03x04 - The Bereftest Club

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Previously
on School Spirits...

Mads, what are you doing?

Superintendent Hunter-Price
and I have decided

that instead of going on
tomorrow's Senior Trip,

you will report here
for Saturday detention.

Simon! Help!

I didn't k*ll him, did I?

You're probably one
of the only people

that knows
what really happened to Maddie.

Holy sh*t.

The person who hurt me

in that boiler room was you.

-I never went into my scar.
-You lied.

I'm going to a treatment center.

And I'm not changing.
I can just be myself.

Don't think, just go.

Simon!

Simon!

sh*t. sh*t. sh*t.

Wally! I'm coming back!
Something's happening!

Simon!

Whoa!

Are you okay?

I'm leaving, come on! Simon!

Maddie!

Maddie?

Maddie!

Hey. You okay?

What are you doing here?

I've been
calling a bunch.

I just wanted to check in
after the hospital.

-Make sure you're okay.
-Yeah, I'm fine.

I guess I just fell asleep.

Because you're sweating.

I'm fine. Just...

My mom and I got in a fight

and, uh, she's headed off
to detox for a few days,

so, I'm just...
it's been a night.

Yeah. Hey, if...

Do you want me to, um...

Obviously,
not to be weird or anything,

but do you want me to stay here?

I can crash on the couch
or the-the front porch.

Anywhere that's level, really.

That's really sweet, Xavier.
But I'm--

You're fine. Yeah.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah. Okay.

Bro, did you leave it
in the band room?

Oh, yeah.

It was in here.
I swear. I grabbed them.

Did you leave them
on the freaking trophy shelf?

-Bro, that's a felony!
-You're not helping!

-You alright there, boss?
-Oh, my gosh.

Please keep your voice down.

Nicole is nursing
her first ever hangover.

Oh, wow, you really went
full Daniel Day-Lewis

on your undercover
party girl assignment, huh?

Did you know Xavier's favorite
movie is Dirty Dancing?

-It's-- No. It's not.
-Wait, shut up.

I'm sorry, you went down
into the hell hole?

You've got to be kidding me!

Listen, we had to weigh
our options, okay?

-We have to know--
-"We"? "We" who?

-You both went down there?
-No.

- You let him go down there?
- No.

I didn't go down there.

Yeah, no.
He didn't go down there.

I went by myself.

I just thought it would be safer
if I just went alone.

Not safer for Mr. South.

What happened to Mr. South?

Wally got yanked under

like Mr. Martin.
Popped up in the library,

scared the sh*t out of South
who fell off a ladder

but, in positive news,
did in fact survive, so...

Guys, what is happening?

-Yanked? Wally, are you okay?
-Yeah. I'm alright.

I don't know
what is in that place.

It feels like a sub-scar
to all the other scars--

I think it's a church.

Wally found this in there.

Maddie, there's something
down there.

People, maybe.

Maybe answers.

- People?
- Wait.

People like scar people?

Like Mr. Manfredo
or Crispy Janet?

Or other ghosts like us?

I don't know.

There's only one way
to find out.

Simon, knock it off.

Just give us a freaking second,
so we can look into this.

Someone's on edge.

I just talked to my dad.

He's looking into your situation
at the hospital.

Can you guys just give us
a second to figure this sh*t out

before any more of you venture
into the f*cking abyss?

You talked to your dad?

Maddie, that's huge.

Are you okay?

-Yeah, I'm fine!
-Sounds like it.

Respectfully, Maddie, we can't
lose another day without answers

and I'm not sure how good
you're gonna be locked

in this cafeteria all day.

I'm going in.

Simon!

Simon!

There you are!

All right, pick a table.

I'll slow his roll.
Don't stress.

Alright,
here's how this is gonna work.

I will be taking
your cell phones.

And to ensure you stay focused,

I will be sitting right here,
all day.

You are to spend your time
writing an exhaustive,

minute-by-minute account

of what really happened Tuesday.

From the hours

of 4:00 p.m. to 4:00 a.m.

No gaps.

-Excuse me.
-Roger, it's Saturday.

You should be home resting.

Any idea where she wants
this stuff?

She?

That lady.

Got a call
to come in this morning.

Guess she wants
her office set up a certain way.

She's outside
with another 20 boxes.

An office?

