03x08 - The Burning of the Sorrows

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(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh, hi.

Agent Park, I'm guessing you're not here

on a social call.

I wanted to tell you in person.

Richard Trott d*ed
in the hospital this morning.

Complications from his stroke.

Oh, my God.

Trott didn't k*ll Jake Cazine,

but it's likely he had info
on whoever did.

Could be someone
was trying to silence him.

Could be somebody was simply
upset he was about to walk.

I'm investigating his death
for foul play.

Is there anything at all that
you wanted to share with me,

since you were at the station

when Trott collapsed?

I was just working in the bullpen.

Security footage shows
that your desk was empty

until you rushed in with Temperance.

Where were you right before that?

That is enough.

We have to go now.

We were just walking in
from the parking lot together.

Is there anything else?

(SIGHS)

I'll get back to you on that.

♪ ♪

We're going to call
the supernatural k*ller

the "Copperhead" because
of the hat it wears.

Oh. Um, I thought of that.

Um, I did an image search and found

this political cartoon
from the Civil w*r,

uh, with Copperheads in hats.

Snakes wearing hats,

which is a thing again on Pinterest.

Yeah, but you were there
for the O.G. version.

You know, sometimes I forget
you've been alive since .

You look amazing, by the way.

And you've actually been

to its underground lair?

Yeah. Yes, so Nancy found the cage

that you saw in Trott's memory weave.

Now, the Copperhead was imprisoned there

until Hannah Gruen let it out.

As head intern, I feel it is my duty

to clean up her mess.

(SIGHS)

- You want to t*rture Hannah?
- No.

No. Uh...

I'm digitizing
the Historical Society database,

and I came upon

this device that's been used

to trap supernatural entities before.

I want to use it to catch the Copperhead

before it kills again.

Now, I found this incantation
to activate the trap,

but I still need bait.

Well, you have me as a mentor,

and I have a charm

made of ancient whale tooth
that would work.

Whale tooth.

Random, but great. Yes.

That's odd.

Is that a soul-splitter?

Yeah. Yeah, I, um, I separated

George and Odette's souls.

Now George gets to live
a very long life.

Just a few days ago,

you couldn't pull off
a protection charm.

And now, you've performed
a lifesaving ritual.

I was right to put my faith in you.

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- What are you doing here?

Well, she has bait.

Mystical bait.

She's gonna help us
catch the Copperhead.

Oh, will she? Because, last time
she helped, she went rogue.

And now Trott's dead.

Agent Park is investigating his death,

and he believes that you and I
were involved, which we were,

because you gave Trott a fatal stroke

and made me your accomplice.

I have pledged to rid
this town of evil forces,

and that now includes you.

Get out.

You are making a mistake.

Mm.

Wait. No, go apologize now.

She can help us.

Bess,

I refuse to be a pawn in her game.

(SIGHS)

Should we call the cops now?

No crimes reported on the scanner,

and he has not been admitted
to the local hospital

or urgent care.

(SCOFFS) Why would Nick just
drive off without his phone?

Maybe he's trying to disconnect

without us being able to track him?

Or maybe it's me. I was only planning

on couch surfing a couple nights, but...

Is he trying to avoid jury duty?

Wait, was he trying to avoid me? Are...

Are we not okay?

You seemed fine together
the last time I saw you.

- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- Oh...

Maybe he forgot his keys.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You're not Nick. Where's Nick?

So, still no word?

Okay, I'm gonna help you guys look.

I'm gonna check The Claw again.

- Thank you.
- All right, yeah.

So, I guess it's you and me.

Yeah.

I mean, probably cover
more ground if we split up,

but... unless you're here

because you're having
an existential crisis,

you don't want to be alone
with your thoughts.

An existential crisis. Come on,
does that sound like me?

Okay, your car or mine?

Thank you for returning my grimoire.

I'm guessing you're not here to digitize

- my files for the archives.
- No.

