentle score]

- Anybody heard from Susan?
- Uh-uh.

Okay, so,
let’s get started.

All right.

Our Genevieve
is one Genevieve Wilson,

age 49 when she apparently
hanged herself from the banister

a few hours after marrying
her third husband.

Now, the police

wrote it off as a suicide
once they found her note.

Genevieve...
she was kind of a celebrity.

She wrote a bunch of books
on the joys of parenting.

She taught a generation
how to raise their kids.

Now, according to
the police report,

most of the guests
had already gone home;

only four remained in the house.

So, if Genevieve was murdered,
it had to be one of them.

Let’s meet
our contestants.

[energetic cello score]

Save some wine
for the rest of the guests.

Let’s get this picture taken
so we can all go home.

[both laughing]

[Phil] Marilyn Bates,

Genevieve’s editor
and closest friend.

Oh, Judy, for Heaven’s sakes,
will you stop fussing?

Judy Renault,

her long-time
personal assistant.

We are always working.

Nathaniel Hingston,
her teenage son

by way of husband number two.

He wrote a tell-all memoir
about his mom in the 90s.

Now, I sent you all
a digital copy.

Thank you.

Find a spot.

Oh, there he is!

And batting cleanup...

Mr. Arthur Aldean,

freshly minted
husband number three.

Moment, and there you are;
you are perfect.

Thank you, Marilyn.

Now, all their testimony
was the same:

as the party
was winding down,

they all decided to take
one final portrait.

- [camera flash]
- [dramatic boom]

Then Genevieve excused herself
and went upstairs.

It was less than an hour later
that she came back down--

the express route.

It’s gotta be
the husband,

says every
true crime podcast ever.

Now, in her diary,

she said Arthur loved her unreservedly.

The diary I read was mostly
about her son Nathaniel;

what a disappointment he was.

Nathaniel still lives in town.

I emailed him last night
but I don’t expect a response.

That memoir
was pretty brutal.

My diary, Genevieve was
pretty sure everybody loved her.

Especially someone named "W."
A secret lover.

Let’s stick to the suspects
we know were there that night.

Listen to this:

I just got an email back
from the son, Nathaniel.

He’s agreed to come in
and talk to us tonight.

I don’t know.

He seemed pretty creepy
in the diary.

- [phone vibrating]
- I’m sure he’s grown up now.

Susan just texted me.

She stopped by
the Tolliver house

in between showings.

Well, was he there?

No.

But I think
the bride is getting impatient.

[dramatic score flourish]

[gentle score]

A little reminder
of what’s going to happen

to poor Mr. Tolliver
if we don’t figure this out.

We can’t let that happen.

Find anything interesting
in your diary?

Soft-core porn
about somebody named W.

Yeah, he shows up everywhere.

She said some
pretty awful things

about Nathaniel, too.
Her son?

Oh, yeah.
I forgot to tell you--

Sounded like
he was a monster!

Lighting fires,
torturing animals.

Ah! Oh, my God!
I bet he did it!

- Luke, he’s the killer!
- [elevator arriving chime]

Hold that thought.

Hi there.
May I help you?

I’m here
to see a Mr. Orley.

My name is
Nathaniel Hingston.

Oh! You’re the son!
Hiya, Nate!

Nathaniel.

I will go get him
for you.

Can I get you
something to drink?

Do you have any
two percent milk?

Um... No.

Then I’m fine.

[footsteps receding]

You’re joking.

I’m afraid not.
She’s in the house

and she says
she was murdered.

She’s taken the poor man
who owns the house

and is threatening to kill him
if we don’t figure this out.

[hearty laughter]

Mama drama ding-dong.

What can you tell us about
that night, the night she died?

Oh, God.

Judy was...

She was my mother’s assistant.

Judy had climbed down
off the cross

long enough
to clear the dishes.

In her diary,
your mother called Judy

"her good right hand."

Only if Mother’s left hand
was holding a fondue fork

to repeatedly
poke out Judy’s eyes!

Mother loathed weakness
and Judy was...

weak.

But, Nate,
in your memoir you said--

My name is Nathaniel!

And yes, I lost my...

virginity to Judy.

Excuse me.

You are...

You are a Sagittarius, yes?

- I’m an Aries.
- Ah! I knew it.

May I smell your hair?

