All language subtitles for Ghost.Whisperer.S04E09.2008.Disney+.WEB-DL.1080p.H264.DDP-HDCTV_track3_[eng]

Previously on Ghost Whisperer:

No!

I want you to remember me this way, please.

No. Not you.

I will always love you, Melinda.

Oh, please not you.

I am so empty without you.

-I'm not going anywhere.
-You have to cross over.

I don't want to.

Jim, no!

You're back.

Do I know you?

Look, I see the same guy that you see.

Different hair, nose, eyes. It's not Jim.

I just know what I see
when I look in those eyes,

and Jim is in there somewhere.

He just has to be.

Do you believe in the afterlife?

Wait, you're not gonna tell me
you think I'm your husband reincarnated,

you're the only sane person I've met
since I woke up.

It's not much, but maybe you
could help me finish my garage.

You could live there while you do the work,
just until you figure out your next move.

-Will you tell me what is going on between us?
-Do you know how lucky you are?

You are gonna get a second shot
at your one true love.

♪ You ask me where I go tonight
I go back to today last year ♪

♪ When we knew how
To make each other happier ♪

♪ Now there's hope with everything ♪

♪ It's hard enough to feel the world as it is
And hold on anything ♪

♪ Without these quiet times
You've brought 'round here ♪

♪ I'm gonna have to run away
I'm sure that I belong some other place... ♪

-Oh! Hey, Sam.
-Oh. Hey. You're up early.

Yeah, just you know...

trying to be good.

Yeah. Me, too. Get a workout in.

So...

You want to, uh-- Together?

-Ooh, I don't know.
-No, that's stupid of me.

-I'm sorry.
-What?

This is probably a time when
you want to be alone.

After what you've been through--

No, it's not that.

-Get your stuff together.
-Right.

Probably did with your husband, huh?
In the morning? I don't wanna get in your way.

No. Not at all. Um...

He worked a lot of weird hours,
and liked to sleep in a lot.

You're really not in my way at all.

Right, well...

Nice work, Sam.

Um...

Have a good morning.

I'll run that way.

I'll go this way.

-See you.
-See you.

♪ But I can't have you
Even when you're here ♪

Why couldn't I just say

"Your legs are longer than mine,
and I might not be able to keep up."

What is so hard with saying that?

Well, it's probably better than saying,

"Hey, you're the love of my life in a new body,
and every time I see you, my knees go weak."

My knees, my legs.

I fumble with words,
it's like my voice gets shaky.

-I'm a total dork-- Whoa! Oh!
-Hey.

Hey, hey! Hey!

-Hey, Sam.
-Hi.

-Hey. How you doing, Sam?
-Hey, Delia.

I've had this stuff in my truck
for a couple of days.

I've been meaning to give it to you,
but every time I see you, I just... forget.

Not like I don't forget everything else
I've done in my life.

I mean, how to read a blueprint I made,
the name of my dog.

-You have a dog?
-No.

But that's what I think about
when I wake up.

Anyhow, this is all yours to keep,
or sell, or toss.

Wow, you've got some nice things in here.

Where did you get them?

Well, I got a job doing some demo
on a big house off of Route 18.

-They're getting rid of all the hardware
-Ooh!

-Hey, do you have a first aid kit?
-It's okay. It's just a cut.

Here. Here you go.

-You look a little pale.
-You have got to stop skipping breakfast.

It's, you know, low blood sugar.

-Yeah.
-Yeah. Um, you said that there was more stuff?

Yeah, in my truck,
but there's also tons more back at the site.

-Can I go look at it?
-Yeah, I was going there right now.

Well, they started the job
from the back of the house.

I don't know if the owner wants to gut it
or tear it down,

but I don't think you're gonna find
too much high-end stuff here.

Is there water around here anywhere?

Water? Why?

Well, the tiles.

I just was-- I don't know.
Is there a fountain or a pool?

There's a well right there.
Is that what you were looking for?

Why not, huh? It is a wishing well.

Careful what you wish for.

Can you see us?

Are you sure this little girl is...

-what do you call it?
-Attached to him?

-Yeah.
-No. But as soon as Sam made his wish,

she was right out of the well,
standing next to him, warning.

Warning you or him?

