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(thunder crashing)

(detectors beeping)

(beeping continues)

You guys got anything in here?

- Man: Nothing.
- No?

I don't understand.

There's nothing on the thermal
imager, not even a blip.

Electromagnetic fields are
within normal parameters too.

All right, let's keep going.

Yeah.

(detectors beeping)

- (clattering)
- Aah!

Oh, that's a pan.
Okay. You okay?

Sorry. Yep.

- Woman: No luck, guys?
- Man #2: No.

Nothing.

This place is supposed to
be swarming with spirits.

It's the Alcatraz
tour all over again,

empty promises
and nothing to show for it.

All right. Well, let's check
one more room and then call it.

- Yeah.
- (thunder crashing)

(detectors beeping)

Hold up.
I think I'm getting something.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Let's check out in here.

Okay.

Whoa! Oh...

Brian, we don't have time to
stop. What if we miss something?

I just need one
second to calibrate.

Okay.
(gasping)

Could that have been paranormal?

Wow. Look at this.

(thunder crashing)

Oh. Hey...

Oh! I'm sorry.
(gasping)

(thunder crashing)

Jana Atwell,

from the moment
we first met at PolterCon,

I knew you were the one.

I've spent my life seeking out
lost souls, and in the process,

I found my soul mate.

Almost as if it was
orchestrated from the beyond.

Exactly.

So, I figured there's
no better place to do this

than an abandoned sanitarium
for the criminally insane.

Brian...

So, in the presence
of the many spirits

who refuse to show
themselves today,

would you do me
the honor of being my wife?

This is the most romantic thing
anyone has ever done for me.

Yes, of course,
I will marry you!

(thunder crashing)

So, today wasn't a total bust.

No, not at all.
And maybe one day,

we'll find proof
that ghosts really exist.

We've got the rest of
our lives together to try.

*

(lighter clicking)

- Hi.
- Hey.

Both: Mwah.

- Smudging day?
- Yeah.

I got this sofa
at an estate sale

and I just wanted to
scatter any spirits

that may have
attached themselves.

This thing...

Bri, did you
take off the child lock?

Yeah.

Yeah...

Oh.

Anyway, I just--

I didn't want someone to buy it

and then end up
sitting on old Aunt Peggy.

Mm. Well, you know me,

I still prefer
the scientific approach,

ghostly phenomena
that can be measured.

That's because
you're an academic.

You just don't have it in you
to trust your gut instincts.

Oh, really? Well, somehow,
I'm still marrying you.

And I do believe,
but science requires proof.

You ready to hit the road?

Yes, I just wanted to say
goodbye before we left.

So, my car is packed solid
with wedding stuff,

so you'll need to bring
the equipment in your car.

Do not forget it.

Already packed and--

- Are you sure?
- Oh.

Um, we need to get going.
Our travel time

keeps ticking up on the GPS.
We're at four hours.

- Hmm.
- Told you guys to wait,

come with me on Wednesday.

Have you met your fiancé?

She's been planning
this for six months.

Do you really think that she
can show up four days before

and not be completely
stressed out?

That is totally fair.

But the Inn's been taking care
of most of the legwork,

so we can just...

I know,
but it's my dream wedding,

and I don't want a single detail
to be missed.

I know,
and I want this wedding--

I want our wedding

to be everything
you've ever dreamed of.

A wedding at a haunted manor!

Have I told you
how crazy that is?

Repeatedly,
but the Keystone is different.

It was featured in Spooky Haunts
of America 5th edition

and it was rated...

Both: Three tombstones. Boom!

Okay, well,
I'm sure that endorsement's

in all the bridal magazines.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay, well,

I'll see you in two days.
I love you.

I love you too.

Drive safe.

Bye! Bye, (unclear).

Jana: Shh.

Come on.

I'm terribly sorry about
that, sir, but you really--

you don't have to leave.

No, I'm not staying in this
bloody tomb one more minute!

- Sir!
- Excuse me!

Sir!

Oh, wait, sir,
you've dropped your stuff.

Guest: Oh, keep it!

Keep it?

Oh, I'm so sorry that
you had to witness that.

I accidentally
gave him... gluten.

Oh, that sounds bad.

Oh, Jana.

- Yes.
- Oh!

It's so great to finally meet
you not on a video chat.

I know, finally.

Marion, this is my
maid of honor, Rachel.

Rachel, Marion.

- She owns the Keystone.
- Rachel: Hi.

And thank you so much for all
the hard work you've been doing.

Oh, it's been
my absolute pleasure.

Now, let's, um,
let's get you all checked in.

(thunder rumbling)

I don't think
that was about gluten.

I know. This place is perfect.

I have had
the best time planning this.

I so rarely get to do it.

Most couples choose
one of the larger hotels

since we have limited...

uh, space.

Yeah, that's why.

This is perfect, Marion.

Brian and I only wanted

our nearest and dearest
with us anyway.

Well, the caterer,
who is fabulous, is very excited

for you to sample some
of his culinary creations.

There's the menu.

Not a detail missed.

Well, I intend for you to have
the wedding of your dreams.

(thunder crashing)

(wind gusting)

- (gasping)
- Oh, uh...

Sorry about that.

I really have to make sure
to double latch that door

when the wind kicks up.

There's nothing
at all to be afraid of.

Yeah, nothing at all.

That's okay, Marion.

Nothing scares me.
I teach high school.

Oh.

(chuckling)
Excellent.

Well, um,
I'll show you to your room.

Great.

Waylon!

Right this way, ladies.

(wind gusting)

- Did you feel that?
- Yes.

I can't wait till Brian
gets here with the equipment.

Oh, is that your room, Marion?

No, no. I, uh...
I'm across the hall.

This room stays empty.

No... bathroom.

Hmm. That's where
the ghost lives.

- Ooh...
- Okay!

This will be your room.

Oh. Uh, do you maybe have
something a little farther away?

Like, say, New Jersey?

Don't be a baby.
This is perfect, Marion.

- Thank you.
- Marion: Follow me.

Well, here we are.

I'll let you two get settled in.

It's going to be
an exciting few days.

Hopefully not too exciting.

- Oh!
- (both laughing)

(all laughing)

(both laughing)

(sighing contentedly)

(exhaling sharply)

Do you have to
say everything you think?

It's kind of my thing.

(exhaling sharply)

- (wind gusting)
- (gasping)

(thunder crashing)

Where are you going?
I woke up and you weren't there.

Sorry. I couldn't sleep.

I was going
downstairs for some tea,

trying to work on my vows.

Never thought I'd have
to do that twice in my life.

I know, but this time,
it's different.

Well, you were right about Alec.

He was pulling away and I
ignored all the red flags.

Maybe, but there's
no red flags here.

Brian's the real deal.

Yeah.

- (electricity buzzing)
- Okay.

Yeah,
I'm gonna come down with you.

This place gives me the creeps.

This could finally be it, right?

I know you think
you saw your grandmother...

She was at the foot of my bed

and she spoke to me,
and in the morning,

I told my parents that
she was gone and I was right.

Well, it's weird,
I'll give you that,

but, I mean, you were nine.

It's like I tell my students,
we set a hypothesis

and we test until
we know our answer,

and I don't know my answer yet.

(thunder crashing)

Oh. Yep, this is
definitely the right place

for you to get married.
It's very on-brand.

Okay, how about
I make you that tea?

Yeah.

(exhaling sharply)

Married.

(thunder crashing)

(wind gusting)

Married.

- Morning.
- Morning.

We're all set for the barbecue
and bonfire on Friday.

Great.

And I have arranged
for your guests

to enjoy our famous hayride.
It's a real hit in our town.

Well, apparently,
so is the Keystone.

To some, not all.

I imagine you've heard the lore.

I've done a bit of reading,
but I was wondering

what you could tell me
that the books don't say.

Well, it's never been a negative
experience for me, per se.