Oh, I’d rather you didn’t.
Mm.

[whispering] Maybe later.

Yes, Judy took my cherry.

A rather Herculean task.

And then she
proceeded to blackmail me!

Cost me tens of thousands
in allowance!

I could have
slit her throat.

An Aries?

Are you sure?

Pretty sure.

Mm-hm.

Okay.

Anyway, Judy had neither
the outright skills

nor the can-do attitude
to kill anyone.

Besides, this was
a fairly small matter

relative to Marilyn’s
ongoing affair with A-arthur.

- Sorry, what?
- Pardon me?

Oh, yes! Arthur was playing
hide the hamster with Marilyn

the entire time
he was courting Mother.

Shockingly disloyal.

Made me want to toast them both
with a crystal flute

of drain cleaner and watch
as they slowly liquified.

Do you know someone
your mother called W?

[laughs] Her boy toy.

Her refuge,

for when Arthur
couldn’t find the lead

in his Number Two Ticonderoga.

But in her diary,
Genevieve said

that she loved him.

He wasn’t love.
He was...

...exercise.
If I thought he was

a serious contender
for my new daddy,

I’d have taken a pair of
bolt cutters to his little--

Okay, Nathaniel,
I think we get the gist of it.

Thank you so much
for coming by.

You’re judging me.
I feel it.

But you don’t know
what it’s like

to be a mother’s
"proof of concept."

If I seriously thought
she was back in the world,

back in my life, I might
kill every last one of you,

and turn the gun
on myself.

- [dramatic boom]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[Susan] Now, just a minute, Nathaniel.

- Hmm.
- [locks open]

[Luke] You really
don’t need to do this.

[tense score]

[tense score fades out]

[sigh]

[gentle score]

For you.

It’s autographed.

In my own blood.

How special.
Thank you.

[sniffs deeply]

- [shuddering sigh]
- Exquisite.

I think
"the mommy that raised America"

should have taken
a few more personal days.

I feel unsafe.

The man’s a carnival ride
with a loose bolt on a...

tight downhill turn.

So, it’s him, right? We agree?
He’s definitely the killer.

So, we gonna tell Genevieve now
or wait ’til Mother’s Day?

[gentle score]

Something about this
just feels wrong.

He totally did it.

He sniffed my hair.

Let’s think this through.

It is possible
that Nathaniel left the room.

[dramatic cello score]

Went into his mother’s room...

Then he choked her
with the golden rope.

[rope creaking]

He wrote the suicide note...

carried his mom
to the stairwell...

[dramatic booms]

[discordant cello score]

- [cello score fades out]
- And...

- [gentle score]
- scene.

Phil, can we take another look
at that note?

I wonder if he inherited
a bunch of money.

No. Genevieve left
her entire estate

to a Shetland pony rescue
in the Outer Hebrides.

Stiffed everyone,
including Nate.

- [August] Nathaniel.
- Hm?

Luke called him Nate and he was
corrected immediately.

Oh, yeah, I did the same thing
when he first came in.

Wants to be referred to
as Nathaniel.

So, it’s pretty doubtful
that he would refer to himself

as Nate
in a suicide note.

Can you put up the
wedding picture again?

- Mm-hm.
- The one with the final four.

Yup. Still a creep.

He sniffed...

- my hair!
- I know. I’m so sorry.

So, if it wasn’t Nathaniel,

who could it be?

What about Judy?
The assistant.

In his book,
Nathaniel said

he told Judy he wasn’t going to
pay her blackmail anymore.

[dramatic cello score]

Maybe Judy went upstairs
to tell all,

they got in a fight,

and she choked Genevieve
with the golden rope.

Judy had been answering
her fan mail for years, so...

the suicide note
was easy and...

you know the rest.

- [cello score fades out]
- [gentle score fades in]

Yeah, I’m not buying it.

See, I still like the husband
for the thing. Arthur.

Nah. He walks with a cane.
There’s no way that

he could drag Genevieve
and toss her over the side.

Not on his own!
Hear me out:

So, Marilyn is hammered, right?

And she can’t think
of a more delicious irony

than to do the groom
on his wedding night.

[dramatic cello score]

But before Arthur could,
you know,

toss the bouquet...

Genevieve comes in.

Oh!

Arthur!

Marilyn!

So, they tandem-choke
Genevieve...

