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It's bumper-to-bumper.
I've been stuck here for ten minutes.

Gridlock in Grandview? Wow.

Yeah, it's a building renovation.
I mean, the square's a parking lot.

Hey, I've got a few hours before my shift.

-Why don't I go pick up Aiden?
-Oh! Please?

And Gus and Riley, and I promised their moms
I would feed them, too.

-No problem.
-You're the best.

-All right, come on.
-Oh. Wait. Never mind.

What? I'm not the best anymore?

No, no, no. You are the best.
It's just, we're moving.

-Finally. Love you.
-Love you, too.

I need-- Hey.

Hey. You gotta help me.
I need-- I need your help.

You gotta help me.
I'm right down there. I'm--

Uh-oh.

You! You see me!

Oh, God, not right now.

-Stop! Whoa!
-Ooh.

Oh, boy.

Whoa. I need your help.

Wha...

Sorry. I'm still not used
to this whole, uh, ghost thing.

Uh, okay. Well, I have to pick up my kid
from soccer, so...

No, I need you to help me.

I've been in there for two days.
None of the workers have noticed.

Your body?

In that building over there,
facedown in the dirt.

I don't want my loved ones
to see me like that. Please.

Don't let me rot.

-Let me call my husband.
-Okay. Come on, come on, come on.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Go. Go. See? It's down there.

Go, go, go! Come on!

Yeah, I'm down there.

All I'm asking for is my dignity.

A little further in.

Do you mind, uh, calling the police?

Watch the quarter.

Well, how can we watch it
if you're hiding it?

You can't, because it's disappeared.

-How'd you do that?
-That was so cool.

-It's magic.
-Real magic?

-A magician never tells.
-I wanna go play at your house.

-I thought you were coming to my house.
-I wanna see some more magic.

I can do stuff, too, things you can't.

-Yeah, right.
-Do another one.

-Guys, sorry I'm late. What's going on?
-Gus's magic.

Not real magic.

Uh, let's talk about it in the car, huh?
Go buckle up. Doors are open.

How you doing? What's going on?

I wanna go home.

All right.

-Have the coroner sign the report, okay?
-Yes, detective.

-Oh, Detective Blair, hi.
-And how'd you find this one?

Oh, it's, uh, simple, really. Um...

Yeah. Yeah, because, uh, he...
He dropped his cell phone.

-And then he went to go and retrieve it.
-And I saw shoes.

Uh-huh. Why is it everywhere you go,
you seem to keep finding bodies?

Because people keep dying.

-Do you know who he is?
-His ID was in his wallet.

Name's Kirk Jansen.
His wife is on her way now.

Now it gets interesting.

What does that mean?

Means we called her.

Oh.

Where is he? Where's my husband?

Oh, my God.

Kirk, no!

Wow, she's really convincing.

-Don't go anywhere, either of you.
-Oh, my God! Kirk!

-No! No! No!
-I'll take it from here.

I know hard it is
to watch someone you love grieve like this.

We can help you talk to her
before you go into the light.

Oh, uh-uh, no, I'm not going anywhere.

You need to let go
and let your wife mourn you.

Rita, mourn?
Don't count on it. Those tears are an act.

That bitch killed me.

No.

Can you see us?

Ready?

♪ Na, na, na, na, na... na! ♪

Where is it?

-Ta-da!
-Cool.

Can I do it?

Yeah, but you're gonna
have to practice a lot, okay?

Mm-hm.

-There's more where that came from.
-Thanks, Daddy.

-This is awesome!
-Since when is he into magic?

Oh, ever since little Gus started
showing him some tricks.

I've never seen him look so left out.
That nearly killed me.

Aw.

Well, it's good for him
to have a hobby besides ghosts.

Especially since he's started telling his friends
that he can do things, um, other people can't.

-Wait. Did he tell them about the ghosts?
-No.

I stopped him before he could finish,

and then I bought this magic kit
to distract him.

-Genius.
-Thank you.

Oh. Hey, your body came
into the morgue today.

-They're gonna get to it tonight for the autopsy.
-Please stop calling it my body.

