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Previously
on School Spirits.

Wake up!

You should tell the cops
it was Maddie.

Claire's ready to go
to the cops.

Turn her in.

It's a death map.

Her name's Janet Hamilton.

She's the reason I'm here.
I need you.

Where the hell is my body?

You just tell me how I can help.

How long was Janet
down here?

-He stands?
-

Where did you
get this?

Janet, I asked you a question.

Where did you get this?

For heaven's sakes, Joe,
she just woke up.

Poor gal's been studying
so hard,

-she slept right through...
-Mother, please.

Is it a gift
from that chemistry teacher?

Janet?

Did he go to this college?

It's the, it's the...

-It's the University of Chicago.
-I didn't hear you.

Mr. Martin went
to the University of Chicago.

That catalog is from...

Is he encouraging you
to go to this here school?

It has a superior program
in chemical engineering.

Perhaps your brother
can take advantage of it

when the time comes.

Why?

Dale's not even interested in...

There's only one person
who need attend college

in this family, Janet.

It would be better
for you to apply

that overactive brain
to something useful.

Like finding a husband,
someone to take care of you.

And you could show
your gratitude

by giving him a house
full of healthy children.

Or maybe I can take care
of myself

and I don't want
a house full of children.

We speak with grace and respect

in this God-fearing household,
young lady.

Now, you can take care of that

so no one around here gets hurt.

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah... ♪

♪ Don't forget me
when I'm gone ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah... ♪

♪ Don't forget me
when I'm gone, gone ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah... ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah... ♪

♪ Don't you forget me... ♪

♪ Don't forget me
when I'm gone ♪

♪ Don't you forget me
when I'm gone ♪

♪ Don't you forget me... ♪

♪ Don't forget me
when I'm gone ♪

Rhonda.

-What are you doing?
-I think this is me.

What?

Look at the jawline.

Crooked baby finger.

Mr. Martin wrote
in this notebook

that I haunt this corner
of the second floor.

Yeah, but he didn't mean
literally.

Oh, no, I guess he did.

Weren't your bones buried?

How do I know? I wasn't there.

My mother could have donated
my body...

What the hell, Rhonda? Jesus.

This is not about you.
We're helping Maddie, all right?

What, like she's the only one
of us

that's separated from her body?

At least yours is out there

sunbathing or getting
a foot massage.

Is that supposed to make
me feel better?

The rest of us lab rats
have nothing

but the cryptic scribblings
of a devious chemistry teacher.

Yeah, who you were swapping
intel with behind our backs.

Is there anything else you
forgot to tell us?

Okay, guys, can we please stop
fighting and put this energy

into focusing
on where Janet may be?

Yeah, or at least Mr. Martin.

-He's not in this building.
-How do you know that?

Because I've been around longer
than a blue M&M, Moose.

Call it intuition, but I feel
it in my bones.

Okay, you're not funny.
Also, I think I have an idea.

So, team, huddle up.

Okay, so...

Here it is. This is our school.

Mr. Martin, what we're gonna do

is we're gonna fan out,

and we're gonna run
a naked bootleg.

We're all gonna come inside.

Charley, you're gonna reach
around the back,

and you are gonna slip in
through the backside.

I'm gonna run a fake...

Um, are you understanding
any of this?

No idea, but you're blushing.

I'm making this
confusing.

I'm making it confusing.

This is our line of scrimmage,
but imagine it upside down.

-Okay, Wally?
-Yeah?

We may need to go buy
another playbook

because we've been scouring
the fallout shelter

for the last three days

and there's still no sign
of Mr. Martin or Janet.

I know, but I just thought if we
looked at the individual notes

that he kept on each of us...

We have, and somehow
you still think

being referred to
as a devoted sheepdog

-is a good thing.
-Well, if Mr. Martin is...

Gone.
Mr. Martin is gone. He's gone.

Okay? He probably jumped
beyond the fence or something.

I mean, if Janet could just
climb into Maddie's body,

who knows what her
Dr. Frankenstein could do.

-Who's Dr. Frankenstein?
-Oh, dear God.

