02x12 - The Ghost Writer Part 2

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So after the ruby falls off the mask,

the police find the

ruby in Owen's office.

I think that's it.

Okay. Let's talk about Owen again.

Sergeant Belson thinks Owen is guilty

because he disappeared

when the mask was stolen.

Ben and his friends

went to go visit Owen

to warn him that the cops

were gonna raid his office,

but Owen wasn't worried.

Until the mask showed up in his

secret compartment, then he ran.

I still can't believe

the mask was there.

Talk about a plot twist.

Yeah, but Doris did drop the ruby.

It totally messed up the story.

Owen's gonna look guilty.

He was gonna look guilty anyways, Donna.

The mask was hidden in his office.

I guess, but it was a mistake.

Don't sweat it, Donna.

What are you doing?

You can't just take it down.

Why not? We're writing the story,

so we can just pretend

that it never happened.

See? Problem solved.

Nice try, Ruben,

but I think Ghost Writer

disagrees with you.

"Stick to story."

Clearly, Sarah wants the

police to find that ruby.

Okay. It's her book.

It's not looking good for Owen.

They just ran out of Owen's

office. Now what?

We need to go back into

the book and make a move.

That way we can figure

out what to write.

Maybe they try and run after Owen?

I think he'd be long gone.

Plus, we want to keep

that mystery alive.

Yeah. All good stories have

suspense, like Sherlock.

And the main hero disappearing

is definitely suspenseful.

Maybe Ben tells his mom what happened.

No way. Then he'd have

to hand her the mask.

I don't think they're willing to do that

before they know what's going on.

Speaking of the mask,

they need to hide it.

Good point.

They can't run all over the

city with an artifact like that.

It's priceless.

I think they should hide it somewhere

really unexpected like

inside the kitchen, under

the sink, inside a pot.

Or Doris could just

put it in her book bag.

That way they always have it.

That works too.

What is that?

Oh, kids! Perfect timing.

Um, uh, what are you up to?

Uh, you know, we were just

gonna go upstairs and

And just hang out.

Right. We're just gonna hang.

Oh, we need your opinion.

What do you think we put the stage

over there, in the back wall?

I think it should go upstairs.

Doesn't make a difference to me.

My back will hurt the same

amount wherever it goes.

You both are wrong. It needs

to go where that window is.

That's where it was in the 1950s.

How do you know where

the stage was in the '50s?

Actually, I think he's right.

But I still like it out of the way.

I'm with Ruben. Picture it.

It's a sunny Sunday afternoon.

As parents browse, the kids

sit cross-legged on the rug

the light streaming in

from the big window.

It's warm and cozy

as Grandpa sits on the stage

right there, reading Alice's

Adventures in Wonderland.

Okay, I'm sold. It can go

where the kids want it.

Impressive.

You got a way with words.

You should write a book.

Maybe I will.

Chevon typed last time. It's my turn.

I think better when I'm typing.

- You just like to be in control.

- Exactly.

It doesn't matter who types.

We need to talk about Owen.

Just hear me out.

Is it possible that he

might actually be guilty?

I mean, the mask was

found in his office.

No way. He's the hero of

all the Mason Briggs novels.

I don't know. It would be

totally cool and unexpected.

True. And we wanna keep readers

guessing till the very end.

Remember Emily H.? When Raine was here?

We learned all about my grandma's life.

Yeah, so? We don't have sparkles.

No, but how are we supposed

to write a good character

without knowing all about their history?

Good point.

We need to learn more

about Owen's backstory.

- He clearly is more than he appears.

- Yeah.

Like he's a famous private investigator,

but he borrowed money

from Genevieve Marcus.

I think I know the perfect person

to ask about Owen's past.

- His sister, Ben's mom.

- Let's do it.

Styling.

You have the mask?

Uh-huh. It's here.

Okay then. Let's go.

Hey, Ma. I'm home!

Hi, g*ng. I was just

going to start dinner.

You're more than welcome to stay.

We are having Ben's favorite,

beef stroganoff.

I don't know what that is,

but it doesn't sound healthy.

Sure. That sounds great.

- Thank you very much.

- Great.

Hey, Ma, have you heard

anything from Uncle Owen?

No, honey. Why?

No reason. It's just I heard a rumor

that he owes Genevieve Marcus money

and I'm worried.

Oh. Who told you that?

Uh

Um, my friend, Jean.

