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Previously on School Spirits.

Wake up!

You should tell the cops it was Maddie.

Claire's ready to go to the cops.

Turn her in.

It's a death map.

Her name's Janet Hamilton.

She's the reason I'm here. I need you.

Where the hell is my body?

You just tell me how I can help.

How long was Janet down here?

He stands?

Where did you get this?

Janet, I asked you a question.

Where did you get this?

For heaven's sakes, Joe, she just woke up.

Poor gal's been studying so hard,

- she slept right through... - Mother, please.

Is it a gift from that chemistry teacher?

Janet?

Did he go to this college?

It's the, it's the...

- It's the University of Chicago. - I didn't hear you.

Mr. Martin went to the University of Chicago.

That catalog is from...

Is he encouraging you to go to this here school?

It has a superior program in chemical engineering.

Perhaps your brother can take advantage of it

when the time comes.

Why?

Dale's not even interested in...

There's only one person who need attend college

in this family, Janet.

It would be better for you to apply

that overactive brain to something useful.

Like finding a husband, someone to take care of you.

And you could show your gratitude

by giving him a house full of healthy children.

Or maybe I can take care of myself

and I don't want a house full of children.

We speak with grace and respect

in this God-fearing household, young lady.

Now, you can take care of that

so no one around here gets hurt.

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah... ♪

♪ Don't forget me when I'm gone ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah... ♪

♪ Don't forget me when I'm gone, gone ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah... ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah... ♪

♪ Don't you forget me... ♪

♪ Don't forget me when I'm gone ♪

♪ Don't you forget me when I'm gone ♪

♪ Don't you forget me... ♪

♪ Don't forget me when I'm gone ♪

Rhonda.

- What are you doing? - I think this is me.

What?

Look at the jawline.

Crooked baby finger.

Mr. Martin wrote in this notebook

that I haunt this corner of the second floor.

Yeah, but he didn't mean literally.

Oh, no, I guess he did.

Weren't your bones buried?

How do I know? I wasn't there.

My mother could have donated my body...

What the hell, Rhonda? Jesus.

This is not about you. We're helping Maddie, all right?

What, like she's the only one of us

that's separated from her body?

At least yours is out there

sunbathing or getting a foot massage.

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

The rest of us lab rats have nothing

but the cryptic scribblings of a devious chemistry teacher.

Yeah, who you were swapping intel with behind our backs.

Is there anything else you forgot to tell us?

Okay, guys, can we please stop fighting and put this energy

into focusing on where Janet may be?

Yeah, or at least Mr. Martin.

- He's not in this building. - How do you know that?

Because I've been around longer than a blue M&M, Moose.

Call it intuition, but I feel it in my bones.

Okay, you're not funny. Also, I think I have an idea.

So, team, huddle up.

Okay, so...

Here it is. This is our school.

Mr. Martin, what we're gonna do

is we're gonna fan out,

and we're gonna run a naked bootleg.

We're all gonna come inside.

Charley, you're gonna reach around the back,

and you are gonna slip in through the backside.

I'm gonna run a fake...

Um, are you understanding any of this?

No idea, but you're blushing.

I'm making this confusing.

I'm making it confusing.

This is our line of scrimmage, but imagine it upside down.

- Okay, Wally? - Yeah?

We may need to go buy another playbook

because we've been scouring the fallout shelter

for the last three days

and there's still no sign of Mr. Martin or Janet.

I know, but I just thought if we looked at the individual notes

that he kept on each of us...

We have, and somehow you still think

being referred to as a devoted sheepdog

- is a good thing. - Well, if Mr. Martin is...

Gone. Mr. Martin is gone. He's gone.

Okay? He probably jumped beyond the fence or something.

I mean, if Janet could just climb into Maddie's body,

who knows what her Dr. Frankenstein could do.

- Who's Dr. Frankenstein? - Oh, dear God.

Almost done here.

