01x05 - You Reap What You Woe

[bunniefuu]

[tense, enigmatic music playing]

[Wednesday] How well

do we really know our parents?

Take my father.

I've always considered him an open book.

A man given to misguided schemes

and exaggerated displays of affection.

But when he was a student,

he was accused of a m*rder

that took place right up there.

Which leads me to wonder

[intense, unsettling music playing]

what really happened

that stormy night 32 years ago?

[screams]

[music swells]

I think he had a sword,

and they certainly have issues.

I don't like to tell tales,

Sheriff Walker,

but it's all Morticia Frump's fault.

They were fighting over her.

Tish

I don't know what to say, Gomez.

Seeing you in handcuffs,

accused of m*rder

I've never loved you more.

Cara mia.

All right, that's enough, Addams.

Let's go.

- Let's move it out. Let's get going.

- [officer bangs on car]

[jauntily macabre music playing]

[quirkily dreary music playing]

Ah, the fetid air of teenage angst.

These were the best years of our lives,

were they not, Tish?

They certainly were, mi cariño.

I hope Wednesday's happy to see us.

I left a dozen messages

on her crystal ball. Still no reply.

Fret not, my plum-lipped cupid.

I'm sure she's dying to see us.

[Gomez] Mmm.

[Pugsley] Come on, let's go.

[bell tolls]

Nevermore was created

as a safe haven for our children

to learn and to grow,

no matter who or what they are.

[applause]

I realize most of you have heard about

the unfortunate incident

involving one of our students.

But I'm happy to report

that Eugene is on the mend

and is expected to make a full recovery.

So let's focus on the positive

and make this Parents' Weekend

our very best yet.

[Wednesday] On the mend?

Try in a coma.

Have you been to see him?

- You're his friend.

- I'm the reason he's in the hospital.

That is not your fault, okay?

The monster hasn't att*cked anyone

in the past week.

Maybe you finally scared it off.

Or maybe it went into hiding

to avoid this weekend.

[Morticia] Look at this.

Some things never change.

[quirky music continuing]

I knew I should have worn my plague mask.

Would you look at my family?

- [howling]

- Talk about toxic pack mentality.

I give my mom 30 seconds

before her judge-y claws come out.

[Enid sighs] Let's get this over with.

There she is.

Oh, how we missed those

accusing eyes and youthful sneer.

How are you, my little rain cloud?

I thought Thing was filling you in

on my every move.

I uncovered your feeble subterfuge

almost immediately.

So, how's the little fella doing?

Does he still have all his fingers?

Relax. I haven't snapped

any of his digits.

Yet.

So tell us everything.

Since you've abandoned me here,

I've been hunted, haunted

and the target of an attempted m*rder.

Ah, Nevermore. I love you so.

Enid.

Oh, let me look at you.

- One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand

- Have you not been waxing?

Three seconds. That's a personal best.

[sniffing]

Are you feeling well?

You're looking a touch anemic.

Have you been eating enough red meat?

It's good to see you too, Mom.

And you, Dad.

[somber, inquisitive music playing]

Not sure how much more of this

family togetherness I can take.

Think you skipped where you apologize

for acting like a jerk last weekend.

I'm sorry for what happened at the dance.

I shouldn't have asked you

to siren-song me like that.

Guessing your dad's

a no-show again this year?

Yeah.

I got a text this morning. You?

Gabrielle hasn't shown her face

since I started here.

Probably sunning herself

somewhere in the Seychelles.

[woman] My darling daughter.

I made it.

Wouldn't miss this for the world.

I guess you misjudged her.

[music builds ominously, fades away]

[gasps softly]

Our old yearbook.

I haven't laid eyes on this

in over 20 years.

Such good times we had,

didn't we, Larissa?

Some of us better than others.

Oh, don't be so modest.

You always filled a room

with your presence.

Like a stately sequoia tree.

And I guess that would make you

the lumberjack.