She hears things from her

dad, who's a police officer.

Right. And is it true?

Um probably. He's borrowed

money from her before.

Do you know her?

Yes, we grew up together.

Let's just say she hasn't changed much.

I don't know what my brother saw in her.

You mean they were an item?

For a while. I was very

happy when that ended.

I mean, I think it's great that

she's so successful and all, but

Well, she's just not very nice.

Why does Uncle Owen need money?

He's a famous private investigator.

My brother likes nice things,

like custom-made suits, the best

restaurants, trips overseas.

He has a very expensive lifestyle.

I guess there's a lot I don't know.

Why don't you tell me about him?

Where to start?

"Begin at the beginning,

then go on till you come

to the end, then stop."

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

Owen must've been eight years old there.

He was selling lemonade to

the construction workers.

Rather than having a lemonade stand

and getting people come to him,

- he would go to them.

- That's actually pretty smart.

Well, my brother was always

dreaming up ways to make a buck.

He borrowed money from

everyone he could think of,

including yours truly.

But nobody ever got their money back.

So then how did he

become an investigator?

He sounds more like a businessman.

It was a surprise.

Owen was running around,

selling some sort of cleaning product

he claimed was a miracle,

which it wasn't.

It went bust, and then he came to me

and he told me that he was opening

a private investigation agency,

which I assumed was just

another one of his schemes,

but as it turns out,

he had a knack for it.

That's so odd.

Usually, investigators are methodical,

good at solving puzzles.

Well, my brother is

not like most people.

Hey, Ma. Who's that?

Oh. That was from when Owen tried

to become a boxing promoter.

This was his friend

he thought would be the

next champion of the world.

I think his name was Frank.

The cab driver.

How do you know he's a cab driver now?

Um, we've seen Uncle Owen talk to him.

Hmm. Well, that's news to me.

Okay, g*ng. I better get dinner started.

Now we know where Frank and Owen met.

It doesn't add up.

We're missing something.

Owen doesn't seem at all like

the guy we thought he was.

And he definitely does not

sound like a private eye.

And he did conveniently walk

away from Ben at the museum

just when the mask was stolen.

I hate to say it, but

I think Owen's guilty.

This feels like the end of the chapter.

How come we're not out of the book?

You know what? I don't

care what you say.

There is no way my uncle was guilty,

and I'm gonna prove it

with or without your help.

Okay, what did I miss?

How did you know what to say?

Remember Sherlock?

There was no way the great

detective was really dead.

It would've been too easy.

And it's too easy for Owen to be bad.

Smart, Ruben.

Yeah, although I still

think it'd be a cool twist.

Let's get to writing.

Remember to indent five spaces.

Just saying.

Your dad is really cool.

Who? Him?

Yeah, I love my dad, but I don't

think I'd describe him as "cool."

Well, I wish I could build things.

Hey, Mr. Moreno. Could you

show me how to use that?

Uh, not a chance, buddy. Keep painting.

Ordinarily, I love DIY,

- but I just wanna get back to the book.

- I hear you.

And Charles, I think we can all

agree that he's the best character.

Are you trying to style

your hair like Charles?

Yeah. Looks good, right?

Nice try. Okay, so obviously,

Owen is innocent.

The big question is

how do we prove it?

Well, all good mysteries have

one thing in common: suspects.

We need a list of suspects.

I got one. Sergeant Belson.

He's jealous of Owen because he's

always making the cops look bad

by solving their cases.

Plus, he wants to be

the chief of police,

and Owen's getting in the way.

Good one. And what about Jimmy Bones?

He's the criminal that Owen put

in jail in the Mason Briggs book,

A Man Without Bones.

He was just released

and could want revenge.

Also, we shouldn't rule

out Genevieve Marcus.

Owen owes her money, and

they have a history together.

Right.

Plus, she was at the museum

when the mask was stolen.

Actually, all the suspects were

at the museum that night.

That's true. Great.

We have all of our suspects.

Now, we need to find Owen.

I know who can help. Frank.

Perfect. We know he uses spy equipment

to communicate with Owen.

The g*ng should split up then.

Let Charles handle Jimmy Bones.

I remember reading that he hangs

out at the diner, playing pinball.

It's kinda like, uh,

video games in 1950.

Yvonne can go with Charles

to talk to Genevieve.

Since the diner seems to

be where everyone goes,

I bet she would also be there.

Yo! Whoa.

