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Previously on
Dead Boy Detectives...

Oh, my God.

Niko is infected
with a paranormal parasite.

Dandelion Sprites.

- When strong...
- They exit the body.

Take me instead. I'm a psychic medium.
You'd never go hungry again.

For real,
it smells like dog shit in there.

Are these your friends?

Wait, you can see them?

Look at these little guys.
Couldn't we let them live in my room?

- Your parents?
- Yeah. My dad was rough.

What the hell is this?

It keeps you in this town.

I'm a fair Cat King.

Count all the cats in Port Townsend,
and the bracelet will come off.

We cannot stay. It is dangerous.

Lost & Found Department.

We must not allow
these two boys to run amok.

Cheating death.

Possessing a witch?

It won't happen again.

Monty, my sweet crow familiar.

Who wouldn't trust that face.

This is, like, the ninth one
that's washed up on shore this month.

Like, where are they even coming from?

But don't get too close,
or the evil seagull, he'll...

Oh, wait, wait just a tick.

- An evil seagull?
- Yeah.

Right.

Jesus!

This headache feels like
my eyes are gonna rip apart!

We are not the Dead Boy Doctors.

I'm cursed to haunt this painting.

It keeps getting younger
while I waste away.

Low magic is often used
to imbue iconography with mystic power.

Rub turpentine across the canvas,
erase the image. End of curse.

Good-bye.

Holy shit.

Who knew this town was a mecca
for troubled ghosts.

With, like, strange problems.

Are there this many ghosts everywhere?

Overpopulation.

Never supposed to be
so many people in the world.

The Afterlife has trouble
keeping track of everyone.

That leaves ghosts with issues,
and more cases for us to crack.

Right. That's all true.

But your case
is still our favorite, Crystal.

Another potential client.

Right, then. Good morning.
How can the Dead Boy Detectives help?

My name is Susan. Susan Kessler.

My brother-in-law killed my sister
and my two nieces in 1994.

I'm sure you've all heard about
the Devlin family murder, so I won't...

Oh, actually, we're new in town.

Oh, well, this was 30 years ago.

Still hard to talk about.

My sister's husband snapped,
killed his family, then himself.

- Awful.
- What monster does that to his own family?

But there's no inherent
supernatural mystery to the murder.

Oi.

Bedside manner.

We are detectives
who solve supernatural mysteries.

You already know who the killer is.

Someone...

Something is still inside the house
where they died.

And you know this for a fact?

I inherited the house after their deaths,
but could never bring myself to go in.

Then, after I died last week,
I just wanted to visit one last time.

But when I got close, I could...

I heard screaming inside.

That is so terrifying.

Something horrible is still in that house.

I have to make sure
my family is at peace before I move on.

I don't have much, but...

We need to be discerning.

It must be a case only we can solve.

It must right a supernatural wrong.

Evil seagull, severed foot.

Yeah. Maybe we should take
getting paid into consideration?

Some of us have weekly rent due.
Literally tomorrow.

What about Susan and her murdered family?

I mean, she's devastated.

That's the injustice we fight, innit?
Crystal can get her rent money,

and clearing up a 30-year-old town mystery
is a feather in our cap.

Well-reasoned, Charles.

Agreed.

It's splitting my skull in half!

- Oh.
- Ew.

Actually, I feel much better now.

Now, while Susan was empathetic,
she did not give us much to work with.

At least her head didn't explode.

If we are to crack this case,

research on the family and house
seems necessary.

Wait, wasn't Jenny born here?

Bet she knows something about the family.

That's brills. I'll come with.

Of course you will go with her.
Always running off together.

Oi. None of that, thanks.

We're not always doing anything.

Let's just get this out the way now.

Yes, if I wasn't being stalked
by my psychotic demon ex,

and Charles was actually, you know, alive,

then, he would make
a fun addition to my body count.

Body count?

She's saying we'd get it on.

Shag. Smash.

I agree, by the way.

Not for nothing, but it is doable.

Um, but Crystal's obviously
going through a lot of stuff,

and I'm a professional,
so, yeah, nothing... Nothing's gonna happen.

Fine. Fine.

I'll be going to the library
to conduct actual research,

not third-party conjecture.

Perhaps I can count more cats
along the way.

Come on, Niko. We have work to do.

