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♪ This is, this is no time to just play along ♪

♪ This is, this is one more for you... ♪

Commonly accepted methods
for communing with the dead.

As opposed to uncommonly accepted.

In my culture, communication with the dead
is taken very seriously.

Oh, now you respect it,
you politically correct trained weasels.

I expect the subject matter
to be taken very seriously.

Yes?

How come you never tell us
if you believe this stuff?

What does it matter?

We're studying trends, theories,
systems of beliefs that affect people.

Small subsets of people.

Like those who believe that the Earth is round.

But it is.

Oh. Been to outer space, have you?
Seen the Earth in all of its rounded glory?

I'm just saying.

As per usual,
some of you will find this all absurd

and have a good laugh at it
over your next game of beer pong.

Others of you, for whatever reason,
may find it a little too real.

I told you, I already have a TA.

He's an Econ major. You need someone
who's serious about the field.

Here.

Look at this, okay?

Oh, wow, nice spirit board.
Where'd you get it?

I scope garage sales
for a secondhand store I work at.

Yeah, it's rare.

I could have someone look at it
if you're trying to find a price.

It's a gift, for you.

It might be worth something.
Sell it at the store you work for.

I can't. The woman who owns it, well...

Let's just say she's not really a fan
of this kind of thing.

Oh, an occult prude?

Not exactly.

-But really, you should have it.
-Don't worry.

You're gonna ace this course,
so you don't have to suck up to me.

-That's not what I'm doing.
-Then what are you doing?

Is that a concert flyer?

Trey...

-Where did you get this?
-Get what?

This flyer. Who put it on my door?

Oh, sorry. I know you want messages
handed to you, but it's not my fault.

-I didn't see anyone put it there.
-Hm.

Did you just do that?

No.

Did someone tell you I like that band?

No. But who would know that?

Maybe the spirit board knows.

-For a clean-cut kid, you're a little odd.
-I know.

Come on in.

I've got it covered, Trey.

Go.

-Have you ever used one of these before?
-No. But you have, right?

I mean, in your course of study.

In eighth grade, at a slumber party,

Marie Antoinette told my friend Sintra
she liked her clothes.

Did I mention
Sintra was holding the planchette?

-Why don't we ask about the flyer?
-Hm.

Should Professor Avery
go to the concert tomorrow?

Whoa!

Did you do that?

-No.
-Come on!

Look. Somebody wants you
to go to that concert.

Somebody dead.

Office hours are over.

I'm sorry.

-I didn't--
-You can leave the board if you want to.

So, did you make any inroads?

I still don't know
why you want this TA job so bad.

I'd have access to the faculty libraries,
including the Copeland Wing.

The Drake collection was housed there.
I can't go in there.

You have to be with that department,
it's where we found the Book of Changes.

Who knows what else is in there?

So, you wanna find out more
about the shadows?

I've been researching for months
trying to find something,

anything, about whatever they are.

But I keep coming up dry.

The Copeland Wing--

Academics from everywhere
do their occult research there.

Weird looking guys, too.
Some with accents, funny hats.

I thought we were talking about a ghost.

Yes, and if I can help get it away
from Professor Grant.

That's if the ghost who flipped the spirit board
even knows her.

Look, this spirit could be anybody, okay?
That's the problem with those boards.

They upset ghosts
who are desperate to communicate,

gets them frustrated,
and then you end up with--

-Frustrated, upset ghosts.
-Exactly.

There's something about that concert.
Professor Grant knew it, too.

-She seemed kind of freaked out.
-She does have a dead ex-boyfriend.

Fiancé, technically. Car accident.

I thought you didn't know her,
that you guys ran in different circles.

Circles of guys she hooked up with,
briefly dates, and then dumps.

-I heard many sad stories.
-Fine. What do we know about her?

Well, I found a link to her webpage.

Wow.

Tribute much?

Not to be insensitive,
but this is a shrine to her ex-fiancé.

I mean, piece of cake.
He's gotta be our ghost.

-Am I right?
-I'll keep my eyes open.

-Thanks for lunch.
-Yeah, sure.

