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I know death.

I've seen it, felt it, fought it.

I've saved some people I never really
knew, and lost others whose names I'll

never forget.

One way or another, they all haunt you.

Tonight, they say the veil is thin, but
the dead walk among us.

If only for a little while.

Is that just something we tell ourselves
to ease the ache?

Or is it real?

Do they stay with us?

Somehow? Hear us when we speak their
names?

Are they really gone if we still hold
them in our hearts?

If we remember.

Can you fan that thing?

Uh, can you hold my head?

Oh, that's better.

Sure you don't want me to drive?

Babe, I'm the headless horseman.

Climb into my seat.

Can you?

Pull that rug down from my feet.

Gotta get up.

Gotta keep on moving.

Vance, seriously?

Sorry, just really hard to see in this
thing.

Which is exactly why I told you to put
it on when we got to the party. People

will know it's me.

Right, because they'll have no idea who
you are when you walk in with your

girlfriend. But you're not my
girlfriend.

You're a sexy vampire.

Okay, peckle it.

Not hand lift. Keep your paws on the
wheel.

I will once I can see again. Can you
help? I can't see. Can you just pull?

The button.

The button. The button.

Can you just help me?

911,

what's your emergency?

My boyfriend and I just got in a car
accident.

I think he's really hurt.

All right, driver's side took the brunt
of it. Fuck, Robbie hit the engine.

LASD, ma 'am, how are you guys doing?
I'm okay.

But my boyfriend, he didn't say much
after the crash.

I think it knocked him out for a few
seconds.

All right, we'll get him out. Just hold
tight, okay? And Eddie, we got two

injured, both in costumes.

Damn, already?

So much for avoiding the costume curse
this year.

Bob, grab the jaws.

Robbie, keep the engine cool.

You got it.

Are you in any pain or discomfort? I see
some blood here.

I bit my lip.

L -A -F -D. Sir, can you tell me your
name?

Van. Was there an accident?

Do you not remember?

My costume kept slipping.

Don't move.

Okay, we still got to check you out,
sir.

All right, can you feel your toes?

No.

No, I don't think so.

Okay.

How is he?

Cervical spine trauma. I think he might
be going into shock.

But it's too risky to pull him out from
the passenger side.

Jaws lining.

Jaws are dead.

Dead how?

Costume curse.

Costume's not a curse. It's a sea
collar.

Look. Keeping traction on his neck.

All right, let's get the backboard
ready. Buck, shock the tires. Robbie,

on the winch. We're pulling this door
off. Got it.

Okay, Robbie.

Ready.

Yeah, keep going.

Almost there.

Do you feel any pain?

No, just stiff, feet are tingling. All
right. Can you move them?

Okay, good. Good, we love to see it.
How's the other person doing?

You mean the other woman in the car with
you?

The guy in the road, the one that we
hit?

I think they were dressed like a
scarecrow.

Cap, I think we got another one.

L .A .F .D., can you hear us?

L .A .F .D., does anyone need help?

L .A .F .D.

Yeah.

I didn't see anything before the crash,
I swear.

I'm telling you, there was a guy.

Got him.

What is that?

This looks like the guy you hit.

Thank God.

We're starting to worry I might have
killed someone.

You might have scraped some bruises, but
I think you'll live.

Thank you.

Is something going to happen to me when
I eat this cookie? Come on, will you

just take a bite?

Well?

It's good.

But is it ripe?

I don't know what that means. Something
is missing.

I keep trying to recreate Bobby's famous
knickerdoodles from memory because I

can't find the recipe.

Maybe if you baked less and unpacked
more, you'd be able to find things. Or

maybe you could judge less and help me
look more.

All right. K doesn't stand for kitchen.

I think K was for kitsch.

What? I thought I'd be able to remember
what was in the boxes.

I didn't know it was going to take me
four months to find a place and then

another three to get the previous tenant
to move out.

Yeah, I think I would have walked away.

Yeah, but how about that backyard?

The trees are nice.

Yeah, I actually have to speak with the
landlord about them. I keep hearing

noises in the night. I think maybe
squirrels in the attic.

Squirrels, huh?

Or maybe it's go.

It's squirrel.

Or squirrel go.

Don't. Why are you being like this?
Because it's Halloween. It's the spirit

the season.