She's more of
a nuisance, really.

So, you've seen her?
Angelique DeMornay?

No, no, but I can feel her
when she's up to her mischief.

Like-- like the other night.

I suppose it was because
that guest was British.

It's happened before.

Not a fan of those
red coats, is she?

Well, those red coats killed
the love of her life, so no.

The room upstairs, was it hers?

Yes.

We rented it
in the early days, but...

it didn't go very well.

So, we just keep it unoccupied

and as close to the original
condition as possible.

Nice courtesy.

Well, don't want
to poke the bear.

Voice: Of all the things
one could call a lady...

Did you say something, Marion?

No, I didn't say anything.

She can hear me.

*

- What are you doing?!
- Why?!

Marion said that this room
is off-limits to guests.

No, no. She said they
keep it empty as a courtesy

to the young woman who lived and
died here in the 1700s. So...

Well, you're not going in there.

It's not like we're going to
walk in on her in the shower.

No, but you remember
that tombstone rating?

I don't need to
verify its accuracy.

I thought you
weren't a believer.

Come on, there's
no harm in a quick look.

Wow.

We come in peace.

You don't have to say that.

They know when
our intentions are good.

Well, you say that,
and then someone's head

starts spinning around
and you know the rest.

Yeah, yeah.

Rachel: "Angelique DeMornay."

Very bougie.

She was only 26 when she passed.
She died in her sleep.

Oh, poor girl.

Oh, wait!

"Revolutionary War hero,
Lieutenant Malcolm Buchanan."

Look at him!

Wow, he looks just like Brian.

The spitting image, except
for that weird little hat.

Rachel: Yeah.

(both gasping)

Okay, I'm scared now.

Let's just let
sleeping ghosts lie.

(door opening)

"Thomas Paine."

This is awesome.

Brian: Oh, actually, you know,

I did think of
something you can do.

Finally.

When we get there,
can you check the wine delivery

and make sure it was all there?
Thank you.

Yes, I would love to
check the wine delivery.

Just remember that I expect
the same when it's my turn.

Your turn for what?

To get hitched.

Why-- why are you laughing?

- It could happen.
- Sure.

And when it does, you know,
I'm-- I'm gonna be like you.

I'm gonna stay in my lane,

let my bride take care
of all the details.

No, no,
that's not what happened.

I had no one to take care
of the shop, that's all.

It's not cold feet, right?

I mean, after what
happened to her last time,

you need to be sure.

Who does that? Leaving your
bride on her wedding day?

I mean...

Someone who didn't
know how lucky he was.

Yeah, well, you two
are perfect for each other.

Some couples share
a love of Italian food.

You two love poltergeists.

Match made in paranormal heaven.

I guess we just fit, huh?

Speaking of fit, what do you
think about me and Rachel?

Oh, wow.

Someone already
forgot the vino incident

at the engagement party.

- No, no. A waiter bumped me.
- Did he?

Yeah, it's not my fault

that she spilled red wine
on her white pants.

Who wears white after Labor Day?

Anyway, listen, just remember
you're supposed to be here

for me this weekend.

- I will be.
- "Will be?"

- I-- I am.
- "Am."

Okay. And I will stick
to clear liquids, okay?

Everybody wins.

Oh.

- Welcome to the Keystone.
- Hi, Marion.

Hey, it's so nice
to meet you in person.

I'm Brian.
This is my best man, Steve.

Thank you for everything
you've done for us.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

You look like...

you've had a long journey.

- Welcome to the Keystone.
- Yeah, you said that already.

- Oh, did I?
- Hi!

You made it.

I cannot wait to
show you something.

Hi, Rachel.

Steve.

It's nice to see you again.

I'm sure it is.
Just so you know,

I won't be wearing
any white to the wedding.

(chuckling)

Noted.

Why don't you have a look around

and I'll have Waylon
take your bags to your rooms?

I'll just get the key.

Did you do something
different with your hair?

It looks really nice. I...

Mm.

That's a nice jack-- jacket.

Marion:
All right, right this way.

- Thank you.
- Marion: Waylon!

You weren't kidding.
It's uncanny.

Right?

Maybe he's like
a distant relative.

No, no, can't be.
My family's all from Chicago.

Right. So, he was killed

by British soldiers on his way
here to marry Angelique.

And she died soon after,
some say of a broken heart.

And her spirit's
been stuck here ever since,

so let's see what we can find.

Yes!

- (detectors beeping)
- Oh.

- Oh.
- Oh, yeah.

There's definitely changes

in the electromagnetic
atmosphere.

There's some serious
paranormal activity here.

I think we should
bring out the big guns.

Both: The thermal radiation
gauss detector!

- Yes, baby!
- Let's go!

- Okay, okay.
- (detector beeping)

Oh, this thing's going crazy.

Oh, there's
definitely something here.

Paranormal you say,
which would mean against

or contrary to... normal.

Angelique?

You-- you look just like
that painting downstairs. Oh...

You can see me.

Oh, as I suspected.
You are the very first.

Is this a joke?

This can't be real.
This cannot be real.

I assure you, I am quite real.

Oh!

I beg your pardon.

(gasping)

It's true. It's all true.

I wasn't dreaming that night.
My grandmother was there.

Babe, you got to
check this thing out.

- Brian?
- It is off the charts.

- Brian? Brian?
- I honestly can't believe it.

Brian...

(gasping)
Is that a ghost?

Yeah.

Malcolm.

What?

Malcolm. My darling,

my betrothed, you have returned.

Oh.
(stammering)

That was...

No, no, this is Brian Fuller.

He's an antique
dealer from Philly.

Hello.

He's donned strange
breeches, it's true.

How odd, his eyes present
with different colors.

But his face,
it does not lie.

I know that they look sort of...
identical, but it's not him.

And Brian and I
are the betrothed ones.

We're actually getting
married here on Sunday.

That is an impossibility.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Actually, we zoomed with
the caterer and everything.

- No.

- (thunder crashing)
- No.

It cannot be.

No one is to wed
in my home, ever,

but me to my Malcolm!

- Be gone.
- (thunder crashing)

(sobbing)

Okay, I think we should just
give her a little quiet time.

What do you think?

- Yep!
- Okay.

(sobbing)

(thunder rumbling)

(electricity buzzing)

(wind gusting)

She's seen him.

I mean, he does
kind of look like me, huh?

Yes, right?

Well, actually,
I guess he came first...

- Right.
- ...so I look like--

- I look like him.
- Yeah.

Stuck in this house
for more than 200 years,

in her wedding dress,
waiting for him.

- I mean, it's just so...
- Fantastic.

What?

I mean, it's tragic.
It's tragic.

- Tragic?
- Yeah.

I mean, she must have
unfinished business.

What the...

Cool.

Whoa.

I'm almost scared to go and
see what my room looks like.

Gosh, Brian,
this is so heart-breaking.

I mean,
I know the pain of, you know,

your wedding
not going as planned and...

Hey, hey.
Come here. Listen.

That's not going
to happen this time, okay?

Okay.

- Wait a minute.
- What?

Wait. What if that's what's
keeping her stuck here?

The separation
from this Malcolm guy.

Yeah, that makes sense,

since soulmates tend
to be bound to each other.

If they weren't able to
complete that circle, then...

And she said we're the only ones

who've ever been
able to see her.

Maybe it's so we
can help her cross over.

It's a definite possibility.

But we have to work fast.
Our guests get here in two days.

Oh. Mm.
You know who we need to call?

- Ghostbusters.
- No.

- Better. Earl Dewberry.

- Yes!
- No.

- Yeah.
- No.

- Yes!
- No! He's a grifter, Brian!

His show was canceled
for faking encounters.

Oh, only because ghosts
don't appear on cue.

Look, I've seen him

tell people things
he couldn't possibly know.

Okay, well, a broken clock
is right twice a day, too.

