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Yes, yes.

You're doing that thing
where you pretend to know more

than everyone else in the world,

is it?

No.

Nothing.

The truth does not come
without the text of effort.

You walk the bill
from his sleep.

You cannot cry with your 10 goes.

That's not an expression
in any language.

We continue.

Can you hear this?

All around us.

I have nothing.

And investigate that exposure to sick.

Tomorrow, the bang to the head
might be your limit for tonight.

Someone else is in this house.

Did you hear it?

Yes.

Answer that.

Signing.

Right.

Still good.

He's all right.

You can.

Come up now.

You are not in any trouble.

There is nothing to fear.

You came with the other children.

And you have been hating here
all this time.

Did you hear the woman before?

Did you see?

Did someone push her out?

Who are you talking to?

You must have.

That I heard.

You're all crossing the page.

In my years here,
I've never heard this.

I have.

When they're angry,
they've upset them all the way.

I'm upset now.

Listen.

It comes from the basement.

There is no basement
in this house.

That's what the doctor,
the children send out.

You want to go down that?

Dad.

They really did love
those children in here today.

Thinking he's having a nerve storm.

To work together.

Think of your son.

Always not ghosts.

And that's it.

Are you with me?

See

you see me?

It's just a thing.

I know.

Toronto.

Just needs his rest.

I should be taking care of you.

YouTube.

Rest.

Should have listened.

Your soul.

Demons evil.

They're everywhere in this house.

You with me?

With the same.

Where can we go?

Death follows.

There must be a rational answer
for all of this.

In the movement there are peace.

Upstairs there
is an ordinary killer.

You can rest now
in my music room.

It's almost soundproof.

We should lock it for his safety.

Please you keep the key for ours.

Yes.

Don't you think

I am?

Of course she'd say that.

From her perspective,
it's true.

I didn't kill her resume.

Arena believes what she wants.

And Medium saw Alicia murdered.

Colour me the gunman you do not believe,

Miss Reynolds of Typewriter

with the message

from the Department of your initial
and from Maximum Haunted house.

Humans are so desperate
to shape chaos into tidy stories.

Double that in distress.

It isn't walkthrough trillion stars.

It's whole Cassiopeia,
that blur

of light in the family photo?

That must be Grandad's ghost.

Alicia was mentally ill.

It killed her.

It didn't have to.

A proper doctor would have
treated her properly.

Not that Twitch salad.

Honey, good, undercut,
ancient antiseptic.

And it's not 1 fire.

OK, please.

What?

Alicia Drake.

Such.

Sunshine Happiness.

Tune into.

Alicia.

Tore up the photo in her room
the night I ended it.

Last time we spoke.

So you did the break
of your engagement?

You heard she wasn't rich
enough for me.

You carry her photograph
in your pocket.

You came to light when summoned.

I believe that you loved Alicia.

Drink more than the money.

And yet you walked away.

Some women, you marry them.

You marry their mother too.

So the mother did not approve of you.

She wouldn't approve
of the Pope.

For Weiner didn't know
how to exist alone.

Tour of the Garden and Spite
took off abroad.

At least she was all twisted with guilt,

Wanted to chase her around the world

and I finally

realised I would never be
the most important thing in her life.

So you broke it off
and broke her heart,

all because a woman made you feel small.

I returned to Venice.

To beg her to take me back.

When I heard she was sick.

Where we knew wouldn't
let me see her.

Or show her my letters.

The next time I saw Alicia
was in a coffin.

Maybe it was my fault.

If you will permit
your invitation, please.

He's Oliver.

A simple note.

We're distinguishing language.

The stationary is plain.

It is cleanly typewritten,
professionally anonymous.

That's it.

You're done.

Let's go.

We did not finish.

Expose them lying, he told.

Probably accuse him of being secretly.

Policy.

Then he would have threatened
to deck you.

Effort spared.

Would be useful.

Get him a chair.

Chair.

It is good to have
a friend in this.

How long have we known each other?

Tanning Rd Municipal baths.

Murder.

I believe my way into observing
you as research for a book,

wrote Parrot thinly veiled.

