All language subtitles for 18. Haunted By Murder 2022

I could be safe and
warm at home tonight,

but instead, I'm
out here with you.

That's what makes you
such a good friend.

No, that's what makes
me a nervous wreck.

If I faint tonight, I'm
totally blaming you, Roe.

You're not gonna faint, Sally.

I'm dizzy already.

I won't make it 15
minutes in that house.

Why did you have to
make that bet with Jack?

I was trying to show Arthur

I had confidence he
could make that kick.

I'm class president.

It's my job to be a booster
for the football team.

It wasn't your job to get
me roped into a bad bet.

What's so bad about
going in there

and being bored for 15 minutes?

Because we're not
going to be bored!

This is Enshaw House.
It's totally haunted!

It's not haunted.

There's no such thing as...

A ghost!

It's just fog.

Then why are you following it?

Did you see that?

That light?

Roe, don't you
dare go down there.

Boo!

Feeling a little jumpy, Sally?

Why are you so mean, Jack?

I'm just making sure

you two aren't gonna
squirm out of this bet.

We're not.

We're ready to go in the house.

I think Arthur should
have to go in with us.

He missed that kick
and cost us the game.

That's right, buddy. You
did cost us our game.

I'll go in.

I've got no problem with
the ghost of Old Man Enshaw.

Then let's get this over with.

I better not see you come
out before 15 minutes is up.

So, Ezra Enshaw
was a lumber baron,

and he built this
house for his new wife,

but less than a year
after they got married,

she died... of something.

Scarlet fever.

Whatever.

So she was dead, and old
Ezra was never the same.

Locked himself in here
till he died, too.

Poor Ezra.

Now he's a ghost,
wandering this house...

looking for his bride!

Ignore him.

He's just trying to scare us.

- What was that?
- Ezra's ghost!

That was Jack.

I know his voice.

"Get out"?

Roe, the ghost
doesn't want us here.

We have to go.

That's from the
Amityville Horror movie.

Not very original.

Who came up with that,
Arthur, you or Jack?

You think we put that there?

I can smell the fresh
paint. I'll show you, Sally.

I must have tripped something.

Looks like some
secret passageway.

Whoa.

Like in the movies.

Shut it, Roe!

You don't know what
could be back there.

It's stairs leading down.

Down to where?

I don't know.

But I'm gonna find out.

Roe, wait.

Okay, we've seen it.

Let's go.

Roe.

Dead body!

Sally. Don't be such a...

That wasn't me! That was...

It was Arthur.

So, the guy who'd eventually
become a homicide detective

screamed and ran away
when he saw a dead body?

I'd never seen a body before.

It was pretty scary.

It was terrifying.

I know you've told
me that story before,

about finding a body,

but I don't think you
told me who it was.

His name was Frank Brunelli.
He was a local ghost hunter.

A "ghost hunter"? Like on TV?

- Yep.
- So, who killed him?

Oh, no. He wasn't murdered.

He took a fall down the stairs
that led to the secret room,

hit his head hard.

Killed him instantly.

I think the ghost of Ezra
Enshaw scared him so bad,

he fell.

I always wondered if it
was truly an accident.

I remember there
wasn't a lot of blood.

Could've been
blunt-force trauma...

More internal bleeding.

True.

And there was something about

the way his body
was lying there...

Lizzy! Your talk
was great tonight.

Hearing about the
Amityville murders,

it always reminds
me of that night.

I thought you brought it up

because Aunt Aida
just bought the house.

What?

My mother bought Enshaw House?
Did... Did you know this?

It's the first
I'm hearing of it.

Well, you were on
your honeymoon.

She plans on finishing

the renovations the
previous owner started,

and resell it.

I went with her to
meet the inspector guy

before the sale closed,
and I gotta say,

there's definitely something
weird about that house.

So, Arthur, I'm
guessing Halloween

isn't your favorite holiday?

It's probably a little
too scary for ya.

Okay, go ahead and laugh.

I was a pretty gullible kid.

I probably did believe
in ghosts back then.

Why does believing in
ghosts mean you're gullible?

Sally, you know I adore you,

but "gullible" is
your middle name.

I can see your wheels turning.

Frank Brunelli was the
first mysterious death

I ever came across.

Well, if it was an accident,
it's not really a mystery.

Well, it is to me...

A mystery I never solved.

Not a mystery...

An accident.

How can you be sure,

if you were just a kid yourself?

Does Lawrenceton PD still
have files on a case that old?

Oh, there'd be no files

if there was no
murder investigation,

which there wasn't...
That's why I can be so sure.

You're just gonna have
to let this one go, Roe.

There's no way she's
gonna let this go.

Oh!

My mother's gonna be at
Enshaw House tomorrow.

I can look around.

You want to go back there?

There's no way I'd ever
go in that house again.

Oh, that's too bad.

You know, I was thinking,

with my mother refurbishing
such a historic house,

it would make a great
story for the paper.

It's cute, isn't it,

the way she's trying to trick
me into going back there?

Bet Roe has her in that
house in the next 24 hours.

No, I say 12.

I heard that! And believe me,

not even Aurora
Teagarden can convince me

to go into that
haunted house again.

Sally, it's broad daylight!

I don't care.

Look, I agreed to write a story.

I didn't agree to
go inside the house.

What are you gonna do,

interview her right
here in the driveway?

Yes! I would
appreciate it very much

if you could go inside,
ask her to come out...

You know what's gonna
happen now, Aida?

I'm gonna file a
complaint against you

with the Real Estate Association

for ethics violations!

Please do, Tom.

I'm sure they will
agree that my ethics

are unimpeachable.

Yeah, we'll see about that!

I guess he doesn't know
you're on the board

of the Real Estate Association.

Now do you see why I had to
buy this house so quickly?

And I'm glad you're doing a
story on the house, Sally.

We have to protect Lawrenceton's
historical treasures

from developers like Tom Wilkie.

Oh, yes! Speaking of which,

I would love to hear
more about that.

Well, good, come
on in the house.

I'll tell you everything.

Um, Mother,

Sally's afraid she
might see a ghost

if she goes inside.

That's ridiculous. Sally
is a seasoned reporter.

She's not gonna be
swayed from doing her job

by some silly superstition.

The last owner was a corporation

that meant to turn this place
into a bed-and-breakfast,

but then they went bankrupt

before they could
finish the renovations,

so, of course,
they couldn't sell.

Maybe it didn't sell

because it has a reputation
for being a place

where ghosts roam and
dead bodies are found?

Well, that didn't help.

But it didn't stop Tom
Wilkie from wanting it.

I mean, once he realized that
there was a deal to be had,

I mean, he was going
to tear down this house

and build one of those
dreadful cookie-cutter mansions

that he's so famous for.

Uh, excuse me. Ms. Teagarden?

Would you like me
to give you a quote

for the island lighting
and the cabinet repair?

Oh, yeah, that would
be wonderful, Reggie.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Oh, Tom Wilkie was furious

that I bought the house
out from under him.

He's actually trying

to strong-arm me into
selling it to him.

Well, you're the last person

who would give in to
strong-arm tactics.

Exactly, but...

tch, there's a lot to be done
to turn this place around.

The first thing
is an estate sale.

There are a lot of
valuable antiques here

that could help finance

the renovations that
need to be done.

That's a fair bit of work.

Oh, well, Phillip said
that he would help me

and catalogue everything.

We're gonna spend a
couple of nights here

just to make sure that
it's accomplished.

Wait. You're gonna sleep here?

Well, I have to get
familiar with the place.

Plus...

it will help potential
buyers realize

that the stories about
this place are just that...

Silly stories.

The secret door still works.

I'm going in.

I don't think you
should do that.

Oh...

Oh, this is spooky.

Well...

maybe it can be a wine cellar.

Oh, that's a terrible idea.