Me? I'm going?

Yes!

The town library is my fourth favorite
public building to visit.

You know you can think things
without saying them.

Edwin's obviously jealous.

Hmm.

Looks like that storm is picking up.

Stay indoors and stay safe.

Now, let's get back to the music.

Shatterproof film, huh?

Trying to deter all the hamburglars?

It's a big storm coming through.

If you have plans, cancel them.

They're saying on the news
it's pretty severe.

Well, in less terrifying news...

Or maybe the same level of terrifying...

- Aces. You're doing great.
- Uh...

Do you know the Devlin murders?

Please tell me you're not doing
a stupid podcast or something.

No! No, uh...

I just heard some people
talking about it in the, um...

- God, it was the...
- Malt shop?

...malt shop, and it sounded crazy.

I was super-young when it happened,

so all I heard was
small-town rumor mill gossip.

If I tell you about it,
will you leave me alone?

- Mmm-hmm.
- Great.

It's a super-fucked-up story,
so I'm gonna need some coffee.

No staring.

It's just a disguise.

Edwin, are you always a woman?

Is Charles a woman too?

Can you change your eyes and nose
like Mr. Potato Head?

Do you know
who Mr. Potato Head is?

Yes. No. No. Yes.

Stop it.

Okay.

Why are you wearing it today?

So that you do not look like
you're hysterical and talking to yourself.

You seem rather tense.

I get it.

It's because of Charles and Crystal.
I get that.

I have no idea what you mean.

You could feel the sexual electricity

when they were talking about
having sex with each other. Hmm.

Hey!

We haven't digitized the local papers yet,

but I pulled all the Devlin family
articles on microfiche.

I thought dating was hard.
Look what happens when you get married.

Jeez.

Well, the machine's over there.

Just shout if you need help.

But don't actually shout.

It's a library.

I'll be here at the desk if you need me.

Thanks, Maxine.

My Aunt Cindy and I
really appreciate your help.

Yes, thank you.

Okay, so the Devlins lived in
that old two-story on Haywood

back in the 1990s
when people could afford homes.

They were the model family.

But everyone has skeletons
in their closet.

And one night,
the dad went full psycho slasher movie.

He killed the mom and daughters
while they were watching TV. Asshole.

Used an axe.

She should have told us
that he used an axe, right?

Ask why the dad went mental.

So, why did the dad just snap?

I heard the wife had an affair.

Or the new Radio Shack in town was
taking business from his electronic shop.

Does it really matter?

I heard that, uh...

I know it's stupid,
but I heard that the house is haunted.

It's good they're tearing that place down.

Wait, they're tearing it down?

What the actual fuck?

I'm sorry about my tenant.
She's probably drunk or something.

Kids these days.

Such hostility

to go with those sweet, young faces.

Just a sec, I'll grab your order.

You know there's no smoking.

No, it's bad for my health.

I'm just so happy to see both of you,
that you're still here.

Where's the, um, uptight one?

- Oh, I'd love to catch up.
- You wanna catch up?

About the gigantic, bloody woman
who lives in the ocean inside your head?

Sometimes you make a deal

with a primordial goddess
named Lilith, for immortality,

and, you know,

there's bound to be some blood.

And she can be tricky.

Immortality, like, live forever?

Enough good neighbors. Let's go.

Just a little advice.

This town doesn't actually
make for good neighbors.

Ouch, my ghost skin.

Getting the windows
ready for the storm.

This whole town
will wash into the ocean one day.

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Don't threaten me with a good time.

Oh.

Oh, Jenny.
Such a sour attitude.

Don't ever change.

Unless it's your hair.

You know this tallow is just fat.

Mmm. It's a secret ingredient
in my skincare regimen.

It's amazing how eating
the right combination of things

can really keep
the years at bay.

Right, so, from what we gathered,

it seems the house has been vacant
since the time of the...

Oh! I am so sorry.

What kind of idiot
falls going up the stairs!

I should've seen you.
I don't know how I missed you and...

Hi. Your cute friend
with the little bow tie.

Nice bracelet, by the way.
It's quite the statement piece.

Wait.

You can see Edwin?

Yeah. He's a ghost, right?

- How did you...
- Right, sorry.

I was in a coma, like, a short coma,
from a seriously vicious car accident.