Almost done here.

-Do you want us to leave?
-No, you're fine.

How are you feeling?
You ready to go home.

Your father should be here soon.

You've made
a remarkable recovery.

She's right.

Over the weekend,
we were praying.

I even stuck a prayer card
on your lamp.

Well,
Saint Raphael must have helped

because you are
one lucky young man.

Hey, man.

Hey, I heard the good news.

Official discharge at 10:00 a.m.

Why didn't you wanna ride
with me?

I had some stuff
to take care of.

Like what? Going to the cops?

And what if he did?

We're all going
to have to eventually.

-Why the cops?
- Of course

you would think
that's a good idea.

Why don't you two just skip
in there together?

Who cares if it screws up
Maddie's future?

What's this got to do
with Maddie?

They want the cops to know
that she stole your truck

so she'll never come back.

What?

Maddie took my truck?

Backed into me?

So the person in the hood,
the person that I was chasing,

-you're saying that that was...
- Yes.

-And also no.
-What?

What does no mean?

Okay.

I know that person may
have looked like Maddie.

It doesn't mean it was Maddie.

-We have a video.
-You do?

Yeah, we all saw her face,
Simon.

Okay.

Maddie, or at least her spirit,

it's trapped in our school.

I mean, she can't leave,

but her body, or at least
the girl in it,

she croaked like 60-some years
ago.

Her name's Janet.

And she basically stole
Maddie's shell.

And we have to help her
get it back

so Maddie's bones and her
spirit can reunite.

Do we have to pray for you too?

Look, I could probably explain
this a lot better.

Yeah, if you passed out
mushrooms.

I know, I know, I know.
I sound insane.

No, you zoomed past insane

when you said the dead girl
stole her bones.

So she's trapped in the school?

According to Maddie,
there are others with her.

She's not alone.

But every time she tries
to leave the campus,

there's like this force
that hurls them back.

So you're saying that

Maddie's a ghost
and you've spoken to her?

Okay, I'm not up for 8:00 a.m.
zombie talk.

I have cheer practice
and a Spanish quiz.

Claire, the person
who hit Xavier is a stranger.

Maddie would never intentionally
back over Xavier.

Am I right, Nicole?

Right now, I might back
over somebody.

You seriously
have to talk to someone.

Maybe not trapped in the school.
You're delulu.

Hey, text me if you want me

to bring anything by your house.

Simon, you need to touch grass.

Who are the others?

-Trapped in the school?
- A teacher?

Locked her up? For how long?

We stopped counting
the scratches after 150.

Wait, she was down there
for months?

We're sort of in the middle
of a family crisis right now.

Yeah, maybe you just wanna
go back

to marching band practice, okay?

She said it was time to wake up.

Yeah, well, I thought
you'd toss the horn

and change into a fabric
that at least breathed.

Are those even pants?

They look like ironed AstroTurf.

They're highly resistant
to the elements.

If that's a map,
I could really use one.

I kind of forgot where
the bathrooms are.

That's a map of all the places
in the school where people...

-died.
-Did anyone die in a bathroom?

Oh my God, Rhonda,
can you please take her back?

-Why me?
-Because...

you wake it, you buy it.

Do you know where Mr. Martin
may be hiding?

Dead chemistry teacher,
about this tall,

dark hair,
smells like stale coffee.

Never mind.

Okay, we need to figure out
why Mr. Martin

drew a "Y" over the greenhouse.

Yuri!

Wait.

"Y" could be for Yuri.
That must be where Yuri died.

Is that the dead kid
looping at the pottery wheel?

Uh-huh.

We need to talk to him.

We can't.
He only speaks Russian.

And he's completely out of it.

- You doing okay?
-Yeah.

Listen, if you're worried
about the animal

that plowed into you...

No, I'm not.

Well, good,
because we're getting closer

to finding out who it was.

We tracked down a witness.

-Says they saw something.
-What did they see?

They saw someone in a...

a hooded jacket
around your truck.

-You got any memory at all?
-Nothing.

I barely remember that night.

Here you are, Sheriff.

All right.