Do not move. I will be back.

But that does not mean
that I am not watching you.

Office.

We need to figure out
what this thing is.

Yeah. On it. We'll look into it.

Uh, what what thing is?

Uh, they found a church.

Sorry, a church?

Yeah, inside the scars.

Uh, we don't know what it means.

It's either the thing
that will help get Simon out,

or k*ll him for good,
so I need to track him down

and make sure he doesn't jump
into a portal to hell.

I should have gone
to private school.

Just cover for me.

If Hartman asks,
I'm in the bathroom.

Maddie, are you--

If someone else asks me that,

I'm gonna f*cking lose it.

Bingo.

Hallelujah.

What's that?

Jesus! Wow.

Sorry.

-What are you doing here?
-Um...

Just, uh...

doing some soul-searching.

In the band room?

Trying to stay out
of everyone's way at the moment.

Okay.

Yeah, uh...

I'll just, uh...

You go enjoy your lunch.

And I'll-- What is that?
What-what are you doing?

Yeah, uh, I was going to do
a little...

soul-searching myself.

Oh.

Psilocybin.

Yeah. Shrooms.

Right.

I just, uh...

wanted to escape from things.

You ever had?

Hallucinogens? No.

Uh, no. No.

Do you want some?

No.

I couldn't.

I'm supposed
to be the teacher here,

you know, the adult.

Look, it's none of my business,

and I don't know
what it is you're looking for,

but I do know that sometimes

these things
can help you find it.

Then count me in too.

Whoa. Quinn, did you just take
this whole bag?

Oh, I thought
you already had yours.

Dude, you just took
like four doses.

What?

Simon?

Should we go after her?
I mean, guys,

Hartman could be back
any second.

No, I can't go.
If I get expelled

and Diego's the only kid
with a college degree,

I'll never survive another
Thanksgiving with my family.

Just give her a beat, alright?
She's going through a lot.

Sandra went to detox
for a few days.

Oh, sh*t.

I showed up at her house drunk
last night.

- That probably didn't help.
- No. Don't sweat it.

It's Maddie, she'll be okay.

She just doesn't seem
to want to talk about it.

What is this?
Did Maddie write this?

Mmm, it looks only
slightly less alien

than the language from Arrival.

Um, this is Finnish.

Um, hymnal for some use

of something, something,
something... Finland.

What's happening?

Wait, you know Finnish?

Yeah. I'm Finnish.

You're Finnish?

Yes. Why is that surprising?

No, no, no reason.

I speak it
better than I read it.

What she said.

I grew up speaking
with my grandparents

and this is definitely
from a Finnish Church.

Wait, does Maddie
have Simon's...

Ha. Bingo.
Google Translate never fails.

Oh, crap. No Wi-Fi.

Oh, but Simon's parents
messaged him earlier.

Cool. Cool, cool, cool.

You think we can get
Simon service in the afterlife?

Oh, f*ck!

Is there a way that we can,
like, deep fake him?

No, we'd need Wi-Fi for that.

And let's be real,
those free voice generators

are never very good.

I used to use one

when I would skip school

to sound like my dad,

but he ended up
sounding like James Earl Jones.

Wait, what did you say?

I would illegally impersonate
my father, the sheriff--

No, no, no. Let's B Reel.
Simon's podcast!

About B movies.
He made it last year.

Yes, that's the one where
he would rewatch panned movies

only to realize
the critics were right

and they were actually
pretty bad?

Where is this going, Nicole?

Well, if I can get
to the media lab,

I can probably find some old eps
on SoundCloud

and cut something together
or something?

Yes. Yes. Um, okay.

Let's go before Hartman
gets back.

And I will see what I can figure
out about this hymnal stuff.

Great. Great. What do I do?

-You can write our assignments.
-Yeah.

Yes, yes.

We've chosen me,
the nearly failing student,

to do the homework,
that's, uh, smart.

You're not as stupid
as you look.

Didn't love that.

Yell if you see Hartman.

You're spending
too much time together.

That wasn't cool, dude.

Took you long enough
to get here.

You told her it was just me.
You made me lie to Maddie.

I didn't make you do a thing.

You could have told her
the truth but you didn't.

And to be clear, I'll now gladly
go back to tell her you lied

if you don't let me back in.

You played me.

Sorry.

