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- Bless her.
Here we are! Come on in.
- Oh, thank you. - You're welcome!
- Wow. - It shuts by itself.
- Okay, okay. - Yeah, we'll shut the door.
So this house has four bedrooms,
three bathrooms,
three-car garage out back.
Looks like they updated the flooring.
Bathrooms are updated.
- A lot of character.
- [Andrew] Yeah.
- This home sits on two beautiful acres
and it's all for under 500,000.
- Yeah. I mean, it's nice.
I just, it's...
It's a little high
for a house that's been on the market this long.
- You know, a year ago, this home sold for 1.2 million.
- Wow.
I mean, still, that's a year ago.
- Well, look, I understand.
Six months on the market is a long time,
but it's no fault of its own, really.
- Why is that?
- Ned and Mary Boyne?
- Uh... - No.
(Andrew chuckles) I'm so familiar.
- So the neighborhood has not recovered
from the investigation.
So don't let that scare you off.
- "Investigation"? (chuckles)
Okay?
- So this area used to be the hottest home market for years.
Everyone wanted to move to the street
with all the haunted houses.
Homes here were selling faster than I could list them,
and a line would stretch around the block,
when a house finally did hit the MLS.
That is, until the Boynes moved in down the street.
- You said "haunted house" is what you just said.
- Okay. And, and why is that?
- Well, most buyers saw their ghost
within a few weeks of settling in.
Ned and Mary, though? They weren't that lucky.
They never saw their ghost.
Ned went missing.
And there was this huge investigation.
And come to find out that Ned was some hedge fund investor
that got caught up in some shady deals.
You know, he killed himself, and then Mary turned around
and sold the house for pennies on the dollar.
And it made the national news.
I'm surprised you didn't see it.
- No. No, I-
- Must've been watching something else.
- So, soon after that, the ghosts just disappeared,
and soon everybody wanted out,
and the market values began to plummet.
- Ah-hah. - Oh, my God.
I had no idea.
I mean, this...
This would make a great chapter in my book. (sighs)
- [Agent] I'm sorry, don't mean to interrupt. What book?
Mine, actually. I'm writing it now.
I'm a folklorist.
- [Agent] A folklorist? What's that?
- Well, it's like a historian, right?
I canonize different cultural traditions and sort of-
- Oh. Hm.
"Canonize". - Yeah.
Yeah, well, it's- - I've never heard that.
- It means her name isn't on the mortgage. (chuckles)
- [Agent] (chuckles) Oh, okay.
- She's...
She's unemployed.
- Oh. - Self-employed.
- Self unemployed. - It's fine, it's fine.
It's great, really.
- Sorry. - It's great.
- You two just look around.
Let me know what you think, okay?
I'll be right outside. - Thanks.
Thank you very much. Appreciate it.
(Andrew chuckles)
Wow.
- Wow, Andrew.
Why do you...
Why do you have to do that?
- Do what? - Every time!
- Oh, I was just joking. I'm so-
- Belittle me in front of people.
Complete strangers, at that.
- I'm s-
- No. I'm so sick of this shit.
You do it every fucking time.
- I'm, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I was joking. - I was right there.
- I'm sorry. - "I'm sorry."
- Yeah. - You do it every time.
- What was that?
Haunted house? Ghosts?
There's no way she's supposed to tell us all that.
- I don't know. I'm glad she did.
It makes it kind of exciting.
Let's look around. Come on.
- Don't hedge fund suicide yourself
on the way to the kitchen.
Geez.
Where did she go? Is she here, still?
Okay, sorry.
(Lee sighs)
(cicadas chirp)
- Wow. (gasps)
- All right. Take it easy.
- Oh, my God! This place is amazing!
(Andrew chuckles)
I mean, look at this place.
- I'm looking.
(Lee sighs)
- I love it.
(Lee chuckles)
(Lee exhales deeply)
- I got a meeting in an hour.
- I love it here.
I love it.
(Andrew scoffs)
- You wanna pay half a million dollars
to move out here to the sticks?
- It's so peaceful here.
- Well, the apartment's peaceful.
And they got grocery stores.
You've got to...
Can you even call 911 out here?
- Not to mention police sirens, at all hours of the night.
You know I'm right.
- Yeah.
Not all hours.
(Andrew sighs)
(distant church bell tolls) (dark music)
All right. Let me drive you home.
- Okay. - I'll be in the car.
Just don't be long.
- Okay.