No, these closed-off
rooms in these old houses,

they're not built to any
kind of safety standards.

They're death traps.

I mean, what you
really should do

with a room like this

is just wall it in.

Maybe, but it might
increase the value.

Well, I didn't mean to overstep.

Uh, I have a couple
of questions for you

before I write up my quote.

Okay.

- Just be careful.
- Mm-hmm.

Jack and Arthur ran next
door to call the police.

Now will you please
get out of here, Roe?

Thank you for coming out and
please don't do that again.

One person dying in there is
enough, thank you very much.

I have to say, after
what Reggie said,

I'm thinking I should probably
wall up that room after all.

Oh, well, before you do that,

would you mind if Nick and I
stayed here with you tonight,

just so we can poke around?

Of course! No, I'd
love the company.

No!

No, I am not sleeping here. No!

If... Okay. I'm leaving.

Aida, I will call you to
schedule an interview.

Goodbye!

The story on Frank
Brunelli's death?

I knew you'd be too
curious to leave it alone.

And I knew my husband
would be exactly on time

to take me to lunch.

I want to check
something before we go.

Well, of course, you do.

This story says Brunelli
was the president

of something called

the "Paranormal
Research Society,"

which is probably long defunct.

Or not. It looks like
they still have a website,

and it looks like
they still meet.

Oh. Here's a list of
the board of directors.

The secretary is...

Lillian Tibbett?

Lillian. We just saw
you're a board member

of the Paranormal
Research Society.

Yes, I've served on the
board for eight years now.

I've never made a secret of it.

W-We're just surprised
that you would be

a part of anything so "woo-woo".

Paranormal research is
anything but "woo-woo".

My grandmother started

the Lawrenceton
chapter of the Society.

We follow very strict
scientific standards.

Sorry.

But I don't think
there's a lot of science

in indulging in
paranormal fantasies.

Oh. I'm surprised at you, Nick.

As a professor of psychology,

you must be familiar with
the work of William James.

I am. Yeah, he's known as
the father of psychology.

Oh. He's also the
founder of the Society.

Here.

"Ghost Hunters: William James

and the Search for Scientific
Proof of Life After Death."

What do you know?

Lillian, have you
heard of a ghost hunter

named Frank Brunelli?

Oh, he was an illustrious
member of our society.

His death was a shame.

I worked with his
brother, Anthony,

to procure Frank's papers

and preserve them
for the Society.

His papers?

- Mm.
- I'd love to see them.

And I'd love to talk to Anthony.

What on Earth for?

You know I found
Frank Brunelli's body

when I was in high school.

Oh, what body don't you find?

That still doesn't
explain why...

Roe's mother just bought
the house Brunelli died in.

Enshaw House.

Did she indeed?

For some time,

Anthony had enlisted
the Society's help

in trying to go
inside Enshaw House,

but we were continually
rebuffed by the owners.

Oh, well, if you want to
meet us at the house tonight,

I'm sure my mother would be
happy to have you bring him in.

Oh, that would be agreeable.

I'm curious about
the house myself!

I'm going to call
Anthony right now.

Hmm.

Lillian as a
paranormal researcher.

Who would've thunk?

Well, you librarians are
intriguingly complex.

Let's get some
fresh air in here.

Oh.

There is a treasure trove of
antiques in this room alone.

So, let's mark the lamps
for the estate sale,

and the bed, of course,

and, well, this...
This is a gold mine.

But, oh, what a
forbidding portrait.

Is that Ezra Enshaw?

The ghost who supposedly
haunts this place?

Mm, that's Ezra.

But Phillip, please,

tell me you're not believing
in all of this ghost nonsense.

No.

You have to admit, though, he
does look kind of sinister.

The window just slammed shut.

It's just the wind.

If you say so.

I know you and Roe found
Frank Brunelli's body,

but that was,
what, 22 years ago?

Why are you asking about it now?

Well, it came up at
Real Murders last night,

and it made me curious.

Oh, it made you
curious? Or Roe?

Anyway, I went through
the files we have

for the week of Frank
Brunelli's death.

We have a record of a
call by a Mona Dilger

reporting the
discovery of the body.

Who's Mona Dilger?

The lady next door
who answered our knock

after we stumbled on the body.

And, I was right...

There was no investigation
into the death.

Medical Examiner ruled it an
accident the next morning.

So, no case file,

as would be expected
for an accident.

The only other things
on record for that week

were a few vandalism calls,

a drunk-and-disorderly, and
a missing-persons report.

So in other words,
a waste of time.

Okay, your bum knee
is making you ornery.

Me? Ornery?

Little bit.

Hello, Lillian.

You must be Anthony Brunelli.

Anthony, this is

Aurora Teagarden
Miller, my co-worker,

and her husband,
Professor Nick Miller.

Glad to meet you.

Yeah, we wish it was
for a happier reason.

Well, I appreciate you
arranging this visit for me.

I've always wanted to see where
my brother breathed his last.

I don't know why, exactly.

A lot of people are
drawn to do that

when a loved one
dies unexpectedly.

It helps bring a
sense of closure.

Well, my closure's been
a long time coming.

Shall we go?

I assume Aida is
expecting us, Aurora?

She is. Yeah.

Oh.

That's Sally.

Did you know she
was coming back?

No. You said this was the
first time you couldn't

talk her into doing something
she didn't want to do.

Sally? Is everything okay?

Not really.

Oh, thank you, Nick.

So...

I made the mistake
of telling my editor

that my friends were sleeping
over at Enshaw House,

and he decided to assign
me a story to write...

"my night in Lawrenceton's
infamous haunted house."

Hey, guys. Need help
carrying anything...

That's my mother!

Oh, my gosh!

What happened?

Are you okay?

I'm absolutely not okay. Look.

Not again.

This was not here the last
time I was in this room...

An hour ago.

A-And Phillip and I have been
in the house this entire time.

- And you didn't hear anything?
- Not a sound!

So, someone broke in and
did this kind of vandalism

while you were in the house?

- Yeah.
- Pretty brazen.

A brazen ghost.

It could be a
supernatural phenomenon.

I'd like to take a
sample of the substance.

Perhaps it's some
kind of ectoplasm.

It's blood. I-I know it.

I'm guessing corn syrup.

Yeah. And food coloring.

That's what it
always is... Tricks.

Arthur says he and Lynn'll

stop by on their way
home from the station.

Okay.

It's just the front door, Sally.

I heard a scream. Is
everything all right?

Oh, yes. Everything's fine.
My mother just had a scare.

Did she see him?

See who?

Oh. Hello. I'm Aida Teagarden.

I'm so sorry if I disturbed you.

This is my daughter, Aurora. Hi.

And-and you are...?

Oh, I'm Mona Dilger.

You bought Ezra's house?

Oh, well, yes, but this hasn't
been Ezra Enshaw's house

for some time.

Dilger? I know that name.

You live next door, right?

Your husband was here the
night we found Frank Brunelli.

Yes. He came over to
see if he could help

after those boys came
by to tell us of...

My husband, Lyndon.

Lyndon.

Oh, you poor thing.
You're shaking.

Here, why don't you come in and
sit down for a little while?

Okay.

Okay, no, we can
sit in the parlor.

Hi. Sorry. I'm Tamara.

I just saw my mom
walk through the door?

Oh, yes. I'm Aurora.
Please come in.

Ah!

Oh...

I know, it's awful,
someone broke in,

but we've called the police.

Mom, what are you doing here?

I'm sorry. I thought
that she was in bed.

The neighbors. Tamara
and Mona Dilger.

- Just look!
- Why don't we sit down, okay?

- Right here.
- Come on.

Um, Phillip, would you get
her some water, please?

Sure.

And, Sally, please take
Lillian and her guest

to the parlor.

It's right through there.

Of course.

I'm sorry. My mother
has anxiety issues.

