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Previously on
School Spirits...

Hi Maddie.

Welcome to the Split River High
Afterlife Support Group.

We're all just
trying to cross over

I mean, Janet did it and she'd
been here since 1960.

- Simon?
- Maddie?

Can you see me?

Don't move Janet!
No!

I've been here
for 60 years.

So whatever you did
to help Janet,

I want in.

This was the play
that killed me.

Mr. Martin's been
documenting our deaths.

He's been hoarding all the
objects we had with us

when we died. Who else knows
everything about us?

Hey stop!

Jacob!
Call 911.

What is that?

That's the person who
attacked Xavier tonight.

I don't know if this is real...

But you're alive,
out there.

We need a name
for the ticket.

Janet.

I know I can't explain what's
going on but I am here, Simon.

You're not crazy!

- It's locked.
- Maddie, be careful!

Please, you can't trust him.

Maddie!

You were there.
You knew.

Maddie.

I saw you
in the fallout shelter with her.

You, you were there
the day I died.

You watched it happen.
Why didn't you say anything?

I, I couldn't stop it.

It was her.

Mr. Martin, what happened to me?

[indistinct flashback voices
speaking]

- No.
- Yes, Janet.

Yes, you know that!

You have to tell me exactly
what happened.

I don't want to!

How did you feel?

- No, I didn't...
- Yes. Yes, Janet.

You have to tell me!
You have to!

Don't move, Janet.
No! No!

No! No!

Janet?

Wait.

Janet?

Wait.

Maddie! Maddie!

Maddie!

Mr. Martin, you have
to stop! You have to explain!

Mr. Martin?

Hey!
Stop!

Come on, let's get out here.

Hurry up!

Where does this even go?

You don't,
you don't understand.

None of you!
You can't.

What do you mean?
What's going on?

It wasn't meant
to be this way.

Don't pursue this.

I wish I never had.

Hey. You okay?

Did you see
where he went?

Did he say anything?

I know what happened to me.

Fuck!

Janet?

Wait.

Wait.

Janet. Wait.
It's okay. It's me.

Janet, stop.

Stop!

Wait, wait, Janet.

Janet!

Janet. No! No!

Please! Don't leave me!

They only have decaf.

We should tell the cops.

Agreed.

Decaf's a crime.

No, Nicole, we should
tell the cops it was Maddie.

We can't do that, not yet.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Is next week better for you?

We don't know
what's going on.

She looked terrified.

We need to find her,
talk to her.

We did find her.
And look what happened.

If we tell,
we've ruined her life.

I mean, we don't know why
she's been running.

We don't know if she's
in danger, in trouble.

And if we go to the police,

how do we catch them up
without exposing ourselves?

I mean, the only reason they
haven't pointed a finger at you

or me for the blackmail
and the missing money

is because the cops still think
Maddie was responsible.

I agreed to help find
the person

who hurt Maddie, okay?

And I was working
under the assumption

that Maddie was dead.

Now we know
we were wrong.

And, in fact, Maddie is the one
hurting us.

And if she went
for Xavier first,

who's to say she's not coming
for me next?

Can we at least wait
till Xavier wakes up?

I'm so sorry.
You said she ran through you?

And Mr. Martin knew
this whole time.

He was there
and just watched it happen.

And then you ran over
your ex with his truck?

No, that's what
I'm saying, Wally.

That wasn't me.
I didn't do that.

Simon showed me a photo of
someone who looked just like me,

but it wasn't me.

The last thing
I remember hearing

was Mr. Martin
telling her to stop.

He said a name
and it was definitely Janet.

But that doesn't make
any sense

'cause Janet crossed over, like,
a year before you got here,

so she couldn't have had
anything to do with it.

Unless he lied to us
about that too.

Well, when Wally
was Die Hard -ing

the door off downstairs,

I tried to grab
what I could from inside,

but there's, there's some
freaky stuff down there, Maddie.

Wait, Wally did what
to the door?

Oh. Oh, yeah,
it was super intense

and honestly, like, pretty hot,

but, yes, he went full-on
meathead action hero

when he heard you shouting.

You know, it just sounded
like you needed help,

so I helped.

Where is he now, Mr. Martin?

I don't know.

I lost him once he got
onto the grounds.

He just vanished.

What, you think
he hopped the fence?

No. There's no way he could've
made it to the boundary

before I got there.