No, I-I'm here to ask you to
help us catch the Copperhead.

I've been very helpful,

but Nancy treats me like a villain.

Are you with her or with me?

I'm-I'm with you both.

So, maybe I could still use the bait?

You can't handle its power on your own.

I'm not in the mood
to offer any guidance.

Hey. Did you get the bait?

As requested,

but I don't feel good about
stealing from Temperance.

Well, you're gonna feel a lot better

when we catch the Copperhead
and stop it from k*lling again.

(SIGHING)

Okay, do we have to do this
so near Icarus Hall?

I mean, Temperance could find us.

Well, the Copperhead showed up
at Temperance's house,

and I think it's drawn to these woods.

Okay. Do your thing, please.

Okay.

(EXHALES)

I call upon this snare

to trap all evil that roams.

Guardian spirits,

protect us from wayfaring harm.

(SIGHS)

Okay.

You see anything?

Oh, God...

So, we're just crouching
in the woods now?

Yeah. Yeah, no, it's really good
for the quads, so...

Just...

What are you doing here?

Well, I wanted to ask Temperance

about the day Trott had his stroke.

She made an appointment
with me that same afternoon,

but when I arrived at Icarus Hall,

no Temperance, only Bess.

Yeah, well, that was just
a mix-up. It can happen.

Huh. Didn't seem like happenstance,

especially since you kept me
away from the station

right before Trott collapsed.

(LOUD BANG)

TEMPERANCE: What did you do?

We set a trap to catch the Copperhead.

That's not the Copperhead.

Watch out!

- (GRUNTS)
- (GASPS)

(GROANING)

We have to run. Now.

Come on.

NANCY: So, whatever
we caught has escaped.

Have you seen this before?
Light monsters?

No,

but you have access to the
Historical Society database.

I can't run and search at the same time.

You all seem to have calmly
skipped past the premise.

Oh, I'm not calm.

He means we're not questioning

the existence of the supernatural.

(GROANING)

So, this kind of thing
happens in Horseshoe Bay.

It's in all the visitor brochures.

I've read about
the quaint seaside rituals

and haunted hotels,

not entities that can k*ll you
with beams of light.

(GROANING) That would
hardly attract tourism.

Okay, is there something
I can get you for your pain,

like a spell, a mystical ointment,

an ibuprofen?

- Willow bark...
- Okay.

... in my dispensary jars.

We need to block all the windows.

Letting Temperance off the hook?

Triage. If a light monster's
trying to burn us to death,

then we need to deal with that first.

And you're okay with light monster?

No scientific explanation needed?

Just because science can't explain it,

doesn't mean it's not real.

Huh. That's refreshingly open-minded.

What were you trying to catch?
Bess called it the Copperhead?

Oh, that would be the serial k*ller

that you're looking for.

Turns out, that's also a thing
science can't explain.

Well, then elaborate without science.

Like you said, triage.

Deal with the light monster first.

(SEAGULL CALLING)

Hello? Can I help you?

EVE: Oh, sorry.

I was just leaving a note for Ned.

I'm Eve. Pronouns, she/her.

George. She/her.

You know Nick?

You're Ned's fiancée, right?

Congrats. (CHUCKLES)

I'm a friend of Ned's from
Florida. We go way back,

to, like, diapers.
He's basically my brother.

Uh, is he around?

I... don't know where he is.

Actually, it's-it's

really weird timing, you showing
up on the day that he's missing.

Well, no, not-not missing-missing.

He's just...

off the grid, temporarily.

Growing up, if Ned had
something on his mind,

he'd disappear to handle it alone,

usually with a pint of butter pecan.

(CHUCKLES) Drove his mom crazy.

Yeah, he's done that before,

but I checked his freezer,
and it's-it's fully stocked.

So, he hasn't changed that much.

I'm gonna go look for him
if you want to come.

Maybe it'll give us a chance to
get to know each other better?

I'd love that.

First time in Maine?