- That's right.
- Right.

- Yeah, okay.
- That's a thing.

All right. But listen.

The cancellation
messed with his head.

- Okay? So, he's a bit...
- What?

- Like a bit off his game.
- Oh, great.

But, he is the real deal.

Can I call him and see
if he can come up here?

- (sighing)
- Please?

Pretty please?

- Don't do that.
- Pretty please?

- Pretty please?
- Don't be cute. Fine.

Oh, I love you.
Okay, I'm gonna call.

Wait! Don't!
Oh, you're dialing.

You're dialing.
You are dialing.

Okay. Think for a moment

how insane this is:
an 18th-century ghost

is threatening
to ruin your wedding.

So, you're going to call in the
guy that was exposed as a fraud

on 60 Minutes
to help her cross over.

Right. Yeah.
No, that sounds crazy.

But Brian swears he's
seen him work miracles.

Oh, good, miracles.

Well, maybe he can
turn water into wine.

That'd be
a big hit this weekend.

Look, I don't like it either,
but there's no convincing Brian.

He already called him.

But at least we finally have the
proof we've been looking for.

You have no concrete evidence.

Yet. But we saw her.
She is real.

And maybe, tomorrow, we'll make
a believer out of you, too.

Well, maybe you should have
gotten married at a Radisson,

like normal people.

(engine sputtering)

- (engine backfiring)
- Aah!

(coughing)

Sorry, everyone.
(coughing)

Okay...

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Oh, yes. Yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh!

(inhaling sharply)
Yes. Yes, I can feel it.

It is strong.

That's the guy from 60 Minutes.

Yep, the fraud.

You can't believe
everything you see on TV.

Brian, you picked a doozer for
your wedding, didn't you?

Whatever.

It's showtime.

Oh!

For guidance.

For purity.

Ahh... for later.

Right. Palms up.

Eyes closed.

Jana.

Conjured spirits, come to me.

Show me what I need to see.

Oh, good, a poem, that's nice.

Shh.

Jana, I said eyes closed.

Oh. Okay. Yes.

Oh, how interesting.

I see.

Oh, wow.

What? What do you see?

Yes, what does he see?

Angelique, you're here.

Who? Oh, yes.

Yes, yes. She is here and--

and she's very...

unsettled. It's...

unsettling.

But, but,

I believe
I can help her cross over.

(humming)

- (humming)
- (Angelique laughing)

Does he think
he is the first to try?

It still just us,
no one else can see her.

- He can't see her.
- I know.

Yes, yes, I feel movement.

Portals are opening!
It's working!

And yet, I've not moved an inch.

He does not
know my story at all.

What is your story, Angelique?

Yes, yes, Angelique,
tell us your story.

Show me what I need to see.

Long ago,
right here in this home...

Long ago,
right here in this home...

Oh.

Well, the spirit
has chosen its vessel.

Please, take it away, Jana.

Do I see an angel
hovering over me?

You are dreaming, sir.

Well, if I am,
let me never awaken.

I am Angelique,
Captain DeMornay's daughter.

You were injured
in battle and brought here.

Then, I shall consider
that my good fortune.

That you lived.

That it's you who's
tending to my wounds.

It's as if destiny
played a hand.

You are not from here,
yet you fight for the colonies.

"The world is my country,
all mankind my brethren,

"and to do good is my religion."

You read Thomas Paine.

As do you.

It seems I am indeed
in the company of an angel.

That's all I'm getting.

Yes, yes. Me too. Me, too.

She has crossed over.

What a buffoon.

Yeah, she--
she has not crossed over.

Well, these things
take time, Jana.

Her love story
never had an ending.

No wonder she's stuck.

They're stuck.

What? What do you mean?

It's Malcolm.

I can feel him.
They're stuck.

Yes, I--
you know, I feel him, too.

That's right. He is--
he is stuck. You're right.

Is that the unfinished business?

Soulmates who need
to be reunited here

in order to cross over.

It must be.

But where is he?

Well, it's probably where
he drew his last breath.

Marion, do you happen to know

where Lieutenant
Buchanan was killed?

You could try the
Angstadt Historical Society.

Ken Myers over there

knows the history of
this town inside and out.

- Great.
- Yeah, thank you.

And they say
I have lost my touch.

And if you could make sure
the sound system works

in the ballroom
for the reception.

We shouldn't be gone too long.

- Okay, absolutely.
- Got it.

Thank you.

The fabulous Jean-Pierre
is here for the food tasting.

- Jean-Pierre: Ta-da!
- It's today.

Oh, we forgot about that.

Could you guys handle this, too?

- Him?
- The food? Yeah, yeah.

Hello, hello, who's ready
for an explosion of flavor?

Right over here, JP.

All right, there we go. Oh!

I-I am--
I am so sorry about that.

There will be no wedding.

Please stop.

No stopping until you've
at least tried my quiche.

- Quiche.
- I thought I made myself clear.

(all gasping)

Okay, this is
getting ridiculous.

No, it's not you, I promise.

Well, I didn't get much sleep
last night, but I mean, come on.

Is she in here, Jana?

- Yes.
- Angelique, please.

Do not play games with me.

We're gonna find Malcolm.

We think he's stuck
in the same realm as you.

Who are you talking to?

Both: Angelique.

You can find yourself
another caterer.

Oh, no, no, no, no!
Jean-Pierre! Jean-Pierre!

Angelique, please,
we're gonna find Malcolm.

We're gonna figure out
a way to get him to you.

Just give us more time.

I suggest you two hurry.

Okay, did everybody
else just see that?

Uh-huh.

- Okay, yep.
- Yeah.

- (blowing)
- What?

I like quiche.

Rachel: No!

Brian, no! Don't touch that.

Cool.

Ahh. You must be
the folks from the Keystone.

I pulled some artifacts
that might interest you.

Angelique DeMornay
and Malcolm Buchanan

are part of the local lore,

but Angelique doesn't
like to show herself.

Yeah, well, seems like
she's gotten over that.

Brian: Mm-hmm.

Their supposed anniversary
would have been this week.

The story goes they plan
to marry on October 13.

That's our wedding date.

Maybe adding some insult
to injury in this scenario.

Unfortunately, those two
were doomed from the start.

It will surely provoke
the ire of your father,

seeing his daughter out in
the field with the laborers.

Though, I suppose I don't
mind this fine company.

I am merely here to
see if you need help,

as you are not fully healed.

Of course. And I'm grateful to
your father for the employment.

In all our time together, you
never did say what brought you

from Scotland to our colonies.

I believe
in the equality of man.

There's no
difference between, say,

oh, I don't know,

a farm worker and a debutante.

How very progressive.

The promise of a new world,

where all man may be
free to exist, to live,

to love as they please.

So, I made passage
with my brother.

I became a patriot
and he found himself a lady,

and he married a few towns over.

I come across so few
honorable men in this war

and yet, here you are.

There are those who make us so.

I'm told you're to be
married to a fine gentleman.

Much the opposite.
When there are no eyes upon him,

he is quite
the charlatan, in fact.

Performance is his art.

It's rare to meet a lady of
such intelligence and sharp wit.

My fondness
for you is quite immense,

if I may be so familiar.

My own fondness
is equal to yours.

Angelique!

Your mother needs
your help with the baking.

Until later, then.

I shall think of nothing else.

No, please!

No touching
the artifacts, please.

They're quite precious.
Were he not attacked

by the British,
there's a good chance

that Malcolm might have died at
the hands of Angelique's father.

They were planning to run away.

They were eloping.

Her father was set on her
marrying Samuel Fremantle,

a gambler and a scoundrel
with nothing but a good name.

Oh, Angelique was pretty savvy.
I'm liking her more and more.

Well, you know,
except for the whole

trying to ruin
our wedding thing.

Both: Yeah.

Would you happen to
know the exact location

Malcolm was slain?