Who knows?
Maybe anybody who comes by the well.

But she was definitely focused on him.

Well, do you know what he wished?

You got me.

It had to be to get his memory back.

And if so, what's the problem?

We all know it's Jim's spirit.

You know it. Even I know it.

What? What's that look for?

Believing me.

So, what are you going to do?

Stop worrying about myself
and the things I can't control.

Help a dead little girl
whose spirit is stuck down a well.

Do you know if she ever lived there?

The last owner was a widow.
She had children, but no daughters.

The place is like 100 years old.

So, you're searching for what?

A missing or dead child over the last century?

Basically. Or I wait until she appears again

and then try to figure out if her warning
was a threat or a promise.

Look at this. It's still good.
Why are they tossing it?

You know, contractor wants all new.

-Man, I think I just lost an eardrum.
-You heard that?

Yeah, backfire.

-But twice?
-I don't think so.

-Help me with this.
-Yeah.

-Sam, you okay?
-Yeah.

Yeah.

♪ Got a bucket, chimes, and a wishbone ♪

♪ Battle of a patron saint
Of the ones who love ♪

♪ I take 'em off and then
Put 'em underneath my head... ♪

It's Melinda.

-Hang on a second.
-Oh.

-Ooh!
-Hey.

-You just got in. How did you get--?
-Uh, naked?

Um, sorry.

Let me turn down the radio.

♪ When I dream, I... ♪

Sorry. I had the radio on a little loud.

Uh, didn't you hear me?

No. Um, hang on a second.

So, uh, hey. What's up?

What happened? Did you hurt yourself?

Well, not that I know of.

And nothing that my doctor here
or the one back home knows about, either.

-So...
-What do you mean?

I thought it had something to do
with the car accident.

But that turns out to be
a straight up head injury.

I mean, sure.
It could cause muscle trauma.

But why am I feeling it now?

When did it start?

Well, it's weird.

The first time I felt it, I heard a car backfire.

It was like a rifle shot.

I heard it twice, but it only happened once.

I'm sure I just imagined it, but...

Well, don't brush it off.

I mean, it could be a memory.

You know? One that you want to forget,
but it could lead to others.

Well, I hope so. I'm going through
all these boxes, all my old stuff.

Just trying to jog something loose.

And?

I don't know. I listen to CDs,

I see pictures of people
I'm supposed to have known, you know?

I have a cell phone here. What do I do?

I call these people and say,
"Hey. Do you remember me?"

-Because I don't.
-You said that it happened at work.

Were you near the well?

No, I was in and out of the house.

-Coming and going past the well.
-And has anything weird happened there?

-To you or anyone?
-No. Not that I can think of. Why?

What about the owners?

Have you talked to anyone
who lived in the house?

I'm just working for the contractor.

What are you getting at?
Why are you so curious about the well?

I-- It's my business.

In a way. You know?

Antiques, wells...

I mean, there's actually a market
for that kind of thing, believe it or not.

I should go.

All right.

Sorry about being naked.

Who are you? What do you want?

Look, talk to me, but just leave him alone.

I made your, uh, chicken with the tahini sauce.

And a good salad.

-Good, you're eating.
-Yeah.

That's me. I am eating.

Ugh.

Something that looks inedible and totally raw.

Well, what'd you cook the chicken on?

On? A pan.

I mean what temperature?

-I told you for an hour at--
-Yeah, I did an hour.

In the oven?

-In the oven? You said on for an hour.
-No.

No, no, no. That was the pan searing.

I said inside the oven at 425.

Oh.

Well, I didn't hear that part.

Delia, I miss him so much.

And you're right. I mean, he's keeping
his distance because he thinks I'm grieving.

And the truth is...

I am.

♪ Eradicate the echoes ♪

I just miss him.

♪ And count on silence to be true... ♪

You know, and today...

Today he remembered something
from his life--

I mean Jim's. Or at least I think he did.

-Well, that's great, honey.
-No, it's not.

Because he remembered being shot.

You know? And I think--

I think the ghost is responsible for that
if that's what he wished for.

I'm-- I'm so sorry.

It just scares me.

You know, what he might...

have to go through to come back to me, and...

What if he doesn't want to?