I moved back home a few
months ago to help her.

I'll give her a pill as
soon as I get her back home.

Is your father able to help her?

My father died when
I was little...

A heart attack.

My mother hasn't
been the same since.

Oh.

That must be Lynn and Arthur.

Everything's gonna be okay.
The police are here now.

I want to go home.

Oh. Uh, okay,
let's go home, Mom.

I'm going out the back way.

Oh, I'll show you out.

I know the way.

I'm so sorry.

That's okay.

That was strange.

It's not as scary as it looks.

We think it's just corn
syrup and food coloring.

The past comes back to haunt me.

This is exactly
what Jack and I did

back in high school...
Painted a "get out"

to try to scare Sally and Roe.

I knew it!

Oh, come on, you know
how Jack could be.

Yeah, you didn't have
to be a part of it.

Okay. Why don't we
leave the past out of it

and try and figure out
how our culprit today

got in undetected?

Uh, Phillip,

you can show me around,

see if we can figure
out a method of entry.

I'd be glad to.

Aida, if you and Phillip
were in the house

when this happened,

the intruder must have been
familiar with the layout,

knew how to avoid you.

Mona Dilger from next
door was just here.

She knew exactly how
to find the back door.

And what about the contractor
who was here earlier?

He was walking all
over the place.

Reggie Harris.

Is this someone you've
worked with before?

No, he called me
out of the blue.

He said he keeps
up on home sales,

and asked if I'm
planning to renovate.

I can't see the motive he
would have to scare you,

if he wants you to hire him.

Why wouldn't we assume this
is just a bunch of kids

playing a prank, like
Arthur and his friend did?

Because kids don't
usually break into houses

when people are home.

And what kid would know this
same phrase was on the wall

the night we found
Frank Brunelli?

Aida, can you think of anyone
who would have a reason

to want to scare you
away from the house?

The only person I can
think of is Tom Wilkie.

He's a developer.

A developer who stormed
out of here this morning.

He was angry that
I bought the house

and I won't agree
to sell it to him.

Sounds like motive to scare you.

Well, it's at least
a place to start.

Do you have contact
info for Wilkie?

Yeah, I have his
card in the kitchen,

if you want to
just come with me.

Let's go talk to Frank
Brunelli's brother.

This must be very hard
for you, Mr. Brunelli.

Seeing the words
written on the mirror,

the way they were
when Sally and I

found your brother that night.

You're saying this same
things were on the mirror

the night my brother died?

You didn't know?

There was never
an investigation.

The police said it
was an accident.

Have you ever wondered
whether your brother

was not a victim of
an accident after all?

Well, not until tonight.

Not until just now.

So, he didn't have any enemies,

anyone who might
want to hurt him?

A softie like Frank?

No.

What about ghost hunters?

Anyone who may have seen
themselves in competition

with him?

I take offense to that question.

Serious ghost hunters are
highly ethical people,

and most are smart
enough to work together.

I'd say most are beholden
to wishful thinking.

Just like my brother.

He inherited from our parents

and started sinking that
money into wild-goose chases,

and what did it get him?

Dead in some secret
room beneath the floor.

Anthony, I had no idea

you had such a low opinion
of paranormal research.

Well, now you know.

You know, being here isn't
gonna give me closure,

it's just gonna
make me feel worse.

Aurora, you have

an extraordinarily
vexing penchant

for causing trouble.

Well...

Okay, that was weird!

Oh, Sally, Lillian's
insulted me plenty of times.

I'm insouciant to it by now.

No, I mean Anthony.

If this is his first
time in the house,

how does he know the secret
room is beneath the floor?

Maybe it was in the
news reports back then?

No. Wasn't in
the story I read.

This gives me the creeps.

This door's unlocked.

There's a car parked over
there, behind that rock.

I'll go see if
there's anyone in it.

Uh, keep an eye on it.

Hey! You! Stop!

I want to talk to you!

You see who it was?

No. I got his license
plate, though.

The last time we saw
this on the mirror,

there was a body
in the secret room.

Roe.

Don't you dare go
back down there.

Aurora, what are you doing?

We decided it isn't
safe to go in there.

I'm just gonna take
a quick look, Mother.

- It's fine.
- Uh, for what purpose?

Because this same thing
was written on the mirror

the night Sally and I found
Frank Brunelli's body.

Yes, and that prank was pulled
by Arthur and his friend.

And, this prank, like that one,

had nothing to do with
Frank Brunelli's death.

How do we know that?

The police department never
considered foul play back then.

It's always bugged me.

Nick, grab a flashlight.

The one on my phone isn't
gonna be strong enough.

I'll be right behind you.

What was that?

Okay, I don't like this.

Sally, it's just an
old house creaking.

Roe!

I'm here, Roe.

We're trying to
get the door open.

I'm trapped.

The lever's not working.

Yeah, it won't budge.

Maybe if we had a
crowbar or something.

I'm on it.

You okay, Roe?

I'm fine, honey!

Oh, what now?

I really, really
don't like this.

The house inspector
said that the wiring

in this house is very old.

Yeah, or it's a ghost!

And that's ridiculous.

Is it, Lynn?

Found one.

All right, let's
give this a shot.

Oh, thank goodness.

You all right?

Yeah, I am now. Thanks
for getting me out.

Uh, we can't take
credit for that.

Yeah, the door opened
by itself, Roe.

I found this wedged
in beside the steps,

near where Frank Brunelli's
body was lying that night.

Maybe it has something
to do with his death.

Oh, for goodness sake,
Aurora, I hope not.

And I sincerely doubt it.

Looks like a... a
bunch of doodles.

Yeah, or a message
from the dead.

Well, I, for one, see
nothing meaningful there.

Not exactly a
smoking gun, is it?

Look, Frank Brunelli's
death was an accident.

Why don't we focus on
an actual mystery...

Who broke into this house
and wrote that message?

We're gonna run the plates

of the car that
Phillip saw outside,

and we'll let you know
what we come up with.

Arthur?

Hey, double-check to make
sure all the doors and windows

are locked tight
before you go to sleep.

You got it.

Well... I'm going to bed.

I think this was enough
excitement for one day.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Okay, isn't anybody else curious

about the rapping noises
and the lights flickering?

I mean, come on, Lillian
investigates this stuff.

Why don't we just ask her

to come in and check
out the house out?

I'm sure there's a
logical explanation

for everything we saw.

And heard, remember.

Yeah, I'm with Nick.

Besides, Lillian wouldn't be in
a hurry to help me out again.

And my mother would
never go for it, anyway.

Well, I wish Aida would
let her investigate.

So many strange things
going on here, Roe.

I'm not gonna sleep upstairs,

alone, by myself,

in one of those rooms.

If I lose my job because
I don't do the assignment,

well, I lose my job.

Sally, we are not gonna
let you lose your job.

You can sleep with
me in my room,

if that'll help.

Oh, here, let me
help you with that.

Oh, thank you.

I don't want to sleep
under Ezra's ominous gaze.

Oh, I don't blame you, Mother.

He's a bit grim, isn't he?

Yeah, so, I don't
know if I'm actually

gonna be able to sleep
with that out here,

because Ezra looks
very lifelike,

and I feel like he's gonna
reach out and grab me.

Okay, does that help make
you feel any better, Sally?

Yeah, absolutely.
Thank you, Nick.

It totally does.

I'll see you in the morning.

- Goodnight, Sally.
- Goodnight.

It's funny how the
psychology of things

turns everything
into the boogeyman.

Didn't mean to scare you.

I've been going around
checking the locks.

Oh. Ha!

I'm going to miss you tonight.

Mm.

Sweet dreams, love.

I'm gonna go with Phillip
and follow Arthur's advice,

to make sure everything's
locked up tight.

We'll check your
room next, Aida.

Oh. Thank you. Okay.

