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Come in!

Hmm.

Hmm.

I've read your book.

Unlocking the Outcast Mind.

It came in very handy
when I was grooming Tyler.

You'll forgive me if I don't use that
as a pull quote in the next edition.

I thought keeping you two apart would
diminish your emotional hold over him.

But it hasn't, has it?

And now you want me to tell you
how to unlock my little monster.

I want to know what you did to Tyler,
so that I can rehabilitate him.

Rehabilitate?

Is that what you do here?

I had always heard whispers
that Willow Hill performed

secret experiments on the Outcasts.

We also do
alien autopsies in the basement.

Now, are you willing to help me or not?

Only if you'll agree to have me
transferred here permanently,

as a patient, and not a prisoner.

That will be for a jury to decide.

I'm sorry we couldn't make this work.

I'll have to find
a more invasive method to unlock Tyler.

Arrange her transfer
back to Northern State Correctional.

And please note
that I recommend the prisoner be placed

in solitary confinement until her trial.

- Yes, Doctor.
- Ugh.

You've made your point.
I'm willing to help.

All I ask is that...

...you let me see Tyler, face-to-face.

Just once.

Please.

Tyler.

It's okay.

Mama's here.

Look at what they've done to you.

Oh, I know, baby.

I missed you too.

I've been dreaming about this moment.

Don't hit the shock collar.
It'll kill her.

Easy... Easy, sweetie.

I know you're upset.

Just put Mommy down.

I promise I'll get you out of here.

Nothing stirs the senses
like a funerary urn.

The only people who deserve to be buried
in this dump are the maintenance staff.

Grandmama,

you're here.

My granddaughter calls up
for dirt on a competitor?

You practically dared me to show up.

I knew you'd be working weekends.

Death never takes a holiday,
so neither do I.

Why are you interested
in this Patricia Redcar?

She's part of my ongoing investigation.

Look. I found all of these obituaries.

All Outcasts, all patients at Willow Hill.

They're all cremated and buried here.

What does this have to do with you?

I saw a vision of my roommate's death.
Somehow it's all connected.

Please give her my card.

I offer a friends and family discount
on all funerals and caskets.

If I had my psychic ability back,
I would have solved this already.

My mom's going to burn Goody's book.

No crying over spilled ashes.

You know what I say about feelings.

Bury them deep inside
and allow them to slowly eat away at you.

It's all in the wrist.

Ah.

Shoddy work, I must say. Lumpy.

Hmm. That's odd.

Here, just like I taught you.

Overtones of deer.

Hints of squirrel and raccoon.

And a subtle finish of Shih Tzu.

Very good.

What's missing?

Human.

My evidence!

A good run through the tombstones
always makes you feel alive.

Was that crow luring you
into a murderous trap?

Varicose and I had wagers.

The Avian that controls them
just stole all my evidence.

I've rattled their birdcage.

The plot thickens. What's next?

Buy this cemetery and find out
who authorized those cremations.

Why would I do something so rash?

Once you tell my mother you're finally
getting me into the family business,

all her childhood insecurities
will come bubbling to the surface.

Well played, my dear.

You know exactly how to worm
your way into my cold, desiccated heart.

Usually an obituary
is the end of the story...

...not the beginning
of an even stranger one.

Who faked those patients' deaths?

Who is Lois?

And how was all of this connected
to Enid's impending death?

The sooner I get answers,

the sooner I can save Enid...

Wednesday!

...who I currently want to murder.

Didn't you see the scrunchie on the door?

That's kind of universal code
for "do not disturb."

You know I'm not above using a nail gun.

- How long have you been here?
- Somewhere between...

and...

I'm definitely scarred.

- Let's go.
- Stay out of my room, you little creep.

That was strike two.

I was trying to take
mundane tasks off your plate

so you can focus on the case.

Like picking up your mail.

Got a letter from your publisher.
Figured you'd want it ASAP.

"Dear Miss Addams, we all love Viper..."
Dah-duh-dah-duh-dah...

"You're incredibly difficult
to work with..." Blah-blah-blah...

"Adamant refusal to engage
in the editing and rewriting process..."

Dah-duh-dah-dah-dah.

"Regrettably, I must drop you as a writer.
Please seek help."

I'm sorry.

Why? I'd rather no one read my novel
than make a compromise.

Now that this Avian is
aware of our investigation,

we don't have much time.

All of our answers
are in the Willow Hill asylum.

And I know
just the lunatic to get them for me.

Hello?

You rang?

Thanks for coming on such short notice.

For my favorite niece,

I'm always a lurk away.

I need you to get into Willow Hill.

