Bless her.
Here we are! Come on in.
- Oh, thank you.
- You're welcome!
- Wow.
- It shuts by itself.
- Okay, okay.
- Yeah, we'll shut the door.
So this house has four bedrooms,
three bathrooms,
three-car garage out back.
Looks like they
updated the flooring.
Bathrooms are updated.
A lot of character.
Yeah.
This home sits on
two beautiful acres
and it's all for under 500,000.
Yeah. I mean, it's nice.
I just, it's...
It's a little high
for a house that's been
on the market this long.
You know, a year ago, this
home sold for 1.2 million.
Wow.
I mean, still,
that's a year ago.
Well, look, I understand.
Six months on the
market is a long time,
but it's no fault
of its own, really.
Why is that?
Ned and Mary Boyne?
- Uh...
- No.
I'm so familiar.
So the neighborhood
has not recovered
from the investigation.
So don't let that scare you off.
"Investigation"?
Okay?
So this area used to be the
hottest home market for years.
Everyone wanted to
move to the street
with all the haunted houses.
Homes here were selling
faster than I could list them,
and a line would stretch
around the block,
when a house finally
did hit the MLS.
That is, until the Boynes
moved in down the street.
You said "haunted house"
is what you just said.
Okay. And, and why is that?
Well, most buyers
saw their ghost
within a few weeks
of settling in.
Ned and Mary, though?
They weren't that lucky.
They never saw their ghost.
Ned went missing.
And there was this
huge investigation.
And come to find out that Ned
was some hedge fund investor
that got caught up
in some shady deals.
You know, he k*lled himself,
and then Mary turned around
and sold the house for
pennies on the dollar.
And it made the national news.
I'm surprised you didn't see it.
No. No, I-
Must've been watching
something else.
So, soon after that, the
ghosts just disappeared,
and soon everybody wanted out,
and the market values
began to plummet.
- Ah-hah.
- Oh, my God.
I had no idea.
I mean, this...
This would make a great
chapter in my book.
I'm sorry, don't
mean to interrupt. What book?
Mine, actually.
I'm writing it now.
I'm a folklorist.
A folklorist?
What's that?
Well, it's like a
historian, right?
I canonize different cultural
traditions and sort of-
Oh. Hm.
"Canonize".
- Yeah.
Yeah, well, it's...
I've never heard that.
It means her name isn't on
the mortgage.
Oh, okay.
She's...
She's unemployed.
- Oh.
- Self-employed.
- Self unemployed.
- It's fine, it's fine.
It's great, really.
- Sorry.
- It's great.
You two just look around.
Let me know what
you think, okay?
I'll be right outside.
- Thanks.
Thank you very
much. Appreciate it.
Wow.
Wow, Andrew.
Why do you...
Why do you have to do that?
- Do what?
- Every time!
Oh, I was just joking. I'm so-
Belittle me in front of people.
Complete strangers, at that.
I'm s-
No. I'm so sick of this sh*t.
You do it every f*cking time.
I'm, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I was joking.
- I was right there.
- I'm sorry.
- "I'm sorry."
- Yeah.
- You do it every time.
What was that?
Haunted house? Ghosts?
There's no way she's
supposed to tell us all that.
I don't know. I'm glad she did.
It makes it kind of exciting.
Let's look around. Come on.
Don't hedge fund
suicide yourself
on the way to the kitchen.
Geez.
Where did she go?
Is she here, still?
Okay, sorry.
Wow.
All right. Take it easy.
Oh, my God! This
place is amazing!
I mean, look at this place.
I'm looking.
I love it.
I got a meeting in an hour.
I love it here.
I love it.
You wanna pay half
a million dollars
to move out here to the sticks?
It's so peaceful here.
Well, the apartment's peaceful.
And they got grocery stores.
You've got to...
Can you even call 911 out here?
Not to mention police sirens,
at all hours of the night.
You know I'm right.
Yeah.
Not all hours.
All right. Let me
drive you home.
- Okay.
- I'll be in the car.
Just don't be long.
Okay.
You hear that? What
is that, crickets?
It's like deafening. I can
barely hear myself think.
They're cicadas.
What is it?
Tell me.
I don't know.
You're gonna think
it's stupid, so...
Lee, I'm late.
Can we just skip the drama and
you just tell me what it is?