- You hear that? What is that, crickets?
It's like deafening. I can barely hear myself think.
- They're cicadas.
(door slams)
(Lee sighs)
(gentle piano music)
(light bulb crackles)
(door creaks)
(cicadas chirp)
(car starts)
(Lee sighs)
- [Andrew] What is it?
(seatbelt clicks)
Tell me.
- I don't know. (chuckles)
You're gonna think it's stupid, so...
- Lee, I'm late.
Can we just skip the drama and you just tell me what it is?
- Okay.
Okay. I want the house.
I really do! I want it so badly.
It's so beautiful.
- We've only looked at one house. Are you kidding?
And you heard the agent. The whole area has no resale value.
- Hear me out.
Without the ghost.
What if they come back? I mean...
- The ghosts?
Is that the...
(sighs) Come back from where, exactly?
Beetlejuice's waiting room? What are you talking about?
- Okay, Andrew.
(Andrew sighs)
- This is about your book, isn't it?
- Mm.
- Look, honey.
I just can't justify
spending our life savings on a house like this.
And you, ah...
I mean, you're making this decision
based on a potential new chapter in your book.
A book, which I might add,
you only have six months to finish writing.
- Or what?
Hm?
Or what? You'll leave me?
Are you gonna threaten me again?
- Leave you? What?
No.
Or else you'd go back to being a nurse.
And having a job, and retirement, and a future.
That's, that's what we agreed on.
- No, you're right. You're right.
Six months to finish the book or I go back to the hospital.
Okay. I heard you.
- Look, overpaying on a house
is gonna help you how, exactly?
- I don't know.
I can't explain it, but...
It will.
Okay? And...
God, honey, I have never asked you for anything.
I've never asked you for anything, ever!
You know that.
I'm asking you for this now, please.
- Oh. (moans)
Okay. (gentle piano music)
Then if I get eaten by a coyote, then there'll be a ghost.
- [Lee] Just think about it, okay? Just think of it.
- All right.
I'll...
- Okay. - Fuck.
(cicadas chirp)
(light bulb crackles)
(cicadas chirp)
(distant church bell tolls)
(footsteps clack)
(keyboard clacks)
- Morning. - Hey.
- What're you doing?
- Nothing, really.
- Andrew. - What?
(Andrew chuckles)
- Really?
Andrew.
It's not ready yet.
- Well, you got five months.
I'm just saying.
- Do you...
Do you like doing that?
Do you feel like you have to remind me of that?
- Nevermind. Sorry.
Parents are coming in tonight.
Did you forget?
- No, I didn't forget.
I'm just hoping that we can get through one meal,
without them comparing me to your ex-wife, that's all.
- They don't mean to do that.
Come on. - Really?
'Cause she called me "Sarah", three times at Christmas.
- That's not, it's...
I was married to Sarah for six years.
That's twice as long as we've been married.
I mean...
- Is that supposed to make me feel better?
- Yes, actually.
I'm gonna pick up food on the way back in from work. Just...
I don't know, pour wine, keep the conversation moving,
till I get there?
(Andrew sighs)
(Lee sighs)
(cicadas chirp)
- All right.
(keyboard clacks)
(door creaks)
(eerie music)
Hello?
(eerie music continues)
(door closes)
(cicadas chirp)
- Well, I will admit. For takeout, the food's pretty good.
- [William] Mm-hm.
- Thanks, Mom.
Lee's been burning the candle at both ends with the book,
so this is just easier for us.
(Karen chuckles)
- The wine's good.
- Mm!
Thank you. That was, that was me.
- Good. Not great.
- Okay.
Thank you for clarifying that.
- Karen's been clarifying my opinions for me for years.
That's why I love her.
- Well, the house is terrific.
Big.
Empty.
But that could all change,
if you two decide to settle down and have some children.
Have you two
talked at all about having another?
- Uh...
Nope.
I think it's probably a little too soon for that.
- Mm.
- So, Andrew, uh,
how's work going?
- Uh, it's good. It's good.
You know, we're expanding into a couple new countries,
so it could have quite a bit of travel coming up.
- Oh.
World does need more tall buildings, you know.
(all laugh)
- [Andrew] Sure does. Let's hope.
- So, Lee, honey.
What're you gonna do in this big old house, all by yourself,
when Andrew has to travel?
- Well, um... (clears throat)
I was thinking I could, um...
I don't know. I could tag along.
- (chuckles) I see.
- Yeah.