-Here you go. Yeah.
-Thanks.

I don't have any money.

Listen, this might be a little awkward,

but I think we have more in common
than you might think.

Ned, we need to have a talk about a thing
called "boundaries." Ever heard of them?

What?

-I did not put this on my date book.
-Do you see what's happening here?

No more office visits,
no more bringing me presents,

and no more trying to get me
to go to this concert with you.

With me? I think you have the wrong idea.

What are you even thinking?
With your spooky, invasive magic tricks.

They're not magic tricks.

The flying spirit board, the flowers you left me?

I didn't do any of that.

Then how did you find out
about my favorite band?

You're haunted.

-My friends don't think so, but--
-I'm haunted? What friends?

I think there's a spirit.
The board awakened it.

And I'm sorry for my role in that.

But it's not gonna stop pestering you
until you acknowledge it.

You're nuts, and you need
to transfer out of my class.

-But this is--
-I'm asking you to leave.

Can you see us?

"You're nuts." According to Ned,
those were her exact words.

So, she teaches the paranormal,
but she doesn't believe in it?

If I bought into
every psychology theory I teach,

I would have murdered my parents.

-Hey, how are they?
-Honestly? Thriving.

For a couple of dead people.

I think they're haunting my Aunt Shirley
in Boca.

That's not exactly romantic.
You can't dance to it.

Maybe it was something special she shared
with her fiancé, if he's the ghost.

The guy's sending her flowers from the grave,
setting up concert dates with her.

-Who else could it be?
-Anybody, thanks to the spirit board.

Okay, I get it, you hate them.

They're like writing your number
on the bathroom wall for the dead.

And maybe Ned told Avery
about the ghost too soon.

But he was doing it trying to help us
get into the Copeland Wing.

So, we gotta help him.
That's her, with the chair.

That's just academics.

-Hey, I resemble that remark.
-No, I mean, in this area.

Whether they believe it or not,
they think they're experts.

Not only do I have to convince them
that I see ghosts,

but then they have to unlearn
everything they think they know.

Hello?

I told you, I was going to a concert.

Poor thing. Whatever she said to Ned,
she still came, to meet her dead fiancé.

What faculty meeting?

With President Bedford?
Why wasn't it on my calendar?

No, it wasn't.
All right, I'm ten minutes away. Oh!

Uh...

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I used to have one of these.
I hated mine, too, so...

There. You okay?

-Better than my phone.
-Yeah.

-Sorry.
-I just-- Please. It's fine.

Fine. Set it up.

So, you see ghosts, and you talk to them.

You're one of the friends
Ned was talking about.

I know it's a lot to process.

And you think that's why
my cell phone decided to take flight.

At the exact moment you were thinking
about leaving the concert,

which a ghost went to a lot of trouble
to get you to.

-What do you think happened?
-I tripped, and it flew out of my hand.

-Law of physics.
-You don't teach physics.

Just because I teach anthro of the occult

does not mean I should buy
whatever you're selling.

I'm not selling anything,

especially to somebody
who doesn't want my help.

But feel free to call me
when your ghost comes back.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm listening. Please, tell me how this works.

First, we have to figure out who the ghost is.

Logical place to start, based on the behavior,

someone who has romantic feelings for you.

All the good ones are married,
gay or dead, right?

I should have said "had."

Eli told me about Curtis, your fiancé.

Oh.

Well, if you're just taking shots in the dark,

you should be a little more careful
about throwing out names of loved ones.

-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--
-Nobody means to.

They just want me to move on.

Register at some dating site
and find another soul mate.

Well, I'm old-fashioned.

I think you get one.

I don't expect you to understand.

I understand better than you think.

Believe it or not,
I think this ghost is staying here

because he thinks you need him.

You have to let him go.

But if Curtis is here, why would I let him go?

Because spirits don't belong here.

-They belong in the light.
-Who died and made you the expert?

I know a few things about ghosts myself,
or did you forget that?

No. No, I didn't.

Did I order this?

"The Big Lebowski."

At least someone screwed up with taste.

♪ Soon ♪

Curtis?

