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Nancy?

Nancy.

I know that it's painful to think about

the past few days, but
anything that you noticed...

anything you can tell me
might help find Owen's killer.

Owen?!

I'm gonna get you some more water.

We want the body released
to us as soon as possible.

Whitney, don't you think we
should be doing a full autopsy?

Yes. In a private facility.

Not in some county morgue
that takes just anyone.

I really think that we should
ask Aunt Diana what she wants.

Do you want to be in charge
of making the arrangements?

I know what's best for Owen.

I'm not even sure you
know his middle name.

Look, can I just get a supervisor

or something?

Not here.

Has anyone talked to you yet?

Uh, uh, no.

Ace is giving a statement now.

Lisbeth's running the investigation.

She's been in there
with Nancy for a while.

Okay.

Hey.

Hi.

I don't even know where to begin.

Look, uh,

I know that your family has
an allergy to law enforcement,

but, Bess, I really wish I'd
been at your aunt's party.

- I know.
- I could have seen something.

I know, I'm sorry. I screwed up.

Badly.

We'll catch who did this.

I know that you and Owen were together,

so if there's anything you could tell me

to point me in the right direction...

a-a motive, a suspect...

I did it. It's my fault.

Nancy, I know that it must feel...

I-I, uh, dragged Owen to a ritual at sea

and because I didn't pay the toll,

a spirit called the Aglaeca took Owen.

- N-Nancy...
- Just leave me alone.

Do we really think Owen
was murdered by the Aglaeca?

She wanted all his blood, she got it.

Yeah, but the protection
ritual we tried...

Clearly it didn't work, Bess.

You guys, if the legend is true,

Owen's not the only
one who pays the toll.

No, she's gonna come for all of us.

Okay, we know she sends portents.

What if Owen got some other kind of sign

right before she cut him open?

Hey, we could, we could
talk to him, talk to Owen.

If he could tell us how
the Aglaeca got to him,

then maybe we could figure out

how to stop her from getting to us.

So you guys want to do another s�ance?

We have got pretty good
at this ghost thing.

- Have we?
- Didn't go so well the last time.

No nuclear-charged coins this time.

Yeah, but Owen's spirit
could still be here,

just like Tiffany's was after she died.

I mean, the time is now.

We have to try it.

If we don't get ahead of this thing,

we're next.

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How do you know when
these ghost traps are working?

They light up or... fly?

They're supposed to make
a little jingling sound.

Like Tinker Bell?

Do broken ones still work?

Owen broke that.

He bumped into it when it
was hanging in the mudroom.

Ghosts are drawn to
objects they've touched,

so we could use those bottle pieces

to try to summon Owen.

I'll get the matches.

Okay, so the cousins are
all gathering round Diana's,

and they're all wondering where I am.

So the quicker we get this
done, the better. Okay?

- Okay.
- Good.

Hey, you-you just
pulled away from my hand

like I was on fire.

What? When?

Just now.

And earlier, at the police station.

Is there something more going on

that I should know about?

No.

Look, don't all guys hate
being tied to their girls

in front of their friends?

Uh, I don't think we're anywhere near

that territory yet.

Well, what if PDA's just not my thing?

That's fine... I guess.

Okay.

Hey.

Hi.

I, um... I heard about Owen.

Yeah. Okay.

And I-I just... I wanted to come by

and check in on Nancy.

You know, because, um...

- I'm-I'm her...
- Her father?

I can't tell you what Nancy
doesn't need right now,

but, Ryan, this is definitely close.

Are you sure about that?

Because I-I'd kind of like
to hear it from my daughter.

- Hi.
- Look, Ryan, I-I, um...

I totally understand
what you're trying to do.

But...

you don't get to claim me.

I'm just trying to... do right by you.

I can't let you into my life like this.

If you want to know why,
just look at your past.

I mean, all the women in your life have

ended up messed up or dead.

You know, Lucy, Tiffany.

I'm not gonna be next.

I'm sorry.

The bucket curse hasn't struck yet.

I guess that means I'm in
the "messed up" category.

George, no.

I didn't mean you. I-I...

It's fine.

Let's get going with the s�ance.

Okay.

We call to your spirit, Owen Marvin.

Hey.