-I'll be right back.
-Yeah, all right.

Welcome to
Red Pine County Hospital...

-You looking for me?
-No.

No. Uh...

There were other people sitting
in here the other night.

Tall guy in a fishing vest.

Lady with a Marge Simpson
haircut smoking a cigarette.

Uh, no one's been allowed
to smoke

in this building since 2009.

Right.

Do you speak
any Russian?

I speak dictionary.

What'd you just ask him?

It was supposed to be,
"May I interrupt,"

but I might have just asked
him if he shaves his legs.

Mm-hmm.

Do you speak any English at all?

Yuri, did Mr. Martin
or Janet ever come through here?

All right,
I think we're wasting our time.

This dude spent, like,
50 years inhaling shellac.

Seems like he's been inhaling
more than that.

Have you been
to the greenhouse?

Greenhouse?

Green...house?

Oh, jeez, if we're playing
charades, I call Charley.

Oh, yeah.

We have to talk to everyone,
okay?

Mr. Martin could
have been experimenting

on every dead kid
in this building.

I don't think
that he was doing all that.

Someone else is running around
in my body right now,

and I have no idea where I am.
Or where she is.

I mean, where we are. It...

Even if we did get
her back here,

we have no idea how to undo
a body swap.

Do we? We know nothing.

So please, Rhonda,

do not tell me
we're wasting time.

That was him. He said that.

Hey, look.

We're not stopping
until we get answers, okay?

Right? I promise.

Why don't we go
to the greenhouse,

and we can come up
with a better plan

while we're not inhaling glaze?
Huh?

Okay?

This class could seriously
clean up on Etsy.

Like, I mean, if this
had a brim, I'd wear it.

Janet made that one.

♪ They say the party won't be on
until I get up in the place ♪

♪ Hey, people say my name ♪

♪ Blow it up, blow it up ♪

♪ I wanna see you
Blow it up, blow it up ♪

♪ When you walk in the room
Blow it up, blow it up ♪

♪ I light a fire, babe ♪

♪ Blow it up, blow it up ♪

♪ I make the party go boom ♪

♪ You never see me coming,
see me coming ♪

♪ But I knock you right off
your feet ♪

♪ We make the party go boom ♪

Sorry.

We're cool.

Mandy, can we take
a water break?

-
-Thanks.

You're better than this.

What's her problem?

You should be staring her down.

Does she know how pissed
her parents are

just for, like, hanging out
with him?

I don't know
what last name

she could have used to check in.

It could have been Nears
or Hamilton, but...

she'd definitely be paying
in cash.

All right, come on,
round up, ladies.

Yeah. Okay.
Yeah, thanks for your time.

Uh, I'm calling The Midway.

Ew.

That nasty motel
near the fairgrounds?

No way would Maddie ever sleep
there.

That'd be a step up
from squatting

in one of those dumps her family
used to live in.

-Whose family?
-Okay.

I'm doing a deep dive
the past couple days.

Turns out Janet Hamilton's
family...

Simon, stop.

You gotta stop with this
body-snatching Janet talk.

I'm serious, dude.

I'm saying this with love.

We've gotta be a team.

We can't trust Claire.
She's gonna go to the cops.

But you've gotta get it together
and speak to a professional.

All right. I'm headed to
Bingham County at lunch.

If you still care
and wanna join...

Of course I still care.

I'll drive.

What the fuck?
You speak English?

Wait, and you knew Janet,

and you get to smoke
in this school?

-What should I answer first?
-All of the above.

Uh, yeah. I knew Janet.

She'd come in here every once
in a while.

I spent a decade
or three trying to teach her

how to make a pitcher.

Okay, did she ever say anything
about planning

to steal someone else's body
or where she'd go

when she was in it?

If you're not from Moscow,
where did Yuri come from?

My dad is from Russia.

My mom is from Virginia.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Why did you let
Mr. Martin and everyone else

think that you didn't speak
a word of English?

Well, it got me out of his bogus
traffic school for acceptance.

Yeah, but you spent
decades alone

hypnotized by a pottery wheel.