Yeah, and we know
he can't leave the school.

Well, Janet did.

Wait, what was that thing
that Dawn always talked about?

I don't know, what'd she
call it, a "walk in"?

Yeah. She said,
if you're really messed up,

it's like hanging a vacancy sign
above your head.

We found a bunch of these
down there.

Mr. Martin's been keeping tabs
on us.

It's everything
we've ever told him

in group or out.

And he's been collecting
these things,

stuff we all had with us
when we died.

Get them.
Get everything.

You two search
the fallout shelter

and get everything you can
before he does.

Rhonda, we'll search
the campus until we find him.

If Mr. Martin and Janet
are the reason I'm here,

I wanna know why.

Twenty-minute stop.

Is there a place to call
for a taxi cab here?

Ah. No, sorry, hun,
no cabs are here.

Where you headed?

That's okay.
I'll just hitchhike.

No. No, you don't
wanna do that.

That's really dangerous.

You can try
one of those apps.

Might take a beat for a car
to get out this way,

but they come eventually.

Like, on your phone.

You okay, hun?

Do you need some help?
Can I call somebody or...

Just this, please.

Ma'am.

This is starting
to feel like a dead end.

We looked everywhere.

How are we supposed
to find somebody

that doesn't
wanna be found?

Make that two people
who don't wanna be found.

There's something we're not
understanding about this.

We're missing something.

Like what?

Gotta figure out how to flush
him out into the open.

If he's gonna hide from us,
maybe we have to coerce him.

With what?

Look, I don't know, Maddie, okay?

I'm grasping
at straws here too.

Okay, well, what if that
doesn't work?

Then I'll fucking force him out!

Okay, Rhonda,
I'm angry too,

but we don't have to go
to war with the tampons.

It's fine. They're no stranger
to a bloodbath.

Besides, it'll just reset. See?

Oh, my God!
Are you kidding me?

Walter, are you okay?

Are you serious
right now?

Hey! There you guys are.
What the hell?

Why aren't you down
at the fallout shelter?

We got worried
something happened?

Because the stupid door
still won't open.

It doesn't make any sense.
It should've reset by now.

Any sign of him?

No, we checked the east wing
of the school but nothing.

Okay, well, I got
fantastic news for you.

The hatch exit is off campus.
It's right flippin' there!

He-Man over here
hurried us out the back hatch,

but we didn't realize
that we couldn't...

It's literally right there!
We can't get to it!

Right. We all bounced back...
God damn it.

Okay, so we're locked out.

You know, if you two
hadn't been so rash,

I could've got
to the bottom of this myself.

But you butted in
and looked what happened?

Are you kidding me
right now, Rhonda?

Yeah, I'm so sorry, Rhonda,

but maybe if you weren't
snooping around

for the last few weeks
and lying to us about it,

then we would've been able
to help you.

Oh, really, Charley?
You wanna call me a liar?

Who was one who decided
to only grab his journal

when leaving
the fallout shelter, huh?

Sounds pretty selfish to me.

I didn't know that we weren't
gonna be able to get back in,

and for the record,
I also grabbed

this creepy little leather bag,

so you're welcome
for making sure

that we had something
and not nothing.

Guys, enough.

Right now, all the evidence
we have is locked up.

So we have to figure out
how to get back

into the fallout shelter.

Wait, Maddie, you,
you opened the door

when you heard Janet while you
were still alive, right?

Yeah.

Okay, so maybe it takes
a living person

to open this thing.

- We need him.
- Who?

Simon.

That may be harder
than it sounds.

You're not crazy.

You're not crazy.

Everything is fine.

So exactly what level of crazy

do you think he thinks
he's at?

Like mini meltdown or...

No. Full mental breakdown.

Oh, okay. Awesome.

Simon, don't freak out.
I can explain.

That was maybe just a little
too much for a first attempt.

Hi. I get it.
This is nuts,

but, please, the person
that you saw is not me.

Her name is Janet Hamilton.

Simon!

Not a word.

Where are you going?

Uh, I checked the pool,
the athletic complex,

nothing, so I thought I'd check
the old meeting grounds.

Wait, shouldn't you
be tailing Simon?

He's in Calc,
and no one died there,

so I can't talk to him
even if he'd let me.

He's avoiding me.

You okay?

Yeah, uh, just before
you came here,

nothing ever really changed,
you know?