They saw through it
and you got famous.

Infamous.

Thank you.

Not for me, for you.

You want to interview me?

Leave him be.

You turned on a cold engine,
took a few knocks to the head.

Sit this one out.

Let morning come.

I almost died.

Yeah.

His parents saw him there.

These tricks.

It puts things in front
of me again and again.

They took off the mind.

And then my mind wishes
to tell me something.

How did you become a policeman?

I do wish you would like
all of this.

That's right answer.

My father was a cop.

Family business, basically.

Never knew anything else
yet you retired early?

Only last year, yeah.

The family business
was no longer for me.

Perhaps never was.

I had the strength
but not the skin.

I drunk.

When I couldn't sleep
and I never slept.

He worked with his for once.

You can understand.

Eventually you get a case.

And you know he's the last one
you can stomach

and still know your soul.

What case was it for you?

Why did you lie about
never having been here

before when clearly you heard?

You knew precisely where
to find the hidden telephone.

The case was such a spectacle.

The family deserve their privacy,

but you were the policeman
on duty when Alicia,

the

records found dead.

Yes.

I pulled them.

From the bottom.

Retire next day soon to become
my excellent bodyguard

and dragon at my gate

will not

once permitted the soul to pass,

he had told me this morning
interrupted me to ask if

I am dead near the woman
with the ability.

So many months, my peace undisturbed,

your resolutely guarding me
from curiosity or company.

Grown men cast into the canal.

Ohh yeah, me Oliver.

All this through.

Why?

Because you are in league.

The authorities and the bodyguard
working with the medium

in that kahoot.

Feeling disdain?

Conspiring to bring into this sales
to make me a fool.

And the very worried about you
in details of Alicia

Drake's life and death.

Provided by the policeman
who was present at her death.

Details of me.

Provided not by divination,
but by letter from you,

And that the silence with all eyes

on the medium, your own hands for free,

the secret accomplice
to make me believe the

impossible.

Mediums and magic.

Ghosts and gods.

Fame for the medium hot
percentage to you.

Your literary standing restored
the woman who stumped Hercule Poirot.

Not George Reynolds,
but Ariadne Oliver.

Would you forgive me?

Apparently only God can from you.

Bit of a pickle, man,

so let us discover how you did it.

Good touch you personally.

Invitation to the fiancee.

Guaranteed drama with that one.

Three flops.

I needed a win.

We were friends.

You don't have friends.

You have admirers,
and you only have them because of me.

I wrote you up as a genius.

Why shouldn't I use you
to sell books?

Genius.

You're a fool.

An ego.

A black cloud
that lures death.

And you know it too.

That's why you quit.

No.

Your book.

An instant legend.

Come on, your tap dancing.

Now, together we didn't
conceal murder.

Listen.

Why did he have to be alone?

This is the only way in.

You have the only key not possible.

No.

No, I was right in front of you.

He was shouting at someone.

I hated him, but I didn't
want him dead.

He's got a child,
for Christ's sakes.

Anyways, I was outside.

Trying to get in with them.

It's true.

The Doctor was alone in here.

Not alone.

Not in that house, a doctor.

A nurse and a doctor.

The children's ended.

There's no other way.

I can't understand
if this film wasn't safe.

No.

Where is safe.

None of us are safe.

Nothing human could have done this.

It is only for us to prove

that these apparent impossibilities

are in reality, not such.

Come on, leave him.

Let the detective detect.

He already knows he's going
to come to it soon enough.

From what's in your life,

I meant that you were up
against something bigger than you.

You asked.

You asked why I stayed
while they summoned spirits.

Alicia was wasting away
as she went mad.

It's Reina stayed
at her side day and night.

One day I pleaded with her
to take some rest.

I promise to keep watch.

She slept last night.

Come to midnight,
I heard the voices.

Footsteps.

Alicia was sleeping so soundly.

She must have woken
after I left.

Come to the balcony.

And you would beg her ghost
forgiveness.

Thank you.

She married.

Because that was stupid
and I was scared.

Why don't you?

You always have the answer.

I never should

leave this place.

Never looked back.