- Do you want us to leave? - No, you're fine.

How are you feeling? You ready to go home.

Your father should be here soon.

You've made a remarkable recovery.

She's right.

Over the weekend, we were praying.

I even stuck a prayer card on your lamp.

Well, Saint Raphael must have helped

because you are one lucky young man.

Hey, man.

Hey, I heard the good news.

Official discharge at 10:00 a.m.

Why didn't you wanna ride with me?

I had some stuff to take care of.

Like what? Going to the cops?

And what if he did?

We're all going to have to eventually.

- Why the cops? - Of course

you would think that's a good idea.

Why don't you two just skip in there together?

Who cares if it screws up Maddie's future?

What's this got to do with Maddie?

They want the cops to know that she stole your truck

so she'll never come back.

What?

Maddie took my truck?

Backed into me?

So the person in the hood, the person that I was chasing,

- you're saying that that was... - Yes.

- And also no. - What?

What does no mean?

Okay.

I know that person may have looked like Maddie.

It doesn't mean it was Maddie.

- We have a video. - You do?

Yeah, we all saw her face, Simon.

Okay.

Maddie, or at least her spirit,

it's trapped in our school.

I mean, she can't leave,

but her body, or at least the girl in it,

she croaked like 60-some years ago.

Her name's Janet.

And she basically stole Maddie's shell.

And we have to help her get it back

so Maddie's bones and her spirit can reunite.

Do we have to pray for you too?

Look, I could probably explain this a lot better.

Yeah, if you passed out mushrooms.

I know, I know, I know. I sound insane.

No, you zoomed past insane

when you said the dead girl stole her bones.

So she's trapped in the school?

According to Maddie, there are others with her.

She's not alone.

But every time she tries to leave the campus,

there's like this force that hurls them back.

So you're saying that

Maddie's a ghost and you've spoken to her?

Okay, I'm not up for 8:00 a.m. zombie talk.

I have cheer practice and a Spanish quiz.

Claire, the person who hit Xavier is a stranger.

Maddie would never intentionally back over Xavier.

Am I right, Nicole?

Right now, I might back over somebody.

You seriously have to talk to someone.

Maybe not trapped in the school. You're delulu.

Hey, text me if you want me

to bring anything by your house.

Simon, you need to touch grass.

Who are the others?

- Trapped in the school? - A teacher?

Locked her up? For how long?

We stopped counting the scratches after 150.

Wait, she was down there for months?

We're sort of in the middle of a family crisis right now.

Yeah, maybe you just wanna go back

to marching band practice, okay?

She said it was time to wake up.

Yeah, well, I thought you'd toss the horn

and change into a fabric that at least breathed.

Are those even pants?

They look like ironed AstroTurf.

They're highly resistant to the elements.

If that's a map, I could really use one.

I kind of forgot where the bathrooms are.

That's a map of all the places in the school where people...

- died. - Did anyone die in a bathroom?

Oh my God, Rhonda, can you please take her back?

- Why me? - Because...

you wake it, you buy it.

Do you know where Mr. Martin may be hiding?

Dead chemistry teacher, about this tall,

dark hair, smells like stale coffee.

Never mind.

Okay, we need to figure out why Mr. Martin

drew a "Y" over the greenhouse.

Yuri!

Wait.

"Y" could be for Yuri. That must be where Yuri died.

Is that the dead kid looping at the pottery wheel?

Uh-huh.

We need to talk to him.

We can't. He only speaks Russian.

And he's completely out of it.

- You doing okay? - Yeah.

Listen, if you're worried about the animal

that plowed into you...

No, I'm not.

Well, good, because we're getting closer

to finding out who it was.

We tracked down a witness.

- Says they saw something. - What did they see?

They saw someone in a...

a hooded jacket around your truck.

- You got any memory at all? - Nothing.

I barely remember that night.

Here you are, Sheriff.

All right.

- I'll be right back. - Yeah, all right.