We all gotta push against
the darkness any way we can.

-Yeah, Mr. Martin used to say...
-Mr. Martin was full of shit.

I don't need to spend my time
questioning why I'm here.

I've got immortal youth.

You know, no shelf life.

No chapped lips.
No regrets, man.

What about you?

Um, do you have regrets?

No.

I mean, um, you know,
if I could redo 10th grade,

I'd probably reconsider

my one-man show
about Mary Todd Lincoln.

Yeah, I'd still do it,
obviously, you know,

just without the, um,
costume or the wig.

That's brave.

What about this box?

Um, did Janet make this box,
too?

Uh-huh.

Okay, wow,
so she also took wood shop.

She was busy.

-What's this?
-What's what?

That was fast.

I didn't expect you
to be back already.

Well, I'm not.

Yeah, my dad
is downloading Hartman.

Basically, once I get back
to school,

I have my doctor's permission

to start falling asleep
in every class.

-
-Finally.

Nice.

How are you doing?

Me? I'm fine.

I mean, you're the one
that almost died.

I did. For a few minutes.

What?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Hey, it's good to see you out
of that place.

Hey, Claire.

If she's out there, Maddie,

I mean, you know that you and I,
we can't be together.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

I mean, of course.

Of course, I mean, if finding
out about us is what made her

-flip out and back a truck--
-I deserved it.

Maybe more.

I should go.

Um, I've already missed
the first period.

-I'll see you.
-I'll see you.

So you're telling me this was
just sitting in there?

-Yeah.
-So he knew Janet?

Yes.
It was under her pot in a box.

I mean, this has to be
the notebook

we couldn't find, right?

The one Mr. Martin
was keeping on Janet?

These first ten pages
are like chemical equations.

I mean, maybe they explain why
these notebooks are still here.

And Janet's pot.

And how Mr. Martin locked
that door on us

and it didn't reset.

I might
as well read this upside down.

Does...

Does any of this make sense
to you?

Maddie, all the chemistry I know
I learned from the professor

on Gilligan's Island.

Where's Rhonda?

Uh, she's trying to lose
the horn player.

Does that horn player
have a name?

-Yeah, horn player.
- It's Quinn.

Maddie?

Hi.

-Do we know anything more?
-No.

No, not yet, but I'm on it.

Any idea why Janet got off
the bus in Rockton?

We only know
what she was running from.

Haven't figured out
what she was running to.

Maybe we gotta ask what she
might be looking for out here.

We're working on it.

Maddie, even if...

Even if we find this person,

do we know if we can get
your body back?

You said you heard her cries
for help,

but you...

you were technically still alive
that day,

walking through a boiler room,
hearing a dead girl.

How?

I don't know.

I can only guess
that I was in a dark place.

I was in pain.

And she was too.

Maybe it's the same reason
you could see and hear me.

Xavier?

Who's on the phone?

Uh, just some friends.

Happy to know I made it out
of the hospital.

Ah. You can add the principal
to that list.

He's gonna speak
with your teachers.

You can work for the rest
of the week from home.

Oh, really?

I mean, I think I'd get
a lot more done

if I just hung out here.

Did my make-up stuff
in the library.

Well, I think you'd probably be
better off at home.

You could lie down.

Well, a library has a couch.

Seriously, I'm gonna get nothing
done in my bedroom.

It's your call, Son.

Hey,
so where are we going now?

I still wanna hit The Midway.

-Maybe that motel in Wammakee.
-It's like 60 miles away.

But it's still in the county.
She bought a county map.

Yeah,
but I think we should maybe...

Nicole, you were there.
You heard what the clerk said.

Someone who looked just like
Maddie bought a map.

A map.

Something they haven't sold
in 10 years.

What's your point?

A map is something a teenager
from 1958 would buy

because they don't own
a freaking phone.

They still think GPS stands
for General Postal Service.

Simon, we are not going back
to that 1958 place again.

Do you hear me?

How come you can only wrap
your mind

around a ghost if it's holy?

We're both raised Catholic,
Nicole.

We both believe in purgatory.