Now it feels like
everything has.

I guess things will just never
really be the same, huh?

Probably not.

At least we never have to go
back in there with him again.

Ah, man, what am I supposed
to do with my time now?

Forty years
of him saying, "Jump"

and me asking, "How high?"

I trusted him, you know?

He wasn't
your coach, Wally.

Yeah. Right.

But what about you, though?

This is probably a lot
to wrap your head around.

Uh, yeah. I never thought
I'd have to consider

what it was like
to have someone out there,

running around
in my body.

Wait, does that mean
that you're not dead?

Like, not really dead?

Sure looks like I am.

No, Maddie, does that mean
you could go back to your life?

I don't know.

Well, would you?

Oh. You better go follow him.

Uh, keep me posted
if you see you know who.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Where are you hiding,
Mr. Martin?

Any idea
when he'll wake up?

He's stable.

We've got him
so he's comfortable.

With these kinds of injuries,

we just need
to watch and wait.

But he's gonna be okay?

We were able to remove
the intubation,

but we're keeping
a close eye on his breathing.

Would you like me to send
the doctor in or...

- Uh, no.
- Okay.

Just hit this button
if you need anything.

Okay.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

My mom and stepdad
just chewed my head off.

They're pissed.

They're asking more questions
than the cops did.

Did you tell them anything?

No, Nicole, I didn't
tell them anything.

But their questions
were valid.

Like what?

Like what was I doing
at an abandoned property

that they own
in the middle of the night?

But my stepdad
seemed more worried

about being held liable
for an accident

than about my safety,

which is, you know,
fucking typical.

Hey.

How's he doing?

Uh, still just watching
and waiting.

Sheriff, are you okay?
You look exhausted.

No offense.

Yeah, I've just been working
all night,

trying to track down
the bastard who did this to him.

There's still not much
to go on, though.

Did you find anything?

Yeah, his truck.

We found it down
on Lake Street,

a couple blocks
from the bus station.

Don't, don't worry.
We're gonna get this guy.

He can't run
from us forever.

I agree, there is
a lot of anxiety, Ms. Price.

But that's hardly surprising,

given the year
the students have had so far.

I mean, two staff members gone

and, and a student
possibly killed.

Well, I'm sure it wouldn't
have to come to that, no.

Or, yes, you know, we have
another pep rally.

I love the...
Hello? Yes?

Are you, are you there?

I need my schedule changed.

Simon, we're halfway
through the semester.

Mr. Hartman, I need
my schedule changed.

I can't be
in that classroom anymore.

Every day, all I can think about
is Maddie.

It's causing me stress.
It's affecting my work.

- I don't even...
- All right, fine.

Just come to the desk.
Come on.

Excuse me, ladies.

So, uh, all right,
which class

do you need changed?

- English and history.
- Mm-hmm.

And I'd prefer not to eat lunch
in the cafeteria.

Smooth, Simon.

I'd like to ask your permission
if I could eat in my car.

Simon, don't do this.
You're being dumb.

Come on, Mr. Hartman,
help me out here.

Simon, the classes are fine,
but I cannot let you

eat in your car.

Uh. How about the greenhouse?

Mr. Copeland has been asking
for help

to deter students
who've been imbibing

in, uh, unapproved
herbal substances, hmm,

in his free periods there.

So you could help deter.

Okay. Sounds good.

Perfect.

Ugh, that's not helpful at all.

God, it's so annoying
that no one died here.

Now,
I want you to know

that I am only doing this

you really helped me out
this year,

bringing us that information
on Mr. Anderson.

Yes, exactly.
That was because of me.

Right. Happy to help.

Come on, Simon.
How could this be fake

if that was real?
There's your freaking proof.

Hello!

What the fuck is going on?

Can you see anything
going on here?

Can you see me?
Hello!

What the hell, Rhonda?

Do you understand
anything out of my mouth?

Are you... Is anyone home?

How could you not have seen
Mr. Martin?

What are you?
Lawn ornaments?

Rhonda, what's going on?

They had to have seen something.

They were standing right here
when he disappeared.

And I know they have
mouths that work!

They never shut up
with this stupid music!

Can't you see that everything
is completely fucked?

Wake up!

Ten hut!

What's going on?

Is this about
what Charley said earlier,

about you lying?

Why do you have to listen
to everything Charley says?