You've only done one coat.

- How many coats do we need?

- Three, at least.

Still think he's cool?

Excuse me? You're Frank, right?

That's my name. What's yours?

Ben. You know my uncle, Owen Quinn.

You mean the private eye?

You can drop the act. I know you're

his eyes and ears on the street.

Nice story, but you got the wrong guy.

No, I don't.

Look, you two are close,

and I know how he used to manage

you when you were a fighter.

That was a long time ago.

Look, I really need your help.

- Please. I can't find my uncle.

- What do you mean?

He's missing.

Cops suspect he stole the mask.

He took off while they

were searching his office.

Come on.

- You think you can find him?

- Oh, I know I can.

Jean! Jean.

- Doris, what's wrong?

- Someone stole my sweater.

I need to go see your

dad and report it stolen.

Uh, I'm not really sure he

deals with that kind of stuff.

Um, uh, there was some

money inside of the pocket,

so I guess it's more like a robbery.

Oh, uh, well, in that case, come on.

Okay. So, now what?

I'll see if I can challenge

Jimmy to a little pinball.

Oh, but he looks tough.

Give my very best to Julie. Bye-bye.

Genevieve doesn't look

too friendly either.

Look, they can't be all bad. Nobody is.

We just have to find the good in

them, no matter how hard it is.

Good luck.

That's not bad. I bet I can do better.

You? Come on, kid.

Let me have a turn.

Just 'cause you're such

a snappy dresser.

It's all yours.

Can I help you?

I just wanted to thank you.

Mm-hmm. Thank me for what?

For framing Owen Quinn.

It's about time someone took him down.

Hmm.

Well, he wasn't at the movie theater.

That's where he usually goes

when he needs to get away.

Hopefully he'll pick up the

playing card you left him

with the message in invisible ink.

Invisible ink?

What are you talking about?

Okay. The truth is,

I know you contact Owen using spy

equipment gadgets from the '50s.

From the '50s?

I mean, just spy equipment.

You're clever, Ben, but there's

a lot you don't understand.

There's some other places

I think we should look.

Oh, like the bridge, the diner, the

plaza and the church as well?

Your uncle really likes to

tell you things, doesn't he?

Well, only because he

knows he can trust me.

And so can you.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

Why would my uncle, a world-famous

private investigator, run away?

I wouldn't worry, Ben.

He knows what he's doing.

Owen will land on his feet.

He always does.

I'm sorry to hear someone

stole your sweater, Doris.

Did you have your name sewn into it?

No, but I guess I'll do that next time.

I told her you guys don't

really find missing clothes.

That's okay. But Jean is right.

It's not really a job for the police.

We have our hands full as it is.

Like with the theft of the Cobalt Mask?

You know, I heard Owen

Quinn was a suspect.

I can't really discuss an

ongoing investigation,

but we are very close

to solving that case.

Could I get a glass of

water or something?

This whole stolen sweater business

has made me light-headed.

There's a kitchen down

the hall. I'll go get it.

Thanks.

Please don't think me rude,

but you don't much like

Owen Quinn, do you?

- It's not that simple.

- He told me and my friends

that you had it out for him

because you were jealous.

Jealous? Of him? Why?

Because he keeps solving your cases,

which makes you look bad.

Okay. Um

I think it's time for you

to hurry along, okay?

You hid the mask in the secret

compartment in his office

and framed him for it, didn't you?

Wait a minute. What secret compartment?

I need you to draw up another search

warrant for Owen Quinn's office.

All detectives in here now!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

- Pretty good, kid.

- This is nothing.

It's like the ball's in slow motion

compared to the video games I'm used to.

Yeah. What's a video game?

Oh, um, it's nothing.

Just another type of pinball game.

Oh, I should check it out.

Lots has changed since I've been away.

- Where were you?

- I was in jail.

Jail?

Huh.

Well, congrats, kid. You b*at my score.

Hey, uh, another game?

Nah.

I got better things to do with

my time than play pinball.

You know, when I was your

age, that's all I did.

Hung out here all day, made

friends with the wrong crowd.

Next thing you know, I'm doing

five to ten for burglary.

- Sounds terrible.

- Are you kidding?

Going to prison changed my life.

I smartened up.

And now that I'm out,

I got a second chance.

I'm working on the straight and narrow

for people like Genevieve

Marcus over there.

Be smart, kid.

Learn from my mistakes, yeah?