But, um, yeah, when I woke up
I could see ghosts.

Same.

Minus the car accident part,
and the coma part.

I had these sprites almost rip me apart,
turn my hair white,

and now they live in a jar in my room.

Okay. Wow.

I'm Monty, by the way.
So, uh, you must be Edwin.

- And you are?
- Niko.

Nice to meet you, Monty.

- Forty-eight, forty-nine. Hmm?
- What's that?

Counting cats.

Astrology. So cool.

Yeah, wow. That's very Aquarius of you.

How did you know? Do Edwin next.

I do not believe that
human interactions are dictated by stars.

Okay, that's judgmental.

Uh, but also charmingly stubborn.

Capricorn?

2,400 years of patterns
can't be all wrong. Right?

I could give you guys a reading
if you want.

- No.
- Yes.

We live above
the Tongue & Tail Butcher Shop.

Ugh, all right, I suppose.

If you must.

Hard to get, huh?

I respect it.

Uh, I better get these books inside.

It was nice to meet you both.

Oh, my God.

He is so into you.

He's a boy, I'm a boy.
If anything, he just enjoys ghosts.

You do know
two boys can like like each other, right?

I have a lot of manga about it.

It's really sweet and explicit.

Crystal and Charles are waiting.

Oh.

Okay. So, about those photos.

Dead girls, axes, lots of blood.

- I almost died last week, so do you mind...
- Niko.

Do not tell anyone,
as I have a strict reputation to uphold,

but I completely understand.

No one is specific.

Specificity is key.

Specificity keeps the wheels turning.

I would think that you'd understand that,
but then here you are with this request.

You want travel approval
to go to Earth with a form G 1215,

but you only have a vague location.

Vague is the enemy of specificity.

These two boys
are not where they're supposed to be.

The function
of the Lost & Found Department

is to ensure that every dead child
goes to their appointed place.

Children are slippery
and easily fall through the cracks.

You wouldn't want that, now, would you?

Your failure to provide
the correct information

is somehow my fault
for being too detail-oriented?

That's rich.

Section 8, paragraph 11, addendum 83C
on planetary travel

states that access to Earth
is granted within a two-kilometer zone

when apprehending offending ghosts.

Perhaps my superior
should hear about this.

I'm sure she would absolutely love
that you are keeping me from my job.

Good luck getting an appointment
to see her.

We are all too busy.

Look how things are backed up around here.

There's more dead people
than we can process.

Come back with a precise location
on the mortal plane

and I'll grant your travel.

Simple, specific,

and efficient. Hmm?

So the house is being demolished?

Jenny's account of the crime
matches our library findings.

We would have got more
but Esther Finch showed up.

The witch? Was she looking for us?

No. She said she's immortal,
so plenty of time to get revenge.

Being powerful wasn't enough.
She's immortal too.

Told you he'd overreact.
Look, it's a small town, innit?

Doesn't mean she's stalking us.

It's not good she knows
we're still in Port Townsend.

Let's just focus on the haunted house
in front of us.

They're not wasting any time now
that Susan's dead.

It's being torn down tomorrow.

We have one night
to uncover what remains in the house

so that Susan can move on
to her afterlife.

Get comfy. The Cat King said
to keep an eye on the awkward one.

At least we don't have to go inside.
This house is fucked up.

I remember this.
I had the cassette.

Old man got sick of hearing it
and smashed it with a hammer.

I'm sorry,
your dad smashed your tape with a hammer?

I mean, yeah, but not a big deal.

It does beg the question,
who's playing it in this abandoned house?

♪ Prove yourself... ♪

Is that him?

Crazy dad.

But he's a ghost. Why can't he see us?

And why did he use the door?

♪ Watch it now ♪

♪ The eagle in the sky ♪

♪ How he dancin' one and only ♪

♪ You, lose yourself... ♪

Sorry. Hey, I'm Crystal.
We're friends of your sister, Susan.

♪ Be yourself ♪

♪ Give your free will a chance ♪

Uh, guys, he's got the axe.

Brandon?

What are you doing?

I found the letter.

Think you can leave me for Hudson?

None of you can leave me.

♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

Please! No! No! Please!

Stop! No!

♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

- He... He butchered them.
- Right.

- We can't let him get away with that.
- Let's go.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait! We don't have
all the information yet.