[laughs] There's that biting

sense of humor that I always adored.

Do you remember when we did that duet

for the Solstice Talent Show?

Your Judy Garland impression

was a dead ringer.

Sounds positively suicidal.

Oh.

My picture's gone.

Really? Well, that is odd.

May I borrow this for the weekend?

That way Gomez and I can take

a little walk down memory lane.

Rawr.

[purrs playfully]

[Weems] All right.

Let's get down

to the matter at hand, shall we? Hmm?

Unfortunately, Wednesday's

assimilation has been rocky at best.

Because I refuse to embrace

the culture of dishonesty

and denial permeating this school.

Starting with the monster that

k*lled Rowan and put Eugene in the ICU.

Although I do hear he's on the mend.

We've always encouraged Wednesday

to speak her mind.

Sometimes her sharp tongue can cut deep.

Apparently her therapist feels

she hasn't been very open to the process.

Their time together has not yielded

the results we'd hoped.

I'm not a lab rat.

Dr. Kinbott and I have spoken,

and we both agree

it would be most beneficial for you all

to attend a family session this weekend.

No.

I thought that might be your reaction,

but your parents can see the wisdom in it.

Um, not to side with Wednesday,

but, um, we're only here for the weekend.

Oh, come on.

What can it hurt? To be honest,

I've always been a big fan

of head-shrinking.

It's not that kind of head-shrinking,

mon chéri.

Well,

that is disappointing.

But anything for our little girl.

Ah.

[quirkily dreary music playing]

Yeah.

You make sure they search that cave

for any sign of that creature.

No stone unturned.

They bag and tag everything, all right?

And then follow up with the lab.

I want the DNA results on that claw.

We already got one kid in the ICU,

a bunch of people in the morgue.

I don't want any more.

All right.

[foreboding music playing]

Son of a bitch.

What's wrong?

Just hard to stomach a m*rder*r

wandering around town scot-free.

At least they care enough

about Wednesday to go to therapy with her.

Tyler, come on. We've been through this.

I'm just I'm not comfortable

dredging up the family past

with some complete stranger.

Think it's easy for me to sit there

and talk about my crap?

- [phone ringing]

- I've got a lot on my plate now, bud.

You got the results already?

All right. Tape off the scene.

I'll be right there.

Dad. You okay? What's going on?

[sighs]

You know Reggie, the local coroner?

He just blew his brains out.

[ticking]

So, who wants to start?

Maybe we can discuss what it's like

having Wednesday away from home?

I mean, for me

[hesitating]it's been hard

not having Wednesday around.

I never thought I'd miss

being waterboarded so much.

Morticia, Gomez.

- How have you been coping?

- It's been t*rture for us too.

[Gomez] Fortunately,

my brother Fester's rack fits two people.

[Morticia] Nothing like a good stretch

to bring out the best in each other.

Querida mía.

[kissing passionately]

Um

[long, protracted smooch]

Enough!

I think it's high time

my parents faced the music.

It seems they've been lying to me.

Keeping secrets.

Murderous secrets

that need to be addressed.

[dramatic music playing]

Who was Garrett Gates,

and why are you accused of murdering him?

Whoa.

Those charges were dropped.

Your father is an innocent man.

Local sheriff doesn't seem too convinced.

Wednesday, stop.

This is neither the time nor the place.

Actually, this is exactly the place.

- These sessions are

- Doctor. This does not concern you.

And I refuse to debate a decades-old

witch-hunt with you right now.

- I

- Darling, maybe we should

No. This session is over.

Have it your way, Mother.

- Wednes Wednesday?

- If you refuse to tell me the truth,

I'll just have to excavate it myself.

You

Thanks for the candy.

Actually, that's potpourri.

Why don't you take the bowl?

[cuckoo clock chirps]

What were you thinking?

How could you ambush

your father like that? Wednesday.

How could I?

You insisted I go to this school.