Is it that obvious?

Mm.

ACE: Nick?

You can have your couch back. I'll go.

Okay, nothing, so maybe
it's-it's not about the couch,

which is-is good news.

(LOUD CLANGING)

Who's there?

Probably just old pipes.

"Probably just old pipes" who?

(BEEPING)

Maybe Nick was here. I'll look.

- Question.
- Yeah?

You've been occupying
Drew sofa space all month.

Does that feeling ever go away?

The bad back? No.

No, no, you just, you adapt.

I mean the burden.

That feeling, you know,
from the... freeloading.

Oh, dude, listen, listen, listen.

You don't, you don't have
to be so hard on yourself, okay?

Hey, you're doing fine.

Am I?

Is a grown man who can't afford rent

and doesn't know what
he's doing with his life fine?

Okay, define

"freeloading".

Don't sweat it. I mean, you're
allowed to be the couch guy.

Dad got arrested, you lost
all your money. It's fine.

(DOOR CREAKS)

- (DOOR HANDLE JIGGLES)
- It's stuck.

- (DOOR HANDLE JIGGLES)
- (GROANS)

- (KNOCKS ON DOOR)
- Hey, let us out.

Who you talking to?

Whatever's trapped us in here.
Guessing it's supernatural.

How do you know
it's not just rusty hinges?

(CLANGING)

I've developed a feel for these things.

So, I searched the
Historical Society database.

This thing is called
the Burning Sorrows.

It's not human.

Premise accepted.

Okay, so it scorches people to death

in order to feed on
their greatest heartbreaks.

Um, rays of poisonous light

extend like limbs from its body,

and if it burns you,

then the venom in the wound

will awaken your most painful memories.

Uh, symptoms include: delirium,

infection at the point of contact,

emitting suffering,

whatever that means, uh, and death.

Got any good news in there?

BESS: If it consumes
your most gut-wrenching

memory before you die, then
it returns to a dormant state,

and the venom is neutralized.
That's good-ish.

- Yeah.
- Then it hibernates

until something awakes it again,
something like us novices

misusing powerful supernatural bait.

We need to protect her.
Maybe we can feed

the Burning Sorrows
other heartbreaks instead.

Yeah, it could work.

We got the Wraith's attention
by feeding it my fears, so...

How often does this happen to you?

Often enough.

Let's give it a try. I've got
heartbreaks to spare.

L-Losing Odette to save George.

Lying to Lisbeth to protect her.

Betraying Aunt Diana.

I think it's working.

Getting kicked out by my mum.

Losing my mom and my biological mother.

My grandmother getting
m*rder*d because of me.

Finding out that my parents
aren't my birth parents.

Eleanor Harris.

(SCREAMS)

- (GROANING)
- NANCY: It wants Temperance.

She's marked.

So, the only way

to get out of here alive

is to find out Temperance's
greatest heartbreak

and feed it to the monster.

Do you really think Temperance
is capable of heartbreak?

All I ever wanted to do was help.

Okay, so help. Let's talk heartbreaks.

- (SIZZLING)
- (SCREAMING)

She's not real.

(SHUDDERS)

It's impossible.

Who is that?

My daughter, Charity.

NANCY: Is she your greatest heartbreak?

Because we need to feed her
to the monster.

You cannot have her! (SCREAMS)

Temperance.

It's okay.

(LAUGHTER)

So, this girl just shows up
knowing all these things

about you and Nick today?

Relax. Eve checks out. Look.

She's got a boyfriend,
her sisters like BTS,

and she knows her way around a comma.

What's not to like?

Yeah, how far back did you scroll?

Enough for you.

You're not the only one who
gets to be overprotective, okay?

(KIDS LAUGHING)

KID: Can you tell us
more stories about Nick?

KID : Yeah!

Why do you keep calling him Ned?

That's his real name.

He must've just started
going by Nick recently.

So did you know him
before he got arrested?