Marilyn ghostwrites
the suicide note...

they lug her to the staircase,
one on each end,

- and they toss her over.
- [dramatic boom]

Teamwork makes
the dream work, baby.

- [cello score ends]
- Just wait a minute:

Police report said
these four people

were the last ones
in the house.

That’s right.
One of them has to be a killer.

So, who took the picture?

[eerie score]

[gentle score]

Yes! Yes, ah, Mr. Hingston,
it’s Susan Ireland from--

The Aries. Yes.

Um, Mr. Hings--

Nathaniel.

- I hate you all.
- [snickering]

So, Nathaniel, um, there is
that photograph

of you all on the night
of your mother’s

wedding-slash-tragic death
and I was wondering

if you could remember
who took it?

Mm-hm. Thanks,

it’s actually a Swedish shampoo
called Jordgubbe.

[snickering]

Um, so the photo,
do you remember who--

Okay.

You’ve been incredibly helpful,
Nathaniel. Thank you.

No, I’m actually
moving out of the country.

Mm-hm.

Forever.

Mm-hm. Yeah.
Okay. Goodbye.

So?

He couldn’t remember exactly
who took the photo,

but it was
somebody on the staff.

Gardener or housekeeper.

Great.

Actually, I found her
personnel records

when I was checking out Judy.

It had a full staff listing.

See if anything
jumps out at you.

Figuratively speaking.

[gentle score]

Phil, Hey.
Whaddaya got?

So, um...

checked those
personnel records.

I thought
that was a dead end?

Yeah, not exactly.
Look at this.

Warden G. Oliver?

Yeah, he was a gardener.
He worked for Genevieve

for about six months
before she was wed.

And... dead.

He quit on this date?
Are you sure?

Yeah; day after the wedding.

Look, um,

I know you really like
this Tolliver guy.

- He is a sweet old man...
- Andrew Tolliver.

Warden Oliver.

And it always gets my attention
when things rhyme.

Think my mother was traumatized
by a greeting card

when I was in utero.

You don’t think
there’s some connection?

The secret lover?
W? Warden?

Could be a coincidence.

Warden is an anagram
for Andrew.

[sigh]

Thought you should know.

[Luke] So, Phil told me
about Tolliver.

Kinda makes sense.

Nothing makes sense.
Luke, I don’t know.

Could we just
talk about it tomorrow?

[dramatic boom]

[dramatic booms]

[tense score]

You’re here!

You’re back...

Miss Ireland.

So glad you’re all right.

Where have you been?

Right where we are now.

[gentle score]

In your dreams.

How did you find me?

Your new house.

It has more magic
than you know.

I don’t understand.

I know.
It’s terribly confusing.

And I’m sorry,
but here we are.

You killed Genevieve.

[sucks teeth]

I offer no defense.

Only an understanding.

I was 22.

Do you remember 22?

She was...

[gentle gasp]

Amazing.

Beautiful.

Powerful.

And she noticed me.

Me...

someone who dug holes
and filled them up for a living.

What we had was wrong.

All I know is our time together
was the happiest I’ve been,

before or...

or since.

I used to call her
my baby doll.

But I told her that we
couldn’t be together anymore.

She’d thought that she
could be married to Arthur,

enjoy his money,
his station

and still be with me?

I told her no.

I didn’t respect myself much,
but, God!

More than that.

Then came the drama.

[sobbing]

- What are you doing?
- Stay away from me.

- We can talk about this.
- Don’t come near me!

No! No, don’t come near me!
You’re killing me!

[dramatic score]

I asked myself a thousand time
if she really jumped.

No, get away from me!

Ahh!

- No!
- [dramatic booms]

[dramatic boom]

[creaking]

[tender score]

[loud creaking]

[Tolliver] I panicked.

Typed up a suicide note,

snuck out the back steps and--

quit the next day.

Moved to New Mexico,
changed my name.

Speculated in land development,
did quite well.

Sent almost all of my money
to that...

that charity
in the Outer Hebrides.

Somewhere out there
there’s a

herd of Shetland ponies
with quite a portfolio.

[chuckles]

But the guilt...

Never went away.

So, when this house
came up for sale last year,

I bought it.

I thought it might
stop the nightmares.

But they just got worse.

Genevieve wasn’t asking you
to find her killer.

She was trying to tell you
that I...

was the killer.