I've tried every key
in this building

and I can't unlock
the fallout shelter.

Okay, we'll figure it out.
But we're working on it.

Working on it?

Yeah, I thought
I was working on it

and now we're in this mess.

I should've trusted
my intuition.

- This is my fault.
- This isn't your fault.

We'll do it together.
We'll figure this out.

Oh, really, Pollyanna?
We'll just figure it out?

Didn't seem like
you were making

a ton of progress with Simon.

Hey, I'm just trying
to help you.

- Don't lash out at me.
- That is what I do.

I lash.

I should've learned
my lesson before.

Never trust
an authority figure.

They're all just wolves
in sweater vests.

Look, I didn't know
what else to do, okay?

I'm not you.

What does that mean?

You've been here a few weeks
and you let everyone in.

I can't do that.
I just can't.

The night
of the homecoming dance,

I saw you and Wally.

It was such a strange feeling.

And I was happy
for you both,

but, at the same time,
I felt so lonely.

Lonelier than I've felt
in lots of very lonely years.

Mr. Martin was off
on his own,

working on something.

He had my acceptance letter
to Berkeley.

The last time I saw it
was right before I died.

Where did you get that?

Rhonda.

I apologize, I didn't,
I didn't hear you come in.

Um, you're not
at the dance.

That's mine.
Why do you have it?

- How did you get that?
- Rhonda.

I think you've made
tremendous progress.

And, eventually, you'll
be ready to move on

to, to more complex methods
of research.

That's what this is.

No, not,
not today, Rhonda.

Just trust me.

This is a little too advanced.

But I was desperate
to know why he had my letter.

I thought maybe all
I needed to do

was offer up a morsel,
a little quid pro quo.

What kind of morsel.

Maddie can talk to him.

Her friend.

They've been talking
for weeks.

He can see her.

Excuse me, Rhonda.

Why did you do that?

Well, I was right,
wasn't I?

He was up to something.

Later, I followed him
to the fallout shelter.

I found where he'd been keeping
my letter

all other the other objects
from our lives.

Sorry.

I just wanted answers.

So I stabbed you in the back
like a freaking rat fink.

Yeah?

And what did that get you?

A whole lot of nothing.

Look, no more lies,
no more secrets.

We've just gotta be able
to trust each other.

Well, that's not
my strong suit.

No shit.

Shouldn't we go back to the
hospital or something?

Why are we stopping?

Why did you drag me out here
to make a freaking phone call?

You saw it. The bus station
is crawling with cops.

And we need to know if Maddie
got on that bus, right?

Okay, well, I'll just call
the bus company.

And why couldn't you do that
from your cell?

Because I don't need my number

being traced back
to this insanity.

Don't you think
that's a little much?

I mean, does that thing
even work?

What, you hate the idea?
Fine.

I don't need
your help with this.

Come on...

Hey this is Simon Elroy.
You know what to do.

Simon. Call me.
We have to talk. Please.

Oh, my God.
They do a head count!

What?

When they let people
on and off the bus,

there's a head count
to make sure

no one gets left behind

during, like, bathroom breaks
and whatever.

They said the last bus
out of Split River

had one irregularity.

One person got off
but didn't get back on

at a stop
out in Bingham County,

a town called, um, Rockton.

Never heard of it.

It doesn't matter.
You and Simon can go tomorrow.

Wait, tomorrow?
Why not now?

Why don't we go?

Because I've already missed
four classes

and my parents
will go apeshit.

Besides, we don't even know
if it was her yet.

And if it doesn't work,
we are calling the police.

And hut.

Come on, Simon.
Get in the game.

Oh, no. I'm out.

Who knew stalking someone
could be so dull?

It's time for group.

I didn't know
where else to go.

Mr. Martin has reduced me

to a cliche
gay best friend lackey

with a low sense
of self-worth

who he thinks
he can control.

Is that, is that
who I really am?

- No, Charley.
- No.

Don't listen to anything
that guy says.

Does it say something
about me in there, though?

Oh, no, I'm sure he saved

all of his deeply cutting
Wally digs

for your own
unsolicited biography.

Probably never get to read
that one.

What about in here?

Self-obsessed much?

What's this?

What are
all these letters?

Is this some sort
of messed up board game?

- No.
- What?

Uh, meet me
in the library, okay?

Take this.