Did they move on?

You would know if Death came.

You'd see us running
in the other direction, for one thing.

Edwin, mate, any ideas?

I'm not entirely sure yet.

I am entirely sure
that I'm traumatized for life.

Mom, I'm starting the movie!

Can you tell Dad to turn down his music?

Right. What's this, then?

I don't... I don't understand.

♪ Take your chances, win or loser ♪

♪ Say you don't want to chance it... ♪

Brandon, are you coming down?

At least turn the music down!

♪ The eagle in the sky ♪

♪ You, lose yourself... ♪

What's he doing?

Uh... You know
how he is when he gets stressed.

Just leave him be.

♪ You've got to want to succeed... ♪

Brandon?

What are you doing?

I found the letter.

Think you can leave me for Hudson?

None of you can leave me.

Oh, no. It's happening again.

Mom! No!

♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

♪ After my own indecision
They confused me so... ♪

How do we stop this?

We can't just sit here
and watch this happen.

It's like...
It's like they're stuck on repeat.

That's exactly what it is.

If I'm right, it's a loop.

And they've been stuck in it since 1994.

He's been killing his family
over and over again since 1994?

Can they feel it?

Edwin, is that even possible?

Jesus, I can't watch this again.

What do you know about something called...

...the Stone Tape theory?

What are you doing?

Token object reading?

Think you can leave me for Hudson?

Psychometry? Nothing?

The texts in our office
aren't just for display.

Less scolding, more reminding me.

Just what the fuck is it?

On rare occasions, if the emotional trauma
of a death is visceral enough,

it can leave a psychic imprint
on the space, in the walls around.

This locks those spirits
into a kind of loop,

unable to change anything,
unaware they're even dead.

- Ghosts in a trap.
- These women have been forced

to live the most painful moment
of their life

over and over again for 30 years?

You cannot get off a carousel
that never stops.

They're lost,
unable to move on to their afterlife.

There's gotta be something we can do
to help them move on.

In theory, these cases have a trigger,

an event that caused the loop.

Find it, remove it,
that should break the cycle.

So...

Okay, if we find
what sent that shit dad over the edge,

- we can free them?
- Exactly.

The letter. He said he found a letter
from a bloke called Hudson.

Jenny said there was a rumor
the mom had an affair.

Dad finds out, fragile male ego snaps,
goes all Jack Torrance in The Shining.

- What is The Shining?
- A horror film.

So, we're looking for a love letter.

It's getting late.

Without a space to contain the loop,
these ghosts will be destroyed.

They're already dead.
What do you mean "destroyed"?

Erased. No afterlife, no closure,
just darkness forever.

It's the worst thing to happen to a ghost.

Time's not on our side.

Tick-tock.

You think the girl and dark-haired one
will hook up?

Take this seriously, okay?

But also, yeah, they'll hit it.

Litty?

We always find mysterious things.

But there's no point being scared
on an empty stomach.

Have a peanut.

Mmm.

Dinner alone on a Friday night?
How sad.

It's okay. The others are working a case
at a spooky house across town.

- We heard.
- We heard about that.

Looks like they left you behind
because you fucking suck.

You do seem to suck, girl.

They didn't leave me behind.

- Sad?
- You are.

- Your hair is sad.
- I'll cry.

I asked to stay back,
and Edwin was completely understanding.

I'm sobbing. Must be nice
to have understanding friends.

It is. I don't have many friends.

- Makes sense.
- I'm surprised.

Yeah, obviously.

Now you'll have even less,
'cause they're gonna die.

They're all gonna fucking die.

No friends, but you're fine.

Wait. Stop.

- We don't need the sweater. We're good.
- No, no, no!

No!

We were fucking kidding!
Can't you take a joke?

Hold my hand, Litty.
I don't like sweaters.

Stupid fucking bitch!

I'm sorry, I'm upset.

♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

Hey, uh, I heard a noise next door,
by the vent.

I found her diary.

Hope's diary.

"It's like Dad's always watching me."

"I can't get away with anything."

"I'm on eggshells trying not to break
one of his crazy rules."

"But they keep getting stricter."

"Graduation can't come soon enough."

What kind of rules, do you think?

Do you remember, um...

what I said about my dad

when we saw my folks through the mirror?

Yeah, you said he was...

rough.