Okay.
Okay. I want the house.
I really do! I want it so badly.
It's so beautiful.
We've only looked at one
house. Are you kidding?
And you heard the agent. The
whole area has no resale value.
Hear me out.
Without the ghost.
What if they come
back? I mean...
The ghosts?
Is that the...
Come back from where, exactly?
Beetlejuice's waiting room?
What are you talking about?
Okay, Andrew.
This is about your
book, isn't it?
Mm.
Look, honey.
I just can't justify
spending our life savings
on a house like this.
And you, ah...
I mean, you're
making this decision
based on a potential new
chapter in your book.
A book, which I might add,
you only have six months
to finish writing.
Or what?
Hm?
Or what? You'll leave me?
Are you gonna threaten me again?
Leave you? What?
No.
Or else you'd go back
to being a nurse.
And having a job, and
retirement, and a future.
That's, that's
what we agreed on.
No, you're right. You're right.
Six months to finish the book
or I go back to the hospital.
Okay. I heard you.
Look, overpaying on a house
is gonna help you how, exactly?
I don't know.
I can't explain it, but...
It will.
Okay? And...
God, honey, I have never
asked you for anything.
I've never asked you
for anything, ever!
You know that.
I'm asking you for
this now, please.
Oh.
Okay.
Then if I get eaten by a coyote,
then there'll be a ghost.
Just think about it,
okay? Just think of it.
All right.
I'll...
- Okay.
- f*ck.
- Morning.
- Hey.
What're you doing?
Nothing, really.
- Andrew.
- What?
Really?
Andrew.
It's not ready yet.
Well, you got five months.
I'm just saying.
Do you...
Do you like doing that?
Do you feel like you have
to remind me of that?
Nevermind. Sorry.
Parents are coming in tonight.
Did you forget?
No, I didn't forget.
I'm just hoping that we
can get through one meal,
without them comparing me
to your ex-wife, that's all.
They don't mean to do that.
Come on.
- Really?
'Cause she called me "Sarah",
three times at Christmas.
That's not, it's...
I was married to
Sarah for six years.
That's twice as long
as we've been married.
I mean...
Is that supposed to
make me feel better?
Yes, actually.
I'm gonna pick up food on the
way back in from work. Just...
I don't know, pour wine,
keep the conversation moving,
till I get there?
All right.
Hello?
Hello?
Well, I will admit. For
takeout, the food's pretty good.
Mm-hm.
Thanks, Mom.
Lee's been burning the candle
at both ends with the book,
so this is just easier for us.
The wine's good.
Mm!
Thank you. That
was, that was me.
Good. Not great.
Okay.
Thank you for clarifying that.
Karen's been clarifying my
opinions for me for years.
That's why I love her.
Well, the house is terrific.
Big.
Empty.
But that could all change,
if you two decide to settle
down and have some children.
Have you two
talked at all about
having another?
Uh...
Nope.
I think it's probably a
little too soon for that.
Mm.
So, Andrew, uh,
how's work going?
Uh, it's good. It's good.
You know, we're expanding
into a couple new countries,
so it could have quite a
bit of travel coming up.
Oh.
World does need more
tall buildings, you know.
Sure does. Let's hope.
So, Lee, honey.
What're you gonna do in this
big old house, all by yourself,
when Andrew has to travel?
Well, um...
I was thinking I could, um...
I don't know. I could tag along.
I see.
Yeah.
You know, if the
book gets published,
she could spend
some time overseas.
Thought maybe that could work.
Maybe it'll bring up
another book idea.
There you go. That's...
And what if it
doesn't get published?
Well, um, Karen, I think the
answer you're looking for is
that I just go back to the
hospital, become a nurse.
Oh, we're just talking here.
Don't get so defensive.
No, I'm not. I'm not.
You guys excuse me, please?
I'm gonna check on dessert.
I'm gonna help her.
What?
What did I say?
Where do I start?
- Jesus!
- What?
You scared me.
Okay. Sorry.
Look, I just, I wanted to
apologize for the kids comment.
Why? You're not the
one who said it.
Well, what is that
supposed to mean?
It means you don't have
to take up for your mom's
big mouth, every time
she decides to open it.
I'm sorry.
I'm tired.
Look, I'm sorry.
I'm, I'm exhausted.