Welcome to Red Pine County Hospital...

- You looking for me? - No.

No. Uh...

There were other people sitting in here the other night.

Tall guy in a fishing vest.

Lady with a Marge Simpson haircut smoking a cigarette.

Uh, no one's been allowed to smoke

in this building since 2009.

Right.

Do you speak any Russian?

I speak dictionary.

What'd you just ask him?

It was supposed to be, "May I interrupt,"

but I might have just asked him if he shaves his legs.

Mm-hmm.

Do you speak any English at all?

Yuri, did Mr. Martin or Janet ever come through here?

All right, I think we're wasting our time.

This dude spent, like, 50 years inhaling shellac.

Seems like he's been inhaling more than that.

Have you been to the greenhouse?

Greenhouse?

Green... house?

Oh, jeez, if we're playing charades, I call Charley.

Oh, yeah.

We have to talk to everyone, okay?

Mr. Martin could have been experimenting

on every dead kid in this building.

I don't think that he was doing all that.

Someone else is running around in my body right now,

and I have no idea where I am. Or where she is.

I mean, where we are. It...

Even if we did get her back here,

we have no idea how to undo a body swap.

Do we? We know nothing.

So please, Rhonda,

do not tell me we're wasting time.

That was him. He said that.

Hey, look.

We're not stopping until we get answers, okay?

Right? I promise.

Why don't we go to the greenhouse,

and we can come up with a better plan

while we're not inhaling glaze? Huh?

Okay?

This class could seriously clean up on Etsy.

Like, I mean, if this had a brim, I'd wear it.

Janet made that one.

♪ They say the party won't be on until I get up in the place ♪

♪ Hey, people say my name ♪

♪ Blow it up, blow it up ♪

♪ I wanna see you Blow it up, blow it up ♪

♪ When you walk in the room Blow it up, blow it up ♪

♪ I light a fire, babe ♪

♪ Blow it up, blow it up ♪

♪ I make the party go boom ♪

♪ You never see me coming, see me coming ♪

♪ But I knock you right off your feet ♪

♪ We make the party go boom ♪

Sorry.

We're cool.

Mandy, can we take a water break?

Thanks.

You're better than this.

What's her problem?

You should be staring her down.

Does she know how pissed her parents are

just for, like, hanging out with him?

I don't know what last name

she could have used to check in.

It could have been Nears or Hamilton, but...

she'd definitely be paying in cash.

All right, come on, round up, ladies.

Yeah. Okay. Yeah, thanks for your time.

Uh, I'm calling The Midway.

Ew.

That nasty motel near the fairgrounds?

No way would Maddie ever sleep there.

That'd be a step up from squatting

in one of those dumps her family used to live in.

- Whose family? - Okay.

I'm doing a deep dive the past couple days.

Turns out Janet Hamilton's family...

Simon, stop.

You gotta stop with this body-snatching Janet talk.

I'm serious, dude.

I'm saying this with love.

We've gotta be a team.

We can't trust Claire. She's gonna go to the cops.

But you've gotta get it together and speak to a professional.

All right. I'm headed to Bingham County at lunch.

If you still care and wanna join...

Of course I still care.

I'll drive.

What the fuck? You speak English?

Wait, and you knew Janet,

and you get to smoke in this school?

- What should I answer first? - All of the above.

Uh, yeah. I knew Janet.

She'd come in here every once in a while.

I spent a decade or three trying to teach her

how to make a pitcher.

Okay, did she ever say anything about planning

to steal someone else's body or where she'd go

when she was in it?

If you're not from Moscow, where did Yuri come from?

My dad is from Russia.

My mom is from Virginia.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Why did you let Mr. Martin and everyone else

think that you didn't speak a word of English?

Well, it got me out of his bogus traffic school for acceptance.

Yeah, but you spent decades alone

hypnotized by a pottery wheel.

We all gotta push against the darkness any way we can.