He already came back to you.

I want you to remember that.

Jim did all of this for you.

♪ The hardest thing ♪

Hey.

♪ I've ever had to do... ♪

Could you just...

Stay on the phone with me for,
like, five more minutes?

Then I promise we'll both go to sleep.

Yeah, sure.

♪ The hardest thing I'll ever have to do ♪

We can talk all night if you want to.

♪ Is say goodbye to you ♪

I warned you.

Stay away from the well.

My arms and legs.

Did someone do that to you?

Terrible things will happen
if you don't stay away.

So, what is it about
explicitly being told to stay away

that inspires you
to come running to this house?

I can't exactly search for clues
with everyone working here, especially Sam.

How was she when you saw her before?
One piece or chopped liver?

She was all in one piece.

Must have happened after she died.

Yeah, for transport.

For some killers, dismemberment's a fetish,
but for most it's a matter of convenience.

How else are you gonna stuff
the body in the trunk?

Your encyclopedic knowledge
of the depraved is awe-inspiring.

Yeah? And if you've got a crowbar
in that snazzy little tote, I'll be impressed.

They didn't even lock it. Come on.

Look at all these newspapers.

Oh, my God.

Welcome to the nest of the giant pack rat.

Who lived here?

A widow in her 60s. Heart attack.

Hm.

You know they linked hoarding
and perfectionism? It's ironic, isn't it?

People who have it end up living like this.

Yeah. Not the most inviting place
for a kid to visit.

Do you think that she was drawn
to the property because of the well?

Maybe it's just where she wound up.

Nearest dispose-all
where the killer could dump her body.

Wait. Swing that back over there.

What is that?

Forget transport. I'm thinking fetish.

How long has this house been empty?

Uh, I don't know.

The widow died a few months ago.

And has it always been empty,
or could someone else be living here?

I no longer care if the neighbors call the cops.

What is this?

They're wishes.

A wish for new toys, a million dollars.

A teacup terrier who won't bite.

-It's like they were all written by children.
-Santa would have been a better bet.

Wait, look at this one.
This looks like adult handwriting.

"I wish he could know she was here."

I gotta say, it's awfully nice of someone
who chops up a little girl to leave a note.

For who? The girl's father?

Wishing he'd learn the truth?

So nice of that old lady pack rat to save it.

Um, she saved everything.

Meaning she had no idea
there was a girl down the well?

Meaning we don't know
if there's a little girl in the well.

I'm not going down that well.

I don't care if you have flippers and a mask,
I'm not going.

Okay. Fine. I think she's haunting it
because it has to do with her death.

-Good morning.
-What--?

-Eli, right?
-Yeah.

Sam, hey.

-We were just--
-We went to this, um...

Uh-- Um, eh...

It's early, right?

Yeah. It's morning.

I'm just gonna go read the sports.
Maybe I'll remember what team I like.

Oh, hey. Melinda?

You were asking me about that well?

-You had a buyer or something?
-Yeah, right.

I asked around.

It turns out that the contractors were hired
by the old lady's son.

He pretty much owns it now.

He's staying at a place called
the, um, Grandview Court.

His last name's Ackerman. Travis Ackerman.

Great. Thanks.

-Sure.
-Um, can I ask you a...

a strange question?

Uh-huh.

What did you wish for?

At the well?

I can't tell you that.

Might not come true.

I cannot wait for this ghost to cross over.

Let's go see that pack rat's son.

Travis Ackerman. Let me do it.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah, no problem.

Okay.

So, you called because you have a buyer
for some of the items at the house?

I thought that we got anything
of value out of there.

I was visiting a friend up there,
and I saw these dolls.

-Dolls?
-Doll pieces.

-That's weird.
-Do you know what I'm talking about?

There was, uh, a pile of them.

You know?

Arms and legs.

And they were next to a box of notes,

or, um...

wishes, actually.

I think.

You know what?
I do know what you're talking about.

I found a bunch of broken dolls.

They were yanked apart.

Um, somebody left them with a note
at the foot of the well.

-The well?
-Yeah, there's this old well on our property.

It's a wishing well, actually.
Neighborhood kids knew about it.

I was already 15
when we moved into that old place,

but, uh, every once in a while,
I would see them out there.