-Do you really think his wife murdered him?
-That's what he said.

If he's telling the truth,
I'll never get him into the light.

It's hard to say, "I forgive you,"
after your spouse whacks you.

Yeah.

-Should you leave this one to the police?
-I always do.

But I have to get him into the light.

All right. Let's say she is guilty.

But what if
the police can't solve the crime,

and you are the only one
who knows the truth?

Scrub brush.

Thank you.

Yeah, of course I know Rita
and Kirk Jansen.

They're the power couple
of Grandview real estate.

They're married, successful,
witty, charming...

They get all the best listings.

You sound like the president
of their fan club.

Oh, are you kidding me?
I pretty much hate them.

Kirk beat me out
for the Golden Key two years ago.

-Golden Key?
-Yeah.

It's a sales award
from the Realty Association,

and he doubled his listings after that.

And you wanna know why? Because...

he's a genius.

Listen to this.

"The kitchen will make you wanna
kick off your shoes,

pour a glass of ice-cold prosecco
from the stainless-steel fridge

while Sinatra croons
on the room-to-room digital sound system."

-I mean, it's poetry.
-Okay.

So, if they were a perfect couple,
then how come she wanted to murder him?

I mean, something obviously went sour
at some point.

Didn't we have a rule where we let the police
figure out whodunits when they can?

Yeah, but if we're gonna cross this ghost over,

we need to figure out the "whydunit,"
for lack of a better word.

Give me a shout when you do.

So, you said your wife wanted to murder you,
and you don't know why?

He's here.

Oh. Um... hi, Kirk.

I'm really sorry about... you know. Yeah.

It's simple. She hated me.

Lots of married couples hate each other.
How'd she do it?

-Ahh, you don't wanna know.
-If we're gonna help you, we have to know.

Well, trust me. It was horrible.
All I can say is, everything about Rita is toxic.

I wouldn't put it past her
if she poisoned me.

I would've walked barefoot
over burning, broken glass for her.

I did everything I could
to make her happy.

Obviously, not happy enough.

Who's there?

Kirk?

That's how she killed me.

Since you asked.

Anaphylactic shock.

-He died from allergies?
-It can happen.

The symptoms you described sounded
like a severe reaction.

Okay, was it from something
he touched, inhaled or ate?

I don't know. We'll have to wait
for the tox screen to come back,

but police think he was poisoned.

So does the ghost.

Could his wife have deliberately exposed him
to something that he was allergic to?

Absolutely, but did she drag him
down to that basement by herself?

Actually, I overheard the police saying
that he crawled in there on his own.

-Heh. In a $2000 suit?
-He was a Realtor.

Maybe the building was one of his listings
or he was there doing some inspection.

-Whatever it is, he's not coughing it up.
-So to speak.

-Eli?
-No.

Delia. I wanna see if she can get me the skinny
on that building. Bye.

Bye.

-Watch the magic ball.
-I think I've seen this one.

Well, it's a lovely classic brownstone,

and it was sold twice
within the past few months.

So, somebody flipped it?

If they did, they weren't smart,
because they took a huge loss.

-Did either represent the buyer or seller?
-Mm-mm. Both transactions were private.

It was sold by some company
named Brokerage Investments,

and before that,
it was purchased by Arcmod Limited.

I wonder if Rita or Kirk have anything to do
with those companies.

Well, according to the chain of title,
they didn't, but, you know,

it's not really hard
to hide those kind of things.

Abracadabra.

There's an open house tomorrow.

Big property that Rita's listing.
I'm sure people from her work will be there.

I could go, ask questions,
see what they know.

-Let me guess. The ball's disappeared.
-Oh.

And now it's in your pocket.

That one's easy.

It still just doesn't explain
what Kirk was doing in that basement.

That building wasn't even for sale,
so, he wouldn't have had interest in it.

Hey, check this out.

-Cool.
-Bet you can't do this.

Abracadabra.

Do that again.

-Wow, he is good.
-Really good.

-How'd you do that?
-A magician never tells.

Remember?

Well, that's weird.