- Yeah, Mr. Martin used to say... - Mr. Martin was full of shit.

I don't need to spend my time questioning why I'm here.

I've got immortal youth.

You know, no shelf life.

No chapped lips. No regrets, man.

What about you?

Um, do you have regrets?

No.

I mean, um, you know, if I could redo 10th grade,

I'd probably reconsider

my one-man show about Mary Todd Lincoln.

Yeah, I'd still do it, obviously, you know,

just without the, um, costume or the wig.

That's brave.

What about this box?

Um, did Janet make this box, too?

Uh-huh.

Okay, wow, so she also took wood shop.

She was busy.

- What's this? - What's what?

That was fast.

I didn't expect you to be back already.

Well, I'm not.

Yeah, my dad is downloading Hartman.

Basically, once I get back to school,

I have my doctor's permission

to start falling asleep in every class.

Finally.

Nice.

How are you doing?

Me? I'm fine.

I mean, you're the one that almost died.

I did. For a few minutes.

What?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Hey, it's good to see you out of that place.

Hey, Claire.

If she's out there, Maddie,

I mean, you know that you and I, we can't be together.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

I mean, of course.

Of course, I mean, if finding out about us is what made her

- flip out and back a truck-- - I deserved it.

Maybe more.

I should go.

Um, I've already missed the first period.

- I'll see you. - I'll see you.

So you're telling me this was just sitting in there?

- Yeah. - So he knew Janet?

Yes. It was under her pot in a box.

I mean, this has to be the notebook

we couldn't find, right?

The one Mr. Martin was keeping on Janet?

These first ten pages are like chemical equations.

I mean, maybe they explain why these notebooks are still here.

And Janet's pot.

And how Mr. Martin locked that door on us

and it didn't reset.

I might as well read this upside down.

Does...

Does any of this make sense to you?

Maddie, all the chemistry I know I learned from the professor

on Gilligan's Island.

Where's Rhonda?

Uh, she's trying to lose the horn player.

Does that horn player have a name?

- Yeah, horn player. - It's Quinn.

Maddie?

Hi.

- Do we know anything more? - No.

No, not yet, but I'm on it.

Any idea why Janet got off the bus in Rockton?

We only know what she was running from.

Haven't figured out what she was running to.

Maybe we gotta ask what she might be looking for out here.

We're working on it.

Maddie, even if...

Even if we find this person,

do we know if we can get your body back?

You said you heard her cries for help,

but you...

you were technically still alive that day,

walking through a boiler room, hearing a dead girl.

How?

I don't know.

I can only guess that I was in a dark place.

I was in pain.

And she was too.

Maybe it's the same reason you could see and hear me.

Xavier?

Who's on the phone?

Uh, just some friends.

Happy to know I made it out of the hospital.

Ah. You can add the principal to that list.

He's gonna speak with your teachers.

You can work for the rest of the week from home.

Oh, really?

I mean, I think I'd get a lot more done

if I just hung out here.

Did my make-up stuff in the library.

Well, I think you'd probably be better off at home.

You could lie down.

Well, a library has a couch.

Seriously, I'm gonna get nothing done in my bedroom.

It's your call, Son.

Hey, so where are we going now?

I still wanna hit The Midway.

- Maybe that motel in Wammakee. - It's like 60 miles away.

But it's still in the county. She bought a county map.

Yeah, but I think we should maybe...

Nicole, you were there. You heard what the clerk said.

Someone who looked just like Maddie bought a map.

A map.

Something they haven't sold in 10 years.

What's your point?

A map is something a teenager from 1958 would buy

because they don't own a freaking phone.

They still think GPS stands for General Postal Service.

Simon, we are not going back to that 1958 place again.

Do you hear me?

How come you can only wrap your mind

around a ghost if it's holy?

We're both raised Catholic, Nicole.

We both believe in purgatory.

People gotta wait before they find out where they're headed.

