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Trick or treat.

There you go. There's candy for you.

Oh, no. Maya, you want more candy?

Say "Trick or treat."

Trick or treat.

Come on, you guys.

Trick or treat.

Okay, the circulatory system

consists of systemic circulation,

pulmonary circulation,

coronary circulation,

and...

Trick or treat!

Blood vessels...

I need the scientific name, please.

Um...

The, um...

Closed cardiovascular system.

Crap! I don't know why I let you

talk me into taking this class.

I don't know why you're stressing.

It's obvious Mr. Drake has the hots for you.

You couldn't flunk his class if you wanted to.

Shut up.

Don't pretend you haven't noticed how he looks at you.

He wants to write a paper on your girl parts.

That is, like, beyond revolting.

Oh, yeah, then why are you blushing?

Because I've eaten my weight in fun-sized candy.

God.

This is beyond lame.

You know, this is our last Halloween

before you leave for Taiwan,

and it's, like, the most important date

in the Wiccan calendar.

We could be out

running around naked in the woods,

celebrating our womanliness.

You know what we could do,

in the spirit of Halloween?

What?

Have a s�ance.

You're making fun of me?

No, I just think it could be cool.

It's not really the kind of thing

you want to play around with.

All right, never mind, it was a lame idea.

But do you really think it's possible

to contact spirits?

I don't know, I guess so. Do you?

Well, we must go somewhere when we die.

Don't you want to believe your mom

is somewhere right now, looking down at you?

Sorry, Shelb, I didn't mean...

No, it's fine. It's fine.

I guess it wouldn't hurt to make a Spirit Box.

What's that?

It's, um, like a device used to contact spirits.

I don't know if it really works.

I read about it in one of my books.

That sounds cool. How do we make one?

Aah!

Aah!

So what do we do now?

Uh, so now each of us puts

two fingers in the pointer

and starts asking questions.

What kind of questions?

Like,

are there any spirits here with us now?

If so, we beseech thee to send us a sign.

Beseech thee?

If you can do better, be my guest.

Look, spirits, it's getting late, and I have to pee.

So if you're gonna say something,

you'd better say it.

If you're not going to be serious, we can...

Holy crap, did you see that?

Uh-huh.

You didn't move it, did you?

No.

You swear?

What do we do?

Keep asking questions, I guess.

Spirit,

can you tell us your name?

"M."

"L."

"E."

Initials?

Her name?

What kind of a name is M-L-E?

Oh, my God, Emily.

As in Emily D'Angelo.

How do we know it's not someone

pretending to be Emily?

You know, like in an Internet chat room?

Um, well, let's test it.

Um,

if you're really the spirit of Emily D'Angelo,

tell us how you killed yourself.

"M."

"R."

"D."

"R."

M-R-D-R.

Murder?

Are you trying to tell us

you didn't kill yourself, Emily?

Tell us who murdered you, Emily.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

??

How well did you know her?

Not very.

We were on the cheerleading squad together,

but it's not like we were best friends or anything.

Why would she contact us?

Why not one of her friends,

like Meg Shames or Kris Zineskin?

Why don't we try asking her?

Girls, it's a school night.

Just ten more minutes, Dad?

You know you have to be in the pool bright and early

if you're going to win anything this year.

Time to go, Becca.

Now there's basically two kinds of tourniquets...

Those that are used in surgery,

and those that are used

in emergency situations,

like what you're practicing right now.

It was probably just the pervy janitor, Mr. Mays.

He wouldn't be the first old guy

to get off spying on teen girls

in their bathing suits.

It wasn't the janitor.

Something weird happened to me this morning, too,

but I wasn't going to tell you

because I didn't want to freak you out.

Look at the text message I got.

How are you ladies doing over here?

Fine.

Let me check that.

It feels good. Thanks.

Keep up the good work.

Thanks, Mr. Drake.

We never should have made that Spirit Box.

I feel like we opened a door or something.

A door that's supposed to stay shut.

The only way we're going to shut it

is if we help Emily get what she wants.

Justice?

Revenge.

So when are we going to try the Spirit Box again?

I guess tonight.

We can't do it at my house.