Last time I did that was for your mother.

She wanted me to check on her sister.

Aunt Ophelia was in there? When?

Oh, years ago. She'd flown the coop
by the time I got committed.

I stuck around for a few weeks.

They had a top-notch
electroshock therapist, Igor.

He ran a gulag in Siberia.

He really knew how to rattle
the old cerebral cortex.

Nobody sneaks up on me, kid.

She with you?

This is my stalker.

I turned her into
an unpaid expendable gofer.

Huh.

I'm a big fan of child labor.

A stampede of chupacabras
makes less noise than you.

Learn to hold your breath,
and walk on the seams of the floorboards.

Thanks for the pro-tip.

I took the liberty of getting you
the Willow Hill blueprints.

I need you to find Lois.
Could be a patient, could be a doctor.

Just make sure the head shrink,
Dr. Fairburn, can't trace you back to me.

Oh, don't worry. If there's an expert
on getting committed to a loony bin,

it's me.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

I'd like a suite.

The biggest you've got.

One night only.

Welcome to
the Inn at Apple Hollow, Mr. Diabolik.

I'll need a credit card.

I'd rather pay in cash.

- Uh...
- Don't worry, that washes off.

- Honey, what is that?
- I have no idea, my dear...

Excuse me. Are you even gonna file
a complaint about this? It's ridiculous.

Yeah, is this the sheriff's office?

Yeah, this is Jennifer Nussbaum
at the Inn at Apple Hollow.

I need to report a guest.

This is our perp.

Desk clerk said he paid with stolen money
and could be dangerous.

Just to be safe, clear the floor.

Go door-to-door.

I'll handle Mr. Diabolik.

This room's supposed to be empty.

Who are you?

Jericho Police, open the door!

I wanna know what love is

Police, come out with your hands up!

I want you to show me

- Show me!
- Show me your hands!

I wanna feel what love is

You've got 18 passports
and 33 driver's licenses.

Care to explain?

I love to travel.

It's my passion.

- Sheriff.
- Yeah?

Check this out.

Bank robber who eluded arrest last year.

Well...

at least they got my good side.

Hmm!

Nature's candy.

Call Dr. Fairburn.

Tell her we're gonna need
a full psych evaluation on this one.

He's not our only mystery.

Apparently, she's been squatting
in that hotel room for a month.

They have no record of her checking in,
and she has no ID.

So, what exactly are we looking at?

Gala invitations. Each one
needs to be stuffed and sealed.

I'll count this towards
your mandatory community service hours.

I'm not sure why I was punished,

when these two morons are the ones
who hid the brain-eating zombie.

I'm just their RA.

Professor Orloff has
kindly agreed to supervise.

We need these invitations out pronto.

Bianca will show you how it's done.

I actually have a personal matter
I need to attend to.

These invitations are your only priority.

I know, but you don't understand--

I have to tell the board that
we missed our first fundraising goal

because we haven't landed
our top donor yet.

But that's what you do
when you're a leader.

You take the heat
for other people's screw-ups.

Okay, people.

Let's get busy.

Those envelopes won't stuff themselves.

And I've got my eye on you two.

Building a funeral pyre for Goody's book?

Darling, if you're here
to plead your case again--

I don't grovel.

Like Grandmama said,
there's no crying over spilled ashes.

Hmm.

She seems to be
showering you with advice lately.

Aunt Ophelia was sent to Willow Hill.

Why?

Ask your Grandmama.

It was her decision.

You accuse me of keeping secrets,
but you're no better.

Maybe that's where I get it from.

In her sophomore year...

Ophelia was found screaming in the quad.

Black tears running down her cheeks.

She had pushed
her psychic ability too far.

That's when she was sent away.

But unlike you...

I did grovel.

I pleaded with Grandmama that Ophelia
would only get worse in Willow Hill.

That her problems weren't mental,
they were psychic.

But my appeals fell on deaf ears.

Grandmama was always better
at burying things than fixing them.

Old memories are like old corpses.

They never quite seem
the same when you dig them up.

Mama,

what an unpleasant surprise.

Varicose told me you rang.

And I wanted to give Wednesday
the deed to the cemetery I bought her.

Just a little starter property,
give her a taste of the family business.

A woman should have
a portfolio of her own,

and not be reliant on a husband.

You do spoil her... rotten.

Darling, Grandmama and I need to speak.

Alone.

Augustus Stonehurst.

That's who signed
those death certificates.

What are you and Wednesday up to?

She asked for my help.

You're not helping. You're driving
a wedge between me and my daughter.

That wedge was
already an unbridgeable abyss, dear.