I do. He was ambushed

and taken to the jail
of the local British garrison.

He died there of his wounds
before he could be executed.

What? That's fascinating.

Oh, well,
if you find that fascinating,

we have a whole display
in the basement

that we've never been able
to show to the public.

I could give you
a guided tour if you'd like.

- Yes, yes.
- No, no.

I think just the location
for today, please.

Ah. Well, uh...
(clearing throat)

...X marks the spot.

Liberty's Son, a microbrewery
dedicated to Malcolm's memory.

Oh, okay. This has been
so helpful. Thank you.

- Brian: Thanks.
- Of course. Of course.

- Come on.
- Okay. All right.

* By yon bonnie banks *

* And by yon bonnie braes *

Are you feeling
anything in here?

No. Maybe just a little
annoyed by the singing.

What are you talking about?
This is a beautiful song.

* Where me and my true love *

* Will never meet again *

* On the bonnie, bonnie banks *

* Of Loch Lomond *

- Jana: Right?
- Brian: Very good.

You have such a nice voice.

Karaoke's Tuesdays, honey.
What can I get you?

Ooh, can I try the
haggis and Harps IPA? And, uh...

Oh, same for me, please.

You got it.

Can you... Yeah.

Hey, can I ask, have you
ever seen any, like,

strange occurrences around here?

I own a bar, handsome,
what do you think?

Oh, that's right.
I'm engaged. Fiancé.

I don't think he--

he means strange in a
supernatural way.

Oh, ghost hunters. Come here
to check out the Keystone?

Uh, yeah, something like that.

Um, but have you ever
experienced any phenomena

in the pub or
maybe just outside?

Uh... shot a TV show here once

before I bought the place.

Aye. What an idiot he was.

Are you that angelic voice

luring me as a siren
to the rocks?

Ahh...

What I wouldn't give
for a mere sip

of good stout.

(gasping)
It's actually an IPA.

Malcolm Buchanan, I presume?

You presume correct, milady.

Yeah, well, the kilt
was kind of the giveaway.

Thank the heavens
someone can finally see me.

It's a tough road for a man
to be invisible, you know.

That's...

It's like looking in a mirror.

- Aye.
- And a time machine.

Aye, you're a handsome fella
too, that's for sure.

Thank you. So are you.

Well, I suppose you
lot are looking for me.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry, wow.
Yeah, we need to talk to you.

Well, seeing as I've
been fixed here for centuries

with nary a glance,
I'm at your service.

- Oh.
- I don't--

Never do that again.

I don't know why I did that.

I'm nervous.

Are you telling me my bonnie
bride is still waiting for me?

I thought I was
alone in this world.

It is a cruel fate
to find yourself in, eh?

You aren't kidding. But you are
the key to appeasing Angelique,

so that we can
get married on Sunday.

Oh, could you not
marry somewhere else?

No! No! We are getting married
at the Keystone Manor on Sunday.

It is happening.

Yeah, I mean, we've been--
she's planning for months

and our guests have booked
plane tickets, and hotel rooms,

and they've taken
time off work, and she's...

My lassie always
was a fiery one.

Anyway, we-- we think
you might be stuck here

because your love story
never got its conclusion.

Aye, to see my bride again...

I'd surely give my right arm
to leave this wretched pub.

Why? The beer is great.

- Brian...
- Oh, sorry.

Brian...

We want to help you and
Angelique to be reunited.

Who's Angelique?

Huh? Oh, no.

Weirdos.

Yeah.

I hate that man.

Well, I think I might
know someone who can help.

- Not Earl.
- Earl.

- Brian: Yeah.
- Jana: No.

- Yes.
- Brian...

- I trust him completely. W...
- Um...

- Brian: Hey.
- Oh, good, you're back.

- Steve: Hey.
- What's going on in here?

Rachel: Cooking.

- Lots of it.
- Yeah.

Marion's giving us a crash
course on wedding catering.

We're full service
here at the Keystone.

I think I'm really getting the
hang of this cooking thing.

- Oh.
- Close.

Got it, got it.

Well, since ghost number one
chased away the caterer

while you two were out
hunting ghost number two,

Marion started
planning the menu.

So, we're assisting with prep.

Oh, you should taste the wine.

Yes.

So, how did it go? Did you
find your war hero ghost?

You know, saying that
out loud will never feel normal.

We did, and he's in the
same predicament as Angelique.

He can't leave
this brewery in town.

But you know what?
Earl's on top of it.

He just texted me,
told me he has a plan.

So, I think...

Right? Yeah?

So, how'd it go over here today?
Any more happenings?

Actually,
it's been eerily quiet.

Except for Steve, who likes to
sing way off-key when he cooks.

It's very jarring.

It relaxes me.

Well, maybe Angelique
has settled down.

This happens from time to time.

There'll be an upset
and then she's just done.

All right.

- All right, well...
- Oh. Is there red?

Or you can stick with white.

Or white. White is fine.

Nice choice.

Well, then,
I would like to propose a toast

to nothing else going wrong,

and to Marion and the best
friends anyone could ask for.

All: Cheers.

(glasses clinking)

(coughing)

Rachel: Is that--
is that vinegar?

Steve: Yeah, a bit tart.

Just spit it out, spit it out.

Okay, all of these have
been turned into vinegar.

How does that happen?

Yeah, I don't think
that she's settled down.

Angelique, show yourself.

Aah! That was fast.

Turning all that wine
into vinegar was very powerful.

- And you are not.
- That's true.

I do not see my Malcolm here,
as you promised.

I know, but we did find him,

and he's just as
heartbroken as you are.

I do not believe you.
Were that true,

he would surely move heaven
and earth to come to me.

He would. But just like you,

he's stuck in the place where he
took his last breath.

Has he longed for me
as I have longed for him?

He's thought of
nothing else for centuries.

I'm so sorry, Angelique.
No one should have to experience

this kind of pain
for an eternity.

You do not know pain.
No one knows.

- Oh, I do.
- Here we go.

I was left once too, and I
never thought I would recover.

But-- but, I...

I think I know of a way to
reunite you and Malcolm.

I have given you much time.
Bring him to me.

You will not like what happens
to your wedding if you do not.

All right, okay.

Her little temper tantrums
seemed to be escalating, huh?

It's not
a temper tantrum, Brian.

It's grief disguised as anger.

I mean, I know that
feeling of being robbed

of what you thought
your life would be.

Is that the life you want?

- What?
- What Alec was gonna give you,

the condos
and the cars and the 401k?

No, Brian, I'm not emotional
right now because of Alec;

it's because of you.

I see the pain
in Angelique's eyes

and I don't know what I would do

if that ever
happened to me again,

if I couldn't be with you.

I don't know why,

but I feel like we can
figure this out on our own.

It's like my grandmother said,

she said you'll know,
and I do, Brian.

We're a little out
of our depth here.

We don't have much time.

And I feel that, together,
we can accomplish anything.

I do, too.

Anything, you know, except this.

We're going to
figure something out.

Gather around.

I have procured the instrument

that will save the
celebration of your union.

Thank you, Earl. We owe you.

Oh, don't worry about it.

It's all itemized
on your invoice.

(clearing throat)
Behold!

A genuine, bona fide
19th-century ghost house.

- Really?
- Cool.

Mm-hmm. Now, who remembers the
famous haunting of Lady Winifred

at Parker Manse?

- Brian?
- No.

- Oh, yeah.
- No.

Well, this is the
very ghost house used

by the famous medium Constance
Lafarge that fateful night.

Now, it is said Madame Lafarge
gained her clairvoyance

when she freed
the spirits within. Thus--

Riveting!
What's the point here, Earl?

Young lady...

remember, you are an academic.

- Yes.
- My level of expertise

doesn't fall within your science
world, does it?

Oh, no,
it definitely does not, no.

Hmm. So, stay within your lane.

- Oh...
- Oh.