- Goodnight, darling.
- Goodnight, Mother.

Goodnight, Phillip.

'Night.

I think Mona Dilger has
issues other than anxiety.

Oh. That poor woman.

Yeah, I'd say
early-onset dementia.

Man. That's rough.

What are these squiggles?

Are they symbols?

I don't think you should've
brought that in here.

What if it's some kind of
symbolic ghost language

that calls ghosts to us?

I hope you're writing
your paranoid thoughts

in your story.

You know what I
am writing about?

The scoffing friend.

Because we know she's the
first to get her comeuppance

from the ghost in
every ghost movie ever.

You mean that... that ghost?

You see it?

Where is it?

Sally! I'm teasing.

Oh! That is really mean, Roe.

Too easy.

Ah, the creepy
vibe in this house

is definitely getting to me.

It's a self-perpetuating thing.

You get a scare,

it releases certain
chemicals in your brain,

which makes you more
susceptible to the next scare.

Did you turn this
painting around?

No. Why?

Doesn't matter.

Try to get some sleep.

Something tells me
that's not gonna be easy.

Roe? What is it?

The music woke me up.

What music?

The music that's playing.

I don't hear any music.

You'd better get
your ears checked.

Where are you going?

I want to find out where
the music's coming from.

What... What music?

Oh, please tell me you
hear that music, too.

Yeah. Yeah, that's
what woke me up.

It's coming from downstairs.

What is coming from downstairs?

The music.

Okay, I don't hear any music.

You guys are seriously
freaking me out.

Oh, sorry.

Wait. Honey, honey...

did you turn that
painting back around?

No. In fact,

I had to turn it to face
the wall a second time.

Okay. I heard that!

Wait, are you telling me

that that painting keeps
turning itself around?

Nick!

I'm fine. There's no need
to go to the hospital.

No, you need to get
this checked out, Nick.

This could be a concussion.

Yes. Listen to Mother, honey.

I'm going with you.

Can at least finish giving
my statement to Arthur first?

So, you didn't see anyone,

but you felt someone
push you from behind?

Right. I stumbled down,
I nearly caught myself,

but then I fell down
the last few steps.

It rang my bell pretty good.

But I'm okay. Really.

Seeing you lying
there so still...

I'm sorry that you had
to go through that,

but I'm fine... It's
just a few bruises.

So what were you
and Roe and Sally

doing in the hall in
the middle of the night?

- We...
- We heard music.

It woke us up.

I didn't hear any music.

Neither did I, nor did Phillip.

Well, Nick and I heard it,

and we were headed
down the stairs

to find out where
it was coming from,

and then we got distracted
by the painting of Ezra...

The painting which keeps
turning itself around?

I was at the top of the stairs,

and then I heard
a noise behind me,

but before I could turn
around, someone shoved me.

Or something.

It was Ezra's ghost,
I'm telling you!

It felt like human
hands to me, Arthur.

I'm sure that someone
broke into the house again,

and was almost caught by Nick.

Well, did you see anyone
at the top of the stairs?

No, it was dark, and my
attention was on Nick,

but that doesn't mean
someone wasn't hiding there.

The question is who, and why?

We ran the plate on the
car Phillip and I saw

outside the house
earlier tonight.

It's registered to Tom Wilkie,

so, the obvious answer is,

it was him, and he
wants to scare Aida

into selling the house to him.

Yeah, it makes sense,

but I just can't help but wonder

if this has something to do
with Frank Brunelli's death.

Roe, Lynn wants us to focus
on the crime in front of us...

Criminal trespass and
the assault on Nick.

We're interviewing
Wilkie tomorrow.

I'm glad you're all right.

Thanks.

Oh, it's you.

And good morning to
you, too, Lillian.

You're late.

Oh, I had an eventful evening.

So, I remember,
much to my chagrin.

Oh, and that was
only the beginning.

- We...
- Aurora.

Can we please just
make it through the day

without you burdening
me with the banalities

of your distasteful life?

Okay. Just tell me.

How can I look at Frank
Brunelli's papers?

Do I need to make an appointment

with the Paranormal
Research Society?

Brunelli's papers
are only available

to members of the Society.

Okay, then how do
I become a member?

You pay the membership fee.

Well, couldn't you just
loan me the materials?

As a friend?

I'd be happy to pay the
membership fee, Lillian.

I should think so.

And please,

leave poor Anthony
Brunelli alone.

So no signs of forced entry.

Every door and window locked.

I can't figure out how
someone keeps getting in.

You know what?

Maybe we're overlooking
the obvious.

Maybe this someone had a key.

My brother showed
me this last year.

This is our way in.

Ow.

Key's still there.

Now we have the "how".

We just need the
"who" and the "why".

Ow.

Yeah, I was at Enshaw
House last night.

I don't deny it.

You were seen

running around the
back of the house.

Why?

I'd been to the house
earlier that day

to talk to Aida Teagarden.

I was frustrated

that she wouldn't even consider
my offer to buy the house

and I lost my cool.

Mm. Well, that seems to be
a regular thing for you,

isn't it?

Losing your cool?

We know you have a record.

Several arrests for battery.

Okay, look. I was a
hothead in college.

I got into a couple
of bar fights.

But that was a long time ago.

I don't conduct myself
like that anymore.

I felt bad about my
outburst with Aida.

I was driving back
to apologize to her.

So, why park on the
side of the house?

Why not out front?

Because when I got there, I...

Okay, I don't even
know how to put this.

But there was a smoke...

Like, wisps of smoke or a fog,

and it was circling
around the house,

so I drove around to try
to get a better look...

Okay, if you start talking
about ghosts right now,

you are digging a deeper
hole for yourself.

You're basically proving to me

that you're the one
entering the house

trying to scare Aida
Teagarden into selling.

And you're also the one

who pushed Nick Miller
down the stairs.

I did not go back into
that house last night.

In fact, after what I saw,
I'm rescinding my offer.

I want anything to
do with that place.

And what did you see?

There was like a bouncing
light in the trees,

so I moved in to
get a better look,

and then the smoke was back,

and it was right in
front of my face.

It was like

it was leading me
toward something.

Oh, come on!

I know how it sounds!

Then you know it's ridiculous.

Let me get that.

Oh!

Reggie?

What are you doing here?

Let me take that for you.

Uh, I was hoping to
hear back from you

this morning about my quote.

- Oh...
- I've got my crew

and they're all
ready to get started.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I haven't made a
decision about that yet.

But I must say,

you were right about that
room being dangerous.

My daughter got trapped
in there last night.

What? She went in the room?

- Mm.
- Why?

Oh. Because she has an
insatiable curiosity,

which inevitably puts her
in precarious situations.

But...

all she got from it

was an old piece
of paper she found.

What paper?

Oh, nothing of significance.

But I am gonna have
that room sealed off.

Well, uh, you know, I
can do that for you.

I mean, I can even
throw it in for free,

if you just give me the job.

It's very kind of you,

but I do have other
contractors...

I guarantee you, I can
get the job done faster,

and for less money,

I just need an answer right now.

Look. Don't waste your time
talking to other people...

No, you can stop right there.

I do not tolerate
high-pressure tactics,

so I will give
you an answer now.

You're not my contractor.

Look. You are making
a huge mistake.

Not as big as the
mistake you're making.

Let go of my arm.

Hey!

You need to remove yourself
from this property.

Now.

Who was that guy?

Reggie Harris.

The contractor that's been
bidding on the renovations.

Pretty intense for someone
trying to get a job.

I'll say.

Are you all right?

No.

What I am is deeply
regretting buying this house.

All right, Mr. Wilkie,

you said you could show us

exactly where this
so-called "fog" was.

Well, okay, first...

First, it was the...
The b-bouncing light,

so that was over here,

and then the fog drifted
in front of my face.