Of course, they would run
the minute anyone from the house came out.

Why's that?

You know, uh, old,
creaky place near the new subdivision.

We were instantly the spooky house.

I was going through a bit
of a rough patch at the time.

And I kind of figured if I could help grant
some little girl's wish, why not?

So I, uh, took the broken parts which,
big surprise, it sounds like my mother saved,

and I, uh, left a new doll.

And the next day, it was gone.

Did you have any idea who the girl was?

No. I only ever saw her from a distance.

She was alone.

No more than 10, long dark hair.

You know, the truth is, I learned
to keep my distance from that well.

I kind of wish everyone would.

Why is that?

-You'll think I'm nuts.
-It's unlikely.

I can usually tell.

All right. Um, when I was 18,

I got a full scholarship
to an out-of-state school.

And then I found out
that my girlfriend was pregnant.

All I'm saying is that
I didn't say it was all your fault.

You know, I saw my future slipping away.

I would be one more thing
that my mom could hang onto.

You know, me, Allison,
and a baby all stuck in that house, and...

We will be happy.

I wished.

With Allison right there, I wished...

that she weren't pregnant.

I said I'd give anything.

Allison's car was parked out front,
right along the side of the road.

And these, uh, these racers,
these cyclists came flying down the hill.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

And she got hit.

She lost the baby, and I went away to school
and she never spoke to me again.

So...

Wish granted.

I'm sure that you don't believe
in all of that stuff anyway.

You'd be surprised what I believe.

Let me tell you what a friend
of mine saw down your well.

So, just like that
the son agrees to drain the well?

It was an easy sell.

The ghost got the guy halfway believing
she was real just by granting his wish.

He feels if she's down there,
the family deserves to know.

Well, that's cooperative.
Not what you'd expect from a brutal killer.

-I didn't get that from this guy.
-What about his mother?

She seemed like a nice lady
with an anxiety disorder.

What? What am I missing?

Well, I'm just thinking about the wish
that Travis had granted.

-I mean, it certainly proves the ghost's point.
-Be careful what you wish for.

But what caused the little girl's death?
She keeps warning us against wishes.

So it obviously has to be something
that she wished for.

It should be easy to work out.
A girl who wished for something.

Maybe we have more than that.
Now we know when she lived, right?

So, what if she's the girl
Travis Ackerman saw leaving doll parts?

The severed doll parts.

-It's got to be her.
-Yeah, but when did she go missing?

Well, Travis said he was 15 when he moved in.

Yeah, and he left for school when he was 18.

And he's late 20s now.

I mean, how many girls could go deceased
or missing in Grandview in a three-year span?

Gretchen Dennis.

That's her.

Missing since 1996.

-Here you go.
-I got it.

You guys, stand back.

All right, take me down.

You were right. And, uh, it's pretty awful.

I'm sorry.

-Thanks for doing this.
-Yeah.

Yeah, um...

Is the girl here?

-I mean, the spirit that you saw?
-No.

Well, maybe, now that they've found her body,
she's at peace?

It's a step.

What did you tell the police?

Just that I was having it drained
before I sold the place.

You know, it's an insurance hazard
and I didn't want anyone getting hurt.

Um, Allison?

Could--

Could a ghost have done that to her?

I mean, caused an accident like that?

I don't know. Maybe.

I'm sorry.

Help me!

What? What is it?

The little girl.

She may not be the only one that died.

That was fast.

Neighbors have built a shrine already.

-Thanks for coming, I'll see you.
-Yeah, it's all over the local news.

Gretchen's been missing for 12 years.

Are we gonna go talk to the family?
It seems a little soon.

No, the ghost.

Look at me, Clay!

I hate you!

Look at me!

Look at what you did to me, Clay.

I hate you, Clay!

What is it? What's wrong?

He did this to me, he killed me.

-Who is that?
-My brother.

Yeah.

I just can't believe that a little boy
would slice his sister into bits.

Oh, he could.

You're the search queen. Type in "sororicide."

That's "sister-killing", you'll get a hundred hits.

Clay may have killed her,
but he didn't chop her.

-How do you know that?
-I got an e-mail from my friend at the morgue.

Even after 12 years,
her skeleton was still intact.