Or maybe I'm sensing some paranormal
energies in here.

The energies are normal, unlike you.

Oh, wow.

Oh, did you find the recipe?

Yeah.

I really miss him.

I know.

That's a great place for it.

Maybe he'll help inspire you in the
kitchen.

Wait, so you didn't like the
snickerdoodle?

No, no.

It's great, honestly.

I can even get a workout in before
breakfast.

Sorry. I've just been shoving everything
into this room until I can figure out

where it should go.

I had to close the door and just kind of
forget all about it until we discussed

you moving in.

Was it a discussion?

It's really nice.

Oh, I'm glad you like it. And I can
definitely find another place for the

No, might as well leave it.

He's got to stay in shape to pass his
firefighter's fitness assessment, right?

Hey, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

I haven't even gotten called in for an
interview yet. Now, this dresser is

empty, so you can put all your stuff in
here. But I'm afraid I may have stashed

a few things in the closet.

I'll find another place.

They can stay.

I think it'll be nice having a piece of
them here.

I'll let you settle in, and I'll order
us some lunch.

I didn't think Stockholm Syndrome kicked
in that fast.

I'm not a hostage.

I agreed to move in here, and she agreed
to be open to me joining the fire

department. You don't need her
permission, Harry.

But I want it.

I want her to support what I'm doing.

I want her to be proud of me.

It turns out that he was driving his
friends while your abuelos were at work.

He's got a license.

He didn't have a license.

Our golden boy failed his driver's test
twice.

And yet he can get the car started
without a key.

Dad.

Okay, he is doing his math, and I'm
thinking I might want to start hiding my

keys. Maybe you'd like to hide them with
these.

What are you guys doing searching
through my kitchen?

Sorry, I didn't know that you kept
anything other than roasting pans above

refrigerator.

The prayer book was a gift from Captain
Nash.

He was Catholic?

He was.

And the rosary?

Those.

And, Mundo, you're going back to church.

I've only gone to a few masses. Let's
not make a big deal about it.

It is a big deal.

You are reconnecting with your faith,
with your community.

I don't know how connected I feel yet.

I don't even know if I'm doing it for me
or Bobby. How does Christopher feel

about it? He doesn't know yet.

I'm not going to pressure him, okay? I
was forced to go to church, and I hated

it. But when he gets older...

He can decide for himself.

Cream of tartar.

A missing ingredient.

Oh, my God.

Guys, guys, oh, my God.

You're not going to believe this. Okay,
so, you know how I told you all I've

been having trouble with the
snickerdoodles?

Bobby's recipe.

Come on, guys. I've been working at this
for weeks, trying to figure out the

missing ingredient.

You say so.

Forget it. Just taste. Here, take it.
Come on.

Okay, Hen, you get one?

Grab me.

Come on, Jim, Cap, take a bite. Oh,
damn.

This is pretty good.

I mean, Cap always was an excellent
baker.

You know what he was even better at? Not
talking about baking.

He's a great buck.

Guess how I figured it out.

Obsessively trying every spice in the
cabinet in alphabetical order?

No.

Bobby told me. Okay, but... I know it
sounds crazy.

I really think he helped me. I found a
picture of him and I. I put it in the

kitchen. Next night, bam, there it is.

Cream of tartar.

It's not completely crazy. I mean,
people experience things they can't

all the time.

You sure it's just cream of tartar?

Yeah, because you are not Eddie Diaz. He
is the opposite of superstitious,

remember?

I'm trying to keep an open mind. Leave
room for the unknown.

Who hurt you, shapeshifter?

You know, I wouldn't say this is the
craziest thing I've ever heard, though

close. Whatever this is, it's Bobby.

Tell him we missed him.

911, what's your emergency?

We lost our pumpkin!

Sir, a missing pumpkin is not an
emergency.

Oh, it's about to be.

All units be advised, pumpkin is orange,
approximately 20 feet in diameter, and

last seen heading northwest on 8th
Street. Use caution when approaching.

One L -70, I'm showing you in the area.
It's one L -70 in pursuit on foot. It

just took out a fruit vendor in Person
Square.

Do you still have eyes on it? I lost it.

Okay,

so northwest on 9th, winds blowing north

-northwest 8 miles per hour, which
means...

