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Miles!

Um.

What is that thing?

It's a vintage port-o-potty. Do not go in there.

Ah, I forgot my jacket back at school.

Better go get it before dinner,

my mom's ordering my favourite. Thai!

I love Thai! Yeah, red curry, green curry, pad thai!

- Spring rolls! Noodles-- - You should come with us!

Yeah, it'd be awesome!

I thought we'd never get rid of him.

Macy, why are we here?

The AV room isn't used in the summer,

and we need a place to figure out what's going on.

Well, it's time to make a murder board for Dead Macy.

Which is a sentence I never thought I'd say.

Blood splatter.

Possibly projected, medium velocity.

Could be the murder weapon.

Glitter, I have no idea what this means.

Pocket watches were common in the 1900s,

we'd need to find out more.

Is this a bruise?

Pine wood shavings.

Super strange.

Now the only question is who killed me,

who had the machine, and why.

And how, and when.

No, this is giving serious Final Destination vibes.

Well, the good news is Morgue Macy is only

a version of Macy in time.

There's a plausible theory that if we change any of these

elements, we can avoid Macy's future death.

Right.

We just need to take it one clue at a time.

Change those elements.

It'll be okay, Macy.

Plus, upside, this could totally be our

"create the perfect murder" end of class project.

What? Too soon?

Yeah.

Zane? Zane? Seriously, what was that thing

in the garage that-- - Sunny left me on read.

What should I do? Ask why? Send an emoji? But which one?

Like, a smiley face, sad face, heart eyes, tennis ball?

This is why I never use emojis.

Okay, what about, uh, did you faint

from the excitement of receiving my message?

Write post haste when you awaken.

Yes! Funny and fancy. Thank you!

♪ Mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi ♪ ♪ Mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi ♪

Ever consider trapping Charlie in the outhouse

during the audition?

Outhouse?

Oh, the, the vintage port-o-potty.

Actually, I don't hate that.

Billie, I'm sure you're an amazing singer and actress.

Like a younger-- - Selena Gomez?

- Yes. - Oh, I love her

in Only Murders In The Building.

I mean, who said anything about murder?

No one, no one.

What about accompaniment for your audition?

Piano? Sudrophone? Violin?

Macy plays the violin.

But, but not since…

I'll think of something.

Hey, so Billie mentioned that you play the violin.

Em, it's just…

I haven't played violin since my dad's funeral.

Oh.

My deepest sympathies.

As time passes, things that remind you of them in a sad way

start to remind you of them in a good way.

The body holds the evidence.

That's what William Murdoch used to say.

We need to go back to 1910,

to examine my body in the morgue.

While it's against better judgment,

it would help to read more of Macy's autopsy report.

But we need to blend in.

Let's hit the theatre costume department.

By the way, I'm not loving the Morgue Macy nickname.

Well, it's better than Dead Macy,

or Cadaverous Macy or Corspy Macy.

Do I still have to wear those old tight shoes?

Quit whining! Try wearing heels.

No! It can't be.

I'm gone? How?

This doesn't make any sense.

Maybe the body's in cold storage?

Let's look for the autopsy report.

There's no autopsy report! What is going on?

There's seemingly no record of you dying in 1910.

Wait. What if I was killed in a different time

and then placed in the morgue for us to find?

That explains why there's no body or autopsy report.

Your morgue body is from a different time,

we just don't know when.

Yeah, because the last autopsy was Kurt Labine,

stabbed with a knife. But by whom?

There'd be a police report.

Let's visit our friends at the station house.

You two take the lead, acting's not my forte,

but if we can find the suspect's picture,

I'll study it, commit it to memory and then sketch it.

Or we can just take this poster.

That's a more efficient plan.

So this is who killed Kurt and took the time machine.

We have to find this guy.

He could be my killer. - Miles!

Miles, how are you here?

I went to see the outhouse, and it was shaking,

and then I touched it, and now I'm here.

I infer his molecules were attached to wave emissions

from the time machine and he was taken for a ride.

What? And why are you dressed--

Hey! You! You spooked my horse and knocked over my fruit cart!

Split up, he can't catch us all. Macy, come with me!

Come back here, you bloody coward! Urgh!

Get back here!

Macy, are you okay?

I remember these streets. Follow me!

Billie! Zane! We're coming!

: Macy! Miles!

Down this alley!

Come on! : Get in!

What is going on? No more lies.

Okay. So, this thing,

well it, it's kind of a-- - It's a time machine.

I promise I'll tell you later, just stay away from it.

I've gotta destroy this blouse.

We'll catch up with you later, Miles.

RIP, blouse.

Note to self, stay on Macy's good side.

Guys, look!

It worked!

The stain disappeared.

You averted one aspect of your murder.

Great. But I'm still dead.

It's something. Keep the faith.

What about Miles? He knows.

Do we tell him? About Morgue Macy?

Uh, no. Telling Miles about the time machine

and my murder might break his brain.

Fair, definite brain breaker.

We'll tell him we use the machine to gather

historical evidence for our final project. Research.

Let's wait and see if we can trust him.

Sounds good.

Sunny texted!

He says…

"Hey, glad u texted. Whats upp?"

Uh hey. So uh, for my audition, no pressure,

but I was wondering-- - I'd love to.

It's about time I pulled out the violin.

And that, in a nutshell, is the space-time continuum.

Now, as it pertains to the time machine--

You can't tell a soul about this!

I promise, your secret's safe with me.

Imagine, the ability to move through time,

travel anywhere, do anything.

What a way to live.

Yeah. Live.