- Earl: Thank you very much.
- Hey.

Right, so, all you do
is open the door

and entice the spirit inside,

and once it's inside,
you close it,

and bam, trapped.

Just like a genie
in Aladdin's lamp.

Oh, well, now I feel stupid
for doubting you two.

Right?

Oh. Oh, that's very big of you.

Now, we need to trap
in order to free.

We trap in order to free.

- With me.
- All: Trap in order to free.

- No.
- All: Trap in order to free.

- Louder!
- All: Trap in order to free!

- Stop it!
- All right. Right.

Now, once the spirit's inside,

you simply take it wherever
you like, open the door--

Steve: Ow!

--reunite lost lovers,

and they live
happily ever after.

Well-- well, they don't live,
you know, because they're dead.

Actually, that's true.

Okay, so, you expect me
to believe that we can

physically move the ghost

from one place to the other
in this "ghost house".

Yeah, it's foolproof.

Right?

Behold, a genuine--

We've seen it.

All right.
(clearing throat)

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

No, no, I'm sorry,
I'm not sensing his presence.

I'm standing right here.

Uh, he's--
he's standing right there.

- Hmm?
- Right there.

Yes. Yes!

Yes, yes, I can feel
he just joined us.

Who is this daft walloper?

- That's Earl.
- That makes sense.

Okay, Earl, um, I got this one.

Oh. All right.

Though, it is an
impressive miniature.

And you're certain this can
reunite me with my beloved?

Well, we---

we don't have a lot of options,
but if you could have seen

Angelique's face when
we told her we found you...

Oh, that face is
burned into my memory.

I never feared anything
like the terror

that she might not
love me back,

and I've stared down
the barrel of a British musket.

Oh, I can relate.

Huh?

Yeah, no. Oh, no.

Not to the--
to the musket thing.

Right.

I'm not even really
sure what a musket is.

But when you meet someone
that makes you feel complete...

...you almost feel
unworthy of that love.

"My bounty is
as boundless as the sea,

"My love as deep,
the more I give to thee"

by Sir William Shakespeare.

"Just in case you ever
foolishly forget;

"I'm never not thinking of you."
Virginia Woolf.

Oh, oh, uh, "Floating
like the heavens above,

"looks like muskrat love."
The Captain and Tennille.

That's a good one.
Yeah, I won't forget that.

It's good.

So, what'd I miss?

What?

Oh! Right! I guess we should
get to it then, right?

Tick-tock, huh?

So, how am I supposed to fit
through that wee little door?

He wants to know the plan.

Hmm? Oh, yes. Okay, well,

tell him he needs to concentrate

and make his spirit small,

very, very small. Tiny, even.

And then, he needs to imagine
that his spirit resides inside.

Ah...

Ha.

How scientific.

It is scientific, Jana.

Well, whatever you say, sir.
Here we go.

Bottoms up, as they say.

Okay. You've got this.

(electricity buzzing)

(Jana chuckling)
I can't believe it.

Brian: It's-- it's working.
It's working!

Jana: Brian, it's working!

(straining)

Earl: Can you believe it, Brian?

(all gasping)

(coughing)

Sorry about that.

I guess I don't know
my own strength.

I guess my work here is done.

(coughing)

Jana, darling,
what time is the wedding?

Get... out.

Hey! No smoking!

What is wrong with you people?

It's always
something with that man.

Angelique:
I do not believe a word you say.

(wind gusting)

You lie!
You have not seen Malcolm.

It is trickery,
so that you may wed.

I understand your pain,
Angelique,

but I promise,
we did find Malcolm

and we're figuring out
how to bring him to you.

And I'll prove it to you.

We won't stop until
you're reunited.

We just need
a little bit more time.

You okay?

Oh!

Is everything all right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Great!

Well, your parents just arrived.

Oh.

Jana: Oh, my gosh,

they cannot go in there
when she's like this.

I know,
but what are we gonna do?

I don't know. Stall?
Oh! Oh, Marion, the hayride.

I want you to throw every penny
imaginable at the hayride.

I want to rent it out
for the entire day.

- Yes, got it.
- Thank you, thank you. Mom!

Hello, hello, hello, darling.

Oh, Mom, how are you?

Oh! Mwah!

- Good to see you. Hello.
- Dad.

I hope this place
has firm mattresses.

My back is killing me.

Oh. Evelyn, hi.

Stop complaining, Vern.
No one cares.

Oh, Mom, wait.

Waylon, actually,
who's not there right now,

but he can
help you with the bags

and you can take
them up to the room.

- Okay. Well--
- No, no!

You can't go in because--
you can't go in

because we have the thing,
the-- the--

Oh, we have
a special surprise...

for you guys, just you guys,

Welcome to the wedding.

Yes, our wonderful,
wonderful parents.

We've arranged a VIP hayride

through the rustic trails
of Angstadt. So, yay!

Well, I'd like to go
freshen up first. It was a--

Oh, Mom,
it's so good to see you.

Oh, my goodness.

It is just a two-hour ride,

and you're gonna be more than
pampered on the hayride.

So, they have the--

We have the champagne...

Both: Champagne and charcuterie.

All the trimmings.

Here come my allergies.

(whinnying)

(sneezing)
Is this real hay?

Oh, loosen up, Vern.

Dad, are you okay?

Brian: Got them all?

- Everyone have one?
- Oh, yeah, you bet.

Everyone cheers to the beginning

of a fun-filled,
relaxing weekend.

All: Cheers!

(sneezing)

- (whinnying)
- Vern: Whoa!

Hey! How long is this ride?

Okay, we have some charcuterie.
I guess Waylon smoked the meat.

- (sneezing)
- All: Oh!

- Jana: Dad!
- Vern: I'm sorry! I'm sorry.

- Another napkin.
- (coughing)

Hey, isn't this fun?

All: No!

- Oh!
- Oh, no.

All: Oh!

So, uh-- so, Marion was saying

that all of the farms around
here are family run,

or they used to be back
in the day, and, uh,

they would average
around 130 to 135 acres.

You know, Brian,
you have some ancestors

who came from this very area
on your father's side.

What? I thought
we were all from Chicago.

No. Your dad's family
originally settled here.

He had a great love of the area.

That's why we moved to Philly
after you were born.

Huh. And here,

I thought it was 'cause he liked
the Eagles more than the Bears.

- Your family settled here.
- Yeah.

So, maybe the
resemblance to Malcolm

is not just a coincidence.

Um, do you still have access
to that ancestry site?

Uh, yeah. I mean,
I haven't checked it in a while,

but I don't think it expires.

I'll check it when we get back.

Yeah, okay. And we need to
bring Angelique some proof,

so that she doesn't think we're
just stringing her along

about Malcolm;
that'll buy us some time.

That's true.
We need to stop.

- I know.
- We need an excuse.

Yeah, we need an excuse.
Uh, can--

can you please stop the hayride?

- Yes!
- Oh, wonderful.

Wonderful. Thank you.

What's wrong?
Why are we stopping here?

Brian: Oh, it's nothing.
It's not a big deal.

We just--
we just have to go.

Yeah, something for the wedding
that we totally forgot,

and we-- we need
to go do that now.

I'll help.

Both: No!

(crosstalking indistinctly)

It's fine. It's fine. Enjoy.

Jana: Here, Dad, drink this;
it'll make it better.

- Take care.
- Jana: Bye. Have so much fun.

- Steve, sorry. You--
- Steve: We can come with you.

- You got it.
- Enjoy. Enjoy. Have fun.

Why won't you let us leave?

- Bye, guys.
- Giddy up Tex! Go! Go!

All: No!

I can understand
why she's upset.

It's starting to get a wee bit
frustrated with you lot myself.

Yeah. We-- we just need you
to share a memory with us,

like a moment.

Something that she would
know only came from you.

(thunder crashing)

You will marry Samuel Fremantle.