You know, if the book gets published,
she could spend some time overseas.
Thought maybe that could work.
- Maybe it'll bring up another book idea.
- There you go. That's...
- And what if it doesn't get published?
- Well, um, Karen, I think the answer you're looking for is
that I just go back to the hospital, become a nurse.
- Oh, we're just talking here. Don't get so defensive.
- No, I'm not. I'm not.
You guys excuse me, please? I'm gonna check on dessert.
(Andrew sighs)
- I'm gonna help her.
- What?
What did I say?
- Where do I start?
(Karen sighs)
(fridge hums)
- (gasps) Jesus! - What?
- You scared me.
- Okay. Sorry.
Look, I just, I wanted to apologize for the kids comment.
- Why? You're not the one who said it.
- Well, what is that supposed to mean?
- It means you don't have to take up for your mom's
big mouth, every time she decides to open it.
I'm sorry.
I'm tired.
(sighs) Look, I'm sorry.
I'm, I'm exhausted.
Let's just get through this meal and we can get some sleep.
- Okay.
Fine.
(Lee sighs)
(Lee chuckles)
(eerie tones)
(cupboard door creaks)
(drawers slide open) (suspenseful music)
(drawer slides closed)
(cupboard door closes)
(drawer slides closed)
- What?
(Lee sighs)
(crickets chirp)
(wind blows)
(keyboard clacks)
- What're you working on?
- Sending an email.
- Oh, yeah? To who?
- Someone that used to live in the neighborhood.
It's for a new chapter I'm working on.
- Hm!
You got a name for it yet?
- Yeah. I, um...
I call it the Boyne Effect.
I don't know, I think it's kinda great
to dig into what happened in this neighborhood.
How the perception change after all the hauntings.
- Yeah, it is. That is interesting.
- I mean, what happened to Ned and Mary is awful.
But why the big impact
on the rest of the houses on the street?
I mean...
No one really knew who they were.
- Uh...
I don't know.
Maybe they all got together, decided they'd had enough.
- You mean the neighbors?
- I mean the ghosts.
- Okay.
- Okay, that's not funny. - This house!
Is clear.
(keyboard clacks)
It's just a joke. Sorry, geez.
(Andrew sighs)
All right. Look, it's late.
I got an early morning.
So, I'm gonna go ahead and crash, I guess.
Goodnight. (keyboard clacks)
(switch clicks)
What if you call it "Boynes In The Hood"?
- Oh, God.
(muffled crickets chirp) (muffled wind blows)
(distant music box chimes)
(suspenseful music)
(distant music box chimes)
(suspenseful music continues)
(distant music box chimes)
(eerie tones)
(distant music box chimes)
(suspenseful music continues)
(distant music box chimes)
(ominous tones)
(music box chimes) (suspenseful music continues)
(Lee breathes heavily)
(eerie tones)
(Lee gasps)
- What're you doing? (Lee gasps)
- Oh, Andrew.
Oh.
Jesus.
(Lee sighs)
- What's happening?
- Nothing! I, I...
I came out here, I thought I saw this...
- [Andrew] This what?
- You didn't hear that?
- Hear what?
- There was this...
There was this, this child's toy.
(Lee sighs)
- Okay.
Back to bed. Let's go.
You coming?
Lee, there's nothing out here.
- Okay.
- Come on.
- I thought, I must have dreamed it.
- Yeah, probably. Let's go.
(Andrew sighs)
(cicadas chirp)
(water splashes)
(eerie whispering tones)
(aggressive knocking)
(Lee sighs)
(knocks on door)
- Coming!
(cicadas chirp)
- Lee?
- Trina Boyne?
- Yeah. I got your email.
- Right.
Right! No, please, please, come on in.
I'm so sorry about earlier. I'm...
I've had a long night. - Yeah, don't worry about it.
Moving to this neighborhood. I believe it!
(Lee chuckles)
- I really appreciate you coming.
I'm writing a book.
Just wanted to see if you could tell me
a little bit about the area.
- You're a writer? - Well...
Folklorist.
- What's that?
- It's like someone who researches different traditions,
and then preserves them.
In my case, I'm writing a book.
- I see.
So, uh, what do you wanna know?
- What can you tell me about Mary Boyne?
- Uh...
(Trina sighs)
Mary and I, we never really saw eye to eye,
until after my brother, uh...
Left.
- "Left"?
You mean disappeared, right?
- Okay. Let's just call a spade a spade.