Did you really think

I wouldn't find out your secret?

You don't know the full story.

Your father did nothing wrong.

I'll be the judge of that.

Potpourri?

- [car door closes]

- Mmm!

How did you find me?

MorningSong community misses you.

I miss you.

And by community, you mean cult?

We are a personal development movement

that helps people

take control of their lives.

After you take control

of their bank accounts.

I haven't come here to fight, Brandy Jane.

My name is Bianca.

New name. New life.

It's time to come home.

That place was never my home.

- Gideon said you'd resist.

- Don't say that man's name to me.

You think he'd give a damn about

some single mom and her daughter

- if we weren't sirens?

- [chuckles]

That is no way to talk

about your stepfather.

You actually married him.

He wants you to come home,

so that we can be a real family.

Hard pass.

He's already got one siren

to do his bidding.

Goodbye, Ma.

I don't want to see more MorningSong

bracelets anywhere near this town.

My siren song is drying up.

[distressing music playing]

Recruitment numbers are down,

and the wrong people

are starting to ask questions.

This wasn't a request.

And if I refuse?

Then everybody here is gonna know

how you siren'd your way into Nevermore.

I finally make something of myself

and you want to destroy it.

You haven't made squat, Bianca.

[laughs maliciously]

You're just scamming

a higher class of people,

but they are not your friends.

Sooner or later they will see through you.

A siren can never change her scales.

You got until the end of the weekend

to say your goodbyes.

[music builds, fades away]

[Wednesday sighs]

I harvested hive number three.

[monitor beeps]

The bees miss you, Eugene.

[labored breathing]

We all do.

- [melancholy music playing]

- [Thing tapping]

Thanks for keeping an eye on him.

Any updates?

He didn't deserve this.

I should be in that bed.

Why did you go without me?

[gasps]

- Didn't mean to startle you, dear.

- You must be Wednesday.

Eugene's moms. Sue and Janet.

You were all he could talk about lately.

He was so happy you joined the Hummers.

Eugene hasn't had the easiest time

fitting in at Nevermore.

[Sue] He was so excited

to finally make a real friend.

I brought him some honey.

Eugene loves those dang bees

like they're his kids.

His fuzzy-buzzy babies.

[Sue] He's gonna be okay, right?

I should go.

[poignant, melancholy music playing]

[mysterious music playing]

First time someone's

k*lled themselves in the morgue.

Guys don't know what to do with the body.

- What do you got?

- g*n was legal and registered in his name.

Colt .45.

Janitor said he kept it in his desk.

I just saw Doc last week.

He was planning a cruise with his wife.

He seemed excited all about retirement.

Guess you never know

what's going through someone's mind.

A b*llet, apparently.

We got security footage?

Nope. Camera was obscured.

Black bubblegum.

I got them scrubbing through video

to find out how long it's been there.

[Galpin] Black bubblegum.

You don't say

The su1c1de note says

he felt guilty about an old case.

Says he covered it up,

faked the coroner's report,

and has been living with guilt

for all these years.

[Galpin] What case?

Uh, Garrett Gates.

Garrett Gates. You gotta be kidding me.

You heard of it?

I've been waiting 30 years

to put away his m*rder*r.

You know who did it?

There's only ever been one suspect.

I always thought

they were covering up the truth.

Now I got my proof.

[low, menacing music building]

[inquisitive music playing]

[birds cawing]

[Morticia] Mmm. I am famished.

You're not hungry, darling?

My appetite eludes me, Mother.

The same way the truth eludes you.

We need to tell her.

She'll never believe us.

We must stay strong.

And hope that something more morbid

comes along to distract her.

[dramatic music playing]

So are you going to make me ask?

Ajax and I haven't defined

our relationship yet.

I'm not talking about boys.

Have you wolfed out yet?

No.

Well, that is a disappointment.

That's me.

A huge disappointment.

Can I ask what this is about, Sheriff?