People gotta wait before they
find out where they're headed.

So why can't you believe
Maddie's still waiting

-at Split River High?
-I'm not talking about this.

Why?

Because Maddie's not dead.

Okay, that doesn't mean
she's living in her body.

Hey, hey! Nicole! Oh, come on.

Get in,

but you're not allowed
to ask any more questions.

Okay.

Just one.

What's Brazilian Bum Bum cream,

and is that the same thing
as Butt Butter?

That's two, nerd.

Yo, they got records going back
to the day this place opened.

Is it just me,
or does this look like

something carved into a pyramid?

Please don't hover.

-I hate people who hover.
-I'm not hovering.

I'm six inches away.

That's regulation distance
from our tuba.

Whoa. Guys, check this out.

Okay.

Janet checked out Fahrenheit 451
like four times.

Does that mean anything?

That she liked it.

Make that five times.

Once for the Science Club.

You gonna be okay, Cherry Pop?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Feels like he's staring at me.

You know what?

I wanna figure out
who these science kids are,

because for all we know,
Janet could be racing

around town with one of her
egghead friends right now.

Those eggs are now 83.

Only thing racing are their
pacemakers.

-This is shorthand.
-What?

That code, the loopy slashes
and hooks.

My grandma was a secretary.
She taught it to me.

What are you saying?
You can read that?

Well, I'm not fluent,
but kind of, yeah.

Translate, please.

Um...

I don't think these sections
were written by the same person.

Of course they were.

See all this weird
chicken scratch?

His A's always looked like O's,
remember?

Tuba distance, please.

I wonder if the pages starting
from back here

were written by Janet.

Why?

Because this part's referring
to Mr. Martin

in the third person.

Okay, so you think she stole
the notebook written

about her so she could write
about him?

-We don't know if she stole it.
-Why was she hiding it then?

She's using the word "our"
a lot.

It seems like whatever
experiment he was conducting,

they might have been a team.

-Like, um, lab partners.
-There's no way.

He kept her down there
for months.

She was his prisoner.

Maybe when you found her,
but not when she wrote this.

Yo, what was going
on between those two?

Looks like they both planned
on getting out of here.

Together.

Wow! Incredible.

How long
has your grandma lived here?

Forever.

She was born
in the corner room upstairs.

No.

Well, it must be nice
to have a real sense of home.

This home, yes.

I can breathe here.

But then we have to go back
to our house,

and it's suffocating.

It smells like wet dog
and cabbage.

But Grandma's house smells like

baking and cinnamon
and sweet almond extract.

Um, be careful.

Cyanide smells like that, too.

Not to everyone.

37% of the population
can't even smell cyanide.

True.

That is not the kind
of information one learns

from a Slo Poke wrapper,
Miss Hamilton.

You must read a lot.

Too much, I'm told.

People don't like girls
who know all the answers.

Wait till you get to college.

-You'll be in your element.
-Do you really think so?

No, I know so.

Once you're out of Split River,

you'll defy all these
small-town expectations.

You'll be finding new cures
for disease.

-Discovering new planets.
-

I can't believe
you just said that.

-Disease?
- Planets.

I was just thinking
this morning,

what if there are more rogue
planets up there than stars?

Gosh.

Not too many, I hope.

We'll run out of names.

You'll now have to use
Pig Latin.

Eptune-nay. Upiter-jay.

Aturn-say.

Reverend Hamilton,
I presume.

I don't think we've had
the pleasure.

I'm Everett Martin,

-Janet's chemistry teacher.
-I know who you are.

Go inside, help your mother
with supper.

Daddy, please.

So, bus break down?

Why are you driving her home?

No, Janet actually stayed late
to help me test out

-some lab equipment.
-She could have telephoned home

if she needed a ride.

Honestly, it wasn't out
of my way.

You know, folks may get
the wrong idea.

Grown man driving
around town with a student.

Reverend Hamilton, I assure you,
my intentions are honorable.

Um, in fact, I'm meeting
my fiance

for supper at
the Howard Johnson's in Bingham.

The ideas you are planting
in my daughter's head

are far from honorable.