That’s how she sees me.

That’s what I am.

But I loved her.

[tender score]

Miss Ireland,
God, how I loved her.

What can we do?

Some mistakes
you never stop paying for.

But at last
someone knows the truth.

At last I can be at peace.

Nothing is impossible,
Mr. Tolliver.

Not in my dreams.

[chuckles]

- [dramatic boom]
- [gasp]

- [house chiming]
- Off.

- [house chiming]
- House!

- [house chiming]
- Off! Turn it off!

- [rising chimes]
- 6:15 alarm is terminated.

[gentle score]

[sigh]

[soft fluttering]

You are a kind soul.

Hm. So I’m told.

Oh, you got another call
from that Rochelle something.

- Sent her to your voicemail.
- Thank you.

- [score fades out]
- Is there a story there?

None that I care to tell.

Okay.

What’s that supposed to be?
Like, a satellite dish, or...?

[click]

Not unlike.

And who’s
supposed to wear it?

I would imagine Luke.

It may help to restore
a bit of his intuition.

Just don’t mess with his hair.
It’s like a World Heritage Site.

We need to talk to her again.
It was an accident!

Says the killer himself!

Susan, if we learned anything
in the past few days,

that everybody sees everything
through their own lens.

They rationalize.
They prevaricate.

- They lie?
- They lie!

And, frankly, they know
an easy mark when they see one.

So, there’s no redemption.

No hope.
No matter how much regret,

how good a life
you’ve lived otherwise,

no matter how many
Shetland ponies

you put through college.

I want to try.

Let’s get August’s
new and improved radio thing

and try talking to Genevieve, please.

[sigh]

- [gentle score]
- [birds chirping]

Just let me
do the talking.

Don’t you think...

I got a little more experience
in these kinds of situations?

Luke, if you could still do
what you used to do

we wouldn’t be here,
would we?

[static]

I know what to say.

[static]

[click]

Genevieve,

I know you’re here
and I know you can hear me.

[tense score]

I understand you, Genevieve.

A woman in business,
working twice as hard

to get half as far.
I see you!

You got used
by a lot of men.

Three husbands;
Nathaniel.

[tender score]

But Warden was different.

He didn’t want anything
but to love you.

He didn’t murder you,
it was an accident,

so you need to move on.

And let him do the same.

He loved you, Genevieve.

Granted, the age difference
and power dynamic

could have been a lot better, but...

he didn’t want
anything from you.

Except you.

Set him free.

He is...

free.

[gasp]

[score fades out]

Hey.

You okay?

Mm-hm.

Spoke to the paramedic.

Said Tolliver suffered
a heart attack.

Probably happened so fast,
he didn’t even realize--

I think I need
to take some time.

[gentle score]

Yeah, why I’m
always telling you

to find a better
work-life balance.

This isn’t about balance.
It’s about getting out of here

and reassessing my life.

I worked for a horrible boss,
Bob Livingston.

I was enveloped by him,

controlled by him
and called it a relationship.

And now I’m here working for you
and it’s starting

to feel like the second verse
of a really shitty song.

I don’t particularly like
being mentioned in that company.

Well, tough, Luke!
Try, just really dig deep

and endeavor to imagine a world
where it isn’t all about you.

[sigh]

I will see you all
at the bowling fundraiser

that you volunteered me
to organize.

In the meantime, I am going home
to my wonderful new house.

I’m going to spend some
time there, dress it up

and think about whether
I need a new life to match.

[rustling leaves]

["You Found Me" plays]

♪ [female singer]
Home ♪

♪ I’m finally home ♪

♪ My heart is a compass ♪

♪ And you are the road ♪

♪ Somehow ♪

♪ I’ve always known ♪

♪ There was a lighthouse ♪

♪ Guiding me through
the storm ♪

♪ In this endless sea ♪

♪ You rescued me ♪

♪ I was on my knees
When you found me ♪

♪ But you found me ♪

♪ I am not alone now ♪

♪ Because you found me ♪

♪ Home ♪

[surf crashes]

♪ I’m finally home ♪

[fluttering]

[gentle score]

[rain pattering]

[quiet chimes]

- Hello?
- Hello, Susan.

The hot water
for your herbal tea

is available in the kitchen.

There’s something
about home.

[score turns darker]

[beeping]

[score fades out]