-Magic is weird.
-No, no, no. Not that.

My camera.
How did these photographs get here?

Because you just took them.

No. Sorry.
I just saw Rita kissing another guy.

Oh, a guy that wasn't Kirk?

Yeah.

Um... I guess there's more to the story
than the ghost is letting on.

I guess.

-Oh, yeah. You bet there is.
-Rita was cheating on you?

She was also plotting with that hottie
on how they can get their hands

on my $2 million life-insurance policy.

That's why she killed me.
You cannot let her get away with this.

♪ I wish I had me a telescope ♪

♪ To guide this ship tonight... ♪

Oh. Thank you. Mm.

Hey. Who was that guy in the photo?

The one's Kirk's wife's gonna be spending
all her insurance money on.

I have no idea.
The pictures that I saw vanished.

Otherwise Delia would have known.
They all know each other.

Maybe Mr. Hottie runs in that circle.

I'm sorry, uh, Mr. Hottie?

I only call him that
because he has a certain appeal.

Wow. That's how it goes, huh? All right.

I guess you couldn't ask his wife,
"Who's this guy you're making out with?"

-Uh, no, not this time.
-No.

Melinda, I don't think this is a woman
you're gonna wanna back into a corner.

-If she did it, which I don't know if she did.
-Really?

-Why?
-Well, Kirk isn't really sure how he died.

Anaphylactic shock's not specific enough?

-If that's what killed him.
-No, no, I checked my e-mail. It did.

I'm sure. They haven't found the allergen yet,
but they'll find out.

Okay, then what?

Police will check his medical history,
and then see if she knew about the allergy

and exposed him to the substance.

I have to admit it, maybe he didn't know
how she did it, but why is he so sure she did?

'Cause of the affair.

Which he didn't tell me about,
which is weird, because I think he knew.

Hmm. Wait.
Don't you get your visions through him?

Not necessarily. Sometimes I see things
that ghosts don't intend.

But he wasn't surprised by the photos.

He was just angry and smug,

like he was happy
that the details were coming out.

Yeah, the details that'll nail her, right?
Justice.

Yeah, or revenge.

Is this Aiden's?

Yeah, it is.
This is part of his magic kit.

This is his on-the-go
traveling bag of tricks.

He was doing a trick where he moved the ball
from one hand to the other.

You were helping him with that, right?
Did you teach him that?

No.

-Well, then, where did he learn it?
-Maybe his friends or TV or...

The book has illustrations.

-You think he got some ghostly help?
-It's possible.

Ah. Oh. Speaking of help, hold on.

No. It's fine. Relax.

♪ Bide my time ♪

♪ And I'll get to you ♪

Oh, my God.

-Honey, what is it?
-Oh, my God.

-What is it? What?
-Ew. There were these--

-I swear I...
-I know. I know.

Intestines?

-What the hell do those mean?
-That he hates her guts?

-Funny.
-But I don't understand.

I mean, usually when I get a vision,
it's something the ghost wants me to feel.

-Yeah, or torture you with.
-Well, there's always that.

But I have done everything
that this ghost asked me.

-I've even been helping with the police.
-How?

Through Jim. I don't think the coroner
would have thought to look for allergens

if Jim hadn't mentioned it.

Okay, about that, didn't you say
that Kirk died from some exposure to mold?

Yeah. He's allergic to a certain strain.

Okay, well, that's interesting
because this building had mold.

It's in the report.

You know the inspections that you get
every time you're gonna buy a house?

Mm-hm.

Well, nowadays almost everybody
has these inspections done,

since an entire industry kind of sprung up
convincing people that it could kill you.

In this case, it did.

Well, usually it's harmless but not something
that people wanna deal with.

Maybe that's why
the building flipped ownership so fast.

There's lots of different kinds
of molds.

-What are you looking for?
-Oh. Here it is.

Aflatoxin. Jim called earlier.
This killed Kirk. Who would have gotten this?

Um, the Realtors who handled the sale,
the owner, and the buyer.

-Would Rita have seen it?
-I mean, it's possible.