There is to be
no more discussion.

But I love Malcolm, Father.

It's not about love, Angelique.

It is an arrangement
with a suitable husband.

Malcolm could never
provide for your needs,

and I will not have my daughter
marry one beneath her.

You will wed Samuel Fremantle
or you will be on your own.

We cannot wait any longer.

I am to marry
Samuel in six days.

Then I shall come
for you in four.

I'll get my affairs
in order at once.

Then, I will be yours,
and you will be mine.

Forever and ever.

I have no ring to give.
But...

swear on this.

(gasping)

My medal of valor,

granted to me by General
Washington himself.

I entrust it to you
until my return.

"A heaven on earth
I have won by wooing thee."

The most beautiful words
anyone has ever spoken to me.

They are the Bard's, my love.

William Shakespeare.

And they speak
straight to my heart.

Then, I shall hold those words
close in my heart, as well,

forever and ever.

Until we meet again.

Four days.

"A heaven on earth
I have won by wooing thee."

Pen?

She'll understand.

All right,
I'll relay the message.

Oh, that's fine penmanship
you've got there.

Yeah, you should
have been a doctor.

I wanted to be a doctor.

And all of a sudden,
I'm happy I'm dead.

"A heaven on earth
I have won by wowing thee."

No, sweetie, it's "wooing".

Wooing, "wooing thee".

With the words of Shakespeare,

he made me a promise
he could not keep.

A promise he wants to keep now.

Please, bring him back to me.

We're doing everything we can.

(thunder crashing)

Hey, look at this.

Yeah, my family was definitely
in this area in 1885.

I just-- I need to--

I need to trace back
several earlier generations

to see if I have any
connection to Malcolm Buchanan.

* And you take *

* The high road *

Keep looking. I'm going
to go talk to her, okay?

Okay.

* And I'll be in Scotland *

* Afore thee... *

Angelique, may I sit?

If you must.

I'm so sorry that our wedding

has stirred up
all this grief for you.

You see my suffering, and
Malcolm's, as well,

yet you do nothing about it,
despite your promises.

I know it may seem that way,
but I promise,

Brian is working
on something right now.

And I want you to know that I
don't just hear your story,

I feel it deep down in my soul.

And I want you to have
your happily ever after

as much as I want my own.

You were left once
broken-hearted, as well.

It was a little different
than your situation,

but on the day of our wedding,

he sent me a text saying he
wasn't ready for marriage.

And then, five months later,
he married someone else.

I know not what a text is,
but how very rude.

I believe that you and
Malcolm are stuck here

because a love as powerful
as yours has to sustain,

even in death.

Perhaps the connection with your
Brian is equally as powerful.

I hope so.

But sometimes, things that
seem too good to be true are.

And many times, they are not.

You were so sure about
Malcolm from the beginning.

How did you know that
he was your soulmate?

When you cannot
live without him,

and you cannot die without him,
that is how you know.

I wish I had that clarity,

but it's scary to put
your trust in someone

when you've been
let down in the past.

Wow, I can't believe I'm sitting
here, confiding in a ghost.

You were lucky.

You get to choose.

In my youth,
all decisions were made for me.

Malcolm was the first man

ever to take an interest in me
for me and not for my family.

He wanted to know my mind.

We spoke of politics,

literature, religion--

subjects quite
unbecoming for a young lady.

But for once, I was truly seen.

That's how I feel about you.

This intelligent,

exceptional,
beautiful woman chose me...

...gets me, loves me.

And I don't know what
I did to get so lucky.

It seems we are not
so different after all.

Love is love, no matter the era.

I found something
that might be helpful.

It seems Lieutenant Buchanan
is one of my ancestors.

It is impossible.
Malcolm had no children.

No, he didn't.
But his brother did.

Alistair. I met him once.

He came to visit
when Malcolm was unwell.

I am Malcolm's

great-great-great great--

there may be a
few more greats in there--

grand-nephew.

So, maybe the
ancestral connection

is the reason you and I are the
only ones that can see them.

Mm-hmm.

You share his DNA, and I...

You're soulmates.
You're already connected.

Yeah, I suppose
that's a possibility.

Well, there's another medium,
Claudia Ling.

She may know how to help us.

Brian, we don't
need another person.

Please...

I need my Malcolm back.

I cannot remain
in this much pain forever.

It is too much
for anyone to bear.

Steve: So, I met Brian
in Little League.

I was six years old,
and I was-- I was terrible.

(chuckling)

So, Brian invited me
back to his house

to practice with him and his dad

because that's
the kind of guy he is.

He would do anything
to help a friend.

And that hasn't
changed in 24 years.

Brian, I'm so sorry that your
dad couldn't be here today.

But I know

that he's looking down on you
and he is so proud

of the man that-- well,
that you've always--

(sighing)
--that you've always been.

Okay, uh...

to Brian.

Can somebody else...

Okay, I've got something to say.

Oh, no, you don't.

Okay, it's my turn.

When life throws you
a curve ball, you can crumble

or persevere.

Jana wasn't
gonna let it break her.

And though dating
wasn't on her radar,

in walks Brian,

with the latest ghost-hunting
equipment money can buy,

to show her that it's safe
to open your heart again

when it's right.

I'm so proud of you, Jana.

And so thankful to you, Brian,
for seeing in her

what we always have.

(coughing)

Hey, you okay?

I think I just-- just
inhaled a bit of the smoke.

With all that smudging you do,

I would have thought
you'd be used to it by now.

What is smudging, anyway?
It sounds unhealthy.

It's...

Brian thinks that spirits can
attach themselves to objects.

A week ago, I would have
thought somebody was crazy

for saying that and now it's me,
I'm the crazy one.

(laughing)

You're not! You're not.

Do you really think that spirits
can attach themselves to things?

Well, I mean if the spirit
had an emotional connection

to the object,
then yeah, absolutely.

We are doing a full sweep of the
house when we get back, Vern.

What if we were to bring
something of Angelique's

to Malcolm
with her spirit attached?

Oh, I can't believe
I didn't think of it before.

All those antiques in her room,

she must be
connected to one of them.

Yes. Yeah, let's do it.

See? We don't need anybody else.
We've got this, you and me.

Rachel said that
you were looking for me.

Oh, Marion, yes. We need to
find something in this room

that had sentimental
value to Angelique.

Oh, I'm so sorry,

but nothing in here ever
belonged to the DeMornays.

Well, what about all this stuff?

Antiques that I've
collected over the years.

I wanted to
make it feel like home,

but all of her actual
possessions would be long gone.

What about the paintings?

The one over the fireplace
or Malcolm's portrait?

Both commissioned
after their deaths.

(sighing)

Maybe-- maybe we can't
do this on our own.

Should I call Claudia Ling?

No, we should--
we should go talk to Malcolm.

Maybe he has something that once
belonged to him. Right, Marion?

Malcolm died in a jail
and he's stuck in a bar.

Okay, but I still think
the logical thing to do

would be to focus on Malcolm.
Marion agrees.

Uh...

You think the
contents of his pockets

have been under a
bar stool for 240 years,

and they built
the bar around him?

Sure, that sounds reasonable.

That's not helpful, Brian.

I'm sorry, but neither of us
know the solution here.

Claudia Ling might.

Fine. Go ahead and
bring in another outsider

and I'm gonna go talk
to Malcolm. Thank you, Marion.

Take it from someone
who's been divorced...

twice, follow her.

What you looking at?

Oh, well, well, well,
look who it is.

A couple
who takes great pleasure

in teasing a man in love.

Oh, yeah.
Um, believe it or not,

we-- we're actually
trying to help, Malcolm.

- And a fine job you're doing.
- By any chance,

is there an object around here
that belonged to you?

Something special
from when you were alive?

Oh, come on.
We're wasting our time, Jana.

Actually, there is one thing.

Really?

A medal of valor.