After he died,
Mary moved outta the house,
and we kept in touch for a little while after that.
But...
- What happened, exactly?
- I'm not sure.
I heard she checked into a mental health facility.
I think, in the end, that was kinda...
Push her over the edge.
- And then?
- He shot himself.
There was a detective who was in charge of the case.
You could probably get in touch with him,
get your hands on the police report,
get all the gory details.
What kind of book are you writing, exactly?
- Well, it's a variety of things, really.
But I'm writing a chapter on the ghost here.
- I thought they left?
I mean, I never really understood the whole
living in a haunted house thing.
(chuckles) Rich people, man.
But to each their own.
- What do you mean, exactly?
- Well, look at Mary, for example.
She just had to live in this neighborhood.
Then the ghost thing, it, you know, drives her nuts.
Ned dies, and then she and all the other rich assholes just
up and leave?
What aren't you telling me?
- Jesus, you're gonna think I'm crazy.
You know, last night, I...
I saw something.
I'm not sure it was a coincidence, either.
- What was it?
- Strange.
I was asleep and
I heard this noise.
Here, in the living room.
And when I came out, there was this...
(chuckles) God, there was this children's toy.
And it was on.
And when I went to turn it off,
the thing just turned back on by itself.
- Well, maybe someone just left it out here by accident.
- No, see that's the thing. I don't have children.
And when my husband came out and found me,
the toy,
it vanished.
I mean, it was gone.
- So...
You...
What? Think you have a ghost now?
- Maybe.
I don't know.
- All right, okay. Let me get this straight.
You buy this house to write a chapter in a book
about the ghosts that have left,
and now you're all of a sudden seeing things?
(Lee chuckles)
- I know this all sounds...
I get it.
But
what if I can
bring them back?
- [Trina] How?
- (chuckles) I'm not sure.
I just, I feel like by me being here,
I can at least find out why they left.
- This is ridiculous.
- Wait, I'm sorry. I know this is cra-
- [Trina] No. You're no different than Mary.
- I'm just trying to help.
- Help who?
Did you ever stop to think that maybe they
wanted to leave, the ghosts?
Move on? Find peace?
Ned included.
Yeah, my brother is dead.
- [Lee] I understand. I'm so sorry.
- And no folklore is worth having to bury someone you love.
- Before you go, please.
The detective you mentioned.
How can I get a hold of him?
- (sighs) Okay.
- [Lee] Got a phone number?
- Yeah, sure.
(cicadas chirp)
(water splashes)
(Lee sighs)
(muffled footsteps)
(Lee gasps)
(eerie music)
- Hello?
(eerie whispering tones)
(eerie music continues)
(Lee gasps and pants)
(door slams)
(cicadas chirp)
Listen, thanks for coming. I really appreciate it.
- It's fine.
Retired life is uneventful. (Lee chuckles)
I enjoy getting out the house.
Your message said you wanna talk about the Ned Boyne case?
- Yeah, well, not just that.
I heard you might have some insight
into what's happened here.
In the neighborhood.
The ghosts? (chuckles)
How they suddenly just up and left.
- Can I ask why the sudden interest?
- Oh, right. Well, it's research for my book.
- Well...
They were like everyone else who comes to this neighborhood.
Difference is, they never saw that ghost once they moved in.
It drove Mary insane, and believe me,
she looked everywhere for it.
- So how did you get involved?
- When Ned went missing, I was assigned the case.
- Right.
What can you tell me about Mary Boyne?
- She was sad.
She always kept tulips in the house.
- Well, what about you?
Did you ever see your ghost?
- Oh, yeah. I live nearby.
We had a ghost for years. Mr. Green.
But then he left, too, around the time everybody else said
their ghosts weren't coming around as often.
- Why do you think that started happening?
- In my opinion?
Think it was that murder that drove 'em away.
Now, I'm no expert in paranormal,
but I think the ghosts took offense,
once that little girl was murdered.
Is something wrong?
- Yeah. You you said "little girl"?
I thought Ned Boyne's death is what drove the ghost away?
- Oh, Ned died first,
but the ghosts stuck around after that.
In fact, people that bought the Boyne estate
after Mary left,
they interacted with his ghost for months afterwards.
- Okay.
Okay. So...
So, what little girl?
- Anna Lowe.
- I don't know.
- Let's go outside.
It was a hit and run.
They'd just widened that street.
Well, someone told them they were making an improvement,
but now when it rains,
that new angle and those sodium lights?