There were some minor fractures,
but nothing that indicated dismemberment.

What about the boy?

I mean, were there any other bones
down in the well?

Nope, one set of bones.

You said he was a vision, not a spirit.

So, that means what happened to him
was something the little girl experienced.

-Okay.
-What if...

the armless boy that you saw
was Clay's first kill?

And she witnessed it.

So, if those were her dolls
that were chopped into pieces...

That could have been a warning.

She could have seen what he had done,

-and she was gonna narc on him.
-And to shut her up, he threw her down a well?

-Well...
-It's hard to believe.

Either way, we have to talk to the parents.

They just learned that their daughter
is never coming home alive.

Yeah, but they also don't know
that she still needs their help and yours.

Look, Eli, I'm serious.

You're a very experienced grief counselor.

You saw it on the news, you're here to help,

and you couldn't stop wondering about...

-Gretchen's relationship with her brother.
-Are you asking us how he handled the news?

Oh, well...

He can't even talk about it,
but that's nothing new.

Clay...

Clay is so smart.

He's such a good athlete.

He was a great ball player.

But when Gretchen went missing,
he was devastated.

He lost interest in everything, it was...

-It was like we lost him, too.
-How do you mean?

Yeah, "survivor's guilt."

-That's what the family therapist called it.
-I understand.

But is it possible for Clay,

would he have anything specific
to feel guilty about?

In terms of Gretchen?

Did they get along?

Well, they fought like any siblings.

-He was older.
-Typical boy.

Yeah.

And Gretchen was such a little girl.

It's gonna seem odd,
but did she like to play with dolls?

Don't most girls?

What's odd about that?

Did Clay ever do anything to her dolls?

Not really.

Well, they...

No, wait, Aaron, he did.

When, uh...

When he was trying to get back at her
for who knows what, he hid them, all of them.

And Gretchen just about lost her mind.

And that was all the ammunition
he ever needed.

-Aaron, do you remember that?
-Yeah.

He used to do terrible things,
he would hide them, hang them.

Cut them into pieces?

Well...

Yeah.

I know that sounds awful, but we just...

thought that's the way kids are.

Aren't they?

Delivery for Andrew's Meatpacking.

I'm looking for the main office.

Third floor.

I think someone's still up there
if you need a signature.

Oh, sorry about that, I'm on the clock.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

No.

No! No! Oh, no!

No, no, help! No!

Please, somebody help me! Please!

Somebody stop this thing!

-Please, help me!
-Oh, jeez!

Get some help!

-Hello?
-Check this out.

Can we talk later?

I called the brother, Clay, at home and at work.

He never called me back.

So, basically you're calling to tell me
that you have nothing to tell me.

Sort of, you said the ghost was pissed.

-I'm just saying--
-Oh, well, that's great.

Well, thank you, um, okay, bye-bye.

-Morning.
-Hey, good morning.

How are you?

I'm good, I'm good.

And this is for you,
I know you're in a bit of a rush.

I wanted to get it to you before you, uh,
ate or didn't, it's not too late.

-You're not gonna be late for work, are you?
-No, no, this is...

really nice of you.

It's payback for all the good stuff you got me
from the store.

Eat up.

How is it? Good? Bad?

Did you use orange rinds in the waffles?

Good! I did, yeah.

Orange rinds, organic maple syrup,
a little fruit, roasted pecans.

-Wait, you're not allergic to those?
-No.

No, it's just something my husband did.

♪ Come back here
To the place that we'd meet... ♪

Sorry.

Don't be.

Really.

It's perfect.

I'm sorry I keep bringing him up, it's just...

How could you not?

I mean, uh...

Look, you can talk about him to me
anytime you want.

Anytime.

Which is something I have loads of now, time.

Oh, that's right, I heard the news.

-I'm sorry.
-Whatever.

I guess all the work's been halted.

So it goes.

They found the body of a child in that well.

You know, the well you were so curious about.

I gotta ask you, um...

What's the deal with that?

Um, I don't know.

I hope maybe the police
can find out something.

I was really talking about you.

You know, all the questions
you were asking about the well.

And then when we were there,
it's like you could sense something.

I mean, it freaked you out.