Let's just get through this
meal and we can get some sleep.
Okay.
Fine.
What?
What're you working on?
Sending an email.
Oh, yeah? To who?
Someone that used to
live in the neighborhood.
It's for a new chapter
I'm working on.
Hm!
You got a name for it yet?
Yeah. I, um...
I call it the Boyne Effect.
I don't know, I think
it's kinda great
to dig into what happened
in this neighborhood.
How the perception change
after all the hauntings.
Yeah, it is. That
is interesting.
I mean, what happened to
Ned and Mary is awful.
But why the big impact
on the rest of the
houses on the street?
I mean...
No one really knew
who they were.
Uh...
I don't know.
Maybe they all got together,
decided they'd had enough.
You mean the neighbors?
I mean the ghosts.
Okay.
- Okay, that's not funny.
- This house!
Is clear.
It's just a joke. Sorry, geez.
All right. Look, it's late.
I got an early morning.
So, I'm gonna go ahead
and crash, I guess.
Goodnight.
What if you call it
"Boynes In The Hood"?
Oh, God.
What're you doing?
Oh, Andrew.
Oh.
Jesus.
What's happening?
Nothing! I, I...
I came out here, I
thought I saw this...
This what?
You didn't hear that?
Hear what?
There was this...
There was this,
this child's toy.
Okay.
Back to bed. Let's go.
You coming?
Lee, there's nothing out here.
Okay.
Come on.
I thought, I must
have dreamed it.
Yeah, probably. Let's go.
Coming!
Lee?
Trina Boyne?
Yeah. I got your email.
Right.
Right! No, please,
please, come on in.
I'm so sorry about
earlier. I'm...
I've had a long night.
- Yeah, don't worry about it.
Moving to this
neighborhood. I believe it!
I really appreciate you coming.
I'm writing a book.
Just wanted to see
if you could tell me
a little bit about the area.
- You're a writer?
- Well...
Folklorist.
What's that?
It's like someone who
researches different traditions,
and then preserves them.
In my case, I'm writing a book.
I see.
So, uh, what do you wanna know?
What can you tell
me about Mary Boyne?
Uh...
Mary and I, we never
really saw eye to eye,
until after my brother, uh...
Left.
"Left"?
You mean disappeared, right?
Okay. Let's just
call a spade a spade.
After he died,
Mary moved outta the house,
and we kept in touch for
a little while after that.
But...
What happened, exactly?
I'm not sure.
I heard she checked into
a mental health facility.
I think, in the end,
that was kinda...
Push her over the edge.
And then?
He shot himself.
There was a detective who
was in charge of the case.
You could probably
get in touch with him,
get your hands on
the police report,
get all the gory details.
What kind of book are
you writing, exactly?
Well, it's a variety
of things, really.
But I'm writing a chapter
on the ghost here.
I thought they left?
I mean, I never really
understood the whole
living in a haunted house thing.
Rich people, man.
But to each their own.
What do you mean, exactly?
Well, look at Mary, for example.
She just had to live
in this neighborhood.
Then the ghost thing, it,
you know, drives her nuts.
Ned dies, and then she and all
the other rich assholes just
up and leave?
What aren't you telling me?
Jesus, you're gonna
think I'm crazy.
You know, last night, I...
I saw something.
I'm not sure it was a
coincidence, either.
What was it?
Strange.
I was asleep and
I heard this noise.
Here, in the living room.
And when I came out,
there was this...
God, there
was this children's toy.
And it was on.
And when I went to turn it off,
the thing just turned
back on by itself.
Well, maybe someone just
left it out here by accident.
No, see that's the thing.
I don't have children.
And when my husband
came out and found me,
the toy,
it vanished.
I mean, it was gone.
So...
You...
What? Think you
have a ghost now?
Maybe.
I don't know.
All right, okay. Let
me get this straight.
You buy this house to
write a chapter in a book
about the ghosts that have left,
and now you're all of
a sudden seeing things?
I know this all sounds...
I get it.
But
what if I can
bring them back?
How?
I'm not sure.
I just, I feel like
by me being here,
I can at least find
out why they left.
This is ridiculous.
Wait, I'm sorry. I
know this is cra-
No. You're no
different than Mary.
I'm just trying to help.
Help who?