So then it started drifting...

over here.

Oh... Phillip?

Could you please tell your
cousin to go back inside?

I'm trying to conduct
an investigation.

Phillip, what's going on?

Yeah, we came by to
pick up our stuff,

and saw you guys down here.

What's going on?

You probably know
what I'm going to say.

She wants us to
keep our distance

and stay out of the way?

But why'd she drag
Tom Wilkie out here?

What's he telling her?

Something about

seeing a bouncing light
out here last night.

He saw the ghost outside?

If he saw a light, I'm
sure it was a flashlight.

Wait. A bouncing light? Sally!

That must've be what we
saw the night we came here

to pay up on our bet...

A flashlight.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

When we first got
here... Remember?

We were walking up to the
house, and-and we saw that...

That weird fog... I
remember that much.

Right! A-And I was
following the fog.

And that led over to the bridge,

and I saw the light.

And I remember exactly
where I was standing...

I was right there, at
the corner of the house.

So...

if I was standing there,
then the light would've...

Right there, by the shed.

Oh, boy.

Oh!

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, it was just
leaning against the door.

Why would you open a ghost shed?

That's terrifying in there!

Wait. Do you see that?

- No.
- I do.

At the bottom of the shed
under the rain barrel.

- Help me move this.
- What is she doing?

Trying to make
sense of her memory.

Okay, wait, m-maybe
the bouncing lights

were coming from over here.

What on Earth are they doing?

That's where it is!

That's where the smoke was
moving towards, right there.

Okay. I'll go check it out.

Oh, do you see that?

All right, what
are you guys doing?

Oh! That's a human hand.

You just found another body.

Okay, so, I know

you haven't identified
the body yet, but...

Sally, I know you
have a story to write,

but we don't have
enough information yet

for me to comment.

Okay, but could you just tell
me if ya think this death

could be related to the
death of Frank Brunelli...

Did Roe tell you to
ask me that question?

Well, no, but I think
my editor's gonna ask.

Okay, well, you can
tell your editor

that we have no idea how long
that body's been under the shed.

It could've been
two years or 200.

But the whole reason
I was looking there

is because I saw someone
with a flashlight

in that spot

on the same night
we found Brunelli.

That can't be a coincidence.

Correlation is not causation.

Chief?

The Forensics team
found a wallet

next to the remains... We've
got a driver's license.

Someone by the name
of "Jeffrey Wear".

Uh, Sergeant Heard,
we'd appreciate it

if you'd wait till we
got back to the station

before announcing the possible
identity of the victim.

Our policy is to
notify family first.

Sally, do not put
that name in writing

until we identity the body.

For all we know, this
wallet could've been stolen.

Sorry about that, Chief.
I got ahead of myself.

Yeah.

Okay, now that the
cat's out of the bag,

have any of you ever
heard that name before...

Jeffrey Wear... Does
that ring any bells?

No. But if that's who
was buried over there,

it shouldn't be
hard to pinpoint,

if it was in the same
time-frame as Brunelli's death.

Check the expiration
date on the license.

Wear's license expired
just over 20 years ago,

so it's possible

Roe did see him being buried
the night Brunelli died.

We need to put a tail on Wilkie.

You think he had something
to do with that body?

He'd have only been
in his 20s back then.

Yeah, a 20-something with
an admitted hot temper.

You heard him. The
fog had led him there?

No, he saw that we were
about to find that body

and he knew how
bad it would look

that he was seen moving
around that area last night.

Then he starts
blaming it on ghosts?

Well, it could explain why he
was so aggressive with Aida

about buying the house...

He wanted to keep
his secrets buried.

Or he was trying to buy himself
some time to move the body.

Ah, I think Wilkie's our
most obvious suspect.

Now we just need to find

a connection between him
and this Jeffrey Wear.

Aunt Aida's showing
another contractor around

later today for a quote.

I'll stay until
she's ready to go.

Good. That contractor
Reggie Harris

was acting pretty hostile
toward her earlier.

I don't trust him
not to come back.

I can't find anything on a
"Jeffrey Wear" of Lawrenceton.

I'll have better luck

with the databases I can
access at the library.

Okay, so I get that the
timing is suspicious,

but why do you think
that the body outside

has something to do with
Frank Brunelli's death?

Yeah, if there were two
murders at the same time,

why was one body found
inside the house,

and one outside?

They may have both
been killed outside,

and Brunelli's body
brought in here.

Then we high-school
kids showed up,

and interrupted the killer

before he could bring
in Jeffrey Wear.

Yeah, a killer in a
hurry could be why

the body wasn't fully
buried underground,

which is why it was basically
shoved under the shed,

- hidden by the rain barrel.
- Yeah, but then,

why didn't whoever did it
come back and do it right?

Maybe that's what someone's
trying to do right now.

We should call a
Real Murders meeting.

But first, I need to
get to the library.

Yeah, and I need
to get to my desk

so I can write up the story
of another body found.

I'll see you guys
at the meeting.

I'll go get my
eyes on Aunt Aida.

Hey. You okay?

I just need to know you're okay.

I'm fine. I promise.

The doctor gave me the
all-clear, remember?

Tell you what.

Why don't I come to
the library with you?

Yes, please.

The other contractor's
on his way

so that we can discuss
the renovations.

Cool. Here's some
more stuff to tag.

Oh.

I'm looking for Lyndon.

Mona...

you came back.

Looking for her dead husband.

Uh, w-would you like to
join me for a cup of tea?

How sweet of you.

Okay.

Why don't you let Mona's
daughter know that she's here?

I know Lyndon is gone.

I know a heart attack took him.

Tamara was only five then.

Oh, how sad for you both.

Ah.

He was such a good husband.

He was always worried
about taking care of us.

He shouldn't have
worried so much.

His life insurance took care
of us for a very long time.

I am so sorry.

Mom, you really have to stop
wandering away from the house.

You told me to come over here.

You know that's not true...

I just got back from
my self-defense class.

Oh, right.

That music you're
playing is so lovely.

Music?

Mm.

Mom, let's go home.

Yeah.

It was nice chatting
with you, Mona.

Oh, you too. Thank
you for the tea.

Mrs. Dilger,

I'd love to know how you
came in the back door.

I took the key from
under the rocks outside,

and I've been checking to
make sure the door's locked.

That door always opens for me.

Ezra lets me in.

Medical Examiner said

the skeleton is definitely
male, probably in his 40s.

Cause of death is blunt-force
trauma to the head.

Same as Frank Brunelli,
if Roe is right.

I found Jeffrey
Wear in our system,

as a missing-person report.

That's not surprising.
Date last seen?

The same day Frank
was found dead.

Let's see if we can
track down Wear's family.

How I hate it when Aurora
Teagarden is right.

I was right!

I just found an old
article about Jeffrey Wear,

says his sister
reported him missing

the same day we
found Frank Brunelli.

It's almost impossible

to believe the two
deaths aren't related.

Yeah...

unless you're Lynn.

Aurora.

I asked you not to bother
poor Anthony Brunelli!

I haven't.

Then can you please...

Then can you please
explain to me

why he went to the Paranormal
Research Society this morning

and demanded to have his
brother's papers back?

Excuse me, Mr. Brunelli?

What is it you're burning there?

He's burning his
brother's papers.

Mr. Brunelli, I
don't understand.

I assume this represents
his life's work.

Yes.

And I should've burnt
them in the first place.

I should've never let
Lillian Tibbett talk me into

giving them to the Society.

The Brunelli name is already
enough of a laughingstock.

There's something
you need to know.

Another body's been found
on the Enshaw property.

It makes it more likely
your brother was murdered,

which means the police
will open an investigation.

You could be destroying
important evidence right now,

so maybe you should stop.

And maybe you should
get off my property

before I throw you off.

You know we're gonna
have to call the police

and let 'em know
what you're doing.