A symbol of the injury,

that fate brought me to
Angelique's door.

And it meant a lot to you?

With it,

I sealed my promise of my
undying love to Angelique.

Uh...
Oh, excuse me!

Hey, what can I get ya?
Book of matches? Gasoline?

What are we burning down today?

Yeah, sorry about that again.

- Right.
- That's fair.

Um, the medal on the wall,
by any chance,

would you be willing to,
like, loan it out?

Malcolm Buchanan's medal is
the centerpiece of this place.

What do you guys want it for?

Well, it has historical
significance to our wedding.

And-- and--

uh, Malcolm Buchanan happens
to be one of my ancestors.

- Yeah.
- So...

Is that so?

That's why you're so easy
on the eyes then, eh?

Both of them.

We would really love

to show it off at
our wedding to our family,

and it has deep, deep
sentimental value for us.

It would mean so much.

Aww, that's sweet.

Well, in that case, $2,400.

- What?!
- Oh... that's random.

I was short for that!

Any wiggle room?

- Do I look like I wiggle?
- Brian: Okay.

Bartender:
Last offer, no refunds.

We have to.

- Going... going...
- Brian: Okay.

Okay, okay, okay, just take it.
I don't want to see.

Yeah, I'll take plastic.

(sighing)
Okay,

well, I promise we're going to
guard it with our lives.

I don't care what you
do with it. It's yours now.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! You guys,
what did I say? No!

Man: Here you go!

Bartender: That's it! Okay!

Stupid hooligans!

- That man is a buffoon.
- Bartender: Get out!

Get out of my bar! Keep moving!

Okay, well,
here's the medal. Um...

This is--

it's kind of
like the ghost house,

but just please, please
don't destroy it this time.

Remember what it meant to you--

the honor, the glory,

the promise of a new life
with your beautiful bride.

*

It's working.

I can feel it.

I'm connected to it.

Take it.

Take it. Take it to her.
I'll follow it.

- Go!
- Come on.

Let's go.

Yes! Yes!

Malcolm, come on!

We did it! Come on!

What are you guys waiting for?

Let's go! Let's get him home!

I'm outside.

I'm outside!

We're gonna get you to her!

- Watch out!
- Come on!

- Jana: Brian! Oh!
- No!

(medal plopping in water)

No!

Man:
Hey, time out, boys, time out.

Okay, yeah,
hit the showers. Grab a beer.

Oh, Brian...

Blasted.

If you don't mind,

I'm gonna go
shed a tear over my lot,

and I'd rather
the lady not see it.

Hey, don't worry. We're gonna
figure something out, okay?

I think it needs a little more--
oh, maybe something on the top.

A little on the nose, Marion.

Don't most wedding cakes

or whatever this is
come already decorated?

Steve:
It's a cupcake tower, madam.

A what?

A cupcake tower.

We are full service here
at the Keystone.

I'm the caterer, the baker,
and I can even be

a pretty good bartender
when I put my mind to it.

(chuckling)

And we begged to help
because this is something

that I've always wanted to do.

Um, has anyone heard
from the florist?

Oh, they'll be here
first thing in the morning.

- Great.
- Any word from the war hero?

Um, yes and no.

Last night did
not go as planned.

I don't know how
to tell Angelique.

So, you have failed again?

(Brian sighing)

I'm sorry, Angelique, yes.

Angelique? Who's Angelique?

- Oh.
- Um...

- Uh, she...
- It's funny...

That's an inside joke.

- Yes.
- For Steve.

- Right. Steve.
- 'Cause you hate cake.

- Jana: Doesn't like cake.
- Remember? That you hate cake.

- It was funny.
- Yes, that's...

You promised
and you have failed again.

There will be no wedding.

- (wind gusting)
- (shrieking)

- My cake...
- It's completely ruined.

What on earth just happened?

Marion: Not to worry.

We'll just, uh,
whip up another one.

- Is that what we'll do?
- Marion: Yeah.

Oh, a better one.

Yes, a better one, much better.

Give me a minute.

Rachel: Okay. It was a lot of
work, I know.

It's heart-breaking,
but we'll...

Waylon! Come on.

(grumbling)

Hey, there you are.

I have your bouquet
from the shower,

if you want to use it
for the rehearsal.

Are you okay?

Not really. I just...

This is supposed to be the
happiest weekend of my life

and it's a complete mess.

Jana, do not go there.

This is what happened with Alec.
He was pulling away

and I pretended that
everything was fine.

Okay, but...

you know, this is a
completely different scenario.

I mean, there were
zero ghosts last time.

I wish there was more
I could do to help.

Are you kidding?
You've been amazing,

you and Steve both.

Okay.

You two seem to
be getting along well.

Yeah.

Okay, he's not
who I thought he was.

Gosh, it's funny how
this ghost has been the catalyst

to bringing you and
Steve closer together,

but me and Brian further apart,

and my wedding
hangs in the balance... again.

You are getting
married tomorrow.

(chattering)

Ooh! Oh!

Is something wrong with...
No, no, no, no, no, no.

You can't quit! Not now!
We need you!

What? What happened?

It has not been an easy morning.

Okay, you know what?
We will just power through.

It's gonna be fine.

Oh, no!

- Great start.
- Oh, no!

These were although
l blooming this morning.

We've got nine other
arrangements just like this.

(chuckling nervously)
You know what?

Waylon, can we maybe
just get rid of those?

Get rid of them.
I can't even look at them.

Okay.

I'd stand up here and quote
Plato for my father's guests.

- "Music!"
- She's right there.

- "Soul to the universe."
- What is she pointing at?

"Wings to the mind,
flight to the imagination,

"and charm and gaiety
to life and to everything."

Well, she's a lot of things,
but she is well-read.

I was to behave as expected

and deprived of my happiness.

Had we not been forced to sneak
off under the cover of night,

Malcolm would
have never been killed.

(wind gusting)

Oh!

(thunder crashing)

My goodness,
the weather has turned.

Looks like we might not
have a wedding after all.

Don't say that.

We'll just get Waylon
to check the, uh--

the weather report.

Meanwhile, why don't we go
inside and have some scones

and tea, until we have
this all figured out.

Ugh.

(sighing)
So, many issues

with this so-called
manor, darling.

I would ask for my money back,

but since you refuse to
let me contribute this time,

I will, as usual,
keep my mouth shut.

Now, come, come.

We have to talk about
this humidity, darling,

but your skin
does look amazing.

Scone?

No, thank you.

So, you were right
about Claudia Ling.

What'd she say?

She said we need to find
something that belonged to them

and attach their spirits to it.

- Well, that's a fresh idea.
- Yeah.

How much did that cost us?

Oh, you know,
it wasn't that much.

I put in a call to a guy who
does these Houdini séances.

He's pretty booked up,
but maybe he could help.

(sighing)

It's not supposed
to be this way, Brian.

No, I know.

It's supposed to be
moist and delicious.

That's just gross.

No, no. This is not how

we're supposed to be
starting our lives together.

Look at Angelique and Malcolm.

Nothing could fracture
their love, not even death.

And we can't even get through
our wedding rehearsal

without something going
disastrously wrong.

Hey, hey, hey. It's okay.

It's just a speed bump.
All right?

I'm gonna put out more feelers.

I want you to be
in this with me.

It almost feels like,

if we can give them their
happily ever after,

then we can get ours, too,
and that's why we're here.

No, it's not.

No, we're here to pledge
our lives to each other,

and it's starting to
seem like you care more

about Angelica Malcolm
than you do about you and me.

Unless that's the point.

What point? What are you--
what are you talking about?

I don't know. I...

Sabotage our wedding, maybe,
so you don't get hurt again?

You can't really believe that.

Well, what do you propose we do?

I don't know. I don't know.

We could walk through the fields
where they had their rendezvous

or meditate or something.

It's clear we have
a connection to them.