It's something the seller has to disclose
to the buyer, but she was neither.

So, she would have to know exactly
what he was allergic to

and then scour every listing
looking for a building with that kind of mold.

-Come on. That's a little nutty.
-Or genius.

It's the perfect crime.

-She led me into a trap.
-How did she do that?

-I was supposed to meet her there.
-Under the building?

-Well, maybe she, uh, moved my body.
-The police said your body was never moved.

Did you tell them everything you know?
Everything I told you?

More than I'm comfortable with.

Look, I know you're angry with her,
but this is your wife.

-Why would she do this to you?
-Why are you asking me these questions?

Probably because you never answer any.
And what was with the entrails?

What? What are you talking about?

-What-- How'd you find out about that?
-You didn't mean for me to see them?

I thought all you cared about
was bringing me peace.

-Rita Jansen was taken in by the police.
-Right. You see? She did it. I was right.

-Oh. Hey, Kirk.
-Was she placed under arrest?

No. She's a person of interest.
The cops are all over her.

They found incriminating photographs.

I was with Detective Blair. I saw them.
They were taken by a private investigator.

I knew she was lying about something.
When I saw those photos--

Establishes motive.
They just have to prove means.

Show them the mold report.
She had to know about that.

-She had to--
-You don't know that.

You know what I know?
I know that Rita's gonna hate jail.

For the first time since my trachea shut
and my tongue got as big as a shoe,

I'm feeling a little peace.

Police are questioning Rita now.
You can't barge in there.

I'm not. What's the name of the detective
who took those photos?

Nick Sexton. Delia's gonna call you
with the address. What's the rush?

I need to find out what was going on
in that marriage

before Rita says anything
to incriminate herself.

It's a little too late for that. Here.

This is what you saw, right?

-Yeah. That's it.
-Well, the cops saw it, too.

When they get that mold report,
it's not gonna look good for her.

Wait. What's this?
I didn't see this picture.

That's the brownstone where Kirk died.

The ghost said she lured him there.
Could this be what he meant?

Maybe the PI wasn't the only one
following Rita.

-Maybe Kirk was going to confront her.
-In a crawl space?

-You can't let go of that crawl space.
-It's the only thing he can't explain away.

What do you mean?

His story changes
every time we find something new.

-If she didn't do it, who did?
-Mold spores, as far as I know.

At first it was all,
"I'm sad and I can't believe she'd kill me,"

and then he was admitting
that she had cheated.

-It's all a part of his motive.
-Because he hated her.

-I'm just not sure how much.
-Maybe enough to frame her.

-How are you gonna undo that?
-I don't know.

I started doing magic when I was 9.
I thought that was young.

-How long have you been practicing?
-A few days.

You've already outgrown your magic kit?

His friends have seen all his tricks,

and he's just looking for new ones,
like these.

Wait. You've mastered every one
of those tricks?

-You wanna see a mind-reading trick?
-Okay, kid. Sure.

-Turn around and write down any word.
-All right.

All right. I'm ready.

Turtle.

-That's awesome.
-Wait a minute.

Buddy, how did you just do that?

Are there mirrors there? Wait.
Did you exchange a magicians' code word?

No. Really.

-Can I look at some more stuff?
-Yeah. Yeah. Go ahead.

That's incredible.

Yeah, it is incredible,
especially since he can't even read yet.

Yes, we have all the listings
you asked for.

Are you interested in any other ones?

-All right, bye.
-Rita.

Hello, Delia.

Uh, what are you doing here?

I hear you've been asking
about some of my listings.

-You did?
-Sidling up to every agent in my office?

The Faylans' open house?
Just so you know, I'm still in the game.

I haven't missed a showing
since the day Kirk died.

You think I'm poaching your listings?

I'm a highly functioning person.
I'm hardly undone by my husband's death.

Don't be going after his listings, either.
His clients know me and trust me.

Would you mind going
and finding the, uh, Parkside paperwork?

-Yeah, and just--
-Mm-hm.

Just take your time till you find it.

Rita, I swear to you I am not trying
to get your business or Kirk's.