I can tell my dad's worried

I'm turning into a satanist or something.

I know someplace we can go instead.

We should get a strong signal out here.

Signal?

You know, like with cell phones.

Are we getting close?

I think so, it's... aah!

Oh, my God. Aah!

This is where they found her.

I remember hearing

the 1056 coming over the scanner.

That's the police code for suicide.

My dad came home really upset.

Turtles ate her eyes.

I heard she text messaged her suicide note

to a bunch of people.

Jody Webber and Mark Getty

both said they got one.

But that would be so easy to fake.

I mean, whoever killed her

could have sent the text message

after she was dead.

Should we try the Spirit Box? Yeah.

Okay, you wait here, I'll go get it. Okay.

What happened? There's something down there.

It tried to pull me in the water.

What do you mean, someone tried to pull you?

Come on... we have to get out of here, Becca!

Wait, we just got here!

Shelby!

Well?

How did you get this?

Easy. I, uh,

dropped by my dad's office last night

to bring him dinner,

and while he was in the bathroom washing up,

I slipped into the records room

and borrowed it.

The toxicology report

found lethal levels of barbsieconyl

and alcohol in her bloodstream.

I Googled barbsieconyl.

It turns out it's some kind of prescription sedative,

or, at least, it was.

What do you mean, was?

Well, it hasn't been on the market since '99.

The question is,

why take sleeping pills and booze

if you're already planning on drowning yourself?

Because you're really determined?

Or because someone's making sure you don't put up a fight

as he pushes your car in the water?

Oh, God. Yeah.

The only thing I haven't figured out

is how he got her to take the sleeping pills

in the first place.

Well, easy. He dissolved them in the alcohol. Oh.

Hey, there's Meg Shames.

Here, wait here, I'll go talk to her. Okay.

Hey, Meg. Hey, wait up.

Hey, Becca, what's up?

You know your mom and I went to school together?

Mr. Drake.

I don't know if she mentioned it,

but we were in the first graduating class.

Oh, cool. Yeah.

I was, um,

I was sorry to hear when she died.

Thanks.

She was very beautiful,

your mom.

And you remind me of her.

You know,

when I first saw you, I had to

kind of do a double-take,

because it was like looking at her twin.

I should be getting to Spanish, so...

Don't want to make you tardy. Bye.

Bye.

Okay, cool, thanks. I'll see you later.

All right.

What was that about?

I'm not sure.

So what did Meg Shames have to say?

Emily didn't have any enemies,

or disgruntled exes, or anything.

That creepy thyroid case Christian Bosh,

who was expelled last year,

was apparently stalking her,

but it sounded like it was pretty harmless.

Whoa, rewind.

What do you mean he was stalking her?

He was just always following her around,

sending her weird drawings.

He carved her name in his leg

with a ballpoint pen.

You're home early.

I got to catch a quick shower

before I meet up with your Aunt Jenna.

Do you, like, have a thing for her?

What are you talking about?

She's my sister-in-law.

Some people might consider you two

spending this much time together to be...

What?

Inappropriate.

Well, some people would be wrong.

And other people

need to remember it's trash night.

The recyclables need to go out...

Paper and plastic.

Janitor says he leaves the door propped open

every morning at 5:00 for the swim team.

So anybody could have gotten in.

No idea what this means?

Then we have nothing to go on here.

I think it might have been this kid

who got expelled from our school, Christian Bosh.

Okay.

Well, see if we have an address on this Bosh kid

and pick him up for questioning.

Well?

He says he was nowhere near the pool this morning.

And you believe him?

Gave me the name of a supervisor

who could confirm it.

Any chance what happened this morning

was some kind of a practical joke?

One of your friends pulling a post-Halloween prank?

Maybe one of your exes, like, what's his name,

Jeff, Joe... Josh.

It wasn't him.

It wasn't a joke.

You want to tell me what's going on, B?

Ready?

E-A-S-T

G-L-E-N-N.

East Glenn.

We're devils

till the end!

He's your dad. Why didn't you tell him?

What do you want me to say?

A talking pizza box told us

that Emily D'Angelo was murdered,

and now whoever it was that's killed her

is threatening me?