We don't have time for afternoon
strolls and meditation circles.

The wedding is tomorrow, Jana.

What I know is when
we put our heads together,

we can accomplish anything.

But you refuse to
put your trust in that,

so who's doing
the sabotaging here?

(sighing)
Man...

- Good evening.
- (gasping)

(gasping)

I know you can't knock,
but there has to be

some sort of ghost equivalent.

Perhaps I could precede my
entrance with a nice breeze.

(wind gusting)

Yep, that works.

I do feel I must apologize
for things going so awry.

I suppose I do not know
my own power at times.

I'm sorry, too.

I wanted so much to do this
for you and Malcolm,

as if I had
the power through you

to prove that
true love really does exist.

Like, that might somehow
erase the pain of my past.

Do not despair.

Perhaps if it is
not you to reunite us,

then it will be another.

Your presence has shown me
that love does indeed persevere.

Nothing would keep me from
Malcolm were he not killed

and I will never give up on him.

I cannot.

Nor can you.

That is the blessing
and the curse of soulmates.

You're stuck with each other.

For eternity.

You have a chance
tomorrow that I did not.

Do not allow your fears
to get in the way.

So, you're going to
allow this wedding to happen?

Perhaps.

(wind gusting)

(chattering)

They're lovely.

Angelique!

Maybe don't do that to people.

Malcolm had bought me a ring,
and one for himself, as well.

They were on his person
when they captured him.

I asked for them to be returned
to me, but they were not.

He was revered,

a soldier for the colonies
to be honored in death.

But still, my father would not
allow his rings in our home.

A sad end to a forgotten love
story that was not to be.

You're not forgotten.

They built a tavern
to honor him,

and the Historical Society
still tells your story.

The Historical Society...

I'm sorry,
I need to talk to Jana.

It's just all so unresolved.

I should go talk to him
and make sure we're okay.

It's bad luck for him to
see you before the wedding.

No, it's bad luck for him to see
the dress before the wedding.

(knocking)

Brian, she's getting ready.

Yeah, I know, I know.
I just-- I need to talk to Jana.

It's okay, Brian. Angelica's
going to let us get married.

I know, I know, but we all
deserve our happy ending.

Rach, can you stall everyone,
please? As long as you can.

Stall?
How am I supposed to stall?

I don't know.
Ask your boyfriend, Steve.

Hey, I'll tell you
about this on the way,

but you and me, we got this.

Okay.

He's not--
he's not my boyfriend!

Okay, so,
we're gonna need to stall.

Brian and Jana
had to go into town.

They think they
have a lead on something.

Is that why it's
so quiet here this morning?

- Yeah.
- I've managed to reassemble

the tower without incident
or apparition or in-laws.

Thank you for that, by the way.

It's not as good as it was,
but it'll do.

Wow.
I think it's just beautiful.

So do I.

- Snacks. Uh...
- Rachel: What?

We should give
snacks to everybody.

- Yes, good idea.
- Yeah.

Oh, there's no room
for my snickerdoodles.

Okay, wait.
You made snickerdoodles?

Oh, you have so much
to learn about me.

I can't wait.

- Steve!
- Yeah?

- Small fire!
- What?!

- There's a small fire!
- Marion!

I told you!
You had one job! One job!

Oh, hey, buddy.

Oh, boy.

Brian, what are you doing?

- I met a dog.
- Come on.

Ah, back for the tour. Splendid.

Not quite. We were actually
hoping that maybe you had

something that might've
belonged to Malcolm.

I thought you might be back.

The contents of his saddlebag--

spectacles,

some coins...

...and these.

The rings.

Ken, would you mind

if we borrowed these just
for, like, a couple hours.

I could never let an artifact
leave the Historical Society.

Ken, you would be
doing a great service

to two people who
are hopelessly in love

and have been waiting an
eternity to be together.

Never let it be said

that an old archivist
doesn't understand love.

Thank you. We will
guard them with our lives.

- Oh!

- Aah!
- Oh my...

- Got 'em.
- Good catch.

- Got 'em.
- Sorry, Ken. Sorry, Ken.

- Brian: Thanks, Ken.
- Jana: Sorry, Ken.

- (bridal march playing)
- Nope. Not yet, Waylon. No.

Both: Oh! I'm so sorry.

Are you okay? Okay.

This way. Yeah.

- More champagne?
- Vern: Oh, thank you.

Ah, snickerdoodle.

- Oh, don't mind if I do.
- You've already had two.

- Enough is enough.
- Vern: Oh, three is enough.

Tell me it isn't
happening again, Rachel.

It absolutely is not.

They-- they will be--
they will be right back,

I promise.

Chin, chin.
(chuckling nervously)

(chuckling)

Phew!

Brian: Malcolm!

It's your wedding day.

I helped, too.

Brian, please.

Steve: Okay.

Both:
Who's ready to have a good time?

Steve: Anybody?

Angelique.
Angelique, come out.

You were not able
to find anything.

My bonnie bride.

Even more beautiful

than the memory that's
been seared into my brain.

Malcolm, it is really you.

You've really come back.

Aye. As real as the day is long.

I can feel you.

I haven't been able to
touch anything at all,

but I can touch you.

'Tis the same for me.

Okay. All right, guys, maybe--

maybe there'll be time
for that after the wedding.

Brian, you're interrupting, man.

Okay, well, they're just
going to keep going.

It's time to
complete the circle.

Go. Your guests await.

Jana and Brian have chosen
to write their own vows.

I promise to cherish you

and never let you forget the
gift that you are in my life.

I promise to put my
trust in you, now and forever,

and to never
question your love for me.

I vow to have the
patience that love demands,

to speak when words are needed,

and to share in the silence
when they are not.

I promise to be your hearth.

to keep a flame alive
for you in my heart.

Now, do you, Brian, take Jana
to be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

I do, Angelique.

And do you, Jana, take Brian to
be your lawfully wedded husband?

I do.

I do, Malcolm.

Then, by the power vested in me

by the Commonwealth
of Pennsylvania,

I now pronounce
you husband and wife.

You may kiss your bride.

(guests cheering, applauding)

Sorry.

(both chuckling)

* Ooh, yeah, yeah *

* Tonight,
until we see the sun rise *

* Tonight,
dancing in the moonlight *

* Tonight,
come on, get it started *

* Take my hand and
let's make it right *

* Keep on dancin'
all through the night *

* Tonight,
until we see the sun rise *

* Tonight,
dancing in the moonlight *

"A heaven on Earth
I have won, by wooing thee."

That's by Shakespeare.

"Love will keep us together"
by Captain and Tennille.

The Captain and Tennille.

- Thank you.
- The Captain.

So, together for all eternity.

Doesn't sound too bad, does it?

Not at all.

(Malcolm clearing throat)

Again, we give our many thanks.

And apologies
for the disturbances.

You taught us that a great love
is worth fighting for.

And that, sometimes, when things
seem to be falling apart,

it's just to make you
stronger together.

Words to live by, indeed.

I'll see you on
the other side, friend.

Tell my grandma thanks
and that I love her.

* Oh, I'll take the high road *

* And you take the low road *

* And I'll be in Scotland *

* Before thee *

* Where me and my true love *

* Shall surely meet again *

* On the bonnie, bonnie banks *

* Of Loch Lomond *

(wind gusting)

(disco music playing)

(gasping)
Look!

Brian: Huh.

(Jana gasping)

Never thought I'd see the day.

Oh!

Um, I have one last
surprise for you.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Brian: Okay.

* Love *

* Love will keep us together *

* Think of me babe, whenever *

* Some sweet-talking
girl comes along *

* Singing her song *

* Don't mess around,
you've just got to be strong, *

* Just stop 'cause
I really love you, *

* Stop, I've been
thinking of you *

* Look in my heart
and let love *

* Keep us together *

* Whatever *

(guests cheering, applauding)

*