Back when he played football?

Never spoke about his past, huh?

He told us about it yesterday.

Oh, he did.

Um... (CLEARS THROAT)

Yeah, the kids drew pictures

of what they want to be
when they grow up.

It got Nick and I talking

about what we wanted to be, before.

And then he went MIA.

I did mention that going
on a walkabout helped me

when I had a lot to process.

- So...
- A walkabout?

Where would he walkabout to

and what-what is he walking about about?

Uh... what's been on his mind lately?

That is a very good question.

(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

What are you...

Hey, I-I got to go.

EVE: When he was your age,
he was a total goofball.

Ned would've gotten detention more,

but he was so good
at making the teachers laugh.

(LAUGHTER)

- (KNOCKS ON WINDOW)
- Oh. Can you, can you open the door?

You lied. You have been to Maine.

I forgot that was on my timeline.

Why are you here?
Are you in love with Nick?

No, I'm not in love with him.

Why would I believe
anything that you say?

(CAR ENGINE SPUTTERS)

Go inside before you
freeze to death, okay?

I'll find Nick myself.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Yes.

NANCY: The archives said
the Burning Sorrows' venom

awakens painful memories in its victims,

so maybe what we're seeing is
Temperance emitting suffering,

projecting memories.

The girl, Temperance's daughter,

was from an entirely different era.

Yes, I noticed.

What if we told you that Temperance

is about years old?

I'd say she aged well.
What's her secret?

Does it matter if we can't save her now?

Point taken.

There are few things in
this life more heartbreaking

than the loss of a child.

Must be what the monster wants.

Okay, can we just tread lightly?

Got it. How did Charity die?

Nancy, you can't...

More tea.

Temperance, we want to help you survive.

Could you tell us about your daughter?

- (SIGHS) Maybe her death is in the town records.
- BESS: Tea.

- (TYPING ON PHONE KEYBOARD)
- Tea to the rescue.

"Charity Hudson Dow
passed away on July ,

at the age of . She was
survived by her husband..."

He's the reason that she's gone.

Did Charity's husband k*ll her?

- (SIZZLING)
- (GROANING)

Charity was a nurse in the Civil w*r.

Uh, she was a part of
the th Maine Regiment.

Listed as a casualty
at the Battle of Gettysburg.

Temperance, is this Gettysburg?

NANCY: There's Charity again.

Were you there when she d*ed?

NANCY: In ,

Temperance was in hiding, presumed dead.

Yet I risked everything

to try to find

my daughter.

I went to Gettysburg,

but I was too late.

He's using the soul-splitter,
like we did with George.

TEMPERANCE: The Women in White
had a willing pawn

perform the soul-splitter
ritual on Charity.

They split her soul into four pieces,

which they entwined with the souls

of four soldiers on the b*ttlefield,

so that I would never find her.

So, they split Charity's soul

to keep her mother from saying goodbye?

I can't imagine a greater heartbreak.

That's got to be the one.

How do we feed it
to the Burning Sorrows?

We open up the windows.

Let it in.

Ready?

(EXHALES)

- (GROWLING)
- (RUMBLING)

(TEMPERANCE SCREAMS)

PARK: Temperance!

- The wound just spread.
- (BESS PANTING)

I can't find a pulse.

Nancy, remember when your blood,

like, literally Botoxed Temperance?

There's some left.

Your blood did what?

(SIZZLING)

It's working.

Oh, no...

We need more blood.

(QUIETLY): Okay.

Wait!

(GASPS SOFTLY)

Okay, that's not something...
I've ever seen before

or would have recommended.

That's enough.

I'll find you a cookie

or a juice box or something.

PARK: I'll be right back.

(LINE RINGING)

NANCY: Hello?

Hey. Are you busy?

Uh, kind of.

What's up?

Okay, the thing is, is that right now...

Nothing. We're, uh...

(WHISPERS): Ask her for help.

... look-looking for Nick.