My advice?

Stop the constant hovering.

Wednesday needs space to grow.

If she gets into a little trouble,
it's a mother's job to stand back,

let her figure it out for herself.

Thrive or die.

Says a woman whose youngest daughter
has been missing for 20 years.

What happened
to your sister was a tragedy,

but even if I had said something,
she would never have listened.

Unlike me, who took every one
of your withering words to heart.

Is that your sales pitch to get me
to donate to the Nevermore gala?

- I heard they put you in charge.
- Hmm.

No doubt they're hoping you can convince
me to chisel open my casket of riches.

I'm raising funds, not the dead.

And besides, we both know
you'd rather be buried with your millions.

I am willing to make a donation.

But... there is one condition.

Isn't there always with you, Mama?

Give Wednesday back her book.

My family's non-negotiable.

Your phone's been blowing up
since we got here.

What's going on?

Um, nothing. I'm fine.

My fangs aren't the sharpest in the pit,

but I can definitely tell
when something isnot fine.

It's my mom.

She's in trouble.

And I've got to get her out of it
before she permanently ruins her life.

But I can't siren Orloff.

His head's in a jar, so it blocks my song.

You two, less gabbing, more stuffing.

Uh, Professor?

Can you take a look at these,
make sure I got the seals right?

You know, I don't usually do
snail mail... Whoa!

Okay. That bought us a couple hours.

Us? This is my problem.

Nightshades forever, right?

Hey, we want to go too.

Stay here and finish
the rest of the invitations.

We have Fester Fumagalli,

Fester Dubois,

and my personal favorite,

Fester Fiesta.

What is your real name?

Oh, it's just Fester. Like an open wound.

You do understand
you're in a psychiatric hospital.

Hmm. They used to call them funny farms.

My parents abandoned me
at one when I was ten.

They said it was summer camp,
but they never came back.

Tell me what you see, Fester.

Death.

Death.

Ice cream cone.

Wait, turn it that way.

Still death.

Love you, Mr. Cuddlecoat.

You never forget the cold embrace
of your first straitjacket.

Is that an amenity you offer here?

- His brain scan, Doctor.
- Thank you.

It's a doozy.

Welcome to Willow Hill.

We have a very long journey ahead of us.

Nothing like a good jolt
to get this party started.

Any chance I can get a second round?

Now don't be afraid to really
get in there and stroke that canvas.

And really make that sunset shine.

Interesting interpretation.

Some people wrestle with darkness, not me.

I love shadows.
That's where I do my best stalking.

You seen anybody named Lois around here?

Hmm.

Ooh, Dream Weaver

I believe you can
Get me through the night

Ooh, Dream Weaver

I believe we can reach
The morning light

Lois?

No.

Oh, your name'sLouise.

Eh.

Ooh, Dream Weaver

I believe you can
Get me through the night

Stonehurst used to be
the Normie head doctor at Willow Hill.

Before that,
he taught science at Nevermore.

When he's not signing
questionable death certificates,

where is the good doctor these days?

In Willow Hill.

He had a psychotic break.

Confined to his own asylum.

- That's a plot twist worthy of Poe.
- Wednesday!

Want to order a quad and join us?

Maybe have some fun?

I'm where fun goes to die. Where's Thing?

I need you.

It's urgent.

Get a message to Fester.

Go tell her you're feeling left out.

I need him to track down
Augustus Stonehurst.

I think he might be
our key to finding Lois.

I know you're a chronic under-sharer,

but after last year,
I figured we'd be closer.

Seems you prefer hanging out with that
pint-sized psycho, Agnes, more than me.

Seems like you're a little preoccupied.

You can't blame this
on Bruno and the pack.

Didn't you say you wanted
your fun and freedom?

I can also help
on non-case-related issues too.

Like a boundary-challenged mother?

Hello, been there.

And also, who's had powers that
have failed them? Done that too.

Hello? Wednesday?

Enid, get inside now.

No, you're my best friend.
I'm not gonna let you keep pulling away.

Enid!

Table!

Where did those birds come from?

Thing!

Wednesday!

I appreciate the heads-up.

Ms. Addams?

This is a surprise.

I think you dropped this.

Excuse me?

What brings you to Nevermore,
Dr. Fairburn?

Ms. Capri generously offered to teach
a music therapy class at Willow Hill.

You know what they say,
music soothes the savage beast.

I'll take weapons over Wagner.

I don't want to guess
how you two know each other.

Ms. Addams assisted
with a certain homicidal Hyde.

No time for tea.

Judi keeps me on a tight leash.

