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Gortimer, Narrating: I've lived my whole life on Normal Street.

There's a lake at one end,

and a forest of shady trees at the other.

But what lies in between

is anything but normal.

They say Leonardo da Vinci

was the quintessential renaissance man.

He was good at everything he attempted.

But was that actually true?

What if he was a bad speller,

or had an awkward singing voice?

Maybe he could only do five push ups.

Because shouldn't everyone have at least one thing

- they're not-- - [knocking]

Focus up, Mr. Gibbon.

Where was I?

Right. Mitosis...

is when the chromosomes in a cell nucleus--

[sighs] Miss Fuller, please describe the process of mitosis.

Me?

Is there another Miss Fuller here?

Mitosis is when the chromosomes in the nucleus of a cell

split into two identical sets of chromosomes.

I think I missed something.

- Which part? - All of it.

None of it's making any sense.

I just-- It's hard to stay interested in Biology.

Mr. Gibbon.

Is there something you'd like to share with the class?

No. Sorry.

I'm just having a hard time with the material.

Well, then, I suggest you start paying attention

because this is the easy part.

**

And Ranger thought it'd be funny

to start spinning the Lazy Susan,

so Gardner started spinning it, too,

and they spun it faster and faster and faster

until the bowl flew off and Gardner was covered in pork lo mein.

[laughing]

Oh, I needed a good laugh, Gortimer.

I don't get a lot of that around here.

- Hi. - Sounds like my Biology class.

Thank you.

What was that about Biology?

Uh, nothing. No. Never mind.

Oh, I bet I know what the problem is.

It's Miss Williams, right?

Some things never change.

Listen, Gortimer, I know she's tough,

but if you're still serious about going into medicine,

you are in a perfect position to learn a ton from her.

Yeah, sure.

Have you gotten into cell structure yet?

Uh, I think I'm learning about mitosis.

Yeah, it's all super interesting.

I mean, it's Biology, so how could it not be, right?

Gortimer, I'm thrilled you're getting into this.

Like father, like son, right?

Imagine if we got to work together some day.

Wouldn't that be cool?

Yeah, yeah. Amazing.

Okay. Hey, Gortimer. I gotta go.All right?

Dr. Sanders' got some samples that I need to look over.

I love you, buddy. Goodnight.

Love you, too.

[thudding]

**[violin]

**[violin continues]

[music continues]

Is he asleep?

I wish.

I didn't get any sleep last night

because of that bizarre violin music.

- What music? - It was really loud.

You guys didn't hear it?

Well, I'm a really sound sleeper.

We know. You snored through Stanley's drum recital.

Well, what if it's back tonight?

I don't know if I can go another night without sleep.

It's probably just a neighbor

playing their stereo too loud.

No, no, but I checked, and it wasn't coming from

any of the houses nearby

or even any direction at all.

It-it was like it was coming from

nowhere and everywhere.

It was... creepy.

Creepy?

More like fascinating.

Who's down for a stakeout tonight?

Prokaryotic cells lack what?

- A brain? - No.

- A heart? - No.

- Courage? - It's not "The Wizard of Oz."

Forget it. I'm a lost cause.

My dad might as well start filling out the papers to disown me.

What does your dad have to do with it?

I told him that I was doing well in Biology,

- which is, you know-- - A lie.

And even worse, I may have even told him that I like it.

Another lie? Two for two.

- Is this a new Gortimer? - I didn't know what to do.

I'm sure he'd understand. Just tell him the truth.

I can't. Last summer I told him

that I might want to go into medical research,

and now he won't stop bringing it up.

He's gonna be really disappointed.

Even started talking about how some day

the two of us could work together.

**[violin]

There it is.

I don't hear it.

Listen.

There.

[humming tune]

You guys really don't hear that?

Don't panic.

I could probably think of a dozen reasons

why you're hearing it and we aren't.

- Name one. - I was bluffing.

Let me make a recording.

We'll get to the bottom of this.

**[violin continues]

- What's next? - Uh, zoamas--

- That. - Okay.

**[violin]

[humming]

**

Here's the analysis of the recording I made last night.

- So, am I crazy? - You're not crazy.

I removed the ambient noise, air traffic, nocturnal birds,

and I found there is a faint musical refrain.

You can see it repeating over and over.

Some sort of radio signal?

That's what I thought at first, too.

- But no. - Oh.

Look, see how the repetitions are slightly different.

That means the music is being played live.

But who could be doing this,

and why am I the only one that can hear it?