Is everybody feeling

ready to do this?

I feel ready.

I feel sad...

... but hopeful.

Maybe we'll be able to say goodbye.

And let you get rid
of some of your guilt.

Well, hopefully Owen
tells us what happens

after the portents, but
before her final attack.

All right,

if we're gonna do this,

let's focus.

Owen Marvin...

wherever you are, hear us, please.

Follow the sound,

touch this world one more time.

Come on, Owen.

Owen...

... is that you?

Somebody's here.

Somebody big.

That was the Aglaeca.

I don't think she wants
us talking to Owen.

Hope this wasn't a family heirloom.

Oh, I can fix it.

The legs are shattered.

Well, I could fix some of it.

Okay, I-I can't hold
off any longer, guys.

I-I have to go face my family.

What do you need, Bess?

Yeah, we're here for you.

Can you be there for me, please?

Yeah. I'll go with you.

Yeah, me, too.

Thank you.

Hey, will you stay with Nancy?

Yeah. Definitely.

Did you see her face?

- Lady Aglaeca?
- Mm-hmm.

I think you're gonna
need a bigger bottle.

If she wanted us all dead,
why didn't she just kill us?

Maybe it's just not how she operates.

I wish we knew something about

the person she was before she died.

We need a history lesson.

Isaac, hi.

Did Whitney do all of this?

We're sitting shiva, darling,
or whatever passes for it

in whichever religions we're
worshiping this week.

Although Cassidy's bending
her elbows more than her knees,

if you catch my drift.

Where is Aunt Diana?

Up in her suite.

You've got this.

Yeah, holler if you need us.

Thanks.

Are either of you
artists, by any chance?

Whit has tasked me
with finding a painter.

Owen will need a portrait
for the hall of tragedies.

There's a-a whole hall?

I said I wanted to be alone.

I'm sorry, I...

Oh, Bess, it's you.

Please, come in.

I thought it was Whitney
with another insipid question.

I'm just going through
some papers of Owen's here.

Oh...

I know Owen was your favorite.

He was really, really good to me, too.

You know, he was so supportive

of helping me become part of the family.

You really care

about being a Marvin, don't you, Bess?

Yeah.

Then you need to fight for it, dear.

Okay. W... What do you want me to do?

I need to know what happened.

And you have

that relationship with
local law enforcement.

Can you trust her, Bess?

Yeah, of course. Why?

Well, I believe it could
be extremely helpful

to know everything Lisbeth knows.

As soon as she knows it.

_

Is this the first mention

of the Aglaeca, 1806?

Uh, in print, yes.
What have you got there?

Bound copy of the Horseshoe Bay Gazette.

Not your most reliable publication,

unless you like your journalism biased.

We're pretty straight shooters.

Then the Coronet is the paper for you.

They were the first to
source the folktale...

... to an actual woman.

How well do you know the Aglaeca?

The story or the entity itself?

How would you know the entity itself?

We met, briefly.

Oh, no. No, no, you're mistaken.

Credible eyewitness
accounts of the Aglaeca

are extraordinarily rare.

She's not your common street ghost.

She's the white whale.

She did have a tail.

We summoned her.

The two of us and a group of our friends

and Owen Marvin.

Owen Marvin?

She wanted his blood as a toll,

and we didn't exactly pay in full.

In all my years as keeper,

I've-I've never encountered
anyone who's summoned her.

I'll need to check the
previous keeper's records.

Will that tell us how to save ourselves

from becoming her next victims?

Next?

But Owen died yesterday,
and you're both still alive.

Yeah. As far as we know.

In all the reputable lore
I've heard about the Aglaeca,

if you don't pay her toll,
she collects all souls at once.

If she was the one to
take your friend's life,

she would've taken yours the same day.

But then, who killed Owen?

If Owen wasn't killed
by a vengeful spirit,

are we looking for a vengeful person?

How crazy have things gotten
that we never even considered

that the murderer could
be an actual human?

Yeah. Sidenote from
the historical society:

we are still on the hook
for the Aglaeca curse.

But this is the problem
that we are facing, okay?

Who... who would want revenge on Owen?

Someone with a serious grudge,

or someone who stood
to gain from his death.

Yeah, we're, um,

we're kind of surrounded
by possible Marvin heirs.