I'm sure that he'll...

Is he okay?

I, um...

I'm trying to solve a puzzle.

Ace, can you look
at those photos you took

of Matthew Burke's tent?

I remember him writing
about recurring nightmares

about a b*ttlefield.

I just was wondering if his nightmares

were about Gettysburg.

(KNOCKING)

What's going on over there?

- We're stuck in...
- Nothing.

Uh, we're...

Tent pictures, Gettysburg...
we're on that.

Thank you. Bye.

(KNOCKING)

Why didn't you tell her
we were trapped in here

by some supernatural, angry door lock?

'Cause it sounded like she was
dealing with something herself.

And I'm tired of leaning on other people

to fix my messes for me.

You should be, too.

Hey. Listen, whatever's
going on in your life

or with Nancy, don't
take it out on me, okay?

It's not about Nancy.

Keep telling yourself that.

(DEPARTING FOOTSTEPS)

PARK: Here.

Let me help you.

(SIGHS)

Didn't expect your go-to move
to be "mystical blood ritual".

But I admire the commitment.

Oh. Same.

(CHUCKLES): You, uh, you
jumped into the situation

with commendable zeal.

Seem like the type of
person who goes all in.

Like when we were shouting
heartbreaks earlier

and you said a name.

Eleanor Harris.

She the, uh...

one that got away? (CHUCKLES)

I never met Eleanor Harris.

I saw her in the ER

at a teaching hospital in Connecticut

while I was doing
my psych residency there.

What happened to Eleanor?

Multiple g*nsh*t wounds
from an as*ault r*fle

in a school sh**ting.

Brought her in under
this blood-soaked sheet.

Hoping for some kind of miracle.

Even though she'd bled out
in two or three seconds

from the b*llet fragments that...

tore apart her abdomen.

But, uh, no EMT wants
to declare a six-year-old

dead at the scene.

People want to believe
they did everything

they possibly could.

So they, uh...

brought her to the hospital,

and we waited...

for the doctor to pronounce her...

Eleanor Harris is why
I went into law enforcement.

Why I became a profiler.

And why you don't carry a g*n?

(SIGHS)

She is exactly why.

After seeing what Eleanor's
parents went through...

... it's hard to imagine

Temperance has a worse heartbreak

than watching her daughter die.

That Gettysburg memory
was more than that.

Temperance said that the
Women in White had...

a "pawn" there.

Who was he?

PARK: Tell me about the Women in White.

They were once my dearest friends.

But when they could
no longer understand my hopes,

they turned against me.

- (TEMPERANCE SCREAMS)
- (WHOOSHES)

BESS: That's Cora Dow.

That's the Woman in White
who got Temperance kicked out

of Horseshoe Bay.

TEMPERANCE: Cora Dow poisoned
the mind of Charity's father.

She told him to take
Charity away from me.

That's the doll from
the Copperhead's cage.

Why does he have it?

(QUIETLY): No.

(IN UNISON WITH OTHER VOICES): No.

(WITH TEMPERANCE): No. No.

- OTHERS: No. No.
- What's going on?

- No. No.
- Her subconscious is pushing back.

Get away from me!

They're just figments.

Th-They can't...

- (SCREAMS)
- NANCY: Bess!

PARK: It's a literal defense mechanism

to keep us from discovering
her heartbreak.

(TABLE RATTLING)

Oh!

(GRUNTS)

NANCY: We need to let the light in.

The-the Burning Sorrows

destroyed the specters before,

so we can use it as a w*apon.

(WHOOSHING)

(WHOOSHING)

(GASPING BREATH)

What hurt you more

than having your child
torn away from you?

What greater heartbreak is there

than watching your daughter die?

When did you truly lose her?

When she betrayed me w...
with her choice.

- What did she choose?
- Not what. Who.

Beckett Dow.

- (SIZZLING)
- (SCREAMING)

Charity's married name was Dow.

And... Cora Dow exiled Temperance.