It's blinding, that turn there.
- My God. She was killed?
- Eight o'clock at night.
The family was devastated.
Whole community, really.
But so soon after Ned Boyne's death,
reputation of this place changed and the ghosts just left.
- And you never found who killed her, or solved the case?
- It was my last file before I cashed in my pension, so no.
Maybe if I had six more months.
- I know.
(sighs) So where did she live?
Anna Lowe.
(rooster crows)
(Lee sighs)
(crickets chirp)
All right, so in Texas, the law states that a seller,
or a seller's agent is actually not required to disclose
a death due to natural causes, suicide, or anything
that does not pertain to the property's condition.
So, say if somebody dies from, I don't know, old age,
or a heart attack,
they don't have to tell us that information.
- Right, but you said she was hit by a car.
- Yes! Exactly.
That proves my point even further!
I mean, it didn't happen on the property.
So, therefore, the seller did not tell us.
- And she used to live here?
- Yes.
So, I went to the deeds office and I got a history.
It's all there. Read it.
I mean, this is crazy.
- All right, hold on.
Hold on.
So you think
that this Anna Lowe
was killed and then because
no one ever solved the crime,
all the ghosts
just walked away?
- Yes, Andrew. That is exactly what I'm saying.
- Why?
- I don't know, honey. I, I don't know.
- And wait, hold up.
Who is this cop you've been talking to?
- He's a detective! He's a detective.
He was on the case when it happened and he's retired now,
but he told me that the Anna Lowe case was never solved.
- Okay. Well, uh...
You know, I think this is all kind of a stretch.
- A stretch?
It's all there. Read it.
How could you say that? Read it.
- Because why would...
I can't, I can't...
I can't believe I'm having this conversation.
But why would a bunch of random ghosts
care about some little girl?
- I don't know why, okay?
Maybe because their deaths were all accounted for,
and hers wasn't.
I don't know, or maybe, maybe due to the fact that,
that they never found the driver.
I don't know yet!
Okay? I'm gonna find out.
- Wait. You don't know "yet"?
Lee. Holy sh...
Look, it's...
Oh, my gosh.
It's been a really long day and I am all for, believe me,
listening to the bullet points
of your new chapter for your book, but this Nancy Drew crap
is giving me a bigger headache than I already had,
and I just, it's not what we agreed on at all.
- Okay.
(dark music)
(Andrew sighs)
Well, okay, um...
I saw her.
In the house, today.
I was in the shower and I saw her in the hall.
I know.
- Really?
(Andrew chuckles)
And how did you know it was this Anna Lowe?
- I just know.
- Honey?
You don't know anything.
- Okay. Here we go.
(dark music continues)
- [Andrew] Look, you are running outta time
for this book thing.
- Okay.
- And if you want my suggestion,
I think you should focus on finishing that,
instead of chasing ghosts all over the house.
(Andrew sighs)
I'm going to bed.
(Andrew coughs)
Goodnight.
(eerie music)
(Karen chuckles)
- [Karen] And it was a video that someone posted online
on that internet site.
What was that again?
- You talking about YouTube? - That's it.
And these two women were fighting.
I mean, some real Jerry Springer type stuff.
And they were, you know, screaming for no reason!
- [Andrew] They had to have a reason.
- [Karen] Well, even if they did, I don't know what it was.
But this one girl knocked the other one out,
and no one helps.
Everyone was just filming the fight.
- Geez.
- [Karen] You know, most of 'em
were middle-aged people, anyway, so-
- Oh, middle-aged people can't fight. Really?
(muffled chatter) (dark music)
(eerie whispering tones)
(cutlery clangs) Geez!
- Sorry.
I'm fine. Everything's fine.
Will you guys excuse me for a second?
Hello?
(dark music continues)
Anna.
(eerie whispering tones)
Anna, if that's you, you don't have to be afraid, okay?
I'm, I'm just trying to help you.
- Lee. - Anna.
- [Andrew] What're you doing?
- Nothing. I, I thought I hurt something.
- All right, well, Mom and Dad are getting ready to leave.
Do you wanna come see them off?
- Yeah.
Yeah, sure. I'll be right there.
I'll be right there.
- All right. Don't be long.
(Lee sighs)
(switch clicks)
(ominous music)
(crickets chirp)
(wind blows)
- You're mad.
- I'm not mad.
- Yes, you are.
You always just sit there and stare at me until
I ask you what's wrong.