Heading right for the freeway. Well, if
that thing bounces down onto the 110...

It'll be a new level of chaos, a mass
casualty pileup. Well, we've got to cut

off before it gets there. Okay.

Knights and Grand.

We're at Knights

and Grand.

No sign of the Gorg yet.

If I'm right, it will be there any
second.

Then what do we do?

Stop it.

I got visual. Everybody, back!

Get back!

It's down.

It's down!

Damn it!

Dispatch, this is 727 -030 in position
to neutralize the suspect.

Danger, danger, danger!

727 -030, what's your status?

Dispatch. Suspect has been subdued.

Nice work, Sergeant.

What are you smiling at?

You're a crowd than I expected on a
weekday morning.

It's the only mass of the day now.

Prayers can't be choosers.

Not in my life.

Father Bolsonaro.

A funny priest.

I don't remember those growing up.

Maybe I, uh...

Wouldn't hate a mask so much.

Well, you need something to rebel
against.

It wasn't just about rebellion, you
know.

Never felt that thing.

God's presence or whatever you're
supposed to feel.

And now you're back.

Whoa, I wouldn't say back.

Say I'm testing the waters, taking a
test.

Coming to a mask on a Wednesday?

Only for you because you're my abuela
and I love you.

For what is love if not a sign of God's
presence?

So when I was looking for him in
church... Mi niño,

you were looking in the wrong place.

Vámonos al mercado.

Oh God, we call upon you in the dire
hour of our need.

Brother Ted and Sister Lydia.

have led a most devout life, raising a
family in the light of your almighty

ways.

Now, their innocent child, dear Sister
Abigail, has been taken by the

devil.

Our brothers and sisters, raise their
hands and voices in praise of your power

to cast out this evil.

We beg you, release this... For a
child's demonic bondage,

expel Satan from her body. Free her from
suffering.

Sister Abigail,

the demon left you.

What's your emergency?

The devil's got his teeth in Brother
Isaac.

Why are we walking into here?

Holy FD, make way.

Paramedic is coming through. Please,
please, please, please.

She clabbed on him like a vice.

Not the kind of bite I was expecting.

It's not her fault. It's the demon
inside her. The demon.

The demon.

Brother Isaac was casting it out of her
body. You were doing an exorcism?

Devil in her.

We must pray together.

All right, great. Buck, please, set the
praying up outside. Come on, guys, give

him some space. Let's go, let's go,
let's go.

Let's go, let's go. Come on, outside.

Let's go.

Does your daughter have a history of
mental illness?

No, nothing like that. She had any
medication hit her head recently? No,

been perfectly healthy until now. What
about travel?

Maybe something out of the country?

I attended a pre -college program in
Costa Rica last month, so she told us it

was a missionary trip.

Since then, we've been keeping her
close.

Clearly.

Hey, Cap.

I think I know where the devil came
from.

Copy that. Coming to you.

What do we got? In here. Check it out.

Must have been keeping her in here
against her will.

Probably for days.

I mean, there's not great air flow back
here.

Maybe mold or something.

No.

Different toxins.

Deep and high, heart racing, severe
muscle spasms. Spasms could be from the

pain. Can it start with ketamine?

If we can keep her still long enough.

It's the devil!

No, it's tetanus.

They were keeping her in a room back
there on a rusty bed for me to check her

feet. I'm willing to bet there's a
puncture wound.

Your daughter didn't need prayer. She
needed antibiotics.

Lockjaw.

Start with midazolam.

Hopefully it relaxes her enough so we
can get her to the hospital.

Then if that doesn't work... We'll have
to go paralytic.

Prepare the intubator just in case she
stops breathing.

The devil can't take her.

Respectfully, sir, we need you to shut
it.

I would hate to hit the wrong patient.

Give it a second.

It's not working.

One stronger.

Prepare one milligram of sex. Wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

I think there's too much sensory input.
The lights, they might be making it

worse.

Buck, let's go dark.

All right, let's get her on a gurney.

One, two, three.

So possession, huh?

Why do you think the devil chose
Abigail?

She was a good girl.

Sometimes those are the easiest to lead
astray.

Abigail was losing her faith.

She wanted to leave us.

Leave our way of life.

Can we go with her?

I... You can visit her at the hospital
later.

Sue me, she still wants to see you. Why
wouldn't she want to see us?