I was...

I was asking about you
because I was concerned

and, okay, because I'm nosy.

Well, that, I buy.

Come and sit down.
You look like you've had a bad day.

You have no idea.

-They think I did it.
-Who? The police?

And it is so unfair.

I know, honey. It must be awful.

Because now I'm gonna have to wait so long
and act all broken up

before I get on with my life,

assuming I'm not serving a life sentence,
I mean.

I just don't want people
to think I'm cold.

I know. We seemed like the perfect couple.

We did, didn't we?

Yes. Of course. Perfect.

But we weren't.

-You're a widow, right?
-Um... yes.

Well, how long did you wait? I mean...

How long were you off the market
before you started dating again?

A long time.

Was it difficult finding someone
you clicked with who was your equal?

Yes.

I'm gonna give you some free advice.
Date anyone.

Just have fun.

Only don't get caught up in something
that could destroy you.

Passion, it's not all
it's cracked up to be.

I didn't work for Kirk for long,
just a couple of weeks,

usually as an independent contractor,
or a private investigator, as you say.

-Don't worry. No offense.
-What a relief.

Normally, I don't share the details
of my employment with anyone.

-Well, you talked to the police.
-Well, so, it's, uh, public record.

I guess.
You said you were a friend of Rita's?

I'm just trying to find out what went on
between her and her husband.

Well, maybe it's better you don't know.
It's not gonna help her case.

-Because she was seeing another man?
-No, because she hated her husband.

The other-man thing, those things happen.

Look, what I'm trying to say is,
it's one thing to have an affair.

It's another to throw it
in your husband's face.

If Kirk knew, why'd he hire you?

Well, he wasn't sure at first,
but she got onto me pretty quick.

Look. Let me show you.

Yeah.

Let me show you the whole picture.

-Is that Rita flipping you--
-And then some.

She knew I was working for Kirk,
but she kept seeing that guy.

-So, why didn't she leave him?
-Why didn't he leave her?

By the time I met him, he was sick of her.

But they had a business together,
reputations to keep.

Neither one wanted to be perceived
as the bad guy,

but really, nobody wanted to lose.

Lose what?

This weird game that they had started
of hurting each other.

It was like a competition.

The stuff that they came up with
was very inventive,

but sickening... disgusting.

Did any of their games involve intestines?

Oh, you heard about that?

Oh, that was vintage Kirk.

He put entrails into a refrigerator
at one of her open houses.

Yeah, I bet she didn't sell any condos
that day.

But I bet she didn't tell you
how it came on.

Her little stroke of genius,
the shrimp incident.

-The shrimp incident?
-Yeah.

Yeah, Kirk had this huge property, all right?
A total McMansion.

So, she sneaks in and sews raw shrimp
into the custom drapes.

Yeah. It took days to find the smell.

By then, the stench was so bad,
the owners just took it off the market.

Do you think
that she could have killed him?

To be honest,
he could have just as easily have killed her.

This wasn't gonna end
until they both woke up and realized

that they had married the perfect,
and I mean perfect, person for each other

or one of them ended up dead.

And maybe not even then.

Yeah, it was hell.
The police kept at me for hours.

My lawyer kept telling me to shut up.

No, I don't know
when I'll be back in the office,

but the party line is that I am on top
of all my listings, even if I'm in jail.

No, I'm not joking.
It's entirely possible.

Listen, I'm exhausted,
and I might get arrested tomorrow.

I've gotta go.

Oh, God--

-Hi, Rita.
-Melinda. So nice to meet you.

-Thanks for coming by.
-Well, anything for a friend of Delia's.

This is a lovely home.

Great curb appeal.
We're not gonna have any problem selling it.

Great. Come on in.

Thank you.

Um, I hope you don't mind me asking,
but are you okay?

Oh, for someone
who's been in a thousand homes,

you'd think I'd know my own well enough
not to trip over my bathroom scale.

Is that really all that happened?

Did I mention I fell into my mirror?

Look, I'm gonna be honest with you.
I'm not selling my house.

I wanted to talk to you
because I think you need my help.