There's more to life than

b*ating your high score.

What about Owen Quinn?

The guy who caught you.

How'd you know he was

the one who caught me?

I hear things. You must

be so mad at him.

Nah. I'm grateful to him.

I literally owe him my life.

See you around, kid.

So, Yvonne, why do you think

I framed Owen Quinn?

Because he owes you money.

Sweetie, if I had the Cobalt Mask,

I would sell it and make

a mint, not frame Owen.

You two were a couple once.

Maybe you wanted revenge.

First, I broke it off with Owen.

Second, I'm not into revenge.

I'm a businesswoman, not some criminal.

I wanna be a businesswoman one day too.

Mm.

What are you working on?

You're pretty nosy, aren't you?

Sorry, I'm just observant, I guess.

- Must be important.

- Yes. Very.

I'm hosting a party at my house tonight

and I'm going over the menu.

Care to look?

Looks great. I love shrimp cocktail.

- Thanks for your time.

- Of course.

Dead end. You?

Same.

I don't understand it.

All the suspects seem innocent.

Genevieve is a businesswoman.

All she cares about is money.

If she had the Cobalt Mask,

she'd sell it, not frame Owen.

And unless Sergeant Belson is

the best actor in the world,

he had no idea Owen's office

had a secret compartment.

And Jimmy Bones really seems reformed.

He isn't a criminal anymore.

Either someone is lying,

or there's another suspect

we're not thinking of.

According to my notes,

I don't think we missed anything.

- Maybe we should

- What?

Are you kidding me? Oh, man!

What's wrong?

Uh, George had to remove the plaster

to get to one of the pipes

and he found something.

There must be a leak

in the shower upstairs

that has dripped into the wall

and slowly over time eroded

the wood in the support beams.

What does it mean?

It means we have to replace

the wall and the beams.

- Is it hard?

- No, but it takes time,

and it is expensive.

- But you can do it, right, Dad?

- Yeah, but not alone

or for free.

I'm sorry, but this is serious,

and it needs to be fixed.

Dude, answer your texts.

We've been trying to reach

you for the last hour.

Sorry. I've been busy.

Did you have an idea

for another chapter?

Oh. "For sale: skateboard,

action figures, comic books."

- I don't get it.

- It's not for the book.

I'm coming up with ways to

help pay for the renovations.

Ah. Wish I could help, man. Sorry.

You know what? Why don't you

guys just write without me today?

I don't feel very creative.

Come on, Ruben. We're a team.

Maybe writing will make you feel

better. Take your mind off of this.

Yeah, I know that when I'm stressed,

I love to get lost in a good book.

Good point.

Okay then. Let's write.

We're completely out of suspects.

Maybe we should just

focus on finding Owen.

But how will the kids even

do that? There's no leads.

Wait. I think I have an idea.

When Sherlock was here,

she always found physical clues.

Maybe we need to go to

the scene of the crime,

the museum, and look around.

Of course. It's elementary,

my dear everyone.

Okay. Let's go to the museum then.

Sorry we're late.

We've been leaving messages

all over town for Owen.

- Any luck?

- Nope, not yet.

Hopefully he responds.

Yeah, I'm all out of places

to go. And invisible ink.

Maybe there's a clue here.

But where do we begin?

Ben, where were you when

the mask was stolen?

Well

I was standing right there,

and Owen walked away

saying he'd be back.

And I started to look

at some of the art

Whoa.

when I heard the crash.

This is it.

How could a suit of armor

suddenly crash to the ground?

Someone must have

tampered with the wires.

Seems like people would've noticed

someone tampering with it.

It's right out in the open.

Maybe it was rigged somehow.

Look.

Part of the wire that was

holding up the suit of armor.

It's a clean cut, like

with a pair of scissors.

You're saying someone was walking

around the party, cutting wires,

and no one thought that was suspicious?

Let's keep looking.

"Don't trust Frank"?

Wait!

What happened? Why did the chapter end?

Because when Ben was off to

the side looking for clues,

Owen snuck up behind me and

dropped a note on the floor.

- What did the note say?

- "Don't trust Frank."

- What does it mean?

- Probably don't trust Frank.

Good morning, Ernesto.

Hey, isn't that the man that

wanted to buy the bookstore?

What does he want?

Why is he here?

We have a meeting.

This is my grandson, Ruben.

What's going on?

We have no choice but

to sell the bookstore.