Right.

But it was more than that.

I do check in on my parents
because... 'Cause I miss them.

But I'm also making sure that...

That my dad isn't hurting my mum

like he'd hurt me.

He was such a cunt.

And I could never make him happy.

No matter how nice I was,
or how good at sports I was, or whatever.

This girl,

she knew what that's like.

Now she's stuck.

Charles, I am so sorry.

- Are you...
- Come! I found something!

It's okay.

♪ Move yourself... ♪

Charles, have you been crying?

No, mate.
It's the dust in this place or whatever.

What did you find?

It's an acceptance letter to a university.
Somewhere called Milwaukee.

Hope was leaving.

Uni? What happened to love letters?

Check the masthead.

The school is called Hudson University.

Okay, let's speed things up.

Charles, in Hope's diary it said
this maniac was super-controlling.

If he found out
one of the girls was leaving...

"You think you can leave me for Hudson?"

It is not his wife
leaving him for another man.

It's his daughter
going away to university.

This acceptance letter is the trigger.

Let's keep the bastard
from getting his hands on it.

Good luck finding it now, asshole.

Uh...

Crystal.

♪ Move yourself ♪

♪ You always live your life ♪

♪ Never thinking of the future ♪

♪ Prove yourself ♪

♪ You are the move you make ♪

♪ Take your chances, win or loser ♪

♪ See yourself... ♪

Brandon, are you coming down?

At least turn the music down!

♪ So the story goes... ♪

- What are you doing?
- Think you can leave me for Hudson?

Guys, why didn't it work?

How do we break this bloody loop?

- What's her name?
- Niko.

How do you know?

- Because I pay attention.
- All right.

Afraid of the storm?
Know what I'm afraid of?

The dark. Hint, hint.

I'm not afraid of the storm.

I was confused
when you let your friends who saved you

go to that scary house alone,

but now I see you're just a little bitch.

- Ow! Oh, my God!
- Mmm!

Don't say that.

Did being a coward come naturally?

Or did it take years of practice?

I just have a very rational fear of death.

Anyone can die. My dad died.

And I literally almost died yesterday.

- That is dumber than your face.
- What's that have to do with anything?

They can die
and you'll live with the guilt forever.

Yeah.

You're saying I should go?

Do whatever you want.
I can't be bothered.

- Yeah.
- You're right.

I should be helping.

- You hungry?
- So hungry.

- Babe, do you have any food?
- We're hungry.

- Hello? Hello?
- Sweetie? Food.

- Where you going?
- Do you have food?

Pot. Okay, that's here,
and then the spoon.

- Talk it out before you leave.
- You're not scary.

- Hello?
- Okay.

Where are you going?

Are you leaving us here?

Thanks, guys!

Okay.

Bye.

Cool, Litty. If she dies,
who's gonna let us out of this jar?

I feel like
I'm doing all of this by myself.

God!

I hate you!

Well, I hate you too!

Removing the trigger should've worked.

Unless that letter wasn't the trigger.

Do either of you hear that?

It's hard with music, but it's... That.

- It's like a clicking sound.
- Really, do try to pay attention.

Don't slag her off just because you aren't
the all-knowing expert on everything.

What exactly
is your malady today, Charles?

You're not yourself at all.

I'm sick of watching this asshole
kill his family a million times

for no fucking reason.

Tried it your way and it did nothing.

Sod it, let's try mine.

Charles, what are you doing?

Think you're big and tough with that axe?
Big guy killing a bunch of women?

Try this then.

You hurt?

Let's get you off the floor.

Okay, you have to get up now.
Edwin, what is going on?

This shouldn't happen.
He's right, I don't know everything.

- Charles? Can you hear me? Charles!
- Hey.

- We need to move him.
- Charles, come on!

- Charles! Move!
- Come on!

- Move him!
- I'm trying!

Try harder!

Where the hell did he go?

- Edwin!
- I, um...

He would need a mirror
for spatial dislocation, so it's not...

- Charles?
- Can you hear me?

Where did you go? Charles!

- This is not funny!
- Hey, Charles!

Charles, where are you?

- Charles?
- Charles!

He's here.

Thank God. There he is.

Don't slag her off because you aren't
the all-knowing expert on all things.

Oh, no.

I'm sick of watching this asshole
kill his family a million times

for no fucking reason.