I will not wait to be next.

Tonight.

We're all afraid.

There have been two impossible murders.

Each murder appears committable
only by phantom,

as if the living have been killed
by

the dead.

Appears you know something?

You know who killed my father?

I must consider this Reynolds
assistance survivors

desperate and threatened
the ex police

Commissario who has been
in this house before.

Each time death occurs,

the authoress determined,

capable, murderously clever.

Our avenging Angel Olga Seminoff
so keen on justice.

As she prescribes it
for former love,

full of rage for the Doctor
and only the fragment

of a photograph.

To remember such.

Happiness.

But.

There has been a third death,
which explains the other two.

The mother of Alicia Drake.

Committed by.

Her mother.

Her mother.

Mother who killed her own child,

then killed her small
to hide her terrible sin.

How dare you?

I've got all I have suffered
to accuse me of hauling my little girl.

Little girl I draw.

You could not fathom
losing her for anyone else.

In a rage.

You tore up your job
on a rainbow.

Flowers.

Flowers.

You're too far gone now.

With a rainbow,
but with a single colour.

A single colour that could give you back
what you would not live without.

All night I am hearing seeing things
which are not there.

They began to believe in the impossible
presence of ghosts.

When in fact I had been taught,
dragged.

With hallucinogenic poison,
I thought my comments were bad.

Sandra Honey and The Linen Closet.

There is a poison in the flowering
species of Rhododendron ponticum,

its highest concentration

in the nectar that concentrates further

when processed by bees into honey.

All this effort.

Hello, honey, that we could buy
6 Clara.

That's not one fire.

OK, please the College of Delhi ball
in Turkey where it grows wild.

Where rowing a direct, troubled,
alone angry man.

Honey, I'm near teaspoon
of this poison induces weakness,

fever, hallucination.

You replanted it with
that same toxic flower

that would produce poison honey.

I couldn't do that.

I wouldn't.

Your daughter was not possessed.

She was poisoned by a mother
who could not let her go.

We lovingly spoon fed controlled doses
of poison honey in her tea,

keeping her just sick

enough to prevent the reunion
with her repentant love.

Week.

Helpless like a child again.

You're singing.

A mistake, Missus seminar
watched Alicia while you slept.

At last night fell and
Olga grew frightened

when inevitably Alicia woke,

I am sure disturbed

again, but what to do?

And not knowing the real truth,

Olga Seminoff

did what she believed
that you would do

and served Alicia Drake calming tea
sweetened with honey.

Too sweet?

No.

Alicia Drake did not run
to our balcony to commit suicide.

She had overdosed
on your poison.

And her heart had stopped
in her sleep.

You will return
from your arrest to find.

From dead.

And then?

You've made your monstrous choice.

You've made the mark of their children's
when they die.

You cut her.

You threw her into the canal.

You made her suicide.

A victim of Legend of Ghosts.

Your love of blind and incapable

Dr found nothing to arouse suspicion
at the inquest

of police predisposed
to superstition.

Easily satisfied,
the poison jar left in the linen cover

by the Carlos Houskeeper you

had got away with killing your own child

until Miss Oliver

drew my attention to something.

Where did all the money go?

I can't afford to fix it.

There is usually only one answer.

Black mayor, I suspect that someone
had found you out

and so you paid for their silence

again and again.

You paid.

But now, with your fortune gone
and this house unsaleable at any price,

you are desperate

to get out from
under the blackmailer's thumb.

But who could it be?

Your obvious suspect was Doctor Ferrier.

Perhaps he was not so naive.

I witnessed.

Perhaps finally he recognised
the poison symptoms.

And then you received your letter
from the unholy Miss Reynolds,

claiming messages from

your lost daughter.

Too many intimate details
known teasing knowledge

of your crime,

How services offered

at a heavy price.

Surely this was your blackmailer.

She had to be stopped
to be safe.

Both Miss Reynolds and Doctor Ferrier
had to be stopped.

But how?

In a haunted house on Halloween,

the perfect opportunity to conceal
the murder of those

you suspected of blackmail.

Hiding behind superstition legend

Fear, the Clock struck.