Good. Be sure to let them
know you're trespassing.

Okay. Let's make that call.

Yes. I burned those papers.

It was embarrassing
having them out there,

to know my brother exposed
himself as such a fool.

But not too embarrassed
to donate them

to the Paranormal Research
Society five years ago.

I didn't think
much about it then,

but going to the
house where he died...

And remembering the
idiotic reason for it...

Made me rethink.

Where were you the
night your brother died?

I was at home alone.

Home alone?

Are you sure you weren't with
someone named Jeffrey Wear?

I have no idea who
you're talking about.

Oh, really?

Well, he knew you.

We found your ring...

buried with his body.

That's not my ring.

It's got your initials on it,

and an inscription that says
"Happy Birthday. Love, Frank."

And, ironically, your birthday
is the same day Frank died.

I've never seen it.

It's solid evidence

that the death of your
brother is tied to Wear's.

We already know you inherited
a fair chunk of money

when your brother died.

Which gives you
motive to kill Frank.

It's an expensive ring.

Did you give it to Jeffrey Wear
as some kind of down payment

to help you kill your brother?

Then you turned on Wear?

This is insulting.

Unless you're gonna
arrest me now,

I am leaving.

I'm probably feeling
too confident

that Brunelli's our guy.

Hey, why can't cracking
a case be easy for once?

I want a tail on him anyway.

Hey, I just found
something interesting

in Jeffrey Wear's work history.

Okay, so the police

just reclassified
Frank Brunelli's death

as "suspicious".

Mm. It's more than suspicious.

We're pretty sure it was murder.

Yeah, I found this paper
near where we found his body.

I don't get what
any of that means.

Neither do we.

I ran it through some
image-recognition software

at the library

and got nothing.

This case is complicated.

We're looking for

someone who probably
killed two men

22 years ago.

At the same time, we're
looking for someone

who's trying to scare my
mother out of Enshaw House

and pushed Nick down the stairs.

Okay, well, that
could've been the ghost.

I don't care what
anyone believes...

There is a presence
in that house.

I believe you, Sally.

The point is,

what's happening now might have
something to do with the murders

way back when, or it might not.

Right. So, let's start
with the murders.

Our top suspect seems
to be Anthony Brunelli.

You got that right.

Charlie told me they found

his ring buried
with Wear's body.

That ring is real
physical evidence.

Yeah, on top of which,

we caught Anthony burning
his brother's papers.

There must be something in
them that he wants to hide.

I'm gonna talk to Lillian,

see if she's read 'em
and knows what's in 'em.

Okay, who's next on
our suspect list?

Tom Wilkie.

Right. Tom Wilkie.

We have no reason to believe

that he has anything to do with
Brunelli and Wear's murders,

but he is the one most likely
to be trying to scare my mother.

And he was definitely
outside the house

when the "get out"
was put on the mirror.

He said some weird stuff
about seeing ghostly fog

- and whatever.
- Not the usual tactics

of a successful developer.

I know Tom from our Chamber
of Commerce meetings.

I can talk to him, see
what I can find out?

Pose as a potential client.

Yeah, that's perfect, Lizzy.

Okay, next we have
Reggie Harris.

He's the contractor and
he was all over the house.

He was very uptight
about that secret room.

He didn't want anyone
going down there.

But how could

he have anything to do with
Brunelli and Wear's deaths?

Wouldn't he have been
awfully young back then?

Young men are most
likely to act violently,

and he still seems to have
a hair-trigger temper.

I mean, I saw him grab
Aida's arm yesterday.

Yeah, what's with that?

Why be so pushy about
doing renovations?

That's a good question.

Okay, then... who am I missing?

Mona Dilger, the lady next door.

She keeps showing
up inside the house,

says her dead husband
wants her to go in.

That's kind of sad.

Remember, Roe? Her husband
showed up at the house

after we found Frank
Brunelli's body.

Yeah, I do remember.

He wanted to see if there
was anything he could do

to help the police
when they arrived.

Well, Aida asked me to stop
by today to speak with Mona.

I'll see if I can
dig a little deeper

into these visions she's
having about her husband.

Her dementia could
be causing her

to feel threatened
or frightened,

and it's possible that
can lead to violence.

Okay, this is our suspect list.

I think it's a good
time to adjourn.

Tom.

Lizzy. How are you?

I'm fine, thank you.

I was on my way to see you.

I'm looking for an
investment opportunity.

Well, then, as you know,

you have come to
the right place.

So I just have a few
questions. I was just l...

Is that... blood?

- Ahem. Mona?
- Mm?

I asked Professor
Miller to stop by today.

Hi, Mona.

So, Aida tells me

that you think it's a ghost
that lets you into the house.

Why do you believe that?

When I walk up to
the door, it opens.

What else am I to think?

And why do you walk
up to the door?

Because my husband tells me to!

I... I mean, in my dreams,

he tells me to do things,

and sometimes, the
dreams seem so real.

Our subconscious often
tries to speak to us

in the language of dreams.

Mona, what does your husband
tell you in your dreams?

Why does he want you to
come into this house?

He wants me to find it.

Find what?

I don't know.

He won't leave me
alone about it.

I have to lie down.

Okay. I'll walk you home.

I have had about enough
of this ghost nonsense.

It's time that I do
something about it.

Hey, Phillip.

Okay, I'll be right there. I'm
just walking Mona home now.

Zachary's not just our most
respected ghost hunter,

I daresay he's the
pre-eminent ghost hunter

in the entire Pacific Northwest.

Lillian likes to flatter me.

Well, I appreciate

you taking the time to
talk to me, Mr. Blank.

Oh, please, call me Zack.

He helped me catalogue
Frank Brunelli's papers.

Whatever we can do to record

the knowledge lost when
Anthony destroyed them...

Then you both know
what was in them?

Mm-hmm. They were primarily
notes on his interviews

with various people who lived
or worked at Enshaw House.

He also recorded

their supernatural
experiences and sightings,

and there was a lot of material

about "wisps of fog"
outside the house.

There was also a
detailed history

of Ezra Enshaw's life,
including his marriage.

He and his bride, apparently,

enjoyed quite the love story
until her untimely death.

Did he make any kind of notes
about anyone threatening him,

or having any kind
of issues with him?

Mm...

No.

Nothing like that.

Were there any mentions
of his brother, Anthony?

No. I-I don't see
why there would be.

I found this in the
secret room of the house,

in the crack beside the stairs.

Was there anything
in those papers

that might explain what
these symbols mean?

Huh.

Hmm.

Now, this is interesting.

Phillip? Thanks
for calling me.

What's up?

I came here for my weekly
internship for school,

and it's been a nonstop
parade of suspects.

Like who?

Well, Tom Wilkie, for starters.

Apparently, Lizzy saw
what looked like blood

in the trunk of Wilkie's car
when she went to see him.

Turned out to be corn
syrup and food coloring.

Oh, like what was used to write
"get out" at Enshaw House?

Exactly. They have him
in for questioning now.

I wish they would let me sit in.

It's fake blood.

Complete with all of
the supplies to make it

and a brush covered in it.

I don't know how that
stuff got in my car.

Somebody must have put it there!

Oh, of course, they did.

They brought Reggie Harris
in for questioning, too.

Why now?

They found out Jeffrey
Wear worked construction...

With Reggie?

Yep. He's in with Arthur now.

Yeah, I knew Jeff
Wear back in the day,

but we were friends.

There's no way anybody's gonna
believe that I killed him.

Tell me why you were
so aggressive about

getting the renovation
job on Enshaw House.

Because I...

business was slow, I needed
to get a big job fast,

otherwise I was gonna
have to lay off my crew.

They also pulled
Anthony Brunelli back in

for more questions.

We found the jeweler

who sold your brother
the signet ring.

He confirmed he
had it inscribed,

a few days before
your brother's death.

