02x06 - The Case Of The Missing Ghost Part 2

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So we spent all day and it

took a bit of digging online,

but this photo allowed us to

find the real Mason Briggs.

Or you could call him by his other name.

Albert Hughes.

I was gonna say Ghost Writer.

The dude on the back of the Briggs book

is the same dude in the sparkle.

The question we must

now ask ourselves is,

why would this "dude" use a fake name?

Before he d*ed, he was a

family lawyer downtown.

Who apparently spent his nights

writing famous detective fiction.

- Watson, be a dear and tend the kettle.

- No.

- What has you so cross?

- I know you told Emma you were alive.

I saw it in that strange

book about our lives.

Wait. Isn't Emma Sherlock's housekeeper?

Yes.

A hired employee knew the

great Sherlock was alive,

but her best friend and

cohort had no idea.

Dearest Watson, let us not do this now.

We're in the throes of a case.

Cohort? Throes? They fight weird.

I don't care about the case.

Exactly. I didn't think it wise

to disclose my whereabouts

- after what happened the last time.

- I made one mistake.

You let key information

slip to an informant.

He had me fooled.

He even had you fooled.

I couldn't risk Moriarty's

men finding me.

Let's put the past in the

past and have some tea.

No! No more tea. No more assistance.

No more friendship.

You've proven you don't need me,

so you'll have no trouble

solving this case on your own.

Wait! Dr. Watson!

Joan!

She's gone.

Maybe she just needed

to blow off some steam.

Yeah. Discovering you're a

book character can't be easy.

I was only doing what was best.

How will she get along

in this strange world?

Watson's no good at being invisible.

She's always trying to talk to people.

She'll be back soon.

As all great detectives know,

when there are factors

out of your control,

it is best to focus on the case.

Hey.

Hi, Ms. Reyna.

- You're having a tea party?

- It's the new thing we're doing.

- Throwback kick back kinda thing.

- Okay.

We better get going.

Yeah. We'll see you at

school tomorrow, Ruben.

Hey. I know you said you don't

like to get involved with politics,

but have you considered how

much fun we could have?

No, it doesn't sound like fun.

Come on. Solving problems,

making the school better for everyone?

Sorry, Chevon, but

the answer is still no.

Cool. Cool.

You're not giving up, are you?

I thought she was supposed

to be out with your instructor.

Hey, Mom. You're home early.

You were supposed to be

out with Mr. Saunders.

I was, but he had to

cancel to grade papers.

The glamorous world of teachers.

An excuse, if I ever heard one.

Grading papers is a great excuse

for a teacher to cancel a date.

The perfect excuse.

The proof is in the pudding.

He works hard. Oh, well.

There'll be other dates.

- Yeah.

- Unless he has to grade papers again.

Strange ensembles the

women wear these days.

Uh, Mr. Saunders?

Uh, when will we get the grades

back on our last papers?

Uh, maybe tomorrow.

I haven't had a chance

to grade them yet.

I hate the waiting game.

Think of it as character building.

That's annoying. I was hoping

we'd get our papers back too.

He told my mom he had to cancel

their date to grade our papers.

- That means

- He lied to your mother.

- Why would he do that?

- I'm gonna ask him.

You mustn't show him your hand.

- Fine.

- Do you think Watson misses us?

I don't know. She was pretty mad.

Also, please don't talk to

us in front of other people.

Ah, right. Sometimes it's hard

to remember one is invisible.

I've seen into the future,

and I know that you will be

back to see me again soon.

Hmm. Mm.

Who's there? Come on in!

Is someone here?

Oh, my word.

Hello.

- Are you looking for something?

- My counselor said to come here

- if I needed extra help.

- Curtis, right?

- Yeah.

- I'm Ms. Fielding.

So how can I help you today?

Can I get this audiobook please?

I can't help you.

Oh.

I wish I could. Our budget was slashed.

We lost our audiobook subscription.

But if I can't listen to the book,

it would take forever to read it.

I'm sorry, Curtis. I really am.

I tried taking it up

with the powers that be,

but didn't get very far.

Never mind. Thanks for your help.

- Yo, Jake!

- Hey.

So you're getting extra help?

Nah, man. Wrong room. Just need

to get more sleep. What's up?

- Check out my new kicks.

- Those are sick.

Hopefully they'll actually

help you make a sh*t.

- I made more than you this week.

- Yeah, right.

I was doing some research

on the time period Albert Hughes

was writing as Mason Briggs.

Let me just say, these 1950s and

1960s sound particularly intriguing.

Do you know who would've loved it?

Watson. You know,

you talk about her a lot.

Well, she is my closest confidante.

Who you also led to

believe you were dead.

I gotta say, I'd be mad too.

I had my reasons, which seem

less important now she's gone.

What's Curtis's favorite ice cream?

He's not going to run with you if

you bring him some rocky road.

Rocky road. Got it.

"Rocky road" does not sound like food.

- Have either of you seen my vest?

- No. Haven't seen it.

Another case in which

to throw ourselves.

I can't believe it.

It's my favorite vest.