You say "Nothing."
And then we argue over it, Andrew.
So can we just please get it over with?
(Andrew sighs)
- I wanna renegotiate the terms of our deal.
- What do you mean?
- Meaning...
I think you should stop writing.
- Do you?
- And I wanna start trying to have children again.
- Andrew, I, I told you I wasn't ready to do that yet.
And there's no way I'm giving up on this book.
This is your mom talking.
- Oh, really?
- Yeah.
The comments she makes?
She thinks I'm worthless. - That's not fair.
She wants to be a grandparent.
I'm her only child.
- That's not my fault.
You know what?
When our baby died,
I cried more than anyone else,
including your mother.
And I didn't take it out on anyone else.
- Really?
Are you sure?
Kinda seems like you took it out on me.
We haven't had sex in three months.
- Oh. So this is about having sex!
Should've known!
- This is fucking bullshit.
- Where are you going?
- I'm going to the spare room.
- Great. No.
Run away from a discussion. You do it all the time.
- No. This isn't a discussion, Lee.
I want you
to stop writing that book!
And you need to go back to work.
'Cause it was a long time ago,
but you loved going to the hospital!
You fuckin' loved it! I couldn't believe it.
I was jealous, 'cause I couldn't imagine
what it would feel like to care about my job that much.
And then some kid comes in with a couple bullet wounds-
- Don't do that! - And dies in your arms.
And you gave up on everything! - How dare you!
(light bulb crackles)
- That's what you think this is about, huh?
I'm trying to save Anna Lowe, to what? To make up for that?
- Yeah.
I do.
- You're fuckin' ridiculous.
- Lee?
Look at me.
If you can't let this go,
and give up on this book,
I'm just gonna have to do what I have to do, okay?
For myself.
- Okay.
If that's really how you feel, then okay.
- I'm sorry, honey.
I just, I can't see any other way to do it.
Okay? - Really?
Really?
Okay.
For fuckin' sakes.
You know, that little boy dying on my watch?
That shit's gonna live with me, forever.
You're right.
Along with...
Along with our baby dying,
in that hospital,
and everything else that I couldn't prevent!
But that's, this, this is about you.
This isn't about any of that.
This is about you thinking
I don't feel badly enough for you.
- Yeah.
Maybe you're right.
(Andrew sighs)
(somber piano music)
- I'm finishing the book, Andrew.
- [Andrew] Great. Have a good night.
(door slams)
(somber piano music continues)
(Lee breathes deeply)
(cicadas chirp)
- [Detective] You look tired.
(Lee chuckles)
- Yeah. Well, it's a late night.
- [Detective] Everything all right?
- Yeah. I'm fine.
What'd you find out?
- After we talked, I called an old friend at the office.
She said that Anna Lowe's autopsy was unsealed,
after the investigation into her murder.
And she emailed me a copy of this.
- Hit and run.
- And based off her body,
it's impossible to tell the make or model of a car.
However, with tire tracks,
that's a whole different ballgame.
- They never found out who hit her?
- Now, based on the tracks,
they've narrowed it down to two models.
- Did the police ever look into this?
I mean, it couldn't have been that difficult to track down.
- [Detective] What do you mean?
- Right here, in her autopsy, it says that,
it says that she was hit so hard during the accident
that the car's paint color
actually rubbed off onto her skin.
Doesn't this city have a BCI team that handles this?
- They did, but no one in town was driving this
custom-colored hand-rubbed Mercedes's SL 500,
and no one got a look at the license plates.
- Shit.
What about rental car companies?
Did your office ever look into that?
You could get a report.
See if any of the, you know,
cars during the time of Anna's death match the description.
- I'll work on it.
You know, feels good to be back in the game.
If this author gig doesn't work out,
you should look for a job in my old office.
- (chuckles) I don't think so.
- [Detective] What aren't you telling me?
- You know, I've seen Anna Lowe.
More than once.
- Really?
Where?
- Right here, in this house.
I think she's trying to tell me something.
- [Detective] Like what?
- I don't know.
But I'm gonna find out.
- Okay. I'll work on this car thing.
You stay by the phone.
- Thank you, Detective.
- Don't go thanking me yet.
- No, I don't mean for that. I mean...
For not thinking I was crazy.
- Trust me.
Some of the shit I've seen in this town?
Nothing surprises me anymore.
(Anna screams)
(door closes) (cicadas chirp)
(Lee breathes heavily)
- Anna?