♪ Soon the tide will change
And all our thoughts with it... ♪

What are you doing?

♪ Time will do its best... ♪

Popcorn?

♪ Too soon... ♪

Extra butter?

Curtis, if this is you,
you know I like my popcorn plain.

♪ Good beliefs ♪

♪ And all our dreams ♪

♪ Only now... ♪

I can't tell if this is a seduction or a séance.

Okay.

Well, what's that about?
You don't wanna watch the movie?

So, what do you wanna do?

Talk?

You know how much I hate texting,
but I'm game.

Curtis, I...

I've been talking to you out loud
for the past three years.

And now, I'm about five cats away from crazy.

So, if you can talk to me, I mean,
really talk back to me,

now would be such a good time.

Maybe that woman's right.

Maybe you do belong in the light.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

I miss you so much.

Don't touch it. I got it covered.

I'm just trying to help. Let me help. No? Okay.

I'm gonna go. I'll clear Aiden's stuff.

No, he's in the middle of a masterpiece.

Look, I already set the dining room table.

Why don't you and Aiden go outside
and play ball?

-Right.
-Okay.

-Turkey chili, 20 minutes.
-We'll be there.

Hey! You know what, if you wanna talk to me,
just talk, okay? No games.

Hey! Oh! You know what?

That is just childish!

No, no! Not my son's art project!

Will you please stop?

I just wanna have a quiet evening
with my family!

You are ruining everything!

Look, how can you ruin everything
if you haven't done anything yet?

I told Dr. Grant and Curtis
that they should move on.

And, uh, you think he has other plans?

Well, luring her to the square
for a romantic concert

and sending her flowers.

It's like he doesn't wanna let go.
And who am I to say he should?

You know, they're soul mates.

Like us.

Oh.

Hospital. Duty calls.

For both of us.

See you.

-Bye.
-Avery, hi. Is everything okay?

I think I owe you another apology.
Something strange happened last night.

I know I should be happy
instead of feeling whatever it is I'm feeling,

but something about the whole
date night was just... off.

And what was it?

I could really feel him there,
and that was so amazing.

-But--
-He wasn't really there.

Having him so close
but not being able to really be with him...

I know it sounds ungrateful,
but... it's just not enough.

It's torture.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe the only way for both of us to heal
is for Curtis to go into the light.

-I can't believe I'm saying that.
-Hey.

-It doesn't mean that you love him any less.
-I know.

It's just that I have a problem
with the whole afterlife thing.

I mean, before the accident,
I was kind of a closet believer.

I always maintained a very healthy,
scientific skepticism in public,

but I would go in the Copeland Wing,
and I would read those books...

and they rang so true.

After Curtis died, I waited and waited
for him to come back to me,

and he never did.

So, you're saying that the hauntings
and feeling his presence,

that just started recently?

-Maybe I shouldn't question it.
-Why would it start now?

What's different? Are things worse for you?

Ever since you told me
that Curtis was haunting me.

Before that, I could go the whole day
or two without thinking about him,

but now, I'm more obsessed
with him than ever.

Curtis?

Curtis, if that's you,
you don't really have to use the board.

I can see you and hear you,
so you could just talk--

Or we can do it your way.

"Curtis is..."

"Gone."

That's the message the ghost
spelled out on the spirit board.

-If Curtis is gone, who's controlling the board?
-Maybe we have the wrong ghost.

Wouldn't be the first time.

That would explain the message
I got on my new board last night.

You got a new board?

It said, "I'm not Curtis,"
which would make sense if--

-You got yourself another board?
-Look.

I know how you guys feel about them,
but you don't know what it's like for me.

I'm not a sensitive,
and I just thought if I could...

I don't know what I was thinking.

You really don't,
if you wish you could hear what I hear.

But I guess it proves the ghost
was attached to Grant and not the board.

Right.

Do you know anyone else
in her life who died recently?

Professor Nettinger was her mentor
in the Anthro Department.

He died a few months ago,
but the guy was 104.

So, I'm guessing
he wasn't making with the romance.

-Wait, her grandmother.
-How do you know that?

They were close. And she died last spring.