Then Cora's son married
Temperance's daughter.

So the man who split
Charity's soul was her husband?

You told Cora Dow
that I was still alive,

and then she forced her son
to elope with you

to get back at me!

Beckett loves me,

and I love him with all my heart!

You cannot imagine
the power of our bond.

We leave tomorrow
with the th Regiment.

I choose my husband.

(GRUNTS)

Then I hope you die on the b*ttlefield.

And when your heart stops,
you'll realize I was right.

(PANTING, GROANING)

This is the only memory which
Temperance herself appears in.

This is what the Burning Sorrows wants.

(SOBS): Make it stop!

It's...

The windows!

We need to open the windows.
Give it everything we've got.

Now!

(WIND RUSHING, GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

(TEMPERANCE SCREAMS)

Temperance?

- (GASPING BREATH)
- What...

(GASPS)

BESS (WHISPERS): Oh, my God.

(SHUDDERING)

Matthew Burke had more to say.

He just needed us to speak for him.

You hear me?

RYAN: No, no. Listen.

I think the Archive Room Ghost
is trying to tell us something.

I've been writing the pattern
down. Listen to this.

(KNOCKING)

Six knocks, right?

Wait.

(KNOCKING)

There's eight knocks.

(KNOCKING)

- Ten knocks.
- Ten knocks.

All right, but here's the thing.

Each one of these lines starts
with a one and a two.

Right? But that could be .

Right? I mean, that could be...
that could be a time,

that could be a month... December...

- it could be...
- Or...

maybe the numbers are times and dates.

- (SNAPS FINGERS)
- Like a time stamp on footage.

- What was that first one?
- Okay, so it's ,

, nine, four, three.

(TAPPING KEYBOARD)

The caution tape moved on its own,

and the video glitched.

- What's the next one?
- Uh, ,

six, nine, five, five.

(TAPPING KEYBOARD)

- There it is. Coaster moved; glitch.
- Mm-hmm.

See? These things have to be connected.

All right, next one.

, six, eight, ten.

(WHISPERS): Wow.

There might be information
hidden in the glitches,

but I need equipment to work on it.

(LOUDLY): Equipment that
I keep outside of this room.

Definitely can't work on it
if I stay locked up in here.

Hell yeah.

We do have a feel for these things.

I just emailed you pics

of Matthew Burke's manic writing period.

Hey, tell Nancy I said hi.

So, uh... what's next?

I need a laptop.

I need some audio gear.

I can drop you off
at your couch on the way.

(SIGHS)

You asked me where I was
when Trott had his stroke,

and my answer might
have been incomplete.

I know.

You have a tell when
you're spinning a partial truth.

What's my tell?

Bet you can figure it out.

Uh, am I still a suspect?

You were never a suspect
in Trott's case.

You don't fit the profile.

Hmm.

Temperance is awake.

Told her you'd have
some questions for her.

The Copperhead's first
victim, Matthew Burke,

he had recurring nightmares

about the Battle of Gettysburg.

How is all this connected?

The pieces of Charity's soul

have reincarnated separately
through the years.

Only the Copperhead knows
how to find her now.

I saw a symbol

on Dow's uniform

and the same one on the Copperhead's.

Is it possible that Beckett Dow
became the Copperhead?

With the help of his
mother's rituals, yes.

So why go after Charity now?

The timing is no coincidence.

TEMPERANCE: Only days after

I lowered the barrier
around Horseshoe Bay,

the Copperhead began k*lling anybody

that carried a piece of Charity's soul.

Matthew Burke and Jake Cazine.

And when he's captured all four pieces,

he's going to destroy them...

along with himself.

So why not destroy the soul back in

instead of splitting it apart?

I do not know, but I
would have given anything

just to touch those remnants
one... more time.

(TEMPERANCE SHUDDERING)

Temperance, I know you said

you didn't want to go to a hospital...

No hospital can help me.