And so did you.

But in your face you mistake
the where of the mask.

Disposing of me you'll find
your target.

I was with Missus Simonoff
at midnight.

She was.

We went together.

I saw the time.

You saw the time on the clock
in the music room

where she had asked you to wait.

A room which is practically some proof

which she herself had sealed

and in which she

had previously changed.

The time where you could not even hear
the true midnight bell.

Midnight, when it was really
after Joyce Reynolds death.

The damning evidence discarded
with a magician's touch.

What about fair?

She wasn't anywhere near him.

He did.

She made a show of the locked door,

giving me the sole key.

But you would not kill Doctor
Ferrier with a knife.

Your mother weapon
would be entirely iPhone.

The phone line from outside
was dead, of course,

because of the storm,

but the internal

line remained clear.

No telephone call would come
from outside the house.

Only from inside she
in the dining room.

He sealed in the music room.

You confess to him everything,

to being another object, Reynolds.

Of staging your own daughter.

Suicide.

It's not possible.

And then you made your threat.

You've threatened to kill his son.

You're leaving?

Is only a reason to live.

If he did not do
what you told him.

And what you told him to do?

Was to take the knife.

Cheek.

See you.

And misery and the reason.

I would never hurt her.

It was an accident.

She was my whole life.

You poisoned her to protect her
and her draw her

to keep her safe from you.

I couldn't let her go.

She's mine.

She was the best thing about me.

And if there is a soul.

You gave her speech.

They will rule mistake a suicide

unless you would like
to make a statement otherwise.

Can I at least see you say form?

Before you tell me your food.

In the daylight.

Neither appears necessary.

In the end, it is you
protecting me totally.

And.

And live with me
and Mr Simonov.

And hurry.

Will mine him as our own.

Might insist on a bit
more sunshine.

You are a precocious boy.

Who is perhaps ashamed
that how much she likes attention.

I know something of this.

You must not blame yourself
for anything that happened in this House.

Why would he do that?

But it's all my fault.

And did not care
for the money for yourself.

You wanted to help your father.

That couldn't work.

I only use the money
to pay for bills.

Hunting people not to do with the rest?

Really.

That direct presumed the blackmailer
was the fake medium

on the family doctor.

When it was neither,
only the doctor's son saw the truth.

It was obvious from Dad's throats.

My telephone selling just like
metadata for her up.

Poison King.

I read all about it.

One of her books in the library.

So.

Because of the theory.

He sent a blackmail letter.

And another.

Perhaps there is a use
for this money in your matters.

To make good on our regret.

We survived before Miss Reynolds.

They'll do better than survive
and promise we'll get to America.

Viva, come with us.

You too.

To the police station.

Us to whom?

You to America?

Missouri.

I understand passage for two.

We can help with that, I think.

Thank you.

Thank you.

He sunk the case.

But you had help.

Didn't.

You heard her.

I was shown to my friend.

Don't worry.

People who die in this house
always come back.

See them again.

So we're seeing that.

I won't apologise.

You've ruined my book
and a living.

No proof after we run the office

so long as it does not include their name.

Just a house now
all the vomit.

But you've got the look
of a believer.

You did.

You saw something.

I was under the influence.

My subconscious mind assembled facts
ahead of the rational.

You saw?

You know.

I know only that we cannot hide
from our ghosts.

Whether they are real or not.

Make our peace with them.

And live life somehow.

And how will you live your life?

Support.

Support.

Your parents died one soon
after the other.

Then your brother, your trusted Dr,
is a beloved friend to the family.

Your brother was unmarried,
as are you.

No other relations.

Your family is not cursed.

I strongly suspect your brother added
a codicil to his will,

naming your doctor as beneficiary

should all members
of your small family perish,

after which I strongly suspect he also

murdered them, claiming natural causes
at their death rates.

And your life is next.

Danger.

You may wish to sit.

Please.

The lights.

The boys are home again.

And raise no snore with all.

That may fall from the sky.

I can swap to mean
a good boy.

Hello.

Long.

When the lights go on again.

Say like.

Like wedding.

You see

when the lights go on again.