And according to my friend,
grandma was always pushing Avery

to get on with her life and date guys
she'd only kick to the curb.

Fits the profile of the ghost.
I was thinking the ghost couldn't be a guy.

-How come?
-Dude, the ghost left a glitter note.

Okay.

My ghost consultants now tell me that
I may be communicating with you, Nana.

Is that true?

Nana, you don't have to use the board.

There's a lady in town who talks to ghosts,

and she might be my new best friend.

Or a complete wack job. Possibly both.

I know you want me to go out there
and meet new guys. How about this?

I promise to start shaving my legs

and putting on lipstick
before I go to the market

if you promise to go into the light.

But I can't promise
that I'll ever feel what I felt for Curtis.

Is this supposed to be the silent treatment?

Why isn't there a star 69 on this thing?

Oh! Okay, fine!

How did this get back in the machine?

Clavus ferreus, malleus ferreus,

ferrum refilium, ferrum nobilis.

My parents thought
my degree would be useless.

Not so useless now, huh, Mom?

Actually, I don't...

Get this Chucky doll out of my life.

Professor Grant, the quince seed, sage,
spirit circles, this stuff is not gonna help.

Well, your friend then.

Tell her, whatever potions she has,
just to bring them on.

That's not how it works.
This ghost wants to reach you somehow.

Well, whoever's calling me,

my phone is off the hook,
and I am not answering!

Hello?

I was being metaphorical!

What do you want from me?

-It's the scratched disk. I never returned it.
-Maybe that's what it wants you to do.

The ghost is trying to get me
to return an overdue DVD?

-That makes no sense.
-Not yet.

Not until we go to the store
and find out what else it wants.

I'm on my way to the square right now.

Let me give you a lift,
and maybe we can put an end to this thing.

There really should be some express line
for people with haunted disks.

Got that right.

What does the ghost expect me to find in here?

I already rented every good movie,
which is not a lot.

Whoa!

Look out!

-Whoa. Are you okay?
-Uh-huh.

Wait.

Wow.

-Now, don't I know you?
-I think so.

The concert in the square.
You threw your phone at me.

I didn't throw it at you. It just kind of
fell out of my hands. I can't explain it.

Well, I can explain it but, um, never mind.

You're kidding. You're the one who's late
with this? I've been waiting for this.

You're here to rent The Big Lebowski?

It's the best Coen Brothers movie ever.

Best Coen Brothers comedy.

Aren't they all?

You may have a point.

Wow, what are the odds, huh?

Maybe not so bad.

No, not bad at all.

Excuse me.

All right.

-Surprise.
-Hey, I was hoping you guys would come by.

Oh, Aiden twisted my arm.

I made this for you at school.
It was really, really hard.

Oh, it's really beautiful.

I better put this away
because somebody's gonna wanna buy it.

What's that doing here?

It's another one of Ned's.
I made him leave it.

I thought those were only for teenage girls
to scare themselves with at slumber parties.

That, too, but there's more than one thing
that can make the pointer move.

Oh, really?
Other than the ideomotor response?

You believe whatever you want there,
doctor man.

I used to, but then I met this girl...

Mom?

-This board...
-You know what, baby, that's Mommy's.

We're just gonna put that away, okay?

It talks.

It talks?

What does it say?

It says, "It still won't give her peace"?

Give who peace?

Her.

-All right, there you go.
-Okay.

-A girl with a bloody head? How bloody?
-She's a ghost.

But what does this have to do
with Professor Grant?

You know what, Ned's out there,
so let me see if he knows something.

Right.

Oh, that's beautiful. That's funny.

-This your doing?
-No.

It's the ghost, whoever he is.

Oh, we got a problem.

You said you didn't really get a chance
to see it, and I got...

You mean she.

Professor Grant's grandmother? She's here?

Not unless she had kids at a very young age.

I don't know if you're gonna be able
to watch it either, because it's scratched.

Oh, yeah?

Maybe I could come over and watch it, but...

That sounded so smarmy.
There's something wrong with my DVD player.

-I was not inviting myself.
-Stop it, that was me.