What's happening, Ms. Thornhill?

I have no idea.

[Galpin] Gomez Addams.

How can I help you, Sheriff?

You're under arrest

for the m*rder of Garrett Gates.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be

used against you in a court of law.

Dad?

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,

one will be appointed for you.

[foreboding music playing]

- [grunts]

- [handcuffs unlocking]

[Thing sliding against pane]

My little tormenta, how's your mother?

Devastated. She hates you in orange.

I caught her laying a rose on a grave

earlier today.

The headstone read "Garrett Gates."

The very boy

you've been arrested for murdering.

Care to explain?

[tense music playing]

Garrett was infatuated with your mother.

He mistook her kindness for interest.

His infatuation turned into obsession,

and he started stalking her.

- Why didn't you call the police?

- We tried.

But his family were

the oldest and richest in Jericho.

No one believed us.

Garrett's father, an outcast-hating bigot,

was furious that your mother

had accused his only son.

It all came to a head

the night of the Rave'N Dance.

Your mother and I stepped out

to catch our breath.

[intense, sweeping music playing]

Addams!

And that's when I saw him.

He had broken into the school.

His twisted love for your mother

had made him insane.

His eyes bore into me,

brimming with murderous intent.

Go. Get out of here. He won't hurt me.

Garrett, no!

Garrett, stop!

[bold, combative music playing]

- [both grunting]

- [sword clinking]

My life flashed before my eyes.

Driven by jealousy and hate,

Garrett was unstoppable.

[grunts]

[Gomez straining]

When I saw the sword,

my survival instinct kicked in.

[Garrett grunts]

It was a terrible accident.

[wet squelch]

[Weems shrieks]

[Wednesday] If I'm being objective,

his confession sounds entirely plausible,

delivered with

the perfect degree of sincerity.

Perhaps my father is exactly what he says.

Thank you for being honest with me.

But then there's the matter of his tells.

The way he smooths his mustache.

The way he delivers a comforting wink.

I've been playing Russian roulette

with him since I was 12.

I know them well.

I'm sorry I wasn't a better father.

Could we please do without

the overt display of emotion?

I know they make you feel uncomfortable.

How many fathers hand their daughter

a fencing blade when she's five?

Your saber strokes

were an essay in perfection.

Or teach her how to swim with sharks?

They found you as cold-blooded as I do.

The right way to flay a rattlesnake?

They really do taste like chicken

when prepared properly.

The point is, you taught me

how to be strong and independent.

How to navigate myself in a world

full of treachery and prejudice.

You are the reason

I understand how imperative it is

that I never lose sight of myself.

[lachrymose music playing]

So as far as fatherhood goes, I would say

you've been more than adequate.

Gracias, Wednesday.

[Wednesday] We need to talk.

How the hell did you get in?

Bernice? Bernice!

Bernice may or may not have received

a call that her tabby cat Swifty

is being held for ransom.

My father did not k*ll Garrett Gates.

Well, I have his signed confession,

and he identified

the saber he used to do it.

Both of which I'm about to deliver

to the District Attorney.

Don't you find the timing convenient?

The coroner kills himself out of remorse

for a decades-old m*rder case

the very weekend my father,

your prime suspect,

deigns to return to town.

All I see is a guilty man

who's finally going to pay for his crime.

And cuffing him myself,

oh, that was the icing on the cake.

How are you failing to see that someone is

desperately trying

to derail my investigation?

I found the monster's cave,

and I gave you the DNA evidence.

Did you even bother to test it?

This may come as a shock,

but the world doesn't revolve around you.

Here. DNA results.

No match. Inconclusive.

So you truly believe

this is all some coincidence?

Whoever hurt Eugene

also m*rder*d the coroner.

Unfortunately, someone sabotaged

the security camera in the morgue,

so we don't know what happened.

They stuck bubblegum on the lens.

Black bubblegum.