I have no idea.

As I've said, I know
nothing about that ring.

You were right
about Mona Dilger.

They should be
bringing her in, too.

She seems to be tortured by
something she's not telling.

I want to know

who Lynn and Arthur
are leaning toward.

Well, there's Arthur now.

Arthur!

Do you and Lynn have
a working theory

of what happened?

Uh, we have four
or five theories.

That's the problem.

Can't seem to rule
any of them out.

You know, I'd love to know
Roe's thoughts on this one.

Where is she?

Oh, she's at the library, yeah,
meeting with a ghost hunter.

Of course she is.

No.

Sorry.

Except for this mark here...

which looks like an "X"...

nothing looks familiar.

Well, I appreciate your time,

and for coming all of this way.

I can't believe I didn't
notice this before.

Notice what? What
is it you see?

I'll tell you later.

Right now, I have to get
to the police station.

- Thank you!
- Pleasure meeting you!

You see why I always
experience a stress response

whenever I have to share a
shift with Aurora Teagarden?

Mm.

And now why is her
mother calling me?

Aida?

There's Roe.

You look like a
woman on a mission.

Yeah, I need to see
Lynn and Arthur.

I think I know why Brunelli
and Wear were killed,

and why someone's
trying to scare us away

from Enshaw House.

Arthur went back to
finish his interview

with Reggie Harris.

You're free to go, Mr. Harris,
but you are not to leave town.

Uh, Lynn, I don't think
you should let him go

until he answers a
few more questions.

What are you doing?

You don't dictate
our interviews, Roe.

See this story about

how we discovered
Frank Brunelli's body?

There's another headline
from that same day...

About a bank robbery in Corinth.

The robbers got away
with $400,000...

The same morning Frank
Brunelli was killed,

the same morning Jeffrey
Wear went missing.

You worked with Jeffrey Wear.

Was he involved in this robbery?

Okay, Roe...

Did you know about it?

All right, Harris, you
have some explaining to do.

Let's go. Come on.

This is an interesting
connection you've made.

You mind if I keep this?

No.

That was a huge
connection to make.

It would explain a lot.

It would explain everything.

If Reggie Harris
and Jeffrey Wear

robbed a bank together,

it could be that Wear
double-crossed Reggie,

hid the money at Enshaw House...

Yeah, because what better
place to hide stolen money

than in an abandoned house

that most people are
too afraid to enter?

Exactly. And who better to
guard the money than a ghost?

I could understand
how an angry Reggie

could have confronted Wear,

maybe tried to beat
the truth out of him.

But how would Frank
Brunelli figure in?

Because he was a ghost hunter.

He just showed up
at the wrong time.

Sally and I showed
up at that house

on that same night, too.

How close were we
to being killed?

If we want to make sure

no one else dies
over that money,

we should get back to
the house and find it.

Okay.

Jeff told me he was
planning a bank robbery

with a friend of his.

- What friend?
- He didn't tell me a name.

He just wanted me to
drive a getaway car.

Look, I was 19 years old,
he was leaning on me.

I told him I would do it,

but when the day
came, I chickened out.

I didn't show up.

Is that right?

I swear to you, I wasn't there,

but I heard on the news that
the robbery had gone down,

and when Jeff didn't show
up for work the next day,

I assumed he disappeared
with the money.

And I was relieved not to
have to deal with him anymore.

I didn't really think
about it after that.

So, what made you start
thinking about it lately?

I ran into Jeff's
sister a month ago,

and I made a joke about Jeff
being on some beach in Mexico,

and she didn't laugh.

I knew he wouldn't let
her think he was dead,

if he wasn't.

She told me that the
last time she saw him,

he was getting into
a car with his buddy,

Lyndon Dilger.

The neighbor who lived
next to Enshaw House?

That's right.

So, you think now

that Dilger was Jeff's
partner in the bank robbery?

Yeah. I found out

he died two days
after the robbery,

and...

I've been going to his house,

I've been watching,

and I saw his wife constantly
going into the Enshaw House.

I thought maybe she was
looking for the money...

and I thought maybe I
could find it first.

Sally? Oh, good, you're here.

I'll catch you up.

Roe, wait.

What's Lillian doing here?

Your mother called her.

They're gonna try and
lure out the ghost.

This ghost-hunting stuff
isn't going to make it easy

to start looking for that
stolen robbery money.

Yeah, I'd rather we not
be wasting time and energy

chasing down boogeymen.

You're certain our investigation

will be a waste of time?

Isn't such a presupposition
rather unscientific,

Professor Miller?

Well...

You didn't read that book
on William James, did you?

Mr. James knew that not
all mysteries in life

could be solved with
the scientific method,

and he pitied those

who blind themselves
to that truth.

Wow.

Lillian's kinda deep.

Oh, Mother.

I know you don't believe

there are really ghosts in this
house any more than I do...

Which is a flaw

in that otherwise perfectly
suspicious mind of yours.

Mona Dilger is not
a reliable witness.

I don't know why you
let anything she said

get you to call
in this sideshow.

Lillian assures me that her team

is dedicated to
finding the truth...

More likely to rule out
supernatural activity

than to find evidence for it.

How is that not a positive?

Well, it would be,

if the mystery we
were trying to solve

were about ghosts...

But we're trying to
solve a double murder,

and... this is a distraction.

Although...

maybe if we could get them

to help search for
the stolen money

while we're at it,

could be a help.

Stolen money?

Oh, don't worry.
I'll fill you in.

Roe just told me all about it.

Lyndon told me that he'd
robbed that bank in Corinth,

with that horrible
friend of his...

That schemer, Jeff.

Robbed a bank?

Mom, are you sure that this
wasn't one of your dreams?

My husband had
had a heart attack

and was dying in my arms...

It's seared in my
memory, Tamara!

He told me he had
robbed that bank

and buried the money
on the Enshaw property.

And killed two men
in the process?

Did he tell you that?

No. He didn't say
he killed anyone.

At least, I don... I
don't think he did.

Of course, he didn't!

The father that I
knew would never...

He couldn't.

You've been going
into Enshaw House

quite a bit lately, Mona.

Can you tell us why?

In my dreams, Lyndon
tells me to go in.

Does he tell you to try to scare

Aida Teagarden away
from the house?

Tell you to write "get
out" on the mirror?

No. Oh, I would never scare

that lovely woman
who made me tea.

No. For... For that,
you should blame Ezra.

Ezra? Ezra Enshaw,

who's been dead a hundred years?

Look, I know I get
confused sometimes,

but I have lived next to
Enshaw House for 30 years.

One thing I know...

The ghost of Ezra
Enshaw is real.

Mm. Nothing.

Lillian, can I speak
to you for a sec?

Mm.

Okay. Thank you. Bye.

So that was my contact
at the police station.

You were right, Roe.

Reggie Harris confessed...

He was a part of the plot
to rob that bank in Corinth

with Jeffrey Wear.

But he identified someone
else as the mastermind...

Lyndon Dilger.

Lyndon Dilger?

Did not see that coming!

Mona apparently confirmed it.

She also said that her husband

buried the money somewhere
on this property.

So, on the grounds.
Not in the house?

That's what it looks like.

And Mona's now considered
the top suspect

for pushing you down the stairs.

Mm. I don't know if that
jibes with the fragile woman

that sat across from
me this morning.

Did that sound like the
rapping you all heard

the other day?

Yes, exactly like.

That was Fred,

hitting the main water
pipe with a wrench...

Makes the sound echo
throughout the house.

And as for the
flickering lights...

Go for it, Fred.

With the old wiring
in the house,

it's easy to overwhelm
the power capacity

and make small surges.

So, the haunting of the house
has been a hoax all along?

That is our conclusion, yes.

Just as we expected.

Yeah, looks like most mysteries

can be solved through
science after all.