Wally, we need
to go back in there.

I saw something.

On my way out.
There's someone else there.

Yeah, no sh*t, dude,
I was the one

that had the creepy little hands
grabbing at me, not you.

It's not the same thing
as those hands.

Come on. Come on, Wally.

If this church is the reason
we're both here--

Can we at least just come clean
to Maddie before we go?

Yeah, you can. She'll be pissed.

Watch, please.

You have the watch.

No, you have the watch.

You for sure have the watch.

No. I had the football.

You had the watch.
We each had one key.

Oh, my God. I lost it.

Oh, I dropped it.

-What?
-Oh, f*ck.

-No, dude.
-Yeah.

I was kind of running
for my life.

No. We need that.

Yeah, no sh*t.

f*ck.

Well...

f*ck it, grab your football.

We'll go the long way around,
use the side doors.

Hold on.
Just, wait a minute, alright?

-Let's think this through.
-Think what through?

How about a little hustle,
sport?

Let's go to the football field.

-Wait.
-What is going on?

What is happening?

I just, um...

I just need a minute.

These cover every decade
from 1830 to 1940.

Look for anything
about a church in the area.

We're talking about America
in the 1910s,

there was nothing else to do.

I mean, there's over 200
churches in the index alone.

Plus, all the street names
were different back then.

Okay, so,
it's gonna be a process.

Not to wander off topic--

Charley, you wander more
than JFK on a Marilyn weekend.

Just spit it out.

I said some things to Yuri

that, well, I didn't not mean,

but I don't know
if they were entirely fair.

And now he's mad
and possibly not speaking to me.

I mean, what is my problem?

Why do I always ruin good things
when they get started?

Just apologize.

Okay, but he was wrong, too.

-I mean, he lied.
-Then break up.

Okay, can't you just give me
a break here?

I'm asking you for advice.

And you think
I'm the relationship expert?

Guy who asked me to prom said
I should join the track team,

I ran away from him so fast.

This is a state-of-the-art
library.

I'm sure it was in 1999.

But if I'm being
perfectly honest,

your out-of-date facilities

are nothing
compared to your other problems.

What other problems
are you referring to?

Come on, Jerry. Get real.

This place is an absolute
death trap.

The number of students
who have dropped dead on campus,

it's unbelievable!

It would be funny

if it weren't
so deeply disturbing.

I would be honored
to be the person

that sees this place torn down
once and for all.

Come on, Ray.
We've got a lot of work to do.

Library smells musty.
Write that down.

Possible mold.

-There is no mold. I told you--
-Possible termites.

No,
there's no termites.

Should I be feeling anything
yet?

Honestly, I'm kind of surprised
you're not feeling anything yet.

Hypothetically,
what should I be feeling?

It's different for everyone.

You know,
some people see things,

some people feel things,
feel freer.

Usually, mushrooms just take
what's ever in your mind

and make you look at it
dead in the eye.

Hmm.

Kinda like the scars?

Gosh, that doesn't sound
very freeing.

Some people
have full-on ego deaths

to remember what it was like
in the womb.

Is it weird I don't really
actually remember a lot

from my life anymore?

Like I'll try
to play back certain moments

and I just get static.

Yeah. I wish I remembered less.

Be careful with that.

You start by forgetting
the bad memories on purpose.

Then the good ones vanish, too.

A couple decades ago,

I realized I couldn't...

even remember
my own mother's face.

I just can't see it anymore.

Pretty far out to think
we've all been dead

longer than we were ever alive.

Maybe it just doesn't work
on ghosts.

Maybe I'm just not wired
to be free.

Yeah,
they may have been duds. Sorry.

But even without the shrooms,
this all got pretty existential.

Yeah.

I, uh...

I think I'm gonna go
take a walk.

Thanks for trying.
It was a valiant effort.

Simon? Simon?

Maddie! Maddie! Maddie!

Any sign of Simon?

Not yet. But I'll find him.

What are you doing
out of the cafeteria?

His parents texted again

but we're getting creative,
so I'm on it!

sh*t. But don't let Hartman
catch you.

Yeah, you too.

I'm missing something.

I'm not finding anything helpful
in these.

You?

-Hello?
-Sorry.

Are you still obsessing
over your fight with Yuri?

God, this wasn't even
your first relationship.