You're not psychic, are you?

Uh, no.

No, I'm not psychic.

You're certainly popular.

Hello, Eli.

Mel, this time I have something.

Clay's dispatcher just called me back.

Seems our ghost has been hard at work
putting Clay on disability leave.

What happened?

He had an accident.

I know you're gonna say
I was getting ahead of myself,

reaching out to the brother
who probably killed his little sister.

Manslaughter? Murder? Take your pick.

How about you start a phone call with,
"Can you talk? Or is this a bad time?"

No, I want you to pick one, seriously.

Oh, I get it, because Sam might be there.

And you don't want him to know
you have superpowers.

-Right.
-Got it, will do.

But come on, you gonna pick or what?

I'm inclined to go with manslaughter,

Gretchen's death being some kind of accident.

-There's something that keeps bothering me.
-One-armed Joe?

Okay, fine.

That poor boy you saw with his arm cut off.

You're thinking if Clay did kill his sister

in some sort of weird, rough,
freak tumble play accident,

-who's the armless kid?
-Yeah, and how is he related to Clay?

I called the school looking for a yearbook.

See if you could ID old Joe
as one of his classmates.

Then I remembered,
Clay was a little league star.

So, maybe Joe was one of the kids on his team.
I don't know, maybe he's lost his arm

in some kind of freak accident
that Gretchen saw.

-A double accident?
-Yeah.

That's him.

That's the boy I saw.

That's one-armed Joe?

That's Clay Dennis, Gretchen's brother.

-I'm telling you, that's him.
-He can't be both butcher and victim.

Gretchen blames him,
so he has to be involved somehow.

If he wants to hang onto his limbs,
he'd better start talking.

You know, the warning label on these
says that you're not supposed to drive.

I don't think that's a problem.

There's another warning
you should know, um...

I see spirits.

I've seen your sister, she's angry at you.

-You saw my sister's ghost?
-Yes.

And the fact that I talk to ghosts
is not something I like to admit,

unless I feel like someone's life
might be in danger.

Look, lady, what happened to my arm...

that was just a...

-freak thing.
-No, I don't think so.

It's too similar to a vision that I had.

You were a kid...

10 or 11 and that same arm was injured.

Missing, in fact.

Please stop.

I know exactly what you're talking about, but..

How...?

Oh, my God.

Because my sister told you.

In a way.

She showed me severed arms and legs.

I had no way to connect it except to her dolls
and what you had done to them.

What I did to them.

She tell you what I did to her?
Did she tell you that?

I was so mean to her.

She was such a stubborn tag-along.

She was always getting into my stuff.

Move!

There were times when I literally hated her.

This one time,
I was convinced that she slit my tires.

-What is the matter with you?
-I didn't touch your stupid bike!

-What did you do? What's wrong with you?
-I didn't do it, I promise!

So, I went nuts on her dolls.

Hiding them, hanging them.

She'd run, tell my parents,

write it down in this little notepad of hers.

About how she hated me right back.

Writing those stupid notes won't do anything.

Shut up and leave me alone!

One day, I don't even know what she did
to bug me, really,

but I just chopped up all of her dolls.

Mom!

Clay killed my dolls!

I got grounded for two weeks.

I was home alone.

Saw her latest entry.

She'd torn out the page,
but I could see the imprint.

She wrote...

"I wish clay's arms and legs were cut off."

She wished for you the same fate as her dolls.

And when my parents were gone...

I made that wish come true.

Help me!

Is this what you wanted?

What did you do to me?

I tried to stop her
before she could call my parents,

or 911.

I heard the screen door to the kitchen slam.

Gretchen, come back.

It was just a joke.

She was already gone.

She didn't come back that night.

Or the next, or the next.

I don't know what I was thinking.

She was 8 years old.

I heard my mom sobbing every night.

"How could this have happened?"

I knew.

But what I didn't know...

was what happened to Gretchen
after I scared her away.

Do you?

No.

But I'll find out.

I promise.

I saw you talking to him.

Gretchen, he didn't mean to hurt you.

He's been scared for you ever since.

I've been in the dark,

in the cold.

All this time I was afraid to go home.

Because you thought your wish
had come true?

But he's fine.

It was just a trick.