Did you ever stop to
think that maybe they
wanted to leave, the ghosts?
Move on? Find peace?
Ned included.
Yeah, my brother is dead.
I understand.
I'm so sorry.
And no folklore is worth having
to bury someone you love.
Before you go, please.
The detective you mentioned.
How can I get a hold of him?
Okay.
Got a phone number?
Yeah, sure.
Hello?
Listen, thanks for coming.
I really appreciate it.
It's fine.
Retired life is uneventful.
I enjoy getting out the house.
Your message said you wanna
talk about the Ned Boyne case?
Yeah, well, not just that.
I heard you might
have some insight
into what's happened here.
In the neighborhood.
The ghosts?
How they suddenly
just up and left.
Can I ask why the
sudden interest?
Oh, right. Well, it's
research for my book.
Well...
They were like everyone else
who comes to this neighborhood.
Difference is, they never saw
that ghost once they moved in.
It drove Mary insane,
and believe me,
she looked everywhere for it.
So how did you get involved?
When Ned went missing,
I was assigned the case.
Right.
What can you tell
me about Mary Boyne?
She was sad.
She always kept
tulips in the house.
Well, what about you?
Did you ever see your ghost?
Oh, yeah. I live nearby.
We had a ghost for
years. Mr. Green.
But then he left, too, around
the time everybody else said
their ghosts weren't
coming around as often.
Why do you think that
started happening?
In my opinion?
Think it was that m*rder
that drove 'em away.
Now, I'm no expert
in paranormal,
but I think the
ghosts took offense,
once that little
girl was m*rder*d.
Is something wrong?
Yeah. You you said
"little girl"?
I thought Ned Boyne's death
is what drove the ghost away?
Oh, Ned died first,
but the ghosts stuck
around after that.
In fact, people that
bought the Boyne estate
after Mary left,
they interacted with his
ghost for months afterwards.
Okay.
Okay. So...
So, what little girl?
Anna Lowe.
I don't know.
Let's go outside.
It was a hit and run.
They'd just widened that street.
Well, someone told them they
were making an improvement,
but now when it rains,
that new angle and
those sodium lights?
It's blinding, that turn there.
My God. She was k*lled?
Eight o'clock at night.
The family was devastated.
Whole community, really.
But so soon after
Ned Boyne's death,
reputation of this place changed
and the ghosts just left.
And you never found who k*lled
her, or solved the case?
It was my last file before I
cashed in my pension, so no.
Maybe if I had six more months.
I know.
So where did she live?
Anna Lowe.
All right, so in Texas, the
law states that a seller,
or a seller's agent is actually
not required to disclose
a death due to natural
causes, suicide, or anything
that does not pertain to
the property's condition.
So, say if somebody dies
from, I don't know, old age,
or a heart attack,
they don't have to tell
us that information.
Right, but you said
she was hit by a car.
Yes! Exactly.
That proves my
point even further!
I mean, it didn't
happen on the property.
So, therefore, the
seller did not tell us.
And she used to live here?
Yes.
So, I went to the deeds
office and I got a history.
It's all there. Read it.
I mean, this is crazy.
All right, hold on.
Hold on.
So you think
that this Anna Lowe
was k*lled and then because
no one ever solved the crime,
all the ghosts
just walked away?
Yes, Andrew. That is
exactly what I'm saying.
Why?
I don't know, honey.
I, I don't know.
And wait, hold up.
Who is this cop you've
been talking to?
He's a detective!
He's a detective.
He was on the case when it
happened and he's retired now,
but he told me that the Anna
Lowe case was never solved.
Okay. Well, uh...
You know, I think this
is all kind of a stretch.
A stretch?
It's all there. Read it.
How could you say that? Read it.
Because why would...
I can't, I can't...
I can't believe I'm
having this conversation.
But why would a bunch
of random ghosts
care about some little girl?
I don't know why, okay?
Maybe because their deaths
were all accounted for,
and hers wasn't.
I don't know, or maybe,
maybe due to the fact that,
that they never
found the driver.
I don't know yet!
Okay? I'm gonna find out.
Wait. You don't know "yet"?
Lee. Holy sh...
Look, it's...
Oh, my gosh.
It's been a really long day
and I am all for, believe me,
listening to the b*llet points
of your new chapter for your
book, but this Nancy Drew crap
is giving me a bigger
headache than I already had,
and I just, it's not
what we agreed on at all.