Ha!

We're gonna keep your
mother in custody

until we can get her a
psychological evaluation.

We have to consider
the possibility

she's been perpetuating
the ghost hoax,

without being aware of
exactly what she's doing.

Would you feel comfortable
giving us a list of her doctors?

Yeah, I can email that
to you when I get home,

but, however confused
she is, I can't imagine

my mother doing anything
that would harm someone.

Push a man down the stairs?
I-I don't believe it.

Well, you don't believe

that your father could've
killed someone either.

What if we prove that's
exactly what he did?

I don't think that you will.

She could be right
about her mother.

Mona Dilger's so scattered,

I'm not sure she's capable of
carrying out a complex hoax,

which would mean,

whoever shoved Nick

is still running
around out there.

Let's get confirmation

on the whereabouts of
our other suspects.

So, there really
is no ghost here?

Well, I wouldn't go
so far as to say that.

We're only saying
that the phenomena

we all experienced in this house

was clearly faked.

Then you found the speakers?

I don't know what you mean.
We didn't find any speakers.

There have to be
speakers in the house.

There's no other
explanation for the music.

Music? Y-You never mentioned
anything about music.

Well, I didn't hear any music.

Neither did I.

Me either. Only Nick
and Roe have heard it.

Yes! That's it.
That's the song.

Did you tap into
the house somehow?

No. This music was mentioned
in Frank Brunelli's notes.

Several people relayed to him

it was a song played at
Ezra Enshaw's wedding.

Yes! I remember that.

Supposedly,

only people who are in
love can hear this music.

Oh!

Mm-hmm.

Well, it's a lovely story.

But we're pretty sure

there's speakers
somewhere in here.

Yes, I'm sure there are,
but that's for another day.

Thank you so much,
Lillian, Zachary.

Thank you.

We'll come back any time, Aida.

Okay.

I'm not convinced
this house is clean...

of spirits.

I appreciate that.

But, uh...

I'm taking a break from
ghosts for a while.

Phillip, let's go.

Goodnight.

Bye, Mother. Bye,
Phillip. Goodnight.

Lock up when you leave?

Not sure what good that'll do.

All right. Thanks.

Okay.

We know where Tom Wilkie
and Reggie Harris are,

but it seems Anthony
Brunelli slipped his tail.

Oh. [sighs] Let's put
out an A.P.B. on him.

We'll have to head
back to Enshaw House.

All right.

So, no ghosts.

You know, I think I'm actually
a little disappointed.

I'm almost disappointed for you.

Well...

let me know if you
hear the music again.

Kind of gives me hope.

- Goodnight.
- 'Night.

You know that music
could be a clue.

Because whoever planned the hoax

must have known about
that particular song.

And must have read about it
in Frank Brunelli's notes.

Could that be

why his brother,
Anthony, burned them?

Wait.

Who brought down the
painting of Ezra?

Didn't walk
downstairs by itself.

Maybe one of the ghost
hunters moved it.

Lillian would probably say

Ezra's trying to
tell us something.

I'll play along.

All right, Ezra, what are
you trying to tell us?

The windmill.

Look at the doodle
on this paper.

If I finish this
doodle, like this,

- it looks like...
- A windmill.

Like the one at the
bottom of the property.

Exactly.

Add that to the "X"...

Nick!

This paper's a map!

You know, these
symbols must be trees.

Exactly. Lyndon Dilger
and Jeffrey Wear

buried the stolen
money out here.

They must've drawn up that map,
so they could find it again.

Yeah, and I bet Frank
Brunelli stumbled upon 'em

when they were
burying the money,

so they killed him,

and then they hid his
body in the secret room.

Yeah, and that map

must've fallen from
one of their pockets,

and slid down beside the stairs.

Yes.

And then they came back outside

to finish the job,

and they probably got into
an argument about the money,

or-or maybe Dilger
didn't trust Wear

to keep his mouth shut.

Right, so he killed him, too.

You know, living with
that kind of pressure,

it's no wonder he had a heart
attack a few days later.

Yeah, and then he
never had a chance

to come back for the money.

But Mona knew it was
out here somewhere,

and Reggie eventually
figured it out,

but would Anthony Brunelli
have had a chance to...

Wait! Wait, wait, wait.

Okay, there's the windmill.

That dead tree must be

this mark right there,
right next to the "X".

I think we found it.

I think this is the spot.

I-I'm sure of it.

Okay, time to call Lynn.

Whoa, whoa, wait.

You know she avoids
taking me seriously.

Do you really think

she's gonna believe this
paper full of squiggles

is a map

that the ghost of Ezra
Enshaw helped us figure out?

- It does sound crazy.
- Yeah.

I'll grab a shovel.

Maybe we can dig down and
find something more concrete

- to show her.
- Okay.

I'll start taking photos to
document the whole thing.

Someone already
started digging...

Ah!

I knew it was you!

Tamara, don't do this.

It was taking me forever
to find the buried money.

I was getting pretty desperate,

so I suppose I should thank you!

Your mother told you about it?

No.

No, my mother doesn't understand

anything happening right now.

Her dementia is
getting so bad and...

it was only when I moved
back in a few months ago

that I found an old
journal she kept.

So you read about your
father robbing the bank,

and you came out to look
for the money he buried.

After my dad's
life-insurance money ran out,

my mom let debts pile up,

and she can't be left alone.

We need that money!

It's just been
sitting out here...

under the ground, for decades!

My father died for that money.

But your father
killed for that money.

You don't know that.

All I can do

is find the money and
try to help my mother.

I might have found it already
and no one the wiser, if...

If my mother hadn't
have bought the house.

My mother's journal was muddled

about where the
money was buried.

It said my father
had-had drawn a map,

but lost it somewhere
in the house.

So, yeah,

I was trying to
scare you all away,

so that I could get the map...

Which you now clearly have...

And find the money!

Well, we don't scare easily.

Tamara, don't do this.

Just don't make it worse.

You haven't done
anything that terrible...

You can still walk away.

The police aren't gonna
just let me just walk away.

They won't care

that I didn't mean
for your husband

to fall down the stairs
when I pushed him.

They won't care that I just
didn't want him to see me.

They will arrest me and
my life will be ruined.

But Nick is fine, and-and...

It doesn't matter!

We need that money,

now more than ever,

so that I can go
away and stay gone.

I'm sorry. I-I don't
want to do this...

but you put yourself
in my way...

and...

I need that map.

Put the shovel down, Tamara!

Roe?

Freeze! Police!

Drop that shovel, Tamara!

Drop it now!

Anyway, it all seems
to be resolved now,

so come by whenever you'd like.

Okay.

I would like to thank you all

for helping solve the mystery
of my brother's death.

You know, after years of
feeling rather bitter,

I'm now more at
peace with Frank's...

How should I put it?

His spirit.

Oh!

That does my heart good to hear.

Lynn released this,

and we wanted to
make sure you got it.

Your brother was carrying the
ring with him when he died.

Clearly, he meant
to give it to you.

Thank you.

This really means a lot.

Your phone's ringing, Aunt Aida.

Oh, that's all right.
It can go to voicemail.

Oh...

It's Charles.

I'm gonna take it.

Aurora, could you please

turn down the music?

Hi!

I don't hear any music.

Me either.

I hear it.

My mother is in love.

And I hear it, too.

I've reconsidered
my stance on ghosts.

I think Ezra Enshaw really
might still be here,

lingering... with his bride.

Well, if anything's
stronger than death,

of course, it would be love.

One of life's mysteries,
right, Professor?

Indeed.

Now, allow me to walk
you out, Anthony.

Oh, I'll walk with you.

I have a few more
questions for my story.

Bye, guys.

Bye.

I'm gonna head out, too.

I need to find myself
some of that music.

All right!

It really is beautiful.

Mm-hmm.