No, he's not fine.

He's alive.

-And I'm dead and it's all his fault.
-He would give anything to take it back.

There are no take backs
when it comes to the well.

Ask your friend Sam.

Hm.

I don't get it.

Why is the ghost going after Sam?

I thought she was mad at her brother.

I'm dealing with an angry 8-year-old
who keeps changing the rules as she goes.

None of it explains how she got down the well.

She wrote a note...

asking for the well's help
in punishing her brother.

That's how this all started, but then, Eli and I...

found this.

With her dolls at the old house.

"I wish he could know she was here."

-Did her brother write this?
-I don't think so.

Where are those tiles Sam brought?

Oh. I put them over here.

I wasn't sure if you were serious
about selling it as a garden fixture.

What do the tiles have to do with any of this?

This is how I'm gonna get Gretchen
to tell me the truth.

"Make a wish of your very own.
Hide it deep within the stone."

Gretchen,
you thought the well had real powers,

-and that's how your brother got hurt.
-Mm-hm.

Can I speak to her?

She's here, she's angry.

Like she was the time that she made a wish
wanting to hurt you.

Hide it deep within the stone.

Is it still in the stone?

I watched it fall away over time.

Years and years I was down there.

Because of you.

Look, whatever she's saying,

-Please just tell her I'm sorry.
-She's sorry, too.

Even if she doesn't remember feeling that way.

When you thought your wish had come true
and you saw your brother bleeding,

maybe even dying,

you came here to take back your wish,
didn't you?

It was so hard to reach.

You said there were no takebacks, you're right.

Even though you want to...

no one can change what's happened.

But you can grant one more wish.

You can help your brother forgive himself.

All I ever wanted to do was be with him.

No matter what he did.

She always looked up to you.

She wanted to be with you.

But I was so mean to you.

And you were just a kid.

You were a kid, too.

Will you tell him I love him and I forgive him?

I will.

She understands now.

That it was a horrible accident.

Same goes for you.

She wasn't in the well
when your girlfriend had her accident.

There was no spirit.

No magic.

You didn't make that happen.

Yeah, I didn't need a ghost's help.

I mean, I might not have gotten what I wanted,

but I definitely got what I deserved.

Allison, are you okay?

-You okay?
-Go away!

-Go away!
-Allison.

Get away from me!

Still, I can't help but wishing...

Wishing you did something different?

-So does she.
-Who?

The woman who left the note.

The one who came here

With your daughter.

Of course.

The other note.

"I wish that he could know she was here."

What...?

-What other note? What is she saying?
-I think she's talking about your girlfriend...

Allison.

Twelve years.

-And she'd been living here the whole time.
-In Lewiston.

Half an hour away, she was hurt.

Let him think that she had lost the baby
so she wouldn't force a child on him.

Didn't she think he had a right to know?

I think she wanted him to.

It's just...

As the years passed, it got harder to tell him.

So...

-The visits to the well.
-I guess so.

So far, so good, right?

What? Is she here?

Figured while I'm here,
I might as well help people.

Like your friend Sam.

Sam?

It was dark for so long.

Now it's so warm and bright.

What did you do for Sam?

I gave him what he wanted.

Something he really wanted.

Turns out it was something he already had.

What?

A piece of his life back.

Which life?

Thank you.

♪ My days are filled with mistakes ♪

♪ Some I didn't make ♪

♪ I carry them around ♪

♪ Some people don't feel a thing ♪

♪ Some kind of blissful dream ♪

♪ I wish I could live that now ♪

♪ Oh, I wish I could live that now... ♪

-Hi.
-Hi.

It's been kind of a weird day,

and I didn't know who else I could talk to
about it.

Okay.

I was going through all my stuff,

and I found a key.

♪ Tear me apart... ♪

I know it's strange, I've been hoping, wishing...

for a clue, something to tell me who I was.

Right?

♪ The best of me... ♪

Guess I got more than I bargained for.

♪ For ten thousand stones
Hanging deep in my heart... ♪

Are you sure this belongs to you?

Yeah, my name was right on the receipt,
Sam Lucas.

I bought that less than a month ago.

Question is...

Who did I buy it for?

♪ That ten thousand stones
Would build the best of me ♪