Maybe I should run DNA on that?

Someone is trying to throw me

off my game. This is all a distraction.

No, this is about justice being served.

Garrett Gates's family deserves closure,

even if none of them

are around to take comfort in it.

What happened to them?

His mother hung herself in the backyard.

His father drank himself

to an early grave.

Even his little sister didn't escape.

She was orphaned,

sent overseas, ended up drowning.

Every last one of them's gone.

Your father doesn't just have

Garrett's blood on his hands,

he's got the whole damn family's.

[dramatic music builds, trails off]

[pack growling playfully]

Here. I brought you a gift.

That's so sweet.

You didn't have to get me anything.

I know, but I thought we got off

on the wrong foot this weekend.

I just want you to know

that all I want is the very best for you.

[gentle, perturbing music playing]

What are these?

Brochures.

For summer camp.

These aren't just ordinary summer camps.

These are camps

for lycanthropy conversion.

Oh, no need to be dramatic, Enid.

You want to send me

to conversion therapy for werewolves?

It worked wonders

for your cousin Lucille, didn't it?

Seven weeks in the Balkan countryside

and she was

howling at the moon in no time.

As it should be.

Don't you want to wolf out

and finally be normal, honey?

Go away.

You forgot your fishing gear.

Stop trying to be nice.

It doesn't suit you.

Father packed your favorite bait.

[Pugsley] What'll happen to him now?

Well, he's confessed,

so there won't be a trial.

After he's sentenced,

he'll be sent to a state penitentiary,

where he'll lose his mind

being separated from Mother.

Did you know they haven't spent

a night apart since they tied the knot?

I always thought I'd be the first one

in the family behind bars.

Lurch and I had a bet going.

Come on. Let's see if the fish are biting.

[grenade pin clicks]

[plop]

[Wednesday] That's quite a catch.

I'm gonna miss him, Wednesday.

It's not over yet. He's innocent.

Well,

if anyone can figure out

who really committed the crime

it's you.

You have to find out the truth

and free Dad.

Well, until that happens,

we both know Mother will be falling apart.

Which means we have to be strong.

And by "we," I mean you.

Now, give me one of those.

[plop]

Where is Mother anyway?

She said she wanted to be alone.

Somewhere where no one would find her.

[chilling music playing]

[Wednesday] Hello, Mother.

Hello, Wednesday.

So you're a Nightshade.

That didn't take long.

Actually, I rejected them.

Why? Because I was a member?

I'll never live up to your legacy here,

so why try?

I win the Poe Cup,

you claimed it four times.

I join the fencing team, you captained it.

Why would you send me somewhere

I could only ever exist in your shadow?

It's not a competition, Wednesday.

Everything is a competition, Mother.

But mostly I rejected them

because they're a trivial social club.

We used to be so much more.

Our mission was to protect outcasts

from harm and bigotry.

In fact, the group was started by

an ancestor of your father's from Mexico.

One of the first settlers in America.

Goody.

I saw her painting at Pilgrim World.

Oh.

How ironic, since she was the one

who k*lled Joseph Crackstone.

The Nightshades were her secret,

but deadly, answer to his oppression.

I know why you've come here, Wednesday.

So go on. Ask.

Father didn't k*ll Garrett Gates, did he?

No.

[thunderclaps]

[swords clanging]

[Morticia] By the time

I made it up the stairs,

I found your father fighting for his life.

It was terrifying.

Garrett, no!

[grunts]

[panting]

[both grunting, struggling]

[Morticia] Garrett!

Garrett, stop!

Leave him alone!

I'll never forget the way he looked at me.

He was even foaming at the mouth.

It was like I was staring

into the eyes of a rabid beast.

[grandly menacing music playing]

[wet squelch]

[shuddering]

[blade rasps]

Oh, no.

- [thud]

- [Weems screams]

[Morticia] It was only

when I heard the scream

that I realized what I'd done.