Okay.
Well, okay, um...
I saw her.
In the house, today.
I was in the shower and
I saw her in the hall.
I know.
Really?
And how did you know
it was this Anna Lowe?
I just know.
Honey?
You don't know anything.
Okay. Here we go.
Look, you are running outta time
for this book thing.
Okay.
And if you want my suggestion,
I think you should
focus on finishing that,
instead of chasing ghosts
all over the house.
I'm going to bed.
Goodnight.
And it was a video
that someone posted online
on that internet site.
What was that again?
- You talking about YouTube?
- That's it.
And these two women
were fighting.
I mean, some real Jerry
Springer type stuff.
And they were, you know,
screaming for no reason!
They had to have a reason.
Well, even if they
did, I don't know what it was.
But this one girl knocked
the other one out,
and no one helps.
Everyone was just
filming the fight.
Geez.
You know, most of 'em
were middle-aged
people, anyway, so-
Oh, middle-aged people
can't fight. Really?
Geez!
Sorry.
I'm fine. Everything's fine.
Will you guys excuse
me for a second?
Hello?
Anna.
Anna, if that's you, you
don't have to be afraid, okay?
I'm, I'm just
trying to help you.
- Lee.
- Anna.
What're you doing?
Nothing. I, I thought
I hurt something.
All right, well, Mom and Dad
are getting ready to leave.
Do you wanna come see them off?
Yeah.
Yeah, sure. I'll be right there.
I'll be right there.
All right. Don't be long.
You're mad.
I'm not mad.
Yes, you are.
You always just sit there
and stare at me until
I ask you what's wrong.
You say "Nothing."
And then we argue
over it, Andrew.
So can we just please
get it over with?
I wanna renegotiate
the terms of our deal.
What do you mean?
Meaning...
I think you should stop writing.
Do you?
And I wanna start trying
to have children again.
Andrew, I, I told you I
wasn't ready to do that yet.
And there's no way I'm
giving up on this book.
This is your mom talking.
Oh, really?
Yeah.
The comments she makes?
She thinks I'm worthless.
- That's not fair.
She wants to be a grandparent.
I'm her only child.
That's not my fault.
You know what?
When our baby died,
I cried more than anyone else,
including your mother.
And I didn't take it
out on anyone else.
Really?
Are you sure?
Kinda seems like you
took it out on me.
We haven't had sex
in three months.
Oh. So this is about having sex!
Should've known!
This is f*cking bullshit.
Where are you going?
I'm going to the spare room.
Great. No.
Run away from a discussion.
You do it all the time.
No. This isn't a
discussion, Lee.
I want you
to stop writing that book!
And you need to go back to work.
'Cause it was a long time ago,
but you loved going
to the hospital!
You f*ck' loved it!
I couldn't believe it.
I was jealous, 'cause
I couldn't imagine
what it would feel like to
care about my job that much.
And then some kid comes in
with a couple b*llet wounds-
- Don't do that!
- And dies in your arms.
And you gave up on everything!
- How dare you!
That's what you think
this is about, huh?
I'm trying to save Anna Lowe,
to what? To make up for that?
Yeah.
I do.
You're f*ck' ridiculous.
Lee?
Look at me.
If you can't let this go,
and give up on this book,
I'm just gonna have to do
what I have to do, okay?
For myself.
Okay.
If that's really how
you feel, then okay.
I'm sorry, honey.
I just, I can't see
any other way to do it.
Okay?
- Really?
Really?
Okay.
For f*ck' sakes.
You know, that little
boy dying on my watch?
That sh*t's gonna
live with me, forever.
You're right.
Along with...
Along with our baby dying,
in that hospital,
and everything else
that I couldn't prevent!
But that's, this,
this is about you.
This isn't about any of that.
This is about you thinking
I don't feel badly
enough for you.
Yeah.
Maybe you're right.
I'm finishing the book, Andrew.
Great.
Have a good night.
You look tired.
Yeah. Well, it's a late night.
Everything all right?
Yeah. I'm fine.
What'd you find out?
After we talked, I called
an old friend at the office.
She said that Anna Lowe's
autopsy was unsealed,
after the investigation
into her m*rder.
And she emailed
me a copy of this.