So why can't you believe Maddie's still waiting

- at Split River High? - I'm not talking about this.

Why?

Because Maddie's not dead.

Okay, that doesn't mean she's living in her body.

Hey, hey! Nicole! Oh, come on.

Get in,

but you're not allowed to ask any more questions.

Okay.

Just one.

What's Brazilian Bum Bum cream,

and is that the same thing as Butt Butter?

That's two, nerd.

Yo, they got records going back to the day this place opened.

Is it just me, or does this look like

something carved into a pyramid?

Please don't hover.

- I hate people who hover. - I'm not hovering.

I'm six inches away.

That's regulation distance from our tuba.

Whoa. Guys, check this out.

Okay.

Janet checked out Fahrenheit 451 like four times.

Does that mean anything?

That she liked it.

Make that five times.

Once for the Science Club.

You gonna be okay, Cherry Pop?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Feels like he's staring at me.

You know what?

I wanna figure out who these science kids are,

because for all we know, Janet could be racing

around town with one of her egghead friends right now.

Those eggs are now 83.

Only thing racing are their pacemakers.

- This is shorthand. - What?

That code, the loopy slashes and hooks.

My grandma was a secretary. She taught it to me.

What are you saying? You can read that?

Well, I'm not fluent, but kind of, yeah.

Translate, please.

Um...

I don't think these sections were written by the same person.

Of course they were.

See all this weird chicken scratch?

His A's always looked like O's, remember?

Tuba distance, please.

I wonder if the pages starting from back here

were written by Janet.

Why?

Because this part's referring to Mr. Martin

in the third person.

Okay, so you think she stole the notebook written

about her so she could write about him?

- We don't know if she stole it. - Why was she hiding it then?

She's using the word "our" a lot.

It seems like whatever experiment he was conducting,

they might have been a team.

- Like, um, lab partners. - There's no way.

He kept her down there for months.

She was his prisoner.

Maybe when you found her, but not when she wrote this.

Yo, what was going on between those two?

Looks like they both planned on getting out of here.

Together.

Wow! Incredible.

How long has your grandma lived here?

Forever.

She was born in the corner room upstairs.

No.

Well, it must be nice to have a real sense of home.

This home, yes.

I can breathe here.

But then we have to go back to our house,

and it's suffocating.

It smells like wet dog and cabbage.

But Grandma's house smells like

baking and cinnamon and sweet almond extract.

Um, be careful.

Cyanide smells like that, too.

Not to everyone.

37% of the population can't even smell cyanide.

True.

That is not the kind of information one learns

from a Slo Poke wrapper, Miss Hamilton.

You must read a lot.

Too much, I'm told.

People don't like girls who know all the answers.

Wait till you get to college.

- You'll be in your element. - Do you really think so?

No, I know so.

Once you're out of Split River,

you'll defy all these small-town expectations.

You'll be finding new cures for disease.

Discovering new planets.

I can't believe you just said that.

- Disease? - Planets.

I was just thinking this morning,

what if there are more rogue planets up there than stars?

Gosh.

Not too many, I hope.

We'll run out of names.

You'll now have to use Pig Latin.

Eptune-nay. Upiter-jay.

Aturn-say.

Reverend Hamilton, I presume.

I don't think we've had the pleasure.

I'm Everett Martin,

- Janet's chemistry teacher. - I know who you are.

Go inside, help your mother with supper.

Daddy, please.

So, bus break down?

Why are you driving her home?

No, Janet actually stayed late to help me test out

- some lab equipment. - She could have telephoned home

if she needed a ride.

Honestly, it wasn't out of my way.

You know, folks may get the wrong idea.

Grown man driving around town with a student.

Reverend Hamilton, I assure you, my intentions are honorable.

Um, in fact, I'm meeting my fiance

for supper at the Howard Johnson's in Bingham.

The ideas you are planting in my daughter's head

are far from honorable.

Sir, uh, if you're under the impression...