Yeah, but the way he
was killed, I just, I...

I don't see any of my cousins
doing something like that.

They could've hired someone who
could do something like that.

Bess, do you feel comfortable
talking to your family?

Seeing if there are
any possible motives?

Um, we're not the
only ones digging here.

Detective Lisbeth brought
a whole forensic team.

Oh, my God.

Use that to our advantage.

If the cops are there,
now is a good time

for us to check out Owen's apartment.

You mean his room at the estate?

He had a private apartment
on the other side of town.

That's where he went if he
wanted to get away from family

or if he had a guest over.

Bess, uh, are you cool handling
the investigation on your end?

Yeah, um, guys, she's already gone.

- A selfie? Really?
- You don't need to check.

I'm not even driving.

This isn't a blood
alcohol test, Ms. Marvin.

It's a DNA swap to
clear you as a suspect.

You could've let me
know you were coming.

Uh, yeah, I could have,

but I didn't want to
wait for an invitation.

What is going on here?

This is a private affair.

Yes, and this is a court order.

These are very broad parameters.

You do know there are,
minimum, 11 lawyers here?

I look forward to swabbing
each and every one of them.

I'll make sure to make a
note you were not interested

- in being eliminated as a suspect.
- No, I-I'll go first.

On behalf of the Marvin family,
we are happy to cooperate.

On behalf of the police,
we appreciate that.

Hey, well, do you suspect
someone in my family?

I'm not prepared to say.

Okay, so, can you let me know
when you are prepared to say?

I could.

The cops are back? Please.

There hasn't been a Marvin in bracelets

since the feud with Harry Winston.

Does that mean you don't
suspect anyone in your family?

Or that they just get
away with everything?

If you expect the goss on
my living relatives, well,

let me just say: Marvins don't rat.

Isaac catfished his caddie.

Took his identity, ruined his
credit, bought a hovercraft.

All because of a bad
read on the 18th green.

But he loved Owen.

And he's too cheap to hire a hit man.

Whitney might. She had a boy

smash up this married guy's car once,

'cause she was dumb
enough to fall for him.

What?

Like, how desperate do you have
to be to be someone's mistress?

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

Just divide and conquer. I...

Are you trying to push me away?

I'm sorry.

I forgot. No one likes that.

I'll just meet up with you later, okay?

_

Does Aunt Diana know
you've got your other friends

playing amateur detective, too?

Yeah, Diana wants me to help, with Owen.

Ms. Marvin, please confirm

the spelling of the programs.

- Owen's middle name?
- Yes, it's Tiberius.

T-I-B-E-R-I-U-S.

Thank you.

- Our deepest sympathies.
- Thank you so much.

But I'm handling this.

Okay. Um,

there is no good way for it to go.

Okay? This should not

have happened at all.

We need to select
pallbearers and speakers.

You know, I could really use your help.

I don't know your game.

But you won't win.

Wow, my family are mean-spirited,

self-medicating narcissists,

but...

I think they all loved Owen.

Not as much as they love
themselves, but still.

Yeah.

I mean, I don't see a
killer among them, either.

For every photo Cassidy posts,

there's a thousand others in her phone.

Does she have an alibi on there?

Yeah. A dozen shots of herself

at the party at the time of the murder.

And enough of all your cousins, so...

- No.
- ... none of them held the knife.

No sign of Tinker Bell?

Nope.

Not everybody comes back.

I know lately you've
been pummeled by life.

Everything you learned
about your parents and now...

If you ever want to talk
about anything, I'm here.

I really appreciate that.

If I find the words, I
will share them with you.

But until then, how great is it
that I can avoid talking about

my two dads by avoiding
talking about my dead boyfriend?

Hey, look at that.

It says "Marvin storage unit" on it.

Don't suppose you know where the key is?

Mm-mm.

Never mind.

Found one.

Hey, Ace.

Someone was here.

Someone was watching Owen.
The print's not even dry.

Couldn't be more than a day old.

- I appreciate the call, Nancy.
- Great.

Return the favor.

Your forensic team at the Marvin estate,

they're collecting DNA samples.

What are they comparing it to?

I respect that you are
dealing with a huge loss,

but inserting yourself
into a murder investigation

isn't the way to do it.