(eerie whispering tones)
(suspenseful music)
Anna?
- [Anna] Boo.
(gentle music)
- Anna.
What is that?
Where did you find that?
Did you find that here?
(cicadas chirp) (dark music)
(dark music continues)
- Where'd you find that?
I asked you a question.
- Is it yours?
- Of course it's mine.
I lost it the day we moved in here.
So, again, where did you find it?
- In the backyard.
(dark music continues)
- In the backyard?
Do you have any idea how it got back there?
- You tell me.
(Andrew scoffs)
(fork clatters)
- Honey, I don't know what this is, and I don't care.
Okay?
All I want to know is, are you still messing with that book?
(dark music continues)
- Oh, Andrew.
You didn't lose that ring.
- I just told you I lost the fuckin' ring,
the day we moved into this house, okay?
This perfect house
that I didn't wanna buy in the first place.
- What if I told you that Anna Lowe gave me this ring?
Hm?
I saw her in the backyard.
Placed it in my hand.
This ring.
Your ring.
Why, why would she do that?
- Honey, are you listening to yourself?
Look, all you do is you sit around the house,
and you chase the memory of a ghost around all day.
I think this has to stop. You're starting to sound-
- [Lee] "Crazy."
Right?
- Yeah. (chuckles)
(phone vibrates) (Andrew sighs)
(phone vibrates)
(phone bleeps)
Yeah.
Hey, man. Yeah.
Nope. No, no.
No, you're never interrupting anything over here.
Don't worry about it.
Let me ask you something. Does your wife ever...
Nevermind, nevermind. Yeah, I'll just talk to you...
I'll talk to you, I'll talk to you, Monday. Yeah.
All right.
(crickets chirp)
- Have you been sleeping?
- (sighs) What makes you ask that?
- Force of habit.
I've seen people try to do what I do,
and live a normal life in the process.
Trust me.
This work is hard on you, and everyone around you.
- Yeah, well, Andrew and I have been, uh, fighting.
- [Detective] About Anna?
- Yep.
- I want to show you something,
but I want you to prepare yourself.
- Did you find a match on the car?
- Well, I called the rental car agencies,
and the ride serve companies
that were open when Anna was alive.
First, I couldn't find anything worthwhile,
but then I found this.
There was a car rental, the night before Anna died.
A Mercedes SL 500. (suspenseful music)
It was returned in good condition to the rental car company.
But then the manager noticed that the steering
was veering to the left.
He had a mechanic open it up.
Saw some repairs done to the front end by the renter,
before he turned it in.
- They were trying to cover up the accident.
- There's more.
Renter information is proprietary.
So I had my friend issue an affidavit,
so I could see the name of the renter.
- Okay. (suspenseful music continues)
Are you sure about this?
- I wish I wasn't.
(Lee exhales deeply)
(Lee chuckles)
(crickets chirp) (owl hoots)
(wind blows)
(suspenseful music)
(gun cocks)
- What the hell are you doing?
- I found the code to the safe in your phone.
- Okay, but you're...
You're pointing a gun at me.
Do you want to tell me why?
- [Lee] I want you to read that.
- Okay.
Lee, put the gun down.
I mean, is this about your book?
- I want you to tell me the truth.
- Lee, baby. Put the gun down and we can talk.
Put that fucking gun down, right now!
Are you fucking kidding me?
Fuck!
You come at me with a loaded gun?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Huh? - You killed her.
You killed her.
- I, I killed who?
What are you talking about?
- That's...
You see, I figured it out.
That that's why you didn't wanna buy this house.
- I didn't wanna buy this house,
because I knew we couldn't get money for it,
if we wanted to sell it.
- Don't lie to me.
Anna Lowe?
Huh?
She was hit by a car.
A green Mercedes SL 500.
The same car that you rented, when ours was in the shop.
Do you remember that? I do.
The same SL that you fled from the scene,
and then later had repaired,
so that no one found out it was you.
- Okay.
Uh, uh...
Who told you that?
Honey.
- Does it matter?
Is it true?
Yes or no?
Oh, my God.
- She was running on the street.
- Oh, my God.
- Add to that, the light.
And the angle, and the rain.
I mean, who the hell lets their kid run in the street,
at night, in the rain?
- You didn't...
You didn't stop to help her?
- I know. I didn't stop.
- What is wrong with you?
She's a little girl.
How could you not stop?
- 'Cause I'd been drinking.
