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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.

Babe, can you stand 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, it's 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 know my girlfriend.

I'm a sexy vampire.

Hey, headless.

Not handless. 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. Buck, 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

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.

Buck, 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. Is 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 are

dead.

Dead how?

Costume curse.

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

Look, it's keeping traction on his neck.

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

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

Ready. Yeah, keep going.

Almost there.

Sir, do you feel any pain?

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

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.

Fuck. 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 is like the guy you hit.

Thank God.

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

A few minor scrapes and bruises, but I think you'll live.

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 right?

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.

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 gold.

It's squirrel.

Or squirrel gold.

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?

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.

And then I close the door and just kind of forget all about it until we discuss

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.

Um... I'll find another place.

They can stay.

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

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

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

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 are mine.

Edmundo, 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. 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.

If you say so.

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

You get one?

Come on. 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 to be advised, pumpkin is orange, approximately 20 feet in

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 food vendor in Perkins 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

a mass casualty pileup. Well, we've got to cut it off before it gets there.

Okay.

Knights and Grands.

Dispatch, we're at Knights and Grands. 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

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

Taser, taser, taser!

727 -030, what's your status?

Dispatch. Suspect has been subdued.

Nice work, Sergeant.

What are you smiling at?

Bigger crowd than I expected on a weekday morning.

It's the only mess 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 the test.

Coming to a mask on a Wednesday?

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

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

So when I was looking for him at church... Niño, you were looking in the

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, your 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 poor child. Demonic bondages.

Spell Satan from her body. Free her from suffering.

Mr.

Abigail.

The demon left you.

What's your emergency?

The devil's got his teeth in Brother Isaac.

What are we walking into here?

3FD, make way.

Paramedics coming through, please, please, please, please.

She clabbed on him like a bite.

Not the kind of bite I was expecting.

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

demon brother isaac was casting it out of her body you're doing an exorcism

devil in her we must pray together

all right great buck please set the praying up outside come on guys give us

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, though. She told

it was a missionary trip.

Since then, we've been keeping her close.

Barely.

Hey, Cap.

I think I know where the devil came from.

Copy that. Coming to you.

Now, what do we got? In here. Check it out.

I've 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 toxin.

Beepers high, heart racing, severe muscle spasms.

Spasms could be from the pain. 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 frame. If you check

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

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

Electra.

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 to intubate her. I think she stops breathing.

The devil can't take her.

Respectfully told, 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.

Thank God.

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

On my count.

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 just ain't enough. 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?

I got some sour worms.

I'll trade you my peanut butter cup for your sour worms. Sure. I'm 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.

Here we almost have a message.

You're an idiot.

Really, Rob?

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

He's not.

What was that?

Buck?

Shelf.

A footprint.

Okay, give me a boost.

Okay, on three. One, two, three.

Okay,

thank you. 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.

He was right. You're an idiot.

Yeah, well, I'm going to press charges. How about that, huh? 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 Kamada, 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?

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 playing 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 doctor?

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.

You made it.

Welcome back.

Back? He is so back!

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

Do you think we can bury my husband

now? Uh -huh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Coming up. Yeah, yeah, we should.

Come on.

Okay.

Jeremiah.

Come on. You don't want this?

Seriously. Dwayne!

Dwayne!

That sobriety chip.

Hey, Cap.

Morning, Dad.

Hey, kiddo.

You're up early.

Dad, maybe I bother with cooking.

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.

Hey.

Tia? Hey.

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 someone to come get her.

Funeral home.

They said it would be a few hours.

I don't know what we'll do until then.

What if we prayed?

I think she would like that.

Okay.

Ted,

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 left your mark.

You're a good man.

A good husband.

You loved and inspired my kid.

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

It'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

porque no me ven llorar.

Dicen que no tengo duelo llorona porque

no me ven...

the ghosts of the people we love haunting the world with their memory and

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.