Agree to disagree. Do
you have the killer's DNA?

Where'd you get it?

Off of Owen.

He fought back.

We obtained skin samples

from under Owen's fingernails, yeah.

And the-the-the print on the window?

When will you get the results back?

Uh, unfortunately, I
don't think we're going to.

Why is that?

The handprint was clear,

but there weren't any fingerprints,

as if the tips of the
fingers were covered.

We found a similar
print on Owen's phone.

There were trace amounts of
an unidentified substance.

The lab's testing it now.

Is there anything else
that you can tell me?

Please.

Let me help. Uh... use me.

Uh... what about him?

Can I use him?

You got this.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Is everything okay? Is this about Nancy?

What? No.

I mean, yeah.

I mean...

Look...

what Nancy said earlier about
all the women in your life...

... how we all get messed
up because of you...

Wait, this is about us?

George, we talked about this.
What we did was wrong, but we...

No.

- What you did to me.
- You're right.

I should've never
strung you along at all.

But... I thought, I thought
that we were okay now.

Yeah, I thought I was okay.

- But how could I be?
- George,

you never said that you weren't.

I mean, in fairness, you always
said you wanted to be with me.

Because I was 17!

I was 17, and I had a crush on you,

and I thought it was something more,

because I didn't know any better.

You did.

You're right.

I was, I was being stupid,

and a-a liar, and I made you think

that I was gonna leave Tiffany.

My life was a mess.

Your life?

No, Ryan, you are not the victim here.

- George, I'm so...
- You made it so I believed

everything that you said.

So I could never trust anyone else.

You made me think that I
didn't deserve any better.

You made me think that
I didn't want any better.

You made me okay with
being a dirty little secret

because I was a 17-year-old
girl from a poor family

swept off her feet by some
rich, older, married man.

Because of you, I don't know how to be

in a real relationship.

It's all warped in my head
because I thought that the way

that we were was the way that
things were supposed to be.

I... I can't even hold
a guy's hand in public,

because you taught me the wrong rules.

George, I'm so sorry.

- I didn't...
- No, don't!

Don't touch me!

Okay. Okay.

Okay, all this time I thought
that I was fine, and...

I'm not. I'm really not.

But I will be fine.

'Cause I'm George freaking Fan.

Just... go.

Okay.

Last night, the passcode

on Owen's phone was repeatedly entered

incorrectly until the phone shut down.

Here's the time stamp.

Right around the
estimated time of death.

So the killer wanted
something from his phone?

Yeah. He didn't get it, though.

Thanks.

Are those the results?

Yeah, we tested the substance

from that handprint at Owen's window.

Traces of ethanol-blended
gasoline and FC-W oil.

It's, um...

- It's the kind they use on...
- Motorboats.

Yeah.

_

I need to handle this.
Do me a favor? Stay here?

Yeah.

Let's go.

- So where are we going?
- To catch a killer.

Secret compartment? Is that custom?

Yeah, Nick put it in for me
when my car was in the shop.

But look at that.

I don't see anything.

Exactly.

As early as yesterday morning,

Lucy's compass charm was in there.

If Nick built it at the
garage where he worked,

it would have been out in plain sight.

I-I think the handprint on the window

wasn't because Owen was being watched,

I think I was.

You really think he's back?

Buckle up.

_

Would you mind waiting out here?

I think I might get more
out of her one-on-one.

Of course.

But I guarantee you,

this is 100% nontoxic,

and all-natural. This completely...

Patrice?

I need to ask you about your son.

Who?

Where's Joshua?

Mmm. Green Jell-O,
that's the good stuff.

Please, Patrice.

I-I really need to find Joshua.

Do you have any idea where he might be?

He said he has on his way to find you.

At the Sea Queen ceremony.

Win or lose, he wanted to
give his big sister flowers.

I told him if he just stayed put,

that you'd come home to us, Lucy.

Here, let me help.

Thank you.

You always know how to
take care of your mother.

Even though I don't always
know how to take care of you.

You're still my love,
you know that, right?

No matter how upset you
think I might be with you.

I'm not Lucy.

I'm her daughter, actually.

Well, that's not possible.

Lucy's gone.

She's been dead 19 years.