Yeah, and you know
how my actual first one went.

Well, first love
doesn't count anyway.

That's just infatuation.

Well, infatuation
was a lot easier.

What's she doing in here?

Okay.

Nine, eight,
seven, six, five...

How would you like
to live the American dream?

You, too, can have it all!

A nine-to-five job, 2.4 kids.

A white picket fence
and a beautiful lawn mower.

Newspaper on your doorstep,
sex twice a year!

And don't forget Fido.

Sit, boy!

Everyone is counting on you!

Nothing like the smell
of freshly cut grass

in the morning.

A man's lawn is his pride.

Oops! Better get that.

It might be important.
Better get that.

It might be important.
Better get that.

Better get that.

Your life may depend on it.

Okay. It's been
a minute. Are you good now?

Simon!

Damn, she looks pissed.

Yeah, she's definitely looking
for me.

Okay, just give me a second,
I just wanna check in on her.

Yeah, don't tell her where I am
or what we're doing, alright?

Stay strong, champ.

Insufficient number
of smoke detectors.

-Oh, what--
-I counted seven, I counted--

Oh, what is that horrible smell?

-Can you look into that, Ray?
-It was a seniors' prank

with frogs
from the biology department.

It's just a little
formaldehyde...

-Coast is clear.
-Simon's pissing me off.

Where is he?

I'm really not sure.

-Wally, where is Simon?
-I don't know.

But I'm sure wherever he is,

he's doing whatever he can
to get back to you.

Alright?

I can't say I blame him.
I'd be doing the same thing.

But that's the problem,
he jumps before he thinks.

He always has.

That's how he got himself
into this in the first place.

He couldn't just wait
five seconds for me to get back.

He had to run into the burning
building and get himself stuck!

I can't lose him to this.

Maddie, maybe we should get
some privacy.

We're in the girls' room, how
much more privacy do you want?

Fair point.

I can't do this.

I can't watch
another person I care about

intentionally throw
themselves in harm's way,

especially when all I'm doing
is trying to keep them safe.

I'm gonna lose it, Wally.
I'm not kidding.

Is this just about Simon?

It's about everything.

It's about Simon, my mom,
seeing my dad,

and I'm sorry to be saying this,

because I know that Simon's
gotta be the priority, but...

I feel like
I'm gonna break soon,

and it's really freaking me out.

Hey, you know...

When the team was freaked out
before a game,

my coach had this exercise.

Um...

Do you want to try it?

Let's try it. Okay.
Here's what I want you to do.

Close your eyes
and imagine a suitcase.

Now, put your favorite movie
in the suitcase.

-What's your favorite movie?
-Harold and Maude.

Are you serious right now?
Harold and Maude?

The movie about the dude
that's obsessed with death

and he falls in love
with an 80-year-old woman?

And how old are you these days?

Damn.
I never thought I'd be Maude.

Okay. So this is what
I want you to do now.

Um, think about,

just your favorite moment
from that movie

and put it in the suitcase.

-What's your favorite moment?
-Easy.

Right after Harold tells Maude
he loves her,

right before she dies.

And she says...

"Oh, Harold, that's wonderful!

-Go and love some more."
-"Go and love some more."

Yeah. I love that movie too.

I'm not trying
to be controlling, I swear.

I'm trying to help.

Well, I know, you just...

You want to be on the field.

But you're in the booth
right now.

But sometimes being in the booth
is the best place to be.

'Cause you can see the field,
and you can call plays.

You're still in this, Maddie.
It's just different.

And you're exactly
where Simon needs you to be.

You have to help us
on your side,

go where we can't.

Talk to people
who don't hear us.

Alright.

Go back down there.

But I'm still pissed.

And when you see Simon,
tell him he's an as*h*le.

That I can definitely do.

Wait, wait, wait.

Your suitcase.

It might come in handy.

I'm not trying to be an as*h*le,
you know.

I don't like keeping things
from her.

Neither do I.

Especially the big stuff.

What's the big stuff?

-What's the big stuff?
-I got my door. Okay?

-Your exit door?
-Yeah.

Whoa.

Yeah, it-it...

It appeared the night Maddie
got back to her body.

And it stayed.

So that's why
I was so hesitant earlier.

I mean,
we could go see it right now.

If we took the side doors,
I can take you and show you.