Hit and run.
And based off her body,
it's impossible to tell
the make or model of a car.
However, with tire tracks,
that's a whole
different ballgame.
They never found
out who hit her?
Now, based on the tracks,
they've narrowed it
down to two models.
Did the police ever
look into this?
I mean, it couldn't have been
that difficult to track down.
What do you mean?
Right here, in her
autopsy, it says that,
it says that she was hit
so hard during the accident
that the car's paint color
actually rubbed
off onto her skin.
Doesn't this city have a
BCI team that handles this?
They did, but no one in
town was driving this
custom-colored hand-rubbed
Mercedes's SL 500,
and no one got a look
at the license plates.
sh*t.
What about rental car companies?
Did your office
ever look into that?
You could get a report.
See if any of the, you know,
cars during the time of Anna's
death match the description.
I'll work on it.
You know, feels good
to be back in the game.
If this author gig
doesn't work out,
you should look for a
job in my old office.
I don't think so.
What aren't you telling me?
You know, I've seen Anna Lowe.
More than once.
Really?
Where?
Right here, in this house.
I think she's trying
to tell me something.
Like what?
I don't know.
But I'm gonna find out.
Okay. I'll work
on this car thing.
You stay by the phone.
Thank you, Detective.
Don't go thanking me yet.
No, I don't mean
for that. I mean...
For not thinking I was crazy.
Trust me.
Some of the sh*t I've
seen in this town?
Nothing surprises me anymore.
Anna?
Anna?
Boo.
Anna.
What is that?
Where did you find that?
Did you find that here?
Where'd you find that?
I asked you a question.
Is it yours?
Of course it's mine.
I lost it the day
we moved in here.
So, again, where
did you find it?
In the backyard.
In the backyard?
Do you have any idea
how it got back there?
You tell me.
Honey, I don't know what
this is, and I don't care.
Okay?
All I want to know is, are you
still messing with that book?
Oh, Andrew.
You didn't lose that ring.
I just told you I
lost the f*ck' ring,
the day we moved into
this house, okay?
This perfect house
that I didn't wanna
buy in the first place.
What if I told you that
Anna Lowe gave me this ring?
Hm?
I saw her in the backyard.
Placed it in my hand.
This ring.
Your ring.
Why, why would she do that?
Honey, are you
listening to yourself?
Look, all you do is you
sit around the house,
and you chase the memory
of a ghost around all day.
I think this has to stop.
You're starting to sound-
"Crazy."
Right?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Hey, man. Yeah.
Nope. No, no.
No, you're never interrupting
anything over here.
Don't worry about it.
Let me ask you something.
Does your wife ever...
Nevermind, nevermind. Yeah,
I'll just talk to you...
I'll talk to you, I'll
talk to you, Monday. Yeah.
All right.
Have you been sleeping?
What makes you ask that?
Force of habit.
I've seen people
try to do what I do,
and live a normal
life in the process.
Trust me.
This work is hard on you,
and everyone around you.
Yeah, well, Andrew and I
have been, uh, fighting.
About Anna?
Yep.
I want to show you something,
but I want you to
prepare yourself.
Did you find a match on the car?
Well, I called the
rental car agencies,
and the ride serve companies
that were open when
Anna was alive.
First, I couldn't find
anything worthwhile,
but then I found this.
There was a car rental,
the night before Anna died.
A Mercedes SL 500.
It was returned in good condition
to the rental car company.
But then the manager
noticed that the steering
was veering to the left.
He had a mechanic open it up.
Saw some repairs done to
the front end by the renter,
before he turned it in.
They were trying to
cover up the accident.
There's more.
Renter information
is proprietary.
So I had my friend
issue an affidavit,
so I could see the
name of the renter.
Okay.
Are you sure about this?
I wish I wasn't.
What the hell are you doing?
I found the code to
the safe in your phone.
Okay, but you're...
You're pointing a g*n at me.
Do you want to tell me why?
I want you to read that.
Okay.
Lee, put the g*n down.
I mean, is this about your book?
I want you to tell me the truth.
Lee, baby. Put the g*n
down and we can talk.
Put that f*cking
g*n down, right now!
Are you f*cking kidding me?
f*ck!
You come at me
with a loaded g*n?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Huh?
- You k*lled her.