Sir, uh, if you're under
the impression...

We're not sending Janet
to college.

That would be such a mistake.

With her keen mind,
she could pursue a career

-in the sciences.
-I am well aware

of her keen mind.

Yours, however,
unsettles me, Mr. Martin.

I think it's best if
you concentrate on your lessons

or you could be looking
for a teaching position

in another district.

Well, I'm glad we at least agree
on Janet's intelligence.

Wish you a good night, sir.

Does she really call
Mr. Martin her champion?

Yeah.

Where does she say
that?

There.

How is this the same person
I heard screaming

to get away from him?

Something must
have soured between them.

-I don't know.
-For sure. But who knows what?

She wasn't
the most reliable narrator.

What does that mean?

She clearly
kept secrets.

I mean, there's pages torn out
of this thing.

But when did she
figure out

she could leave here
in someone else's body?

Okay, Quinn,
maybe you should keep reading.

No, no, no. Don't keep reading.

This is taking way too long.

Let's just go talk
to the looping exchange student.

-Not an exchange student.
- I know! I know!

He's a liar,
and he's a spy from Virginia.

Okay.

Oh no.

Yuri, what else did Janet trust
you with, huh?

You better start talking
right now,

or I'll put your whole body
on that wheel,

and I'll spin you like a bottle.
Now tell me, what was she after?

Crossing over or body snatching?

Wally, can we not start
with threats?

Sorry, I actually tried chatting
it up

with this Spinal Tap wannabe,

but he pretended like he didn't
understand me for 40 years!

You think Janet talked
to me about crossing over?

-She wouldn't.
-Why not, hm?

Because she knows
I don't believe in any of it.

Where do you think you're going
that's better than this?

-It's probably much worse.
-Save your lame opinions, dude.

-We're here for answers.
-Aren't we all?

But the mysteries of death
compound themselves, dude.

You always
have another question.

Stop, stop, stop with
the riddles, Nowhere Man.

Listen to me. Maddie's not dead.

Okay? She's not like us.

She was just in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

And she was mugged
by your friend who was up here

hatching a getaway plan
with her teacher.

I don't know anything
about that.

Well, I think you do,

because you sit there
all dazed and confused,

spouting wisdom like Yoda.
Well, guess what?

You're no more evolved
than the rest of us you are.

I bet you got drawers full
of stolen ketchup packets.

You caught me.

All right, what else
belonged to her, huh?

What else was Janet hiding?

That was Janet's.

- Wally?
-Hm?

Come. Come with me.

Why are you going all aggro
on this kid?

He may be telling us the truth.

I don't know what the truth
is anymore.

Everything I've ever
known is gone.

-I lost two coaches, two teams.
-Wally.

I spent years sitting
in that folding chair,

and I never once questioned
our damn leader.

That's not a sheepdog, Maddie.
That's a sheep.

What happened with Mr. Martin
is not your fault.

But if you end up pushing away
someone who can help us,

that will be.

How am I supposed to fix this
for you

if I can't even leave
the school?

What can I do?

I can't compete with Simon.

He's alive.

Why do you think
you have to fix this for me?

Or compete?

Simon is not your rival, Wally.

We're all on the same team.

I just wanna do something real.

I wanna give you answers.

I don't wanna sit around
like a block of cheese.

I want whatever is going on
between us to get better.

Deeper.

I just keep feeling like
I'm getting benched.

Wally, if you think you have
to put on a cape for me,

you're way off.

I mean, if anything,
that makes me cringe.

This is not 1983.

I've never asked anyone
to solve my problems.

And I'm not starting now.

I just wanna be
more than a mushy shoulder

to cry on, okay?

That makes me feel like
a total wastoid.

I have no idea what that means.

But if you think being loyal

and kind and unjaded
is something to be ashamed of,

you're wrong.

If anything, it's kind of hot.

You don't always have to score
the winning point, Wally.

At least, not for me.

Hey, did we just have
our first fight?

Maybe.

Cool.