We're not sending Janet to college.

That would be such a mistake.

With her keen mind, she could pursue a career

- in the sciences. - I am well aware

of her keen mind.

Yours, however, unsettles me, Mr. Martin.

I think it's best if you concentrate on your lessons

or you could be looking for a teaching position

in another district.

Well, I'm glad we at least agree on Janet's intelligence.

Wish you a good night, sir.

Does she really call Mr. Martin her champion?

Yeah.

Where does she say that?

There.

How is this the same person I heard screaming

to get away from him?

Something must have soured between them.

- I don't know. - For sure. But who knows what?

She wasn't the most reliable narrator.

What does that mean?

She clearly kept secrets.

I mean, there's pages torn out of this thing.

But when did she figure out

she could leave here in someone else's body?

Okay, Quinn, maybe you should keep reading.

No, no, no. Don't keep reading.

This is taking way too long.

Let's just go talk to the looping exchange student.

- Not an exchange student. - I know! I know!

He's a liar, and he's a spy from Virginia.

Okay.

Oh no.

Yuri, what else did Janet trust you with, huh?

You better start talking right now,

or I'll put your whole body on that wheel,

and I'll spin you like a bottle. Now tell me, what was she after?

Crossing over or body snatching?

Wally, can we not start with threats?

Sorry, I actually tried chatting it up

with this Spinal Tap wannabe,

but he pretended like he didn't understand me for 40 years!

You think Janet talked to me about crossing over?

- She wouldn't. - Why not, hm?

Because she knows I don't believe in any of it.

Where do you think you're going that's better than this?

- It's probably much worse. - Save your lame opinions, dude.

- We're here for answers. - Aren't we all?

But the mysteries of death compound themselves, dude.

You always have another question.

Stop, stop, stop with the riddles, Nowhere Man.

Listen to me. Maddie's not dead.

Okay? She's not like us.

She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And she was mugged by your friend who was up here

hatching a getaway plan with her teacher.

I don't know anything about that.

Well, I think you do,

because you sit there all dazed and confused,

spouting wisdom like Yoda. Well, guess what?

You're no more evolved than the rest of us you are.

I bet you got drawers full of stolen ketchup packets.

You caught me.

All right, what else belonged to her, huh?

What else was Janet hiding?

That was Janet's.

- Wally? - Hm?

Come. Come with me.

Why are you going all aggro on this kid?

He may be telling us the truth.

I don't know what the truth is anymore.

Everything I've ever known is gone.

- I lost two coaches, two teams. - Wally.

I spent years sitting in that folding chair,

and I never once questioned our damn leader.

That's not a sheepdog, Maddie. That's a sheep.

What happened with Mr. Martin is not your fault.

But if you end up pushing away someone who can help us,

that will be.

How am I supposed to fix this for you

if I can't even leave the school?

What can I do?

I can't compete with Simon.

He's alive.

Why do you think you have to fix this for me?

Or compete?

Simon is not your rival, Wally.

We're all on the same team.

I just wanna do something real.

I wanna give you answers.

I don't wanna sit around like a block of cheese.

I want whatever is going on between us to get better.

Deeper.

I just keep feeling like I'm getting benched.

Wally, if you think you have to put on a cape for me,

you're way off.

I mean, if anything, that makes me cringe.

This is not 1983.

I've never asked anyone to solve my problems.

And I'm not starting now.

I just wanna be more than a mushy shoulder

to cry on, okay?

That makes me feel like a total wastoid.

I have no idea what that means.

But if you think being loyal

and kind and unjaded is something to be ashamed of,

you're wrong.

If anything, it's kind of hot.

You don't always have to score the winning point, Wally.

At least, not for me.

Hey, did we just have our first fight?

Maybe.

Cool.

♪ My skeleton is freaking me out ♪

♪ I'm in my body again ♪

♪ Don't wanna talk about it ♪

♪ Ever again ♪

♪ My OCD is kicking in again... ♪

Hey!