You k*lled her.
I, I k*lled who?
What are you talking about?
That's...
You see, I figured it out.
That that's why you didn't
wanna buy this house.
I didn't wanna buy this house,
because I knew we
couldn't get money for it,
if we wanted to sell it.
Don't lie to me.
Anna Lowe?
Huh?
She was hit by a car.
A green Mercedes SL 500.
The same car that you rented,
when ours was in the shop.
Do you remember that? I do.
The same SL that you
fled from the scene,
and then later had repaired,
so that no one found
out it was you.
Okay.
Uh, uh...
Who told you that?
Honey.
Does it matter?
Is it true?
Yes or no?
Oh, my God.
She was running on the street.
Oh, my God.
Add to that, the light.
And the angle, and the rain.
I mean, who the hell lets
their kid run in the street,
at night, in the rain?
You didn't...
You didn't stop to help her?
I know. I didn't stop.
What is wrong with you?
She's a little girl.
How could you not stop?
'Cause I'd been drinking.
I stopped for dinner
with a client,
and I knew if I called
it in, that they...
I knew I wasn't gonna pass
a field sobriety test, so-
So you let her die?
I didn't know she was gonna die.
I was trying to save my life.
I was trying to save our lives.
You could've...
You could've saved her.
- You don't know that!
I was trying to make
sure I didn't spend
the rest of my life in jail!
And you were
pregnant at the time.
I was thinking of the baby.
- Don't, don't!
Don't do that.
Don't you dare bring
our baby into this.
My baby into this.
Well, what do you want
me to do about it now?
I want you to turn
yourself into the police.
What?
Honey, I can't do that.
You don't have any other choice.
You have to turn yourself in.
It's the right thing to do.
My God. What is wrong with you?
I've got one other choice.
Oh.
What're you gonna do?
You're gonna k*ll me, too?
Hm?
You gonna turn me into a ghost?
Andrew, please.
Okay? If you ever loved me-
This isn't about love, honey.
This is about me not spending
the rest of my life in jail.
Please go back into
the bedroom, right now.
You're...
You're f*cking trash.
Great.
Take your time! No rush!
f*ck!
Hey!
I don't care. Just
get here, now!
Yes, now!
Lee, open the door, please.
Right now.
Lee, open the f*cking
door! I'm not asking!
Lee, open the door.
Honey, look. It's gonna be
okay, but you gotta trust me.
You gotta let me in.
Anna?
This is not possible.
Why, huh?
'Cause ghosts aren't real?
What're you gonna do,
honey? You gonna sh**t me?
Yeah?
Your only
witness is a ghost.
A dead girl? How's
that gonna work?
I didn't do anything to you.
You didn't do it to me.
But you k*lled Anna Lowe.
You k*lled her.
Yeah? Says who?
You?
You and your f*ck' book?
I have the evidence, Andrew.
Okay? You can't...
You can't manipulate
your way out of this.
I, I know it's you.
I caught you.
You know what? My mom's right.
You're always trying
to save people,
but you can't save sh*t.
You can't save that
boy in the hospital.
You sure can't save
our f*ck' child.
And you are no good to
anyone. You are worthless!
Shut up!
You all right?
No. I, I don't think
so.
This is gonna take
some time to fix, okay?
I've called the police.
They'll be here shortly.
It's important you tell
them exactly what happened.
As impossible as that may sound.
Now, I'll stay with
you until they arrive.
Thank you.
Really, I...
For everything.
I'm glad to help.
You gave me a real sense of
purpose, the last few weeks.
Be sad for it to end.
What's gonna happen to me?
It was self defense, right?
Hello, Anna.
I know it's been a while
since we last spoke.
I just wanted to say thank you.
I wrote a whole book about you.
Maybe when it's finished, I can,
I can leave a copy
for you, somewhere.
Really enjoyed
getting to know you.
Even if...
Even if it is under
these circumstances.
They're coming back now.
- Who is?
- The ghosts.
All of them?
Let's meet down
at the lonely lake
Before summer has gone away
Swim out under a broken sky
Gold sun colored
with shades of white
Wave goodbye
To last summer
Cold air coming our way soon
So let's lay under
the falling moon
Tell me something
about yourself
You never talk
to no one else
Say goodbye
To lonely nights
Of last summer
Say
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