♪ My skeleton
is freaking me out ♪

♪ I'm in my body again ♪

♪ Don't wanna talk about it ♪

♪ Ever again ♪

♪ My OCD is kicking in
again... ♪

Hey!

♪ Again I won't complain ♪

♪ Again... ♪

Hey.

My pants are called bibbers.

What?

I don't get it.

If Janet made this,
why isn't it resetting?

- I don't know.
-He doesn't know.

Dang.

Oh, I feel like crap.

What if we do get Janet
back here,

and she sees that I broke this
in 50 pieces?

Oh my God.
She's going to kill me.

-Too late.
-It's true.

Seriously, uh, don't sweat it.

Happens every day around here.

People trash everything.
Sometimes their best work.

-That's a shame.
-Uh, not really.

You got to let things go.

As soon as you give things up,

-better stuff can come to you.
-Huh.

Somebody wrote something
very similar

to that in my yearbook,

except for he wasn't
as eloquent.

He basically just wrote
a limerick

that rhymed every word
with "Venus".

Janet rhymed geranium
with titanium.

-Um...
-What are you talking about?

Uh, I found it
in this old yearbook.

It was donated
by this Science Club kid,

and Janet wrote this really
cornball poem

inviting him to watch her
string 'em in Bingham.

-String what?
-I don't know. Popcorn?

Wait, what was in Bingham?

Uh, family farm, I think. Why?

Wally, where is that yearbook?

It's in the library.
Am I in trouble?

You may have uncovered
our best lead yet.

Janet got off the bus
in Bingham County.

Wally, you're a genius.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, um, we're still in the room.
So...

Come on, let's find that poem.

We should talk Mandy

into letting us wear
the sparkly socks.

And something sparkly
on our lips.

-And our hair, too.
-OK, slow down, Kristen.

We don't want
to look like disco balls.

You into it?

The sparkles?

What? Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Well, we can come up
with a plan on Friday.

You're still hosting, right?

Um, that is TBD.

Things are a little tense
in my house right now.

Oh, is your mom getting
another divorce?

No.

She's just raging
that Claire went to homecoming

with a sketchy dude

who got mowed down
by his dealer in Druggieville.

Chloe, you're an ass.

There are
nine Hamiltons.

Are you looking at census
or property listings right now?

I'm still in obituaries.

Guys, can we hit
the pause button?

I mean, this farmhouse thing
feels rando.

It's not rando, though.

That may have been
where Janet felt safe.

She could have gone back,

hoping some living relative
would take her.

Wait, wait, wait.
I got an address here

on Route 17,
listed under Millard Hamilton.

Guys, Hamilton's something
I can't afford tickets to.

-Not Maddie's hideaway.
-Still holding out, huh?

-Big time.
-What's big time?

That address, that's big news.

We could probably head
over there after school.

I'm not going
back there again.

All we came away with

is someone saying Maddie
bought a stupid map.

We don't even know
if it was Maddie.

You're right. It was Janet.

Why are you nodding?

You had a concussion,
dude, not a lobotomy.

Why would Maddie hide away
in some stranger's farmhouse?

-Because it's not Maddie.
- Because it's not me.

Sorry.

Okay. All right, guys.

Um, one more hour
to get through.

After Bio, I'm hitting Route 17.

I'll grab my truck
and pick you up.

No, you're still taking
sponge baths, bro.

I'll drive your truck.

Nicole, can you, uh, return this
yearbook for me, please?

Thank you.

We're not
sending Janet to college.

Now what?

Janet, what happened?

Show your
gratitude by giving him...

Janet.

I need
to go back in.

Yes, Janet. Yes, you know that.

Back to vacuum?

Oh, no, I didn't bring,
um, you know what?

I would happily bring one

if it would suck the truth out
of you.

Because it's a vacuum.

♪ Some other time ♪

What do you think
I'm holding back?

I mean, it's, you make
the same pot every day,

and it resets, right?

But Janet's, it didn't turn back
into a lump of clay.

It stayed permanent,

and then it broke,
and then it stayed broken.

How? Why?

I can't answer that, man.

But, um,
it's not broken anymore.

Wow, you did this
all by yourself.