You locked her in a cell.

Tied her to a table. She said she was
sick.

And you said it was the devil. We know
what's best for our daughter.

Sounds like that's something for a
higher power to decide.

You're under arrest for false
imprisonment, child abuse, and

The three of you. You have the right to
remain silent.

There you are. Are you and Chris doing
anything for Halloween?

Just ordering some pizza, watching a
movie. Why?

What if you and Chris came over and we
tried to talk to Bobby?

A Ouija board?

You really think that's what my son
should be doing on Halloween?

It's ages eight and up. I checked.

Really, Bobby?

You just need to quit the whole haunted
house bit. It's not real.

What happened to leaving a little room
for the unknown?

Abigail happened.

She put her faith in everything she was
supposed to, and what did she get?

Tetanus, lockjaw, maybe 30 years of
therapy. It's not supernatural. It's

ordinary and ugly.

I'm sorry, Buck, but God wasn't in that
room, and Bobby isn't in your house.

What did you get?

Um, I got some sour worms.

I'll trade you my peanut butter cup for
your sour worms. Sure. Change it!

Hide down!

You're waking the dead.

Do not read R .I .P. Rest in peace.

Does that mean nothing to you living
beings?

He's funny.

What are you supposed to be?

Dead.

Let's totally be that next year.

Where's your costume? Thought we were
going to a party tonight. I lied. And

seriously, Raggedy Andy?

Surprisingly popular with single women.

Okay, this is not... Not weird?

I can explain.

You want to use the Ouija board to talk
to Cap's ghost, who you think is

haunting your house.

Great, so you're right.

I might as well be.

Turns out I have nothing else to do
tonight.

Lower the lights, would you?

I don't think you have to do that for a
Ouija board.

No, but I didn't buy any candy this
year, and I don't want people thinking

home over there.

All right.

Okay, we almost have a message.

Oh. You're an idiot.

Really, Rob?

It's what Bobby would say if he was
here, which I'm sorry, Buck.

He's not.

Shelf.

The footprint.

Grab that flashlight.

Okay, give me a boost.

Okay, on three. One, two, three.

You have a good evening.

His name is Dwayne Payton.

According to his ID and your landlord,
he used to live here.

Yeah, but I thought he got evicted.

They served the notice, and then he
disappeared.

Into my attic.

Look, we can charge you for trespassing,
illegal lodging, vandalism.

Is that what you want?

Hey, was it fun for you?

Making me feel like my house was
haunted.

The kid was right. You're an idiot.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna press charges. How
about that? Get him out of my house.

Lock him up. My house. No, it's not. Not
anymore.

You can't keep me out. I got in before,
and I'll get in again.

Right to remain silent, my friend. Hey,
hey, wait.

Where's the recipe?

Bobby's recipe. I know you took it, so
what did you do with it?

I didn't take anything.

So how did you know cream of tartar?

Cookies were dull.

Needed a tank.

You need some help cleaning up?

No.

I'm all good.

Hey, if you were so sure that it wasn't
Bobby's ghost, then why did you play

along earlier?

It seemed like you needed it.

Hey, Mom.

Oh, what are you doing?

I'm going to a Halloween party.

You like the costume?

Your costume?

Well, yeah, I mean, it's a costume
tonight.

But once I graduate from the academy...
Stop talking.

You know, for a minute, I really thought
that I was wrong.

That maybe I had overreacted when you
said that you would apply to join the

department. But now I see that I was
right.

Right about what? That you're not ready
for this.

Because that is not a costume. And the
fact that you think it is tells me that

you are nowhere near mature enough to do
the job.

Oh, Mom, it's not like that. I just
wanted to see how it felt.

Now you know.

So you can take it off.

And find yourself another costume.

Father God, today we commit the soul,
Jeremiah Kamana, to your loving care.

May perpetual light shine upon him,
guiding his soul to eternal peace.

Lord, let his memory be a blessing and
grant that he is peacefully laid to rest

in your loving and gentle hands.

Amen.

Hello?

Uh, excuse me.

This one's taken. I'm in here.

Hello?

Jeremiah?

Jeremiah, is that thee?

Not Jeremiah.

We were in the middle of lowering the
casket when we heard a voice.