Donna, if you want to solve this case,

put your emotion to the side

and let the facts lead you.

What makes you think it's a case?

Not everything is a mystery.

Nonsense. Cases have

been built on a lot less.

Now, first things first.

Describe this vest.

It's black with two pockets on

the front and a zipper and

- A zebra patch on the back?

- Yes. How did you know?

That young girl's wearing it.

Sloane. The new girl stole my vest.

That case was easy. Now I'm

worried about Watson again.

- I can't believe she did that.

- And I was nice to her.

- Donna, wait.

- Hey, Sloane.

- That's my vest.

- No, it isn't. Everyone has this vest.

I know it's mine.

Right there is a pasta stain when

I didn't take it off during dinner,

even though my mom told me to.

My mistake. Sorry.

See ya.

Good interrogation of a suspect,

but poor form losing your

chill, as you kids say.

Yes. You're absolutely right, Janice.

It is our mistake, and we are

completely in the wrong.

But is there any possible

way that you could help us?

This bookstore has been in

our family for decades.

Without the insurance money,

we won't be able to fix the damages.

Yes, I understand. Thank you for trying.

And, again, I am sorry

for the other day.

Well, no luck.

I've really messed things

up this time, haven't I?

Don't say that. We just need

to figure out another way

to fix the store.

Perhaps some wealthy benefactor

could help your family

with your predicament.

Our problems don't get solved by

rich people dropping from the sky.

Maybe if you find the manuscript,

there'll be a reward.

Why are you all so serious?

Got your thinking faces on.

We're trying to figure out

how to fix the store.

My family can't afford the damage.

It's our fault it's messed up.

Technically, Ghost Writer

released Frankenstein.

Like I said, technically.

There's also Albert Hughes's

missing manuscript to find.

I can't help you there, but I know

how I could cheer up Chevon.

I decided to run with you.

- What? Are you serious?

- Yes.

Don't get hyped up, or else

I'm gonna change my mind.

Okay. Okay. I'm calm. But I thought

you didn't care about politics.

There's a lot of things in

this school that need fixing.

Exactly.

And whether I like it or not,

student council may be

the only way to help.

- Wow. I'm shocked.

- I think it's great.

- Think of all the good we're gonna do.

- Let's start by winning.

We've got a long way to go to

get people back on your side.

We can do it.

Also, I have some rocky

road with your name on it.

I tried it, and it is a most

delicious sweet treat.

That's cool and all, for real.

But we should get back to

finding the manuscript.

That's peculiar.

No, that's Ghost Writer. He's back.

How marvelous.

The ghost really does write to you.

"Store and more 545."

- Is it a riddle?

- What's more than a store?

- A megastore.

- A store that's also a restaurant?

I know it. Store and More is that

place where people store their junk

by our mom's work.

I wonder what 545 means?

Maybe the number of the storage unit.

See? We already make a great team.

A lead. I wish I had a ghost

to help with my cases.

You have Watson. Oh! Sorry.

Well, what are we waiting for?

What are all these people doing here?

- We're here for the auction.

- Auction?

Once a month, they auction off

the units that haven't paid.

Like that TV show.

I once saw an episode

where someone scored a

bunch of vintage jackets.

I saw one where they found

an anchor from an old ship.

Thank you, Ghost Writer.

So the manuscript must

be in one of these units.

It's like a treasure hunt.

Oh, you know who loved treasure hunts?

- I'm sure Watson is fine.

- Maybe she is.

In that case, she's left us to

solve this case by ourselves.

Once we find the manuscript,

we will find Watson. I promise.

She clearly doesn't want to be found.

Everybody follow me and we'll

walk through the available units.

And then afterwards,

everyone will have the

opportunity to bid on them.

And remember, no touching.

All right, everybody. Let's go.

Okay. Right this way, folks.

Keep coming.

Follow me. Lockers to the right.

Lockers straight down here.

Lockers over there.

Five-one-eight-eight.

Five-one-eight-seven.

These units all have four numbers,

but the G.W. clue was only three.

He must have a reason.

Let's just keep looking.

Why do people have all this junk?

I guess one person's junk

is another's treasure.

I wish we had one of these units

to put Donna's clothes in.

I never wanna have more stuff

than I can fit in one room.

Imagine sharing that room with Donna.

Over here!

Look. The boxes.

- Law books.

- And this one says "Client Files."

- Sounds like a lawyer.

- Clues can be overwhelming.

How can we be sure it is Albert's?

This law degree that says

"Albert Hughes" might do it.

Positively splendid, Curtis.

We have to win this locker.

I don't get it. It's unit 5183,

but Ghost Writer's clue was 545.

Yeah. It doesn't make sense.

But Ghost Writer brought us here.

Agreed. So the manuscript

must be in here somewhere.

- Hey! Don't touch.

- Sorry.

You're not supposed to be in there.

Okay. Give me all the money you have.

Not vice president yet

and already bossy.

Happy to contribute to the cause.

I don't think we can use that here.

Ah, right, yes. Different country.

Okay. So with my allowance

too, we have $35 and

- five cents.