Wow, I mean,
it's really such a good job.

Yeah, if I squint, I can barely
notice all the cracks

and bumps and slivers.

Ah, you're supposed
to notice them.

It's wabi-sabi.

It's an understanding
that nothing's ever finished

and nothing's perfect.

When something breaks,
you glue it back together

and embrace its imperfections.

Yeah, the cracks and the scars
only make it stronger.

Uh, more interesting.

And beautiful.

You feel
the same way about people?

You wanna make something?

-Oh, uh, no, I...
- You start simple,

like a paperweight.

-I could teach you even its...
-Another time.

Maybe.

Yeah, anytime.

Definitely.

♪ As I lay here beside you ♪

♪ I can feel your heartbeat ♪

♪ There's no need
for our voices ♪

♪ We're complete ♪

Nicole?

♪ I cannot on myself
when the noise is gone ♪

Nicole!

♪ How can I be myself
when I know you're gone ♪

Nicole, someone is
at the door!

Hey.

Um, I was gonna text,

but I thought that
it'd be harder for you

to say no
if I was standing here, so...

Say no to what?

I need a place to crash.

Um, I had a major blowout
with my parents.

I didn't know where else to go.

You didn't try Chloe
or one of your...

Look, I know it seems like
all I wanted

was to hurt Maddie, but...

it's not true.

God, if Xavier owes her
an apology, then...

then I for sure owe her
an even bigger one.

Okay.

Thanks.

Maddie!

Mr. M?

Wait, wait, wait.
Hey, Mr. Martin!

Hey! Wait! Mr. Martin!

"Will they ever know
what I've taken from them?"

"Will they ever forgive me?"

Is that forgive or forget?

-That's forgive.
-Keep going.

What did Janet take from us?

-Damn.
-What? What does it say?

Quinn, help her. Translate.

It wasn't Mr. Martin.

Janet was the one who took
your death objects.

She's the one who hid them
from you

in the fallout shelter.

Why? Did... did he tell her to?

I think Janet probably stopped
taking orders a long time ago.

Why do you say that?

I don't think
all ghosts are created equal.

I mean, that pot she made,

it was probably just
the beginning.

She probably figured out
a whole lot more.

Which would have threatened
Mr. Martin.

So he used what he learned
from her to make her a prisoner.

And that's how he locked us
in the fallout shelter.

♪ These crosses
all over my body ♪

♪ Remind me of
who I used to be ♪

Okay, listen up.

I just saw Mr. Martin.

There was this big, red light
behind him,

and then he's just gone.

-He disappeared.
-You saw Mr. Martin

-in this school?
- Yeah.

And the way he looked,
the way he ran, he's terrified.

Because Janet got away.

Maybe he locked her up
to protect all of you.

♪ I'm just a child ♪

♪ But I'm not above violence ♪

♪ My mama raised me better
than that ♪

♪ When the preacher talks ♪

♪ That man demands his silence ♪

♪ And daddy said shoot first ♪

♪ Then run and don't look back ♪

♪ So take me down to the river ♪

♪ And bathe me clean ♪

♪ Put me on the back
of your white horse ♪

♪ To ride ♪

♪ All the way to the chapel ♪

♪ Let you wash all over me ♪

Take a left up here.

♪ So take me down to ♪

♪ The river ♪

♪ And bathe me clean ♪

♪ Ooo-oooh ♪

What the hell?

Is this it?

It has to be.

Hey, slow down.

♪ Put me on the back
of your white horse to ride ♪

♪ All the way to the chapel ♪

Um...

♪ Let you wash all over me ♪

Can I help you?

Yeah, uh, we were just trying
to get around.

You can't go any further.
You got business here?

No, no. We saw the smoke.

Yeah, the fire truck's
on its way.

-Is anybody in the place?
- Could be.

A neighbor walked around
the property earlier today.

Thought he saw a vagrant.
You know anything about that?

No.

♪ Put me on the back
of your white horse ♪

♪ To ride ♪

♪ All the way to the chapel ♪

♪ Let you wash all over me ♪

♪ Yeah ♪