With what?

Whatever hurt you last night
is the same thing

that got you in trouble with the police,
and I believe it's your husband, Kirk.

Kirk? I'm--
My lawyer doesn't want me discussing that.

Because he's trying to keep you out of jail,

but jail will be the least of your problems
if we don't fix things with your husband.

-Oh, my husband is dead.
-But he's not gone.

I beg your pardon?

I have a gift. I see spirits.

They have unfinished business.
And I've talked to your husband.

-Really?
-I know it's hard to believe, but trust me,

this is just the beginning,
because he thinks that you murdered him,

and he is gonna continue to punish you

until we can find a way to make peace
for the two of you.

Is he here right now?

No, but he's never very far,
so, we don't have a lot of time.

I should have known
the minute I saw those shrimp.

-If you could tell me what went wrong--
-Are you gonna see Kirk anytime soon?

Great, because I'd like you
to give him this message for me.

Please tell that fluffed-up money-pit hole
in the ground I hope he burns in hell.

Oh, that probably isn't the best idea.

Uh, Kirk, you wanna haunt me that bad,
bring it on.

Uh, also probably not the wisest choice.

You really wanna know
what went wrong with us?

Kirk cheated in his career
and in our marriage.

He had PIs following me around,
taking my picture all over town,

but he was the one
who was stepping out.

Bet he didn't tell you that, did he?

It's like I was a part of a reality show.

I mean, why else would anyone
talk about their husband that way? Ooh.

And her dead husband, no less.

I hate to say it, but they've picked up the fight
where they left off.

If that PI's telling the truth.

I think he was, at least, if you go
by what they're saying on the caravans

and at the open houses
and what Rita told me.

It turns out there was trouble
in Camelot long before Kirk died.

Did anything trigger the change?

-The Golden Key happened.
-What, that goofy sales award?

-Ah. I mean, that really cool sales award?
-No, he's right. It is goofy.

I mean, it's not even an award
for merit or skill or character.

Just the person
who has the highest sales, right?

Yeah. I don't even understand
why anybody cares about it.

You know, until I win one.

God, I really just wanna take
one of those babies home.

I guess Rita wanted to win one, too.

Yeah, and she probably deserved
to get one,

but he put his name
on enough of her listings,

and they say that he took credit
for a lot of her sales.

-Why would she let him do that?
-They were partners.

She had her name on some of his listings,
but after the Golden Key,

you just started seeing his name
on more and more of the deals without hers.

I assumed it was marketing,
that they both agreed to it.

She was jealous of his new high profile.
But that's not a reason to kill somebody.

Oh. She said he was cheating
in their marriage and in their business.

-Oh, well.
-Did Kirk mention anybody else?

No. He never stuck around long enough
to do anything but throw accusations.

You know what? I do have those photos
that the PI took, with the other man.

Eli e-mailed them to me.

Let me look.
Maybe it's somebody in the biz.

Do you mean Mr. Hottie?

Oh, my God.

Everybody knows this guy.
That's Javier Torres.

He's the mortgage officer
over at the Savings and Loan.

You can't do a deal without him.

And honestly, who would want to?

-Rumor is, he's quite a ladies' man.
-Hmm.

This is your monthly payment now,

and this is your estimated payment
with the new lower rate.

God, you make it sound so simple.
I am just hopeless with numbers.

-I don't believe that.
-It's lovely for you to say that.

Very lovely.

-What?
-Ah... Um...

Uh, I was just saying that I don't...

I don't know anything
about real estate except...

You know, I hate to gossip about the dead,

but you knew Kirk, right, and Rita?

Yeah, it was very sad.
And with the police involved now, too...

Mm. How well did you know them?

They brought business to
me, especially Rita.

Hmm.

It wasn't like that.
Rita and I only got to know each other well

when she came to me
to finance her own purchase.

-What was the purchase?
-She was buying a brownstone.

It was a stretch for her on her own,
so, I helped her out with the terms.

On her own? So, her husband
wasn't involved in the purchase?

-That would defeat the purpose.
-What was the purpose?