Your father was so

calm and brave.

[dramatic music swells]

Tish, you need to leave right now.

Go to your room and lock the door.

You were never here.

- [erratic panting]

- You understand me?

Morticia?

Put this back on the table.

- Go.

- Okay.

Your father took the blame

in order to protect me.

I was so grateful

when they cleared him of any wrongdoing.

But I knew,

someday this would come back to haunt us.

You said Garrett was foaming at the mouth.

His eyes didn't look human.

I've never seen someone

so blinded by rage.

Maybe it wasn't rage at all.

Foaming saliva,

dilated pupils, mental confusion.

What are those all textbook symptoms of?

[delicate, inquisitive music playing]

[Morticia gasps]

But how can that be?

There's only one way to find out.

[sighs dreamily] This reminds me of when

you got your first grave-digging kit.

You were so happy, you nearly smiled.

Are you sure you don't want to join?

Uh mm No, that's okay, darling.

I don't want to spoil your fun.

[scoffs, grunts]

[hollow thud]

[banging]

Moment of truth.

[inhaling fondly]

Hello, Garrett.

I was right.

[Santiago] Well, well,

what do we have here?

Guess there's gonna be

an Addams family reunion

in lockup tonight.

You're both under arrest.

[Galpin] Get comfortable.

You can post bail in the morning.

[Morticia and Gomez kissing passionately]

Not even the long arm of the law

could keep us apart.

At least we'll have

one last night together.

Yes.

I've seen jackals with more self-control

than you two.

Neither one of you are strong enough

to serve hard time.

And thanks to me, you won't have to.

I knew our little jailbird

would have an escape plan.

[tense music playing]

It's a souvenir from our outing.

I borrowed it from Garrett.

He d*ed from nightshade poisoning.

The remarkable preservation of soft tissue

and blue tint confirms it.

- Which means Garrett was dying

- Before you stabbed him.

[gasps]

You look even more ravishing

as an innocent woman.

Yes.

For once, could you two

get off of each other and focus.

[eerie whooshing]

Prove to me you're still worthy

to be called my son!

k*ll all those outcasts!

Sneak into that dance

and spike the punch bowl.

[thunder crashes]

Addams!

[shattering reverberates]

[Morticia] Wednesday.

Did you have a vision?

What happened?

What did you see?

The night Garrett d*ed,

he had a vial of nightshade poison

that broke in his pocket.

He wasn't just trying to k*ll father.

He was going to use the nightshade poison

to m*rder the entire school.

Thank you for seeing us

at such short notice, Mr. Mayor.

Yes, well, veiled threats

have that effect.

Garrett Gates wasn't k*lled

by a s*ab wound.

[Walker clears throat]

That blue sheen is a telltale sign

of nightshade poisoning.

But you already knew that, didn't you?

Because back when you were sheriff,

you were in charge and covered it up.

[inhales, exhales deeply]

Ansel Gates hated outcasts and Nevermore.

He claimed the land

the school was built on

was stolen from his family

over 200 years ago.

Garrett went there that night

to spike the punch

and k*ll all the kids at that dance.

Ansel confessed the whole thing to me

in a drunken stupor. It was his idea.

Why did you instruct Dr. Anwar

to falsify the autopsy report?

You knew the truth

about how he really d*ed.

Listen, my job was to keep the peace.

If there had been a trial,

Jericho's and Nevermore's reputations

would have been trashed.

I think the only reputation you were

worried about ruining was your own.

I remember Garrett bragging to me

that his father

had the sheriff in his pocket.

One year later,

you get elected mayor. Hmm.

No doubt with the full support

of Ansel Gates.

I resent your implication.

What I resent is that

you could have prevented Garrett's death

if you had done your job when I lodged

my complaint about him stalking me.

But no.

Men like you have no idea

what it feels like not to be believed.

[sighs]

What do you want?

[quirky, intense music playing]

All charges dropped.