I was angling inviting you
in my most smarmalicious kind of way.

Really? Because it was really awkward.
Why are you smiling about it?

Because I think you're
just as bad at this as I am.

-Yeah. I need to get out of the house more.
-Mm-hm.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Okay, why do I keep feeling
like I've seen you before?

-More than the concert or the video store?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, I know what it is.

The Taj Mahal.

-Not the one in India.
-Mini putt!

Mm-hm.

-I love that place.
-The best mini golf in the tristate area.

Oh, the world!

You know, I know people go there
ironically and stuff,

but it's beautiful there at night.

It's like this tiny, perfect world
where nothing bad can ever happen.

Yeah.

It's not like here, huh?

No.

You wanna go get a coffee or something?

♪ Who won't have a problem ♪

♪ To take all your things... ♪

Why is there a tweenager haunting Avery?

And why'd she work so hard
to get those two together?

Nothing, nothing was right at all.

And, you know, we parted ways.

That's all. But we still talk, sometimes.
Not so much.

Oh, God, how many rules does that break,
talking about my divorce on the first date?

If that's even what this is.

It is for me if it is for you.

Good.

Tell me a little bit about you because, honestly,
I can't believe you're single.

Well...

The truth is,
I don't really consider myself single.

-Why?
-My fiancé died in a car accident.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

A car accident?

Yeah, if it had been a couple of weeks later,

we would have been married,
and I would officially be a widow,

which maybe people would understand better.

Uh-uh. No, no, they'd never understand.

Avery, the only people that understand
are people that lived through it.

-Did you?
-My daughter.

Also car accident, three years ago.

-I was driving.
-I'm so sorry.

You never get over something like that, never.

Uh, the other guy was wrong side of the road.

And this was three years ago?

And what road was this?

Covington Ridge.

Covington Ridge Road?

That's the road Curtis was killed on.

It's those blind curves.

I mean, the other guy,
he was just killed instantly.

And, uh, what was his name? Um...

Henry C. Flood. You said your fiancé's name...

His middle name was Curtis.

Oh, God.

-And you said...
-January 12th, 8:20.

You were driving the car that killed Curtis.

And Madison.

Who is doing this?

-What do you mean?
-Who wants me to feel this pain?

What do you mean? Avery?

-Do you think this is a coincidence?
-I don't know.

-I-- Avery.
-I'm sorry, I can't.

Avery, wait!

Pizza's here.

-What do you want to drink?
-Anything. I found it.

Thank God. I thought I was really gonna
have to help you inventory.

Check it out, I've ID'd our ghost.

Brian and his daughter Madison.
But it says they had minor injuries.

That's what they thought at first.
Look at this piece from two weeks later.

Two weeks after the accident,
she got a headache during a volleyball game.

By that night, she was in a coma.
She died of an epidural hematoma.

This is why we didn't come up
with her name before.

It's possible not even Avery knew.

Why would Madison haunt Dr. Grant?
She wasn't driving the car that killed her.

First article, officials blame
texting and driving for the accident.

Curtis was answering a text
at the time of the crash.

-A text from Dr. Grant?
-Explains why the ghost blames Avery,

but not why the hauntings
just started recently.

Why goodbye? Is somebody leaving?

Leaving how?

What does that mean? Someone's gonna die?

When? Somebody's gonna die soon?

-Hello?
-It's Melinda. Where are you?

I'm driving. What is it?

-Where are you going?
-I need to talk to Curtis.

-Avery, please listen to me.
-Please just leave me alone.

Where's my purse, and my keys?

We don't know if the spirit board
meant Dr. Grant was gonna die,

or if the ghost was threatening her.

-Wanna take that chance?
-Of course not, but how do we find her?

I don't know.

She said she was in her car,
she needed to talk to Curtis.

-So, where would she go to talk to him?
-Uh, wait a minute.

His obit said he was cremated.
No service to bury his ashes or anything.

What else would be
a meaningful place for them?

I don't know, her website listed dozens
of places they liked to go together.

Maybe she went to the crash site
at Covington Ridge Road.

I called 911! Help is on the way!