We need to consult an expert.

But who could be doing this,

and why am I the only one that can hear it?

It-- Ranger. Sidebar.

I was reading up on the effects of sleep deprivation,

and it's not pretty.

How not pretty?

Well, we've already seen Gortimer exhibit some symptoms,

like forgetfulness and anxiety,

but lack of sleep can also result in

- weakened immune response-- - [sneezes]

Disorienting bouts of micro sleep,

balance and coordination problems--

[thud]

And hallucinations.

Mom?

- Man: How do we stop-- - Why do they have to be so cute?

Oh, yeah. And mood swings.

Hey. Chatter boxes. Pay attention.

This'll be on the mid-term.

Man: For mice, survival is the end goal.

[bell jingles]

Here comes trouble.

Hey, Phil.

[laughs] What are you guys lookin' for today?

Maybe some Latin jazz, Celtic fusion, French pop.

Information.

Lucky for you, I have plenty of that as well.

Can you tell us what this piece of music is?

**[violin]

You know it?

Not that one in particular,

but I bet cash money it's Milos Doubrava.

You know, the legendary violinist.

He wrote this composition?

Sounds like he's performing it, too.

You hear that? Right there.

It's like his signature. I don't know of anyone else who plays like that.

So it's this Dou-whatever guy

who's playing in the middle of the night.

Is Gortimer okay?

He hasn't been sleeping very well.

You know where we could find, uh...

- what's his name? - Milos Doubrava.

Milos Doubrava.

- Doubrava. - Doubrava.

- Doubrava. - Doubrava.

Both: Doubrava.

Close enough.

I have no idea where he is.

He hasn't released any new music in over 30 years.

I have most of his albums.

But that song you played isn't on any of these.

I have a buddy across town who deals in unusual and vintage records.

Let me give him a call.

Maybe he has some rare Doubrava records he can send over.

I'll let you guys know.

Thanks, Phil.

We really appreciate it.

No problem.

[bell jingles]

Gortimer, get some sleep, huh?

- [thud] - [bell jingles]

[chuckles]

It says here, "Doubrava,

"a Czech composer and violinist,

"was known for his relentless perfectionism.

"He would practice day and night for weeks on end.

"Due to his singular focus on music,

"he isolated himself, turning away from friends and family."

Sounds like a fun guy.

But does it say where to find him?

Phil said that it sounded like it was him playing,

so he's gotta be around here somewhere, right?

"After a long, prolific career,

"he suddenly went silent 30 years ago,

"and soon after, penniless and alone, he...

Wh-- what, what, what-- he what?

"Died."

He's dead.

So we're dealing with a ghost?

We don't know anything yet.

Great. An undead Czech composer's

haunting me with his violin.

Doubrava's last word on his deathbed was "kolusek"

which is Czech for fawn.

Fawn? Like a baby deer.

I need to figure out a way to triangulate

where the music is coming from.

This ends tonight.

**[violin]

[knocking]

Hey. Can we come in?

You should really keep that closed

if you're scared of ghosts.

Please stop talking about ghosts.

I figured the more I talked about them,

the less scary they'd be.

It's not working.

The audio triangulator is working.

We've got a lead on the source of the music.

Oh, hey, I'm Gortimer Gibbon.

It's nice to meet you.

Let's give him a minute.

Can I just say I'm not at all surprised by how creepy this is.

The music is definitely coming from here.

Gortimer, is that it?

Yes, yes, you guys can hear it.

I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy.

Shh.

Let's get a closer look.

**[violin]

Gortimer: You know what? Sleep is overrated.

Let's go home.

Mel: I want to get closer.

Great idea.

You go. Ranger and I will look from back here.

But I want to-- [sighs]

Stay with Gortimer.

**[violin]

[camera shutter clicking]

Miss Williams?

[clattering]

Both: No, no, no, no, no, no.

[camera shutter clicking]

Gortimer: Come on!

Is it super bright in here?

Mel: Hey.

Okay, guys. Take a look at these.

Why is Miss Williams doing this to me?

The thing is, she doesn't know she's doing it.

Look. Her eyes are closed.

And when I knocked over the watering can,

she didn't react.

She's asleep.

This could be another form of sleep walking.

Sleep "violining"?

There's something else.

I was able to zoom in on the photo.

Look at the writing on the violin.

"Kolusek."

What is "kolusek" again?

Doubrava's final word. Fawn.

It must be the name of his violin.

He called out to the thing he loved most in the world.

His instrument.