The building was supposed to be
a surprise for him.

See, they'd always talked
about starting a bakery together,

an escape from the real-estate rat race.

"Supposed to be a surprise."
So, did he know that? What happened?

I don't know.

I just know
that she suddenly changed her mind.

She came to me, and she begged me
to take the place off her hands.

I couldn't afford what she paid,
so, I made a low offer.

And she jumped.

Look, I felt bad,
but she said I saved her life.

-Why would she sell so fast?
-I don't know that, either.

But it turns out she didn't get a bad price
from me after all,

because right after I took possession,
they found toxic mold in the basement.

-So, she didn't know about the mold?
-If I thought she did, I would have sued her.

But the report wasn't released
till after the close.

If she didn't know about the mold,
she couldn't have killed him.

Excuse me?

What? My best clothes!

Unbelievable! God.

There's more where that came from.
Check every toilet in the house.

-Sorry. Some got stuck.
-So, that woman was right.

Mm-hm.

You're really here.

Well, I'm glad.

-There's something I'd like you to see.
-What?

If you're really here.

Ah.

This is the first house you sold.
The New Gates Community, remember?

Oh, but wait.

Wasn't I the one that found the buyer
over at Cliff Daly's open house,

and somehow you got all the credit?

I don't think this belongs
on the leaderboard, do you?

Oh, and the East River development.

The investor that tipped the scale,
making you the community leader.

Sorry. My doing. Not yours.

I will not watch you
wreck everything I built!

This is fun.

I'm warning you!

Oh, I'm sorry.

You don't like me smashing all
your undeserved, unearned smarmy awards?

Okay.

I'll just have to smash something else.

What-- Rita. Rita. Rita. No. Rita!

Rita, don't do it.

Rita, stop! Rita!

Stop it!

No, no. Calm down. Calm down.
Rita! Calm down.

Don't do it. Don't do it!

Oh, is that you, dumpling?

Oh, God.

You're not feeling very happy right now,
are you?

Why do I feel so good?

Rita! Rita!

All right,
say goodbye to everything you've loved!

Rita, don't, don't, don't!

Thanks for calling.

You said there's something
you need us to see?

Oh, my God. It's the Golden Key.

Can I hold it?

Ohh. Oh, look how it shimmers.
You just bask in its glow.

All right. Deep breath.
Your day will come.

-Why did you want us to see this?
-Read the inscription.

"Realtor of the year,
Kirk Jansen and Rita Jansen."

-Why is her name on it?
-Look closer at the engraving.

The "Rita Jansen" is new.

Do you think Kirk added her name?
Why would he do that?

-Yeah. What's it doing here?
-Workmen found it under the crawl space.

They dropped a drill bit through this hole,
and when they looked for it,

they saw this thing glittering
straight underneath us.

He must have followed her here.

And lost the award,

just like the workers lost the drill bit,
and then went down to get it.

That's when he got too close to the mold.

So, do you think that this award
was a peace offering from him to her?

Just like this building was supposed to be
from her to him.

So, they were actually trying
to make up with each other,

and neither of them knows it.

All right. I'll explain to Rita.

I tried calling her,
but she didn't answer.

-I think you should try and find her.
-Okay.

Let go.

Okay.

-No, I'm fine.
-Okay.

Rita?

Rita, what did you do?

A little overkill maybe,
but I made my point.

Is Kirk here?

I think he went looking for glue.

It didn't have to go this way.

-The destruction--
-Oh, yes, it did. He had it coming.

You didn't always feel that way.
I know about the brownstone you bought him.

Because I'm an idiot.
I thought he changed.

-What do you mean?
-Kirk's a good-looking guy.

He always got attention from women.

I mean, I got attention from men, too,
but we both knew we used it for business.

After the award, he gave me some speech
about leveraging all the attention

like it was just business,
but he loved the glory.

He started co-listing properties
with female agents, attractive ones,

so, I started pulling listings from him.

-And that's when the feud started.
-I canceled one of his open houses.

He canceled one of mine.

The next thing you knew,
I was sewing shrimp into the curtains.