♪ Again I won't complain ♪

♪ Again... ♪

Hey.

My pants are called bibbers.

What?

I don't get it.

If Janet made this, why isn't it resetting?

- I don't know. - He doesn't know.

Dang.

Oh, I feel like crap.

What if we do get Janet back here,

and she sees that I broke this in 50 pieces?

Oh my God. She's going to kill me.

- Too late. - It's true.

Seriously, uh, don't sweat it.

Happens every day around here.

People trash everything. Sometimes their best work.

- That's a shame. - Uh, not really.

You got to let things go.

As soon as you give things up,

- better stuff can come to you. - Huh.

Somebody wrote something very similar

to that in my yearbook,

except for he wasn't as eloquent.

He basically just wrote a limerick

that rhymed every word with "Venus".

Janet rhymed geranium with titanium.

- Um... - What are you talking about?

Uh, I found it in this old yearbook.

It was donated by this Science Club kid,

and Janet wrote this really cornball poem

inviting him to watch her string 'em in Bingham.

- String what? - I don't know. Popcorn?

Wait, what was in Bingham?

Uh, family farm, I think. Why?

Wally, where is that yearbook?

It's in the library. Am I in trouble?

You may have uncovered our best lead yet.

Janet got off the bus in Bingham County.

Wally, you're a genius. Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, um, we're still in the room. So...

Come on, let's find that poem.

We should talk Mandy

into letting us wear the sparkly socks.

And something sparkly on our lips.

- And our hair, too. - OK, slow down, Kristen.

We don't want to look like disco balls.

You into it?

The sparkles?

What? Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Well, we can come up with a plan on Friday.

You're still hosting, right?

Um, that is TBD.

Things are a little tense in my house right now.

Oh, is your mom getting another divorce?

No.

She's just raging that Claire went to homecoming

with a sketchy dude

who got mowed down by his dealer in Druggieville.

Chloe, you're an ass.

There are nine Hamiltons.

Are you looking at census or property listings right now?

I'm still in obituaries.

Guys, can we hit the pause button?

I mean, this farmhouse thing feels rando.

It's not rando, though.

That may have been where Janet felt safe.

She could have gone back,

hoping some living relative would take her.

Wait, wait, wait. I got an address here

on Route 17, listed under Millard Hamilton.

Guys, Hamilton's something I can't afford tickets to.

- Not Maddie's hideaway. - Still holding out, huh?

- Big time. - What's big time?

That address, that's big news.

We could probably head over there after school.

I'm not going back there again.

All we came away with

is someone saying Maddie bought a stupid map.

We don't even know if it was Maddie.

You're right. It was Janet.

Why are you nodding?

You had a concussion, dude, not a lobotomy.

Why would Maddie hide away in some stranger's farmhouse?

- Because it's not Maddie. - Because it's not me.

Sorry.

Okay. All right, guys.

Um, one more hour to get through.

After Bio, I'm hitting Route 17.

I'll grab my truck and pick you up.

No, you're still taking sponge baths, bro.

I'll drive your truck.

Nicole, can you, uh, return this yearbook for me, please?

Thank you.

We're not sending Janet to college.

Now what?

Janet, what happened?

Show your gratitude by giving him...

Janet.

I need to go back in.

Yes, Janet. Yes, you know that.

Back to vacuum?

Oh, no, I didn't bring, um, you know what?

I would happily bring one

if it would suck the truth out of you.

Because it's a vacuum.

♪ Some other time ♪

What do you think I'm holding back?

I mean, it's, you make the same pot every day,

and it resets, right?

But Janet's, it didn't turn back into a lump of clay.

It stayed permanent,

and then it broke, and then it stayed broken.

How? Why?

I can't answer that, man.

But, um, it's not broken anymore.

Wow, you did this all by yourself.

Wow, I mean, it's really such a good job.