Becca, you feel like joining us?

Coming.

Ow!

What's wrong?

My stomach. I've been feeling weird all morning.

Becca!

Don't touch me!

Take her to the nurse. Okay.

My stomach.

It hurts. Aah!

Okay, okay.

Oh, God!

I think something's inside of me.

Oh, my God!

Emily.

Oh, my God.

So you came to the memorial service?

Mmm-hmm.

The whole pep squad did.

Emily, can you hear us?

It's Shelby and Becca.

If you're there, we need you to communicate with us.

I know we didn't really know each other that well,

but we want to help you.

Emily,

tell us who murdered you.

"M."

"R."

"D."

"R."

Yes, okay. We already know that.

"A."

"K."

"E."

Whose initials are A-K-E?

It's not initials.

M-R...

D-R-A-K-E.

Mr. Drake.

Oh, my God, Mr. Drake.

Why would he want to kill her?

Hey!

Crap.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Hey, what are you doing?

Stop!

Stop right now!

Where were you?

Jeez.

Scared the crap out of me.

What are you doing just sitting there in the dark?

Who were you with?

Becca.

Drinking? No.

Drugs? No.

No drugs, no cigarettes, no boys.

What, then?

Just driving around.

Just driving around?

Any stops?

Would you quit interrogating me? God.

As soon as you start telling me the truth.

Okay, we stopped once at Lawn Hurst.

The cemetery? Why?

We were having a s�ance.

A s�ance?

Yeah, trying to communicate with a dead person.

Your mother?

No, this girl from our school

who supposedly committed suicide... Emily D'Angelo.

So you lied to me this morning

when you told me you had no idea

what the note from the locker room meant.

I... I didn't...

I mean, I lied. I'm sorry.

What did you mean that Emily D'Angelo

supposedly committed suicide?

She didn't kill herself.

She was murdered by our teacher Mr. Drake.

What the hell are you talking about?

Becca has a theory that they were having an affair.

She said that Emily

was his favorite on the cheerleading squad

and they were always flirting

and being really inappropriate around each other.

And we don't know if Emily threatened

to tell his wife or Principal Micawitz,

but he must have gotten scared,

so he asked her to meet him out by the river,

and we figure he dissolved a bunch of barbsieconyl capsules

into wine or something and gave it to her.

Back up.

How did you know that the D'Angelo girl

had barbsieconyl in her system?

That was never made public.

I snuck a peek at her police file.

The other night when you came to my office to bring me dinner.

I'm really sorry.

Sorry?

Do you realize I could... I could lose my job

if this got out, B?

I just wanted to find something

to make you reopen the case.

Based on what?

A testimony of a ghost?

Daddy.

Don't "daddy" me.

Consider yourself under house arrest

until further notice.

From now on, you come straight home from school.

No phones, no text messaging,

no visitors, and that includes Becca.

What happened?

This morning at practice

I was doing a handspring

and something pulled me down.

She was at the pool, too.

Emily's trying to reach out to us.

Hey, Becca.

What'd the doctor say about your knee?

Looks like a torn ACL.

Ohh.

I still can't believe you hurt yourself

doing that handspring.

You've done that move, like, what, 100 times?

I wasn't paying attention.

I've been a little distracted lately.

We'll miss you out there.

I'm sure you'll manage without me.

How you doing, Shelby?

Um, ahem, fine.

I'll see you guys in class.

God, I can barely look at him.

I know. We have to do something about him.

Like what?

Like convince your dad to reopen Emily's case.

I already told you, he said no.

He just... he doesn't believe us.

He'll have to if we show him proof.

And I know where we can get it.

What is that?

Drake's house key.

How did you get it?

I've been watching Drake's place.

They leave a hide-a-key out for the maid.

So the other morning,

I borrowed it and had it duped.

What if his wife comes home while I'm inside? She won't.

She's a doctor, and her practice

is on the other side of town.

And anyway, I'll be out here keeping watch.

Is that what I think it is?

My dad got it for my step-mom for protection

when he left for Taiwan.

I'm in.

Good.

Now start with the medicine cabinet in their bathroom.

Look for prescription bottles

with a label that says barbsieconyl.