Tried it your way and it did nothing.

Sod it.

Let's try mine.

- Think you can leave me for Hudson?
- Think you're tough with that axe?

Big guy killing a bunch of women?

Try this then.

He's stuck in the loop too.

Makes no sense.
To get imprinted into the loop

would take a strong emotional response
to the trauma.

Isn't it obvious?
Charles dealt with some serious abuse.

He looks at Mr. Devlin, sees his own dad.

His father was not a nice man.

Okay, that's very British of you.
His dad was bad, Edwin.

Royally fucked-up bad.

He hit Charles and his mom.

Why do you think
he puts on a happy face all the time?

'Cause he's just Charles.

No one's that happy all the time.

I've known him for decades.
I'd know if something was amiss.

You just said it would take
an incredibly strong emotion

to get someone new stuck in the loop,
and Charles is stuck.

You're the detective.
Deduce what that means.

He's been hiding it from you.
Probably been hiding it from himself.

- He wouldn't hide things from me.
- You insane? Everyone keeps secrets.

Like you're totally honest
about everything in your life?

Look, whatever, okay?
We need to help Charles.

Is there anything in that crazy
infinite backpack you could use?

It took Charles years
to learn how to use it.

If I stick my hand in there,
it'll be torn off.

- You should know that by now!
- How am I supposed to know?

How am I supposed to think
with this music?

I am being stalked by a demon.
I have no idea who I am.

And the only person who's got my back
needs my help,

and we have zero clue what to do.

If I have to hear that goddamn song
one more time, I am gonna lose my shit.

The music.

Crystal, that's brilliant.

We have searched the house.
Have you seen a victrola anywhere?

- A what?
- A victrola. A phonograph. A stereo.

Where is the music coming from?

Somewhere in this house
is a room we haven't found yet.

Oh, shit, yes. Brandon controlled
the volume with the remote upstairs.

At least turn the music down!

Uh, he pointed it this way.

Ugh.

Quick. Give me a hand with this.

♪ You always live your life ♪

♪ Never thinking of the future ♪

♪ Prove yourself ♪

♪ You are the move you make ♪

♪ Take your chances, win or loser ♪

♪ See yourself ♪

♪ You are the steps you take ♪

♪ You and you, and that's the only way ♪

♪ Shake, shake yourself
You're every move you make... ♪

What the devil is this place?

Clearly, the police never found it.

♪ Owner of a lonely heart... ♪

Oh, my God.

Son of a bitch owned an electronics store.

See, Hope wasn't just paranoid.

She said
he always knew what she was doing.

Because he was watching.

Explains how he knew exactly where to find
that letter in the locked drawer.

♪ In the end you've got to go ♪

- ♪ Look before you leap ♪
- ♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

You said the loop is imprinted
into the walls of the house.

If it's not the music,
could it imprint into something else?

Like the VHS tape?

The what?

No!

If this is holding the loop,

destroying it would be the same
as destroying the house. I could lose...

We could lose Charles.

The loop is recorded on this tape.

If we can't destroy it, what if...

- What if we remove its images?
- Explain more.

Like you said with that ugly guy's
cursed painting and the turpentine.

Erase the image...

And the curse.

The tape is like 4,000 paintings.

We could record new images over them,
or static, even.

It is a risk, but may actually work.

Just be ready to run.

Once they're freed, Death will come.

We've been running from her
for over three decades.

We cannot be here to be claimed
with the Devlins. Understand?

Okay.

I don't know how this works.

Luckily, I watched a lot of '80s movies.

♪ Owner of a lonely heart... ♪

You don't hear that?

Shh!

It's a Misery Wraith.
I'd often see them skulking about Hell.

They feed off of negative emotions.

The pain in the loop must've drawn it.

A brutal, bloody murder wasn't bad enough?

Think happy thoughts
and quickly, quietly finish.

Happy thoughts?

Attract it with negativity, it will break
your mind, feed off your agony for years.

Damn it. I know you choose the worst times
to show up, on purpose.

Um, actually I'm here to help.

Crystal, what's happening?

Can't you mess around with my head
some other time, David?

Damn it. Crystal, if you can hear me,
try to stay positive.

All right, Edwin. You'll have to try
and stop this loop yourself.