Does anyone else know about it?

No.

I can't figure out
what I would say.

Clearly not "goodbye."

So when are you gonna tell her?

I have not thought
that far ahead.

So we are doing this?

I'm not gonna tell anyone.

Yeah, we're doing this.

Let's go.

I think
we're about done here, right?

Uh, hardly.

I suspect it's riddled
with asbestos

and I think I saw
some black mold there too.

No...

Maddie.

What are you doing down here?

I was just, uh...

skipping detention.

Secret's safe with me.

But you better get back
to the cafeteria

before they notice you're gone.

-Mr. South.
-Hmm?

I know you see things.

At this school.

And I just want you to know,
I see them, too.

Do you know...

if there was something here
before the high school?

Follow me.

Come, Everett.

Mother?

Sorry. Ouch!

I just wanna check on something.

God, it isn't fair that it hurts
even though it doesn't bleed.

Seriously? Seriously,
you're the only person I know

who can manage to get
a paper cut after the grave.

* All things know

Come on, Quinn!

* All things go

What the...

Well...

Quinn's having a nice day.

That guy's not.

Mother, wait! Wait!

I just wanna say, I've
been having the best time here.

Dangling
wires, electrical hazard,

can you write that down?

I think
the school's in great shape.

Oh,
you think it's in great shape?

Mr. Hartman, you're delusional.

I've already seen 17 infractions
and we just got started.

-Seventeen?
-Seventeen infractions, yes.

Oh, sh*t.

I guess technology
isn't the answer to everything.

She's been searching for ages
and hasn't found a single thing.

Holy sh*t.

Holy sh*t is right.

Let's go.

It's just here,
past the fence line.

It's a cornerstone.

When the last lead janitor
retired,

he showed me this.

If you get close...

...there's an energy to it.

A vibration.

A warmth.

Why?

You ever hear
of the Stone Tapes?

Old idea.

Says the places, buildings,
rocks, trees even,

they don't just sit there.

They remember.

Everything that's ever happened
near them,

joy, grief, blood, and death,

it soaks in.

Gets etched into the walls,

the grain, the ground.

And sometimes...

under the right circumstances,

they play it back.

Those lost memories.

I don't know that this place
is so much haunted

as it is
trying to say something.

And this one?

This one's been talking
since before you or I were born.

Since before this school
was ever built.

What is it trying to tell us?

Keep listening.

...cannot believe this.

Come on.

sh*t. sh*t. sh*t. sh*t. sh*t.

Ca-caw! Ca-caw!

-Oh, sh*t.
-God.

Ca-caw!

Ca-caw! Ca-caw!

We took a wrong turn.
It's this way.

Oh, sh*t.

You better run.

Didn't you hear me?
Doing the bird call?

Bird call? What bird call?

To tell you to hurry.
The bird call.

-That's a thing?
-It's-- It's a thing.

Guys, I found something.
Did you find Simon?

No. He's going in there
whether I like it or not.

-Oh, great.
-Hey.

I'm sorry I showed up
at your place like that.

I should've known better,
it was thoughtless.

I filled them in
on what was going on.

-Yeah.
-Should I not have done that?

No. Sorry. It's fine, of course.

Don't apologize.

I'm glad she's getting help.

Hey, Maddie. Are you sure
you're okay at your place alone?

Maddie?

What did I say?

I'm just not used
to talking about it.

I know you mean well
when you say,

"It's so great
she's getting help."

But she gets help all the time.

And we end up
right back where we started.

So, yeah,
it's great she's at detox.

But what happens in a week
when she's back?

I will be fine
at my place alone.

I'm alone
whether she's there or not.

We just-- We've been
through this so many times,

sometimes hope just messes
with my brain

and turns into dread.

Maddie, you're wrong.

You're not alone.

We'll be here all night!
Whoa!

Aha! Alright, that's--

Oh.

Principal Hartman...

-you okay?
-Yes, I'm fine.

Well, continue.

Mr. Hartman,

please report
to the Principal's Office.

Alright, um...

I'll be back in a few minutes
to collect your papers.

Please, please, do not leave
until I get back.

You guys, there's a reason
I couldn't find anything online.

I kept trying to search
for, like,

"Finnish Church Split River,"

"Lutheran Church Split River,"

but Split River wasn't always
called Split River.

You're kidding?