- My word.

You could buy the whole building.

- Not in this city.

- Times really have changed.

Do you think it'll be enough?

Locker 5180 is up first.

Bidding starts at $100.

Well, we're out.

- One hundred!

- One hundred.

I have $100. Anyone else?

One hundred going once.

One hundred going twice.

Sold for $100. Enjoy.

- Yes!

- The next unit up is locker 5183.

That's the one. Maybe whoever

wins will let us look around.

Good idea.

- Bidding starts at $100.

- One hundred!

One twenty-five!

I have 125.

The psychic who sold us the stone

for Frankenstein's monster.

- Lydia.

- What's she doing here?

- One fifty!

- One fifty! I have 150!

- Two hundred.

- Two hundred. I have 200.

- Two fifty.

- Two fifty. I have 250!

- Three hundred.

- Three hundred going once!

Three hundred going twice! Anyone else?

Sold for $300.

Hi, Lydia, from Wheels of Fortune.

Oh, Ruben. I remember you.

From Village Books.

Yeah. We were wondering if we could

look through the unit you won.

It belonged to a friend of ours.

I'd love to help you. I really would.

But my allegiance is to the

spirit who contacted me

in the hopes of securing unit 5183.

Hold on! Are you saying a

ghost told you to come here?

Well, in a way.

This particular spirit prefers

to write messages to me.

- A ghost that writes to you?

- Yes.

Excuse me. I gotta run.

- I can't believe this.

- Do you think it's Ghost Writer?

How many other ghosts are out

there writing messages to people?

Yes, it's Ghost Writer.

I am confounded.

How did I not see this coming?

None of us did.

I am truly off my head

without my friend.

Why would Ghost Writer send

Lydia to Store and More?

Maybe we were taking too long.

We need to go see Lydia.

Something isn't adding up.

And like Shirl always says, let

the facts of the case lead you.

I say it with so much more flair.

Ghost Writer sent us to Store

and More for a reason,

and we have to find out what that is.

I knew you'd be back.

- Because you're a psychic?

- Yes.

And also, you wanted to look through

the same storage space that I did.

Can you tell us more about the ghost

- who sent you there?

- Ghost is such an ugly word.

- I prefer spirit.

- I prefer Ghost Writer.

Ghost Writer. I like that.

Well, however the spirits

call me, I answer.

We were curious.

Did you find anything interesting

in the storage locker?

What do you mean, interesting?

Important documents or manuscripts?

No, but a reimbursement of the

storage locker would be nice.

So, nothing.

Why are you really here?

And why ask about a manuscript?

- No reason.

- I know what's going on.

- You do?

- You talk to spirits like me.

- Not exactly.

- We read them.

L-Long story.

You know who this reminds me of?

Don't touch.

- The spirits?

- Do you drink tea?

Chevon, now is not the time for tea.

Actually, I don't care for

it, but my spirit insisted.

Wait a minute.

Your spirit likes Earl Grey tea?

Yes. With lemon slices. How'd you know?

- Pick it up.

- You sure?

My spirit is back from the storage unit.

- I think we know who your spirit is.

- Well, who is it?

Honestly, you wouldn't

believe it if I told you.

We know you're in there, Watson.

Open up.

Watson.

Sherlock.

How did you get here?

It was elementary, my dear Donna.

I knew I needed to prove my worth

and to solve the case on my own.

But I didn't know where to

start, seeing as I'm invisible.

In order to find the missing manuscript,

I knew I needed to find someone

who believed in the supernatural,

who would not be shocked

when I would move objects

or, like your ghost, write messages.

And I found her business

card in your book of clues.

How did you get to the storage locker?

We looked through all the old

public records on Albert Hughes.

That led us to an old

law secretary of his

who said she'd just got notice

that she would need to

come clean out a locker

with some of her boss's

things by a certain date

or they would auction it.

We knew this was the break

in the case we needed.

We decided to try our

luck at Store and More.

You really did it.

I do apologize for how I left things.

It is I who should offer my apologies.

I should have told you I wasn't dead.

I missed you and our cases.

I thought my best friend

was gone forever.

I'm glad we're made up and all

but, Dr. Watson,

did you find the manuscript?

Unfortunately, no.

But there is something.

A metal chest, but it has a

lock requiring a combination.

I have tried Albert's birthday

and the numbers of the street

where his law firm was located,

but so far I have not

been able to open it.

Try 545.

Five, four, five.

Oh!

- A typewriter and a box of paper.

- That's it?

I thought Ghost Writer led us

here to find a manuscript.

Close.

This must be the typewriter he

used to write the manuscript.

Ghost Writer wanted us to find this.

I agree. It's all for a reason.

I agree too. What else can

be written on a typewriter?

A receipt. Correspondence.

Or a secret letter.

- Check it out.

- What am I looking at?

This is the letter we found

hidden in my grandma's room,

and this is the letter I just typed.

The "U" key is slanted at exactly

the same angle in both letters.

They are identical,

down to the small details.

Mason Briggs wrote this

letter to my grandma.