It's a map.
It's a death map.

Mr. Martin mapped out
all the places we died.

Well, that's not creepy
at all.

All right, Maddie, where here
would Simon go

where he wouldn't know
you could talk to him?

Because you could,
you could corner him

and get him
to listen.

Well, we've talked
in almost all these places.

Who's Y?

wait, somebody died
in the greenhouse?

Holy shit.
Oh, my God.

Simon's spending his lunch hour
in the greenhouse.

Okay, listen to me,
Maddie,

whatever you do, you gotta
make this count, all right?

This could be our last chance.

Anderson's phone code,

the band uniforms,
the stolen money,

Simon, you couldn't have known
all that without me.

The girl you saw
in the world isn't me.

I know it sounds
absolutely insane,

but that's a ghost who died
in a fire here in 1958.

What's not working.
Try a different approach.

My dad's funeral.

I know we never talked
about it since.

But after you went up
and saw him,

you told me that you would
stay outside

in case I needed you.

You sat under
that creepy birch tree.

And you wore that
dumb yellow Tommy Bahama tie

your mom got you
with the blue fish on it.

The one that made you look like
you had a timeshare in Florida.

You stayed later
than everyone.

Later than my extended relatives
from Minnesota.

Later than the chaplain.

And I watched you
from the window.

I couldn't come out and see you
because I was scared

that I'd cry, and I thought
I would never stop.

And when my mom told you
you should go home,

you cried too.

That doesn't prove anything.

It's not privileged information.

I haven't forgotten
any of that.

Her name is Janet Hamilton.

Fucking google it.

She's the reason I'm here.

I need you.

- Oh, there you are.
- What?

Okay, I think
that's a lot of attitude

for someone who hasn't responded
to a single text

in over 24 hours.

You seriously have nothing
to say

about the picture I sent you?

We saw Maddie.

What do you need, Nicole?

Claire's ready
to go to the cops

and tell them
what Maddie did last night,

so we have to convince her
to chill

until we figure out
what's going on.

That wasn't me, Simon.
You know I wouldn't do that.

Turn her in.

What?

Quit dilly-dallying
or your father

will have supper eaten

before we've even
taken it off the stove.

Don't you dare.

Now get out of this kitchen

before I chase you out.

Careful, mother, that's not
the way to teach Janet

how to properly treat guests.

You're hardly a guest.
You eat here every Saturday.

Now shoo.
You have a sermon to write.

Fine.

You're the only person on Earth
who speaks to him like that.

Somebody has to.

While we have a moment
of privacy, come here.

What's this?

I couldn't help myself.

I saw it
in the wholesale catalogue

and I thought all it needs
is a little embroidery work.

I know your parents
aren't always supportive

of your interests,

but I will always be.

A lab coat.

I don't think father
will like this.

Well, we'll just
tell him it's an apron.

Now hurry.

Get the silverware out
and set the table.

Can't leave your mother
and brother waiting too long.

Thank you.

You might wanna wait till you
grade it to thank me.

Okay.

I've been wanting
to actually thank you

for, uh, homecoming,

for that letter
that you found.

Yeah, I totally,
totally forgot about that.

Well, I never will.

I lost someone
when I was in school too.

That letter
was from him.

Reading it was pretty surreal.

It's like my friend
was right there with me.

Maybe what they say
is true.

Maybe the dead
never really leave us.

I'll see you tomorrow, Simon.

Okay.

Janet Hamilton.

Fire.

I really thought I'd be able
to get through to him.

If I didn't have a low sense
of self-worth before,

I definitely do now.

It's like my homecoming game
all over again.

Called the wrong play.

Where the hell
is Mr. Martin?

Where the hell
is my body

It was blue.

The tie.

The fish were yellow.

You messed that part up.

Si...

I think about
that day so much.

And if you are just
in my head,

you would've gotten it right.

You just tell me
how I can help.

I'll start
on the far wall.

You coming?

Yeah. I just need
a second.

I was scared
you'd never talk to me again.

Codependent much?
It was, like, a day.

Hey, guys,
what are these?

Holy shit...

How long do you think
she was down here?

Welcome to the waiting room.
Have a seat.

This mythicalogical river
is used by ghostly ferrymen

to transport souls of the dead
to the underworld.

The answer
is the River Styx.

Correct!

Eleven points.

You staying?

Get the crash cart!