It used to be called...

-Stillwater.
-Stillwater.

Thanks to that discovery,
I remembered seeing that name

over and over again
in this book.

Stillwater was the name
of the town up until 1912.

I couldn't find any info
on why they changed it,

but I did find this.

Hey, uh, Maddie,
you think you could translate?

-Just one second.
-Nine people died

in the church
that was on this site.

Eight were children.

Nine people died in the church
where Simon found that hymnal.

They died inside the church?

Sorry, I'm lost.
What's the connection?

Died from what? When?

It says it happened
on October 28th, 1912.

Come now, Everett. You remember.

It was the day
they split the river.

My mother told me about it.

It was meant
to help the town prosper.

To redirect water
to local farms.

But something went wrong.

There was a flood.
It rained for days and days.

So the old church
that was here...

Was also a grave.

And now the memory
of whatever happened...

Is trapped here, too.

Alright. Time to go home.

Turn in your work.

To be continued?

Auto body shop,
left to the theater. Right here.

Quinn, are-are you okay?

Hey, Rhonda.

What are you doing up there?

Okay, well, we-- Do you want us
to help you down or...

Oh.

Everything is okay.

I saw the universe, Rhonda.

It was so beautiful.

What are you talking about?

Whoa, whoa, hey, hey.

Are you okay?

I took a journey into my soul,

and it turns out, I am music.

That is exactly
what Barry Manilow said.

Can you walk?

Okay. You're just gonna... Yeah.

Let's get you some water.

Uh, I'll meet up
with you guys later.

- Okay!
- You gotta go. Yeah, yeah.

Are you okay?

I...

I went in.

Finally.

Saw what I'd been avoiding.

I mean, I should've known...

All those years at the wheel,

thinking about
how I didn't want to get stuck.

Suburban house, dead-end job,

beer in front of the TV
every night.

That was my horror.

Not a kid and a wife.

Just me...

wasting away with no freedom.

And in trying so hard
not to end up there,

I trapped myself
in the fear of it.

Janet was right.

I took it from out here.

And I brought it in with me.

And when I came back out, it...

it didn't reset.

That's how she made things stay.

But, Charley,
the only thing I wanna make stay

is you.

Hi.

It's getting dark earlier now,
huh?

Yeah.

You waiting for him
to come back?

I don't even know anymore.

I'm just trying to figure out
what to do next.

Hey,
we're doing stuff.

Thanks to Claire's surprising
Finnish skills

and Nicole's tech savviness,
we're on it now.

And don't forget,
your Dad's on it too.

Yeah. You're right.

Hey, thanks for everything
you said earlier.

And today.

And all that you guys are doing.

It's easy to forget people
are there for you

when you get stuck
in your head all the time.

Always.

I owe it to you.

You should get some rest,
Maddie.

Head home.

Simon's gonna be here tomorrow,
I promise.

With answers.

I hope you're right.

I can't help but feel
like everything's on fire

and I can't put it out.

You can't control everything,
Maddie.

Yeah, but it doesn't stop me
from wanting to.

Well...

I'm gonna go track down my keys,

because I think they fell
out of my pocket

back there when we were running,
but...

let me know
if you need anything.

I'm a call away.

What brings you?

Uh...

Do you remember me?

We met, um,
well, a while back now.

-I'm Dave.
-David. Drowned.

I remember.

Just surprised to see you,

or anyone,
in this part of the hospital.

No one comes here
if they don't have to.

I'm hoping you can help me.

I know you've been here
a long time.

Longer than anyone.

See, my daughter, um...

Oh, it's a complicated story,
but she needs my help.

I think what's happening here
is happening at her school.

There are people,
ghosts there, like us,

stuck at the high school.

We're not stuck.

Not really.

Not like the others.

Okay. Look out.

Maddie.

You okay?

Can I stay at your place
tonight?

You see anything or...

-anyone yet?
-No.

Any sign of that watch?

Here.

And I was here.

I know you've seen it.

-Seen what?
-Your way out.

These ones never will.

-I got it!
-Okay.

Come on, Simon. Let's go.

-Simon!
-Shh, shh, shh.

You hear that?

What do you mean?

There are spirits, further down.

Older than us.

They are truly stuck here.

No way out.

No escape.

Lost.

We call them...

The Forgotten.