My father will be released immediately

with a full and unequivocal apology

from the sheriff's office.

[emphatically] Do we have a deal?

You were very impressive in there.

When did your visions begin?

A few months ago.

- Hmm.

- Before I left for Nevermore.

I'm sorry you didn't feel

you could tell me.

I know we've had our difficulties lately.

Navigating the treacherous shoals

of our mother-daughter relationship.

But I'm always here for you, Wednesday.

Always.

Sometimes when I touch

someone or something,

I get these very violent glimpses

from the past or future.

I don't know how to control it.

Our psychic ability resides

on the spectrum of who we are.

Given my disposition,

my visions tend to be positive.

That makes me a Dove.

And for someone like me?

Who sees the world through a darker lens?

You're a Raven.

Your visions are more potent,

more powerful.

But without the proper training,

they can lead to madness.

If I could help you, I would, Wednesday.

But we're not trained by the living.

Somebody from our bloodline reaches out

from beyond to help us when we're ready.

Goody has.

I've seen her before.

Be careful, Wednesday.

Goody was a witch of great strength,

but her vengeance pushed her too far,

and even she couldn't save herself.

Sorry about all this.

I don't hold grudges,

only blood debts.

So, your daughter and my son have become

close.

I pity any boy

who gets caught in her viper's gaze,

but he must be a good egg.

She wouldn't tolerate anything less.

He has his mom to thank for that.

[Pugsley] Dad!

I missed you so much, Dad.

I missed you so much.

Querida.

[Morticia] Mi amor.

[Wednesday] Don't crowd me.

[curious music playing]

[bell tolls]

So, it's decided. Six weeks at Camp Howl.

- You'll need to pick which activity

- No, I don't.

Because I'm not going.

Not this summer. Not ever.

If I'm meant to wolf out,

then I'm going to do it on my own timeline

and not yours.

I hope that one day,

you'll finally accept me for who I am.

[somber, emotional music playing]

I'm proud of you, kiddo.

You do you.

I'll come back and help you

under one condition.

Wait until the school year is over.

- How do I know you won't run away again?

- Because we both have too much to lose.

But after this,

you and MorningSong

are out of my life forever.

[Wednesday] Don't push it.

Well, at least we can't say

Parents' Weekend wasn't a nail-biter.

I knew you didn't have what it takes

to be a m*rder*r.

As much as that stings,

gracias, my little death trap.

Mwah.

As I leafed through

the pages of this yearbook,

I was reminded

of all the wonderful times I had here.

But they were just that.

Mine.

You have your own path to blaze.

I don't want to be

a stranger in your life, darling.

If you need me for anything,

anything at all,

I'm only a crystal ball away.

Thank you, Mother.

[wry exhale]

[air kisses]

[dramatic, resolute music playing]

I knew it.

I did witness Rowan

getting m*rder*d that night.

Excuse me?

When Rowan appeared the next morning,

it was you.

When you participated in the talent show,

not only did you impersonate Judy Garland,

you became her.

You're a shape-shifter.

[scoffs]

That's a fascinating theory.

I'm curious to find out

how Sheriff Galpin feels when I tell him.

[low, menacing music playing]

You won't tell a soul, Miss Addams.

And it wouldn't matter much if you did.

Rowan's father already knows

what happened,

and he fully supports my decision

not to involve the authorities.

Why would he agree to that?

Because Rowan was not in his right mind.

His telekinetic abilities

were driving him mad

and he attempted to m*rder you twice.

His tragic death allowed us

to rectify the situation

without casting the school

or Rowan in an unflattering light.

You and Mayor Walker are the same,

aren't you?

Burying bodies

to cover your dirty secrets.

I did what I needed to do to shield

this school from controversy

and protect its students from harm.

Tell that to Eugene.

How are you protecting him?

[students clamoring, yelling]

What on earth?

[darkly menacing music playing]

[jauntily macabre outro music playing]