The Burning Sorrows has
corrupted my body

down to the cellular level.

Do you need more of my blood?

No.

I need new cells.

I saved a lock of my daughter's hair.

And since my cells make
up half of her DNA,

I can adapt a regeneration ritual

to renew what's been corrupted.

- I'll help.
- Yeah.

- NANCY: Yeah, we all will.
- I'm grateful

for your kindness, but...

I have to do this alone.

Leave me.

- (SIGHS)
- You couldn't find him, either?

I ran out of places to look.

So we still need each other.

Hmm.

Here's the truth.

Yes, I was in Maine three years ago.

I was at a party with Ned

during his football training camp.

The party where Nick got into a fight.

He was protecting someone.

He was protecting me.

And he k*lled a man in self-defense.

I haven't talked to Ned since.

He won't answer any of my letters

or take my calls.

I texted when I found out
he got engaged, but no reply.

I mean, I thought about
telling you when I met you,

but "I'm the reason Ned went to juvie"

isn't exactly first impression material.

So I lied about who I was...

or at least who I was to Ned.

Besides, he shut off that
part of his life anyway.

You know, that's not true.

He did tell Addy and
the kids about his past.

That whole walkabout thing.

Maybe he did go on a walkabout.

Is that the kind of
thing that he would do?

Not exactly,

but when he found himself in his head,

he had this way of centering himself.

What, like...

like meditation?

Not meditation in the
traditional sense, but...

I know where he is.

Well, I stand corrected...

Temperance was capable of heartbreak.

Yeah, I mean, she lost...

so much.

That looks exactly like the device

from her Gettysburg vision. Is...

- Yeah.
- TEMPERANCE: I recognize it, too.

Brings back memories of your daughter.

I think you should have it.

You don't know how much this means.

Temperance?

Yes.

I'm still myself.

PARK: When you said regeneration

from Charity's cells,
you meant that literally?

NANCY: Did you know this would happen?

I knew it was possible, I just...

And I am content.

I've yearned to see
my daughter's face again.

EVE: This is where he had football camp.

It's the last field he played on.

Before everything changed.

Thank you for helping me find him.

Likewise.

Coming?

No. You go.

You guys have a lot to catch up on.

EVE: Hey, Neddington.

What are you doing here?

Visiting you, obviously.

You come all the way from Florida?

I'm at UVA now.

- Virginia?
- Mm-hmm.

Wow. That's, um...

that's great.

I met George. I like her a lot.

Your life seems really good here.

I'm sorry.

About everything.

Yeah, I should have returned
your calls, but, um...

- I just wasn't ready to...
- I'm not here

to talk about us or the past.

I'm here because I need your help.

I think I k*lled someone.

♪ Trust no one... ♪

To the Archive Room Ghost,
whoever you are:

Your story doesn't have to end
just because you're gone,

and I'd really be honored
to help you tell it.

Maybe that's my calling.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(DISTORTED STATIC)

WHISPERED VOICE: Die.

Die. Die.

- Die.
- ♪ Nothing's ever what it seems ♪

Die.

(FADING): Die.

TEMPERANCE: Dear daughter,

I made real progress today.

It started when Bess proposed
setting a mystical trap.

I let her think my charm

would bait the Copperhead.

I made it easy for her to steal.

She thought they trapped
the Burning Sorrows by mistake.

But I designed that charm
to awaken the Burning Sorrows.

I made sure I was the one it b*rned.

I showed my heartbreaks
and risked my life

as a way to get Nancy to trust me.

Her place in the Hudson bloodline

is the key to getting you back.

Despite all that the Women
in White did to keep us apart,

we will soon be one in spirit,

as well as in body,

and then we'll finish
the work we started.

♪ What it seems ♪

♪ You've gone insane ♪

♪ Nothing's ever what it ♪

♪ Seems. ♪

(WOMAN SCREAMS, BELL DINGS)

(PENCIL SCRIBBLING)