But why is Miss Williams playing it?

What if kolusek the violin is enchanted?

Hear me out. Doubrava was obsessed with his music,

so it'd make sense he'd want it to live on after he died. Right?

You guys are talking really fast.

[sighs] It's an interesting theory,

but how did Miss Williams get the violin?

[phone ringing]

It might be my dad.

You answer it.

[ringing continues]

[high pitched] Hello! Gibbon residence.

Gortimer's grandmother Annie May Gibbon.

Thank you very much, young man.

I'll let him know.

What was that?

I kind of panicked. It was Phil from the record store.

He said he has something for us.

**[violin]

"Odpust' Mi."

This is the last album Doubrava recorded.

Only a handful of copies were pressed.

That sounds like what I've been hearing,

but it's not the same.

I'm pretty sure what you played for me

is the accompaniment to this piece.

The two halves of a duet.

- A duet? - [phone rings]

I'll be right back.

"The missing half I can always hear in my heart."

Maybe we need to put the two halves together.

**

Mel: It's almost over.

[sighs] I'll set it up over here.

Close to the window so she can hear it.

**

**

Ranger: Still sleeping.

Still sleeping.

- Still-- - [record scratches]

Not asleep, not asleep, not asleep!

What are you doing here?

Miss Williams, I'm sorry, I know this is weird,

but I need you to listen.

This is my house.

You're trespass--

Why was I holding that?

What have you done?

You were playing it when we got here.

You have been every night.

In a trance.

That's ridiculous.

I haven't played the violin in forever.

[sighs] You have.

And you just didn't know it.

We think your violin has been cursed.

By that guy.

Mel: He was a famous musician.

That's his violin. It's named Kolusek.

- Oh, please. - We know it sounds crazy.

Why are you doing this to me?

- Miss Williams. - Stop.

Listen to me. The violin isn't Kolusek. I am.

It was the nickname my grandfather gave me.

Your grandfather?

Milos Doubrava.

He raised me.

Alone.

Miss Williams: Violin was his greatest passion.

**

So to make him happy, I asked him to teach me.

He was thrilled and gave me my very first violin.

But it ended up being a terrible mistake.

He made me practice every day, all day, all night.

He was relentless.

In order to keep up with my training,

I had to sacrifice everything

that brought me any kind of joy.

Oh, I wanted to quit,

but I was afraid my grandfather would never forgive me.

So, one night,

too scared to face him with the truth,

I ran away and never looked back.

That was the biggest regret of my life.

Maybe that's why I haven't been sleeping so well.

Did you ever see him again?

No. Never.

This was his last recording.

What does it mean?

"Odpust' Mi"?

It means...

"forgive me."

**[violin]

**

**[orchestra]

[sighs] She had a weird relationship with her grandfather.

Like, if I told my grandpa that I didn't want to be a baker,

he'd be totally cool with it.

- I don't get it. - I do.

She was afraid of disappointing him.

I know how she feels.

Maybe that's why you could hear the music before anyone else.

You were on the same wavelength.

Dr. Gibbon: It's the middle of the night there.

Are you okay, bud?

Yeah, yeah. I just, um--

I wanted to talk to you about something.

I know I'm letting you down, but I just can't lie to you anymore.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.

What are you talkin' about?

I don't want to go into medicine.

Okay.

I'm sorry, I just don't like Biology,

and there are a bunch of other subjects out there

that I'm really excited about, but I-- I just--

I know I'm disappointing you.

I'm not disappointed, Gortimer.

and-and I'm the one who should be sorry

if I gave you the idea that I would be

if you didn't go into medicine.

Look, I support you 100 percent

in whatever you want to do.

Really?

Are you kidding? Of course.

That means a lot.

Because I'm getting a C in Biology.

[groans] Well, uh--

a B would be better.

Yeah, yeah, it would.

I'll try.

You want me to talk to Miss Williams

and maybe set up some extra help?

No, no, I will.

Ms. Williams and I have a new understanding.

Gortimer, you okay?

Yeah, yeah, sorry, um--

I-- I'm just a little tired.

Love you, Dad.

I love you more, son.

Now get some rest, okay?

Gortimer: Why are we so afraid to disappoint people we love?

What are we really afraid of?

Are we scared those people won't love us for who we really are?

Who knows?

I think the trick is to push past that fear,

and you might end up giving your loved ones

an opportunity to surprise you,

and support you.

And I speak from experience when I say

that when you've got nothin' to be scared of,

it's much easier to get a good night's sleep.