Gravediggers removed the casket so we
could see inside, only for us to find,

well... Who is that?

Not my husband.

Is he alive?

No. He is not.

He's just plain dead.

I am dead.

If he makes it out of my husband's
grave, he'll wish he were dead.

Okay, how about you all let us handle it
from here, Robbie?

Right this way, Father. Ma 'am?

Now will you beings finally leave me to
rest in silence?

It took me forever to find this place.

Okay, what are you thinking?

Uh, psychiatric?

Or a substance?

Maybe he has a concussion. He could have
fallen in.

Why don't we just ask him? No, just...

Please leave me alone.

I just want to talk.

Doesn't anybody have any respect for the
dead?

That gash on your forehead.

Do you remember how you died?

A man in a blue car. He ran me over.

And did you get a good look at him?

I never saw his face.

I don't think he had one.

He didn't have a face.

He didn't have a head.

The guy in the road, the one that we
hit, I think they were dressed as a

scarecrow. This looks like the guy you
hit. We're starting to worry I might

killed someone.

A man without a head. I thought he hit a
man we couldn't find.

Eddie, what side is the injury on?

Right. Right frontal lobe.

Cotard syndrome.

Whose syndrome?

The neuropsychiatric disorder, it's
walking corpse syndrome.

Damaged regions of the brain that
involve self -awareness, perception,

person to believe that they're dead or
they don't even exist at all. Is that

even something we can cure?

Sir, do you mind if I check something
out?

Oh, no.

Uh, guys, I can't find a pulse.

What is he doing?

He's bringing him back to life.

Anything, Eddie?

No pulse. I think he's gone.

Not if we can help it.

Hen, the defibrillator.

Yeah.

All right, starting compressions.

All right.

Pulse check.

Come on.

Okay, Claire!

We've done it, Paul!

And it's a pretty strong one, too.

We almost lost you there.

We made it.

Welcome back.

Back? He is so back!

My family's going to be so happy to hear
about this.

Do you think we can bury my husband

now? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Coming up. Yeah,
yeah, we should. Come on.

Hey.

Jeremiah.

Come on. You don't want this?

Seriously.

Dwayne!

Dwayne!

The sobriety chip.

Hey, Cap.

Morning, Dad.

Hey, kiddo.

You're up early.

Thought maybe a bottle of cocaine.

She's not here, but I can make you
something.

But I saw her last night.

She was in my room.

She told me not to be afraid.

And that she loved me.

Think you were dreaming, bud.

Get you something to eat.

Hey, Tia. Guess everyone's getting an
early start today.

Amy.

Tia? Amy.

What's wrong?

I came to pick her up for church.

And when she didn't answer, I let myself
in.

They say that they look like they're
sleeping.

But I knew the second I saw her,

she was gone.

I thought that maybe one of the officers
would help

me. But they said that I needed to be
the one to call for someone to come get

her.

Do you know how?

They said it would be a few hours.

I don't know what to do until then.

What if we prayed?

I think she would like that.

Look at him.

He

said

you dropped the charges.

Well, he didn't actually do any damage.

And you did help with the whole cookie
thing, so I figured I'd repay the favor.

Thanks, man.

But, uh, not sure where I'm supposed to
go now.

Well, how about a meeting?

There's one a few blocks from here.

You're a friend of Bill W.? I'm a friend
of a friend.

You sure I left you, Mark?

You're a good man.

A good husband.

You loved and inspired my kids.

I'm not sure I'll ever forgive you for
that.

That's not his fault.

Bobby was a good guy, and I loved him.

But I was the son of a first responder
long before I ever met him.

It's not about being like him, Mom.

It's about being like you.

The first day of a loss isn't the
hardest.

There's too damn much to do.

People to call.

arrangements to make, too busy to
remember, too overwhelmed to let go.

sadness is for tomorrow when finally
you're alone heartbroken and angry in

quiet and the silence until until you
realize

you're never really alone at all

Because they don't come to me to cry.

They say that I have no pain, I don't
cry because

they don't come to me to cry.

Haunting the world with their memory and
the lessons they left behind.

Maybe there are no specters, no spirits.

Just us.

Celebrating. Dancing.

Remembering.

Alive. Together.

And maybe that's enough.

We should do this every year.

It doesn't make you too sad?

No. I thought you were still here.