I have a board meeting.
I'll see you tomorrow night.

Yeah.

You seem out of breath.

It's been a long day.

I assume you're here
to drop out of the gala orchestra.

I've decided to stick around.

Every Mozart needs their Salieri.

What were you doing in that room?

There's no record of you checking in,
and you've no ID.

We can't help you
unless you start talking to us.

Mom.

Are you okay?

You're her daughter?

Could I have a word with you both?

I think it'll clear everything up.

You will drop this investigation,

shred any paperwork,
and forget you ever met my mother.

I hear your Uncle Fester's in Willow Hill.

We both know he only
gets caught when he wants to.

What ill-advised mission
is he doing for you?

Helping me find the truth.

I won't allow Enid to die because of me.

I know what I saw in that vision.

A torrent of birds around her gravestone,

the same torrent
that attacked you both today,

not to mention poor Thing.

You need to stop, Wednesday.

Or you're going to make everything worse.

Much worse.

Thing!

"Find Stonehurst and you'll find Lois."

Hey, Wilbur, I'm looking for
a schlub named Stonehurst.

He won amnesiac bingo yesterday.
Forgot to pick up his prize.

Can you point him out?

Old Gus prefers different company.

- He doesn't say much.
- What happened to him?

Search me. Before my time.

Fairburn has us bring him out here
a few times a week.

Ozzie's his favorite.

She's almost as old as he is,
and she's got a potty mouth,

so watch out.

Do me a solid
and roll him back to his room in ten.

- He's in 103.
- 103.

I'm looking for Lois.

Name ring a bell, old-timer?

Ozzie is a good girl. She never tells.

You know Lois?

- Shut your piehole.
- Excuse me?

Eat shit, baldy.

Start squawking
or I start frying feathers.

- Holy shit. I'll talk!
- How do I find Lois?

51971.

51971.

Ms. Addams, I heard
there was some excitement in the Link.

An Avian is trying to kill me.

Huh. You seem to attract murderers
like most people catch colds.

It's a gift.

Do you remember an Augustus Stonehurst?

I understand he was
a science teacher here.

Gus was very popular.

- But I was never a fan.
- Why not?

He was a Normie.

And I never trusted him.

Did he ever mention anybody named Lois?
A wife, a daughter?

His wife died before he got to Nevermore.

But he had a little girl.

I don't remember her name.

He built her an aviary up in Iago Tower.

Hey, come on.

We can hide your mom in an old classroom.

When have I let you down?

I've always had your back.
You've always had mine.

So, relax. I've never been
more confident about anything.

I have it under control. I'm--

- Hold on.
- Ajax!

Fester, get a move on. Lights out in 20.

I'll be by to check on Gus.

I always love a woman in chains.

Fester Addams.

Lois... Lo...

Lois...

Lo...

Lois.

Lois.

Sweet dreams, pal.

My connection to Tyler runs deep.

I'm the only one that he trusts.

Is that why I watched him
try to snap your neck?

Well, he thought I had abandoned him.

But he would never kill me.

If a Hyde murders their master,
they seal their own doom.

So, if you really want
to get inside his head,

we'll have to do it together.

Do you honestly think that I don't see
through your delusional fantasy?

I am open to a deal.

I have information
I know you will want to hear.

- I very much doubt that.
- Fester Addams.

Are you aware that he's a patient here?

I saw him a while ago
wheeling around a comatose resident.

Addams.

And he's probably working
with his niece, Wednesday.

If she's got her pigtails
in your business,

trouble isn't far behind.

Fester Addams.

That's gonna tickle!

Welcome back.

I thought you'd be
more comfortable in here.

Even gave you a cellmate.

Be careful.

He bites.

You need to go back to Willow Hill.

Keep an eye on Fester until I can
figure out a way to break him out.

Weather's turning ugly.

Capri has a music therapy class
tonight at Willow Hill.

She's our way in and out.

Her class lasts 45 minutes.
That's our window.

Thing is already connected
with Fester's contact on the inside.

She knows where he's being held.

Thing will lie low until I've secured
Fester, and make his own way out.

There's a vehicle inspection at the gate.

Agnes, I need you to distract
the guard so I can get inside.

I'll be in position before you arrive.

After I rendezvous with Fester's contact,

I'll extract him from his cell,
then go find Lois.

And what about me?

What's my part of the plan?

Do you even want to be my friend anymore?

That has never been in question.

You're on lookout.

I figured I'd be
a bit more mission-critical.

You are.

You see, if I get caught,

I need someone
to anonymously tip off Sheriff Santiago

that something
is going down at Willow Hill.