What if he ripped the label off?

Look for shiny red or black pills.

Oh, my God.

What? What is it?

Um, masks,

just like the one the stalker was wearing.

They're hanging on the wall.

Bastard.

Look, you've got to find those pills

so we can nail him.

Why would he keep

the murder weapon around, though?

One, because it's not a weapon.

And two, because nobody suspects Emily was murdered.

Plus, you got to figure any guy

who murdered the girl he was having an affair with

can't be sleeping well.

I guess.

Shelby? Shelby, can you hear me?

Becca?

Shelby?

Hey, it's me. The call dropped.

I'm getting, like, one signal bar in here.

You need to look everywhere, okay?

Did you find the medicine cabinet?

Make sure you look at every pill case.

Did you find anything yet?

Not in the medicine cabinet.

Oh, damn.

I guess you should start searching the bedrooms.

What are you doing?

Checking under the bed.

Shelby, what is it? Are you okay?

No, it's...

It's just the stupid dummy Drake uses

in his first aid class.

Oh, creepy.

What about the nightstand?

I already looked.

Hold on a second.

Becca, I found them.

They look exactly like you described.

Becca?

No.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, pick up.

This is Shelby.

I'm either busy or avoiding you,

so please leave a message after the beep.

Oh.

Come on, come on, come on, pick up.

Olivia?

Honey, you home?

Shelby.

This is Shelby. I'm either busy...

9-1-1. What's the emergency?

Hi, um, yes, I need to report a break in

that's happening, like, right now.

You.

How'd you get in here? What the hell is going on?

I, um... I don't... Answer me.

I've been thinking about you.

What?

Ever since the other day at school.

I know that this is really weird,

and it's wrong, really.

And it's... and it's...

It's totally inappropriate,

but I just can't stop thinking about what you said

about how you think that I'm beautiful

like my mom.

Nobody's ever said that to me before.

Guys at school don't even notice me.

They look at me like I'm some sort of plant life.

But not you, Mr. Drake.

I do think you're very beautiful.

Shelby?

The police are on the way.

Go sit out on the steps and wait for them, okay?

I hope you can rest now, Emily.

Shelby,

I was wondering when you were gonna call.

Becca, I'm at the cemetery.

Emily's grave is fake.

Her body isn't even buried here.

It's just some guy who died 20 years ago.

Seriously? That's so weird.

Can you hold on a sec?

Why would someone do that?

No idea.

You said you went to her funeral.

Yeah, maybe somebody at the cemetery

is, like, double selling burial plots or something.

Becca, what did you do?

Me?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Where's Emily really buried?

You know, now that you mention it,

I think I heard she was cremated.

Becca.

What's it matter now?

Mr. Drake deserved to die.

Mr. Drake didn't kill Emily.

You did.

You were the one

who took her to the river.

You were the one who drugged her.

You were the one who texted

that suicide note from her phone.

And you planted those sleeping pills

in Drake's house for me to find.

The stalker at the pool.

I thought the mask was a nice touch.

Pretending to hurl Emily's necklace.

And freaking me out when I was swimming.

Aah!

Whoa. That wasn't me.

That was just you

and your overactive imagination.

Honest to God, Shelby,

you don't exactly make it hard

with all your Wiccan crap and your new age books.

But, hey, look on the bright side,

now you can use the Spirit Box

to contact your mom.

Oh.

You know what, sorry.

I forgot,

that was actually me all along, too.

You're sick.

Becca, you won't get away with this.

Sweetie, I already have.

Mr. Drake killed Emily.

You proved it.

And you might want to go online

and look up extradition treaties.

I think you'll find that

Taiwan doesn't have any with the U.S.

It's just one of the great things about this place.

Oh, and the fact that there's no drinking age.

Bye.

Just tell me one thing.

What? What is it?

Why?

Why did you do it?

Because he was mine first.

I'm going to make you pull a muscle that way.

You can stretch it out.

No.

Let me out of here!

Oh, God.

No!

Somebody help me!

Get me out of here!

Please, somebody get me out of here!

Aah! Help me!

Please!

Somebody get me out of here!

No!

No!

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