I was born the night she died.

She never told anybody
that she was pregnant.

You're her child?

She gave me a granddaughter.

And here you are.

I've missed your whole life.

No.

Just the part before now.

SOS.

Patrice...

Grandma...

I really need you to tell
me if Joshua has come back.

Sweetie... he never left.

Hello?

No-no-no-no!

Hey, Lisbeth, I think
Joshua Dodd is alive.

Lucy's charm.

You killed Owen.

Well, if your boyfriend
had just sent you the text

like I asked him to,

I would have let him go.

You used him to lure me to you.

I tried, but he wouldn't do it.

He fought me.

I had to keep him quiet.

It wasn't easy.

He seemed to care more
about you than his own life.

I didn't go there to hurt him.

He wasn't the one that
turned the cops on me

when all I wanted was
justice for my sister.

Lucy was not murdered.

Yes, she was!

And you...

you helped Ryan Hudson get away with it

by convincing the judge that
my own sister killed herself.

Your sister was my mother!

I know you didn't know it,

but the last time you
saw her, she was pregnant.

And-and hours later, she
headed up to the bluffs

to end her life.

Stop lying to me.

She gave birth there, to me.

She called Kate Drew for help.

She made her promise to not
tell anybody my identity.

I am Lucy's daughter.

I am your niece, your family.

No.

Nancy!

The cops are here.

Josh...

don't try to run.

Josh, don't!

Josh!

He was hanging onto the edge
of the building with one arm.

Nancy races over, grabs
onto him to pull him back up.

I don't know if I raced over to him.

I almost let him fall.

Hey, that was self-preservation.

He went psycho on you.

He was also really heavy.

I mean it, though. I-I thought about it.

Yeah, but it matters more
what you did about it.

You pulled him up together.

And that's how we're
gonna beat this curse.

Right.

Whatever comes, we're in this together.

- All cursed together.
- Mm.

Some of us have our own personal curses,

thank you.

Well, there is no "I" in "Aglaeca",

so rest up, team.

Let's go.

Hey, you.

Hey.

I just wanted to say thank you

for putting Joshua Dodd in prison.

My family really appreciates it.

Yeah. I'm always happy to serve...

and protect.

Has he asked for a lawyer,

do you know?

Were you wondering that,
or did Aunt Diana ask you

to keep tabs on me?

I'm just trying to support her

in her time of need.

All right, so what happens

when she asks you to keep
her abreast of something

that I'm not allowed to talk about?

Wow, you're saying it like my family are

a bunch of criminals.

Uh, Bess, they have a hall of tragedies.

Ye...

What happens when you find out

that your family has some
skeletons in the closet?

Are you gonna let me know?

May I?

Wait.

I just...

I need to say this.

My outlook on relationships has been...

a little screwed up.

I have a really bad habit of

expecting the least out of people,

including you,

and I'm really sorry.

No, no, you don't need to apologize.

No, I-I do.

To you,

and to myself.

When I ghosted you at the Marvins',

I went to go and see Ryan.

Okay, I didn't see that coming.

It was just for closure; closure that

I didn't even know that I needed.

I thought that what I had with him

was all I deserved.

And now I know

I deserve whatever the hell I want.

And... what's that?

You.

Us.

And not just some "on
the side" version of us.

You holding my hand
in the center of town.

So much PDA that the
world is gonna barf.

I guess I just got so used to being

the girl you keep a secret,

not the girl you take to dinner.

Well, then,

I'll make reservations.

I know that your mother
and father never showed you

the kind of unconditional
love that you deserve.

But know that you are
loved here, my darling,

and you have a home
here, if you want it.

Because Marvins take care of Marvins.

I want to take care of you.

Now, when's the last time
someone truly did that, hmm?

- Yeah.
- Good night, dear.

Good night.

Aunt Diana, these
paintings. Who did them?

Oh, those, dear, were painted by

your great-great-great-grandfather,

Douglas Marvin.

He was a great sea captain,

but he suffered a lot
of tragedy in his life.

Oh, there's so much for you to learn

about your family history, Bess.

But another night, dear.

The Aglaeca.

I thought if I solved
all these mysteries,

I would find some kind of peace.

But instead, I've just
made everything worse.

Help.