All by myself

Don't want to be

Isadora Capri,
I'm here to teach a music class.

Welcome to Willow Hill, Ms. Capri.

Hey Dwayne, I need a vehicle check.

Ugh! I've gotta lay off
those vending machine burritos.

My stomach's gone all Cirque du Soleil.

Gonna have to check the trunk.

You okay?

- What the hell'd you do in there?
- Sorry, I'm gonna be late.

Yeah. It's okay. Go on, go in.

What the hell was that?

- How was the drive?
- It was long.

Thank you so much
for doing this, Isadora. Really.

- Just in here.
- Oh.

Everyone.

Hey, so, uh...

Uh...

Tonight, I was going to
talk to you about music,

but now that I'm here and I see
you have this beautiful piano,

I'm going to play for you instead.

Because I believe that music

can heal the wounds medicine can't touch.

Evening, Louise.
What's on the menu tonight?

Oh, nothing edible.

Tell Fester I'll be waiting for him.

Less than ten seconds!

That might be a family record.

Play nice.

We don't have much time.

- We need to find Lois.
- All right.

Tell Dr. Fairburn
she is making a huge mistake.

No mistake.

She needs me.

I'm the only person alive who can help her
understand the mind of a Hyde.

Keep moving.

Hey!

What's happening?

Dr. Fairburn, the zombie is on the loose.

I'm authorizing
a code four security protocol.

Take this thing down
by any means necessary.

Everybody, stay calm.

I need to get everyone outside.

It's okay, Gus. I'll escort you myself.

Five, one, nine, seven, one.

How'd you know the code?

Trash-talking parrot.

Don't ask.

This place is full of surprises.

Look at the initials.

"Long-term Outcast Integration Study."

Lois isn't a person.

It's a secret program.

I think that's Patricia Redcar.

And that's Julian Meiojas.

I recognize them from their obituaries.

Except neither is six feet under.

Their deaths must have been faked so
they could be kept as living experiments.

This is what Galpin
was afraid would happen to Tyler.

Help me!

Hello?

Are you here to kill me?

Then leave me alone.

So you are the new face of mad doctors.

You do realize that Fairburn doesn't roll
off the tongue as nicely as Frankenstein.

There's nothing mad about what I'm doing.

Fairburn works for me.

I recruited her to be
the public face of this institution

and continue my father's work.

You're Augustus Stonehurst's daughter.

That's how you knew about
the secret passages at Nevermore.

You must've used them
to visit your aviary in Iago Tower.

I have very fond memories
of my father's time at Nevermore.

He loved Outcasts.

Evidence to the contrary.

He wanted to be one.

Imagine being able to extract
their abilities and share it with Normies.

You mean steal them and exploit them.

This is a basement bargain
attempt at Dr. Moreau.

I did more than just attempt.

I am living proof.

I was born a Normie,

and thanks to my father's work,

my beautiful black-winged friends
obey my every whim.

Experimenting on his own daughter.

That's twisted.

Even by my own sick standards.

I volunteered!

My father and I were a team.

He needed a subject.

I wanted to be part of his legacy.

Until he lost his mind?

He wanted to be a DaVinci,
but his body couldn't take it.

Well, if you can't bring Icarus
to the sun, bring the sun to Icarus.

Right, Fester?

What the hell happened?

Wednesday happened.

We need to call in Sheriff Santiago.

Oh!

Get off of me! Stop it! Get off!

As much as I wanna watch them
pluck her feathers, we gotta vamoose.

Get off of me!

You go.

I owe you one, Uncle Fester.

Are you kidding me?

We just liberated our first asylum!

I live for days like this.

- I'm going to get you out of here.
- What kind of angel are you?

An avenging one.

I told you Mama would get you out of here.

I could never abandon you.

Wish I could say the same.

You're the reason
I've been locked away in here.

You're not my mother.

You're my master.

Or should I say...

you were.

Wednesday Addams!
We both know that she's the real enemy.

She's here, in the building, right now.

Destiny has given us
a second chance to take her out.

I'll take care of Wednesday.

Right after I take care of you.

I'm the only one who's ever loved you.

I unlocked your true potential.

You did.

That's why I'll give you
a five-second head start.

Run.

Please, Tyler.

Mommy loves you.

Of all the women I've ever used,
you're my favorite.

We'll be safe in here.

Who's there?

Show yourself.

Hello...

old friend.

Go.

Now.

Up top!

Get back!

Somebody get an ambulance!

I've always dreamed
of looking death in the face.

But in my final moments,

all I hear is my mother's words
ringing in my ears.

Maybe I have made everything worse.

Much worse.