Yeah, if I squint, I can barely notice all the cracks

and bumps and slivers.

Ah, you're supposed to notice them.

It's wabi-sabi.

It's an understanding that nothing's ever finished

and nothing's perfect.

When something breaks, you glue it back together

and embrace its imperfections.

Yeah, the cracks and the scars only make it stronger.

Uh, more interesting.

And beautiful.

You feel the same way about people?

You wanna make something?

- Oh, uh, no, I... - You start simple,

like a paperweight.

- I could teach you even its... - Another time.

Maybe.

Yeah, anytime.

Definitely.

♪ As I lay here beside you ♪

♪ I can feel your heartbeat ♪

♪ There's no need for our voices ♪

♪ We're complete ♪

Nicole?

♪ I cannot on myself when the noise is gone ♪

Nicole!

♪ How can I be myself when I know you're gone ♪

Nicole, someone is at the door!

Hey.

Um, I was gonna text,

but I thought that it'd be harder for you

to say no if I was standing here, so...

Say no to what?

I need a place to crash.

Um, I had a major blowout with my parents.

I didn't know where else to go.

You didn't try Chloe or one of your...

Look, I know it seems like all I wanted

was to hurt Maddie, but...

it's not true.

God, if Xavier owes her an apology, then...

then I for sure owe her an even bigger one.

Okay.

Thanks.

Maddie!

Mr. M?

Wait, wait, wait. Hey, Mr. Martin!

Hey! Wait! Mr. Martin!

"Will they ever know what I've taken from them?"

"Will they ever forgive me?"

Is that forgive or forget?

- That's forgive. - Keep going.

What did Janet take from us?

- Damn. - What? What does it say?

Quinn, help her. Translate.

It wasn't Mr. Martin.

Janet was the one who took your death objects.

She's the one who hid them from you

in the fallout shelter.

Why? Did... did he tell her to?

I think Janet probably stopped taking orders a long time ago.

Why do you say that?

I don't think all ghosts are created equal.

I mean, that pot she made,

it was probably just the beginning.

She probably figured out a whole lot more.

Which would have threatened Mr. Martin.

So he used what he learned from her to make her a prisoner.

And that's how he locked us in the fallout shelter.

♪ These crosses all over my body ♪

♪ Remind me of who I used to be ♪

Okay, listen up.

I just saw Mr. Martin.

There was this big, red light behind him,

and then he's just gone.

- He disappeared. - You saw Mr. Martin

- in this school? - Yeah.

And the way he looked, the way he ran, he's terrified.

Because Janet got away.

Maybe he locked her up to protect all of you.

♪ I'm just a child ♪

♪ But I'm not above violence ♪

♪ My mama raised me better than that ♪

♪ When the preacher talks ♪

♪ That man demands his silence ♪

♪ And daddy said shoot first ♪

♪ Then run and don't look back ♪

♪ So take me down to the river ♪

♪ And bathe me clean ♪

♪ Put me on the back of your white horse ♪

♪ To ride ♪

♪ All the way to the chapel ♪

♪ Let you wash all over me ♪

Take a left up here.

♪ So take me down to ♪

♪ The river ♪

♪ And bathe me clean ♪

♪ Ooo-oooh ♪

What the hell?

Is this it?

It has to be.

Hey, slow down.

♪ Put me on the back of your white horse to ride ♪

♪ All the way to the chapel ♪

Um...

♪ Let you wash all over me ♪

Can I help you?

Yeah, uh, we were just trying to get around.

You can't go any further. You got business here?

No, no. We saw the smoke.

Yeah, the fire truck's on its way.

- Is anybody in the place? - Could be.

A neighbor walked around the property earlier today.

Thought he saw a vagrant. You know anything about that?

No.

♪ Put me on the back of your white horse ♪

♪ To ride ♪

♪ All the way to the chapel ♪

♪ Let you wash all over me ♪

♪ Yeah ♪