Crystal, I am so bored of hanging around
the abandoned roller skating rink in town,

terrorizing teenagers.

Just let me crawl back in there
and I'll destroy that thing.

God, you're such a...

No, no. I am thinking happy thoughts.

But I feel the negative vibes in you.

It's gonna get you killed,
but it's also such a turn-on.

No. My friends need my help.

Those tortured women need my help.

I gotta say, these new friends of yours,
they make you so boring.

You used to be such a good time.

You used to be such a good time.

You used to be such a good time.
Such a good time.

You used to be such a good time.

Why did you make me do those things?

Oh, I can't make you do anything.

It's getting closer.

Well, if you ever want to know for sure
what's real and what's not,

I'll need to get back in there.

She said record.

♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

- It's working.
- Go to hell.

Crystal!

You don't have to love me,
or even like me,

but somehow, I'm getting back in there.

Okay, I am done wasting my energy
on your fuck-boy bullshit.

What happened? Did it work?

I don't know.
Quickly, I can't hold it for long.

Charles.

Crystal, we did it.

Holy shit, we actually did.

Hey.

They are free.

Death will come.

Plus, there's a thing with no face
upstairs eating pain, so, let's go.

You put yourself in danger
knowing Death could...

A good detective does what he must
to close the case.

It's really beautiful.

The next one won't be so pretty.

Thanks for getting that thing
away from me.

You really had my back.

And I must admit that you did some
very good detective work tonight, Crystal.

Mmm?

Didn't she, Charles?

- Charles?
- Hmm?

Oh. Absolutely. Saved my neck, didn't you?
Totally aces.

Yeah, well, if what David
showed me tonight is for real,

I'm not so sure
I'm totally aces as a person.

Demons lie, Crystal.

I heard what you said to him
about saving Charles.

It's not what you did.

It's what you do that matters.

So, Charles,
are you sure you're all right?

What, after being stuck in that loop?

I told you, I'm aces.

Well, if you ever need to talk about...

We closed the case. I'm great.

I'm coming!

Evil go away!

I'm almost there!

Oh, my gosh.

I came to help.

The Internet said that
banging pots and pans

scares away the evil things.

Niko, is that...
Is that a crowbar?

It is.

See? That right there,
that's what I'm talking about.

You say it was a Misery Wraith?

God, that must have been mental.

Did you pull the old
die-and-go-seek maneuver?

Crystal and I tried something new.

Yeah, the old run-for-our-lives maneuver.

It was terrifying.

Well, it's probably dust by now.

The Misery Wraith can't last
without pain to feed on.

There's Monty, our new friend.

Hey.
Wow, quite the crew you got here.

So, he's alive and he can see the boys?

Oh, he can definitely see Edwin.

I'm Charles. Nice to meet you, mate.

Any pal of Edwin's is aces in my book.

Yeah. Sorry, hands are full.

I was polite, wasn't I?

- Awkward.
- Yeah, you did good.

- You're here?
- Yeah.

I am.

I mean, I didn't have much else to go on.
I didn't get your number.

I do not carry a telephone.

Respect.

Oh, uh, but I realized, uh, that Venus
is passing into my, uh, fifth house today,

so I thought it'd be a perfect morning
to give you that reading I promised.

Check out that top book.

- Oh, you really did not have to...
- But I did.

And I'm curious to know what you think.

Ah, well, axe-murder, suicide
Groundhog Day drained me, so, uh...

I'm... I'm gonna head up.

Okay, I'll be up soon.

What do you think this line means?

The red or the pink?

I wouldn't know where to begin.

Okay, okay, let me explain.

Okay, so,
this means you're very protective.

Oh, boy. The Cat King's gonna hate this.

You tell him. I'm not telling him.

Quit loitering, you little shits.

I'll call animal control.

Hmm...

I'm busy.

Unless you've found me the information
to appease the notary, then let me alone.

It's that exactly, ma'am.

There's something you need to see.

These two were on our missing list
for 29 years,

haunting a house
in Port Townsend, Washington.

They have a very interesting story
about two dead boys there.

We were trapped in a nightmare,

and those amazing ghost boys freed us.

Oh, and their living friend,
she helped out too.

They saved us.

Well, now, I dare say they did.

How very gallant of them.

Boop!

Please, girls, tell me everything
about these three young heroes.