I stopped for dinner with a client,
and I knew if I called it in, that they...
I knew I wasn't gonna pass a field sobriety test, so-
- [Lee] So you let her die?
- I didn't know she was gonna die.
I was trying to save my life.
I was trying to save our lives.
(tense music)
- You could've...
You could've saved her. - You don't know that!
I was trying to make sure I didn't spend
the rest of my life in jail!
And you were pregnant at the time.
I was thinking of the baby. - Don't, don't!
Don't do that.
Don't you dare bring our baby into this.
My baby into this.
- Well, what do you want me to do about it now?
- I want you to turn yourself into the police.
- What?
Honey, I can't do that.
(Andrew chuckles)
- You don't have any other choice.
You have to turn yourself in. It's the right thing to do.
My God. What is wrong with you?
- [Andrew] I've got one other choice.
(Lee sighs)
Oh.
What're you gonna do? You're gonna kill me, too?
Hm?
You gonna turn me into a ghost?
Andrew, please.
Okay? If you ever loved me-
- This isn't about love, honey.
This is about me not spending the rest of my life in jail.
(dark music)
Please go back into the bedroom, right now.
- You're...
You're fucking trash.
- [Andrew] Great.
Take your time! No rush!
Fuck!
Hey!
(dark music continues)
(door closes)
(lock clicks)
I don't care. Just get here, now!
Yes, now!
(knocks on door) Lee, open the door, please.
Right now.
(aggressive knocks on door)
Lee, open the fucking door! I'm not asking!
(eerie whispering tones)
(door slams)
(thuds on door) Lee, open the door.
Honey, look. It's gonna be okay, but you gotta trust me.
You gotta let me in.
(door creaks) (eerie whispering tones)
(dark music continues)
Anna?
(music box chimes)
This is not possible.
(Andrew pants)
- Why, huh?
'Cause ghosts aren't real?
(Andrew breathes heavily)
- What're you gonna do, honey? You gonna shoot me?
Yeah?
Your only
witness is a ghost.
A dead girl? How's that gonna work?
I didn't do anything to you.
- You didn't do it to me.
But you killed Anna Lowe.
You killed her.
- Yeah? Says who?
You?
You and your fuckin' book?
(Lee breathes heavily)
- I have the evidence, Andrew.
Okay? You can't...
You can't manipulate your way out of this.
I, I know it's you.
I caught you.
- You know what? My mom's right.
You're always trying to save people,
but you can't save shit.
You can't save that boy in the hospital.
You sure can't save our fuckin' child.
And you are no good to anyone. You are worthless!
- Shut up! (gun fires)
(Lee gasps)
(crickets chirp)
(Lee pants)
(gun clunks) (Lee pants)
(eerie whispering tones)
(somber piano music)
- You all right?
- No. I, I don't think so. (clears throat)
- This is gonna take some time to fix, okay?
I've called the police.
They'll be here shortly.
It's important you tell them exactly what happened.
As impossible as that may sound.
Now, I'll stay with you until they arrive.
- Thank you.
Really, I...
For everything.
- I'm glad to help.
You gave me a real sense of purpose, the last few weeks.
Be sad for it to end.
- What's gonna happen to me?
- It was self defense, right?
(car approaches)
(car doors slam)
(wind blows) (somber piano music continues)
(cicadas chirp)
(door closes)
(cicadas chirp)
(Lee sighs)
- Hello, Anna.
I know it's been a while since we last spoke.
I just wanted to say thank you. (chuckles)
(sighs) I wrote a whole book about you.
Maybe when it's finished, I can,
I can leave a copy for you, somewhere.
Really enjoyed getting to know you.
Even if...
Even if it is under these circumstances.
- [Anna] They're coming back now.
- Who is? - The ghosts.
- All of them?
(cicadas chirp)
(Lee sighs)
(door closes)
(gentle acoustic guitar music)
(eerie whispering tones)
♪ Let's meet down at the lonely lake ♪
♪ Before summer has gone away ♪
♪ Swim out under a broken sky ♪
♪ Gold sun colored with shades of white ♪
♪ Wave goodbye ♪
♪ To last summer ♪
♪ Cold air coming our way soon ♪
♪ So let's lay under the falling moon ♪
♪ Tell me something about yourself ♪
♪ You never talk to no one else ♪
♪ Say goodbye ♪
♪ To lonely nights ♪
♪ Of last summer ♪
♪ Say ♪