I will never touch scampi again.

-But you knew it had to stop.
-Which is why I bought the brownstone.

It was a peace offering.

We'd met in a bakery,
and we always talked about having one.

And all I got for my efforts
was a fistful of entrails

and a PI who tracked my every move.

I think he was planning to divorce me.

I think you're wrong about that.

-He had it re-engraved...
-No.

...just a few days ago.
He was trying to give it to you.

No, no. It's a trick.
He was planning to pull the rug out. I'm sure.

The first thing I learned in this business
is if someone doesn't trust you,

you can't trust them.

Do you know how many hours he spent

in cars and houses
with beautiful, rich women?

He didn't want me to be with him.

And I did it all for you,
you lying, cheating--

Yeah, it takes one to know one,
you sad, pathetic, egomaniacal--

Wait-- Wait a minute. You're dead.

Funny you should notice,
considering you killed me.

Well, how can I see you?

I was trying to find a way to tell you.

You died.

You didn't have to.

The light table.

The metal golf club
must have touched a wire.

I electrocuted myself.

And you didn't realize
he was trying to make it up to you.

-You see? I'm a good guy.
-And you should have trusted your wife.

She didn't kill you.
She didn't know about the mold.

-What are you talking about?
-It was a gift.

The bakery that you both had dreamt of?

And then she found out
that you had somebody following her,

and so, she got rid of it, out of anger,

and that was before she knew
about the mold report.

-Is that true?
-You couldn't just trust me?

I always thought the bakery was a dream,
something that we made up.

It was.

But isn't everything
until you decide to make it real?

I feel terrible.

That means everything I made up,
all the mistrust, the--

The, uh...

-Suspicion.
-The suspicion. I...

I got us both killed. I--

I'm sorry, too.

But look on the bright side.

-It's not a teardown.
-Yeah.

We're both still here.

Yeah.

And you're partners, right?

Mm-hm.

Yeah.

Oh! Oh, sorry.

I still have a bit of a charge.
It'll pass.

No, not for me.

Do you smell that?

Fresh-baked bread.

There is no way he could have known
that the word was "turtle."

I mean, I didn't notice anything, but...
You don't seem very surprised.

Why would I be?
I did that stuff as a kid.

Wait. You conned your friends
with ghost magic?

Well, not that part,
but they did help me with test answers.

Oh, and they would always tell me

when a boyfriend was flirting
with another girl.

That is unfair. You did that?

Of course I did.
It was the only perk to being a freak.

Until my grandmother sat me down
and explained that it wasn't right.

Hmm.

Does that mean it's time for us
to sit Aiden down?

Yeah. Poor little guy.

Okay. Ready?

Now take over.

Gus is gonna love this.

Aiden?

-We need to talk.
-Am I in trouble?

A little.

-What'd I do?
-Here's the thing.

You have a mom who can do things
that other moms can't,

and you're a kid who can do things
that other kids can't.

But since those things are secret--

So, you think if I do tricks,
they'll find out our secret?

No.

No, I just... I don't think it's fair.

I don't understand.

Okay. Um...

Sometimes magic tricks can be like lies.

But it's okay for a magician
to fool people

because they know
that they're being fooled.

Mm-hm.

Okay, but if you get help,
like from a ghost or a Shiny...

Yeah, then people don't know
that stuff's real.

-So, it's like a lie.
-Yeah.

Aiden, who helped you?

-Was it a ghost or a Shiny?
-It was a ghost.

-Which one?
-Different ghosts.

There's a lot around.

Yeah.

I know.

Sorry, Mom.
I promise I'll never do it again.

Hey.

You're a good boy, Aiden,
and we trust you.

-You know that, right?
-Yeah.

All right. Let's get ready for bed.

Can I play some more?

All right. Five minutes,
and then you get ready for bed.

Love you, Mom.

Sleep tight, baby.

Night, Dad.

All right, five minutes.

I don't like lying.

I know, but it's important.

-No one can know I'm here.
-Why not?

'Cause... if they find out,
something bad will happen.

-What?
-Something really bad.