Okay.

Avery...

It's you.

-What are you doing here?
-Oh, God. I was driving.

I saw dust and smoke.
Are you all right? Are you hurt?

-No, I don't think so.
-You sure?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

Okay.

-Okay. You sure nothing hurts?
-No.

I think I'm more rattled than anything else.

-Okay.
-Okay.

Come on. Okay.

Okay.

All right, now, I want you to move everything
to see if anything's broken.

I'm fine. Thank you.

You're all right.

-It's okay.
-Why were you driving on that road?

What do you mean?

-Were you--?
-Following you? No, Avery.

-This can't be another coincidence.
-It's not.

It's where the accident happened.

I come here all the time.

-Why?
-Avery!

-Brian, is everything okay?
-Yes.

I think so.

Where did you get that?

From your shrine for Curtis up the road.

Why did you do this?

I didn't mean for her to get hurt.

-I believe you.
-What?

Is Madison here?

-It's gonna be all right.
-Okay.

Madison?

Nobody is mad at you. You don't have to hide.

Sweetheart? It's Daddy.

We just wanna talk with you.

She's here.

You did this to bring them together,
didn't you?

I didn't. Fate did.

Fate? You mean your accident?

No, I mean, like, practically every day since.

I don't understand.

Ever since he started coming
to talk to me on that road,

I noticed she'd go there, too.

She'd come the anniversary of the crash,

and he'd come the anniversary of when I died.

So, they missed each other.

But I followed her,

and I started noticing that she likes
all the same stuff you like, Daddy.

Not just weird groups and mini golf,

but you both hate snow skiing
and people who take up two parking spaces,

and people who say "supposebly."

She followed you.

You both have a lot in common,
and not just music and movies and mini golf.

But you both don't like snow skiing

and people who take up two parking spaces
and people who use the word "supposebly."

-Supposebly is not a word.
-No.

-People who take two parking spaces--
-Should be beaten.

Plus, even the accident,

it only happened because Dad and her
fiancé happened to be buying tickets

to the same bizarre concert.

The accident was just a part of it.

You and Curtis, you were headed
to buy tickets for the same concert.

Broken Social Scene.

It's my second favorite group.

Uh...

Honey, um, having a few things
in common with someone

doesn't necessarily mean
the two of them should end up together.

I never said you should end up together.

Just talk.

She just wants you to talk.

You don't think I talk?

Till today, not hardly.

Not really, until today.

Because Avery, she understands.

That's the real thing you have in common.

Me, her fiancé, the wreck, and how that feels.

Is that why you started haunting Avery?

Because something reminded you
of the accident?

No. Daddy was feeling so sad,
like a new place would help.

He was going to move.

-You were thinking about moving?
-Yeah.

Yeah, she's right. I mean, I was looking.

-You were?
-Yeah.

Then, they'd lose their chance.

I couldn't say goodbye
till I made it mean something.

What mean something?

Me being gone.

What? What?

She wanted her death to mean something.

That's what all this is for.

Sweetheart?

Oh, God, Madison.

No.

Your life meant so much to me.

It would mean even more if you try.

Promise, Daddy. Just try.

She needs you to promise
that you're gonna try.

-Uh, I-- Honey, I don't know.
-I can.

-I can try.
-Really?

-I mean, you sure?
-Mm-hm.

Okay. I'll try.

Tell him never to wear
the cologne Mom gave him?

He thinks it makes him irresistible. It doesn't.

-Yeah, I'll tell him that.
-Sweetheart?

I'm gonna miss you...

every single day of my life.

And I love you so much.

I love you, too.

She's gone.

I mean, does our son just imagine
that little elves come out at night

and clean up his toys for him?

I don't-- No.

He probably imagines
that we come out and do it.

I really wish
someone would clean up my toys.

Sorry. I keep taking these from Ned.

What's wrong?

Nobody died.

That's a bad thing?

Well, no, it's just that the board said
that somebody was gonna die, and they didn't.

Good. The board was wrong.

You're right. The board was wrong.

No.

Does that mean that somebody is gonna die?

Is it someone we know?